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Post by ANGEL ALESSI on Dec 31, 2013 22:00:14 GMT
He used to hate the way Nevada kissed him. Never hard enough. Nevada kissed him like he was something breakable that he had to take care with. Nevada kissed him with the restraint of someone in a dream he was afraid to wake up from. Now he missed the stupid gentle-kisses and his stupid gentle hands and his stupid face reading his stupid books. Now he was stupid drunk. Angel was sprawled in their bed, the room lit up warm yellow by a bedside lamp and Angel's face lit up ghostly blue by his phone's backlight. Nevada was off on some plane halfway across the world now, and when he landed he'd have a voicemail filled with Angel's drunken ramblings. It was full, but Angel was still trying to call. To ammend the last message he'd left. Heeeeey Nev, you motherfuuuuuuucking little fuck. Can you come back? I'm like... out of booze. Bring booze. On the way back like... there was this movie? On TV? You would have loved it you dumb bastard, they kept saying shit about their hearts and souls and destiny and fuck and they made out a lot. Are you making out with anybody right now? Because I could go for making out right now. I miss your stupid stupid face. And your dick. Hey, you still there? Miss youuuu, love youuuu, call meeeeeeeee, Nev.He kicked at the bedsheets, irritably, the dial tone like a lullaby and the alcohol like a sleeping draught. GARDEN @ GANGNAM STYLE
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Post by NEVADA RAINES on Jan 1, 2014 4:44:39 GMT
[attr="class","tnsns"]WE'LL BE LOVERS The plane touched down about an hour ago. Nevada had spent that hour getting reacquainted with solid ground and searching for his bags. His phone hadn’t yet been turned back on in all that time. When he finally did switch the device on, it was flooded with missed calls and notifications of voicemails. He meticulously listened to each voicemail before even checking who the missed calls were from. Every one of them was from Angel. His face flushed at the last one. Miss youuuu, love youuuu, call meeeeeeeee, Nev. Was he hearing that right? He replayed the message again and again, still unconvinced. Nevada listened to the message the entire way to the penthouse and throughout the ride up to the penthouse. He was listening to it still when he stepped through the front door and set down his bags. “Angel. I have come home.” He called out, clicking the key to hear the message one more time. LAIKA OF GS! [newclass=.tnsns]width:320px;font-family:times new roman;text-transform:lowercase;font-size:45px;font-style:italic;letter-spacing:-2px; color: #EAEAEA; text-shadow: 1px 1px 0px #383838; position:relative; s-index:2; margin-top:-52px;[/newclass]
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Post by ANGEL ALESSI on Jan 2, 2014 2:06:06 GMT
The bed was in a state of disarray, half unmade, sheets kicked aside, scattered with pillows and Angel curled up in the middle. He drifted in a half-dreaming state, until he heard the door opening. For a minute he wondered if it was real or a dream, and then Nevada's voice cut through. In the background, he heard his own mumbling, tinny from the speaker of Nevada's phone. In response, he just offered a particularly loud, wordless, groan – Nevada could come to him. He pushed himself up onto his elbows, running a hand through his hair. He was disheveled, not made up and only partially dressed; but Nevada had seen him worse. GARDEN @ GANGNAM STYLE
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Post by NEVADA RAINES on Jan 4, 2014 3:31:04 GMT
[attr="class","tnsns"]WE'LL BE LOVERS No matter how many times he replayed the message, it seemed too good to be true. Angel’s voice saying the words he was dying to hear was too impossible. He must have misheard it. So he played the messaged again, faintly aware of the groaned response he earned from the bedroom. His feet carried him there, but he wasn’t paying attention. There he stood with the phone held by his head and Angel’s tinny voice echoing from the speaker. Miss youuuu, love youuuu, call meeeeeeeee, Nev. He finally looked up at the disheveled blonde. “Did I wake you?” Nevada pulled the phone away from his ear as the automated operator went on about his options. He hit save. Even if it was somehow fake, he wanted to preserve those words in case he never heard them again. The penthouse was surprisingly cleaner than he expected. His bed was a mess, but that was to be expected. “Would you like some breakfast?” He would probably need a coffee too if he was hung-over. LAIKA OF GS! [newclass=.tnsns]width:320px;font-family:times new roman;text-transform:lowercase;font-size:45px;font-style:italic;letter-spacing:-2px; color: #EAEAEA; text-shadow: 1px 1px 0px #383838; position:relative; s-index:2; margin-top:-52px;[/newclass]
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Post by ANGEL ALESSI on Jan 4, 2014 22:29:42 GMT
Angel could tell Nevada was coming because he heard the voice mail, barely recognizing his own voice, barely remembering the message he'd left. By the time Nevada was in the doorway, the voicemail had ended, and Angel heard his own parting words, sounding foreign and unreal from Nevada's phone. He sat up against the headboard, disgruntled, trying to ignore the heat the rose to his cheeks, refusing to acknowledge the message. He glowered at the phone a moment before looking back up at Nevada with a yawn. He nodded - not particularly hungry, but he'd missed Nevada's cooking. As always, he went back to frozen pizza and canned goods and forgetting to eat half the time when left to his own devices. "How was your trip?" GARDEN @ GANGNAM STYLE
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Post by NEVADA RAINES on Jan 8, 2014 5:37:09 GMT
[attr="class","tnsns"]WE'LL BE LOVERS Now that he had finally willed himself to stop playing the message over and over again, he had a nagging urge to play it again. He wanted to hear Angel’s voice saying ‘ love you’ again. The thought of those words made his stomach flutter. He glanced sidelong at the blonde in a way that made it hard to discern whether he was looking at the phone or Angel. Would a day come when he heard them from Angel’s own lips rather than a recorded message? He didn’t want to get his hopes up. “It was fine. I missed you terribly.” He admitted. “Hearing your voice was not nearly enough for me.” He wanted to take the blonde with him, yet there was no way he could. The blonde would need a passport. Angel Alessi wasn’t even his real name so he was certain there was no way to get him a passport unless it was forged. And his real identity, Noah Parsons, was a wanted arsonist runaway. “Angel? Did you miss me?”LAIKA OF GS! [newclass=.tnsns]width:320px;font-family:times new roman;text-transform:lowercase;font-size:45px;font-style:italic;letter-spacing:-2px; color: #EAEAEA; text-shadow: 1px 1px 0px #383838; position:relative; s-index:2; margin-top:-52px;[/newclass]
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Post by ANGEL ALESSI on Jan 9, 2014 16:33:47 GMT
Angel had wished Nevada would take him along, Angel had wanted to travel too. Nevada had been all over the world, settled down in a whole other country, while Angel had been on this stupid island his entire life. Though, it wasn't like Angel needed Nevada - he could manage just fine on his own, and running away was the furthest thing from his mind these days. He had just gone a while without the personal servant that Nevada had become. Nevada's answer was just what he'd expect to hear - sentimental and love-struck and silly. Sometimes Angel couldn't believe this guy was real and he was living with him. Angel averted his eyes and shrugged, pretending to look like he was giving the question a great deal of thought. "Well," he met Nevada's eyes with a coy grin tugging at his lips. "I did miss one thing." His gaze drifted from Nevada's face, very apparently. GARDEN @ GANGNAM STYLE
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Post by NEVADA RAINES on Jan 11, 2014 5:17:03 GMT
[attr="class","tnsns"]WE'LL BE LOVERS Nevada wasn’t expecting anything remotely close to what he heard through the speakers of his phone. He hoped he might nonetheless. Just to hear Angel say anything remotely sentimental and heartfelt would nice for a change. The reply he did get, however, was exactly what he was expecting. Nevada almost rolled his eyes as he set his bags down and turned his back to Angel. “I will be preparing breakfast. Would you like coffee for your hangover?”He didn’t need an answer. The man knew Angel well enough to know that he’d answer yes and that he liked his coffee black. And Nevada knew that, despite how long he had been away, Angel wouldn’t be spending the day with Nevada. The moment his hangover was subdued, he would go out to drink and party until he couldn’t walk. “How much did you drink last night? You left many messages on my voicemail. You said something really uncharacteristic in one.”LAIKA OF GS! [newclass=.tnsns]width:320px;font-family:times new roman;text-transform:lowercase;font-size:45px;font-style:italic;letter-spacing:-2px; color: #EAEAEA; text-shadow: 1px 1px 0px #383838; position:relative; s-index:2; margin-top:-52px;[/newclass]
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Post by ANGEL ALESSI on Jan 14, 2014 4:29:14 GMT
This was probably the longest he'd been apart from Nevada, at least while they were still on good terms. Nothing much had changed, at least nothing that Angel would admit. He chalked off his irritability at the fact that there was nobody around to wait on him hand and foot, that it had nothing to do with Nevada himself.
Their reunion was anticlimactic. Angel hadn't leapt into Nevada's arms or waited by the door to see him as soon as possible. He was back now and they could resume the unconventional routine they'd fallen into.
He stretched his arms over his head, arching his back and trying to pull himself out of his groggy drunken state. "Mmm-hmmmmmm." A cup of strong black coffee and hot breakfast sounded perfect right about now.
Angel tilted his head at the question, eyes narrowing a bit as he tried to think of what Nevada could have meant. He had heard the message that Nevada had been playing back just now, and he hoped that wasn't what he meant. He shrugged. "I was pretty drunk. Prolly didn't meant it." He tried to sound nonchalant about it, like it wasn't a big deal. Like he wasn't beating himself up over having said those stupid words in the first place.
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Post by NEVADA RAINES on Jan 15, 2014 5:20:23 GMT
[attr="class","tnsns"]WE'LL BE LOVERS He was disappointed at how dismissive Angel was about the messages, chalking them up to drunkenness. Nevada shouldn’t have been surprised by it though. It was something he expected the blonde to do. However, he had hoped for more of a reaction than that. Even if it didn’t make sense, he was hoping it would get a rise out of him. The man didn’t really know why. Maybe it meant that Angel was embarrassed that he said and meant words he denied Nevada for so long. “I see.” Nevada hid his disappointment well beneath his usual even intonation. His averted gave helped a lot too. “I will prepare your coffee and breakfast.” He supposed even if Angel played them off as meaningless drunken prattling the messages themselves had the same effect. Hearing Angel say ‘I love you’ raised his spirits all the same. It gave him hope that Angel could maybe come to really love him one day. Perhaps it wasn't as hopeless as he was made to believe. "I will cherish that voice-mail."LAIKA OF GS! [newclass=.tnsns]width:320px;font-family:times new roman;text-transform:lowercase;font-size:45px;font-style:italic;letter-spacing:-2px; color: #EAEAEA; text-shadow: 1px 1px 0px #383838; position:relative; s-index:2; margin-top:-52px;[/newclass]
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Post by ANGEL ALESSI on Jan 15, 2014 15:26:19 GMT
Nevada didn't seem particularly devastated – he might as well have expected it, because Angel was always saying things he didn't mean. Angel didn't choose his words carefully. His fingers drummed on the bedsheets in the pause before Nevada announced he was going to go make breakfast. He was just about ready to flop back into bed and wait for Nev to call him when it was finished – or maybe bring it up to him, when he made another addition.
"Don't." Angel whined, suddenly scrambling from the bed. The thought of Nevada never forgetting – and never letting him forget his words was horrifying. "That's weird." He made a grab for the phone.
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Post by NEVADA RAINES on Jan 16, 2014 2:28:08 GMT
[attr="class","tnsns"]WE'LL BE LOVERS Sometimes he wondered if Angel intentionally tried to hurt him. It seemed too farfetched however. Angel didn’t seem the type. He was undeniably an opportunistic individual. But that hardly made him malicious. Maybe Nevada just didn’t want to see that in Angel too. The blond did hold ill feelings towards him for the circumstances they were brought together. He was thinking too much into this. He shook it off and made his way into the kitchen. Too his surprise, Angel rushed at him with intent to claim his phone. Nevada managed to sidestep Angel. “ It may be weird. However, the message hold a special meaning for me whether you meant those words or not. Now go sit down and wait for your breakfast.”LAIKA OF GS! [newclass=.tnsns]width:320px;font-family:times new roman;text-transform:lowercase;font-size:45px;font-style:italic;letter-spacing:-2px; color: #EAEAEA; text-shadow: 1px 1px 0px #383838; position:relative; s-index:2; margin-top:-52px;[/newclass]
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Post by ANGEL ALESSI on Jan 16, 2014 3:34:40 GMT
"I take it back!" He was a little drowsy and unsteady on his feet as he stumbled over to Nevada, rubbing at his eye and pouting when Nevada dodged him easily.
Naturally, he wasn't going to listen to Nevada, but he could try to soften him up, catch him off guard. Angel stepped over and wrapped his arms around him, hanging off Nevada, nuzzling into the crook of his neck with a sleepy moan.
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Post by NEVADA RAINES on Jan 16, 2014 3:40:25 GMT
[attr="class","tnsns"]WE'LL BE LOVERS “You cannot take them back.” Nevada frowned. He didn’t really get why Angel was so against him saving the message but it wasn’t important. The man had breakfast to make. While Angel was distracted with food, he planned to listen to the message again. Of course, Angel had other plans as always. He managed to latch on to him. “Angel, stop it.” But he couldn’t exactly push Angel off of him so he couldn’t do much besides let him nuzzle sleepily into the curve of his neck. “What are you doing? Please go sit down.”LAIKA OF GS! [newclass=.tnsns]width:320px;font-family:times new roman;text-transform:lowercase;font-size:45px;font-style:italic;letter-spacing:-2px; color: #EAEAEA; text-shadow: 1px 1px 0px #383838; position:relative; s-index:2; margin-top:-52px;[/newclass] [/div]
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Post by ANGEL ALESSI on Jan 16, 2014 21:36:12 GMT
He burrowed his face into the crook of Nevada's neck, feeling his hair tickling the side of his face. Nevada's skin was warm and soft, and Angel breathed in the smell - not of cologne or shampoo of creams - but the faint and sweet scent he'd come to associate with Nevada.
He ignored Nevada's protests, pressing his lips to his collarbone, kissing him gently. "I thought you missed me." He murmured.
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