|
Post by koby asher mannix on Mar 7, 2012 14:51:55 GMT -5
Where were Fiore’s batteries when he was going on a crazy mode? If Fiore was a robot toy that could be easily crushed, Koby would have crushed him with his bare hands ages ago, twisting it’s head along the way and then stomping on it for good measure with some cleats. No one had ever managed to get underneath Koby’s skin all too much, but Fiore had gotten into each cell of his and was making them vibrate with intensity and annoyance. There could have been another emotion that was underlying there, but the weir feeling it gave Koby, made him shove it out of mind and out of sight so that he didn’t have to spend ages pondering over it while Fiore was in his presence (of course he would think about it when the boy was gone and he was alone and the house was quiet…it was better to think alone than in front of people). There had never been a living person who was quite as annoying as Fiore…well that was a lie, Luke was definitely annoying but Fiore surpassed him by all means.
His face twitched a little as Fiore spoke, wondering if he could just kill Fiore and then feed his meat body to dogs and claim that he had never seen him before in his life if anything came up…that could work right? He shook his head though, another bite taking angrily out of his food as he stormed into his room. His room was his haven, a special place when he needed time away from other people, especially Luke and his so called friends. It was the small room in the house, larger than usual but still smaller than Luke’s. It was a box shape almost, a navy dark colour slapped on the walls when he had first moved in because it made the room even darker when the night sky was almost the same colour. A cupboard to the right of the room as soon as you entered the little place, some of it covered up behind the door. The bed was against the wall, to the left of the room, straight, a window on the wall right dead bang in the center. A dark, navy coloured shag carpet sort of rug was on the floor in the center too…and that was his room. Nothing pinned up, nothing pinned down, and his curtains were closed as he turned on a little dim light he kept by his side that emanated a small, warm glow. But don’t think that Koby was an immaculate person, there were a few clothes here and there, some shoved under the bed…but that was messy as it was going to get. He sat on his bed, his back against the wall, and the plate to his left on the bed as he bent his legs closer towards him and looked at his workbook. This was probably going to be a long night.
Rolling his eyes, he took in a deep breath. ‘Deep breaths Koby, deep breaths. Who knows, he might get bored and suddenly just leave.’ As Fiore continued to carry on speaking, Koby gave up on eating and repeatedly banged his head against the wall, a tortured look on his face as he rolled his eyes backwards and tried to keep as quiet as he could. He felt like a comedic actor suddenly, ones who would burst out crying, but not really cry, those funny cries with their lips in a pout. “Just go! Stop torturing me! You have me locked up in my room, isn’t that enough? Leave!” He almost sounded like a child there; it was just too much to bear, having another guy dance on his head when his brother was doing almost the exact same thing at the same time. But Fiore’s next demands made Koby’s head stop moving back and forth. What? Was the guy crazy? Well…no he wasn’t, because Koby didn’t feel anything, he was sure of that. So, storming up from his sitting position, he walked confidently to the door and pulled it open, looking at Fiore with an angry blaze in his eyes. He looked at him once, then up and down and twitched his nose again before looking at him intently. “I felt nothing.” Deep down, Koby knew he was lying. But Fiore didn’t need to know…right?
word count/ 729 thoughts/ -waits intently for drama!-
|
|
|
Post by fiore andreas ghirlandaio on Mar 8, 2012 15:05:10 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][atrb=style, height: 30px; background-color: #E0D91B; width: 425px; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; letter-spacing: 2px; color: #F2F2F2; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center, bTable]yeah, you got me begging, begging baby please don't go
|
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][atrb=style, background-color: #F2F2F2; width: 427px; margin-top: -20px, bTable]IF I WAKE UP TOMORROW, WILL YOU STILL BE THERE?
Most of the times Fiore overreacted at the relationship he held with his siblings, other times he simply neglected to take into account the years they had spent together before Fiore decided to up and leave the family household. Sure, he was still convinced they all ganged up against him and pushed him aside to play the cool games while he was left alone in the garden, playing with the dog or sitting on the grass. It was such a sad image… but anyway, it wasn’t entirely true. He coexisted with his brothers and sisters more than he wanted to admit and picked a lot of things from them. From Pollux he got the confident nature, from Castor he got the demanding personality, from Serena he got the sweetness and kindness and from Minerva… oh Minerva, she was a walking lie detector and that was exactly what Fiore picked from her.
Fiore remembered one time he stole the chocolates one of her little boyfriends had given her as present. He covered his tracks, he had a perfect alibi and he even convinced a few servants to run along with the story he made up. But Minerva knew. She just had to look at his face for five seconds to know that he was lying and that his stomach was filled with all the delicious sweets. After using the oh-so-handy demanding techniques from his older brother Minerva finally taught Fiore how to look into someone’s eyes and notice if they were telling the truth. Fiore wasn’t as flawless as his older sister was but he was pretty damn good at it!
Koby opening the door came out as an absolute surprise. So surprised he was the the door being opened caught him out of balance and he almost fell back. Fiore caught the door frame in time though, otherwise he probably would’ve fallen on top of Koby and yet another uncomfortable situation (at least for Koby) would’ve happened. Turning around he posed his eyes on Koby’s angry ones. Still with the ice pressed against his cheekbone he returned to a smug position: casually leaning against the door frame, one foot crossed on top of the other and his free arm hugging his chest. Koby looked ready to jump and kill him, or at least do a lot more damage than a split cheekbone this time.
And still, he couldn’t help but continue smiling…
Koby’s reassurance that he felt nothing made Fiore edge closer to the other. His blue eyes scrutinized Koby’s green ones with almost disturbing intensity for a few seconds before pulling back, the grin back on its place. “No, you’re lying.” He said, as if he had reached an indubitable conclusion. Thank you Minerva!! He’d have to thank his sister like mad when he visited family for the upcoming holidays. It wasn’t as clear as it was with other people, and Fiore actually had to take more than the usual half a second to know if someone was lying but it was there, the doubt that made Fiore reach that thought. Koby was lying, and like hell he was going to let it slip. “You’re a good liar Koby but not good enough.” He lifted his hand to pat Koby’s cheek ever so softly in an almost condescending way. “No one told you that lying to yourself was bad for your health? But it’s ok, if you want to continue doing it then so be it.” Fiore pulled back, giving his clock a very swift glance. “I gotta go find a place to crash now, unless you’re willing to share a bed… no? Thought so~ But yes, your little gift will raise some unwanted questions that I’m not willing to answer to my brother so… I’ll let you dwell on your thoughts.” He grinned and turned around a second. “Oh but before I forget…” He perked up, as if he had really forgotten something really important. Turning around rather swiftly he brought his hand back up to Koby’s neck to pull him closer, pressing his lips against the other again. Oh how he was enjoying to make Koby suffer… it shouldn’t be legal.
WORDS: 694, TAGS: KOBY, NOTES: TROLOLOL BAD FIORE! |
|
|