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Like Peirrot the Clown {Jor} Dec 12, 2013 12:49:20 GMT -8

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Post by VICENTE JORAM MORTELLE V on Dec 12, 2013 12:49:20 GMT -8

There were no words to describe the feeling that coursed through Joram's every vein. Perhaps it could be related to the melting properties of lava. Skin on fire as they pulled apart. Maybe Joram did deserve this, maybe he deserved to be happy for once in his life and he wanted to be. Everything else was a cover-up. The drugs brought him further down and lately he's been mixing a few to test the effects on himself. An overdose here or there wouldn't kill him, but it would leave him numb to his emotions. For moment he couldn't fathom not feeling, especially now that Finn was here.

Joram could feel every muscle loosen, every ounce of grief being ripped away while their lips were connected. Large hands moved over his body holding him close as if he was needed. The gentle, yet yearning, touch set him over for a moment until they separated. The young hufflepuff boy was left breathless as he stared at Finn in the silence. Surely the other boy didn't want to break the moment, but it had to be done. The spark was real, this all was so real. Finn was tangible and willing. All Joram wanted was to feel again, but this blew all expectations out of the water. It was more than he could have asked for in any lifetime.

'So, how long is forever for you?' Jor looked up at Finn as he spoke not wanting to ruin anything. Most people would believe he was lying if he told them so he stayed quiet for a moment.

Lifting his hand Jor brushed Finn's cheek again, his eyes softening more and more at every word that was spoken. Thumbs running over prominent cheek bones a smile toying with the corners of his lips, Joram nodded as he began to speak. "Eternity. Forever is unending, timeless. Indefinito." Shifting position so he was now straddling across Finn's lap, Joram couldn't help, but look into his eyes letting the thought linger in the air.

"Why..." Closing his eyes and pressing his forehead to Finn's for a moment as he gathered his thoughts. "Why did I not know of you before? I could have saved myself the suffering and anguish. You've always been there during my downfalls, and you're here now." It was no mystery that Joram and Rodolphus were no longer together, but this was the second time Finn had been around when the world was imploding in on itself.

"You're making me feel self conscious." A genuine laugh escaped his lips. "You've seen me at my lowest, and yet you're still here. That and I look like a significant pile of shit." Joram prided himself on his appearance, he took great care of his skin, his hair, everything. And here he was wearing Finn's clothes after trying to rid the world of himself. "But somehow, I feel okay. This all feels right. I've never felt right."

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Like Peirrot the Clown {Jor} Dec 12, 2013 20:03:31 GMT -8

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Post by FINN MICHAEL KIERAN on Dec 12, 2013 20:03:31 GMT -8

The air between them was almost crackling, and Finn felt like his every sense was on speed. The way Jor looked as he pulled away, how he felt in Finns grasp, the sound of the quickness in both their breaths. Nothing around him registered but those things, nothing else mattered to him in that moment. Except for one thing that was pulling at him, and that was how badly he suddenly wanted to see him smile.

"Eternity. Forever is unending, timeless. Indefinito."

It was nothing he had ever felt before, a spark like that from a single kiss. It was absolutely new and nothing compared. When Jors hand drifted to his cheek again, his own hand followed, resting on top. Eternity...the words filled Finns head, in the most promising way. Forever was such a simple word, hardly ever used in the right way. When people said forever, they always only meant, a long time, a few years maybe, or days in some peoples cases. But hearing it from Joram, it sounded different. It sounded like an intangible amount of time, instead of some near and distant future. A length of time that was infinite. He thought of eternity feeling the way he did at that moment, of forever in his company. "Forever.." His hand went to Jorams cheek, gently for a moment. "I could do forever."

Finn sat up more. As Jor changed positions, his hand slid down, holding onto him with his hands on his back.

"Why...Why did I not know of you before? I could have saved myself the suffering and anguish. You've always been there during my downfalls, and you're here now."

With Jor's forehead against his own, Finns hand slid into his raven locks gently. He shook his head but only barely as a soft smile formed. "Maybe I was meant to save you..." The words were quiet, so soft spoken Finn wasn't sure if they had actually left his thoughts. But they did, and he meant every one. Be it fate, or chance, whatever had brought them both to the lake and to the dungeons before. Whatever had put them together, he was thankful for it.

"You're making me feel self conscious." Finn chuckled, smiling as he tucked a lock of Jor's hair away. "You've seen me at my lowest, and yet you're still here. That and I look like a significant pile of shit."

"I'll always be here, at your lowest, at your best..I promised you that I'd never leave, and I'll never go back on it." He said honestly, and never would. He'd stay forever and longer, if thats what Joram wanted. Finn couldn't deny that thats what he wanted too.

"But somehow, I feel okay. This all feels right. I've never felt right." Finn smiled, a small laugh fluttering out. "Neither have I until now." While he had loved Ewan, the feeling behind it paled in comparison to the past few moments. Whether the torrent of feelings he was having was mutual, or presumptuous or not, Finn knew that he was irrevocably Jorams and he was happy with it. It really did feel right. "I guess we're just two pieces of the same puzzle that don't fit quite right anywhere else but together."

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Like Peirrot the Clown {Jor} Dec 13, 2013 13:19:06 GMT -8

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Post by VICENTE JORAM MORTELLE V on Dec 13, 2013 13:19:06 GMT -8

Finn's words rolled through him and hit the core of his body harder than even the strongest of metals. Everything about them was engulfed in flames, the heat was not comparable to anything he had every felt and Joram was alright with it. The intensity of Finn's touch warmed every inch of skin where his hands fell. First the small of his back rising to his shoulders. Skin prickling with the demand of touch.

The grasp of hand over hand sent a shock through Joram's arm, but he wouldn't pull away. There was a light in Finn's eyes as he spoke of life through eternity, it was a light he would never take away. Joram never believed in love at first sight, even now it was hard for him to fathom the feelings that were growing. Finn's hand cupped his cheek, the warmth spread across his face in a slow burn that turned into a pink tinge. 'Forever, I could do forever.'

It was a quiet moment as Joram just stared on at him. Maybe he was meant to save him, it sure felt that way. Every single syllable that left the blonde's mouth was absorbed into Joram's skin, he was taking it all in. Closing his eyes and leaning into Finn's hand as it reached his hair. Joram was one hundred percent certain that this is where he was meant to be. Right here, right now. Fate.

Normally he would have rolled with the punches, the neglect and animosity. Rodolphus was a good person once you got to know him, but soon the walls went up and he was abandoned. Joram was certain that he didn't deserve happiness, but who was he to judge? It never felt the way it did now with Rod. It never would now. There was zero possibility of them ever working anything out, the bed was made and now he'd have to lay in it. Watching from the outside as Joram developed and grew without him. A life without the constant confusion or uncertainty was needed. If Rodolphus wanted to be with Bellatrix, then by all means, but Joram couldn't be patient for someone who didn't want him. The words seemed so hollow now, the love yous, the emptiness of touch. Maybe it took an arranged marriage to get in the middle of them in order for Joram to realize that there were people out there that wanted and needed him.

Blinking slowly as Finn moved on to talk about witnessing every emotion Joram was capable of showing in a very broad range. It was true that he would be there for Finn as well. The small laugh filled his senses, the room seemed to ring as he saw the end of a smile. Joram couldn't help but reciprocate the laugh and grin. The air wasn't nearly as heavy around the both of them and the corners of his lips curled up into his cheeks. "We'll find our niche, but I now know that I have to be here with you. And if that means being a puzzle piece stuck with you I won't complain."

When the emotions started to soar again, it was a different feeling. Even though Joram didn't want to let go of Rodolphus he had to in order to better himself. The Lestrange boy was dead weight and always would be, and here sat Finn, underneath him. It felt different, but it was good. Uplifting. "I'm surprised that I haven't hit the ground from my high yet, I've already come down, but I think you're keeping me afloat." The mere contact was enough to keep Joram from crashing on Finn, so he pressed his lips to his again and pulled away slowly to make sure what he was filling wasn't a fib. It wasn't. There was the pull, the constant yearning to be with him. "It seems like we both need each other more than we ever thought. So I'll join you in the promise that I will always be here at your lowest and your best. It may have only been a few hours, but I can't see a future without anyone else."

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Like Peirrot the Clown {Jor} Dec 14, 2013 8:28:30 GMT -8

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Post by FINN MICHAEL KIERAN on Dec 14, 2013 8:28:30 GMT -8

He didn't know what was coming over him, why these sudden feelings kept pouring from his mouth like an open spigot. He normally had excellent control over his words. Choosing the ones he liked, saying what he intended to only when he intended. And yet here he was, words leaving him not from his head, not carefully crafted or thought out, but straight from the tightness in his chest, raw with feelings he couldn't quite name. His walls had fallen, the solitude he had embraced almost a distant memory right now. Joram had ignited something in him once forgotten, abandoned. It left him defenseless, and somehow...it was alright.

Love..perhaps something greater? Finn had no idea. If someone had asked him what he was feeling at that moment, he didn't know what he would say. The only thing he was certain of was that he didn't want to be anywhere but there. Right there, in that little room, because in that moment this was the only place that mattered, the only time that mattered, and sitting in his lap was the only person.

And there it was, the smallest movement, so easily taken for granted, and yet it seem like something so important at the time. He saw a smile. It was incredible how such a simple action could do so much. The way his face lit up, how proper and fitting the smile looked on him. He couldn't help but grin. He knew he must look a starry eyed fool, but he didn't rightly care. He was happy. Genuinely. A feeling he didn't know he'd been missing so much. The only feeling he'd had that was even close to happy was when he was blitzed, and even then it was false. The alcohol just numbed the depression enough to where he felt what he thought was ok.

"I'm surprised that I haven't hit the ground from my high yet, I've already come down, but I think you're keeping me afloat." A thought had formed, some response or another, but it disappeared when he was surprised by another kiss. It was brief but the same feelings came over him once more. After Joram pulled away, he held him a little tighter. As if some part of him believed that he would vanish if he let go. That it all would've been a dream.

"It seems like we both need each other more than we ever thought. So I'll join you in the promise that I will always be here at your lowest and your best. It may have only been a few hours, but I can't see a future without anyone else."

When Joram agree to the promise, and a future with him, Finn couldn't stop the fire in his cheeks and the smile that broke out. He had never thought of the future. For Finn, the future was always some far off place that he'd never fully get to. His only 'future' had always been dismal. A short distance from now, filled with loneliness, alcohol and eventually a young death. Now, there was some glimmer of hope. The promise of something better. There was the chance that the future wouldn't be so lonely after all.

Finn let his arms rest around Joram, really looking at him. The way he looked right then, he looked like everything Finn had ever wanted, and never realized. It scared him in a way. Caring about someone so quickly yet so much. Like he had just fallen from a great height but knew that he would land safely on his feet. Somehow he just couldn't get that into words. He leaned forward a little, bringing his hand to Jorams cheek once more and kissing his forehead. He smiled, letting his thumb run over the smoothness beneath his hand. "Then I'll do my best to make it a future that's worthwhile."

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