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 Posted: Sun Jun 30, 2013 6:46 am
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Of Art and Seisons...
During their childhood, Celeste Farrow and Demarco Collins grew up in a simple American town. Their mothers, siblings, thought it was imperative to raise their children in the identical lifestyle. The boys were neighbors, best friends, and--in outside eyes--as close as a pair of cousins can be. Nothing toxic amounted from their youthful relationship or the methods their two families committed towards in providing a sense of family for everyone to grasp on to. However, worlds will soon be ripped apart in the form of tragedy which will throw a rusted dagger at the beating hearts of young Celeste and every member of the Collins family.
A car accident on a Monday morning during summer's break stole eleven year old Celeste's family from him. The deaths of his mother and father shocked everyone to the core but a silver lining revealed itself. The Collins could adopt the single child and raise him as their own. The quest for custody moving forth, the family hadn't realized their efforts to claim the child was in vain. The pre-adolescent was soon adopted by an Australian couple and shipped overseas to the Outback where he will be spending his next six years.
Demarco and Celeste trekked the road of adolescence apart, yet maintained contact through social networking and occasional international lines. While the boys developed into young men, they began keeping secrets not normally solitary to their own persons. An incident occurred in Australia involving an up-incoming photographer during Celeste's fifteenth year which landed him as an adrogynous model after being prompted to take a seasoned model's place after she round up sick. The young man now accepts the chance job, going by the alias Seison (Season). He never revealed his career to his cousin, uncertain of how he would react. Demarco, on the other hand, began to notice an attraction towards men which enlisted feelings of confusion in his heart. Because of his 'afflection', he dove headfirst into the world of art. At first, it was a medium to channel his sexuality then it became an interest of his. Though, he mentioned his artwork to his cousin, he never said why he ventured into the world.
Now, six years after their intial separation, after doing favors to achieve this goal, Demarco ventures to Australia to reunite with his cousin. Little does he know, two worlds will be crashing down. How would this all play out for the young men?
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Posted: Tue Jul 02, 2013 5:15 am
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Demarco Collins
"...Dumb a** headache..." Demarco groaned, taking a masculine swig of his coke bottle while his free thumb and forefinger massaged his left temple in a circular motion. The olive toned teen did not smile and denounce reality as his head throbbed from stress. He flew on a plane for 12+ hours, screwed up his notion of time and space, and crumbled under a new mounting pressure that he couldn't trick his brain into believing his world was grand like finding hidden treasure in a dead grandmother's house kind of grand. He wished he comprehended half the crap these people at the hotel said so he can hunt for an aspirin to condense the migraine but what if the druggie stereotype attached itself to him while he was here? He sure as hell fed the idea to everyone outside of his hometown. He sighed as the strained seemed to be enhanced than fade from existance. Done with thinking, he rolled himself face-down on his unmade bed instead.
In a matter of an half hour, he will be reunited with his younger cousin after six years. His emotional and physical exhaustion won't hinder his meeting with that sprite of a kid. Lifting his head slightly, the nineteen year old smirked, fringing chuckling at the image of Celeste in childhood. Demarco called the latter from his hotel room the second he settled in the winter wonderland hell that was Australia. At any given moment, the reunion playing out would be underway. It would be then and only then where he would put a lid on his physical trauma.
Rolling onto his back, the dark haired teen's fingers trailed idly through his bangs and brushed the overgrown strands out of his eyes. The older man regarded the door which would be the key to a new beginning. His ears pried free of any outdoor obstructions, providing Celeste's knock or phone call with their fullest attention.
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Posted: Tue Jul 02, 2013 8:57 am
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 ८εlεรէε ƒﻪггօա
Celeste mumbled as he sat in a coffee shop, twrilling around his medium-sized cup of coffee. Reluctantly, he let out an espresso and chocolate scented sigh. A few people sat around him, one of them being the person who had offered to pay for the drink in the first place. Perhaps it'd be better to cut some of the coffee people seemed determined to constantly buy for him? It's beginning to go straight to my a**, he thought bitterly, allowing his blue-coloured bangs to shield his similarly coloured eyes. His boss seemed to be all for the idea of colouring his hair, since apparently "more people like blue eye'd blondes than brunettes." Sighing in irritation at the thought of the statement, his thoughts slowly wondered over to the thought of his cousin. Demarco was supposed to be in the country today, right? Sighing, the thought almost annoyed him. How was he supposed to explain the matter of being a model to the guy when it came up?
The boy let out a disgusted huff, tapping his nails against the table as he attempted to think, what could he say for himself? Especially since a majority of his own wardrobe consisted of skirts, dresses, and other non-manly clothes.Getting up and thanking the gent' for the drink, walked off, staring at the sky as he started to the hotel that supposedly the cousin was supposed to be staying at. Quickly, he stopped in his tracks, realizing that he was still in a skirt and baggy shirt that hung off his shoulders.
"Bloody wonderful." The teen model cracked his knuckles before turning tail, hurryingly rushing home to change at least into a pair of skinny jeans rather than the skirt. How would he even react to a male being in a skirt? ...Then again, he had yet to tell his oh-so-dear cousin that his hair was just recently dyed a different colour. Picking up his cellphone, located Marco's number and sent a quick text of "I'll be at the hotel shortly, what's the room number?" before rummaging around for a pair of jeans in hopes it would be something that'd look average on him, since he certainly didn't look the part of male. Maybe at best, he looked the part of a seventeen year old girl, at least that was a good thing when it came to being infront of the camera.
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Posted: Wed Jul 03, 2013 9:45 am
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Demarco Collins
The vibration of his discarded cell phone on the right nightstand by his head summoned the young male from an embarrassing lap of sleep. The staring at the door, as if a mere pup, had been mundane of a ritual that he chatised himself from doing so. With an air of curiousity, the Italian-blooded young man scooped the electronic off the countertop in time with himself lifting onto his rear in a sitting position. His head at the headboard, his dominant left thumb swiped at the screen as he input his password and laid flat on its corner while dark orbs scanned the delivered text. Celeste was on his way...
Demarco's gaze crossed to the LCD clock at the upper-right corner with an irked quirk of his brow. The elder waited damn near two hours, and the kid waited til now to announce his inability to call ahead of time? The artist facepalmed at the abrupt rise in his emotions and forced logic to make him simmer back to neutral. He was beginning to reiterate how pathetic he was, how childish he was flying his colors. It could be because of the years suffered by losing his purpose in life--or a purpose he thought he had by having Celeste around.
Taking another minute to consecutively smack at the center of his forehead until his olive complexion glowed, he grimaced. After feeling at peace with his sharp headache, he assumed a role of texting and sighed after sending a reply. I'll meet you in the lobby. I'm wearing a black long-sleeve.
While waltzing to the front foyer of the hotel, he cursed his luck again by the change in season. How the hell can anyone with an once of sense be fine with it being winter in July? At least, as far as he knew, there was a chill and no sign of lingering snow...
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Posted: Wed Jul 03, 2013 10:44 am
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८εlεรէε ƒﻪггօա
Celete picked his cellphone back up, fixing the belt as he read the text. Black long sleeve shirt? People barely even wore those, it seemed. Probably because it was almost always too hot to wear something like that, and in the town he was in, snow was always fake. That's what it seemed like, at least. But, whatever. Sighing, the teen looked around, tempted to take a few moments to wash out his blue highlights, knowing they would come out with just simply washing his hair. But, he didn't have time for that. Simply, rather, he just picked up his phone and ran out the door, slowing his pace a little so he wouldn't seem rushed.
The boy started twisting the end of his shirt in anxiety, uneasily mumbling to himself. What if he wasn't the same guy as before? They were both teenagers, and Marco was almost in his twenties now. Plus, there were secrets kept, among others that he simply couldn't tell. Perhaps that most commonly guys hit on him, and he rather enjoyed the attention, although a majority of them thought he was female? ...Thinking of it, he hadn't even bothered to explore his own sexuality since it seemed he was always busy doing something else. Perhaps it wouldn't matter anyway. Not many girls showed interest in him, so whatever!
Upon reaching the hotel, looked around outside just in case before slipping outside to the lobby. Looking around, there wasn't many people around. Perhaps because who in their right mind would come to Australia? Well, that was his idea anyway. Finally after a few moments of scanning the area and still fidgeting with his shirt -- anxiety still painfully obvious --spotted his cousin and ran over to him, smiling oh-so-sweetly. But, what was he to say? Oh, he should've thought this through a bit more.
"You've gotten taller, Marco..." he said almost blankly, puckering out his lower lip as he pushed his hair from his eyes, staring up at the elder, curious of how he'll react.
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Posted: Tue Jul 09, 2013 12:36 pm
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Demarco marched aimlessly in the lobby, his hands burrowing holes in his pockets. The young man's blue eyes skimmed the room for brown hair then mentally slapped himself at his naïveté. He might as well find a crimson needle in a needle stack. He acted like spotting his cousin will be so damn easy. Celeste might have outgrown his height and tattooed himself to the point of even his adopted parents can't recognize him. Then again, Demarco never knew his cousin to be confident to mark himself with anything not temporary. He sighed at his fallen effort and glanced at a random tile on the floor.
A familiar voice lured his eyes from the ground after a few minutes. As they gathered the appearance of the calling party, the lean male summoned every ounce of his strength not to show how off guarded he was... He coughed nervously as his eyes blinked with uncertainty. The blonde gripping to the hem of his shirt was his cousin alright... The baby-shape of his face and his eyes on their own belonged to no one but him. His mind flooded with questions, most inquiring why he briefly mistaken the boy for a girl--Celeste was a boy, right? The anxiety still owned itself inside the srtist before he managed to reply to the young male. His olive complexioned pinked in a blushing hue.
"You're still...short, Les... What did you do, drink coffee for the last six years?" He chuckled playfully, administering a comparison of their heights from the top of his to a wide space above Celeste's head. Being 6'5", he was natural for him to be the tallest in his opinion. The taunt lowered the nerves in his stomach.
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Posted: Tue Jul 09, 2013 2:12 pm
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८εlεรէε ƒﻪггօա
Celeste blinked at the elder's reaction, tilting his head to the side as he continued to watching. A soft blush covered his fair skin at the mention of coffee, and his reaction to it was to pull out a piece of mint gum and pop it into his mouth; in an attempt to hide the espresso on his breath. "Perhaps..." He replied reluctantly, twirling a bit of his blue-coloured bangs. The fem-boy pouted, tapping his fingers together as he realized the height difference, Demarco was a foot, and a inch, taller than him. How ironic. Despite this, he just shook his head and grabbed onto the other's hand to pull him up to the room and out of the eyes of others; really only fearing that someone would recognize him as Seison.
Swallowing hard, the smaller boy looked around, noticing a few magazines with his picture, but surely Marco wouldn't pay them much mind? "Lets... just get up to the room for now, yeah?" He asked with a small sigh, in hopes that jet lag was still present enough for them not to stay down in the lobby. Especially since there were a million TVs running, along with people constantly in-and-out. With someone who had abnormally skilled hearing, that'd probably give someone a headache. Just the sound of a sports channel on one of the televisions was giving him a headache. He wasn't very athletic, and he admitted to it. The most of a 'sport' he could even get into was a rodeo, with the occasional person getting their a**l virginity taken by the bull's horns.
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Posted: Thu Jul 11, 2013 9:36 am
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Demarco stumbled over his thoughts slightly, not paying attention over questioning how true his joke was for the petite male. Tucking a hand in his pocket more for habit than a cool fashion, he led his cousin through the hotel. He barely paid magazines too much mind--well, fashion magazines... Anyone who was anyone knew who Seison was. She was the one person Marco observed to be the few women who attracted his attention. Perhaps, instead of being gay, he was more of an extremely picky gynephile...? He sighed, not knowing the answer, and stuck his room key card into the slot.
"Here we are..." He muttered as he pushed it open for Celeste to come inside. After the blonde does so, the door would close and the tall teen would resume his posture on the bed with his migraine flooding back. He laid on his side, however to give Celeste the attention he couldn't give him the last few years.
"Tell me... How has the Outback been treating my kid cousin?"
(Sorry. I'm not awake at all. I had a rough past two days.)
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Posted: Thu Jul 11, 2013 10:50 am
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"Hm..?" Celeste blinked in thought as he was pulled to the room. The boy looked around slowly to take in the surroundings, putting the edge of his thumb into his mouth as though he was going to attempt to bite the nail. But, he quickly pulled his hand away and shook his head, recalling that they didn't approve of him biting his nails. Calmly he stepped into the room as the door opened and quickly took a chair, turning it just-so to face the taller male. Patting his pockets, he pulled out another piece of gum and put it into his mouth, the flavor of the first piece already starting to become nonexistent to him. Finally to the question, paused with a blank look.
The Outback had actually treated him rather well, considering he had managed to get a really good job that could support him and still have enough money left over for other things. He cleared his throat, trying to ease his thoughts of trying to tell him what his job was. "Rather okay, summer is a pain... uh.. really good job..." He sighed, anxiously tapping his heel against the floor. Quickly, the blonde decided to change the subject, trying to find some sort of ground where at least Marco would be interested. "You know, I heard there's supposed to be a art convention in a few days or so, if you want I can drop you off there...? I have work those days." Then again, little did he know he'd be stuck at the convention for some god forbidden reason. So it wouldn't matter if he just dropped off his cousin at the convention or not. They'd both end up in the same place anyway.
//It's alright. Really.// |
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Posted: Sun Jul 14, 2013 6:23 pm
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Demarco Collins
"...Cool..." Demarco cringed at his lame-a** enthusiasm and even the subconscious acknowledgement of a tired blank stare on the center of his visage. How in the heck can he respond with such a...simple word as if he would peak the interest of his visitor? He was making this trip, this damn meeting, seem like a waste of time, money, and effort? Jet-lagged or not, what ultimately sentenced him to hell was his faulty talent of expressing himself with words. Heck, he was no king at conveying emotions either. Going six years without a physical animate outlet poisoned his ability to be the emotional, friendly guy he used to be. He absolutely hated the cold facade shrouded his personality most teenage girls found attractive. Celeste was no teenage girl (even though he can make a cute one) and he deserved more than this crock of bull.
Sighing, the large man propelled his legs over the bed, his booted soles touching the carpeted surface, and averted eye contact from an unfocused portion of the room towards the fellow blues looking from across the room. "That'll be cool. I do want to go to a museum at some point too. You know what an art freak I am." Demarco grinned lop-sides as he made an effort. Aimlessly, his lean fingers fussed with his cutely unruly bangs as a habitual thoughtful habit of his from childhood. Hopefully, Celeste would know the excitement the young man struggled to display.
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Posted: Sun Jul 14, 2013 7:07 pm
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८εlεรէε ƒﻪггօա
Celeste tilted his head in thought as he stared at the male, trying to make out any possible ounce of excitement in his voice. Calmly, the small boy slipped from the chair and sat down next to Demarco, poking him between the eyes. He couldn't recall if it was a childhood thing he used to do, but he just felt the need to do it. Then it finally decided to hit him, when was Demarco going to leave; or was he going to stay here? Certainly if he was taking a hotel, he wouldn't be staying very long at all. Then he'd be without his cousin again, which would cause him more emotional stress than when his adoptive parents decided to take him in. But after a few seconds, shook his mind of the thoughts.
"Sure, whatever you want to do. I'll let you see a drop bear too, if you want?" The boy joked, laying his head against the other's chest as though he was a pillow. Even if he wasn't local to Australia, after living there for six years, he was very amused by the fictional creature that was intended to scare outsiders. "Mmh, you know you're more than welcome to stay at my house for a little while, instead of this hotel. The bed's a... lot more comfortable." He muttered the last part bitterly as he twisted around and laid an arm across Marco's stomach in an vain attempt to get himself comfortable.
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Posted: Mon Jul 22, 2013 11:01 am
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Off-guard by the nostalgic poke between his eyes, the nineteen year old blinked in confusion. Was it what Celeste did throughout their childhood together? Demarco frowned slightly and recalled the habit as a instinct learned from his deceased aunt. Whenever Demarco appeared to be untruthful, the woman's index finger pressed dead center above the bridge of his nose, giving no word that she doubted him.
The thought cast dread in his heart, bringing forth an ache substituted by the bittersweet gratitude of Celeste not being trapped in the crash. How would life be without him? Quickly, he omitted the thought. He already experienced separation with them alive. He couldn't imagine six years knowing Les may never come back. Suddenly, his cheeks burned like a mighty frame as a soft head laid against his chest and threw the stifling angst out the window.
"H-hey, y-you aren't ten anymore...! W-why are you lying on me like this?" Denouncing the coherent stammer in her clauses, he glanced nervously at the smaller male, his fingers quivering out of sight while new awkwardness came to a head. He swallowed bash fully and rapidly averted his eyes to the ceiling after staring at Celeste's downed position for too long. Back in the day, it was cute. In their teens, gestures like the one his cousin lowered himself in was intimate... Then again, only he would think a guy on him was intimate--Les was his biological cousin for crying out loud!
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Posted: Mon Jul 22, 2013 12:47 pm
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८εlεรէε ƒﻪггօա
"You're taking up a majority of the bed, might as well make you useful for something." He answered rather bluntly, picking at his nails as though there was nail polish on them. Which, technically there was, because of clear nail polish to make his nails shiner. Why did Marco care anyway? They were cousins, anyway. And as people once claimed, close as brothers. Some brothers had a longer separation than they did, but then again normally one wouldn't use the other as though they were a pillow. That would usually be something close siblings would do-- provided it was probably a boy and girl. And the boy didn't give a flying s**t about it.
Celeste quietly started humming a song a friend had introduced him too, Love Lost Elegy, if he could recall the appropriate name. But, whatever. "It's not like I'm sitting ontop of you, you know," he nodded at his words, picking up his phone from his pocket to reply to an earlier text of a modeling job in... "Three weeks." The boy mumbled softly, almost unconsciously and there was almost no doubt Demarco could hear him. Then again, he was more than sure he could easily snatch away the mobile device to see what the 'three weeks' was about.
The blonde-haired shorty let out an annoyed sigh as he tapped away on the phone, responding to the text quickly as possible. Once sending it and laying the phone on the bed, looked up at his cousin and gently tugged at his bangs before pushing them back out of his eyes. "You... don't mind, right?" He asked, referring to the position they were in. "I can move if you're not comfortable with this."
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Posted: Mon Jul 29, 2013 1:17 pm
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Posted: Mon Jul 29, 2013 2:18 pm
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८εlεรէε ƒﻪггօա
Celeste paused to think, tapping his nails against his fair skin in thought. The house itself was large, almost three stories tall. But the only thing that made the third floor was the attic that was made into a room for him to put things away. Clothes, furniture, sheets, and anything else he didn't have a need for having out. Then the rest of the bedrooms, there was more than enough for the average family anyway. "About five bedrooms." He answered, rubbing his chin as he tried to recall what the rooms were for. He had a room to himself, a room for his parents -- if they ever actually decided to stay for a night, two guests room, and then a unused room where he just put his pet ferrets in. There were five ferrets exactly, and so he kept the room for them so they could run around and play without destroying the rest of the house.
Quickly sitting up and smoothing his hair back into place, the boy crossed his legs and offered his cousin a smile. "If you want to stay with me, I can get you a refund of this room. It'll be only a simple matter." He sighed, as much as he disliked the constant attention as a model, there were some bonuses that he liked. One in general being the constant free coffee that others insisted on buying. Others being able to get a quick refund on things, even though he rarely did that. The most he did ever get a refund on before hand was a pair of shorts that were too small. Well, more like they were the right size, but were tighter than he expected, and cut off circulation to anything above the thighs and below the waist.
The boy tapped his chin and pulled out his watch from his pocket to check the time, mumbling in some sort of distaste at the time. "I can pick us up some dinner on the way home, I need to pick up some pet food anyway." He mumbled, putting the watch away and rubbed his head. Even if it was the afternoon, he didn't feel comfortable with the idea of driving. He was almost scared of driving at night, perhaps because of that one weekend he had once spent at New York City, and some kid his age had decided to scare the living s**t and piss out of him with stories of what went on in that city.
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