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 Posted: Sun Feb 15, 2015 1:38 pm
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Zaire worried too much. His boilfriend was entirely too easy to please. Absolutely besotted, the mahamba could have simply shown up and offered cuddles and Likely Jory would have been satisfied. He expected noting, it made any little effort on the other monster's part so much more meaningfull. One day, perhaps, the afanc would grow accustomed to the level of attention, but that was not today.
The knock came, and Jory looked up from the buttons he was fastening along the length of one thin ankle. He finished the last one quickly before straightening up and getting to his feet so he could cross the room to meet is boilfriend at the door. "Hi." Perpetually happy to see him, the boil was like a needy puppy. The tips of thin fingers came to rest on Zaire's chest, and he rose up on tiptoe to lay a kiss against tanned lips, long and lingering.
When they parted he was all smiles, lowering back to flat feet. "I'm ready, but I have something for you." A pat on the taller boil's arm, and Jory was crossing the room again to grab a box off the bedside table. It wasn't wrapped, but the box itself was crisp and neat in it's plain state, and there was thick thread wrapped around it to keep it from opening. "Here."
Now there were nerves, and after handing it over the smaller boil tucked a strand of pale hair behind one long ear, watching his boilfriend almost anxiously. "I made it myself. I hope you like it."
Inside was a necklace. Leather cords in varying shades of black and grey, and they were braided together. There was a small cog in the middle, it was wire wrapped, and there was a blue stone in the center the same shade as both their eyes.
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Posted: Thu Feb 19, 2015 5:52 pm
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Jory was bouncing on the balls of his feet anxiously, hands clasped in front of him as he watched his boilfriend cut the string so he could open the box. He was eager, tense, nervous all at once, and he'd caught his lower lip between sharp teeth as the box was opened. The necklace was pulled out, and baby blues watched tanned features as he brushed his thumb along the braided band, looking it over. He'd damn near draw blood from his lower lip before Zaire spoke up and Jory's features lit up, bright and pleased. "You do?"
Lips met lips, pulling a small, helpless sound from the afanc as the necklace was tucked into his hands. He blinked as they parted, glancing down at the handmade gift in his hands before the mahamba's intentions were clear. "Oh! Yes."
Obligingly, and happily, he'd fasten the necklace around the taller boil's neck, and a brush of fingers smoothed the wire wrapped stone against the hollow of his throat in a fond gesture. "There."
It took him a moment, but the rest of what Zaire had said sank in with a twitch of brows. "Late, for a gift?" What exactly did that mean? With a thoughtful little frown Jory wrapped his arms around one of Zaire's looking up at the boil. "Where are we going?"
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Posted: Fri Feb 27, 2015 2:30 pm
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"I do," he confirmed with a soft touch to eye, not wanting the other boil to harbor any nervousness about the gift. When Jory caught up to the moment the mahamba held back a chuckle, liking the sort of dazed state he could put the other into. As the wire wrapped stone settled into the hollow of his throat a swallow came, Zaire pulled back trying to adopt a regal expression, "..how do I look, fancy?" But it wasn't really working and after only a few seconds he broke into a smirk and laced fingers with Jory to bring his hand up for a kiss.
The curious questioning of the gift was met with a silent stretch of grin and shake of head. Clearly he wasn't going to give it away, not yet. Because lets face it the only thing worse than the gift being a bust for being dancing is if Jory wouldn't even show up with him. Releasing the other Zaire went to open the door, and as Jory wrapped around him he led them out towards the gates of Halloween Town.
"Not much further now.." It would be a short walk to the dance studio that was holding the special Scarentines day class and if it turned out to be something they liked, well Zaire wasn't against embarrassing himself for Jory's pleasure. Leaning into Jory the monsters eyes flickered to each little shop they passed, "..not cold..are you?" The question was posed on a lazy look down to the other boil, a smile given as well. Sometimes he wondered when just walking with the other boil had became a activity that made his heart race.
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Posted: Sun Mar 01, 2015 11:37 am
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Jory's chin bobbed in a nod, and a ridiculously goofy smile lit up pale features. "Yes, you look very fancy! Very handsome." The color faded from the apples of his cheeks, his version of a flush, as he dropped his gaze, drawing the bud of his lower lip in between sharp teeth to try to tame the besotted grin. it didn't work. If anything he looked every bit as love sick as he truly was. Of course, it wasn't as if Zaire wasn't fully aware of the effect he had on his smaller boilfriend.
There was a pout as the mahamba dodged answering Jory's question, and he thought about pressing him on it, but instead he fell quiet himself, thoughtful and curious, as Zaire led him off campus and into the town. He didn't try again until the other boil spoke, though this time he phrased it differently, hoping maybe if Zaire wouldn't answer what he'd answer where. "Where are we going?"
He didn't, instead asking a question of his own, and Jory shook his head. "No, I'm fine." It was cool outside, but the afanc was used to colder temperatures. The loc was chilly, the town on the bank not much warmer. He might have preferred the heat, savoring it, but he was perfectly fine in the cold as well.
It made him smile though, that Zaire would ask, and he gave his arm a squeeze as he bumped his head against his shoulder.
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Posted: Tue Mar 10, 2015 4:55 pm
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Jory was in a great mood, and incredibly curious by how terribly tight lipped his boilfriend was being about the gift. It had him turning the occassional glance up to him, and the look of that smile on that handsome face just made him even more excited and eager to see what the other boil had up his sleeve. "Zaaa-ire," he whined, giving the arm he was holding a little tug. Tipping head his head up, he lay his chin against Zaire's bicep, baby blues directed up at him, beseeching.
He gave a small sound of protest as the arm slipped out of his grasp, but it silenced as strong hands closed on his waist. The request had him leaning back against the other boil, but he obliged, eyes falling closed as he curled his own hands over Zaire's, holding him closenow that they'd come to a stop. "You're up to something." The mahamba was always up to something, so that was nothing new.
Head resting ainst Zaire's chest, he tipped it up to prove that his eyes were indeed shut.
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Posted: Mon Mar 30, 2015 8:40 am
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If only Jory had held out the whine of protest and that look a little longer, he might have given up. But as luck had it the other monster went with the request without fuss. As blue eyes fell shut Zaire's own narrowed in delight, leaning he kissed the accusing lips softly, "you say that...like its a bad thing, though I know you always like my surprises.." Or most of them at least. On a chuckle he slipped back up and slowly as Jory's hands curled around his started to walk them towards the studios front door.
Music could be heard as they neared closer, the places was large but packed with couples for the scarentines holiday celebration. Dipping lips pressed to a blue ear and he cooed, "open your eyes..." Hearts of pink, black and red hung everywhere, including the window they were in front of that held the studios name in big white letters. Before Zaire's hand could moved to catch the door and pull it open a ghostly ghoul opened it up and called to them happily, recognizing Zaire from when he bought the gift. "Hello! So glad you could join us, you're the last couple! Please hand me your dance passes then come in and join the festivities! We will be starting the dance class in just a few moments. "
Slowly his hands uncoiled to get the tickets but a last look spared to his partner just in case this was too much.
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Posted: Sat Apr 11, 2015 1:48 pm
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"I wasn't complaining, just stating a fact," Jory protested, though he fell quiet again as soft lips brushed his own. It pulled a soft sound from the monster, had hands twitching around Zaire's as he began leading him forward. "Don't let me walk into anything." He doubted seriously that his boilfriend would allow him to so much as stumble, but the cautious request slipped out anyways.
Jory could hear music, muffled and distant, but the further they walked the close it sounded, until it seemed as though they were right outside whatever building the music was coming from. Long ears were twitching, perking up as his head turned, but he obediently kept his eyes closed until Zaire told him he could open them. When he did the first thing he saw were the decorations, then he was looking through the window the hearts were plastered all over. People, couples, and they were dancing! Another small noise, inquisitive this time as he lifted his head to look up at Zaire, but the door opened, and an elderly ghoul was talking to them.
She seemed to be expecting them, and Jory just stared at hr rather dumbfounded before he felt Zaire's hands slip away from his own to go rooting around in his pockets. Glow eyes caught his own, asking silent questions, and the afanc gave him wide eyes back, but there was a flicker of a smile, the upward tick of lips as it all started to settle in.
Zaire had gotten him dancing lessons for Scarentines!
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Posted: Fri May 01, 2015 4:21 pm
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Months ago Jory probably would have noticed just how many other creeple were in the class, and he'd have found a nice safe stretch of wall o occupy until he was allowed to take his leave. Now though, with Zaire's hand in his, the weight of his tail looped around the afanc's, the boil didn't really notice the crowd. They were present, but they just weren't important. Not like the Monster beside him.
He let himself be led, helped himself too a spookie as well, though he wasn't half so vicious as he bit into it. Nibbling delicately, he blinke dwhen Zaire spoke, head tipping back so he could look up at the taller monster, and finally noticed that wash of color across his cheeks. A smile followed, and he set his spookie down before turning and laying his hands against Zaire's chest, leaning into him and rising up on his toes so he could lay a kiss on the mahamba's chin. "Thank you."
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Posted: Mon May 18, 2015 3:18 pm
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Jory easily rose up on his tip toes, looping his arms up around the taller boil's shoulders. The room melted away, and there was nothing but the mahamba, the hands on his hips. He tucked his head up under that tan chin, drew in a deep breath, and let it out in a content sigh.
Then they were being called to attention, reminding both boils that they weren't alone. Jory's cheeks paled, expression going sheepish, though a tiny smile lingered. His ear flicked beneath the soft n**, hip bumping against his boilfriend's hip. Fingers laced together, and Jory let Zaire pull him towards the dance floor, then turned to put his other hand on the mahaba's shoulder.
A glance at the instructor, and she gave a small nod. Their form wasn't exactly perfect, but it would do for beginners.
Really, the instruction itself wasn't nearly as important as the time spent with Zaire. There hadn't been a school dance this year, the festivities celebrated another way, but they had this.
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