May 27, 2017 21:39:03 GMT -5
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May 27, 2017 2:01:06 GMT -5
Post by mustang on May 27, 2017 2:01:06 GMT -5
| So we said that we'd leave early, get some pizza later But my hands go down your jeans and you distract the waiter Until we take it somewhere better like the elevator | He hadn't expected such a illustrious sort of event to take place. The claymore had recently been just busy in every way imaginable, first he met his best friend, then joined a guild. They were taking out bounties, something that still left a mark on Mustang. Even if there was just missing pixels, the scars felt real to him, like they were still there. Even if the game engine allowed him to regenerate that over time, however now it was time to relax and party! What a better way then to celebrate in the scenery of their new zone! There was something even more special about this, the brash and daring defender came dressed for the occasion. His dark midnight blue yukata shimmering among the night sky, his eye nervously scanning as he walked through the crowd. His attention shifting from the many stalls, to the other flashy yukata's around him. But he was looking more so for his friend who agreed to meet him. After all, there was no way he would wear something like this, there was a small error or maybe the pervy devs choose this, but the end of his robe ended just above his knees. Showing a bit more skin then he felt comfortable with, for Beat's sake. Still his eyes wandered as he thought that maybe they should have ran into each other by now. beat 1/5 |
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May 27, 2017 20:03:53 GMT -5
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May 27, 2017 18:40:10 GMT -5
Post by beat on May 27, 2017 18:40:10 GMT -5
[attr="class","backg"] [attr="class","lyric1"]i'm feeling electric tonight [attr="class","lyricbg"] [attr="class","lyric2"]Cruising down the coast goin' 'bout 99
Got my bad baby by my heavenly side
I know if I go, I'll die happy tonight
 [attr="class","textbod"]The gentle creaking of merchant carts balanced the profound sounds of the fireworks. Overhead, the tower stood solemnly. Although the festival celebrated the dead, Beat nibbled on the slight sadness palpable in the air. The most recent raid had torn a chunk out of the gaming populace—but then again, every raid did.
Beat wondered if the world would soon whittle down to a few participants wandering the forsaken plane. He wasn't sure how he survived this far, really. Sports were his forte. Not games. But he soon corrected his doubts as he saw Mustang, dressed handsomely for the occasion, waiting ahead. He had much to be thankful for.
Moonlight paved the path toward Mustang. Beat was dressed in casual clothes. Being dressed in armours didn't feel right tonight. Quietly, he sneaked upon the man and held his breath to stifle any noise.
Draping his arm over the man's shoulders, Beat announced his presence physically and with a muted whisper:
"Hey."
He grinned preemptively for the man's reaction.
"Lookin' good, buddy."
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May 29, 2017 0:15:51 GMT -5
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May 27, 2017 22:37:00 GMT -5
Post by mustang on May 27, 2017 22:37:00 GMT -5
| So we said that we'd leave early, get some pizza later But my hands go down your jeans and you distract the waiter Until we take it somewhere better like the elevator | Mustang felt far too exposed for his own good, but that didn't take away from how comfortable he felt. The air was warm with the abundant lanterns and stalls, it was enough to take away from what would have been a cold night at any other time. The idea of what Beat's first reactions would be crucial, he had done this for him. The small doubt in his mind trickled in as he thought of just being laughed at. The sudden sling of a arm caused the black haired man to jump slightly. The sensual whisper was a mixture of pleasure and shock to him. As for a moment he had thought that it was just a random man attempting to hit on him, that was his instinctual reaction. But he soon calmed as he looked to see that it was just the man he had been looking for. A long sigh expelling from Mustang as he leaned his neck back. A light chuckle as he leaned back even further, till the back of his head hit his arm. "Scared me for a second, you ass." The familiar smile growing across his face as he looked back to him. "I wanted to be pretty for you." He joked in a exaggerated tone, playing further into it by wrapping his own arm around his waist and leaning in. As if he was about to go in for a kiss. beat |
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May 28, 2017 16:26:29 GMT -5
Post by beat on May 28, 2017 16:26:29 GMT -5
[attr="class","backg"] [attr="class","lyric1"]i'm feeling electric tonight [attr="class","lyricbg"] [attr="class","lyric2"]Cruising down the coast goin' 'bout 99
Got my bad baby by my heavenly side
I know if I go, I'll die happy tonight
[attr="class","textbod"]For the time, Beat forgot that this was a game. Sure, the setting was incredibly fantastical. Men and women wielding oversized axes and sporting cosmetic tails was no factor in real life, but gradually, in shades, Beat came to accept this as the regular. As the normal. Ordinary life. Maybe, just maybe, he'd forget about the world out there. After draping his arm, Beat leaned into Mustang lazily. The fatigue of his lengthy walk crept in as he indulged in the tiniest taste of peace. He chuckled. Mustang's good humours were contagious, easily entertained. And now, as Mustang slathered on charm, Beat wasn't sure if it was a joke anymore. He gulped. His Adam's apple bobbed nervously, and Beat began to sweat. But it was a joke right? The blond was conflicted. Unsure how to decode the situation, but in order to satisfy the multiple choice of Mustang's jest and Beat's inner desire, the blond played the part—convincingly and slyly. Beat leaned in against Mustang and matched his closeness. Nesting his forehead on Mustang's, the Drummer Boy mirrored his partner's smile and set his waist in his arm. "Well, you're doing a good job of that." Beat said. The blond moved in closer, mimicking Mustang's courtship, and willing to push the envelope as much as the other would. If he was. mustang[attr="class","cred"]MADE BY VEL OF GS + WW[googlefont=Dancing Script] [newclass=.backg]width:410px;background:url('http://i.imgur.com/EW4ErrI.png');border-top:10px solid #eeb900;border-bottom:10px solid #eeb900;[/newclass] [newclass=.lyric1]color:#eeb900;text-shadow:2px 0px #fff,0px 2px #fff,0px -2px #fff,-2px 0px #fff;font:30px Dancing Script;font-weight:bold;margin-bottom:-20px; text-align: left;text-transform:lowercase;margin-left:23px;padding-top:10px;[/newclass] [newclass=.lyric2]font:9px Verdana;line-height:9px;text-align:justify;color:#a28bb1;text-transform:uppercase;float:left;margin-top:-8px;[/newclass] [newclass=.lyricbg]padding:20px;background:#fff;margin-left:20px;border-bottom:2px #bfcddd solid;[/newclass] [newclass=.textbod]width:300px;font:10px Verdana;text-align:justify;padding:20px;background:#fff;color:#888;line-height:14px;[/newclass] [newclass=.textbod:hover b]color: #b57d04;transition: 0.8s ease; -moz-transition: 0.8s ease; -webkit-transition: 0.8s ease;[/newclass] [newclass=.lyric1:hover]color:#6699ee;text-shadow:2px 0px #fff,0px 2px #fff,0px -2px #fff,-2px 0px #fff;font:30px Dancing Script;font-weight:bold;margin-bottom:-20px; text-align: left;text-transform:lowercase;margin-left:23px;padding-top:10px;transition: 1s ease; -moz-transition: 1s ease; -webkit-transition: 1s ease;[/newclass] [newclass=.cred]text-align:center;font-size:6pt;color:rgb(132, 132, 132);letter-spacing:1px;font-family:verdana;[/newclass] [newclass=.cred a]color:rgb(132, 132, 132);[/newclass]
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May 29, 2017 11:05:30 GMT -5
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May 29, 2017 0:41:58 GMT -5
Post by mustang on May 29, 2017 0:41:58 GMT -5
| So we said that we'd leave early, get some pizza later But my hands go down your jeans and you distract the waiter Until we take it somewhere better like the elevator | Was it actually a joke or perhaps it was actually something more? Something that Beat secretly had hoped, Mustang had originally meant only to fluster him with his charm. But all the emotions that came with Beat were confusing, even the familiarity he had felt when the two had first met. So was he only actually joking? Mustang's heart beating faster was telling him that he might have only been lying to himself. Mustang's face turned flush as his blonde partner played coy. Their own foreheads touching in a type of fondness that you could only find in stories. A prince that sweeps the girl off her feet and all of that make believe junk. The raven hair's fingers tugged on the edge of his shirt as he closed his eyes for a moment, hesitating on moving any closer. Why was their doubt clawing at his mind, why was he scared? Mustang wouldn't tell Beat those reasons, he just looked back into eyes. A quick smile and he leaned in, attempting to press his lips against his friends. The only thing stopping him now was if Beat was serious enough to stop him. beat |
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May 29, 2017 5:06:05 GMT -5
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May 29, 2017 4:58:32 GMT -5
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Post by beat on May 29, 2017 4:58:32 GMT -5
[attr="class","backg"] [attr="class","lyric1"]i'm feeling electric tonight [attr="class","lyricbg"] [attr="class","lyric2"]Cruising down the coast goin' 'bout 99
Got my bad baby by my heavenly side
I know if I go, I'll die happy tonight
 [attr="class","textbod"]Beat's heart pounded hard in his chest. And like the beat of any drum, his heart kept time with the gymnastics of their guesswork. Although he flawlessly played the part of their comedic duo, Beat felt butterflies. Winged stage fright. They bounced around his guts and tickled the walls of his stomach with their kaleidoscopic scales. And as Mustang's face flourished into a gradient of pink, inching closer and wavering with the frustrating intensity of the unknown, Beat faced the unfamiliar the only way he knew how: head first. Closing his eyes, Beat's pink lips met Mustang's kiss and delicately tugged. The blond's heartbeat throbbed loudly. Beat's strong hands clung onto Mustang's back as his thoughts were consumed by the man's scent, the softness of his lips, the heat shared between their bodies as he pressed closer against him. Finally, the sensual tickle of their lips parting ended the heady whirl and stole away his shallow breath. Dread soon followed like the cold air that pooled between their faces. Shit. Eyes open wide, Beat fumbled backwards. "Ah shit. Oh shit." Beat grabbed his mouth, his face. "Ah shit, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to. Fuck. I messed up didn't I? Shit, shit, shit!"He took another step back. Foolishly, he misread confirmation as a selfish falter. Yet, his heartbeat fired ceaselessly like fireworks exploding against the inside of his chest. mustang | 3/5 [attr="class","cred"]MADE BY VEL OF GS + WW[googlefont=Dancing Script] [newclass=.backg]width:410px;background:url('http://i.imgur.com/EW4ErrI.png');border-top:10px solid #eeb900;border-bottom:10px solid #eeb900;[/newclass] [newclass=.lyric1]color:#eeb900;text-shadow:2px 0px #fff,0px 2px #fff,0px -2px #fff,-2px 0px #fff;font:30px Dancing Script;font-weight:bold;margin-bottom:-20px; text-align: left;text-transform:lowercase;margin-left:23px;padding-top:10px;[/newclass] [newclass=.lyric2]font:9px Verdana;line-height:9px;text-align:justify;color:#a28bb1;text-transform:uppercase;float:left;margin-top:-8px;[/newclass] [newclass=.lyricbg]padding:20px;background:#fff;margin-left:20px;border-bottom:2px #bfcddd solid;[/newclass] [newclass=.textbod]width:300px;font:10px Verdana;text-align:justify;padding:20px;background:#fff;color:#888;line-height:14px;[/newclass] [newclass=.textbod:hover b]color: #b57d04;transition: 0.8s ease; -moz-transition: 0.8s ease; -webkit-transition: 0.8s ease;[/newclass] [newclass=.lyric1:hover]color:#6699ee;text-shadow:2px 0px #fff,0px 2px #fff,0px -2px #fff,-2px 0px #fff;font:30px Dancing Script;font-weight:bold;margin-bottom:-20px; text-align: left;text-transform:lowercase;margin-left:23px;padding-top:10px;transition: 1s ease; -moz-transition: 1s ease; -webkit-transition: 1s ease;[/newclass] [newclass=.cred]text-align:center;font-size:6pt;color:rgb(132, 132, 132);letter-spacing:1px;font-family:verdana;[/newclass] [newclass=.cred a]color:rgb(132, 132, 132);[/newclass]
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May 29, 2017 16:26:51 GMT -5
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May 29, 2017 11:26:23 GMT -5
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Post by mustang on May 29, 2017 11:26:23 GMT -5
| So we said that we'd leave early, get some pizza later But my hands go down your jeans and you distract the waiter Until we take it somewhere better like the elevator | The raven haired man tugged even tighter on his shirt as could feel the sped breath of Beat. He was so close and at this point closed his eyes, he was trusting him to not hurt him. But even still the light moan of anxiety echoed out for moment, Mustang felt like it was taking a eternity to get to this point. His own lips made contact with something soft, a audible low shock coming from him. But the softness of Beat's lips almost made him melt in his arms as he felt a rush of warmth. His own lips pressing and his own head dipping forward as he began to feel his friend move. There was lust to it, a message asking to not leave. But the moment was soon cut short, left with the pink in his cheeks, Mustang looked up to him. Blank faced expression met with Beat's, as his grip was torn away from him. What had once been his close confident and best fucking friend turned into a bumbling fool. Like was it just meant to mess with him, the man's solid face of granite like confusion broke. "You fucking...idiot." The words stabbed and twisted with the third as Mustang glared at his lover. "Fine. I'll just leave I guess." His arms crossing and he began to turn away from Beat. How dare he?! Mustang began to storm off and away from his former friend, trying to cover up his emotions with anger as water began to build up in his eyes. beat 4/5 |
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May 29, 2017 16:22:14 GMT -5
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Post by beat on May 29, 2017 16:22:14 GMT -5
[attr="class","backg"] [attr="class","lyric1"]i'm feeling electric tonight [attr="class","lyricbg"] [attr="class","lyric2"]Cruising down the coast goin' 'bout 99
Got my bad baby by my heavenly side
I know if I go, I'll die happy tonight
[attr="class","textbod"]Beat did not want to let go. It had been so long. No, too long. Too long since had he felt something like this, shared it with another, the vague bundle of want and warmth that briefly formed during their physical union. When was the last time he had even kissed someone? Suddenly, the unsurmountable pressures of the game—and of the fragility of friendship, all of these expectations and ill-defined weights on Beat's heart fought back against the rhythms of his conscious. Beat could not explain his feelings thoroughly. And although he considered himself in tune with his emotions, the nebulous idea of love was knotted with the worry of preservation and future pain. "No... I didn't say that." Beat grasped for Mustang's arm. "No, fuck. Mustang, man. You were serious, right? This wasn't... Hey, stop!"Beat's hand slipped from Mustang's arm as he began to storm away. Yet, the blond persisted. He pursued him firmly and grabbed his shoulder. "Wait! Mustang!"mustang | 4/5 [attr="class","cred"]MADE BY VEL OF GS + WW[googlefont=Dancing Script] [newclass=.backg]width:410px;background:url('http://i.imgur.com/EW4ErrI.png');border-top:10px solid #eeb900;border-bottom:10px solid #eeb900;[/newclass] [newclass=.lyric1]color:#eeb900;text-shadow:2px 0px #fff,0px 2px #fff,0px -2px #fff,-2px 0px #fff;font:30px Dancing Script;font-weight:bold;margin-bottom:-20px; text-align: left;text-transform:lowercase;margin-left:23px;padding-top:10px;[/newclass] [newclass=.lyric2]font:9px Verdana;line-height:9px;text-align:justify;color:#a28bb1;text-transform:uppercase;float:left;margin-top:-8px;[/newclass] [newclass=.lyricbg]padding:20px;background:#fff;margin-left:20px;border-bottom:2px #bfcddd solid;[/newclass] [newclass=.textbod]width:300px;font:10px Verdana;text-align:justify;padding:20px;background:#fff;color:#888;line-height:14px;[/newclass] [newclass=.textbod:hover b]color: #b57d04;transition: 0.8s ease; -moz-transition: 0.8s ease; -webkit-transition: 0.8s ease;[/newclass] [newclass=.lyric1:hover]color:#6699ee;text-shadow:2px 0px #fff,0px 2px #fff,0px -2px #fff,-2px 0px #fff;font:30px Dancing Script;font-weight:bold;margin-bottom:-20px; text-align: left;text-transform:lowercase;margin-left:23px;padding-top:10px;transition: 1s ease; -moz-transition: 1s ease; -webkit-transition: 1s ease;[/newclass] [newclass=.cred]text-align:center;font-size:6pt;color:rgb(132, 132, 132);letter-spacing:1px;font-family:verdana;[/newclass] [newclass=.cred a]color:rgb(132, 132, 132);[/newclass]
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May 29, 2017 22:13:02 GMT -5
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May 29, 2017 16:56:43 GMT -5
Post by mustang on May 29, 2017 16:56:43 GMT -5
| So we said that we'd leave early, get some pizza later But my hands go down your jeans and you distract the waiter Until we take it somewhere better like the elevator | The once blooming flower was quickly withering and dying. His own emotions were so volatile towards Beat in the moment. He didn't like this situation, so there wasn't any point in trying to talk through this. Marcus just wanted to get out of here, away from these people and away from him. There wouldn't be any stopping him from his goal of escape. Including his friend. "Just stop!" He snapped as he ripped his hand away from Beat initially. Even with all of the signs that he was fed up, the blonde kept persisting. However this time it wouldn't just a simple rip away from his hand. "I'm done, alright?! If you didn't fu-" His rant cut short as his temper continued to build as he felt firm hands now placed on his shoulders. Why was he fighting so hard? Enough was enough for him, he initially swung his arm back to knock his arms free. But with such frustration, the tears were streaming and he was in complete control of his body. His fist knocking right into Beat's jaw, with more force then he ever intended. Mustang was at least able to notice he had hit the familiar jaw line of Beat. Turning back to face him, he shook his head at him. "Serious dude, I don't want to see you..." His voice cracked as he tried pleading with him once more. It just wasn't right for them anymore. "Leave me alone..." He said as he began to wipe the tears from his eyes. Mustang left in hurry after, faster then Beat could chase him after being knocked by his fist. beat 5/5 |
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May 29, 2017 17:18:39 GMT -5
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May 29, 2017 17:14:23 GMT -5
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Post by beat on May 29, 2017 17:14:23 GMT -5
[attr="class","backg"] [attr="class","lyric1"]i'm feeling electric tonight [attr="class","lyricbg"] [attr="class","lyric2"]Cruising down the coast goin' 'bout 99
Got my bad baby by my heavenly side
I know if I go, I'll die happy tonight
[attr="class","textbod"]Things had turned to shit so quickly. How? What was supposed to be a chill night had derailed dramatically, and yet the dumb tower remained still as if to mock the trivial matters of the living. This was a festival for the dead, after all. Everything else was commercial. Mustang's sharp retreat only engaged with Beat's stubborn drive. He needed control. And like his namesake, Mustang was speeding away so quickly. How could Beat catch up when he felt as if he was plummeting away? But falling was easy when the only way was down. "Just hold on a mo—" Beat's head snapped back. Although the game programmed for the desensitization of pain, the punch felt explosive. The shock spread from his jaw all the way to his brain and ensnared time as Beat shut down. His limbs fell limply to his sides; the strong arms he possessed seemed so weak, so helpless when confronted with Mustang's overwhelming resentment. Beat couldn't say anything. His words were lost in the sight of Mustang's tears—and then, his back. As he departed, Beat's fingers trembled, remembering the feeling of clutching the other. Yet, the sensation soon became foreign. Toppling away as Beat stood alone in the middle of the festival's streets. He fell to a seat. And for the rest of the night, Beat flicked his friends' list on and off, wondering if his name would stay. mustang | 5/5 [attr="class","cred"]MADE BY VEL OF GS + WW[googlefont=Dancing Script] [newclass=.backg]width:410px;background:url('http://i.imgur.com/EW4ErrI.png');border-top:10px solid #eeb900;border-bottom:10px solid #eeb900;[/newclass] [newclass=.lyric1]color:#eeb900;text-shadow:2px 0px #fff,0px 2px #fff,0px -2px #fff,-2px 0px #fff;font:30px Dancing Script;font-weight:bold;margin-bottom:-20px; text-align: left;text-transform:lowercase;margin-left:23px;padding-top:10px;[/newclass] [newclass=.lyric2]font:9px Verdana;line-height:9px;text-align:justify;color:#a28bb1;text-transform:uppercase;float:left;margin-top:-8px;[/newclass] [newclass=.lyricbg]padding:20px;background:#fff;margin-left:20px;border-bottom:2px #bfcddd solid;[/newclass] [newclass=.textbod]width:300px;font:10px Verdana;text-align:justify;padding:20px;background:#fff;color:#888;line-height:14px;[/newclass] [newclass=.textbod:hover b]color: #b57d04;transition: 0.8s ease; -moz-transition: 0.8s ease; -webkit-transition: 0.8s ease;[/newclass] [newclass=.lyric1:hover]color:#6699ee;text-shadow:2px 0px #fff,0px 2px #fff,0px -2px #fff,-2px 0px #fff;font:30px Dancing Script;font-weight:bold;margin-bottom:-20px; text-align: left;text-transform:lowercase;margin-left:23px;padding-top:10px;transition: 1s ease; -moz-transition: 1s ease; -webkit-transition: 1s ease;[/newclass] [newclass=.cred]text-align:center;font-size:6pt;color:rgb(132, 132, 132);letter-spacing:1px;font-family:verdana;[/newclass] [newclass=.cred a]color:rgb(132, 132, 132);[/newclass]
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