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Post by Nicolas de Lenfent on Jan 27, 2009 15:59:40 GMT -5
Nicolas didn't stop walking until Aurel's last words, for nothing up until that point caught his attention. He was used to this sort of tirade from Aurel, even after spending as little time together as they ultimately had. He leaned back on one heel and peered over his shoulder at him quizzically.
"I don't want to blend in. I don't care. I don't like any humans or vampires I've ever met, so why I would want to is beyond me. Can you think of some reason why, hm?"
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Post by Aurel on Jan 28, 2009 16:13:06 GMT -5
Aurel took a step closer to Nicolas, his expression calm. "Maybe the fact that you're very likely to be pointed out as the insane serial killer, and since you are the same, people would be right. I know I don't exactly look like the average human either, but at least I have the manners and am able to blend in when I have to. I think your dearest Armand wouldn't approve if everyone found out you were the one who did it, would he?"
Aurel, now almost looking nonchalant, continued - his voice nearly sounding bored:
"When I was much younger, I didn't care about any of that either. But things change. maybe some day you realise you have to try to blend in, for whatever reason."
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Post by Nicolas de Lenfent on Jan 30, 2009 16:36:54 GMT -5
Nicolas made a dismissive - almost rudely so - hand gesture, flippant and uncaring. He did not think that they could be caught at anything, not with their speed, their mind-tricks, no, certainly not. And Armand was already upset with his indiscretion and violence, and besides, he'd told him he wouldn't do it anymore, not now that he would be staying with him.
"Some day," he said with a callous shrug. "That doesn't mean now. Since when do you care so much for me, Aurel?" They were standing close enough for Nicolas to smoothe his lapel carelessly as he said this, looking at him defiantly.
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Post by Aurel on Jan 31, 2009 9:19:56 GMT -5
In the middle of Nicolas's handwaving, Aurel quickly caught his hand, and held a firm grip of his wrist. He smirked, eyeing Nicolas coldly. "Don't get me wrong, Nicolas", he said slowly, his words sharp. "I do not care for you."
For a short second, the stood perfectly still, staring at each other. Aurel let Nicolas's hand drop, as if it was something disgusthing. His eyes darkened, and he turned his face away from Nicolas, repeating his last words - almost sounding like he tried to convince himself: "I do not care for you."
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Post by Nicolas de Lenfent on Jan 31, 2009 17:04:05 GMT -5
Nicolas' inability to think before he sometimes acted was legendary, and now was probably a good example, for although he did pause before acting, if he thought of something, it was nothing that he seemed to realize the implications of. He only moved on impulse, indifferent but for a powerful intrigue that he did not understand, and stroked the older vampire's hair, his cold fingertips brushing his temple and then the back of his ear and down to his throat as he pushed his hair behind his ear in a quick movement.
But he did not pull his hand away afterwards. "I did not think that you did."
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Post by Aurel on Feb 1, 2009 15:45:25 GMT -5
Aurel froze. He'd never let enyone touch him, besides his deceased wife Ciel and their daughter Lune. He didn't even let Vincent that near, as long as he didn't started to be physical first. And by being physical, usually meant that he beat Vincent up or just slapped him around. He wasn't used to act differently. A vague memory of Ciel always scolding him for being so rough, entered his mind. Now that Nicolas so irrationally had touched him in this soft, almost caring way, Aurel had no clue of how to act. He was totally taken off guard.
He slowly turned his head back to face Nicolas again, not really realising until now how close they were. He stared at the younger vampire in front of him, speachless.
"I...", he started breathlessly. He wanted to ask what in the world he was doing, but figured there wouldn't be a reasonable answer.
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Post by Nicolas de Lenfent on Feb 1, 2009 18:18:24 GMT -5
The tilt of Aurel's head was slow, such that anyone paying greater attention than Nicolas to the fact that he was moving could have adjusted his hand, or pulled it back, so that it did not brush against his cheekbone; Nicolas did not, though, and seemed almost startled, in a faint way, to find the back of his hand was resting against the side of Aurel's face. His fingers curled slightly, not quite into a fist, and his knuckles brushed his cheek as he gently took his hand away. It lingered in the air, though.
Nicolas tilted his head, something rather distracting about Aurel's eyes for a moment. Then he reached up to cup his face and kissed him impetuously, in his usual brief, indiscriminating fashion, the one that was carelessly charming, apparently, with Lune, and barely tolerated by Armand, and who knew what else with so many others. Although that did not mean he quite understood himself when he did.
((Sorry. <.< Unfortunately, when you play somebody this impulsive, you haven't many options. But! - isn't it fun and surprising! *nervous dance*))
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Post by Aurel on Feb 7, 2009 7:45:31 GMT -5
((Yaay, it's so much fun to put Aurel in these kind of situations! Having irrational things happening might be good for him! *happy dance*)) How long had it been since he kissed someone? He couldn't remember. Though he figured it must have been with Ciel; he had sort of lost interest in the whole matter of love since she died. He closed his eyes and tried to remember when and where they last had kissed. But he couldn't remember anything. His mind went totally blank, and for a second, he was absolutely clueless of what to do. However that second passed quickly, and before he knew it, he found his hands gently placed on Nicolas's hips, pulling him slightly closed to him. As the kiss broke off, he slowly opened his eyes, and in an instant he realized what he was doing. With a viscous snarl, he pushed Nicolas away from him, a little too violently than he had intended it to, and stared at him in shock. "Did you and I just..." he began, trying to control his usually smooth and velvet voice. "...did we just kiss?!" His attempt of voice control failed miserably, and the shock and large amount of surprise in his voice were utterly clear. "Wh-What..." Aurel's green eyes tried to focus on Nicolas. If he was able to blush like humans, he would very much do so. Unable to finish a decent sentence, he kept glaring at the younger vampire in front of him. He took a little step closer, as if that would make some things clearer. "Why did you do that?" he breathed.
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Post by Nicolas de Lenfent on Feb 7, 2009 14:56:09 GMT -5
Nicolas fell back against the wall rather violently, but rather than attack Aurel for it he simply stared, lips red and parted, just as Aurel's were. He found he was focusing on them, and moved his eyes back to Aurel's, looking perfectly innocent, and certainly not as though he deserved to be shoved around this much.
"You act as though you'd never done it before," said Nicolas, blinking, frowning in thought a moment later, and tilting his head such that his hair fell into one eye again, tangled and loose as it was already from lack of attention paid to it, even more so once his head had hit the wall behind him rather harshly. A look came into his eye, and he turned his head again. He glanced down as though contemplating, then up again - "Yet I can tell that you have..."
Without having answered his question - to which there was no answer, none, at least, that Nicolas could strictly give, as he was not entirely certain, just that in that moment he had wanted to, and had not given himself a second moment in which to reconsider - Nicolas reached out to take him by the shoulders and leaned into him to kiss him again, pushing the fingers of one hand into his hair and tilting into the kiss.
Maybe the most honest answer was just that he wanted to, although for what reason, that was harder to say. Aurel seemed so familiar to him - granted, he did not know him, but familiar, yes, all the same. Nicolas could not frankly state a preference either way, but he had happened to find himself infatuated and obsessed with a man in life, and Aurel had a man's shoulders, a man's hands, undeniably. And there was the matter of the odd comfort there was in having had him as a host, reliable in that and unpredictable in everything else. He'd seemed almost gentle at moments, but had never appeared to use him in any way, like Armand did.
And maybe there was something more to it than that, something personal and individual to the man... But Nicolas couldn't press too far into his own reasons for wanting something, and didn't push the issue.
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Post by Aurel on Feb 8, 2009 7:07:36 GMT -5
Aurel didn't actually believe Nicolas would answer his question, but he had to ask it anyway. He had to say something, to try to get a hold of reality. This felt too surreal, this was something he had never experienced before.
Still confused, he listened to Nicolas's comments. He wanted to try to explain that he never had kissed a man, but before he had a chance to talk, Nicolas kissed him once again.
His lips were soft, as was his touch. Aurel frowned, closing his eyes. He once more placed his hands gently on Nicolas's hips, but didn't pull him closer this time. He did kiss him back, but that was just about it - he had no clue of how to act, and was in fact terrified. This was so new, and it came out of the blue. How could he possibly be prepared for something like this?
To feel it was a man he was holding, instead of a woman, wasn't something that bothered Aurel. He had never given it a thought, but he actually didn't care whether Nicolas was a man or a woman. The only thing that he could state as a fact was that it felt different. Nicolas wasn't as delicate as Ciel had been, but he was slender.
When the kiss broke off this time, Aurel didn't move away from Nicolas. He stood perfectly still and simply looked into his eyes.
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Post by Nicolas de Lenfent on Feb 8, 2009 16:36:06 GMT -5
It did occur to Nicolas, in this last soft, hesitant kiss, that Aurel might not have kissed another man before, although this struck him only dimly and did not really dawn on him until after they had pulled apart and Aurel was looking back at him wordlessly. Nicolas automatically assumed that everyone had gone through all the experiences he had; he did not seem himself as special in unique in anything. Then again, it was natural for men to love women, wasn't it? And it was not that Nicolas did not. A fluke, really, that he'd been introduced to that odd trick when he was young, and had had the misfortune of becoming infatuated with the greatest friend of his life.
Well, Aurel wasn't getting out of it like that, by default. Nicolas was too insistent, too demanding, and was too rarely close or affectionate with anyone to just turn and walk away from this now. He took a step towards him, tilting his head and staring back at him as Armand had so long since grown intolerant of his doing. Here he was almost imploring about it, though, lifting his hands to gently cup his face; and then, after a moment, he glanced down, seemingly consumed by a sudden darkness, before looking up again.
"Tell me," he said, after a moment, voice soft, but impacting strongly in the silence of the room, that cozy little library Nicolas was getting to be fond of. "Do you like it? Do you..." He paused, as though unable to find the wording. His tone seemed almost teasing, almost suggestive, and yet he was entirely serious, genuinely asking, because he genuinely wanted to know. "... Want to go on?"
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Post by Aurel on Feb 9, 2009 15:26:09 GMT -5
What?! Go on?
Aurel slid smoothly away from Nicolas. He stared at him, not knowing how to respong, yet again. "Are you really sure that it is such a good idea, Nicolas?" he said, carefully weighing every word, trying not to sound too dismissive. "I mean, I'm sure you'd be able to do... this... with anyone you'd like. Why me?" Aurel stared down on his feet, frowning. He suddenly felt like an insecure teenager, yet he hadn't been one in centuries. Wasn't he too old to react like this? "What I mean is..." he continued. "We're both men, and..." He fell into silence as he heard how stupid he sounded. It was so obvious that he didn't care what gender Nicolas had, it was just a thing he had said, just to talk about something.
He sighed, closing his eyes for a short second, trying to get a hold on this absurd situation. "I think you should know that I have never been with a man before", he said bluntly. "Do you really believe I have something to give you?" He didn't really know what he had mean by his last sentence exactly, but it felt like a good question to ask.
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Post by Nicolas de Lenfent on Feb 9, 2009 17:45:00 GMT -5
Nicolas looked at Aurel with a faint frown, adjusting his stance from where he stood so that he was more comfortable, and folding his arms without thinking, but it was not an actually defensive posture - he seemed very fine with it, very fluid in movement, and could easily have done something different. He was listening, and Aurel certainly had his attention. He didn't understand his meaning very well, but, even just contextually, it was hard not to pay attention. And he couldn't remember the last time Aurel had addressed him by name - though certainly he must have done it before - and that made him thoughtful, too.
Nicolas paused, lifted a finger as though asking for more time to collect his thoughts, and tilted his head to the side with an upward glance at the ceiling as though thinking.
"Yes, as much as I am ever sure of anything; good? All right. I admit. I don't base in good. Do I want to you? Hm, that's easier. Yes," he said, answering the first question as he thought of it. "Anyone I'd like. Hm. Who is that, exactly? I don't know." He shook his head, hair getting a bit more loose, as he had not taken the time to retie it. "Do I like you? I don't dislike you. I am certainly not indifferent to you. I feel intimate, being with you. Is that liking? Possibly. Ah - the next question? Right." Nicolas did have a vampire's memory, after all. "We're both men. Aha. Well, what's the difference? With kissing, it's just..." He looked back at him then, with a sort of bemused smile, lifting one eyebrow at him. "Well, men have mouths, the same as women. And it's easy to hold someone. What difference is there?"
This was more or less the exact way Nicolas thought about it, which was... he didn't. Oh, he'd thought about it while alive - more self-destructive damnation, in addition to his having been genuinely mad with passion for Lestat at the time, as most young men were mad about whomever they loved. But being a vampire eclipsed all that. He rarely thought of it anymore. "And I won't take from you anything you want to keep for yourself," said Nicolas, advancing, reaching up to trace his fingertip over a strand of his hair. "But... let me kiss you again. Get used to it..."
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Post by Aurel on Feb 10, 2009 15:39:23 GMT -5
Aurel nearly took a step back as Nicolas yet again got closer to him, but remained still. Everything he had said didn't seem to make sense, yet they did.
He didn't answer Nicolas's question, just kept looking at him intensly, and made a nearly unnoticable gesture, welcoming Nicolas to come to him.
He was still way much too confused to know what was the right thing to do, so therefore he decided not to care anymore, and to let Nicolas have his way with him for now.
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Post by Nicolas de Lenfent on Feb 10, 2009 16:14:14 GMT -5
More words would doubtless have taken over the moment and gotten them caught up in technicalities - Nicolas becoming frustrated as he tried to articulate what for him was unexplainable, Aurel growing frustrated at Nicolas' failure and increasing irritation. And they would have missed their mark entirely. What there was in this moment did not translate well to an intellectual level... mainly because it so had to do with the senses.
Aurel did not break eye contact for a moment, keeping that connection that Armand was always so desperate to be rid of - looking away in his unassuming manner as though really there was nothing at all to be gained by keeping their eyes locked, knowing, probably, just how that made Nicolas feel. And even though he had been motioning that Nicolas do as he asked, Nicolas quite had forgotten what he'd asked when he reached up and kissed him again, such that, had he been reminded that that was what Aurel expected him to do, he would have found this ironic.
He cupped Aurel's face and tilted his head as he kissed him; then his arms wrapped around Aurel's neck rather suddenly, Nicolas forgetting himself, so that he stumbled forward, momentarily losing his balance. It only made him hold the man more tightly.
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