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Post by ANGEL ALESSI on Aug 23, 2013 21:27:43 GMT
Angel didn't sip his wine – he practically chugged it. No matter how expensive his dress, no matter how long he spent on his make up and hair – he'd spent even longer in South Nova. Angel was no lady, nor a gentleman. He was Nevada's rowdy counterpart, and it was a wonder Nevada wasn't too embarrassed to bring him out anymore. Not that he'd had enough wine for that, not yet. It was expensive wine, but he didn't really take time to taste it like he should have. Nevada was sitting across from him, but Angel wasn't paying him much mind. He was quiet tonight, so Angel preoccupied himself with calling the waiter for more wine, glancing around impatiently as he waited for their food, nibbling on bread.
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Post by NEVADA RAINES on Aug 26, 2013 1:23:17 GMT
[attr="class","stt"] Nevada was a man known for his sophistication and elegance, but also his eccentricity. He was a strange man no matter how much he wrapped himself up in suits and fine jewelry, surrounded himself in exquisite furniture and housed himself in an extravagant penthouse. What other man fell head over heels in love with a prostitute? Or become so enthralled by that prostitute he became blind to his every flaw? No man would be planning to ask that very prostitute out the way Nevada planned to either. Angel was attractive, but certainly not in the way Nevada was convinced he was. Sitting across from him, there was nothing remotely attractive in the way he gulped down white and scarfed down food. Yet, Nevada found it charming. He loved the way Angel nibbled the bread and sloshed the contents of his cup. And the way his hair feel around his face, the way he smiled. He loved everything that made Angel, Angel. But one thing always plagued him. What were they to each other? On some days, Nevada was convinced Angel was only using him but, one others, he swore up and down the blonde loved him though he never said it. The thing with Angel was he never said ‘I love you’ back whenever Nevada would say it. He let it slid most of the time, blinded by his own affections. But then there were days he despaired over not knowing. Nevada planned to finally solve that one little issue. It was imperative that he did. He could not take any more of his uncertainty. The man fingered the ring in his pocket, an intricate piece of jewelry composed of several golden birds frozen in the process of weaving the ring of several strands of gold and silver—a promise ring. Nevada went over the way he wanted to ask Angel over and over again, yet could never find the right way to say it. Their dinner together had ended up in an uncomfortable silence, which he intended to finally break. “ It is a lovely evening.” He began. “You look especially beautiful.”WHO IS IN YOUR HEART NOW? LAIKA OF GS! [newclass=.addr:hover]width:106px;height:66px;background-color:#C1C1C1;color: #000;margin-top:-106px;padding-top:40px;font-size:10px;opacity:1;-webkit-transition: all .7s ease-in-out;[/newclass][newclass=.addr]width:106px;height:66px;background-color:#C1C1C1;color: #000;margin-top:-106px;padding-top:40px;font-size:10px;opacity:0;-webkit-transition: all .7s ease-in-out;[/newclass]
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Post by ANGEL ALESSI on Aug 27, 2013 5:39:34 GMT
He'd never thought to put words to what he and Nevada had. It was something, but it wasn't something he needed a name for. Angel screwed around with Nevada, but Angel screwed around with just about anyone who screwed back. Though Nevada barely met that criteria, truth be told. Nevada just wanted to hold hands and spoon – he told Angel he loved him, and Angel shrugged it off. He never said it back. He could have, the words would have formed an easy lie. But it didn't matter whether he said it or not. Nevada still pampered him, Nevada still insisted he loved him. He could say it all he liked, but that didn't change the fact that his feelings were unreturned, untrusted. He swished the little drop of wine left over in his glass, glancing up at Nevada, not particularly swept off his feet by the compliment. "You always say that." He pointed out, before tilting back the glass to drain it. He wore an expensive gown, diamond earrings dangling from his ears, hair pulled up off his neck and pinned back with more glittering things. Angel might not have looked like a whore, but he was still one.
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Post by NEVADA RAINES on Aug 29, 2013 3:13:21 GMT
[attr="class","stt"] Angel had an androgynous charm, sitting on the fine line between femininity and masculinity. One might say he leaned more towards one side than the other depending on the day. At the moment, he appeared a stunning lady in a silky gown and glittering jewelry. But, no matter how Angel presented himself, he was always attractive to Nevada. He was completely in love with the blonde; nothing could erase Angel from his heart. Nevada once had tried to. He just had to work up the nerves to speak the words playing again and again in his head. Fingers closing around the velvet box, he used its solidity to ground himself against his quaking anxiety. Only two things could result from his asking; Angel could accept or reject his feelings. The delusion of their budding relationship could be proved or shattered. Nevada didn’t know how to handle it, but he decided to plunge forward. “It is my earnest opinion.” Nevada pulled the box from his pocket, keeping his hands low and out of Angel’s view. “There is a reason I have asked you out tonight.” He began. The extortionist’s voice sounded calmer than he felt, contradicting his trembling hands. “We have spent nearly a year living together and shared many intimate moments. But I do not know what we are to each other.” His clutch on the box tightened. “I have given this much thought, but I have not come to a conclusion. Angel...I have a question I must ask.”WHO IS IN YOUR HEART NOW? LAIKA OF GS! [newclass=.addr:hover]width:106px;height:66px;background-color:#C1C1C1;color: #000;margin-top:-106px;padding-top:40px;font-size:10px;opacity:1;-webkit-transition: all .7s ease-in-out;[/newclass][newclass=.addr]width:106px;height:66px;background-color:#C1C1C1;color: #000;margin-top:-106px;padding-top:40px;font-size:10px;opacity:0;-webkit-transition: all .7s ease-in-out;[/newclass]
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Post by ANGEL ALESSI on Aug 29, 2013 6:30:18 GMT
Angel just shrugged, placing his glass down and staring at the table cloth dejectedly. Out of alcohol until the waiter came back around. Nevada might have liked these fancy restaurants but the novelty had worn off somewhat for Angel. He was no gourmet. He didn't appreciate fine foods and fine wines. He didn't like to wait. Dinner dates with Nevada weren't exactly his favourite thing, either. They didn't have any common interests, they didn't have anything to talk about. The physical part always came easiest to Angel. Even cuddling on the couch, which Nevada enjoyed in all its non-sexuality, was better. No conversation was expected. But a few more glasses of wine and he'd have plenty to say. He met Nevada's gaze across the table blankly. He quirked a brow as Nevada went on. It didn't seem like it had been a year, a year since he had been kidnapped. That was how it had all begun - Angel wasn't going to forget that, even though just about everything had changed since then. But that was how it had started and that's how he kept himself from being swept up in Nevada's romanticism. What they were to each other? A question? There was only one conclusion he could come to and it made his stomach somersault. His hands, rested on his lap, clutched at the dress, but he managed to return with an even, albeit wary tone. "Okay..."
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Post by NEVADA RAINES on Aug 29, 2013 23:13:15 GMT
[attr="class","stt"] The alcohol seemed more worth Angel's attention than Nevada was. He tried not to think too much on it, yet the blonde's dejected features made it difficult. Maybe this was a mistake? Resolve wavering, Nevada fought to ask the question dangling off the tip of his tongue. But he had Angel's attention until the waiter returned with another bottle and maybe their meals. "Angel. What are we to each other?" The question left his tongue before his anxiety could stuff the words back down his throat and choke him with them. "I cannot figure it out, but I wish to know. I wish to know more than anything in this world." Now that the words had spilled from his lips, they came with more ease. He had to stop himself from rambling. WHO IS IN YOUR HEART NOW? LAIKA OF GS! [newclass=.addr:hover]width:106px;height:66px;background-color:#C1C1C1;color: #000;margin-top:-106px;padding-top:40px;font-size:10px;opacity:1;-webkit-transition: all .7s ease-in-out;[/newclass][newclass=.addr]width:106px;height:66px;background-color:#C1C1C1;color: #000;margin-top:-106px;padding-top:40px;font-size:10px;opacity:0;-webkit-transition: all .7s ease-in-out;[/newclass]
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Post by ANGEL ALESSI on Aug 31, 2013 2:07:13 GMT
He couldn't say how or when it had started happening, but he had begun to read Nevada. Sometimes, if he watched carefully he could see the hints of a smile curling his lips, or irration twisting his features in an almost imperceptible way. As he looked across the table to Nevada, he saw something in his expression, but couldn't place it. The question was more pressing anyways. It wasn't what Angel had expected - he was relieved, first and foremost, but also left uncertain. He knew that somewhere along the line he had become the object of Nevada's affection, a permanent fixture in his life, but refused to think that he could ever return the feeling. This was the part where he said something sweet and romantic that made Nevada's heart melt and a smile split his face. This was what Nevada wanted; but this, Angel knew, wasn't what happened. They weren't characters in one of Nevada's romance novels, and Angel wasn't about to pretend to be one. Nevada said he liked Angel the way he was, and fairy tales and love stories weren't what Angel was about. "That's easy." He said. "You buy me stuff. I'm your whore."
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Post by NEVADA RAINES on Aug 31, 2013 5:56:43 GMT
[attr="class","stt"] His fingers tightened around the small velvet box in his grasp as if the pressure of its solidity would be enough to calm his racing heart. The blood still roared in his ears over the throbbing of his pulse. Each seconds that ticked by waiting for an answer felt like an eternity. Nevada had tried to predict the answer long before he asked Angel out. Two answers came to mind: they were together or Angel was using him. His heart wanted the former. Nothing could prepare him from what he actually heard, even if he had considered it an option. His interpretation of Angel’s answer, anyways. The answer echoed in his ears loud enough to even silence his pounding heart, which felt as if it plunged into his stomach like a rock. “You do not return my affections?” He replied, calmer than he felt. Every delusion hope that maybe his initial assumption was wrong, that Angel really did have feelings for him, was shattered. WHO IS IN YOUR HEART NOW? LAIKA OF GS! [newclass=.addr:hover]width:106px;height:66px;background-color:#C1C1C1;color: #000;margin-top:-106px;padding-top:40px;font-size:10px;opacity:1;-webkit-transition: all .7s ease-in-out;[/newclass][newclass=.addr]width:106px;height:66px;background-color:#C1C1C1;color: #000;margin-top:-106px;padding-top:40px;font-size:10px;opacity:0;-webkit-transition: all .7s ease-in-out;[/newclass]
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Post by ANGEL ALESSI on Aug 31, 2013 20:59:57 GMT
Angel didn't understand love, nor did he try to. He couldn't possibly have understood. Nevada was rich and powerful and Angel wasn't. He couldn't possibly hurt him. Couldn't really mean a thing to him. And what did Nevada expect of Angel, who didn't believe in that kind of love, only the kind he gave in motel rooms for cash. It was funny, that Nevada could buy every part of Angel but the one he seemed to want most. He couldn't see the ring box, and he couldn't see Nevada's disappointment. He figured he would be a bit let down, but he figured it would pass. But something had settled around them, something heavy that had crept up without Angel's notice, crept up to smother him. But Angel refused to feel guilt. As he watched Nevada, he only dug his fingers into delusions of power, of thinking that maybe, what if, he had hurt Nevada? He reveled in the idea. He thought Nevada, who wore expensive suits and read long books in his fancy penthouse, deserved it. Whether it had ended for the better or not, he had forced Angel to live with him, and he couldn't honestly expect Angel to love him back after that. "Sorry." Angel said, not sounding very sorry at all.
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Post by NEVADA RAINES on Sept 2, 2013 15:48:32 GMT
[attr="class","stt"] His long awaited answer hung heavy in his chest, building up pressure as if to crush out the already pounding heart inside. What did he expect, really? Nevada should have known better than to think Angel had somehow come to love him, the man who blackmailed him. What miracle would it take to make that delusion a reality? Although he should have known, the pain was still as intense as ever. That was the consequence of letting himself be so deluded by their game of house. By some miracle, the man reigned in his emotions if only for a moment. He wouldn’t let his hurt show in front of the triumphant blonde. Angel would merely revel in his pain, as it seemed that was his only purpose for allowing Nevada to think there was anything between them. The ring box was placed on the table with a soft thump. “If that is your answer than I have wasted enough time here.” He rose from his seat, trusting Angel would be fine with his pilfered credit cards. “I trust you will make it home just fine on your own.” Not waiting for an answer, he turned his back to Angel and strode out of the lavish restaurant. The ring box and the ring of twisting gold and silver were left behind. Whether Angel took it or someone else did, it shouldn’t have matter. On some level, however, it did. He had meant it for Angel, only if Angel returned his feelings though. But Angel didn’t. Those conflicting feelings made him halt outside the restaurant. WHO IS IN YOUR HEART NOW? LAIKA OF GS! [newclass=.addr:hover]width:106px;height:66px;background-color:#C1C1C1;color: #000;margin-top:-106px;padding-top:40px;font-size:10px;opacity:1;-webkit-transition: all .7s ease-in-out;[/newclass][newclass=.addr]width:106px;height:66px;background-color:#C1C1C1;color: #000;margin-top:-106px;padding-top:40px;font-size:10px;opacity:0;-webkit-transition: all .7s ease-in-out;[/newclass]
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Post by ANGEL ALESSI on Sept 4, 2013 3:55:47 GMT
He wasn't sure what to expect of Nevada. Certainly nothing dramatic and sentimental, though there was something poignant about the velvet ring box when Nevada put it down. It contrasted against the colour of the table cloth as if had been calculated. This was the closest to upset that Angel had ever seen Nevada, though it was hardly a reaction by normal standards. He watched the ring box as if he could will it to tell him what was inside, and only looked up when Nevada pushed his chair back and stood. Angel watched him in silence as he left the restaurant. There was a lump in his throat, and he had to swallow it down before he finally reached out for the box. Inside, a ring. There were no diamonds, and he wondered if it that meant it wasn't an engagement ring. It was still a beautiful ring. He shut it back with a snap, pressing his lips together as he stared towards the restaurant door. He was terrified, but he stirred up the resentment that he always had to spare (it was all that fueled him at times like this), and he willed himself to stand up and follow Nevada's path out the restaurant. He still had the ring box in hand, but he barely noticed how tightly he gripped it as he shoved open the door, catching sight of Nevada immediately. "What is this?"
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Post by NEVADA RAINES on Sept 6, 2013 2:31:09 GMT
[attr="class","stt"] Nothing would be accomplished by continuing as planned, asking the important question over a candlelit dinner in an expensive restaurant. Angel could have dinner by himself now. He would have nothing more to do with him if he could help it…if only. The blackmailer realized the hopelessness in that thinking. There was a guilt created obligation tying him to the blonde. He couldn’t just wash his hands of his captive and try to recover from the heartbreak. Sucking in the cool night air, Nevada paused outside and, before he could continue to the car waiting in the lot, he was caught up to by Angel. He turned around to face him, keeping a blank face. Nevada took in the ring box and remained silent for a few moments longer. Then he spoke. “It is a ring. I intended to ask you to go steady with me, a mistake on my part. I apologize. You may keep it or pawn it. It is not of my concern anymore. Now, good night.” He turned away, beginning his walk to the parking lot. WHO IS IN YOUR HEART NOW? LAIKA OF GS! [newclass=.addr:hover]width:106px;height:66px;background-color:#C1C1C1;color: #000;margin-top:-106px;padding-top:40px;font-size:10px;opacity:1;-webkit-transition: all .7s ease-in-out;[/newclass][newclass=.addr]width:106px;height:66px;background-color:#C1C1C1;color: #000;margin-top:-106px;padding-top:40px;font-size:10px;opacity:0;-webkit-transition: all .7s ease-in-out;[/newclass]
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Post by ANGEL ALESSI on Sept 7, 2013 5:18:10 GMT
"Steady?" Angel repeated, as if the word was foreign. To him, it was. Plenty of people wanted to fuck him, but nobody wanted to date him. Angel wasn't the type you dated. And he certainly wasn't Nevada's type. He didn't like to read books or be romantic, he wasn't intellectual or clever and he didn't know much about anything but sex and drinking. But Nevada found him interesting, Nevada bought him things and cleaned up his messes, and Angel enjoyed it and loathed it all at once. He loved to be pampered, he hated to owe Nevada. Of course Nevada never asked for anything, but Angel was sure that there was something that he wanted. He couldn't go on loving and loving and giving and giving and never expect anything in return. People didn't work that way. Whether they admitted it or not, they wanted something back. Was this it for Nevada? He sighed, watching Nevada walk away. Angel could hear his own heart pounding, butterflies beating against his ribs, dropping to his stomach where they struggled and flapped and stuck and made him glad he hadn't had a chance to eat. "Wait," Angel gripped the ring box tighter, went after Nevada to catch him by his sleeve. His eyes were wide, and there was something earnest in his gaze, something that demanded an answer. "Why do you like me?"
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Post by NEVADA RAINES on Sept 11, 2013 0:22:29 GMT
[attr="class","stt"] A pain grew in his chest, threatening to choke the air from his lungs and smother his beating heart. Was it possible for a broken heart to physically hurt? It certainly felt that way. He beginning to think the pieces of his shattered heart were stabbing him from the inside out and would sooner or later tear him apart. The pain was so intense and so unlike anything he ever felt. Nevada didn't know how to cope with it. He could think only of getting far away from Angel, away from the source of his pain. But the last time he tried to forget Angel ended in failure. Nevada had resigned himself to taking care of Angel out of guilt for blackmailing him. The cycle only began again as a result. Somehow, it was worse this time. Could he take any more rejection? When would it sink on? Angel would never love him. Even if he acted like he liked him, Angel never said those three special words back. Those coveted words never left his lips. Would they ever? He was beginning to believe they wouldn't. Of course, he knew that already. Nevada just kept conveniently forgetting that in favor of the delusion of love. Each time he tried to satisfy his worried mind, to make the delusion true by worming that "I love you" from Angel, it was shattered. Twice now. Two times. Did he need a third to finally get it through to his head? He hoped not. A third rejection would be too much. Nevada swallowed his pain. He steeled himself until he was alone yet Angel was sure to keep that from happening sooner. "Why does it matter?" He asked, waiting as he was asked. "It would not change your answer. You will not love me. No matter why or how much I love you, it will not change anything." WHO IS IN YOUR HEART NOW? LAIKA OF GS! [newclass=.addr:hover]width:106px;height:66px;background-color:#C1C1C1;color: #000;margin-top:-106px;padding-top:40px;font-size:10px;opacity:1;-webkit-transition: all .7s ease-in-out;[/newclass][newclass=.addr]width:106px;height:66px;background-color:#C1C1C1;color: #000;margin-top:-106px;padding-top:40px;font-size:10px;opacity:0;-webkit-transition: all .7s ease-in-out;[/newclass]
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Post by ANGEL ALESSI on Sept 14, 2013 23:56:42 GMT
He had no way of knowing how much of an effect he had on Nevada. He was supposed to be the smart one, he was supposed to know something as simple as this - Angel wasn't going to love him back. Angel's wasn't his boyfriend, he wasn't anyone's boyfriend. Angel was a hooker, and that was all he would ever be, even when he didn't fuck around for money, no matter how cozy he sat up in Nevada's penthouse. Angel shrugged. Nevada was right, he did know. "So why all of this?" He motioned wildly, the restaurant, the dinner date, the ring. He looked like he might toss it onto the ground and flatten the box with a stiletto, but he didn't. He kept it clutched in a hand, too precious to let go. He had obviously been trying to change something tonight.
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