watch the night turn

[Sterling Lloyd Blue]

*I'll watch the night turn light-blue

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But it's not the same without you~[/font]
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Pour me a heavy dose of
A T M O S P H E R E*

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It was possible to spend too much time tucked away in your dorm. Just stuck there alone with your own thoughts, which are usually never good ones if you dared to lock yourself away in the first place. Sterling had left his room for classes and food and now and then to have small chats with members of the staff. But, if he could help it, he was in his room, hiding from the world. Sterling felt pathetic. He should stand tall and face the world, but he ran away from his problems. For once, he was running like a coward with his tail between his legs. But it was time to get out. He needed fresh air and he couldn't sit back and skip his daily running routines. He could get fat and that wouldn't do well in the future. No one wanted a fat soldier. He'd get left behind. He needed to be the perfect soldier and keeping up his exercise would help him reach just that.

Sterling was short of breath, having run all throughout the grounds and ending up in that garden he so rarely visited. He would have kept on running but the sight of the flowers stopped him. He jogged over to a rose bush, one covered in snow. It was the only flower he knew the name and location of in that garden. He couldn't even see them. At this time of year, in this temperature, they were probably all frozen and dead. Unlike Sterling, they didn't even get the choice to hide away inside. They had to stand their ground, face the hard weathers and die because they just weren't strong enough. Just flimsy little plants that would break and fall apart at just one wrong move. It was funny that something so pathetic could mean so much. All those metaphors. The sayings about roses and thorns and the symbolization of love. Why do the good and important things die so easily? The best things in life. The roses. People, love, happiness. They were the most important things but they could be killed quick by the bad times that came.

The hot breath escaped the boy on clouds as he seated himself on the ground in front of the bush. The snow would probably melt at his body heat and leave his sweatpants looking awfully wet. But he wore two pairs, trying to keep warm and hoping the snow couldn't get through both. The black jacket that Sterling wore was soon stripped from his body. He felt too hot to keep it on. The Alaskan weather cooled him down quick. He didn't even have to take off a second layer before he was feeling a little chilly. But that second layer was gone too. He unzipped his hoodie and tied it around his waist, the cold biting at his bare arms, back and chest. He'd worn nothing beneath his hoodie and that revealed the state that the skin of his arms was in. One might have thought that he'd had a run in with the thorns in those rose bushes. The scratches covering his arms weren't deep. Light enough to be left by a cat or a thorn, but deep enough that the blood was visible. It would have seemed normal, like an accident, if it weren't for the fact that the blood made all the words cut across his skin so easily seen.

There was a point to what was done to his arms. It was a message to his dearest stable boy. Just a stupid name, but he was growing to like it. Something about it made him smile. That same one he'd grown so greatly attached to in the time he'd been around. You see, two could play at the game of writing on arms. Though the messages on his arms were for Dustin, the reason he put it on his arms is because he didn't think the boy would check there. Why would he ever think someone would play the same little game as him? That would be crazy. But Sterling hated ink on his skin. He was a sadomasochistic bastard indeed. He liked to cause pain and didn't mind having to feel it. The only person in his dorm was himself, leaving only himself for the pain to be caused to. The cold only made each little scar sting twenty times worse.

Sterling shivered hard and let out a light pant, wrapping his arms around himself, pulling his knees close to curl up just a bit, and rubbing his hands up the damaged skin of his arms. Ster knew he couldn't stay out here long before he'd have to get his clothes again. It was winter in Alaska. He could die from being like this too long. But the cold felt amazing. It felt like home again. Those days he'd dared to spend running half-naked through the snow with those kids who use to be friends. So much frostbite. In the garden this day though, he didn't let his bare skin touch the snow. He merely allowed the freezing air to touch him and numb his body, the stinging of his arms soon going away and his head seeming to just go numb along with the rest of him. It felt almost calming. Sterling almost hadn't realized he could do this here in Alaska like he had in Paradise. Unfortunately, there were people in Alaska who would stop him. In Paradise, he could sit freezing in the snow for days if he wanted to.

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NOTES;; Oops...?
WORDS;; 930
CLOTHES;; Nothing. He's naked
TAG;; Kohaku
CREDIT;; Caitlin_Express@CAUTION2.0
LYRICS;; Vanilla Twilight;; Owl City
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[Kohaku R. LeBara]

( things my heart used to know, )

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Stupid child.. so SO stupid.. Kohaku didn't know, half the time, if he wanted to hug or smack these children. They could smile, and a laugh, be so shy and damn right adorable. On the other hand, they could be crude, rash and so impulsive.. Kohaku knew what he was getting in to, when he took this job, but really. Sometimes, the acts they pulled, it was too much. A soft shake of his head was the only motion that escaped the man. In his tight grip was a blanket, quite a thick one. Kohaku had it rested in his office from the time his little darlings had came in to spend time with him -- they had fallen asleep on the blanket together. That picture was one he knew their grandfather would enjoy.. he really did have to talk to that man, Tori was asking for her grandpap.. That was not important now though. There was another child that needed his help, though not as small and young, he was just as important. His jacket was zipped high, the blanket never leaving his hands once. The cold wasn't even noticed by the man, his anger too hot to feel the cold air. His shoes made deep marks in the snow before stopping before a crouching body, and his eyes narrowed. There was no words, Ko couldn't evens speak. Gloved hands pulled the thick blanket tight of the boy's shoulders, making sure his skin was covered. One hand gripping the blanket to make it stay, his other grabbed the boy's upper arm and -- none too gently -- yanked him to his feet. That hand never left the blanket while the other slipped around the child's shoulder. Kohaku was in no mood for argument. He had a tight grip on the student, and he made him walk, towards the building. Towards, inside, and down the hall.

Not a word was spoken in the frozen tundra, in the halls, or even as he lead the boy through the open door of his office. A foot closed the door behind him, setting Sterling down on the small couch in the room. This time, it was Kohaku who was crouching. One knee rested on the cool tiles, both hands gripping the blanket now as he stared at the boy. Dark eyes scanned his face, for anything, anything before sighing. Finally he spoke, softly, anxiously. " ..Sterling.. you moron.. " He stood slowly, unzipping the navy jacket and dropping it on the back of his hair. Just silence was in the room once again. Slender fingers romped around in the desk drawer before pulling out a tie, pulling back the dark hair and fastening it. The man's eyes were on the desk, thinking. He looked at the other, the boy covered in that blanket, with that chilled skin.. what could he have been doing? ... Picking up the mug from his desk, Kohaku stepped towards the boy and held it out to him. "Drink it" The tone was sharp, soft like his voice always seemed, but there was an underlying demand, a forcefulness his usual relaxed behavior held. Screw gentle, for this once, Kohaku was taking command of the situation, whether the boy wanted it or not. After all, it was clear the boy wasn't in a clear state of mind..

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( tag ) JARHEAD
( words ) :I
( notes sodvbsdbdkbvskdjbksdjbkdbvsd KEY BROKE) hurr..
( music ) Fairytale by that norway guy
( lyrics ) Once upon a december
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[Sterling Lloyd Blue]

*I'll watch the night turn light-blue

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But it's not the same without you~[/font]
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Pour me a heavy dose of
A T M O S P H E R E*

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Sterling had to wonder what Kohaku was doing out at this time. Sure, it that wasn't late. But it was Alaska. It was nearly always dark. And why was that man roaming the gardens of all places? Maybe teachers had some sort of supervision duty like they did in Sterling's old school. But there were security guards. That should be their job, not the teachers. It was seeming that Kohaku always showed up at the times that could either be the worst or the best. It depended on what was going to happen. Was Sterling about to get lectured and in deep trouble for being out there with his skin in such damaged condition? It seemed the likely answer. In fact, Sterling could hardly think of any other option of what this teacher was about to do now that he had him in his clutches.

The boy's eyes snapped wide at the odd tingly feeling of hands against his numb skin. He wasn't in the state to resist. He stumbled up to his feet, leaving both his jacket and hoodie there in a heap on the snow. Maybe he could come back and get them later? If the one who's clutches had been in were Scorpius, maybe even Dustin, he would have put up a little more resistance and tried to escape. But this was Kohaku. The boy who looked after Sterling's little brother, gave up his cigarettes to him and had told him little things about himself that no one else seemed to know much of. That made them friends, right? Sterling could trust him. So he followed him back inside with the warmth of the building already heating up skin, bringing back the color and feeling to it.

Dropping onto the couch, he let out a deep breath, one he'd been nearly holding through the entire walk to this man's office. Sterling reached out to pull the blanket out from the man's grasp, covering up his bare skin, hiding all those words, messages and, of course, bare chest from the other male. Just covering up all his shame. He avoided those eyes that observed him, gaze dropped instead to look toward the man's hands that seemed less like they'd hurt him than those eyes did. There wasn't a reaction to the words. Moron seemed to be a fitting insult in that position. His gaze trailed up again to watch the man, inhaling sharply at the sight of him tying his hair back. Sterling was noticing now, more than before, how feminine this man was. He was beautiful. Ster laid his head back against the couch, eyes scanning the other. His finger, his face, his hair. He'd only ever noticed Kohaku's words in the past, not his figure.

Sterling flinched back as the mug was thrust in his direction. He hesitated before he released the blanket so he could reach for it with shaking hands. He tried to speak, but his voice was hoarse. All that screaming he'd done within the walls of his dorm room. The singing. Every song was angry and screaming, or soft and depressing as hell. So he cleared his throat as best he could and tried to speak, though his voice still sounded weak and much more quiet than usual. "Is it booze or coffee?" Sterling asked, jokingly, giving out a weak laugh. Though he assumed it could be either with this man. Though Sterling wasn't the largest fan of coffee. But he sipped from the cup anyways, letting out a deep and pleased sigh as the liquid soothed his throat and sent warmth making it's way through every inch of his body.

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NOTES;; Ster is screwed~ =w=
WORDS;; 609
CLOTHES;; A blanket.
TAG;; Kohaku
CREDIT;; Caitlin_Express@CAUTION2.0
LYRICS;; Vanilla Twilight;; Owl City
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[Kohaku R. LeBara]

( things my heart used to know, )

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His eyes lingered on the boy's hands as the cup was accepted, just watching him. Tsk.. It seemed there was something there, but the man didn't ask. Instead he rolled his eyes at the question and started to look around for any more blankets. He only took a few steps away before moved back and playing another one just loosely over the boy's shoulder, a slow sigh. There was so many things he wanted to ask this boy, like what in the heck had he been doing, but Kohaku didn't speak a word of it. The boy's voice was hurting, that was clear.. so his hands merely rested on those shoulders, gripping the blankets in thought. They let go through, and arms crossed over his chest as the man turned, taking a few steps away. Dark eyes were tightly closed behind those glasses, a low growl almost to the words that he finally spoke. " you are.. do you even KNOW what you did Sterling?!" The voice raised only a fractions, hands gripping his forearms as he kept his back to the other. " I.. you scared me! I thought.. something bad could have happened to yo out there, damn it! What if something happens to you, hm? Did you even think about Damian? He would have cried, and that sweet boy doesn't deserve to cry again.. If you aren't going to take care of yourself, for yourself, then do it for the people who fucking care!"

The silence fell back, hard this time as thought about his words, and about the student. Giving a slow sigh, his shouldered relaxed and he turned back to the other. There was a different look, not anger, but a confused worry, almost a pained one.. Moving to kneel down beside the boy on the couch, the man's arms slid around the boy's shoulders and embraced the other gently, but kept him close. Kohaku rested his forehead on the thick blanket that covered the boy's shoulder, but only for a moment, gently whispering in a voice the boy could hear, but no other, as if not wanting others to hear. "Do not ever do that again Sterling.. you scared me, so bad.." The words tailed off and he held the child a bit closer, not even sure what to say next, so he didn't speak, just held him a few more moments before the hands fall down into his lap. Kohaku stayed kneeling, leaning back on his heels while watching the boy.. fingers just brushing the boy's cheek. " ..Drink it all, please, it will put the color back in your face.. warm you up..." It was mere murmurs, just looking at the boy's eyes at he spoke them. What.. was going on with this kid? Kohaku wanted to know, yet was worried to as well..

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( tag ) JARHEAD
( words ) :I
( notes outfit) hurr..
( music ) Fairytale by that norway guy
( lyrics ) Once upon a december
( credit ) SUGARSARAH at CAUTION 2.0! [/center][/size][/color]