All of the Memories

[izar]

((OOC: yeah lol I'm a swimmer so I do it all the time ^__^ lol I'm so pale but I live in VA so right now I don't really go out much... cold!))

Izar shook his head, "Nor anything that you have yet to do." Izar truly meant it. He couldn't come up with any other explanation about it. He could only come up with that word that creates so much happiness and sorrow. Love. That had always been a shaky subject for him. He never really knew what ti felt like. Was he confusing this with something else? No, he didn't think so but he had been wrong before. His mind was in a confused whirlwind of confusion. He wondered how Masinori felt about the untainted. He personally felt that it was unfair that the tainted were discriminated against but he didn't want them all to die. His foster parents were untainted and possible the most loving and supportive people he knew.

Izar blinked and nodded. That was interesting. His heart went out to Masinori, he couldn't stand not sleeping it was one of his favorite hobbies. "Well, I guess I have to say a secret now..." He watched and spoke while Masinori put out the candles, "Well, first off I'm completely terrified of water... and second, I have a bad habit of making windy days in summer... it's kind of entertaining to see all the people out there in the water go get heavy coats." It was ridiculous he knew but a lot of people wondered why it was so windy sometimes. It was his way of telling some of the young girls on the beach to get some clothes on. He was very cruel in his amusement. He shrugged and stood stretching his arms. "Sure," Izar said ignoring the nagging at the back of him mind that it was odd for two men to sleep in the same bed. His sane mind argued back that what if it wasn't odd?

He walked down the hall with Masinori every now and then scolding him for getting drunk. He tripped over almost everything that there was to trip over. Izar helped him up a time or two when he was ready to do a face plant into the floor. Izar winced as he heard the sound of shattered glass. He looked over and saw that it had fallen away from them and breathed a sigh of relief. That could have been painful and just added to their problems tonight.

Izar laughed, "Hardly useless. You rescued me from the rain earlier. Like I said I hate water I probably would still be stuck there up in that tree or something." He chuckled and shook his head. Izar sat down on the bed and laughed, "Yeah that might be a little awkward." Izar could play it out in his head and in every way he could imagine was him getting chased out by a broom being called all sorts of things. Izar shrugged ,"I'm not terribly tired though don't hate me if I pass out." He laughed and grinned. He had a habit of doing that. Just kind of dropping out and sleeping. He laid back and crossed his arms under his head.

Izar listened to Masinori's next comment and blinked. His heart beat rapidly and he felt a chill run up and down his spine. He sat up again and looked over at the window. A flash of lightning was followed by a boom of thunder. He rained had slackened but had not showed any sign of stopping. He looked over at Masinori and tried to read him in the dark. It wasn't working. "Do you mean it?" Izar asked nervously. He had to hear it with his own ears. He couldn't help but stare at Masinori. His brain was so over heated with though Izar was surprised it didn't melt out of his ears. He forced himself to lay down again though all he wanted to do right now was pace like a caged animal. His mind was reeling and he had no idea what his heart was trying to tell him. Perhaps it was speaking so loud that he couldn't think straight or maybe he really was in love with Masinori.

[masinorimoriyama]

"Nor anything that you have yet to do." Izar confirmed. He could tell that he meant it, though he didn’t know how, and he had to mentally scold himself for believing it. Naïve fool. He said to himself. No one had ever been in his life without condition. Everyone had their price and hit the trail when it wasn’t met. In fact he didn’t even have anything to compare this to. It was like, even though Izar couldn’t really mean it, he had to, and Masinori had to believe it. It was the same with the fact that in his mind he was beginning to freely admit to being in love with him. That was something else he never experienced. He had never said it to anyone and he couldn’t remember if anyone had ever said it to him. Ever said it and meant it anyway. He’d had girlfriends who’d said it and then pretty soon they wouldn’t be talking anymore. He was pretty sure that wasn’t love. But that’s how he knew this was, it was something he’d never known before.

"Well, I guess I have to say a secret now..." Masi’s lips slightly parted to say something, but then he stopped to let Izar finish. He laughed about the wind, people going to get coats. “You’re afraid of water!” He exclaimed, like it was an obvious thing and he was a little slow. “That makes so much sense…and I dragged you through all that…all those expressions make so much sense now. It was like you were trying to be brave but you were completely shaken, it was all over your face and the way you moved…” Of course, he thought, it’s because of what his mother did.

“You know, you didn’t have to. I mean, let’s throw the even exchange thing away.” It felt uncomfortable when put in perspective, even if it was fair. “Tell me your secrets only when you feel like it and it’s comfortable from now on, since we have already decided to be honest. And since we’re best friends and all…” He said jokingly. “We’ll have a lot of time.” Masinori was playing with the light switch and talking about being useless when Izar interjected that he’d saved him. He paused, “Thank you for saying that.” He said heartily. “I guess it’s in my nature to try and be a hero, even if I fight it. Ah, but look at how it backfires.” He put his hands in the air, out into the darkness.

Izar had been laying down, his hands behind his head, but he sat bolt upright now and looked at him. He stared at him. With his vibrant eyes he asked, "Do you mean it?" and Masi thought his voice was shaking a little bit. “Yes.” He said in an obvious tone, like there was no other way to answer. Izar laid back down, both men were on their backs. But Masi, concerned now, turned just slightly towards him and took his closest hand in his, their fingers tangled together, “Is something wrong?” He asked. It was strange that in reality he knew so little about Izar, but at the same time he felt familiar. Like he could decipher his mannerisms, when something was bothering him, when he was happy. “Even though I know so little about the things you’ve done and the things you do, I feel like I know you.” Masinori explained. “Maybe the other things aren’t that important...” He trailed off. “I’d still like to know them though.” He smiled faintly. He didn’t let go of his hand this time.

His eyes were getting heavier and heavier and the sounds of the storm were growing duller and duller. Faint in the backround of his mind. Each time he blinked, his eyes stayed closed longer. His breathing was becoming more relaxed too. He rested his head sideways on the pillow, facing Izar, with the hand holding his under the weight of his body and his arm bent. His other hand was in a loose fist under his chin and resting on his own shoulder.

[izar]

Izar sighed and closed his eyes. He forced himself to relax. He wondered if Masinori would really hold to his word. Not a lot of people were able to do that. He hoped that he would be able to do so. He didn't want to hurt Masinori. He stared up at the ceiling and let one hand fall to his side and left the other one in its resting spot under his head. Izar closed his eyes and wondered how Masinori would react if he found out about his wings. Even more if he found out that he had lied. That made him feel even more guilty. He chewed on his lip ring in frustration at feeling this love but not being able to know what to do with it. Izar had never been in a real relationship before. He's been in one or two but nothing more than simple friendship taken a mistaken step too far.

Izar nodded and grinned sheepishly, "Yeah, kind of ridiculous huh?" Izar laughed, "Yeah, it didn't really work did it?" He shook his head. If Masinori hadn't pulled him through that puddle Izar would have bolted back to the tree and probably would have tried to fly how and probably broken a wing. He shuttered just to think of it. He's broken a wing once and never wanted to repeat the process. He's had to go to a bird specialist and explained to him what he had done and that he was tainted before the man had been able to set his wing successfully. It hadn’t been without a lot of pain. He would never forget that. He actually figured that he would have probably had a panic attack had Masinori not saved him. He felt slightly embarrassed to admit it but he felt as though Masinori truly saved him from himself. “Is it really that obvious?” He asked with ears heating and he was sure his face was red. He hated needing people but he was relieved when Masinori had been there with him in that storm.

Izar smiled sweetly and looked at Masinori his eyes full of relief, “Thank you.” He felt intense relief at not being forced into telling his secrets. Lord only knew how many he had. He nodded and grinned, “Very best friends,” He corrected with a beaming smile. Izar raised an eyebrow mischievously, “It didn’t that time.” He pointed out his eyes narrowing as if they were trying to read Masinori’s expression. “Why do you doubt yourself so much?” Izar asked curiously cocking his head to one side and letting his hair fall in front of one eye to hide what he was thinking. “It’s that feeling of need again.” Izar said nodding to himself, “You want to save someone and you think it backfires but you did a lot more good and I have yet to see the bad in our situation.” He blinked slowly letting his eyes rest for a moment. When he opened them he stared intently at Masinori not wanting to take his eyes off of him. Izar felt as though he was acting like Masinori said he had been, putting up a brave front when he was afraid of accepting what he was feeling. Perhaps Masinori was having an easier time with this or maybe he was just crazy again.

Izar smiled warmly feeling relieved that he had meant it. Normally he would have been skeptically but he believed him simply because he said it was so. Would he say the same thing if he really knew? Izar chewed on his lip. If he knew that he was a coward and had run away. If he knew that he had killed out of anger. He rubbed his temple sighing as his headache was coming back, damn medicine didn’t work. He laid back and stared into the darkness started by Masinori’s question. He looked over and his heart felt pained, he didn’t want Masinori to leave him, “Its nothing,” he smiled and looked away again before Masinori could catch the doubt in his eyes. Izar smiled, “Same here,” he blinked was it a good or a bad thing that Masinori could read him so easily. Izar blinked as Masinori’s hand caught his. He looked over and held the hand as though it was a life line. Izar nodded, he wished he could believe that. That it wasn’t important but he couldn’t convince himself. Izar smiled, “All in good time.” He said with a grin and felt content just to lay here and hold Masinori’s hand. Maybe he was right, maybe those meant nothing and he wasn’t what he was in the past.

Izar watched as Masinori shifted. He smiled leaning his head to one side to look at him. He didn’t loosen his grip on Masinori’s hand smiled feeling his own eyes following Masinori’s suit. He startled himself awake at the last moment he wanted to let Masinori sleep and he wasn’t sure that that would be easy if he fell asleep also. He felt his eyes soften as he watched him. He looked truly beautiful.

[masinorimoriyama]

“Why do you doubt yourself so much?” Izar asked, his hair fell in front of his eye. Masinori reached forward and brushed it aside, brushing his cheek with the back of his fingers. His cheek was soft, but his hair was softer, and he hoped to do that a lot more in the future since they were the “best of friends“ and all. Cause you know, touching your best friends head was totally normal. “It’s that feeling of need again.” Izar said nodding to himself, “You want to save someone and you think it backfires but you did a lot more good and I have yet to see the bad in our situation.” He felt a wave of happiness wash over him when he said that. He had been in a terrible situation. He actually had to be in a situation he feared above all things, and yet he didn’t see bad in it. That had to mean something, and it did. It meant a lot to Masi to hear that. “No one else believes in me, so why should I. You’ll see…” He assured him.

Izar was obviously trying to stay awake. He wondered if it was because he thought Masi couldn’t sleep if he was asleep. He probably could, he just usually chose to use that time to practice his ability. Masi pulled him closer so that his head was under his and his cheek was resting in his multi colored hair. He ran his fingers through it slowly. It was smooth and layered and smelled like the shampoo that was currently sitting in the shower of Le Petite Petite cottage. Probably in a stupid pink bottle.

“Iz…you should sleep. You probably had a more tiring day than me…and I think…I think if you’re asleep I’ll sleep fine. Maybe better.” Masi said incoherently. He was seconds away from falling asleep himself, but he felt compelled now by the exhaustion and alcohol to speak, even though it was unexplained and vague. “My mother used to dress me up as girl for a long time until my sister was born, it was humiliating. And I…killed a serial killer who tortured me and made it look like suicide. The cops reprimanded me like a child because I tried to save lives and I never lifted a finger to help an untainted since.” His eyes were closed and he whispered, “I hate them…”

His arms were enveloping Izar, who lay stiff beneath them. “And…Rokuru stopped being my friend.” He finished, another world coming into view now. His last thought was a question. Was Izar sleeping too?

He floated for a while, hours went by, and saw a familiar dark room. A man laying with a gun in his hand. He was in a wide puddle of dark liquid. And Masinori himself stood there looking down, his eyes glazed over. No remorse in his heart. He could even feel what his heart felt like at that moment. It was the worst thing he’d ever experienced. The most painful. The vision before him flickered and changed. It was his mouth, open and screaming out in pain. Bits of his body flashed, cut and bleeding. Then him breathing heavily in front of a bucket. His head being submerged again and again until he was nearly gone, then gasping for air. Not fresh air, but the dark thick air of a filthy basement. Then he was sitting there motionless, tied up and staring off into space. Izar appeared before him, his silver eyes looked sympathetically at him and reached out, but he vanished. Masinori was a little boy hiding in a dark closet while his mother called him. Rokuru looked at him with disgust, like it was his fault, and walked away for the last time. All his friends looked at him with that same look. The police, with that same look. Then Izar, there were two of them. One looked at him with disgust and walked away laughing, and the other looked sad. Then he was flying. No, jumping off of a bridge into the river and definitely not flying. There was water all around him and then he was bleeding on the floor of the bathroom in his old apartment, clutching his arm. A Marseielle doctor‘s face, that same awful look of disgust, it was the second time.

Masinori jolted awake, and sat up panting for breath. He never dreamt his own dreams. Well, very rarely anyway. Was it his? Izar’s eyes had shot open as well. Probably because when Masi sat up he dropped Izar so to speak. He’d still been resting his head on his chest with Masinori’s arms around him. Or maybe because he’d definitely seen all of that. In the doorway Odille stood, looking beautiful as always, with her hand over her mouth and an awkward expression on her face. A mixture of humor and guilt, he thought. He and Izar looked at her, and she quickly walked out, leaving the door ajar. It was strange, but somehow he felt very rested, frightened, but rejuvenated.


(OOCl: I'm going to make Odille invade and make an uber short guest appearance! XD Now you'll have double to read muahaha... Just pick up where you left off and ignore her, mostly she just pokes her head in!)

[elaezerbelle]

Odille Lenore could not wait to get the hell out of Limbo. She woke up and primped. She was good at making herself look perfect even in the worst situations. Like not having her usual toiletries with her and being stranded in a hostile. She still looked just like she always did, and even if she didn’t she could cause people to see her however she wanted with her ability to cast illusions. It was pretty brilliant.

A whole bunch of people had stayed the night there to avoid having to brave the storm. It was most inconvenient considering she wasn’t planning on staying out long that day and was in a hurry to get home, the storm had obviously prevented her from doing so. It flooded most of the way back to her little cottage, and took out the electricity as well. She had eventually admitted defeat and tried to make a good time of it. Loads of people had spent the evening at the Twilight Center, aside from the usuals. Of course she still didn’t know anyone really. She probably didn’t like half of them.

For most of the evening she’d mulled over a book she had found lying around, until she was restless and tired enough to sleep. She half expected to see Masi when she’d fallen asleep. Entering her dream to let her know he was fine. She tried to phone him earlier when the storm started, but there was no answer back home. He was probably alright, but she was a little nervous not hearing from him. He did have a cell phone. Git. Why did he always leave people to figure things out for themselves? It was an annoying thing about him, but otherwise they were inseparable friends. They did everything together, mostly chain smoked, and got along famously. It would’ve been a much more enjoyable storm if he was around, but oh well.

When Odille woke up, she wasted no time or effort getting out of the building and back into the countryside. She tried unsuccessfully to hitch a ride out, but most everyone was heading into the city and didn’t want to risk the flooding in the fields. She was left to her own devices, having to slosh home through the mud. The water came up to her ankles at a lot of parts, but when she kept to the road it was fine. It was surprising how green everything looked from all the water that had come in. It was beautiful. She loved nature, it was one of the reasons for living where she did, so it was pleasant to take it all in. Even if she did get dirtier.

Masi’s bike looked like it was in it’s usual spot, covered with a tarp this time though. That was a relief. “Mas?” She called when she’d opened the cottage door and stepped inside. There weren’t any lights on, but it was light out now anyway. She could see splotches of water and mud that had been tracked inside, but shrugged it off. There was ash in the fireplace, some new articles of clothing on the table by the couch, and also a bottle of her liquor, but no one in sight. She got a little nervous again. Where was he? “Masi?” She said a little louder this time, but still no answer. She walked through the hallway, if you could call it that, and towards the bedroom Masinori now claimed as his own. There was broken glass and clothing littered about. The glass was the only unusual thing.

“Maaaasi.” She said quieter, opening his door. She froze dead in her tracks and put her hand over her mouth. There were two people in Masinori’s bed, and one she did not recognize, but it was definitely another bloke. A pretty cute one too. She didn’t know Masi was like that, and almost wanted to laugh, but stopped herself. “Sorry…” She whispered to no one in particular. Both men jumped up and looked at her with tired and surprised expressions. She backed away with her hand still covering her mouth, leaving the door half open as she fled.

She went into her bedroom and closed the door, sitting down with her back to it. She felt incredibly childish for a moment, both guys were clearly older than her. She’d evidently missed something it seemed in her best friends life. They shared everything lately and it was nice, so this was weird. And what was he doing bringing strange, albeit attractive, men to her house without a words notice? Granted she’d acquired the place by various instances of thievery, it was still hers. She shook her head, she didn’t really care about that. She giggled, stood up, and locked her door. She looked to the side and bit her lip. It was exceedingly unlike Masi. He was a flirty chap, but he never got closer than that to people. She’d leave them alone, she was too tired and too annoyed now anyway, and Masi was her best friend so he’d probably tell her what was up later anyway. She decided to just lay down in her own bed and relax. The bright pink flowered sheets were welcoming. It was good to be home.

((*Runs out of post* that was Odille's bit! Let me know if you want her back for anything!))

[izar]

((OOC: Hey-la Odille! ^__^))

Izar felt his face heat as Masinori touched his face and brushed his hair away. He smiled it was pleasant. Izar narrowed his eyes and cocked his head to one side. made a bold move and touched Masinori's cheek also. "What if I believe in you?" Izar countered. He pulled his hand away awkwardly and looked into Masinori's eyes, "No," He smiled, "Maybe I already see." He paused letting his mind think through what he was going to say thoroughly before he let anything out of his mouth. "Perhaps it is time for everyone else to see also. Including the one in doubt." He said and didn't take his eyes off of Masinori. He truly wanted to believe in him but Masinori needed to believe in himself before anyone else could.

Izar smiled at the small shortening of his name. It made him smile. No one had ever called him that. He nodded, perhaps he should, he was slightly tired. Izar only listened and held Masinori's hand as he spoke. He never realized how dangerous going into another person's dreams could be. The things that you see. Izar only wished that he could have been there. That serial killer would have been in ribbons in a matter of minutes. He wondered what Masinori really though of himself. Did he really believe people when they said that he was useless? He was lost in his own thoughts that he missed the Masinori talking about Rokuru. He felt like dozing and fell in and out of sleep for the first part of the night.

Izar looked around as he finally fell completely asleep. He smiled and waved to an elderly man who was whittling in an old chair. The old man waved back and Izar trotted forward and wiped his brow. It was hot and around noon from what Izar could tell of the sun. Zeferu waved a hand at the other chair at the small table. Izar gratefully took it and devoured anything that was put into front of him. He paused and sniffed something before he put it in his mouth. He cast it aside and looked up at Zeferu's approving smile. He took another and it smelled fine so he took a bite. He found himself rolling on the floor laughing. It was a silly little exercises that Zeferu had him do. It contained a little bit of a chemical that would do no more than consume him in laughter. Zeferu smiled, "There can be odorless chemicals. Feel it and determine from that." He handed it over and Izar felt it with the air and put slight pressure against it. It felt odd and he nodded. He wouldn't forget that.

He woke slightly but didn't move. He had curled up against Masinori as the night had worn on and he was very comfortable. He was surprised yet glad at the same time that Masinori hadn't come into his dream. He smiled pleasantly, that had been a good dream he hadn't had a dream like that in a while. A good memory. His head was resting slightly on Masinori's chest encased in his arms. Izar was content at the moment. He heard slight sounds in the house and figured it must be Masinori's room mate. I hope she doesn't touch my blade, his mind thought absently though he didn't really care. There probably wasn't much harm that she could do with it. But then again he had learned not to underestimate people.

Masinori sat up suddenly making Izar yelp with shock and his eyes shoot open. Reflexively he pulled a a small dagger out of his belt and sat up holding it ready. "What happened?" He said looking around for a potential threat. He blinked owlishly at the girl looking in at them giggling like a schoolgirl and blinked again. He smiled and put the dagger away as she dashed away and relaxed. He heard another door close and smiled, "Roommate?" He asked rhetorically pushing his hair out of his face.

[masinorimoriyama]

Masi turned to see the dagger in Izar’s hand and was a little surprised, who’d he think was coming into his room? He put it away though, and Masi just sat up still. He was a little ticked that Odille had barged in. Maybe it was something else. Yes, he suddenly began to feel a new sensation, aside from feeling the strange weight of waking from a nightmare, he felt embarrassed. He was too bold last night and acted like an ass as a result of the alcohol. Not too much of an ass, but there were always at least little things said or done out of character when alcohol was involved. He was annoyed at himself for the little things. And he also felt embarrassed being found in his bed with someone he hardly knew barely clothed. It just looked bad, even if it was Odille. And then there was the shame of the things he’d unintentionally shown Izar in, well he supposed it had to be Izar’s dream. He guessed that’s what happened to his ability when mixed with alcohol and feeling attached to someone, but it was just rude to create a nightmare for someone else.

Masinori sat very still, apprehensive about saying anything. He didn’t know how much Izar drank, but he knew people woke up after nights of drinking feeling regret and disgust. He hoped he didn’t disgust Izar now that perhaps his head was clearer. He refused to look at him now, and stood up, taking a cigarette out of the night table drawer. He pulled open the drapes a little and leaned against the wall smoking and surveying the damage of the storm. The sunlight hurt his head when it first hit him, and he had to blink a few times. The backyard, which his window faced, was a little flooded. It was amazing how green everything looked after all that water though. It was really quite beautiful. Masinori gazed intensely out at the landscape to avoid having his facial features react to what he was thinking. He was thinking about Izar’s encouraging speech before they fell asleep. He didn’t really know how to react to all the positive reinforcement. He tried not to smile or laugh as he thought about it.

He was trying to absorb the events of the previous day and determine what they meant. He agreed with himself that both he and Izar meant the things they’d said. It was unquestionable that he also meant the things he didn’t say. Thank God he had exercised at least some restraint there. All in all he figured things were ok with him as long as they were ok with Izar. His thoughts momentarily went back to the nightmare and he let out a deep breath, widening and blinking his eyes in an expression of a sort of disbelief. He definitely needed to make an apology for that. He looked at Izar now, who was in bed, and had been watching him. The light from the half opened drapes danced over his features. His coherency and reason left him again when he finally looked at him. He opened his mouth to say his apologies, but stopped, not sure what to say. His eyebrows knit together for a second, and he took a hand and ran it through his long hair, the streaks of blonde that were longer falling back last. He stood and glanced out the window again, unconsciously messing up the back of his hair, pulling the shorter layers up and letting them drop over and over while he thought. He was a little curious to know what Izar thought of Odille too.

“I always feel this dread when I come out of nightmare, like I’m still in it and I need to be around something bright and pleasant and forget it. I didn’t do that on purpose…” He shook his head. “Demo…(But…)it’s strange…I feel something good despite it, this feeling, when I leave your head.” He snorted like it was ridiculous that he could feel anything nice after causing Izar to experience his worst memories. “I’m sorry I did that, it just happened. Were you dreaming before that?” For some reason he got this feeling like he was acting like nothing happened, beating around the bush. Granted he didn‘t know what he would say, but he wasn’t acknowledging their gestures towards each other the previous night and was acting normal. It wasn’t because he changed his mind, he was just testing the waters so to speak to see how Izar felt about everything. Ambiguity was still in his nature, as was being precautious, even though those traits mostly got thrown out the window when Izar was around.

He looked at him again and realized that nothing really needed to be said anyway. His silver eyes smoldered, and he was sure the same blaze was reflected in his own dark blue ones. It radiated through his entire body and he had to keep casually adverting his eyes, the way you converse with someone but don‘t look into their eyes the entire time. He stayed standing and leaning against the window while they talked. He figured he should probably take him back to wherever he lived pretty soon, but was basically dreading being parted from him. He almost wondered how long the façade would go on, but it really was too soon. He didn't want to come on strong just yet.

(OOC: So do you want to start winding this RP down and start a new one afterwards...immediately of course! LOL in like a different setting on another day the next time they hang out? Or do you want to keep this one going?)

[izar]

((OOC: Of course starting a new post sounds good.))

Izar blinked and rubbed his head trying to recall the dream he had had. It started out and everything was good but later the dream had turned dark and he didn't completely understand it. He wondered how much of the dream had been Masinori's memories and how much had been crazy randomness. The most terrifying thing for him was when Masinori jumped from the bridge. He longed to give him his wings or catch him. He rubbed his temples again and longed to go and dig into his bag for his medicine. However he was sure that if he tried to concentrate on something to hard his mind was going to explode. He winced inwardly, Masinori had drunk more than he had, he could only imagine how Masinori was feeling.

He realized that he wasn't the least bit put off about being found with Masinori when his roommate came in. He wondered if something was wrong with him. He watched Masinori move to the window and get a cigarette. He blinked until his eyes stopped watering when he opened the drapes. He stared at the sky with a smile, he tested the currents, they were calm and warm. He would have a smooth ride today if he chose to fly. He might just for the sake of stretching his wings. They felt stiff and cramped from the rain. Despite not being out in the open they still felt the rain and moisture and were beginning to feel like phantom painful limbs. He really needed to let them out and stretch them. He unconsciously arched his back as if that was going to help.

He looked over at Masinori and then resumed to stare at his hands. With the way that Masinori was acting Izar started to wonder if he had really meant what he had said last night. After all he had been a little tipsy. He discarded the thought angrily. He had a feeling that Masinori meant everything and had to looked up at him again and blink like an owl caught in the day. He saw that Masinori was about to say something and his heart rose. Maybe it would break the awkward silence that had settle over them. However, he felt his spirits fall again when Masinori said nothing. Izar chewed absently on the metal in his lip before crossing his legs under himself. He let his arms hang in his ankles and blinked several times to keep his eyes from watering. The sun seemed all to bright this morning.

Izar smiled, "No problem." He glanced out the window again and sighed with relief that there was only a bit of water on the ground. Well, by a bit, meaning that it was flooded, but no matter it was only a little bit. It could have been worse. It astounded him how one minute it could be raining as if it was trying to flood the Earth then the next be clear and act innocent as a child with it's sunny skies and pleasurable winds. Izar shook his head, he really didn't care that Masinori had entered his dreams again, though he couldn't really remember much. Izar smiled slightly touched that his mind offered some comfort. Izar shrugged, "A little bit, about my old teacher." He beamed recalling that part of the dream, that seemed to lift his spirits exponentially.

Izar was curious that Masinori kept averting his eyes. He knew that he could have a very terrifying(or so he was told) glare if he wanted to, but Masinori had met his eyes last night fine, had something changed? Izar figured that he should probably get home soon but he really didn't want to. He sighed and stood stretching his arms wide and standing on his toes for a full body stretch. He sighed again, "I guess I'd better get going," He said hesitatingly hoping that Masinori would ask him to stay. He stood still for a moment just waiting. He turned and bowed to Masinori, "Thank you for welcoming me into your home and at your hearth." He said formally and then straightened and smiled. He didn't like being formal but if it was something that his mother had drilled into him it was manners. He relaxed again and looked into Masinori's eyes his eyes soft like liquid silver.

[masinorimoriyama]

"A little bit, about my old teacher." It was evidently a happy memory for him, and Masi felt guilty for barging in. He could only apologize so many times though, and didn’t want to be the guy who said sorry like a broken record but never corrected himself. So instead he decided to just try really hard to not let that happen again. Considering it was unconsciously done. Izar got up and stretched, and when he wasn’t looking, Masi smiled to himself watching him. He looked down when Izar looked back at him and tightened his lips.

"I guess I'd better get going," Masinori’s head darted up abruptly. "Thank you for welcoming me into your home and at your hearth." Why was he being so formal? Was it something he said? Then they locked eyes, and his were friendlier than his voice, maybe he was joking? “Ha, what are the best of friends for?” Masinori said nudging him, then his expression turned slightly serious. “You don’t need me to drive you home or anything?” He didn’t want him to go, maybe he was behaving coldly without realizing it, he didn’t want to sound too anxious either. Their eyes were still locked and it definitely made his heart rate increase, and he shifted his weight, not sure how to stand or move when he was looking at him like that.

Neither had eaten, and all the alcohol made his stomach hurt with a mixture of hunger and a desire to be fed something not poisonous. “You wont stay for breakfast, or some tea?” He offered. Izar was rubbing his temples. Masinori put his hand up, squeezed his fingers in, then put his fist to his lips, about to stop him but still afraid to go near him. He shook his head and stepped towards him, knocking his hand away. “That wont do anything but make your forehead turn red.” He scolded him. “Like this.” he explained taking Izar’s own hand in his and trying to show him where to rub on his own neck. “Now come on, you can’t have anywhere that important to be just yet.” He pushed the shorter man towards the door by the shoulders. “At least not more important that you can’t take care of yourself first.” He said as he forced him towards the kitchen.

“I can make coffee or some tea for your headache, I can’t have my new best friend run off without at least that…” Odille appeared out of nowhere, looking amiable, but gave him the death stare when he said new best friend, “Aren’t we chatty today.” She stated and walked away with a large cup of coffee in her hand. It was hard to tell if she was serious sometimes, but she'd get over it. He was a little relived she left because she was very pretty today with her hair down and a grey dress. It made him feel momentarily insecure, but he shook those feelings off because they were making him behave even more erratically, if that was possible. Apparently she’d already made the coffee if they needed a good waking up, and Masi noticed she’d made enough for Izar too. A kind gesture. But if he didn’t want that he also had his herbs, and he did want to help Izar with his seemingly incessant headaches. And keep him around for at least a few more minutes, though he seemed ready to leave. And he couldn’t stay forever.

He began to dig through the cupboard, “Waffuru…nikkei…” He said quietly to himself. “Cinnamon waffles!” He got a little excited, “Japanese love American waffles, it's science, have you ever had?” He asked, but without waiting for an answer he pulled out a jar of cinnamon and sugar, and it looked almost like he was going to make them from scratch like a little Suzie homemaker, but then he pulled out one of those just-add-water waffle mixes. “I’m a man, I don’t bake.” He said seriously, holding up the box, with a hand on his hip. His voice was pretty deep so he sounded the part, but it was a little comical given how effeminate he was and looked standing like that. And so much for not seeming anxious. “So how about it?” He asked shaking the box hopefully.

(OOC: Ok cool, eat my damn waffles first ahahaha well I mean, if you want Izar to. He can leave and Masinori can eat them dejectedly with Ody if you want, until they meet again. Either way )

[izar]

((OOC: Ok I'll eat the damned waffles!! lol))

Izar smiled pleasantly and felt himself get ting distracted. There was a butterfly flying by the window. He watched it with beaming eyes and a curiosity that would rival that of a cat. He arched his back and twisted a bit trying to get at the phantom muscles that were currently causing him to have muscle spasms. He yawned and ignored them as best he could. He wondered what would happen if Masinori say his wings. He was about to ignore every moral he had ever drilled into his head and was about to let out his wings just for the sake of stretching them. Masinori was acting strangely this morning, or perhaps he wasn’t much of a morning person. He shrugged absently and rubbed his eyes a bit.

Izar smiled, “This I guess,” he said waving a hand around vaguely implying the hospitality. Izar shook his head, “Nah, I’ll be fine and there no way I’m getting back on that death trap unless you pay me.” He laughed. He really didn’t like motorcycles. Perhaps it was only bad that one time, but it only took one bad time to keep Izar from liking it. His eyes locked with the other man’s for a moment. That made his heart race and every nerve in his body was aflame with excitement. There had to be something there and He had a feeling that he wasn’t the only one who had felt it. He wondered if he was going to die for the rate of his heart had increased greatly.

Izar shrugged as if he was really thinking about it but he had already decided on the answer, “Well, I guess I could stay for breakfast.” He said tapping his chin and nodding. He grinned and laughed, “Yeah, force of habit I guess.” He moved his hands back and rubbed the spot that Masinori had showed him last night. It gave him a little bit of relief. Izar shook his head, “No, I don’t really have anything going on ever…” He shrugged to himself then bit back a yelp of surprise as Masinori shoved him toward the door. Izar crossed his arms and pouted. His small statue was both a blessing and a curse. At the moment it was a curse and he allowed himself to be forced to the kitchen. “Just because I’m small…” He began not finishing the threat but casting a mischievous glance at Masinori over his shoulder.

Izar shrugged but remembered his pill and disappeared for a moment to dig in his bag. He pulled it out and swallowed it uncomfortably without water and came back into the kitchen. He blinked watching Masinori’s roommate move out of the room past him. She looked as though she had been born like that, with no scars marring her, or any circles under her eyes. He blinked that wasn’t normal… was it? He shook it off and looked back at Masinori and shrugged. He totally missed what had just happened. He saw the coffee. He wasn’t a fan of coffee and neither was anyone who was around him when he had it. He got hyper really fast and seemed to be insanely energetic when he had it. He reminded himself to decline if offered. His headache eased and he could look out the window without his eyes wincing at the sunlight.

Izar had been so lost in his thoughts that he hadn’t even noticed that Masinori had gone in search of food. He smiled coming back to the present. “Cinnamon waffles?” He asked, he’d never had waffles much less cinnamon ones. Izar shrugged, “No I’ve never had them before, but lets see if science prevails.” He smiled and resisted letting his eyes widen as Masinori took out the ingredients as if he was going to bake them himself. Izar burned water. Ironically enough the only thing he could successfully bake was bread. He smiled as Masinori got out a box and stated that he didn’t bake. Izar tried not to laugh, Masinori’s pose disagreed with his statement and he smiled, “Sure why not.” He grinned feeling hungry finally.