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 Posted: Sun Apr 27, 2014 10:24 pm
 Stver Mek Stveryan "Just... I don't like doing this to you... But I need to. Its the only way. Now. The only options I'm giving you, are talk, or I will force myself upon you." He frowned at the idea, mostly because he hoped it would always be a willing experience. "Now talk. Or else." He sighed, as this greatly pained him so, to speak in such a terrible way.
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Posted: Sun Apr 27, 2014 10:40 pm
 Dexorian
Dexorian spun around harshly, tears flowing from his eyes, "Don't you touch me you creeton! Your no better then him! Tormenting me, twisting me, just to see how long it takes until I'll break! Why can't you just let me be? Let me forget... No one will ever touch me like that again! I wont let them! No one comes near me!" Dexorian grabbed his head and feel to his knees as tears continued to flow freely.
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Posted: Sun Apr 27, 2014 11:12 pm
Stver Mek Stveryan "L-Listen... I said stupid things..." He waited for Dexorian to calm down slightly. "I... I'm not very bright, alright? I don't know when to stop... But as stupid as it seems..." He got up, and sat next to Dexorian. "I was only trying to help you... I didn't have parents to teach me such things... I only know what I learned myself... So... I was just trying to help... go ahead... yell... scream... rip off my head, I don't care... just please... find it in you to forgive me..." He whispered, reaching into his pocket, and pulled out a picture of Stver and an unknown boy, next to an old lady.
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Posted: Mon Apr 28, 2014 12:19 am
Dexorian
Dexorian began to try and wipe his tears away but they still flowed quite freely. "I might as well have had no parents at all," Dexorian began, too upset to see that he was speaking what he had been trying to hide, "My father... left me all alone with him... I never saw anyone else. I was a prisoner in my own house. Is that what you wanted to know?"
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Posted: Mon Apr 28, 2014 1:15 am
Stver Mek Stveryan "No... its not... what I want... it's what you need..." He whispered sympathetically, taking a handkerchief from his pocket, and softly wiped away Dexorian's tears. "I just want to see your beautiful smile... I want you to be happy..." He whispered, and laid the photo down, and hesitantly looked at Dexorian. "I just... I would do anything for you... I don't see why you won't accept that... Why...?" He asked, and hesitantly turned his whole body to Dexorian. "I just want to make you happy..."
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Posted: Mon Apr 28, 2014 1:32 am
SylviePrima Dexorian
Dexorian was shocked by the sudden handkerchief on his face but didn't entirely pull away. He pulled up his face and let Stver wipe it as he wished. Although the tears slowed, they seemed to still fall as Dexorian spoke, "Because no one has ever done anything for me or in my best interest. I have never been treated with kindness unless there was an ulterior motive behind it. I use to see the world as you do. I use to smile and laugh... then my sight was taken from me along with so much more..." Dexorian closed his eyes and brought his hand up to take a hold of Stver's, halting it and actually holding it.
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Posted: Mon Apr 28, 2014 3:32 am
Stver Mek Stveryan Stver let out a gasp then blushed as Dexorian took his hand. "I tried showing my love through the only actions I know... all I want from this... is your happiness... you're such a beautiful guy... I just feel this necessity to defend you... and care for you... and seeing you like this..." His words got quieter and quieter with each word he said, and a tear rolled down his own cheek. "It hurts me..." He sighed, and looked at his lap. "Have you ever thought... maybe the reason people are never nice to you... is because you don't let them..." He whispered sympathetically, not trying to insult him.
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Posted: Mon Apr 28, 2014 11:10 am
Dexorian
Dexorian pushed Stver's hand away harshly, "It's not my fault I was treated that way. Don't you dare say that! No child deserves that from their family. I don't care if I'm not a pure blood, they didn't have to hate me so much... This is the fist time since I was young... That I've been outside... and I can't even see the sun..."
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Posted: Mon Apr 28, 2014 5:46 pm
Stver Mek Stveryan "I-... I'm sorry... I guess I will never understand..." He whispered, and fell silent for a moment. "The only thing more terrifying than death... is pure silence..." He whispered before falling dead silent. The hearing in his left ear had gone away, leaving only his right ear, which was also on the brink on going away. He felt stuck, unsure how to help Dexorian... He wanted to cry, to die once more... He wanted to help Dexorian, but he had no idea on how to do so. "I... only... wished... to... help..." He whispered before he stopped speaking altogether.
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Posted: Mon Apr 28, 2014 6:50 pm
Dexorian
Dexorian seemed to calm down. His tears stopped and he had straightened up. It appeared he had composed himself, a very mature act for one so young, "Then let me forget. Just take me someplace happy. Show me the world isn't what I think it to be and if it is just let me pretend it isn't. Show me Stver... show me what it is to be happy."
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Posted: Mon Apr 28, 2014 7:23 pm
Stver Mek Stveryan "Please... no..." He begged. "You don't want to forget... believe me..." He explained, his overall hearing now fading in and out. Now... He began to feel terror. "Oh god..." He whispered, which was followed by a groan out of fear. He closed his eyes and as darkness fell over him, his hearing vanished, and terror filled him. A tear rolled down his cheek, and dropped from his chin, making a faint ploping noise on a stone.
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Posted: Mon Apr 28, 2014 7:56 pm
Dexorian
"Stver?" Dexorian turned to the boy confused and slightly in shock as he heard the tone in his voice. He didn't know quite what was wrong with him only that he seemed to be very afraid. He could not fathom what brought this on but it made him forget his own problems for a moment as he became over come with worry and concern.
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Posted: Mon Apr 28, 2014 8:19 pm
Stver Mek Stveryan Stver opened his eyes once more, but the world just seemed different without noise, colder... harsher. He stood, making not a single noise, and approached Dexorian and hugged him. "P-Please... just hold me..." He begged, no more tears falling from his face, but his skin was paler, and colder than before. "I-I... I know... y-you hate t-this... and f-find it terrifying o-or repulsive... b-but p-please hold m-me..." He begged. "I-I... I can't hear anything..." He whispered mournfully. "Please..."
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Posted: Mon Apr 28, 2014 8:59 pm
Dexorian
Dexorian froze immediately as he felt Stver's arms around him. His mind went blank for the longest time as he tried to process what was happening but finally Stver's words reached him and he realized something. What Stver was experiencing was a lot like what he went through when he had first lost his sight, before his other senses kicked in. It is also like what he feels when his second sight is taken away. For this reason Dexorian felt sympathetic. In a very shaky and slow manner, Dexorian raised his hands up and lightly touched the sides of Stver's arms. It was difficult and slightly uncomfortable but he bared it. He wanted to help. He wanted to ease what he knew was a terrible experience.
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Posted: Mon Apr 28, 2014 9:17 pm
 Stver and Siras Stver let go of Dexorian. "I... apologize..." He whispered, and sat on the ground in front of Dexorian, and seemed to freeze. Behind him, Siras reappeared. "I know this is a mighty inconvenience, but I need to sing to him." It said rather bluntly. "Then I have a gift for you." He continued, the knelt next to Stver, and wrapped his in a hug. "Ensam går jag här och vankar, Söker efter vännen min." He began to sing to Stver. (Translation: I walk alone and wander here, Looking for my friend.)
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