Post by Lanor Leroye on Jun 30, 2009 15:18:20 GMT 10
Lighting was stroking all around lighting up the sky with vibrant colours. The sun was trying to peak through the clouds as it set and in the distance even the lakes in the distance looked like an ocean.
It was beautifully devastating. Jurrell held an almost glowing blue rose using his magic to let it fight the eliments. Rain brushing off it and shreading wind only ruffling the beautiful blue petals.
He felt like this rose.. and so he needed to protect it. In a world of beautiful disaster. This rose was going to stay.
^ By Jurrell.
Danny marvelled at the sky, the newfound beauty, seeing things through these different eyes. Everything seemed clearer now.
Raindrops like beads of purest glass. Not even their chill could reach him, dull his wonder. His unusally bright eyes glowed with every flash of lightening. Without him realising, Danny was smiling, even laughing a little.
The slightest sound, out of place, grabbed his attention. Seeing the other figure, Danny smiled, not knowing if they could see him.
^ By Frank.
Jurrell's sensative ears pricked. He sharply lifted his head and looked through the rain. A smiling face through the torment of mother nature. He saw lots of people smiling lately. He was greatful. He'd prefer to envy then pitty any day. The boys eyes where lit up. They glowed beautifully with every stroke of light that fell fom the heavens. He felt his emerald eyes stare. Yet another rose among the torture.
He held up the rose to his nose and breathed in the intoxicating scent. That smell always made him seem more.. human.
^ By Jurrell
Danny breathed deeply, taking in the scent of the rain. The unnecessary breath was comforting. He looked at the pure white of the bare skin on his arms, loving the way that the glow of the sky made it seem to glow.
Turning his eyes back to the other boys, Danny caught his stare. His smile brightened. Slowly, casually, Danny began to walk towards him, flecks of rain hitting his face as he walked, leaving glittering trails of damp on his skin.
A sweet smell reached his nostrils, mixed in with the scent of rain, it was beautiful. HE closed his eyes and stood next to the other boy, silent.
^ By Frank.
Jurrell looked to the other boy and felt the cold off his skin. He watched as the unatural cold of the boys skin slightly chilled his rose. It looked even more beautiful with the small icy droplets waying down half of the rose.
"too what do I owe the pleasure of such.. indulging company" Jurrell asked a hint of fighting sunlight in his voice. His green eyes peering up into the others black ones. The rain missing them creating a dripping but tearless face illuminated everynow and then by the devastation above them.
^ By Jurrell.
Danny's forest-green eyes flickered open suddenly at the sound of the others voice. He smiled even as he replied.
'Well, it is a beautiful night. And it is hard to find one who is not put off by the chill and the rain.'
He stared up at the sky, his eyes wide, taking it in. 'And I thought that I might enjoy your company, you sharing my enjoyment of such a beautiful night.'
He paused, letting the sound of thunder and rain wash over them for a moment, then
'I am Frank'
^ By Frank.
Jurrell looked back to his rose. The boys face impressed into his veiw as it melded with the dark blue petals and thorny green. "A beautiful devastation.. to ponder the face of death.. does it relinquish thy hopes.. or put ease at the coming of rest" He said watching the rain wash over the boys flawless face.
Frank.. It just didn't seem to suit him. He was too.. magnificent.. As if the name would have to be remembered and honoured. "Jurrell.." He said simply his name not meaning much to him.
^ By Jurrell.
Danny sighed as he let Jurrells words wash over him.
'Lovely' He muttered in his soft, melodic voice.
After silence fell, Danny began to hum, a slow, almost mournful tune, as the urge overtook him to do so. The soft, weaving tone of his voice wound in with the rain, creating an odd sort of harmony.
^ By Frank.
The rain began to sing to Jurrell. The boys humming causing him to close his eyes. The tune was harmonic and words came to his mouth.. Something he had heard long ago. He closed his eyes and lowered his voice to a low humm. "Now I've heard there was a secret chord.. That David played, and it pleased the Lord.. But you don't really care for music, do you?.. It goes like this.. The fourth, the fifth.. The minor fall, the major lift... The baffled king composing Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Halleluu-u-u-uuuujah"
Jurrell had always had a good voice. He never had much reason to sing anymore though. He listened to the boys humming and continued slowly the torrents of rain and lightning seeming to change to match there harmony. It rully was a beautiful night.
^ By Jurrell.
Danny's eyes flutttered closed, a smile on his lips as he lent his own voice to the melody.
'Your faith was strong, but you needed proof
You saw her bathing on the roof,
Her beauty and the moonlight overthrew you
She tied you to a kitchen chair,
She broke your throne and she cut your hair
And from your lips she drew the Hallelujah'
It was a song that he remembered from when he was young. It was one of those hazy, half-forgotten memories, from sometime before his parents had died. The night seemed to sing with them, their voices intertwined with the sound of the falling rain.
^ By Frank.
Jurrell smiled as the boy joined him in the song. His voice so melodic. So musical. As if the world would hault just to hear it. His thoughts continued as his lips continued blindly to the tune.
"Baby I have been here before
I know this room, I've walked this floor
I used to live alone before I knew you.
I've seen your flag on the marble arch
Love is not a victory march
It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah" He paused and looked down the rain dropping around his face a few landing on the dark blue rose. "Hallelujah.. Hallelujah.. Hallelujah... Halleluuu-u-u-ujah" beauty in the night.. I shall sing me home.
^ By Jurrell.
The following words he could barely remember, meerly singing them as they came to his lips. In the sweetness of the sound he lost himself, hardly thinking, something that he had not had chance to do in such a long time.
Well there was a time when you let me know
what's really going on below
but now you never show that to me do you
but remember when i moved in you
and the holy dove was moving too
and every breath we drew was hallelujah
Chaos had never been so peaceful.
^ By Frank.
Jurrell went on with the song as Frankie did the beaty filling the air around them. He wrapped the rose through his fingers and gripped the sharp thorns for a second knowing he would regret what he would do next.
"You say I took the name in vain
I don't even know the name
But if I did, well really, what's it to you?"
Realy what would it be to anyone if he gave into the small ounce of temptation. Considering what life was throwing at him he might well throw it back.
"There's a blaze of light
In every word
It doesn't matter which you heard
The holy or the broken Hallelujah"
In every word
It doesn't matter which you heard
The holy or the broken Hallelujah"
He stood up from his seet and rolled back his head letting his voice grip through the night. "Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah" He quietened his voice to let the boy finish the last verse before bending in his head towards Frankies. The Broken Hallelujah as his lips met the other boys wandering his mind wandering what would happen next. His mind not really caring if his hopes where broken again.
^ By Jurrell.
The words, the music, the thoughts were torn from his lips in the instant Jurrell kissed him. The cold bands that seemed to tighten around his chest, all at once thinking of Kaiden and Lanor, and being afraid again.
Quickly he pulled away, a fire inside of him. He dragged his hand over his lips, feeling the same as when Kaiden had kissed him. Wrong
He looked at Jurrell, confusion in his eyes, feeling lost, like a child.
'Lanor' He whispered, the name like a tether to his sanity, a way to safety.
^ By Frank.
Jurrell looked at the Frankie and sanity came back to him. His consious slapping him in the face. What had he done? Sure he wanted to.. but that was no excuse. His breath quickenedand he looked at the boys confusion. Feeling pitty and remorse for what he had done.
He searched the boys eyes for sympathy "I am so sorry!" He pleaded his lips muttering to try and find the best excuse. Oh god how pathetic he felt. He thought this deserved to be somehwere on the top of his list of stupid things he's done. Suddenly dissaster seemed to fit the scene as the sky cried for the lsot song. Loosing focus the blue rose began to wither in his hand just like he felt his own joy leaving him.
The unfinished 'Halleluja' began to haunt his mind.
^ By Jurrell.
Lanor was in mid-reading when Danny's voice drifted to his ears. The book now left forgotten, laid upon Danny's bed, as Lanor had swiftly left. His footsteps barely appearing on the ground, with the steps he was taking. Lanor was moving quickly, not bothering to tidy his ruffled hair. Danny needed him, and that was all Lanor cared about.
Electric blues eyes caught sight of Danny, as his nose guided him to the shrieking shack. Calmly approaching Danny. His eyes studying him, worry shinning through. Ignoring the weather.
"What's wrong, my love?" Lanor asked, yet he could almost tell. His eyes going from Danny, to the other man. Concern showing through his calmness. He didn't like the lost look in Danny's eyes, neither the other mans words of apology. Just what had the man done for such words? It made him wonder.
^ By me.
The apology brushed past him, like meaningless words. Though Danny knew, behind the thick veils of confusion in his mind, that this was nothing like what happened with Kaiden. But that was hidden from him now, as every thought and feeling rushed back. The previously unfelt night seemed to grow cold around him.
His eyes widened with the sight of Lanor, safe, comforting, unexpected. But of course, Danny had said his name, had called for him, something that Lanor would not ignore.
Silently he dropped his eyes to the ground, not moving any farther from Jurrell or any closer to Lanor.
^ By Frank.
Jurrell bit his lip as he saw the peircing blue eyes. The figure befor them was beautiful. Godlike. As ancient as the fountain of youth.. Jurrell thought. Nothing compared to Frankie. He threw away the thought and bit his lip. He gripped his fingers. Careful not to make them fists he looked frightened at the other boy. Most likely the one he had to be sorry to. He sighed and lowered his head. He felt like an inconsiderate fool and more to the point.. he was one.
He looked back to the eyes glarring back at him his own emerald eyes pleading trust and sympathy. "M-my names Jurrell" He said thinking comon courtesy to know the name of the man you where goign to try and kill.
He wandered if Frankie would be scared unchanged or releived if he was ripped to shreads right now and Sarah laughed at him in the back of his mind taunting. You've realy screwed yourself now Jurrell.
^ By Jurrell.
Lanor looked back at Danny, as he stepped closer, brushing away a few loose locks from Danny's face. Before embracing him. In an act to calm him, wondering if that's all he wanted. Lanor was happy to be with him in any case.
Silently Lanor turned his attention to the man, Jurrell, as he introduce himself. Finding this slightly odd, for this situation. Lanor raised an eyebrow, but smiled none the less. Jurrell seemed alright, perhaps hesitant. Though Lanor could only think that because of the way he appeared. It was unnatural. Yet he didn't mind.
"I'm Lanor," as he said this, Lanor held out his hand, keeping the other around Danny. A friendly look about him.
^ By me.
Danny shivered in Lanor's embrace, unwilling to say anything. His eyes remained wide, as he silently watched Lanor and Jurrell introduce themselves. He knew that if Lanor had seen..... he would not be so friendly.
Lost in his own mind, Danny dragged the back of his hand across his lips without thinking, as if to wipe away this second violation much in the same way he wiped away the first.
^ By Frank.
Jurrell smiled at his name. The boys eyes where.. freindly. Jurrell found them scary though. Unerving. A wrong fealing was aching in his bones. He just knew he shouldn't be receaiving such comforting feelings right now. He hung his head low as Frank did and whispered on the stormy wind. "im sorry" He bit his lip and wished he could of jsut let the song finish as Sarah now used to taunt him..
"and if Frankie is your's im sorry to you aswell.. Lanor" He said a bit of him screaming at his idiocy. He should of jsut let this be but the other half of him somehow wanted punishment. Or was there another reason?
^ By Jurrell.
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Electric blue eyes shinned with puzzlement at Jurrell's words. As a delicate eyebrow rose in thought. Observing both, Danny's and Jurrell's sudden need to bow their heads. As if in shame.
"May I inquire to why, you are sorry Jurrell?" Lanor asked politely. Rather 'out of the loop' with the current situation. Lanor could smell Jurrell's scent, it was alarming that he could smell it on his fiance, but as per usual Lanor was being a patience and calm man. There could of been a reason for this, other than the more obvious one, Lanor was choosing to ignore.
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