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Post by mackenzie skyler dayne on Jan 20, 2013 21:33:12 GMT -8
The longer he listened to the stuffy business man, the more he wished he had just stayed home to watch after the animals. Skyler had tried to argue with dad that he didn't even like flying and that he didn't really need to go along but the older man had easily beat down both objections. He scowled to himself as he briefly tuned back into the lecture the pacing man was giving. He didn't get what the big deal about importing another horse was. Sure, he knew that they always needed to be bringing in bigger and better bloodlines but why did they have to come half way across the world just to find the perfect addition to the bloodlines when there were fifty fabulous states back home to pick from. Not to mention the variety of top horses just inside Texas. No annoying flight required. He shifted his weight heavily towards his grandmother when the stuffy man took two steps his way. He didn't want to talk to him and he most certainly didn't want to listen to him. His arms, once loose at his sides, tensed as he closed his fist around the hem of his pant leg. He'd promised his dad he'd be on his best polite behavior and he knew better than to cross his arms at someone. Even if that someone couldn't take a hint and needed to go back to talking to someone else.
He waited until the man finally went back to talking to his father before he turned sharply on his heels and crossed the pavement to the pasture on the other side. Skyler gave a glance back over his shoulder to make sure the attention wasn't on him before he pulled himself up onto the fence and, careful of the hot wire lining the inside of the boards, seated himself on the top rail facing away from the group. He couldn't help but keep an ear on the affairs though. Even if he didn't have a say in coming along, he did have a say in what horse was picked. After all, the business was almost half his. Not in a legal way but it was just a technicality that would be looked into just as soon as he had his college degree. He pulled a face at the mere thought of college and silently regretted not bringing along his books so that he could actually make a dent in the papers he had been putting off. Skyler had many, many talents in his opinion and, also in his opinion, one of the best was his ability to procrastinate and still turn out work worthy of high marks. Briefly, he glanced over his shoulder to make sure his family was still where he had left them before going back to watching the few horses that were turned out in the rather muddy pasture. He was sure they were beautiful animals underneath the coat of mud they had rolled onto themselves.
It seemed like forever before the drone of voices finally faded into peaceful stillness that was only broken up by the occasional snort of a magnificent thoroughbred or even the sound of them squelching merrily through a furrow of torn grass and slush. He would never understand how they could tolerate the chill of the weather or even the idea of having wet feet. The fun of being covered in mud was something he could easily relate to but even then he had his limits. The second his feet were wet, he was done and back to the house complaining to whoever happened across his path and dared ask him what he had been up to. An unexpected hand settled on the base of his neck and without stopping to think about it, he jerked forward away from the unwanted contact. It didn't matter that it was through his coat and other various layers. The sharp, wheezy intake of breath behind him and the way the hand tightened firmly on the collar of his jacket told him it was his grandfather but it didn't stop him from swinging his legs back over the fence and pushing the restricting arm away with the back of his own. The young adult met the annoyed look his grandfather gave him with one that was equally annoyed before he looked down to make sure he wasn't going to land on the older mans toes and cause anymore of a scene. He crossed the pavement back to where his father stood and took up his spot beside the man while subconsciously straightening his posture. Handshakes were exchanged, false pleasantries spoken and ways were parted. As he climbed into the passenger seat of the rental car, Skyler could barely contain his pleased, yet irritated smirk over the fact his father hadn't found a single horse he was particularly interested in.
The ride back to the hotel left him fighting sleep and feeling vaguely nauseous. He wanted nothing more to lock himself into his room, take a hot shower and sleep until it was time to head back stateside. It was an unlikely dream though but he couldn't help but hang onto a little hope that his dad wouldn't force him to go explore the streets and experience the culture. He gave a heavy scoff at how ridiculous the idea of getting cozy in London was before using his thick coat sleeve to wipe away the patch of condensation he had left on the window. He wanted to go home already. He missed his warm bed with the snoring boxer hogging his spot. He missed waking up and going down to the barn to be greeted by the chorus of hello's and feed me's from the magnificent thoroughbreds. Not to mention he missed being able to take Skipper to the arena and just goof around with him before finally getting down to business. When the car finally rolled to a stop, he couldn't scramble out of it and towards the front doors of the hotel fast enough. The cold had never been one of his friends and he wasn't about to go trying to change that. A large hand on the top of his head made him pause in his approach to the warm lobby and look up to see just which one of his over sized male relatives had decided to interrupt him and he could barely contain his groan of disappointment when it turned out to be his father. "Go take a walk. You're not sleeping all day," The man told him with a teasing smile before taking his hand away and giving the blonde a small nudge away from the hotel. Skyler could only grumble under his breath and totter away a few steps with the shove before stomping off into the mass of people who apparently had somewhere to be on such a dreary day.
The further he walked from the warm bed that had been calling him and his rude father who had gotten in his way, the less upset he felt about it. His irritation was instead turned onto the intermittent gusts of biting wind. Uncaring about the crowd around him, he stopped in his tracks and took his time fixing the scarf around his neck so that it was wrapped just a bit more snugly and the loose ends were neatly tucked under his coat. The buttons that had been undone to aid access to the scarf were once again done up and Skyler even went as far as to turn his stiff collar up to help keep the wind out. Despite the fact that he had grown up in the warmth of the south and had very rarely dealt with snow or stinging cold winds, he did have some knowledge of how to keep what body heat he put off where it belonged. He gave the faux fur trapper hat a gentle tug to make sure it was snug against his mop of blonde hair before he finally went on his way. It took less than five steps and him not paying attention for him to run smack dab into someone who had been in his blind spot. Out of instinct, he took two half steps back and turned his head sharply to bring the culprit into his sight. He instantly regretted it though and instead wished he had just muttered a watch it and went on his way. As he stood there and took in the fact that he was standing in front of the long lost man of his past, he had to force himself to exhale a warm breath that quickly condensed into fog. He had a thousand scathing remarks he wanted to yell at him. He had spent countless hours locked away in his room working out just what he would call the man when they finally came face to face again. Despite all the preparation though, he couldn't bring himself to start into his rampage. The street was still busy and he didn't want a scene. He definitely didn't want to be in London now. "Jerk," He grumbled under his breath through tight lips before shouldering past the man-beast and starting away. He didn't want to hear anything. He wanted the man to take the childish insult and leave it at that.
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Post by kato maximus apollo leonitus on Jan 20, 2013 23:22:53 GMT -8
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Trying to tell you no, but my body keeps on telling you yes
Trying to tell you stop, but your lipstick got me so out of breath
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[/b][/i] [style=font-family: times; letter-spacing: 1px; font-size: 9px; color: #cc3300;] It was one of those days. Once of those crazy insanely busy days where Kato had no time to himself. It didn’t really matter because he was used to it. He’s lived long enough to know that it was better to be busy than it was to be bored. He sat now, arm stretched over the back of one of the couches, eyes on the person presenting a book to him in his office. He wasn’t sure he liked it, but everyone else seemed interested in it. Maybe it was because it was a tale of sorrow and it hit a little too close to home for him to feel okay with it, but he would let it go anyways, because he was old and his mind wasn’t like the others. He’d read so many books, turned so many pages that half the time they just blended one into the other. However, he would be the first to admit that sometimes the things that ended up on paper could draw him in and catch his attention. This one was not one of them and he felt his mind wondering. He drummed his fingers against the back of the seat, causing the woman next to him to glance at him.
Kato was used to that. He was seated next to the author while her editor went about trying to get him to allow it to be published, but she was as distracted as Apollo was and she kept glancing at him whenever he made even the slightest move. For some reason, it annoyed him that Miss Stone kept looking at him with barely suppressed looks of lust. If anything he wanted to turn to her and snap at her with cruel words that would make her turn and flee, which is what she should do, that or act more professional. Apollo was much too closed off, he didn’t want anyone worming their way into his heart. He’d already messed up once and he couldn’t afford to do it again. The endless prattle was getting to him now though and he was on edge, he could feel the burning heat of the flames he controlled building up inside begging for release and he stood with an easy, almost feline grace from his seat, much too fast for a normal human or supernatural, but too many years of life did that to you, you could perfect everything you did with five thousand years under your belt.
“We’re done here. I’ll have my secretary email you with our answer.” Without any more preambles, Kato was out the door, feeling as though he was about to combust. There was almost an itchy feeling to him as he walked towards the elevator and pushed the button several times and with more force than was necessary. His muscles were tight, flexed and almost painful. He drew in a deep breath and held it as the elevator doors slide open and he stepped in swiftly, shutting the doors so as to be left alone. He leaned against the reflective wall and looked up at the ceiling after pressing the button for the first floor. Shit, he needed to get his head on straight, but it was like something was poking at him, trying to warn him or heaven’s knew what else. Raising a hand, Apollo rubbed idly at his temples closing his eyes and seeing meaningless images flash there, which caused him to draw his brows together. The ride to the lower floors seemed much too short as it came to a halt and the double doors slide open. Kato looked out at the crowded ground level before leaving the safety of the elevator.
People stared, they always stared, especially when he worse this suit, this black suit with the white undershirt and golden colored tie that so closely matched his molten eyes. However, he was not uncomfortable with the staring; it was something he had long ago grown used to. He had once been a gladiator, someone who was a slave, put on show for others to stare at while he killed overs. Kato knew the blood that colors his hands, invisible as it was, was still there and that he was, at heart, cold blooded and ruthless when he needed to be and then, without realizing it, he was out in the open, the winter winds buffeting against him, but unable to penetrate the warmth that came off of him in waves. People moved easily out of his way as he walked and he kept his head down, looking up through over long curls and his lashes at the path in front of him, shifting every so often to move out of the paths of others. His mind was wondering now, set free from whatever confines it had been in, wondering back to days long gone now.
Then his world tilted and took a sudden plunge and he felt like he’d been dunked head first into ice water as a familiar mind connected with his before a slight frame and a grumbled word hit him. His liquid gold eyes shot down and then he twisted turning to look at the person who haunted him day in and day out and felt his breath catch. No, it couldn’t be. He’d left him behind in the states, left him without a single word. How could he be here? But none of that mattered as he rushed forward and grabbed them rather tightly around the wrist. “Skyler?” He couldn’t believe his own eyes as the name slipped passed his lips and he didn’t care that he’d been called a jerk, he didn’t care that he looked fifty shades of foolish as he stood there in the street, his hand wrapped around a slim wrist, cooler to the touch than any other person’s skin had ever been in. “What are you doing here? Why are you in London?” Kato’s words tumbled out without much pause and he had to bite the inside of his cheek until he tasted blood before he was able to keep himself quiet.
Once more, Kato’s life had taken a twist that he should have seen coming, but had not and he wondered, not for the first time, what the hell fate had planned for him because right now, he wasn’t sure he liked the plan at all, but he didn’t really react as he pulled Skyler back towards him and wrapped an arm around his waist, a gesture that said that he wasn’t going to let the much smaller man get away from him, not when he has so many questions and not when his heart was racing at an almost painful pace and his mind was completely devoid of anything, but holding onto him for as long as he possible could because he knew, in his heart of hearts, that he could never keep Skyler, not after what he’d done. [style=font-family: times; letter-spacing: 1px; font-size: 9px; color: #cc3300;] I'd be waking up, in the morning probably hating myself
And i'd be waking up, feeling satisfied but guilty as hell
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Post by mackenzie skyler dayne on Jan 21, 2013 3:16:39 GMT -8
The more he thought about the flight home the more he wished he could just buy a private boat to take him state side. Air sickness was, shamefully, something he suffered from and without a heavy dose of Dramamine he turned into an even worse monster than he was on the ground. Before he had gone through what he grudgingly referred to as a second puberty, it hadn't been a big deal for him to take his pills and sleep through the entire flight. Now, he couldn't risk falling asleep with his family and so many people around. He didn't care that it was common knowledge that there were creatures roaming across the face of the earth who weren't quite human anymore. He wasn't quite ready to admit it to his family, let along a crowded first class flight. It almost went without saying that the result of being unable to sleep, having to fight the Dramamine his granny had sneakily slipped him and feeling all together worse for wear had turned him into a complete terror towards the flight attendants and the poorly behaved toddler two rows up. When the plane touched down Skyler had been more than happy to let his father piggy back him into the terminal while his uncle took care of his bags. Sometimes, just sometimes, he was okay with being carried and letting someone wait on him, even if his pride wouldn't let him admit it or ask for it.
Leon had been the last person he had expected to run into. Both figuratively and literally. He thought he had managed to get rid of any thought of him and the feelings that went along with them when he had finally come to terms with the fact that he wasn't coming back. He had spent long days locked in his room, talking himself into forgetting the times they had shared together and especially forgetting the nights. By some miracle, he had managed to finally drag himself out of his pool of misery and returned to what he felt was as close to normal as he was going to get without faking unnecessary smiles. Little joy had been brought by visiting that little Arizona lake of his past or walking through the pasture where they had laid and talked for hours about trivial things. For a long while he had felt uneasy roaming around the town they had explored together and he found the only way to cope had been to just avoid the town all together. Eventually though, he had learned how to deal with it all. He had learned how to ignore the nagging little memories that wanted to leap to the front of his mind and eat at his resolve. He'd finally been able to stalk the streets of his town while not balking at the sight of a shop they had frequented. He had, as far as anyone was concerned, gotten over Leon and moved on with his life. Even he had convinced himself that he was over the hurt of being left without a reason. He was fine. It was all fine.
No sooner had the over sized hand clamped onto his wrist did he give a yelp and a full body tug backwards to try and break loose. He didn't want to be touched. He didn't like to be touched. Leon of all people didn't deserve to touch him. Not anymore. The way his name seemed to trickle out of the familiar mans lips brought a brief pause from his attempt at prying the unwanted hand off of him. "No," He growled before returning his attention to the only thing preventing him from leaving and forgetting the whole encounter had ever happened. He was willing to lie through his teeth if it meant the hold on him was released and he could bolt. It was times like these that he always regretted not having the same strength that Leon had. It had always been easy for the man to pick him up or pull him around when necessary. Skyler could remember no real moment that the man-beast had ever tried to actually hurt him on purpose but there had been times he had. With their size difference it had only been expected though and he had been considerably more understanding with Leon than he had been with other bumbling idiots who didn't realise their own power. "Maybe I'm leaving someone who cares about me behind? Know all about that, don't you?" He snapped at him sharply while forcing a glare onto his face to hide just how shocked he was at his own words. That had not been something he had planned back in the solitude of his bedroom. Guilt tripping had never been a tactic he used against anyone outside of his family to get what he wanted.
Just when he had thought the whole meeting couldn't get anymore awkward, he became aware of the passing, curious glances that the fellow sidewalk patrons were giving. The blonde knew it was only human nature to be interested in any sort of excitement that seemed to be going on around them. Heck, he was even guilty of standing around watching a schoolyard scuffle instead of trying to stop it simply because it shook things up and helped his days seem different from one to the next. At the feeling of being pulled back towards Leon, Skyler did everything in his power, aside from going completely ballistic, to prevent it. He didn't want to be sheltered against the biting wind by the happy warmth that had always radiated from the much larger man. If he'd been in his right mind, he'd of started making mental notes of all the new things he was realising he didn't want in the world. "Let me go," He started in a surprisingly soft voice while tilting his head so that he could stare him in the eye. "You don't have this right anymore. You left, you lost. Now get off," He had decided to stay calm but it slowly became less and less of an option as he grew more uncomfortable with each passing second of such close proximity to his ex. He found himself wanting to nestle into the material of the flattering suit and soak up all of the warmth that Leon had always been willing to share. He shouldn't of wanted anything to do with him and his body though. He should've been struggling and carrying on like the much larger man was some weirdo trying to make a move but instead he was standing almost calmly. It made him angry at not only himself but also at the man who was causing of the creeping doubts.
Finally, he found his will to retaliate and he shoved his free elbow at the underside of his ribcage to try and get him off. "You didn't even tell me bye," Skyler told him as he tried to keep his temper in check for once in his life. He didn't need to get overly emotional in public or worse, in front of the man who had seen him at both his best and his worst. Emotions had always been hard for the young man to put into words to both himself and to the people around him. Sure, he knew what he was feeling and he 'knew' what it was in his head but for him to verbalize just what he was feeling with names and descriptions, it was hard and frustrating. Just as quickly as his temper had raged, it fizzled out and left him feeling worn and hopeless. It had always been practically useless for him to tell Leon to get off him when he man was set on having him in close contact. It was also just as pointless for him to keep trying to get loose from the grip on his waist. It was all in vain and he was much too jet lagged to deal with the arm around him and the roller coaster his emotional theme park decided was the new main attraction. His shoulders hunched in a defeated manner as he buried his chin further into the collar of his coat and rested his forehead against the taller mans side. "You left," He whimpered miserably while he bounced his forehead solidly against the dark haired mans side to emphasis each word. Skyler knew that he sounded like a broken record and his pride was kicking him for being so weak and giving up but he didn't care. He wanted Leon to know just what he had done and just maybe make him feel guilty about it.
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Post by kato maximus apollo leonitus on Jan 29, 2013 23:13:51 GMT -8
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Trying to tell you no, but my body keeps on telling you yes
Trying to tell you stop, but your lipstick got me so out of breath
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Skylar’s yelp sent a nearly aggressive growl bubbling up from his throat, causing his grip to tighten fractionally before loosening once more as he kept the much smaller man trapped against his body, leaning over him ever so slightly, so that he could look down at his face with narrowed liquid gold eyes. His struggles were futile and Kato knew that Skylar would realize it sooner or later, hopefully sooner so that he didn’t end up hurting himself because Apollo was at his wits end with this, he just wanted to scoop the boy up and carry him away to whatever space was closest, be it the office or his apartment. The word no slipped from Skylar’s lips and Kato tensed, every muscle in his body going taunt with frustration and fury, fury that caused his body to warm even more. Leon knew he was abusing his strength right now, knew he was abusing his thousands of years building up and becoming as powerful as he was. However, his words reached his ears and Kato frowned, sadness deeper than what others had ever experienced crossed his face.
His arms tightened fractionally around him and a tumble of words spilled from his lips, “Amoris. . .”The latin word for love fell from his lips before he could stop it and, sucking down a breath he spoke, his voice rumbling low in his chest, softer than he’d ever spoken, “It was never my intention to leave without a word, but I couldn’t stay. I just couldn’t.” His throat was tight as he spoke, constricting his words as he bit into his bottom lip so hard that he tasted blood. He could not afford to let his emotions get the better of him. It was a curse and a blessing to have lived as long as Kato had. A blessing because he could watch the world change and a curse because sometimes his emotions were uncontrollable or hard to express, but he tried with all his might to be the way that he should be, to act like he was completely in control and that it was easy to express himself. “I never meant to hurt you this way. It was not what I wanted to do, but I mucked it up, obviously.”
Kato glanced up and around, catching the eyes of several people who worked for him or associated with him. Not that he cared that they were looking; everyone knew that Leon was not as well behaved as he looked, but still, he wasn’t sure how he felt about them looking at him and Skylar, he could already hear the whispers that would float around his building for days, maybe even weeks depending on how detailed and inventive they got with their rumors. He bristled with agitation, eyes casting about before settling on the top of the blonde’s head. That was a safe place to look, a place where he didn’t have to see anyone else and where his dark curls were able to slide forward and shadow his golden eyes from anyone who was looking at them. “I can’t or rather, I won’t.” His words came out a brutal growl, a snarl that rumbled in his chest and caused passerby’s to give them a wide birth in case the larger man decided to lung at them. Kato didn’t give an answer to Skylar’s next set of words; he just held him tight and tried not to let every last fleeting emotion skate across his face.
The elbow to his ribs only caused the ancient to grunt and raise a brow at him. A little elbowing had never been something that made Kato let go of what he wanted to hold onto. “I did though or at least I tried. I didn’t want to leave you without a word, it was never my intention and I wish you would let me explain.” The words came out choked and strained, like he wasn’t sure he should be saying these words, but forcing them out none the less. Apollo knew that this was neither the time nor the place to be having this conversation and he swallowed sharply, trying to deep down the lump that was slowly, but steadily forming in his throat, trying to choke off his words, shut out the emotions that he needed to get across to Skylar. The thump of the blonde’s head against Kato’s side, he looked down at him, his lower lip quivered lightly, but he stilled it, clamping his teeth down on his lower lip and once more tasting blood. “I left because I had no choice and I know you’ll say I did, but I didn’t for all that it’s worth, I truly did not have a choice.”
Without thought to go with the action, Kato lifted up one hand and locked it in Skylar’s hair, yanking lightly in an attempt to get the boy to tilt his head back so that golden eyes could meet blue ones. “Come back to my place, please. Let me explain myself and if you still feel the same way when I’m done, you can go and you’ll never have to see me again.” The words hurt to say, but he knew he needed to say them, because in all truth, Apollo had no right to even want to try and explain him. He had no right to want Skylar as much as he wanted him now. This small, temperamental boy had wormed into the ancient’s heart and Kato knew, deep down, that he would have eventually hunted down Skylar, he would eventually have disrupted his life so that he could once more be part of it, because he craved Skylar as he had once craved Astra only it was deeper rooted, because now, Leon would not have to watch his lover die at the hands of another, because he was stronger now and he would not let Skylar walk away from him, no matter his words that he would leave him be, he just couldn’t do it. [style=font-family: times; letter-spacing: 1px; font-size: 9px; color: #cc3300;] I'd be waking up, in the morning probably hating myself
And i'd be waking up, feeling satisfied but guilty as hell
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Post by mackenzie skyler dayne on Feb 4, 2013 3:09:54 GMT -8
The longer he stood there trapped against Leon's side and soaking up the unnatural warmth that radiated off him, the sicker he felt to his stomach. He wasn't meant to be stuck in the position while the world went on around them assuming that they were long lost lover who were too excited to see one another again. It was too far from the truth and the thought made him want to squirm. While Leon seemed only too happy to pick up where they had left off and have his meaty hands all over him, he just wanted to put his head down and slink back to his rented room. He had been wrong to assume that he wouldn't want to be near him or even touch him all those months ago when he had sat in his room in the dark. During those nights he had sat in the middle of his unmade bed and stared blindly at the far wall while a thousand reasons why pushed their way into his mind. He had spent countless hours convincing myself that the reason Leon had left was because he had grown bored of him. It had worked in the end. He had himself believing that they, even though they weren't in contact, had both gotten over the other. The grip on his waist and the whispered words were enough to crumble that assumption.
Skyler had to resist the part of his paranoid mind that was telling him to pull back from the larger man and actually take a look around to judge just how much attention the scene was creating. In all honesty, he didn't feel like a pair of men standing in the middle of a sidewalk in London would create too much of a disturbance considering they weren't doing anything totally out of the ordinary but he couldn't be totally sure. The last thing he wanted was for a concerned do-gooder to take it upon themselves to approach and ruin the moment. A deep frown turned down the corner of his lips as he came to the realisation that he didn't want someone to interrupt them. Sure, he wanted to go his separate way and pretend that he had never seen Leon again but at the same time he wanted to jump down his throat in the privacy that only a locked door could provide. He wanted to demand to know why his only option had been to leave without saying goodbye. Skyler had been taught all his life that there was always more than one way out of everything and that even when it seemed like there were no other options, there was at least one more that would solve the problem. Even as the man told him that he hadn't meant to hurt him, Skyler couldn't and wouldn't believe him. It was too soon for forgiveness.
Using the hand that wasn't occupied by Leon, he jerked the hat roughly off his head with an irritated grunt before stuffing it sloppily into a pocket on his jacket. As cold as it was, he didn't need something blocking his already diminished peripheral vision. It was a lost cause for him to be able to keep an eye on the people passing by but at the very least he would be able to see if Leon made another move to grab him elsewhere. As he stood there with his forehead pressed to the larger mans side, he reflected on how stupid it was for him to think an elbow was going to grant him any sort of escape. Very few people in his life had the nerve to go ask his demands to be let go and even fewer had the nerve to keep a hold of him once he tried to take the matters into his own hand. The list had consisted of his dad and grandfather before Leon had come into the picture. It was frustrating for him to be unable to growl and glare at someone to have them do exactly as he wanted at the exact moment that he wanted it to be done. Skyler gave a sigh through his nose as he resisted the urge to lift his gaze up to the man who was talking to him and instead turned his head so that he could stare at the nearest building front. He figured that if he couldn't completely tune out his ramblings then the least he could do was distract himself by pretending to be suddenly interested in the architect of the surrounding buildings.
Too late did he take note of the disappearance of Leon's free hand and the moment it reappeared Skyler was cursing his carelessness. The familiar weight of a hand in his hair brought a wave of conflicting emotions over him along with the uncomfortable nausea. Suppressed memories managed to claw their way out of the mind vault he had worked so hard to put them in and it took every once of his self control to not physically baulk or get violently ill. It dawned on him that the longer the pair stayed in the street, the more likely it was that his iron will was going to crumble and the less than favourable changes he had gone through were going to become all too obvious. Even as the hand tightened in his hair and gave a beckoning tug to get him to turn his face up, he resisted against it by stubbornly trying to pull his head away while trying to not lose a chunk of blonde hair. The fight was soon lost to him though when the first of many accent words started to proposition him. Tipping his head back, he met a pair of unnaturally tinted eyes and for a brief moment he allowed pushed down memories to bubble up. Had Leon's eyes always been golden? Suspiciously, he narrowed his own eyes to cover the confusion that flashed across his face before he managed to wipe it clean. He had too many questions and absolutely no time or want to ask them. He didn't want to care about the man that still managed to amaze and fascinate him.
It took his mind far too long to piece together just what was being said to him but took it far less longer to come to an answer. He didn't want to go anywhere with Leon in this strange city. He didn't want to open himself up to being vulnerable and lost in the event that he managed to find an opening to get away from the entire situation. Just as he opened his mouth to argue that he would prefer they go back to his hotel to talk, he realised how bad of an idea it was. His father and uncle would be less than thrilled to see Leon and he could only imagine they wouldn't be too happy to actually give them any sort of time alone to just talk to the other. His brows pulled downwards for a moment as he tried to debate just what his options were. He knew he could agree to just go with the man and make things simpler but his wounded pride wouldn't let him give up so easily. On the other hand, he didn't want to risk his family doing something hasty, especially in a foreign country, the moment the pair waltz through the door. He cleared his throat slightly as he let the awkward silence drag out a few minutes longer before he managed to come to the solution. Pulling his shoulders back, he straightened his posture so that he came across as much more firm than he actually felt. "No," He answered firmly with a defiant upward tilt of his chin. Skyler knew that he had very little of chance of standing up to Leon if he had it in his head they were going elsewhere. He knew all too well just how easily the man was able to pick him up and carry him off to wherever it was he wanted them to be. "I tried to talk to you and you apparently didn't want to then, so we're not going to now," The blonde continued in a clipped tone while he met Leon's gaze much more calmly than he felt.
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