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Feb 25, 2012 01:41PM
"And for that, I amforever grateful." They had arrived at Patch's room. Preston took an awkward bow of gratitude, and sauntered down the hall, wanting to spend a few minutes or so in the foyer
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Preston turned down the hall, eyes averted downward.
((Its a line from what used to be my favorite song. It says: "Like a Good Old Fashioned Nightmare" and the song was by Matt and Kim. Its just kind of symbolic, lol))
"Oh, Uh..." Preston had lost his footing for a brief second, trying to regain it "No bother what-so-ever..." He hadnt looked up at Scott, too busy with the scuff he had created on his shoes
"Oh, Uh..." Preston had lost his footing for a brief second, trying to regain it "No bother what-so-ever..." He hadnt looked up at Scott, too busy with the scuff he had created on his shoes
Preston fixed his glasses and gazed up at Scott. "Oh...Wow...Uh...hi..." He blushed, cheeks turning pink
"Did you just...Arrive?" He asked, straightening himself out. "Or, have I been blinded by your beauty, and you'vr been here all this time and I couldn't see?"
Preston felt like an ass. "Yes, truly blinded. You know my name, then? oh god, I feel like such an oaf..." He stuck out his hand, sighing terribly.
Preston blushed and shook. "Rather...Pathetic on my part, i'd say..." He came to Scott's side. "Where were you heading to, good Mr. Parnell, sir? Mind if I join you?"
And, even though he was incredibly tired, he wanted to go out again. "You look smashing..." He said, eyeing his outfit. "I know. Why don't you walk with me to my room, and I shall change farely quickly, and then...we can go gallavanting around London...?" He eyebrows raised significantly.
"Alight, then follow me." He led him to his room, and pulled up a chair for him to sit in. Then, he threw open his expansive wardrobe and started pulling out collaborations of outfits
He concluded that he wanted to wear a gray ensemble, black lined and regal looking. It was the nicest outfit he had, actually. He began to undress, not caring if Scott saw
Preston, without anything on, went over to Scott and uncovered his eyes. "You don't have to look. Just, please don't cover your eyes. It makes me feel terrible about my self esteem." Which was a lie, but he said it sincerely
"Here. If I put on my underclothes, will you look?" He tugged those on quickly.
Preston was pulling on his pants. "Please forgive me for putting you in that position." His black marks stood out strikingly on his porcelain skin
Preston smile lightheartedly. "No, just by looking at you, I figured you were experienced, you know?"
"We could change that..." He said without thinking and blushed. "I...I...nevermind..." He finished dressing, looking away from him
Preston pretended not to hear, even thoguh the idea sent fluttering feelings to his stomach. "I....Guess I have a boyfriend..." He said, tightly, adjusting his sleeves. "I don't think he'd be very happy about that, though you are very adorable..."
He nodded. If Patch could only see him now, he thought. "Well, uhm...The night is dawning and I know of a fabulous place we can go visit...Just a little cozy place to wine and dine at. I'm really craving some other cuisine besides the average food they serve here, non?" He pushed his glasses up and took a bow. "Care to join me, still?"
"Well then, my little Odd Fellow ((teehee, history reference! Love those)),..." He offered up his arm, as if he wanted to court Scott around. "Off we shall be!"
He whisked him out of his room and down the hall and then even out of the Institute. He walked with him down the street, passing people. They came up to the little well-lit tavern.
"Very". He said, smiling. The lights were dimmed and couples were cuddled close together. He scored a table in a little alcove.
Preston took off his glasses and laid them out on the table. He gazed up at Scott and asked "What do you drink, my man? Liquor?"
Preston's mouth formed an O. The waiter came and Preston ordered some sake concoction. "Ever had rice wine? I suppose you havnt..." He let him order whatever he wanted.
Preston smiled at him thoughtfully. "So...Scott..."
Preston laughed heartily and placed a hand on his shoulder. 'Tell me just a bit about yourself, my friend...I'm just burning up with curiousity here..."
Preston nodded. What a horrible life. It's almost like having no parents at all... He thought, as the waiter came back and served them both sake. "That's...I'm sorry..."
Preston nodded. "I suppose I miss my parents..." He shrugged, even though it hurt to remember. He couldn't see his mother's face anymore. "I used to live in a small town in Austria before I came here...I left my parents for here...And then..." He took a deep breath and sipped from his flask. "Some bloody demon went and killed my family. All of them. Not just my parents. That, my friend, was a dark day..."
He shrugged. "They were arses anyways. Always making me do things I didn't like and disapproving about my...fascination with men....Even though I didn't really know I was....whatever you call it..." He blushed, not knowing the porper term for being gay.
"Bi...? Does that mean both sexes, I suppose?" He took another sip, eyebrows knitting together.
Preston had enevr even considered liking females. Sure, he had shown liking for them, but he had never really loved them. "Interesting. Hast du jemals einen Freund?" He had spoken in German without really thinking. He had always denied his heritage, not wanting people to know he spoke such an ugly language, but Scott made him feel like he could trust him. "I..I mean...i mean I asked if you had ever had a boyfriend..."
Oh wow, touchy subject... "Oh, really?" So, he is experienced...hmm... He coughed into his arm, looknig over the ltitle list of food options. "H-Hungry?"
Preston nodded and ordered something small. He was starving, having not eaten since he and Patch...The situation excited him, but also made him wary now. What was Patch doing right now? Sleeping? Or wondering where his boyfriend was...
Preston laughed with him, sparking random topics up with him, and showing a bit too much of public affection. He kissed his cheek softly, lingering to whisper in his ear "You should drink more...Here..." He pushed the rest of his towards him.
Preston, also feelnig a bit woozy, placed his hand on Scott's knee, fluttering upward. "Does that make you nervous?"
Preston shook out his hair and let his hand travel up to his navel and across his chest. Finallyy, he stopped to cup his chin and bring his lips to his, kissing quietly and softly.
Nobody could see them, as Preston deepened the kiss and ran his hands through Scott's hair. You arent Patch, but you'll do for right now....
Preston giggled against his lips. The waiter came back and dropped whatever he had in his hand, seeing their public display of affection. Preston didnt stop
He's experienced. He's supposed to be better than Patch. Stop! His mind was screaming at him to stop this, but he just couldnt. Scott was kissing all the places Patch didnt, and he liked that
Preston moaned loudly, unable to control himself
"Scottttttt...." His voice got deeper, as he traced his finger across his chest and into a button hole, feeling around inside on his bare skin. The button popped later, and his whole hand creeped inside. "Scott, I...You're amazing..."
Preston tore apart from him and slapped some money down on the table. "Come. Let's go back to the Institute an finish this..." He got up, pulling Scott with him.
He ran out of the tavern with Scott's hand in his, giggling all the way back to the Institute. Once inside, he gallavanted up the stairs and into his bedchamber, locknig the door behind him. He was so wasted, he couldn't care less about whether this was Patch or Scott. "Come here and kiss me!"
Preston began the process of coaxing him to his bed.
((ff?))
((ff?))
Preston was still, barely breathing. Being with Scott had been a thrill, but...What about Patch? He felt sick, like he'd throw up right there
Preston didnt say anything, only let out a sob. What a fool! How idiotic can I be? I just ruined everything! My love...my Patch...
Preston lashed out at Scott, hitting his hands against his chest. "No! NO! Get out, get out!!! I have a lover! I...Augh!!!" He screamed and let tears trickle. He looked so confused and lost. "Scott...Scott, I'm begging you...please go...i'm so sorry..
Preston turned away from him and cried some more, burying his head in his pillow.
He was shaking and wretching, disgusted with himself. He couldnt hear patch over the sound of his sobs
"NOTHING!!!" He screamed, grabbing onto Patch. "Dont speak so kindly to me!!!"
((Omg, congrats! Lol! Yay Lightwoods and Carstairs'!!!!))
"Its nothing..." He said, since he couldnt come up with a fast enough excuse
"Its nothing..." He said, since he couldnt come up with a fast enough excuse
"You'll hate me if I tell you." He said
