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Post by Isaac Lewis on Nov 5, 2015 4:33:39 GMT
Heaven ablaze in our eyes We're standing still in time The blood on our hands is the wine, We offer as sacrifice Come on, and show them your love, Rip out the wings of a butterfly, For your soul, my love, Rip out the wings of a butterfly, For your soul, This endless mercy mile, We're crawling side by side, With hell freezing over in our eyes, Gods kneel before our crime
Today was probably the worst day of Slightly’s life. Then again, it was probably Oliver’s worst day, seeing as he was the one tortured. However, seeing the one he loved the most in the world, the one he would kill for, the one he would die for, hurt so badly, wanting to die was a terrible, terrible pain, not to mention the panic that had gone through him the instant Oliver had been taken by Gold. Running around town not finding him, freaking out to Graham, who he barely knew personally, but knew Oliver liked, or seemed to like was really nothing to finding the person he loved wanting to die, bleeding from obvious torture, some sick twisted markings all down his leg that would probably leave some nasty scars. That sight would be burned into the back of his head because it was his fault that happened. He wasn’t strong enough to protect Oliver from the bastard. He wasn’t strong enough to defend his love from anything it seemed.
And yet, here was, carrying the injured Oliver as fast as he could, his mind continuing to tell him to just keep going, fearing that Gold would appear behind them or next to them and bring the two of them back. Even back in Neverland and the Enchanted Forest, they really didn’t have any powers, especially nothing that would rival the powers of a Dark One with daddy issues. No, that was Pan. Pan was their protector, and Pan had the power. His thoughts turned to Pan, reaching his place, and hurrying inside, placing Oliver on his couch. He didn’t have much, just a studio with an attached tiny little thing that one could call a bathroom. But it was something.
Slightly pulled out his cell phone (he didn’t pay for it, he took it from Graham earlier. He couldn’t afford his own cell so he usually just stole them from people and used it until he was being followed or the service was cut. He’d probably end up giving Graham his phone back, just because Oliver seemed to like the guy.
Please don’t die. Please don’t die. I love you.
He quickly sent off a message to Pan, who Slightly still believed couldn’t possibly be cursed, having gotten the number from the hospital where they both worked. Being a janitor meant he could easily sneak into the files and get whatever he wanted from there.
Come quickly. It’s Isaac.
A simple message, with his address afterwards and he quickly looked around, finding a cloth, and getting it wet. That what was people did right? He needed to get the blood off of Oliver at least. He walked over the couch where he had set Oliver and slowly began running the cloth over the worst of the blood, trying not to get distracted by the terrible look of the wounds.
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Post by Colin Ambrose on Nov 5, 2015 5:03:07 GMT
Colin was sitting in his armchair in his finally refurnished house with his head tilted back and his eyes closed as he considered going out to Granny's Diner, though the last time he had gone out for food he had not had the best of times. The food had been amazing though, and he felt a longing for the delicious vittles. He sat up with a start as his butt seemed to vibrate. He had gotten calls and texts before, but it was always work related so he was at least usually aware that someone was going to try to contact him.
He stood up, as reaching his hand underneath himself to get the small, crappy phone would have been difficult, and pulled it out of his pocket. It was a flip phone, so most assuredly it was nothing special. He opened it and stared at the odd number on the display. He did not recognize it, but figured it could be someone that just wanted to switch hours with him. He opened it and read it, the wheels in his mind attempting to remember an Isaac from work. His eyes widened as he realized that the only person he knew with that name was the boy that had beaten the food out of his air hole at the diner.
Colin flexed his fingers, thinking about the new power that he had just recently acquired. He had managed to poof from one place to another, but had never tried to go more than a few dozen feet. This was not too far, and Colin hoped he could manage. He waved his hands in the familiar "woman with an hourglass figure" sort of way and closed his eyes, hoping that he didn't bamf himself into a wall. He opened one eye after a few seconds and looked around. He was still in his apartment. He sighed and his hands fell to his sides as he opened the other eye. He quickly grabbed his jacket and ran out the door, locking it behind him as he made his way to the address.
He would get the magic down eventually, but this message seemed to be urgent. A few minutes later he arrived at his target location and softly knocked on the door. He looked down as he waited, and saw the small trickle of blood that led to the other side. He looked up, alarmed, and threw his hands at the door as hard as he could, feeling the tingle of magic as it left his body and blew the door open, dragging it off one of it's hinges. Colin stared into the doorway with his hands still outstretched, watching as pieces of wood, splinters, and dust flew into the room. He cringed and his mouth crinkled up as he furrowed his brow. "Uh... whoops." |
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Post by Oliver Vail on Nov 5, 2015 5:04:03 GMT
THEY TRIED TO SAVE ME BUT I'M TOO FAR GONE THEY CALLED ME CRAZY SO I PLAYED ALONG Everything was almost peaceful while he was sleeping. He hadn't felt the pain, and his mind was at ease in the blackness. He might have stayed in that lifeless zone forever if it hadn't been for the feel of something against his skin. He slowly blinked them open, not entirely aware of the pain at first. Or his surroundings for that matter. The ceiling he was staring up was unfamiliar, and he squinted in confused before wondering what he was feeling again. His eyes trailed away, setting themselves on the boy he'd not actually expected to see. Isaac. He was still here. Was this his house?
He smiled lightly, feeling almost relieved before the smile quickly turned into him biting on the inside of his cheeks. The pain was flooding back fast, though not as extremely terrible as before, and he groaned out rather loudly. At least the crying fit was over. That he was thankful for. Maybe he wouldn't have to look like such a blubbering idiot.
A distraction came quick when he heard a strange sound and looked over at the door of what he thought was Isaac's home. It looked like it'd been blown off one of it's hinges. His eyes widened huge as he witnessed the wood and splinters flying through the air. Oliver quickly sat up without even thinking, his face turning white as the fear that Gold had found them rushed into his mind. He scooted backwards on the couch a bit, his breathing becoming heavy.
It took him a long moment to even notice who it actually was, like his mind hadn't wanted to see it. Oliver's breathing slowed. Colin. He was regaining control that the fear had taken from him. Wait. Colin? Now he was confused, and not just by the door being blown off it's damn hinges. He looked over at Isaac. "You two.... know each other?" He looked back at Colin, wondering how that was possible.  | | 326 words | Yup. |
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Post by Isaac Lewis on Nov 5, 2015 5:47:12 GMT
Heaven ablaze in our eyes We're standing still in time The blood on our hands is the wine, We offer as sacrifice Come on, and show them your love, Rip out the wings of a butterfly, For your soul, my love, Rip out the wings of a butterfly, For your soul, This endless mercy mile, We're crawling side by side, With hell freezing over in our eyes, Gods kneel before our crime
Isaac was there, wiping blood off of Oliver’s leg primarily, as that was where the major damage had been caused, where the most blood was, so focused that he didn’t noticed when Oliver had regained consciousness because of what he was doing, when he heard a knock. Isaac knew what it had to be, but he sincerely hoped it wasn’t the other option, which was Gold playing with them and knocking just to get their curiosity going. However, Isaac had just enough time to stand up before his door was blown in and Pan stood on the other side. Isaac stared with a look that was slightly annoyed (at the great Pan? He had to quickly changed that), though quickly he changed it to a happy looked. Good Pan was here. Pan would be able to help, even if he was undercover as a guy named Colin. After all, whatever his plans were, they were important enough to have such an absolute cover as to look like a clumsy guy who didn’t know what he was doing. He didn’t care what sort of damage he did to his place, he could blow up the entire town for all he cared as long as he could help Oliver.
“Colin, you’re here,” Isaac said as if he didn’t just blow his door off his hinges, as if he had simply knocked on the door and Isaac just opened the door to greet him. “Oliver got.. hurt. Can you… help?” Pan would help even if he was acting the fool right now. There were no ears in his house, but Oliver would have to believe that Colin was cursed like everyone else, just like Oliver believed Slightly had no prior memory to their first meeting in Storybrooke. He would figure out a way that he could help Oliver as Colin. Pan was brilliant. Pan never failed. He had the utmost confidence in Pan. He didn’t have confidence in Colin, but Pan was pretending to be Colin, and therefore there was no way that Pan would let Oliver suffer…
Unless Pan wanted this to happen. Sometimes Pan would do things so that they would learn or whatever other reason he did. Maybe he needed Oliver to go through the pain in order to be stronger later for some other mission. It didn’t matter. Isaac didn’t care. Isaac wanted Oliver to be better, to no longer be hurt. And Pan was going to help even if he had to force the great Pan to do it.
“Uh, yeah, we met at the diner,” Isaac said, even if it were a slight lie. Sure, Isaac met Colin there, but they both knew that he remembered their other lives, unlike everyone else. They had met long ago, and also a short time ago, since time didn’t move in Neverland. They were old friends, and new friends, and all that other stuff. Whatever, it wasn’t really a lie, since they both remembered their past life, even if Pan was undercover.
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Post by Colin Ambrose on Nov 5, 2015 6:21:12 GMT
Colin slowly lowered his hands as he saw the two boys, both had sort of become his friends, so he felt safe enough for now with the whole powers thing. He walked into the room and dusted himself off. "I gotta say, not the safest or cleanest entrance for a hero, but I looked cool right?" He grinned and felt dust fall from his god level eyebrows. He shook his shirt a bit and looked over at Oliver, checking for injuries that Slightly had mentioned.
It didn't take long, as Oliver seemed to be covered in a multitude of them. He quickly moved over, carefully to not step on any of the shattered door as he made his way over. He glanced over at Slightly and rolled his eyes. That had indeed been where they had met, though the details had been left to the imagination. He found this to be odd, but figured it was more important to worry about the wounds that Oliver had. He quickly located an insanely etched wound in the boys leg, and then a large, messy hole in his shoulder.
He was not entirely sure he was going to be able to help, but he hoped that healing magic was part of his repartee, and that it would be activated through sheer force of will like all his other abilities. He closed his eyes and concentrated, thinking first about bone regrowing, then then veins repairing, sinew and muscle stretching and twining back together, then finally skin inching back and closing. He opened his eyes and let out air suddenly, realizing that he had been holding his breath.
He looked at the leg and was both surprised and proud to see that it had worked. He quickly moved to the shoulder and reworked through the steps, though this time he was sure the shoulder would still be a little sore. Colin stood up and shook his head, feeling the slightest bit tired after his magic. He rubbed his face, then smiled at the other two. "You know, I gotta say Isaac, this was even weirder than accidentally kissing you when you almost Heimliched me to death." |
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Post by Oliver Vail on Nov 5, 2015 6:35:26 GMT
THEY TRIED TO SAVE ME BUT I'M TOO FAR GONE THEY CALLED ME CRAZY SO I PLAYED ALONG He smirked. It did look kind of cool, but he was groaning in a fit of pain as soon as he'd almost attempted to laugh. He was wondering if part of this was just psychological. What had that damn old man done to him? Why was he feeling so off? So strange? Even laughing came with a mentally exhausting feeling.
They'd met at the dinner? This really was a small town. He supposed he shouldn't have been surprised by that, but it was weird that the two of them picked the same, weird kid to befriend. Based off solely their first conversation, it did feel like the two had a lot in common.
He watched as Colin came over, and watched even closer as he worked this magic junk on his leg. This was really happening. His eyes were wide as he felt the pain slowly fade into nothing. He looked back up at Colin with wide eyes. "I am never going to get used to all this magic..." He shook his leg a little. His shoulder was next. The result wasn't quite as amazing, but it was incredible. It still stung, but it wasn't open wounded anymore. "Wow..." He muttered as Colin took a few steps back.
He looked up, about to thank him when Colin spoke again. His train of thought cut off and his face went blank when Colin spoke. "You... kissed... him?" He didn't even care about the accidental part of the rest of that statement. All he'd heard was that he'd kissed him. Suddenly, an unknown amount of rage started swelling inside of him and he was feeling sicker then ever. He's expression shifted and he wanted nothing more then to stand up and punch Colin out. He glanced back at Isaac, the same look of jealously flaring up in his eyes. That was when he got a better idea. One that would show the both of them.
With that, Oliver grabbed onto the collar of Isaac's shirt and pulled him down so that way his face was only an inch away. It was even closer than he'd been to James's face before. He was pushing past the pain that was now luckily contained to his shoulder as he was practically glaring into his eyes with anger and an odd sense of something far too over-passionate. "This better be un-fucking-forgettable to make up for your stupid mistake." With the anger still very much flowing through him, he let go of his collar and wrapped one arm around Isaac's neck while his other hand found his cheek. He leaned up the rest of the way and closed his eyes, pushing his lips into Isaac's. In fact, he was practically slamming them against his, letting all of the jealously he was feeling fuel his actions.
He moved his lips against Isaac's, his thumb brushing against his cheek as he did. His lips were soft, much softer than he'd imagined. As he kissed him, his found his anger disappearing, and he prayed Isaac wasn't going to pull away as he used all his remaining strength to try and force his lips into staying right where they were without actually hurting him. His arm was locked tight around the back of his neck, and Oliver felt as though he was intoxicated. He couldn't stop himself as his lips felt like they were perfectly meshing against his, whether he kissed him back or not. He'd never felt anything quite like this, and he didn't want it to stop. He wanted more. He wanted to be closer. He couldn't even recognize his shoulder pain anymore. It was as though he was in a trace.
Nevertheless, he still pulled away, hoping that he could manage to do so before Isaac would, despite his mind and body screaming at him for allowing it to stop. Oliver was breathing slightly heavier than he was before. His eyes were wide, and he swallowed hard. "Did I make my... point?" He was still staring at him, wide eyed. He was in so much disbelief for what he'd just done. He felt kind of insane. "You're mine." After everything that had just happened... the torturing, the beating his friend James took out of what felt a lot like jealousy, and that first meeting where they'd clicked more than he'd ever clicked with anyone in his life, he really believed that. Kissing him had just been the single, greatest moment of his life and he felt crazy. At the same time, he was expecting Isaac to literally punch him in the face at any moment. | | 767 words | Yup. |
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Post by Isaac Lewis on Nov 5, 2015 7:28:00 GMT
Heaven ablaze in our eyes We're standing still in time The blood on our hands is the wine, We offer as sacrifice Come on, and show them your love, Rip out the wings of a butterfly, For your soul, my love, Rip out the wings of a butterfly, For your soul, This endless mercy mile, We're crawling side by side, With hell freezing over in our eyes, Gods kneel before our crime
Isaac laughed, even though he didn’t find Colin very funny at this very serious juncture, mostly because he was freaking out right now. Of course, Pan liked to be like this, playful and such all the time, it was part of being a kid forever, like they all were, but Isaac just wanted Oliver to be better. Then they could all be happy and joyful and play around. Damn it. He was really hating himself right now. Because he wasn’t being the kid he wanted to be, it was the stupid cursed part of him coming out and making things so serious. Even if it had to be serious because of everything that was happening. It was like he was being the mature one, instead of just not worrying like he could do in Neverland. He didn’t want to grow up. He didn’t want to be mature.
Hold on. So, Oliver knew that Pan had magic, or, well, he should call him Colin so he didn’t make the mistake when he talked. Isaac didn’t expect that. He knew that they knew each other, because well, Isaac was stalking Oliver because he wanted to make sure his love was alright. But it wasn’t like he was going to tell either of them, even though he didn’t look surprised at all that they obviously knew each other. But apparently his stalking didn’t give him all the information, and he was still surprised that Oliver wasn’t surprised with the magic stuff. Then again, Pan’s Colin persona was very lose with the magic, making such rookie mistakes it was almost hard to think that Pan was pulling off pulling wool over everyone’s eyes so well. Then again, he was Pan. He was a master at all things.
And then Isaac’s look of relief and happiness dropped slightly when Colin mentioned the kiss. It was something he was planning on never mentioning again, but apparently Pan had other plans. What his plans were, Isaac hadn’t the slightest clue. He wanted to stammer out an excuse, not wanting Oliver to get the wrong idea, because he and Pan were not in that kind of relationship, and even though he and Oliver couldn’t ever… even if he wanted to…
But then something clicked in Oliver’s eyes and in a moment where his slow reflexes didn’t help any, he was suddenly very close to Oliver. His breathing became heavy as he stared into the very close face of his friend, wondering what he was going to do, because it obviously couldn’t be what his perverted mind wanted it t–
Wait a second. Oliver just closed the space. He was kissing him. What the hell was going on? Hold on, he wasn’t reacting at all. Maybe he should react. This would be really awkward if he didn’t start rea– Oh good, his mind finally got around to doing what he wanted, pressing his own lips against Oliver’s, parting his lips slightly, and tilting his head for better access. He was dead, he was dreaming, he was drunk off of this feeling. His mind kept telling him this was wrong, despite the resounding yes coming from his heart. His mind kept reminding him of how this would change their relationship and Nibs would hate him when he finally remembered. But his heart didn’t care, never wanting this feeling to end.
And then it ended.
Isaac didn’t move as Oliver pulled away, his heart beating against his chest so hard he was sure that everyone could hear the rapid tempo it was drumming away. He took a deep breath and slowly backed away, his eyes not daring to blink for the fantasy could end if he closed his eyes even for a split second.
Had this been Pan’s plan? To get Oliver to kiss him?
He was completely unable to speak at this point, after he heard the words Oliver had spoken. His? He had always been his, he just didn’t know it. Oh Oliver, if he only knew. Instead, because his voice wasn’t working, he nodded rapidly. Then, his heart took over, leaned back towards Oliver, and placing another shorter kiss upon his lips, a sweet, less angry, but just as hungry sort of kiss. A kiss that was meant to only last a short moment before he pulled away, his eyes staring into the beautiful blue eyes. His vocal cords seemed to still be frozen, wanting to say so much, afraid of saying too much, and worried that he might say the wrong thing all the same time.
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Post by Colin Ambrose on Nov 6, 2015 21:42:10 GMT
Colin watched with amazement and wonder as Oliver sprang forward with more speed than Colin would have guessed the boy would have been capable of possessing after such intense wounds. Oddly enough, he was less surprised when Ollie planted a pretty serious lip lock on Slightly. Colin stood there, shuffling his feet and staring at the ceiling as first one of the boys kissed the other, then the one that had kissed to begin with was kissed by the second.
He had no issues with the two swapping spit, though he found it strange that they would decide now was the time to be snogging. An idea occurred to him, and he realized that it may have just been that they were both so happy that Oliver had been healed, that they could not hold back. Colin shrugged and glanced back at the door that he had previously sort of blown up. He held his hand out towards it, and in a very jedi sort of way, closed his eyes and focused his mind to mend the door.
This was a bit easier than healing a person, so it only took a few seconds to achieve. A few seconds where the other to occupants of the room could enjoy each others faces to their content. As soon as he turned back, after having finished fixing the door, Colin observed that Isaac was now staring into Oliver's eyes as if they were the deepest, bluest part of the ocean, and the lost city of Atlantis sat just within eye view on the bottom.
Admittedly, Colin would have loved to have a girl look at him like that, though even being straight, he felt a twinge of jealousy that these two boys could mean so much to each other. He felt a small laugh escape his throat as he clapped both hands on his knees in joy that they were all alright, and that the other two were definitely happy right now.
He held up his hands in manner that denoted fake or mock blocking in front of himself and waved them off as if to ward himself from the boys. "Alright cool, but nobody needs to kiss me. These lips are for lovely ladies only." He winked hoping that he knew was joking, though he certainly did not intend to start sucking face with anyone that was currently in this room, no matter how friendly or cool they seemed.
Colin backed away slightly and turned, waving over his shoulder. "I'm gonna get outta here lover boys. Call me any time ya need me." Colin quickly departed, shutting the door behind him. He walked down the hallway singing softly to himself, "Matchmaker, matchmaker, bring me a match. Find me a find, catch me a catch." He stopped singing and grinned as he left. Technically, even though he had not gotten the girl, it seemed like he had started a relationship between to pretty cool dudes.
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