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Post by HAVEN LOVELL on Apr 10, 2014 5:35:35 GMT
Haven found himself growing irritated by his friend’s behavior. Why couldn’t Kristoffer accept that the blunette was just not interested in anything more than friendship? He had long since concluded that he wasn’t really attracted to men. No matter how feminine Kris was, he was a man. He wasn’t even sure if he’d be attracted to his friend if he were a woman. Kris insisted, pleading with tears gleaming in his glassy eyes. His mind wouldn’t be changed. He just wanted to say whatever would appease him so he could get back to the party. “One kiss. Then you’ll have to let me go back to the party.” He asserted. “And there won’t be another word of this. You’ll have to respect my feelings.”KRISTOFFER KROWE |
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Post by KRISTOFFER KROWE on Apr 10, 2014 6:06:35 GMT
Kris swallowed thickly with a nod, then got to his feet and rushed off to find a resource for new, fresh drinks. He'd promised. Soon after he returned with a cup in his hand, cool alcohol within and he put it on the table near the couch before sitting next to Haven again. His heart was beating fast at finally getting to kiss his best friend, his crush, his one-sided lover.
With a gentle hand he reached up and caressed the side of Haven's face, locking eyes with him before he slowly leaned forward for the kiss. Suddenly, he felt so incredibly shy, his face bright red as his lips grew closer to Haven's. He paused for a moment and he could feel the warmth of Haven's mouth already near, causing his heart to beat faster. His hand rested on the other male's shoulder, clinging a bit tightly to his shirt as he sat there for a moment. Though, eventually he regained the nerve and pressed his lips to Haven's softly.
His lips were warm and soft, absolutely perfect in every way, exactly how he'd imagined them to be. Already addicted, he opened his mouth just a little to deepen the kiss past a soft peck and slowly snaked his arms around Haven's neck for an embrace as they kissed.
Though his heart soared, it ached at the same time knowing that Haven never wanted to do it again, kiss him like he was. Why couldn't he just like him back?
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Post by HAVEN LOVELL on Apr 28, 2014 2:01:23 GMT
The last thing Haven wanted was to kiss his friend, furthering his misguided feelings. Kris wasn’t going to let this go though so he gave in. That hasty decision would likely turn out to be something he regretted. Haven wasn’t thinking about the potential consequences. He just wanted to get back to the party, to get back to the fun. His albino companion’s reaction when he returned should have made him reconsider. Once their lips touched, it was too late for second thoughts. The kiss deepened, arms coiling around his neck and a flat chest pressing up against his own. Pushing Kris away now just seemed cruel. He let him get as much out of the kiss as he wanted, offering no resistance but not returning the kiss either. No feelings stirred up inside him, urging him to push back and return the passion. KRISTOFFER KROWE |
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Post by KRISTOFFER KROWE on Apr 28, 2014 2:19:23 GMT
It made him fluster, but from embarrassment and frustration instead of a passion he was wanting to happen. It wasn't fair; this wasn't what he agreed to.
This wasn't a kiss.
He pulled back to speak, "Haven, why aren't you kissing me back?" Confusion hinted in his voice as he spoke, still holding onto his friend, not willing to let go until he had a more proper kiss. At least, he didn't want to. "This isn't a kiss..."
It was Kristoffer pushing his lips against still ones, licking at a closed mouth. It wasn't a kiss. He could feel his chin quiver, his heart breaking as he sat there and looked at his friend, red eyes getting redder. "You promised..."
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Post by HAVEN LOVELL on Apr 28, 2014 14:24:06 GMT
It was strange to Haven how quiet it had become since Kris has spirited him away to the secluded room. In the space, there shared presence seemed all there was in the house. What happened to the party that had been roaring outside? Had it gone away with his buzz? He wanted to go out and see, with a new drink in hand. But he was kept where he was by red rimmed eyes, a deeper shade of the same color. They stared at him wide, unflinching. Kris, his once cherished friend, looked so undone by the simply fact that Haven hadn't kissed back. It shouldn't have been such a big deal but it was. "You can't force someone to fall in love Kris. Love doesn't work that way. Wouldn't you rather I came to love you on my own?"KRISTOFFER KROWE |
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Post by KRISTOFFER KROWE on Apr 29, 2014 5:05:45 GMT
Kris was hurt and hearing Haven talk to him like that was cruel. Tears started to fall down along his cheeks as he pulled back to cover his face with his hands, still practically sitting in Haven's lap all the while. "When did you get so cold?" He sobbed into his palms, breaths hitching just a bit. "You promised, Haven!"
He looked up at his friend, moving his hands so that he could see his face, his fingers gripping tightly into small fists as he moved them to his lap. He frowned at him, glaring almost as he looked up at Haven. "Would you even fall in love with me? You can't even kiss me."
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Post by HAVEN LOVELL on May 16, 2014 1:54:29 GMT
The waves of guilt being shoved down his throat were unbearable. Haven had just wanted to enjoy his night with a drink in hand. Being guilt tripped into kissing his supposed best friend was not part of his plans. Pinned to the couch by the sobbing albino, he couldn’t even leave if he wanted to. He was stuck. “Kris. Enough.Call me cold all you want, but I'm done with this conversation.”He bunched the hair of his bangs in between his fingers and pulled his fingers through. Patience waning, Haven had to exhale a breath to keep himself calm as he met the glaring gaze. “You can’t respect my feelings. I gave you a kiss. But it’s not what you want. I’m sorry I can’t give that to you.”KRISTOFFER KROWE |
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Post by KRISTOFFER KROWE on May 16, 2014 3:09:19 GMT
Kris slowly dropped his hands again, his eyes swollen and red-rimmed. Tears gathered at their edges as he looked up at the bluelette, mouth barely open as he hyperventilated, slowly trying to calm himself down. "Y-you... did---n't," he replied. His breathing got faster and he got up off the couch. "You DIDN'T!"
And with that, he turned and ran out of the room. He stumbled at the doorway, squeezing past a few people and made his way out of the party, running as far as his legs could carry him. Haven never kissed him. He sat there while Kris mouthed against his lips--that's what he did! "That's not a kiss!"
He stopped midway down the sidewalk and crouched down to his feet, hiding his face in his knees as he sobbed into his arms. That stinging in his chest, that rejection...It was the worst feeling he'd ever felt in his entire life. Even more than when he would accidentally burn himself during rehearsals. It hurt so bad, mainly by the way Haven looked and spoke.
So disinterested.
It was hours before he spoke to anyone and he stayed locked away in his trailer, curled up in his blankets in bed until the next day when he was forced out to at least meet face-to-face with daylight. He didn't want to, but he had to. A hoodie and sweatpants. That's what he wore and he stepped out and towards the main tent for lunch, seeing how he missed breakfast.
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Post by HAVEN LOVELL on Jun 6, 2014 3:52:56 GMT
Haven hated to see his friend so distraught. The puffy redness around his eyes, the tears, the hitching breath—it all sent jolts of searing pain through his heart. But how could he be expected to fill a delusion? Kris insisted on guilt tripping him. In the end, it would be more painful if he gave into him, or that was at least what he told himself. The blunette has tried to return to the party as if nothing had happened. He ended up drinking more to forget than to loosen himself up as normally would. By the time he stumbled back to his dorm at the circus, he was plastered. How he had even managed to make it back was well beyond him when he woke up the next morning. The hangover that hit him when he opened his eyes was merely icing on the cake. Unsteady on his feet, he made for the main tent for whatever meal it was. A quick peak at his watch told him it was noon and he would be making it for lunch. He had completely missed breakfast. There would probably be no coffee left, which he was in dire need for. Haven would just have to hope for the best. And luckily, lady luck was smiling on him today. He found enough coffee left for a single cup. With cup in hand, he lowered himself to a table and drank. KRISTOFFER KROWE |
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Post by KRISTOFFER KROWE on Jun 6, 2014 5:35:45 GMT
He made his way in for lunch, hands resting in the little pouch pockets a the front of his hoodie, the hood pulled up over his head. Kris dragged himself through, getting a cup of water and a bag of chips. Perhaps he'd eat a sandwich, or a least pretend like it. It wasn't as though he really was all that hungry to be completely honest. Did he have to eat?
As he sat down at the table, he didn't realize that Haven was right there. Great. Exactly what he needed. "Hey, Haven," he greeted, too prideful to allow his friend to bring him down so low that he couldn't talk to him the next day. No, he would't let that happen. "How was the party?"
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Post by HAVEN LOVELL on Jun 20, 2014 14:40:34 GMT
The warm dark liquid sloshing in a styrofoam cup was all the blunette needed. His hangover effectively chased off his appitite. Food would be the last thing on his mind until the skull-crushing headache receded. There would be leftovers for him to pick at later. He hoped so anyways. The sickeningly sweet beverage help protectively between his palms has his full attention until a voice broke the silence. He let his eyes trail up, finding Kris sitting across from him. A groan threatened to slip past his lips. With some effort, he suppressed it and kept his face neutral. "Morning Kris." He managed a friendly tone. "It was fun." KRISTOFFER KROWE |
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Post by KRISTOFFER KROWE on Jun 20, 2014 23:50:15 GMT
Well wasn't that peachy? "That's good," he replied gave a little nod. "Finally got to do what you wanted when I left?" There was a hint of sass in there that Kistoffer couldn't seem to shake, but really he didn't feel all that bad about it. It was true, right?
Kris never did really look at Haven the whole time, too hurt to even see a single strand of blue hair. He could barely put up with the sound of him drinking and blowing on his coffee. Perhaps after he ate lunch he would go back to his bed and sleep for a few more hours. He was still tired for some reason and he was still heartbroken, too. It fired him up just to think about how cold Haven had been to him the night before. Really, it was incredibly rude... Harsh. Unnecessary. Even from the beginning he was an ass about it. If only he'd been a little more tactful. Was that so hard to be? It wasn't really the fact he was turned down that bothered Kris. It was the method of which he was told no, then treated beyond that.
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Post by HAVEN LOVELL on Jul 2, 2014 4:23:01 GMT
He hated that Kris couldn't accept friendship between them, choosing to demand more and more out of him. Kris wouldn't be happy with anything less than binding Haven in a one-sided rationship. Haven's feelings didn't even matter. Even now, the hint of bitterness in his voice made that clear enough. At that point, he couldn't hold back a sigh. "You aren't being fair." Haven muttered. "You were supposed to be my best friend. I didn't realize how wrong I was." Sipping his coffee, Haven stood up. "See you later Kris." He made his way out of the tent. KRISTOFFER KROWE |
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Post by KRISTOFFER KROWE on Jul 2, 2014 7:23:57 GMT
No...
The way Haven said it sounded so finite... As if past that point, they weren't even friends anymore. That stabbed Kris' wounds even more and his eyes swelled up with tears again, though this time more in a panic. His eyes went wide and he quickly stood up, his chair almost falling backwards behind him.
"Haven wait!" He shouted, palms flat against the table as he watched Haven's back at the entrance of the tent. Before he knew it he was dashing after him, taking a hold of the bottom of his shirt and clinging to it.
Kris was trembling, tears rolling down his face, eyes and cheeks rosy from the night before, from the tears right then, the panic in his chest. "Please stop stabbing me like this... It hurts so much!" A soft hiccup. "You're my best friend--Th-the only friend I've got! Why're acting so cold to me, Haven?"
The albino's voice was shaky and soft as he spoke, looking down at the floor and watching his tears hit the tops of his shoes. He was scared and he didn't know what to do. Kris dropped to his knees and sobbed, one hand on his face, the other hand still clinging to the bottom of Haven's shirt. All he wanted the night before was a proper kiss. He couldn't help that he loved his friend so much. "I'm sorry!" He really couldn't help his feelings.
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