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My crappy response to this.
Because me and Havocloverx6 made this pairing up, bizzniches.
And because I was asked to by the awesome Havox.
It's EXACTLY the same way that story is .. VOCALIZED, not thought.
Whatever she said, blahblahblah. It's just Angeal's side of the story.
Sorry for the epic crapiness that is this dump I call a journal.
I want no flaming. Go take it up to someone who cares enough to care.
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I know what it is.
This puppy. Energetic, abrasive, obnoxious .. and albeit a bit rude at times. Yet, I found myself swooning over him, all over him every chance I had. I always loved my space, that 'Personal Bubble' type thing, whatever you'd call it. Never was much for hugging and affection in any which way it went. But he .. he was different .. letting him jump on me, kiss me, hug me, whatever he wanted, I followed suit and did the same. It's more like a reflex to catch him in mid-air when he leaps at me from the doorway of our now shared bedroom. Though, I never expected him to love me like he does now. He told me he wasn't expecting love from anyone but his brother in the form of .. well, brotherly love. He also said something about not understanding the concept of loving another, or affection and romance in general. But I think I've changed that perspective. At least, I can only hope. We haven't really gone in depth with that type of conversation yet, but I'm getting there ..
Today was the same as always. I had waken up at exactly 6 A.M. as usual, to make breakfast (pancakes for the pup, of course and whatever it was I felt like eating ) before he got up and demanded I make him some. I always had to go in there and wake him up, a very dangerous action to take if it was Weiss. You never know if he's going to swat you away or give a snide remark and turn around to fall back asleep again. After I finished making his ideal breakfast, I peeked into the room to find him curled up in a sea of blankets. It was hard to tell where he started and ended. He wasn't normally a restless sleeper, though .. when I get out of bed, he goes nuts. I always think of it as his free time to mess up my sheets. It's an extremely tedious job to make my bed when he finally decides to get up. Everything that was once on my bed always ended up every which way on my floor. I shook my head and crept inside, only to find him snoozing under some pillows. Who would've guessed? I plopped down next to him, cuddling up against him. "Weiss .. it's time to get up. It's almost seven .." An inaudible groan followed, as he stirred from his hiding spot.
"No, lemme sleep .."
".. I already made breakfast. It's going to get cold .."
".. m'nna eat it later .."
"Please get up, Weiss .."
".. neeh .."
"... ..."
".. sleep with me .."
"I need to leave soo--"
".. sleeep .."
I felt him clinging onto my neck again, he always did that when he knew I was leaving for work. Leaving him a note wasn't good enough, I suppose. Or maybe it had to do with him just being clingy, of all the personalities I've seen, I would have never guessed he would get so attached to anyone like me. Not a single time it crossed my mind until I allowed him to do whatever he pleased when he first came over. We didn't talk about much, it was more or less awkward silence and his inconsistent munching sounds. He was eating cookies that I had received form someone. Most likely an undying fan of mine .. never really cared for fans .. they were nice, but I don't really think much of them. In fact, I wouldn't have suspected I'd obtain such status as to have a fan club. It was .. odd to say the least. Every now and then it had it's up-sides, but in the end it was downright strange.
Weiss had made himself comfortable again, his face hidden beneath strands of silver and my chest. I looked down from my position on the bed. his hair was in my face, it was so .. fluffy .. and big. It reminded me of a Collie, like Lassie. Bog long poofy Collie hair, except for the obvious fact that it didn't stand up as high and wasn't groomed as well as a largely populated 30's show dog .. let's face it .. Weiss wasn't much of a dog either. Weiss had again, made more clinging motions towards my lower back. I frowned of course. I didn't want to eave him here, he hated it by himself in the lonely apartment. I was thinking of buying a puppy for him to play with while I was out .. but I'd fear for the pup's well-being .. and by pup, I mean, the actual puppy. Weiss might not be the greatest of companions when it comes to furry friends, I'd be worrying myself sick for the poor little thing.
I shook my head, the fur-- I mean, hair. It was starting to itch. ".. is your hair always like this ..?" I felt the need to ask him, petting it down wasn't going to do anything for me. All I could do was pull him up to eye level, which I happily did so. When I was expecting a full answer, all I received was a groan from the other end. Of course he wasn't going to answer, he was asleep. ".. like always .." I said in a hushed whisper ( it was hardly audible, I could barely hear it myself ), trying not to wake him up. I knew he wasn't going to open his eyes to my voice, a heard of Chocobos couldn't wake him up. I chuckled a little before holding him closer to me. When I first tried my hand at this .. he was very prickly at first, I'll admit ... and again, very abrasive. Ergo, he wasn't keen on letting me even touch him at all. Very much how I was before I had met him. Don't get me wrong, I was like that with everyone else besides Weiss ...he was .. how would you say .. special?
I don't know .. I'm not very well with words .. it's hard to describe what he is to tell the truth. Not even I know the extent of his behavior. I only know so much about him. What makes him angry .. almost anything does, and yes I do tend to make him angry most of the time. I like to do that 'never mind', and 'forget it' act. I'm quite shy around him, he doesn't understand and .. sometimes can get a bit cruel. Bad mouthing, demanding, sometimes he'll even whack at me when he's stirred up enough. That's hardly ever, I always crack in the end or he'll give up or change the subject. I've also learned he's extremely impatient and lazy. Laziness I can handle, and all kinds of impatience I can too. People say I was born with the patience of a saint. Others say I have limitless patience, but it does wear thin sometimes, I have to say. It might, however, not be as backfiring as you think. I just get agitated ..
Silver-haired locks blew again, in my face as the Tsviet stirred. ".. so cute .." I muttered iver his loud snoring. Always so cute when he slept, I would watch him for hours before I went to bed. Sometimes, I'd even give him a few small kisses befoe went to sleep myself. I can't resist him, there's just something there that draws me to him .. I still haven't figure it out yet, but I'm trying. It might not always look like it, but I really do try. His snoring reminds me of the second time we met .. I was making breakfast again, like I normally do as a daily routine now. Except he actually got up when I asked him to. He was snoring in bed, and whacked me in the face when he got up. Did I mention it was with his foot ..? I fell back onto the floor. I didn't even see it coming, it just ... hit me. I laughed .. wasn't sure if he was laughing with me, but I sat there laughing. I still don't know why I did to this day. I don't think he does either.
Again, he cuddles closer to me .. he was asleep, wasn't he? Maybe he was toying with me again. Or maybe he wasn't asleep, secretly waiting to pull me into sleep again .. and if he was already doing it .. then it was working. ".. fine .. you win this time .. I'll stay .." I voiced out to him, feeling him scoot closer to me once more. I heard him sigh and saw him crack a tired smile, eyes still closed and all. ".. good .. I hate it when you leave .." So he was awake. I smiled back at him, just as tiredly. ".. your wish was .. luckily granted." In the end, he always got me. I always thought it was my nature, but .. I'm starting to think it's something else that's driving me to follow his simple orders .. Maybe it wasn't what I thought it was. Maybe it was a love thing, long the lines of ... oh, I don't know. But I know one thing ..
'He really knows how to pull me back into his arms.
And it gets me every time.'
 niyari - cakeDEMANDS · Sat Nov 08, 2008 @ 09:16am · 1 Comments |
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