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Post by DAMIEN DEMETRI on Aug 3, 2010 18:45:35 GMT -5
 and i'll be here by the ocean just waiting for proofTHAT THERE'S SUNSETS IN SILHOUETTE DREAMS
The cool, evening wind bit at his skin but he didn’t seem to care. Right now, he felt as if he were on top of the world. With a gorgeous sunset painting the sky hues of gold, pink, violet, and red, it was no wonder. To be in the presence of something so magnificent, so breath taking, it felt amazing. And the fact that it was a sunset over the ocean… Wow. He could see all the colors reflected in the chilling ocean like some mirror capturing the captivating beauty of life before death. Morbid as it was, that was what a sunset was. The beauty in fire right before the flame expires. Life being willed away by death…
It was sad how many people overlooked such a breath taking moment every day. They were always so busy with other things. Not that Damien wasn’t busy. He taught French at the local academy, was one of the better chefs at a decent restaurant not too far from the beach, and had to take care of countless animals… However, he always found time to relax and take in the beauty that surrounded the small town. Some would say that there was nothing to do around here – all the bars and nightclubs were located at a city near this small town. Though, just because there were no famous hangouts didn’t mean there was nothing to do. Damien was a prime example at the moment.
He tore his crimson eyes away from the dying sky and dropped them to his companion, Marco. A soft smile curled the corners of his lips but it held a ghost of sorrow. He was glad to have Marco at his side, truly he was. He adored Marco to absolutely no end and even if someone were blind, they would be able to see that. Though, sometimes he wished that the large Great Dane wasn’t the only living thing beside him. Sometimes the spotted dog wasn’t the only one. However, today, he was.
Not that he minded too much. Marco was just fine at the moment. The gentle giant was looking to play, though. Damien couldn’t find the energy to run with the dog. Normally he only worked at the academy on the weekdays then tackled short shifts at the restaurant on the weekends. However, today was different. Right after school ended, the restaurant needed him. He had just gotten off about an hour before to go get Marco and take him for the normal evening walk. He didn’t even change clothes. Just loosened his tie, undid a couple of buttons on his shirt, loosened his belt just slightly, and ditched his dress shoes and socks farther up the beach. Yes, he was wearing an annoying tie and a tight shirt with stiff slacks but even those clothes could be classified as comfy if you knew how to work it.
He sighed as he bent forward to pick up a stick. Tapping the end of it against the ground, he started to lead Marco away from the beach. The last thing he needed was a soaking wet dog that was just barely half his size. Loyally, the large bear of a dog followed after the exhausted Damien. He still had tests to grade when he got home and fed the animals. Wasn’t that just a treat? He’d much rather just stay out here for a few more hours. Though, he still hadn’t fed Marco, either…
He was heading toward one of his favorite spots despite that. It was the next best – if not the best – place to watch the sun disappear on the horizon. That’s right. Damien was heading on up the cliff that was perched above the beach. Though, it probably wasn’t the brightest idea to hike on up without any shoes. Occasionally Damien would have to pause to dislodge a small pebble or rock from his foot but he kept on climbing. The view was worth it…
He and Marco had a front row seat to watch the sunset, standing high above the beach. The smile on his lips grew wider at the pure beauty. It was perfect. And no one could ruin it.
[/blockquote][/blockquote][/justify] while all my sand castles fall like the ashes of
CIGARETTES AND EVERY WAVE DRAGS ME TO SEA
Tags: Anyone~ It's open
Lyrics: You be the Anchor That Keeps My Feet on the Ground and I'll be Wings That Keeps Your Heart in the Clouds by Mayday Parade
Notes: Boring post is boring~ Someone come and play with Damien and Marco, please? 83
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Post by FAKHIR KHEPRI on Aug 4, 2010 16:04:40 GMT -5
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i bet you thought that i was soft and sweet
you thought an angel swept you off your feet[/color] -------------------------------------------[/size][/font][/center] Cats were supposed to hate water, right? Oh, what a silly stereotype. True, Fakhir wasn't all that fond of getting wet on a regular basis, but the beach often offered an exception he couldn't pass up. The Bakeneko was very fond of sand beneath his feet and the salty breeze in his hair. Not exactly an amazing swimmer, he still enjoyed diving beneath a few waves to cool himself off. It was an excellent way to relieve the tension when school was rough or when many of his needs weren't being met. The foreigner was quite the greedy kitten, such was no secret. Today had been a bit too dull and stiff for Fakhir. A teacher had scolded him for not turning in an essay on time and he'd stumbled upon a disgusting make-out session going on in the bathrooms. Not that he had a problem with public displays of affection... It was the heterosexuality that had curled his lip in distaste. Watching a girl fondle a perfectly attractive young man was so disheartening sometimes. The boy could've done so much better. Oh, and he had failed to prepare for a pop quiz which had resulted in more lecturing from more snippy adults. The lot of them needed to get laid. Maybe that would keep the edge out of their voice, hm?
The beach was calming... the beach was nice. He'd driven straight there after school a while ago, parking his motorcycle at the lot and sauntering over with a tune hummed in the back of his throat. For a while, there had been plenty of others around. Fakhir hadn't minded, but he'd chosen to keep to himself rather than attempt to chat up any of the handsome beach-goers. He'd merely sprawled out on the sand for a nice nap with a towel over his head to keep from getting burnt by the sun and had even gone out into the sea for a bit. It was as the sun began to lower into the horizon that the Egyptian had finally lost interest in isolating himself. From the waves he stepped, tossing out his hair and flicking out the water. He'd been wearing boxers, of course, and simply waited a few minutes to dry a little in the descending sun before he pulled on his fitted black pants. He decided not to bother with his cropped shirt at the moment. Complimenting as the purple fabric was to his eyes, he liked the feeling of water lingering along each curve of muscle; the way the salt clung to his bronze skin and the way the warmth of the sun's dying rays seemed to pool in certain spots like the small of his back or the dip of his clavicle.
Deciding he still needed a bit of a walk before heading back to the dorms, he tucked his shirt in his bag and hid it away between some of the rocks at the base of the cliff. He felt no need to carry it all, especially when it wasn't of much value anyway. But, to be honest, he didn't exactly like the idea of hiking up the side of cliff. It wasn't because he was uncoordinated, but because he was a lazy teenager who felt he'd already dealt with enough strain for the moment. However, he also couldn't be bothered finding the proper way up the cliff. So, coming to a solution as he cast a cautious look around the area, he transformed. In his feline form, Fakhir was much more agile, swift, and sure on his feet... which was certainly saying something. The gold, black-marked cat set to work climbing the rocks with ease. It was when he finally came to the top that he glanced over at the sun as it finally began sinking down into the darkening sea. For now, he noticed that he was alone. Good... He liked being alone sometimes. After a long day of being a bad student and a jealous bitch, the idea of solitude was very appealing to .
Still as a cat, he sat and looked over the scene with the tip of his tail twitching in idle thought. He was almost tempted to curl up and nap again (true to his feline nature), but he heard new footsteps advancing upon his momentary sanctuary. His clever eyes flickered immediately on the area from where the sounds came, shifting to stand again as he wondered if this new arrival was worth the effort to move from his spot. Then, the thick scent of dog caught his nose and his fur bristled. Dogs didn't really frighten him, to be honest, but this one smelt big... big and possibly hopeful for a chase. So with a light, disgruntled hiss, Fakhir bounded over behind a rock to separate himself from the approaching duo. Body held low to the ground to keep himself hidden, he was already wishing he'd just decided to head home. If this person was a human, he couldn't revert back to his own human guise when in front of them. He'd be stuck like this and forced to deal with a huge dog. Not exactly the ideal situation for this Bakeneko. As he looked on discreetly, however, he recognized the face of the man who had climbed into view to watch the sunset. Mr. Demetri?
Though it didn't show too well on his feline face, Fakhir was smirking. He'd found himself in the company of one of the sexiest teachers in school. If anything could brighten his day, perhaps this could? He certainly had his hopes. He sent a wary glance to the Great Dane as he slowly, carefully slunk out from his hiding place behind the rock. He moved with languid ease just like any cat, though it was almost as though he was hoping to seduce the man with this as well. He stretched his long body in an arch of his flexible spine and purred with amusement. The Egyptian Mau did not move too close, however; no, not with the dog there. But it was almost as though the cat was trying to tease the man, rubbing his side along another rock in a sensual, fluid motion of his body and then pausing to look right at him with a soft mewl. He wasn't sure if his French teacher would recognize him like this. Was it in their files somewhere? Did Yokai and Elementals have a sixth sense or something? Well, he'd revert to his human guise soon enough. But, at the moment, this seemed like fun. This was definitely a delightful sight and he wanted to milk it for all it was worth. So he roamed closer, tail held high as he looked at him with bemused, lilac eyes that seemed to say, Hello, sexy.
tag; damien, yum yum.
notes; gah, all rambly. i hope this is okay, though. ): have a kitten~?
listening to; for your entertainment by adam lambert (of course)
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Post by DAMIEN DEMETRI on Aug 6, 2010 19:50:42 GMT -5
and i'll be here by the ocean just waiting for proofTHAT THERE'S SUNSETS IN SILHOUETTE DREAMS
The tranquil silence that had blanketed his world was suddenly broken by none other than Marco. A low, soft rumble of a growl vibrated the dog’s chest and sliced into the air. It took a moment for Damien to be pulled from his thoughts and acknowledge the fact that something had caught the Great Dane’s attention. Slowly, he tilted his head to look down at the massive dog at his side before his eyes scanned the area. He didn’t see anything. So what had caused his gentle giant to growl? Arching an eyebrow he seemed a little confused. In an attempt to settle his companion, Damien rested a gentle hand on the dog’s head, his thumb rubbing behind the dog’s ear. This seemed to quiet him but Marco’s eyes were still trained on a grouping of rocks. Was something behind there? Damien couldn’t see anything. He gazed at the rocks for a moment as if expecting the answer to just leap out from behind them. However, nothing seemed to come. With a soft sigh, his gaze returned to Marco. “What is it, boy?”
Right then, his question was answered. Slinking out from behind the rocks appeared a rather gorgeous cat. The fur on the animal was quite beautiful. Bronze like sand and spotted with black rings around the tail. Quite the beautiful creature he was. With a gentle smile, he watched the cat roam and ease about, stretching. Damien made sure to move Marco so that he was between cat and dog. Though, it was a difficult little move. Marco seemed ecstatic to have discovered the small creature like he did. His tail was wagging happily and his tongue lolled from his jowls. With an excited bark, Damien turned toward the dog and patted his rump. “Sit, Marco,” he commanded softly. Obediently, the giant sat but with the protest of a pleading whine. Damien ignored it.
He returned his attention back to the cat that had seemingly appeared out of nowhere as he slowly kneeled beside Marco so he could get a better look. He didn’t recognize it… Though, with the pelt, he could only assume that it was an almost exotic breed. This kitten surely wasn’t like the normal domestic house cats that were typical of America. He wasn’t a tabby nor a calico or any other breed that floated to the top of Damien’s mind. But he had seen a cat like this before.
He kept his gaze on the cat, watching it with a certain interest. Slowly, gingerly, Damien reached out toward the cat wondering if it would allow him to pet it. “Come here~,” he cooed softly, hoping to coax the cat closer, “I won’t hurt you.” His smile grew wider as he caught the attention of the cat. Though, the smile faded when he noticed something peculiar.
The cat had lavender eyes. Any person with half a brain would know that a normal cat didn’t have lavender eyes. Their shades ranged from orange to green and green to yellow – even blue. But he had never heard of cat’s eyes holding the hue of lavender. Things started to click in the teacher’s mind.
This kitten was a yokai. A bakeneko to be exact. He should have expected it, honestly. He was the exact same and, in this small town, yokai were quite the common thing. Slowly, he withdrew his hand and stared at the animal, trying to fit all the puzzle pieces together: the lavender eyes, the eccentric pattern on the cat’s coat… Suddenly, the breed of the cat hit him. Egyptian Mau. The keyword being ‘Egyptian.’
“Fakhir…?” His voice was laced with confusion, as was his expression. Of all the people he’d thought he’d run in to, he never expected it to be one of his students. However, at the same time, Fakhir was really the only obvious choice. The teenager had lavender eyes and was Egyptian.
Tilting his head just a fraction, his crimson orbs never left him. Though, despite it all, he couldn’t help the small smile that seemed to twitch at the corners of his lips, forcing its way into his features. He was surprised to see a student here but it seemed that he couldn’t help the small twinge of – what was it? Happiness? As weird as it is, could he be happy to see the student?
Damien suddenly had the urge to take the form of a cat as well – to join Fakhir in their beastly state. Though, he knew he shouldn’t. If he were to transform into his ebony form, Marco wouldn’t be able to be controlled. The giant dog would have a major advantage against the two of them. No, Damien couldn’t morph even if he wanted to.
Once again, he extended his hand toward Fakhir, a curious shine glinting in his eyes. He attempted to coax him closer, a soft purr radiating from his throat. He really had no theory behind his madness as to why he was trying to ease the cat closer. He knew he shouldn’t. Not with Marco. Though, maybe he could get Fakhir to revert back to his human form. But even if Marco wasn’t there, he shouldn’t be trying to do anything with Fakhir. So easily a relationship between a student and teacher could take a turn for the… inappropriate and illegal.
He just couldn’t help it. There was something behind his actions. He just couldn’t put his finger on it.
[/blockquote][/blockquote][/justify] while all my sand castles fall like the ashes of
CIGARETTES AND EVERY WAVE DRAGS ME TO SEA
Tags: The lovely Fakhir ♥
Lyrics: You be the Anchor That Keeps My Feet on the Ground and I'll be Wings That Keeps Your Heart in the Clouds by Mayday Parade
Notes: Yeah.. This is obviously not one of my better posts. :< I'm sorry, Nat ♥ I promise they'll get better~
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Post by FAKHIR KHEPRI on Aug 10, 2010 16:14:04 GMT -5
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i bet you thought that i was soft and sweet
you thought an angel swept you off your feet [/color] -------------------------------------------[/size][/font][/center] The coo of his teacher's voice was quite the inviting sound, enticing his curiosity all the more as he slunk closer on languid strides. Oh, but he shouldn't have been such a curious cat. Damien was a teacher; a man who was, by law, off limits. But when had anything stopped Fakhir before? He was merely amused at the moment. Was there any harm in that? No need to sound the alarms just yet... though that look in his eyes was not one that seemed to suggest he'd be backing off anytime soon. But, like any good feline, perhaps Fakhir was just looking for someone to keep him entertained for the moment. Perhaps, perhaps... Whatever the case, he did not find himself deterred by the large dog's excited noises and the potential threat he might be. He had his wits about him, as always. No need to fear one dangerous element in an environment that was his to command. Had he really fooled Mr. Demetri into believing he was just some roaming cat on its own? A sleek, exotic stray? It was just as he considered this when he took note of how the man's smile had begun to fade. Heh. Looks like he'd begun to figure it out. Would this put a damper on his fun, then? Was he going to be a mature adult and leave him be once he deduced his identity? Fakhir really wasn't sure what to predict just yet. It would be interesting to find out... even if it did result in his own fun being spoiled for the day.
The man said his name. Ah, so he was really that obvious, hm? He blamed the striking nature of his breed. He was Egyptian through and through and his cat-transformation reflected that quite clearly. His eyes, too, seemed to be a dead give-away. The bemused Bakeneko was thankful none of the human students and staff put that together as easily as Damien, but perhaps that was because humans didn't know to question these details. Though it didn't show on his mouth, there was a mental grin spreading inside his mind; wide and sly and all the more curious to see what his French teacher would do. He offered a mewl of confirmation to assure him that, yes, he was Fakhir... but he was not quite inclined to revert back to his human form. He wanted to see what would come of this, first; of how close Damien might let him slink. At first, he'd figured the teacher would tell him off and be on his way. But, instead, he noticed that Damien's smile had returned. Oh... Well, this was interesting. Maybe his presence wouldn't be as unwelcome as he'd begun to consider. His cat eyes narrowed as they observed the man's face; No, not in hostility, but in thought. How might this encounter turn? What intentions had the Egyptian approached him with? Even he wasn't quite sure... So, deciding not to think too much on it, he blamed animal magnetism and the Frenchman's stunning eyes. Forbidden or not, he was sexy. There was no denying it... nor any attempt to do so.
It was when Damien reached out to him again with a hand that Fakhir felt the prickle of anticipation along the ridge of his spine. His eyes were fixed intently on the man's own stare as he stepped closer. He heard his purr -- inciting another prickle along his neck -- and returned it with one of his own. It was a deep, pleased sound in the depths of his chest and it vibrated through his body as he leaned the back of his head against Damien's outstretched palm. He continued to slink forward, arching his back to encourage a stroke from his hand before pausing very close in front of him, eyes glancing lazily up at his face. Again, they seemed to smile for him where his lips could not. And, after a moment of staring, the cat began to change shape. The Egyptian Mau was replaced by an Egyptian man, who was kneeling in front of him with a smirk on his face. He was still only wearing his black pants, exposing his tattooed back to the dying sun behind him while savoring the way the breeze skimmed along his chest. This... probably wasn't the proper way to dress around a teacher, but Fakhir clearly didn't think this was too much of an issue. He just continued to smirk up at him, fingers rising only to flick at one of his gold earrings as he cocked his head a little and spoke in a purr to rival the one he'd made as a cat. "Looks like you figured me out, Mr. Demetri. Shall I give you a gold star?" Yes, he was aware of how close their faces were. Yes, he was still smirking like a fox. And, yes... he was still very much aware of how inappropriate this was. That's what made it fun.
tag; damiennn. <3
notes; ffs. the manwhore is back in business. your post was fine, btw. i'm sorry this took a little longer to post than i intended. ): but my fakhir muse is back, bby.
listening to; fever by adam lambert
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