I Can Only Take So Much [WT/Devyni] (post-a-thon)
Jan 22, 2012 17:25:40 GMT -5
Post by NoireRose on Jan 22, 2012 17:25:40 GMT -5
[/size][/blockquote]Felix "Valentine" Trusdale
Avox ~ February
Yellow is for the sun and his other color
Blue is for the skies and his action color
Green is for the grass and when somebody else talks/writes color
Pink is for his birthstone and his writing color
Purple is for his birth flower and his thought color
I slowly entered back into the Auksas' house. Back inside where the house was nice and toasty compared to the frigid cold outside. My teeth were chattering as per usual, and all I wanted to do was crawl into bed and tell either Sawa or Sonia that I wasn't feeling too well and decided to stay into bed. Yeah, that could work. Nobody would really bother me. Unless Devyni came in to check on me, then there might be issues. However as far I knew Devyni was still sound asleep like the rest of the Auksas' family. I was always the first one awake, and I was the one who usually made pancakes on a nice morning like today. Despite the snow falling even harder then when I left.
I assumed that everything was going to be okay. I took off my coat that was now somewhat soaking with water from the snow. I took off my hat and gloves; leaving my hair all messed up from my hat. And lastly I took off my boots. Leaving the clothes remaining on my body soaking wet. I started sneezing and sneezing when I reached the living room. The entire house smelled of that warm scent of apple cinnamon. Something that I wasn't entirely fond of but had gotten used to. Instead of staying there I moved into the hallway which held a bathroom and the bedrooms.
The first door to the left was Devyni's room. The room which he often sealed himself inside. The room where I never truly felt welcomed at. The room where it held Devyni's secrets, hopes, dreams, and nightmares. Everything about Devyni was either in his room or was within this house. Without thinking about the consequences I went inside his room. My wet socks making his floor wet. The water in my hair dripping down my face and onto my clothes. The tears threatening to leave my eyes because there he laid sleeping. His eyes were shut and his soft demeanor showing itself. Much like it had before that night and after he had opened up to me.
My stomach churned at the thought of it. We were a little over a year a part. He was born in November and I was born in February. I had experienced things that I had hoped he would never experience in his life. I had hoped he would remain as innocent as he was when he slept. That's all I truly wanted. That's when I had realized while I was thinking about it and such my feet where moving closer to his bed, and now I was at the edge of his bed. Close enough to hear his breathing. I was frozen where I stood. I wanted to reach out and touch him, because I was cold and well he was warm. He was my master, my owner, and that's the way I liked things. Plus he amused me at how innocent he looked while sleeping. His usual masquerade had faded and I finally saw who he really was. An innocent boy of only 16 years.
Gently and slowly I knelt down to Devyni's level and laid my ice cold hand on his face. His expression changed and I couldn't help but feel I did the wrong thing by doing that. Then he spoke in that mumbled voice a person would use while sleeping, ”Felix, don't leave me again...” That's when my heart warmed itself and my eyes shed tears. Quickly I pulled my hand away from Devyni and nearly tripped while backing away. Before I left the room I had turned my head back toward him. He was still sleeping and then I heard him murmuring those words once again. [/center]
Felix, don't leave me again...
Felix, don't leave me again...
Felix, don't leave me again...
[/color][/right]Those words that echoed through my mind in voices other then Devyni's. The voices that once belonged to my mother, and my father, and my sisters. Tears that wouldn't subside, and that's when I crawled in on myself, because as a human being I can only take so much.
[/color]I can only take so much
I made my way back into the living room. The apple cinnamon now smelling like blood. Everything blurred and such. My eyes were wide and yet I could only see fuzzy lines. I headed straight for the couch. Just barely tripping over a rug or a table. Luckily, the couch is cushioned so it broke my fall but I still laid there, crying. Folding myself up into my self, pulling my legs up close to my body and holding them there with my arms. Letting my tears threaten to suffocate me
Because I can only take so much.
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