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[Dracen Alastair Levine]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, background: #2e2e2e; width:430px; height:550px; padding:0px;] I'm high on life cause music's what I breathe Don't judge me, Just love me. I'm not a criminal, I'm innocent so come and set me free. I choose ecstasy, And music's my religion. Magic is my kingdom, And the dance floor is my heaven. TAGGED: SALIZAR WORDS: 0750 OUTFIT: LINK Dracen missed it; touring, that was. He missed being on large stages in front of sold out crowds. It had been a high unlike anything he had ever known. However, when he had not been on stage, that feeling vacated him and left him feeling just... miserable. His job at Icon did not even begin to compare, but it was close enough. He had played at an open mic night a few days before, which had been great; but, still, it was not the same. He missed his band, the music, the touring, the stage, the lights... He did not miss his life, though, nor did he regret the decision he had made. His family and friends were still believing it was an accident as far as he was aware, and he hoped it stayed that way. They need not know the truth. The one really good thing about being in New Haven was that he had his best friend back. It was nice. At the same time, though; he did not want her to see how bad it had gotten, how bad he had gotten. Dray was still unsure he wanted this second chance at life. He wondered if there was a way to forgo it. Could he just... move on? Maybe it would be better than lingering in-between. He was not fully dead, but he was not quite alive, either. It was a limbo, and Dray had not yet decided what he thought of that. His mind was not fully on what he was doing, but that was okay. Any monkey with half a brain could spin the tables. It was simple. It was just a good thing it was not a night he was needed at the bar. He would be crap at remembering orders or focusing enough to not drop anything. Angry customers was the last thing he needed. He would hate to lose his job already. Dray was so lost in his thoughts that he almost missed the signal from the man behind the bar that he needed to go on break and let the playlist play instead of him controlling the music. "Alright, guys, I've just been notified that it's time to leave you with the playlist for a bit. Lemme get a break and we'll get back to the good shit," Dracen stated into the mic at his station before turning it off and setting it aside. There was not another DJ that night, but nobody would really know the difference if he just did not go back to mixing it himself. He could just hang out at the bar for the rest of the night, and it would all be fine. He would not drink, though. He did not drink. It was almost amusing, considering... Dray sighed inaudibly and made his way through the crowd to the bar, where he gestured for the bartender to hand him his coat, and he took it before heading outside as he shrugged it on. Dracen went outside, nodding to one of the bouncers as he moved off to the side, lighting up one of his cigarettes. It was a terrible habit, he knew; but, what was it going to do? Kill him? At least he was not shooting up at work like he could have been. Dray was really just lost in his own thoughts as he leaned against the brick wall of the building, watching the people that ambled along. It really was a busy part of town that Icon was situated. Dracen had lost track of time as he stood there when he saw a hautningly familiar face. "Salizar?" he questioned in disbelief, dropping aside what was left of his cigarette. There was no way. None. Zar was one of his friends, someone that had moved away a while before he had OD'd, someone he had not even heard from in ages. He would have known if the guy had died, though. Someone in their circle of friends would have known and said something. Unless, it had happened after he had OD'd. "What're you doing here?" Dracen could not help but think over a million possible scenarios, none of them that were even close to the truth, though he did not know that quite yet. He could not see any visible signs of what might have happened; unlike with himself. He knew that he still looked fairly ill and he was just a bit underweight. Still, he could have looked worse, he guessed. NOTES: ohai.

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[Salizar Slone Snighrig]

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[atrb=style, font-family: Tahoma; word-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; background-color: #000000; border: 2px solid #939393; color: ffffff; padding: 10px; opacity: 0.5]It was late. Okay, well, maybe it wasn't too late, but for Salizar, who had been at the hospital since five in the morning? It was late. He'd only just gotten back to New Haven the previous day, gotten maybe three hours of sleep before he'd gone in to the hospital to document what he'd learned. It was a damn good thing he had a photographic memory. He'd been typing all damn day writing down the notes and such that he had taken for the past couple of months while working at a hospital as a bit of an intern, learning new things and new medicines which he had brought back with him to be duplicated. And now... he was finally going to go home and relax a little bit before having to go back in tomorrow and start again on his notes and documentations. So Salizar walked down the street towards the rural area of New Haven, though he had to pass through most of the town to do that. As it happened, he was passing by Icon, the towns little pub or whatever it wanted to call itself. Sometimes, even after a hundred years, he still had a tendancy to call things by their old names. He winced at the loudness of the music emenating from the place as he approached it, apparently someone had opened up the doors and either entered or exited the place. He only found out that it was someone exiting the pub when he heard his name. He frowned, wondering who would be calling to him from Icon. Was one of the other Reapers perhaps spending time there? He supposed it was a normal event, given that there were a lot of newer Reapers who had come from the more modern era. He himself would rather sit at home and drink his liquor than to go into a place to get drunk in front of other people. He paused, turning towards the voice and moved forward out of the direct light so that he could see who was standing there. His heart skipped a beat when he finally recognized the face of Dracen Levine. A case he'd been working on while going around to different hospitals. Dracen had been on a self-destructive path, and he'd tried to stop it. But in the process, he'd grown quite attached to the young male... and so he'd been pulled away from him. Apparently, no one else had been able to save him. "Oh, Dray," he said softly, sadness in his voice as he shook his head slightly, approaching him slowly. "Dray, Dray... I had hoped to never see you here," he said simply, stopping a short distance away from him. As the other asked what he was doing here, Salizar gave a slight laugh. "What are any of us doing here, Dracen?" he asked softly. He shrugged slightly, watching the other male carefully. "No one told me that you were here..." he said softly. Though he supposed he hadn't exactly been catching up on the gossip since his return. "Of course, I've pretty much been working non-stop since I got here yesterday," he stated simply. He cast a glance towards the pub behind Dracen. "You work at Icon? Guess it fits you, don't it?" Well... as much as a professional musician could fit in where there weren't big cities and recording companies for him to form a band and go on tour. "I was actually just headed home but..." He frowned, tilting his head slightly. "I don't know, are you on the clock? I could hang around until you get off, then we could go back to my place... catch up, maybe have a few drinks?" he offered, feeling exceptionally guilty about Dracen's presence there. If only he hadn't become attached. He could have been there for the other male if he hadn't, maybe been able to save him.

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[Dracen Alastair Levine]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, background: #2e2e2e; width:430px; height:550px; padding:0px;] I'm high on life cause music's what I breathe Don't judge me, Just love me. I'm not a criminal, I'm innocent so come and set me free. I choose ecstasy, And music's my religion. Magic is my kingdom, And the dance floor is my heaven. TAGGED: SALIZAR WORDS: 0529 OUTFIT: LINK Dracen's brow furrowed a little when Salizar hoped he would never see him there. Exactly how long had Zar been there? "Since yesterday?" he questioned, brow furrowing a little again. How had Zar only been there since yesterday and already had a job and people who might tell him about others showing up... even though, Dray had been there since February. Valentine's Day, to be exact. Day of love. Right. Patheic. Dray had to keep from rolling his eyes at the thought alone. Dracen felt like he was missing an important piece of the puzzle, though, like there was just something not quite adding up. How would anyone have known to tell Salizar about him being there, anyway? Salizar seemed pretty secure in the way things worked in New Haven, too; while Dracen was still getting used to it, and it had been almost a year. "I just... what happened to you? I mean, you were just randomly gone, dude; and, now you're here?" Dracen reached up and absently ruffled his blue and black hair. He needed a hit of something... or something. He did not know. His head hurt, though. It was starting to annoy him. Maybe it was because he had not finished his cigarette. Or, the fact that he really needed something in his system again soon. That was typically a big factor. Caffeine might help as well. "Uh, yeah, I guess it does; but, they don't really need me tonight, though," Dray replied with a shrug. It was not like music would stop if he did not go back. They had playlists and pre-mixed music playing, and it could run until the next DJ of the night took over. He was still just trying to figure out how exactly Salizar got there, and what all had happened. He was not sure what was going on. It took a moment before he really responded to the suggestion and he said, "We could do that, yeah. I'd..." Dracen's words trailed off when he realized something he had never really noticed before. Zar was wearing a gold ring on his left hand, just like the one all the other Reapers wore. Had he always had it? Dray could not really remember, as bits of his memory was fuzzy, though he knew it was his own fault for that. However, he was pretty sure that Zar had always had it. Dray was not sure, though. "So, you're a Reaper now? Or... have you always been?" Dracen was pretty annoyed by that thought. Had his friend really just been a Reaper the entire time, like he'd just been some kind of job? He crossed his arms over his chest, trying to piece it all together. Either Salizar was great at adapting and really just arrived the day before; or, he had been there a lot longer than that, and that still left the possibility that Salizar had been there a lot longer than Dracen had. He hoped that was not it, though. The thought alone made him just feel pretty low. He'd made friends with someone who possibly had been dead all along. That was just... great; note the sarcasm. NOTES: we're going to pretend my word counts have not been terrible 'cause ew.

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[Salizar Slone Snighrig]

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[atrb=style, font-family: Tahoma; word-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; background-color: #000000; border: 2px solid #939393; color: ffffff; padding: 10px; opacity: 0.5]Salizar watched the other male carefully and he nodded slightly. "Yeah... I got in yesterday... but I went straight from there to the hospital pretty much. Only got a few hours sleep last night before I was back there again today at five this morning... just got out of there tonight, I told them I needed some time to recoup, you know?" he stated simply, shrugging slightly. He didn't think much on the fact that the other male didn't know yet that he was a Reaper. It was just something that he had come to terms with long ago and no longer really thought about. He wondered though, how long the other had been here. How long after he had been pulled out of that area did Dracen last? Why had the Immortals pulled him away? He could have helped! All because he'd grown attached to someone who was living. He wasn't selfish, he wouldn't have tried to make Dracen come to New Haven. He wanted to save him. He looked down slightly as the other asked what happened to him. At first he thought maybe he wanted to know how Salizar himself had died, until the other continued to describe when he'd left. He shrugged slightly at the memory. "I just got transferred to another hospital. And you know what they say, when your job moves, you gotta go with it, eh?" he asked, looking up at the other male. He could tell that Dracen was a bit... not really twitchy but... fidgety, perhaps. He knew what Dracen's trouble had been before, Salizar hoped he wasn't giving into that even here. It was his second chance to make better choices. "I'm sure they're glad to have someone who knows the industry, you know," he stated, laughing softly. Salizar gave a genuine smile though when Dracen agreed to come back to his place for a couple of drinks, though he frowned as the other stopped mid-sentence. "Dray, you alright?" he asked, stepping forward again, watching him carefully. It usually was not a good sign when someone stopped talking in mid-sentence. And then he noticed what Dracen was staring at. He looked down at his own hand when Dracen asked if he was a Reaper now, or if he had always been. He stared at it momentarily before looking back up at the other male. "I've been a Reaper for a very long time, Dracen..." he whispered softly, watching the other male carefully. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you before... but... that's not exactly something you can tell someone without them thinking you're insane..." And here... he just didn't give it any thought. How inconsiderate of him. "I get sent out... every now and then... to learn new methods for the hospital here. Meeting you there was just... a complete and utter chance, really. I could see what path you were taking though... I was afraid for you, Dracen. Especially once we became friends." He shook his head slightly at the memory. "But... I got to involved... the Immortals... they didn't like that all that much. It's a policy they have, you see... you're not supposed to get emotionally involved in those who are not of New Haven. It's why they moved me. They didn't approve of me befriending you..." he said softly, looking up at the other male. "I hope this doesn't change anything between us, Dray... you're the only real friend I've had in a long time."

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[Dracen Alastair Levine]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, background: #2e2e2e; width:430px; height:550px; padding:0px;] I'm high on life cause music's what I breathe Don't judge me, Just love me. I'm not a criminal, I'm innocent so come and set me free. I choose ecstasy, And music's my religion. Magic is my kingdom, And the dance floor is my heaven. TAGGED: SALIZAR WORDS: 0741 OUTFIT: LINK The younger man, however, had not wanted saving. If he had wanted it, he would not have been there by then. However, he had given up, given in. He was tired. He really wished they had given his second chance to someone else. Didn't someone else deserve it more than he did? It was not like he had exactly earned it; and, he was still unsure if he wanted it, though he did not think he did. Music was the only thing he had to live for before, especially after the loss of the one person he had any real attachment to, Sally. He had missed her greatly. He guessed she did give him a reason to be glad he was in New Haven, though. He got more time with his best friend. That was always nice. However, it was a struggle to keep from her just how bad off he was. He did not want her to worry; but, he did not want to change, either. "'Just got transferred to another hospital'? So, how come we never saw you anywhere in town? Or why didn't you say anything about leaving? You were just kinda gone." Dray did not keep too many friends; or at least, he did not used to. It was difficult when touring to keep up with one person, let alone a handful of people who probably did not even really give a shit about you. "I'm sure they're glad to have someone who knows the industry, you know.

[/b]" Dracen shrugged a little in response, flicking his hair out of his eyes. Honestly, he was not sure what the owner and manager thought of him; and, to be honest, he was not sure he cared. It was not like their opinion would change anything anyway. He absently rubbed his arm and wet his lips as he stood there, trying to process everything he was finding out. Honestly, Dray was not sure what to think. He knew a lot of his thoughts were simply more paranoia than anything. However, he could not stop himself from wondering. What if it really had just been more of a job? Salizar already did know what he had been doing and everything. That kind of... well, he did not know how to explain the feeling that gave him. He did not like it, though. It was his secret to keep, not something for just anybody to know about. Yet, obviously Zar knew if he was "afraid for him" and could "see what path" he had been on. Dracen was completely unnerved by that, but he did not know exactly what to say about it all.

"I... don't even know what to say to you," Dracen replied as he crossed his arms over his chest, absently scratching at one of his forearms before laughing a little. "There's a reason I didn't tell you any of that stuff. You weren't supposed to know; nobody was. But, you did and you do." He felt almost... violated in a way, he guessed. It was his secret to keep, his life, his problems, his choices. Only to find out someone that he had started to get close to knows it without him sharing the information himself? It was not a very secure feeling. He was not sure why the whole thing upset him as much as he did. Honestly, he almost felt like hitting Salizar; but, he did not. Mostly, he did not do it because he did not feel the want to explain that he did not know why he did it. He would have been better off not knowing that Salizar knew what his vices were. Then, at least, he could still pretend like no one knew anything. Zar's opinion actually mattered to him, and he guessed that was part of why he was so freaked out by the entire thing. Zar knew the darker parts, and that had to alter how the other man saw him. Then, there was the fact that the elder man had actually been dead the entire time. That... that was a bit odd to say the least. "I think I might just go." He spoke mostly to himself, checking his jacket pocket to make sure he still had his keys and wallet. He did not want to have to try to push his way back through the crowd. They would do fine in the club without him there for the evening.

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NOTES: better word count.

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[Salizar Slone Snighrig]

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[atrb=style, font-family: Tahoma; word-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; background-color: #000000; border: 2px solid #939393; color: ffffff; padding: 10px; opacity: 0.5] Salizar watched the other male carefully, unsure of what was going through the other male's mind. What he wouldn't give for the power of telepathy sometimes. He wanted nothing more than for things to be the way that they were before they had both come to New Haven, but how could that happen? Dracen would not see him the same way anymore. No, now he wasn't just a friend who worked at the hospital. He was a Reaper. Reapers didn't have a lot of non-reaper friends. And why had the Immortals pulled him away from Dracen to begin with? Because he'd fallen in love with him. He'd tried hiding it, he really had. He hadn't wanted it to interfere with the other male's chance for survival. He closed his eyes when Dracen demanded to know why he'd never been seen in town, among other things. "The hospital wasn't even in the same state, Dray. They sent me... someplace completely new." And he'd been miserable. He watched the other male carefully, taking the other's reaction into account as he processed everything about what had happened... where he had gone. He watched the other male as he stated that he didn't even know what to say to him. He gave a faint nod. He could accept that, he supposed. It was really no less than he deserved, he supposed. But how was he supposed to take that? And then the other was scratching his arms and saying that he wasn't supposed to know. That no one was supposed to know. He watched the other for another moment. "I didn't know what your problem was, Dray. I just... I knew you were on a self-destructive past. It's... it's part of being a Reaper," he said softly. He shook his head slightly, sighing softly, entirely unsure of what to do. And then the other was saying he should just go. He frowned, slowly reaching out to gently touch Dracen't shoulder. "Dray... don't be angry with me... its not something that I could help. As a Reaper, I'm susceptible to anyone who is on a path to die before their time, I couldn't not help you... but... they pulled me away because I got to close to you, Dracen." He shook his head slightly, slowly letting his hand drop to his side. "You mean a lot to me, Dracen... they were afraid that I would influence you... I care about you a great deal... please... just think about that... I hope we can still be friends, Dracen."

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[Dracen Alastair Levine]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, background: #2e2e2e; width:430px; height:550px; padding:0px;] I'm high on life cause music's what I breathe Don't judge me, Just love me. I'm not a criminal, I'm innocent so come and set me free. I choose ecstasy, And music's my religion. Magic is my kingdom, And the dance floor is my heaven. TAGGED: SALIZAR WORDS: 0541 OUTFIT: LINK "The hospital wasn't even in the same state, Dray. They sent me... someplace completely new." Dracen absently clenched his tongue ring between his teeth as he flicked his hair out of his eyes. He still did not quite understand why. Of course, that could have been because his focus was pretty shot at the moment. "So, instead of letting you come up with some believable story, they just moved you somewhere else? Why didn't you try calling or... anything? Would have been nice to know where you were." Salizar had given him a bit more of a reason to want to hang around; however, once he, along with everything else was gone, it was a far different story. The dark thoughts, the bad ones that plagued him, they all forced their way to the surface that much easier when he was alone. Dracen could not keep from laughing when Salizar mentioned that he had gotten too close to him. If anything, Dray never thought that Zar had gotten close enough. For beings that were supposedly all for keeping him alive, they were quick to take away one of the few things that made sure he was. "I'm not... 'm not angry, I'm just..." Honestly, he did not know how to explain how he felt. It was just a jumbled mess of things. He could not work one thought out from another. It was fairly annoying. He knew, though, that he really was glad to see Zar again, even if he finally realized the truth behind the ring that Salizar wore, signifying being a Reaper. He was unsure of just what to do. A part of him just wanted to go back inside, or to go home. "Y'know... I always just thought you were married," Dray commented idly as he gestured toward Salizar's left hand. To be honest, that was part of the reason why Dracen had never tried anything with the other young man. He did not want to be one of those people. Knowing the truth behind the ring, though, brought a whole new light to the situation. "It's cold. D'you wanna go inside... or head back to my place or something so we're not standing out here like a couple of idiots?" Dracen flicked his hair and smiled a bit. He was still upset, but he did not want Salizar to just leave again. Once he recieved a positive response, Dray triple checked that he had everything before leading Zar to the small place he had. It was the perfect size for him and the two pets he had. Milly, the boxer pup, was asleep on the couch with her favorite toy next to her; and Felix, the kitten, was curled up on his keyboard... again. With a roll of his eyes, he took off his hoodie and sat it aside before telling Zar he could put his coat anywhere. "It's not much but it's better than that shitty apartment I had before." He nodded a little, suddenly feeling kind of nervous as he looked to Salizar, though he was not sure why. It was not unusual for the two of them to spend time alone together. However, it was the first time those nerves hit him. It was odd.

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NOTES: ew. word count dropped.

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[Salizar Slone Snighrig]

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[atrb=style, font-family: Tahoma; word-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; background-color: #000000; border: 2px solid #939393; color: ffffff; padding: 10px; opacity: 0.5]]Salizar lowered his gaze slightly as the other male berated him again. He already felt guilty enough as it was, but the other was definitely making him feel so much worse than he previously had. Truth be told, he hadn't contacted them because he'd been afraid. The immortals had told him he was to have no more contact with anyone from that group... and he'd obeyed. He looked up at the other male carefully. "I wasn't really given a warning, Dracen, I'm sorry. They just came to me, told me I was getting to close, and that was pretty much it, they sent me away before I could do or say much of anything." He shook his head, slowly looking back up at the other male. "As for why I didn't call... I didn't exactly have my own personal phone, I had a pager the hospital gave me... but they told me that I was never to have contact with you or any of the old group again... so I didn't try contacting you. I didn't want to know what they would do if I did. I was... afraid," He had been afraid that perhaps they would have taken him back to New Haven without letting him finish his work and send someone else in his place. Restricted his access solely to New Haven and not let him return back to the mortal world anymore. Any number of things. He felt a glimmer of hope as the other said he wasn't angry, but couldn't then he didn't say what he was. He gave a small smile to the other male. "Upset? Feeling betrayed?" he offered up slowly. "I'm really sorry I never told you about me, Dracen, but really... would you have believed me if I had told you that I was born in 1911? That I died in 1939? You'd have thought I was crazy. Or high. Or maybe both, I don't know but... I didn't know how to tell you... so I just... didn't," he finished rather lamely as he watched the other male carefully. He wanted things to be alright between them again. He hadn't lied to the other male... just omitted some things. And he really had cared about him... fallen in love with him, and the mere thought that the other felt betrayed by him broke his heart. His poor Dracen. Then the other male stated that he had always just thought that he was married and gestured at his hand. He glanced down at the ring himself and gave a faint smile. "I think that's part of the 'don't get involved with mortals' thing. Very few people will try and get involved with someone if they think that they are already married," he said softly. "But rest assured, if I'd been married, I'd have introduced you to whomever he or she was," he said simply, another smile offered to him. "Just means that you're noble, I guess. But no... I'm not married. Never been married..." Or had a girlfriend. Or a boyfriend, really. Back when he'd been alive, men simply didn't date other men, and being the town doctor kept him fairly busy for the most part, even back then because he worked on humans and even on animals as well. Not really time to meet people. He nodded though, as the other commented that it was cold. He paused at the other's question of going inside or going back to his place and he gave a small nod. "We can go back to your place if you want," he said softly, giving an apologetic smile. "Icon's not really my scene. Haven't tried to go near any club or anyplace that sells liquor after the night you and the other's conned me to get my tongue pierced," he stated, arching an eyebrow at the other male. "I can't even remember what was in that little glass that they kept giving me, so I figured just better to stay away from it all in general. If I do partake of alcoholic beverages, it is in the comfort of my home with a glass of scotch or brandy." He offered a small smile at the thought as he followed the other male towards his apartment. He looked around once he had entered the dwelling and he smiled. It really did seem like Dracen. He smiled at the puppy and kitten that the other male had as well. Yes, it was definitely the definition of Dracen. "It suits you," he stated simply, nodding slowly as the other male stated that it wasn't much. He looked back towards Dracen and gave him another smile. "I really did miss you, Dracen," he stated softly. "When I was made to leave, I thought of you every day, wondering how you were doing..." he stated truthfully. It had been very hard to get his mind off of the musician.

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[Dracen Alastair Levine]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, background: #2e2e2e; width:430px; height:550px; padding:0px;] I'm high on life cause music's what I breathe Don't judge me, Just love me. I'm not a criminal, I'm innocent so come and set me free. I choose ecstasy, And music's my religion. Magic is my kingdom, And the dance floor is my heaven. TAGGED: SALIZAR WORDS: 0699 OUTFIT: LINK Honestly, all of Salizar's excuses just sounded like shitty excuses. Zar had been a friend. Surely they would have understood that the right thing to have done was to at least say goodbye. Instead, in some kind of twisted attempt to keep him from being persuaded to something (seriously, the fuck was up with that? he did not get it), they took away one of the few people that gave him any want to maybe try to live. They kind of fucked themselves over with that one, didn't they? Ah well. Dray still did not regret his choice. Upset was a good way to explain how he felt. It was a general bad term that did not quite narrow down just what kind of badness it was. Still, it sucked. Dracen did not like the feeling. He might not have believed Salizar at first (who would have), but when he thought about certain things about his friend's personality, it made a lot of sense. They did not maek guys like they did back then anymore. He was actually rather relieved to find out that Salizar was not married. That had been one of the things that had stopped Dracen from ever fully seeing Salizar as anything more than a friend. Zar had been sweet, and rather funny when he wanted to be, and more tha obviously attractive; but, because Zar had always been married, as far as Dracen had known, he never seriously thought about anything. However, now he knew Salizar was not married and never had been. That changed things a bit. The musician could not keep from laughing out loud at the mention of the piercing that Zar had gotten one night after having one too many shots of tequila. "Did you keep it?" he asked before absently clicking his own tongue stud against his teeth. It was something he did more often than he realized, despite knowing it was bad on his teeth. "It looked hot. That had been a fun night." Dracen could easily remember that night because that one was the first times he had seriously been stricken with the want to kiss Salizar. He never did, though. That would have been bad, messed with a new friendship and all that stuff. He guessed it was a good thing, then, if Salizar was sent away when they were nothing more than friends. Who knew what would have happened if anything did happen between them? It probably would have been worse. Dracen hummed a little in response as Zar mentioned the place suited him. He liked it. It was big without being too big for just himself and the two pets, and it gave him plenty of room for his music stuff. The feel of the place was very nice. "Well, you won't find any scotch or brandy here," Dracen commented with a shake of his head. He did not drink except for a wine of glass on New Years and Christmas, plus a shot on the anniversary of Sally's death; none of it was significant enough to count. He did always keep a bottle of vodka on hand, though, just in case he needed something to get that edge off. "I really did miss you, Dracen. When I was made to leave, I thought of you every day, wondering how you were doing..." Dracen could not keep from laughing at that one. No, he did not want to know what Dracen was up to or how he had been. Really, he did not. It was pretty obvious the answer to that, though, given where they were. "'Ve been here almost a year, now," Dracen said softly, nodding a little before looking back to Salizar. "I still just don't get it. I mean... why... why would they be so insistent you stay away from a friend? We weren't hurting anything, and... you were one of the few good things I had and then you were just gone. I just... I don't understand." Dracen shook his head a little, still trying to figure out just what he thought about the whole thing. Though a part of him just wanted to hug Salizar and not let go. Ever. NOTES:almost 700.

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[Salizar Slone Snighrig]

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[atrb=style, font-family: Tahoma; word-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; background-color: #000000; border: 2px solid #939393; color: ffffff; padding: 10px; opacity: 0.5]Salizar was not exactly comfortable with the silence that stretched between him and Dracen. What was running through the other's mind? Did he not understand what he had meant? Did it not make any difference? He bowed his head slightly, staring at the floor of the other male's apartment. He didn't know what he would do if Dracen stayed angry with him. Or... upset with him. Either way, it was not exactly something that he wanted to endure. He raised his gaze, watching the other male, as if this could somehow help him to know what the other male was thinking. Unfortunately, that wasn't exactly an ability given to Reapers. Telepathy would have been a great help though, Salizar had to admit. But no, knowing another's thoughts were restricted to the Immortals. The silence was deafening, and it only served to dampen his hopeful mood that the other male could forgive him. He looked up at the other as he asked if he'd kept it, meaning the piercing in his tongue, and he gave a faint nod. "I did. I don't have it in right now because the last hospital I was out thought it was unprofessional." But he'd worn it when he wasn't in the hospital. A small reminder of the only one he'd ever actually felt a deep-seated connection with. Not that he really needed a reminder. He smiled as the other stated that it looked hot and that had been a fun night. While not one he would really want to repeat due to the hangover he'd suffered afterwards, he knew that he wouldn't do it any differently if he had it to do over. Salizar already knew that Dracen didn't drink as a general rule, so no scotch or brandy would be found there. He smiled and nodded slightly. "I didn't figure you had any scotch or brandy, that's not why I came over, Dray," he stated softly, wondering why the other male was laughing at his previous statement. It's not exactly the kind of thing that he really wanted to be funny. Had he made it funny unintentionally? He looked back down once more as the other stated that he'd been there for almost a year. His poor Dracen. He closed his eyes slightly. It hadn't been long after he'd been pulled away then. A few months. Was that why they'd pulled him away? Did they not want him to directly interfere? It would make sense, he supposed. He would have tried to stop Dracen. He looked back at the other as he said he didn't get it... then demanded why. Did he still not know? He shook his head slightly. "Dracen... they didn't pull me away because I had befriended you," he whispered softly, looking back up at the other male. "They pulled me away because I fell in love with you. The last time a Reaper fell in love with a mortal... the mortal ended up killing herself so that they could be together... they didn't want that to happen again. Reapers are forbidden to get involved with humans. It's why I was trying to just stay... social with you without spending too much time alone with you. I didn't want to make you want to die just so you could be with me," he said softly. He shook his head slightly. "I tried... I tried to contact you or one of our other friends, Dracen. But every time I even thought about it, an Immortal was right there. I missed you so much, but the Immortals said that it was better for everyone if I just left you alone... let you live the life that you had chosen..." He shook his head, eyes closed tightly as he fought the wave of emotions, sure now that Dracen was going to think he was insane. There was no way that Dracen would still be friends with him now. "I... I'm sorry, Dracen. I tried... I did all that I could..." he whispered softly, slowly looking back up at the other, his face looking completely stricken. "I wanted nothing more than for you to be happy... I thought that by being your friend... it would be alright. That I could make you happy. I didn't expect to fall in love with you... and even then... when I realized... I just wanted you to be happy still. I would never have tried to influence you, I swear it. But then they took me away from you... I should have been there. If I hadn't let my emotions get the better of me... I could have been there with you..." he said, cursing himself again mentally. Why had he let himself get involved? Because he'd let himself get involved, he'd killed Dracen indirectly by not being there for him. He looked back up at the other male at this point, watching him carefully. "Can you forgive me, Dracen?"

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[Dracen Alastair Levine]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, background: #2e2e2e; width:430px; height:550px; padding:0px;] I'm high on life cause music's what I breathe Don't judge me, Just love me. I'm not a criminal, I'm innocent so come and set me free. I choose ecstasy, And music's my religion. Magic is my kingdom, And the dance floor is my heaven. TAGGED: SALIZAR WORDS: 0791 OUTFIT: LINK Salizar could have tried to stop Dracen all he wanted. It would have done no good. Dray had made up his mind a long time before he actually committed the act, and by the time he had finally got to act on it, not even Sally coming back to life would have stopped him. He had just been tired of living. Yet, there he was, still technically living. Was it a punishment for taking his own life or something? Maybe it was. He guessed he'd just have to suck it up because he did not see a way out of it. Really, they should have given his second chance to someone who wanted it. "Dracen... they didn't pull me away because I had befriended you." The expression on Dracen's face could only be explained as one of complete confusion as he stood there. "What?" was the only thing he could force himself to say. Then, what else could it have been? Salizar had told him they had made him leave because they were too close. They had been friends, so... was that not what "too close" meant? What else could it mean? Dray could not seem to get his mind to cooperate enough to figure it out; though once the words left Salizar's mouth, he was pretty sure that he had known. "They pulled me away because I fell in love with you." He pulled in a breath as he closed his eyes for a moment. No. No, that could not... He was mishearing things, right? That had to be it. Dracen opened his eyes again and looked back to Salizar as the other man explained why Reapers were not allowed relationships with those people still living. His brow was furrowed as he tried to just... make sense of everything. Why him? How could Zar had really fallen for him? He was just... He was not good for anybody, especially not Salizar. The other man could do so much better. " I didn't expect to fall in love with you... and even then... when I realized... I just wanted you to be happy still." He wished Salizar would stop saying the "l" word. It was just... No. He had to be mistaken. He wanted to shake his head and say that he had not been happy in years, but then... Salizar knew that already. It was something he had admitted one night when they had been talking. He was happier when Zar was around, though, happier than he had been in ages. That meant something, didn't it? It meant... well, he was not sure what it meant. He was not sure of anything; what he thought, what he felt... all of it just seemed so very foreign and scattered and... It was just not making any sense to him. He was trying to keep it together, to keep from... Well, he did not even know what. He just knew that as he stood there, anything he had thought to be true over the past months seemed so wrong. "Can you forgive me, Dracen?" Dray was no longer sure what he was supposed to be forgiving Salizar for. It was not like any of it had been the other man's fault. He did not leave willingly, as Dray had spent who knew how long thinking. He had not just cast Dracen aside like nothing, as if he had never really mattered. There were so many negative thoughts and feelings that just did not have a place anymore, at least not toward the man before him. He had not seen Zar look so... well, not put together. He seemed just as scattered and out of it as Dracen was sure he seemed. "Fuck," Dracen said under his breath, running a hand through his hair before making a split-second decision to just push all his conflicting thoughts aside. Instead, he just acted more on instinct and want than actual thought. He was quick to close the distance between the two of them, kissing Salizar firmly and deeply while resting a hand on the back of the other man's neck to pull him closer. "Nothing to forgive you for," Dracen mumbled as he broke the kiss, resting his forehead against Zar's for a moment while leaving his eyes closed before pulling away just enough to look at the other man. "Stay here tonight?" Dray honestly had no real idea what he was doing. He just knew that he had really, really missed Salizar, and he wanted the other man to stay close to him. It'd been over a year since they had seen one another, but somehow, none of that really seemed to matter to him anymore. Salizar was there. Wasn't that the most important thing? NOTES: i'm liking this rise in word count XD

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[Salizar Slone Snighrig]

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[atrb=style, font-family: Tahoma; word-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; background-color: #000000; border: 2px solid #939393; color: ffffff; padding: 10px; opacity: 0.5]Salizar was sure, so sure, that Dracen was going to tell him to get lost. How could he ever think that falling in love with him would be acceptable? He was trembling, though he tried to make it not noticible by shifting his weight slightly, clasping his hands in front of him. He closed his eyes, fighting the urge to just... flee. Why had he said that? He shouldn't have said anything. But he'd just wanted Dracen to understand. It hadn't been his fault! But... he felt so awful about having to leave. He opened his eyes and looked up at the other male as he heard the other curse and watched him run his hands through his hair. "Dray?" he asked, wondering why the other male had cursed so vehemently. But then the other was moving forward. Salizar braced himself for the possibility of his usually docile friend to slap him or shove him or get in his face and yell at him. He wasn't prepared for what actually occured. He was suddenly being kissed, a hand on his neck to pull him closer. There was a split-second hesitation before Salizar's arms came around the other male. One coiling around Dracen's waist, the other moving to the other's neck the way Dracen was holding him as he turned his head, deepening the kiss even more. And then the other pulled away, resting their foreheads together, their noses touching, lips mere inches away. "I left you... I let you down... if I hadn't... if I hadn't fallen for you, then maybe I would have been there... maybe I could have... done something different," he whispered softly. He was unsure exactly of why Dracen had decided to kiss him, but he decided that he really didn't care much about the reasons behind the kiss. He just didn't want to do it again. And then the other was pulling away a little more and looking at him, asking if he would stay there for the night. He offered a small smile, leaning in to press another kiss to the other's lips, though this one was rather chaste. "I'll stay as long as you want, Dracen... 'cause at this point, I don't know if I could pry my arms away from you... I don't want to let you go again..." he whispered, closing his eyes, leaning in to nuzzle against the other's throat. "I can't tell you how many times I've thought about kissing you... wondering what it would be like. I have to admit... it was better than I thought it would be." Of course, he hadn't kissed all that many people. He didn't kiss just anyone. He kissed the other's neck lightly and pulled back enough to kiss his forehead. "I was afraid that maybe you'd be abhorred by the idea that I felt this way for you, Dracen." After all, Dracen had never really had a serious relationship for as long as Salizar had known him. Though of course, the fact that he hadn't known Dracen for all that long before he was taken away might argue the fact that he didn't know Dracen all that well. But it was still always a fear he experienced. Back in his time, it was unheard of to find two people of the same sex together. Someone probably would have been beaten to death in the town square. Old habits died hard, he supposed.

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[Dracen Alastair Levine]

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Dracen could not keep from smiling slightly into the kiss as Salizar pulled him even closer. It was a better kiss than he ever could have imagined, and he had imagined it... a lot. "Nothing would be different, Zar," Dray mumbled as he closed his eyes for a moment, absently running his fingers through Salizar's hair repeatedly. He knew that even if Zar had stayed around, he would still be where he was. Maybe it would have taken a little longer, but it would not have changed the decision he had already made. He had no longer wanted to live, for any reason. If Zar would have changed that, the want would have gone away long before. Dracen smiled when Zar said he would stay as long as he wanted. That was a very dangerous thing to offer, because Dray was completely unsure if he would be able to let Salizar go. He was not sure he really wanted Zar to live there or anything, but at the same time, that sounded like a good idea... It would be harder to hide... well, everything if Zar lived with him, though. He let out a soft, contented sigh as Salizar nuzzled against him, continuing to run his fingers through the other man's hair. Things actually seemed good for once, and Dray was scared that it was all just some kind of dream. "The only reason I never kissed you before was because I thought you were married," Dracen admitted with a slight nod, turning his head enough to brush a kiss against the side of Zar's neck, holding him a little tighter. "Almost did a few times, though. God, I really wanted to." The younger of the two laughed a little with a slight nod, easily remembering each time he had almost convinced himself to kiss Salizar despite everything else. Of course, usually someone else would come into the room, then.

"I was afraid that maybe you'd be abhorred by the idea that I felt this way for you, Dracen." Dracen could not stop the laugh that passed his lips at that statement. Really? Zar had thought like that. "Zar, this is me, even if I didn't see you the same way, I'd never have ditched you or anything," he stated with a shake of his head. He could not even say when he started to fall for the other man, just that he knew he did. There was something about Zar's smile, and the way he laughed or talked. Dray had pretty much been in awe of him from the start. He had wanted to be with Salizar, but at the same time, he knew that the other man could do so much better than him. Zar deserved someone better than him, and when Zar found that person, Dray would easily step aside. For the time being, though, he was going to be selfish and keep the other man to himself. He stilled his fingers in Salizar's hair, gently gripping the strands as he ran his other hand along the elder man's arm, pulling him a little closer. "S'gonna be difficult to ever let you go, now; you know that, right?" Dracen laughed softly and turned his head enough to capture Salizar's lips with his own again, using the other man's arm to pull him as close as physically possible. There was a reason Dray had never had a serious relationship in the time that they knew one another. Not only was it because Dray seriously just did not believe he was good enough for pretty much anyone, but he had been pining after Zar the entire time. It was difficult to try to be with someone when you really just wanted another. Now that he knew he could, though, Dray did not want to stop kissing the other man. It really was better than anything he could imagine.

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[Salizar Slone Snighrig]

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[atrb=style, font-family: Tahoma; word-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; background-color: #000000; border: 2px solid #939393; color: ffffff; padding: 10px; opacity: 0.5] Salizar rested his head against Dracen's as he held the other male against himself. He hated to think that he wouldn't have been able to help the other male. It meant, of course then, that it had been intentional. He tightened his hold on the other ever-so-slightly. "Except that had I really been there... then I wouldn't be here with you now," he whispered softly, brushing his cheek against the other's hair gently. He liked the feeling of Dracen's hand in his own hair, the sensation of being pet sending shivers down his spine. He liked it a lot, and it wasn't exactly something someone usually did with him. Even when he hugged others, it wasn't like this. No... Dracen was different. Special. He loved just being near the other male. He was just glad Dracen wasn't angry with him. He smiled faintly as Dracen stated that the only reason he hadn't kissed him before was because he thought he was married. "I think that might be part of why we're made to wear the rings where we are..." he convessed, chuckling softly as the other kissed his neck and stated that he almsot did a few times anyway. "It's alright, I was fighting hard not to kiss you myself. I think that if you'd broken in and kissed me, I'd have kissed you back... then they'd likely have taken me away from you a lot sooner than they did. Which could have been bad or good either way. Would it have sped up Dracen's decision to do away with himself? Salizar didn't know, he didn't really want to know at that. He shook his head slightly. Salizar offered a small smile as the other stated that even if he hadn't seen him the same way, he would never have ditched him. "I guess it's just kind of an old habit. Back when I was alive, same-sex relationships were unheard of..." he stated softly, shrugging ever-so-slightly. The first time he'd had such thoughts towards another male, Salizar had thought there was something wrong with him. It was one reason why he really hadn't had many relationships. If he wasn't comfortable with himself, how could anyone else be comfortable? And that wasn't fair to the females he'd gone on dates with... it was why he'd secluded himself for the most part, but this last trip into the mortal world... he'd found that same-sex attractions were... quite common. Still though, he struggled with the realization. But Dracen.. he was more comfortable with Dracen than he'd ever been with anyone else, and he wasn't entirely sure why. Was it just because they had been good friends beforehand? He wasn't sure. He turned his head slightly, kissing the other's head gently as he raised a hand to gently thread into the other's hair, pulling back enough to look at the other as he felt the other's hands still in his hair and the other move down his arm. He smiled at the small confession. "That's alright, it'll be hard for me to let you go now too..." Now that he knew Dracen felt the same way? He didn't think he'd ever be able to let go of his own free will. Dracen would have to make him. He pressed into the kiss, moving his lips against the other's easily. He rather liked kissing Dracen and hoped it never had to stop.

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[Dracen Alastair Levine]

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TAGGED: salizar WORDS: 0517

Dracen did not want to think about the possibility of not having Salizar there with him. No, it was just not a good thing. Sure, he knew that there was a huge possibility that Zar would end up finding someone else and moving on; that did not mean that he wanted to think on the fact that there was a chance that something could have happened to stop them from having this moment. Dray had always wanted to toy with Salizar's hair as he was, though it was something he had never allowed himself to do before. It was too intimate. It was just too much. He had nothing stopping him, now, though, and he found that to be a great thing. The younger man could not keep from smiling softly when Salizar admitted that he had fought against a want to kiss him, too. It was an unneeded ego boost, but nice nonetheless. "I guess it's just kind of an old habit. Back when I was alive, same-sex relationships were unheard of..." Dracen laughed softly with a shake of his head and a fond smile, pressing a lingering kiss to the side of Salizar's neck. "Still, this is me. 'M too... me to be upset about somethin' like that," he replied with a slight nod. It was fairly difficult to really get Dracen upset about something, unless it was regarding his family or friends. He was not so laid back when it came to people upsetting them or doing them wrong in any way. That was an absolute "no" in his opinion. Then again, he held his friends and family in higher respect than he did himself. He was nothing important, after all.

He was honestly not sure how he had captured Salizar's attention, but he honestly did not feel he deserved it. There were so many people out there that were better for him. Maybe with time he would see that. However, that did not mean Dracen would not make the most out of every moment he had with the other man. He was not sure exactly where this left them, relationship wise, but he was too busy kissing the other man to really care to question just yet. They had plenty of time for questions. For the moment, Dracen was just working on feeling. The way Salizar's hands felt on him, the way the other man held him so close that there was literally no space between them. "No more talking," he mumbled against Salizar's lips after a moment before deepening the kiss by lightly tugging on the back of Salizar's neck. He would be more than willing to talk again later, but really, he just wanted to focus on feeling, and Salizar felt pretty damn amazing pressed up against him. Somehow he ended up leaning back against the kitchen counter while continuing to kiss the elder man, though he was not fully sure how they wandered over there; but, he did not really care. Zar was distracting, especially his lips. Seriously, Dray was sure he would never be able to get over the feeling.

OUTFIT: here NOTES: ew. nasty word count.

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