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Post by Vergil von Wulf on Sept 11, 2010 0:27:36 GMT -8
Vergil hummed and looked up at the ceiling as he thought. Something inanimate..? Oddly enough, he liked lightening. He got a far away look in his eyes as he stared forward now, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips as he recalled a memory, "I vould... I vould lyke tu be lightehneeng. I reemehmbur vohnce vhen I vas yunghur, I saht at a vindow und vatched the strahnds flow fruhm the sky lyke seelk. They fell und froze then dahnced araund eech other lyke lovhurs.. passionate, bohld, flurtee evuhn," he laughed here then turned to Mykel finally back where they were, "Ett vas beeyutehfuhl."
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Post by Mykel Rahs on Sept 11, 2010 0:31:04 GMT -8
Mykel smiled, creating, with a bit of work, two almost-perfect lightning-replicas of himself and Vergil. "They can do anything we can do." He said, a few thin bolts connecting him to the "puppets". "What would you like to see?" The room had gone dark, the "spark-sun" gone.
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Post by Vergil von Wulf on Sept 11, 2010 0:32:44 GMT -8
Vergil got onto his knees and leaned forward over the bed while using his hands to anchor himself at the edge. He let one go to reach out as close as he'd dare and spoke softly, awed and slightly breathless, "I du noht know.."
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Post by Mykel Rahs on Sept 11, 2010 0:35:56 GMT -8
Mykel smiled, making their replicas dance playfully, hug, bow, and just generally amuse the younger.
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Post by Vergil von Wulf on Sept 11, 2010 0:43:36 GMT -8
Vergil laughed and flopped onto his side drunken with sleep now; he was sure it was Mykel's presence that soothed his restless mind. Sleepily, he tilted his head and rolled onto his back staring up at the ceiling with half lidded eyes, "Mai-khul..?" A sigh escaped his lips as he now tuned his hopeful gaze to his friend, blue eyes looking to him tiredly and his voice drenched in exhaustion, "Cahn yu make them kees? Juhst vohnce..?"
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Post by Mykel Rahs on Sept 11, 2010 0:46:09 GMT -8
Almost shocked (no pun intended), Mykel nodded. "Watch carefully, Vergil." He advised, twirling the strands he held to bring the figures together in an almost passionate kiss.
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Post by Vergil von Wulf on Sept 11, 2010 0:49:13 GMT -8
Vergil was on his side again, hair spilling over the edge of the mattress, when he saw Mykel nod and listened to what he was told. There was a contented a smile back on his lips as he shut his eyes when he saw enough.. just to rest for a little...
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Post by Mykel Rahs on Sept 11, 2010 0:51:41 GMT -8
The creations disappeared, and Mykel smiled, lightly tucking Vergil under the blankets and whispering a "Good night, mon cher petit frere" before kissing him lightly on the corner of his mouth, and standing to leave, two solitary sparks lighting his way.
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Post by Vergil von Wulf on Sept 11, 2010 0:56:25 GMT -8
Vergil sighed again, happily, as he snuggled under the covers- comforted by the kiss he received as brotherly as it may have been. He probably wouldn't recall the request in the morning or how he got under his covers comfortably but he would remember the feelings if only within his heart.
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Post by Vergil von Wulf on Sept 13, 2010 17:06:38 GMT -8
He was deposited by the card in front where she promptly disappeared into the deck since she hadn't been summoned by a natural means, perhaps if Vergil was more experienced and stronger she could have lasted but as of now, it was not a truth. Vergil dropped his clothes on his desk. They were now wrinkled and unkempt but all he could hear was the sound of that bolt echoing at the pool and the tone of Mykel's disturbed words, it was haunting in an unfamiliar way. He sat at his bed and dropped his head into his hands, wetting the covers and the carpet greatly as he did so.
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Post by Vergil von Wulf on Sept 13, 2010 17:14:09 GMT -8
Vergil frowned at his phone when he read what Mykel had texted but listened, drying off and getting dressed; he honestly wanted to lock his door and avoid his friend but that may only upset him further so he sat and he waited patiently.. quietly...
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Post by Mykel Rahs on Sept 13, 2010 18:03:27 GMT -8
Mykel slipped into Vergil's room, still sparking wildly. "Vergil, what the hell was that?" He asked, soft tone showing his concern, sparks slowing and dimming.
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Post by Vergil von Wulf on Sept 13, 2010 22:16:03 GMT -8
Vergil was on his bed with his legs crossed and hi back against the wall; he gave a shrug and ruffled wet strands of hair out of his eyes trying to avoid looking at Mykel as he whispered, "Vhat du yu meen? I uhpset yu so I lehft."
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Post by Mykel Rahs on Sept 14, 2010 15:47:35 GMT -8
A sigh. "Vergil. ... Vous ne m'avez pas dérangé, j'étais. ... bien, oui, fâché, mais a ennuyé plus que vous n'avez pas pris sur pourtant. Je vous aime, Vergil, cependant vous me voulez à. "
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Post by Vergil von Wulf on Sept 14, 2010 15:50:50 GMT -8
Vergil felt a little more soothed when Mykel's tone came across softer, allowing him to spare the older boy a glance as he listened. He wished he understood but he had to remind him, "Mai-khul... I du noht speek Französisch, I speek Deutsch."
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