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Infernal Devices RP
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The Institute
"And, she does. She just hates people who say it. She....Well, I don't know what she thinks. She won't let me speak to her." He took a bite, chewing softly. "I think she's just bitter because she has a fancy for me, but she knows my interests lie....elsewhere..." He blushed, and took a bigger bite.
"Y-yes. Elsewhere. Far elsewhere. But, i'd hate to bore you so, I'd rather not speak of it..."
Preston took a deep breath and turned to him. "Promise me you won't laugh? I only answer things truthfully, but this...This might make your head spin..."
"Well, I..." He parted his lips with his tongue quietly. He clicked disapprovingly, looking down with dark lashes fluttering. "I sort of....Like the company of....Men over women....If you know what I mean...." He then turned on the defense mode. He thrusted his head and hands up, looking feral. "Not...Not like i've ever DONE anything with either gender, but I just find....Find myself chasing the coat tails of the same sex, thats all..."
Preston stared at him, open mouthed. His heart went to cover his bare chest. "N-no. N-not you." he stumbled to comprehend what Patch was saying. He pulled his chair out from under him, and was on his feet in seconds. "Ha! I...I was only kidding, my good Mr. Cipriano! Oh, just a practical joke! Nothing more!" he tried to force a smile, but it was weak. He didn't want to succumb to Patch.
Now, Preston felt like an ass. "Uh....Well....Maybe it's best if I leave you to....That..." He pointed towards the table, then cocked his head back. He hated how Patch made him this way, easily opening up to him, then taking everything he knew about himself back. It just didn't feel good enough for him. "I am deeply sorry for the...Falseness of my words. How pitiful I must seem....And pathetic..."
Guilt from lying washed over him. He paused, and then screamed. "ALRIGHT, FINE! So I LOVE men! Big surprise!" He put his hands up. "And i'm in denial, yes! And i'm scared of what will happen next. And i'm questioning my sensibility!"
"Well, I lied." He said, grimacing. "I apologize my dearest Patch. I am quite the horrible person, arent I?"
Preston looked off. "Well, we have more in common now, I suppose..." He didnt want Patch to think he liked him, because he assumed Patch only liked him as a friend and nothing more.
Preston looked at him thoughtfully. "Uhm....Do...Do you..."
"Nevermi-" he stopped mid word, and hit himself hard. "Do you like me, I meant to ask?"
Patchs eyes lost their glimmer. The truth was stunning, and he couldnt say anything
"Y-you're attractive, yes..." He said, blushing.
"Thank you..." He sounded breathless. He drew closer to him, arms open.
((Oh, he did))
Preston, surprisingly, felt tears flow. "Ive never...Never told anyone flat out....Im sorry, Patch...."
Preston, surprisingly, felt tears flow. "Ive never...Never told anyone flat out....Im sorry, Patch...."
"Im so scared. And I like you, but I want to love you. But I cant help but thinling this is wrong. I was made for a woman. Thats what I should want!" He sobbed uncontrollably.
"The males body was, or at least thats what ive been told..." He winced, grasping Patch tighter. "I know it'll sound idiotic but, for the longest time I thought I was the only one with these feelings..."
Preston grinned and leaned into him. He pulled his head back to eye him, and before he knew it, his lips were on Patchs.
Preston pressed all his weight against him, making the chair fall back and them crashing to the floor. But he didny cease kissing him, if anything he kissed harder.
Preston ran his hands through his hair and down his face, kissing along his jaw.
When he felt his hot skin being touched, he instantly recoiled. "Gah!" He screamed and got off Patch, scooting away from him until he hit the wall.
Preston was breathing hard and looking equally disheveled. He stood on wobbily knees, head pounding. Gingerly, he said "We shall never ever speak of what just happened ever again, do you hear me?" He sounded angrier than he really was. "No one hears of this, understand? And it shall never occure again...."
preston looked off nervously, biting his lip. He stuffed his hands nito his pockets, feeling small. "I'll go." He said shortly, blushing, and practically ran out the door.
preston knew he couldn't go back to his own room, for Patch's was just across the way. He scampered down the hall, till he found the training room. He fell against the closed door, crying out softly. The door shut behind him with a bang.
Preston stood and started pacing. "Just, own up to it! you're a man, Preston. Tell him....Go back and erase the mess you just made. I mean, you don't HAVE to be his...His boy-" He winced at the thought. "No, you're his friend. Nothing more. but, you kissed him....OH, WHAT A COMPLEX!!!" He groaned.
((Where should we go from here?))
((Alrighty, should we Fast Forward to tomorrow, though?))
the next morning, after a long night of on and off sleep, Preston awoke. He was still shirtless, and he hadn't even bothered to take off his shoes before he retired to his bed chamber. He got up, and changed, looking at his reflection sadly. His lips burned from his encounter with Patch, but it was subtle and warm. He liked it. he exited the room, heading for the library.
Preston walked in, and stumbled along Patch. "Oh, uhm..." He blushed, trying to turn around, but he only ran nito a shelf, knocking a few books over. He cursed under his breath and tried to hurry to pick them up, in hopes Patch hadn't noticed yet.
"Hullo..." he said, backed arched. His vest all of a sudden felt twenty times tighter. "H-how was your rest...?" He said, standing up straight and grudgingly turning toward him. When he did, he felt his heart flutter in his chest, but he tried to ignore that.
"Eh, lots of tossing and turning." He said, honestly. He shrugged and sighed. "You know why."
"D-don't be. It was all my fault." He said, shaking his head.
"Of course, Mr. Cipriano. Friends, as always." As lame as it seemed, he actually thrusted his hand out at Patch for him to shake. All he wanted was his lips on his, but he was willing to sacrifice his wants for practicality.
His hand lingered ever so slightly, on his palm, fingertips brushing along it as he pulled away. He looked up to the cieling, sighing. "Well, uhm. What should we do now, friend?"
"Oh, yes. Uh, follow me." He led him towards the door, opening it for him.
He led him down the corridor to a stairwell. He walked up, beckoning for him to follow. "The ebst parts of the Institute are upstairs."
He led him down another corridor, to a room that shone with sunlight (or what you could call sunlight for London). The room was made of mostly glass panes, and looked down on a quiet alley, but had a view of the city outstretched. "The uhm...Whatever you call this. Garden thing place." Lush plants of different species and types, varying in colors, grew in every corner of the room.
"Most of them were bought, but some were fertilized by the workstaff. And myself. But, thats when I was around 12." he shrugged. "I've always wanted to be a botanist. But, sadly, being a shadowhunter is a full tiem job, am I right?"
"I've....tried..." That was something he wasn't too comfortable remembering. "What a fail that was..."
"Lets just say that I injured more people than I cured..." He sounded small and feeble. "But, uh...anyways..."
He shrugged. "That, or a miracle." He moved over to the window, looking out at cloudy London. "She's gorgeous, isnt she? Ive been to many places, but I always come home to London..."
"I have, but only briefly. You are correct, Idris is gorgeous. But, its perfectness and old world charm do nothing but bore me. I find myself looking for adventure, past the safes houses and streets of Idris. I want poverty, despair, hopelessness. I want things that make the world ugly in my presense. Life isnt perfect, and I would prefer being surrounded by imperfections...Idris is just too...Normal for me, if that makes any sense..."
"Its not my home. Its just part of my heritage. Slums and half-way houses are where I originated from. Dirty, dank apartments and stoops of churches. I like to call that time of my childhood the BKS era. Before Knowledge of Shaadowhunters." He looked sad and weary. "I dont know about you, but this..." He motioned to the Institute itself. "...Was the best thing that ever happened to me..."
Preston only nodded for a bit, then said "Only if YOU take me yourself."
Preston smiled and turned away from the window. "Want to see the attic?"
Preston smiled and turned away from the window. "Want to see the attic?"
He took him up to a room with nothing in it and no lights or windows whatsoever. The floor was just wooden blanks not even nailed in and it was dusty and stuffy. He waved his hand with a flourish. "There. Isnt it wonderful?"
"I come up here alot. Just to think." He said, with a smile. He took a seat on one of the floorboards, looking up.
Preston closed up that space and scooted close to him. He placed his head on Patchs shoulder, smiling. "Too close for you?"
Preston sighed. "That's what she tells everyone..." He got off Patch's lap, and looked down to the dish. "And, don't ever bother telling her thank you. That only ensures she'll spit ni your food come breakfast time...." He picked up a fork, and twirled it in his hand.