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Feb 08, 2012 10:01PM
Preston was very friendly and open to all of his friends, so this closeness was not weird for him. He smiled softly, placing his folded hands near Patch's knee. "So, Mr. Cipriano...Tell me about yourself..."
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"Everything you havnt already told me. That life story, you know? The one you promised to devulge to me later on. I want to hear it now."
"You've been on this earth for what, 17 years? You cant tell me nothing exciting has ever happened to you." He said warily
His eyes twinkled. He urged him to continue
He nodded. "See, you have exciting stuff! Continue!"
Preston giggled, happy with his frankness. "Your story telling is superb, my friend!" He clasped his hands together around Patchs neck.
Preston laughed, nose teitching cutely as he did. "Oh, Patch! You're special, yes you are..."
"Try me, I dont scare easily." He said, smile turning into a smirk.
No, because you could never been anything but adorable "Hmmm...Frightened, I suppose." He said, touching his chin. "If you tried to shank me, i'd wet the bed!"
Preston closed his eyes and nodded. He ran a hand to Patch's ear and tugged at it lightly. "Oh, Patch. I lo-" He stoped himself and breathed. "I love being your friend."
"Wait, what?" He said, stumbling back. "What did I do? I thought you wanted to be friends...Did I say something wrong?" He looked confused.
"Oh, no." He said, shaking his head. "Patch, we've been over this..." He stood, looking down at him. His cheeks were bright red and he was busying himself with his shirt buttons.
Preston just about died. "Why must you do this to me? You give me no choice. If this is what you want, then..." He got down on one knee and inched closer to him, hands cupped and reaching for him. They met his face and pulled it closer to him, and soon his lips were on his. He pulled away just to say "...then so be it..." and kissed him, fiercer, again
"Of course I want it. I'm just afraid to tell anyone I do." He said, grabbing his wrist and holding it tightly. He moved his lips to Patch's ear, biting gently. You could tell he was being timid, like he wasnt sure if he was allowed to continue. Horrible images flashed through his mind, but he blocked them out as best he could and told himself to concentrate on Patch and Patch only.
Preston nodded, not trusting himself to actually speak. After a while of lingering close to his skin, he whispered: "Kiss me, Patch. Show me."
Preston closed his eyes and melted into him, unresponsive. He was so overwhelmed with how absolutely right this felt that he forgot to kiss back
Preston started breathing heavily in short little pants and nervously placed his arms around Patch's neck, leaning in. He looked frightened and scared.
Preston shuttered in his arms, and pulled away. His hand inched under Patch's shirt to touch bare skin.
Preston's perched fingers danced on Patch's taut muscles. This is what feels right. This is what I want from him... Outloud, he whispered "This is sin..."
Preston collapsed in a huddle on the floorboard, gazing up at him. He had almost fallen into a trance, where all he could say was "sin". He mumbled the word under his breath as tears fell. He couldny believe himself but he couldnt stop.
He pulled himself across the floor and used the wall to help himself stand. His long, lean body curled over in internal pain as he stumbled doen the stairs, falling down on the last step. He was in hysterics. A mistress came and righted him, not asking any questions. She brought him to his room and led him to bed, where he fell into a fitful slumber
~A Few Hours Later~
Preston awoke, and climbed out of bed. He pulled back a curtain in his bed chamber and saw night was dawning. He slipped on traditional Shadowhunter black garb, and exited the room. He knew he had to go out, to clear his head, and this was a good time
Preston awoke, and climbed out of bed. He pulled back a curtain in his bed chamber and saw night was dawning. He slipped on traditional Shadowhunter black garb, and exited the room. He knew he had to go out, to clear his head, and this was a good time
((are you in that one?))
Before Preston left, when the sun had finally set and all was calm, he made his way to Patch's room. Might as well tell him i'm leaving for the night. He thought, opening his door. He saw Patch tosding and turning and came to his side
Before Preston left, when the sun had finally set and all was calm, he made his way to Patch's room. Might as well tell him i'm leaving for the night. He thought, opening his door. He saw Patch tosding and turning and came to his side
((Oh, coolio!))
Preston shook him awake gently. "Patch...Patch!" He shouted, pushing harder. He was frightened just by watching this unfold. Did I cause this?!?! "Mr. Cipriano, wake the bloody hell up!"
Preston shook him awake gently. "Patch...Patch!" He shouted, pushing harder. He was frightened just by watching this unfold. Did I cause this?!?! "Mr. Cipriano, wake the bloody hell up!"
Preston slipped onto his bed, hands poised on Patch's shoulders. "Shhh, it's me." He said soothingly. His dark eyes averted to the crumpled sheets. "Are you alright?" He asked, breathlessly
Preston cupped his own hands around Patch's and brought them close to him. "Relax...You're alright...I'm here..." He moved slightly, so he was sitting on Patch's thighs, just in casehe spazzemed again
He rubbed his thumb over the inside of Patch's hand and whispered soft, gentle things to calm him down. He laid his head on Patch's chest, back arched. His glasses got knocked off and his hair fell in a dark halo above his head as he rested. "Im so sorry..." He said, adressing both the incident before and now Patch's nightmare
He let go of his hands, but didnt move. "Patch...What were you dreaming of...?"
Preston nodded and got off him. "I came in here to tell you that i'm leaving for the night. Some Downworlder raid. Ill be back, alright?" He got off the bed, right after clutching his glasses
"I...Have to. No one else wanted to come, and it seemed urgent some shadowhunter attends to it sooner than later. Duty calls, I answer." He said, shocked that Patch had touched him.
"No, you shouldn't. You...You look unwell..." He said, grimacing. Yet, he wanted him to come, just the same.
((IDEA for them!!!))
((IDEA for them!!!))
((Preston should totally get pummeled, and Patch has to take him to an Inn, where they'll have their...special time...XD!))
"If you care so bloody much, then come." He said, turning away to go to the door. "Dress quickly. We leave in...10 minutes."
"If you care so bloody much, then come." He said, turning away to go to the door. "Dress quickly. We leave in...10 minutes."
((XD))
Preston was waiting outside the institute, sitting on the step.
Preston was waiting outside the institute, sitting on the step.
He got up and nodded. He couldnt help but notice how cute form fitting clothes fitted on Patch, how they hugged all the right places. "Follow me." he said, taking off down the street
"Some warlock prosti-" He stopped himself and smiled. "You know, the unusual warlock get together. Trafficing, a bit. But im sure the usual werewolves, fae, and vampire shall attend. We'll have our hands full."
((Prostitution, yes.))
((and i apologize. The thing never gave me an update))
At that moment, he realized that he never wouldve been able to do this on his own. They kept walking, till they came to a big street with a townhouse bursting with people and noise. "We're here."
((and i apologize. The thing never gave me an update))
At that moment, he realized that he never wouldve been able to do this on his own. They kept walking, till they came to a big street with a townhouse bursting with people and noise. "We're here."
"Hmmm, im sure it appears innocent for a reason." He took out his seraph blade and flicked it around. "If you see a horribly graphic scene, shield your virgin eyes and turn away, alright? Then stab the living..." He couldnt finish his sentence, for some poor faerie had stumbled out of the house in a drunken rage, leaving the door wide open. "Now is our chance..." He said, rushing to get to the door before it closed again.
He scuttled up the stairs and to the main floor, where everyone in the household was grouped around eachother, lights dimmed low. The couples of downworlders were drinking tall lagers and dancing close to eachother, while a band played in the background. Of course, they wouldnt do it out in the open. Preston glanced back to see Patch. "Find someone who looks like they own the place. We'll take them down first." This was implying the aspect of splitting up. He pressed himself into the crowd, searching
Preston was moving his way through tightly embracing couples, trying to find some guy who looled like he had authority. He had been searching for roughly 20 minutes, venturing to the outskirts of the makeshift dance floor, when he felt a hand on his shoulder.
"What ARE you doin' here?!?" a person shrieked. A forceful hand jerked him back, as he hit the wall. Some person, definetly a male vampire, pinned him back and spat in his face as that same woman shrieked in drunken glee.
"What ARE you doin' here?!?" a person shrieked. A forceful hand jerked him back, as he hit the wall. Some person, definetly a male vampire, pinned him back and spat in his face as that same woman shrieked in drunken glee.
Preston shivered as he felt the guy press his coiled fist to his stomach, and punched in. He caved, gasping for breath. "Oh...One...One of you..." But Preston had always been a horrible liar.
His hand wrapped around Preston's neck and squeezed. "Hmmm...You dont smell like one of us. More like a weasely maggot, blood mixing with one of angelic descent. Nice flavour, but a wicked after taste...." He cackled and picked him up by his neck and tossed him to the floor. Preston was scrambling for his weapon but had accidently dropped it on the floor
His hand wrapped around Preston's neck and squeezed. "Hmmm...You dont smell like one of us. More like a weasely maggot, blood mixing with one of angelic descent. Nice flavour, but a wicked after taste...." He cackled and picked him up by his neck and tossed him to the floor. Preston was scrambling for his weapon but had accidently dropped it on the floor
A bigger, burlier werewolf had pushed his way through. "Nephilim, im sure." He said, pulling Prestons body up by the arms. He held him close, and spat in his face, before tossing him across the floor, his body crashing onto a table with glass cups. They shattered loudly, as his moan of pain rang out. The men cackled with laughter and walked over to repeat the process
The guy barely felt it, but spun around in vain to try and grab at him.
Preston had fallen to the floor. Shards of glass were sticking to his skin, jabbing him painfully.
Preston had fallen to the floor. Shards of glass were sticking to his skin, jabbing him painfully.
He crumpled to the floor in a heated rage but lay unresponsive. The room had grown incredibly quiet, just staring at Patch. Preston moaned, oblivious to the world.
The vampire barred his fangs and lunged a bit, but backed off. "Not worth it. Flee to the back room, everyone. Or get out." Evidently, he was the leader. Most people began rushing to the exit, some too drunk to comprehend what he had said
He rolled his eyes. "Well, I live here. So take your crippled piece of rubbish..." He pointed to Preston. "...and get out. How dumb, shadowhunters are..."
"Garbage!" he spat, a smirk playing on his pale lips. "Go, shadowhunter. Before they're will be hell to pay. I'm giving you a chance to up and leave with the...boy still in one piece. I'm being generous."
Preston lay crumpled and torn in his own pool of blood.
The vampire stood and motioned for people to leave before stalking off down the hall himself.
The vampire stood and motioned for people to leave before stalking off down the hall himself.
He mumbled Patch's last name under his breath as his little hands wrapped around his shirt, holding as tight as he could for his state. He whispered "I'm...so...sorry..."
Preston was so tired. He shut his eyes and fell into sleep, while muttering things he found attractive in Patch under his breath. He was too out of it to stop.
((Are they just gonna go to an Inn?))
((Are they just gonna go to an Inn?))
((Lol, yesh! XD))
Preston kept quiet now, clutching onto Patch as if he was dead
Preston kept quiet now, clutching onto Patch as if he was dead
