NiGHT O W L(aaron)

[CALLAN O'CONNER]

the skies were loaded with murky ribbons of dark gray clouds. the moon hovered over the city, glistening with purpose. citizens were aimlessly and purposely wondering around the city, weaving by callan as he wondered through the city. it could be foolish of him being here in the city where thousands of police wondering around, waiting for este to reveal themselves, however it's actually a clever idea as long as he didn't do anything stupid. callan made his way into a tavern wanting a drink even though he's underage. that's why teenagers invented fake ids. to fool the foolish. the tables inside were round and most of them were full of late night owls. the bar was rather vacant, therefore it only made sense to take a seat there. on his way to the bar something felt wrong. he glanced over his shoulder to see a vaguely familiar face. he didn't know who it happened to be, but he did know the guy was following him. he'd been at his flank for a good two miles now.

when the tavern became rather empty, with only two witnesses other than himself and his new friend who keeps following him, he knew he had to find out what he wanted. why he followed him. callan watched the couple leave and the bartender go to the restroom- how convenient. callan got up off the seat and listened to the guy behind him do the same. in a blink of an eye, callan turned, seeing the guy armed. on instinct he charged after the guy, who readied himself for attack. the stranger swung his short sword, clearly aiming for callan's throat. he dunked and tripped the guy onto the floor, using his other leg to pin him there. callan swiftly pulled out his knife, aiming the sharp end at the strangers throat. going to kill him, but locked his arms before the end of the knife collided into the strangers throat. why are you following me? the guy smirked,"isn't it obvious?" the bartender emerged from the back and yelled after callan,"get off him what are you doing!?". tch! he leaped onto his feet and raced out the door.

he navigated through the runway and the tunnels found in the outskirts easily. he had ran into a few familiar faces that always give him trouble. but he ignored them and continued on toward aaron's home. he slipped through the door, and closed it behind him. it was late, and he probably shouldn't have been out in the city. maybe aaron was asleep? he sighed softly and ran a hand through his hair.

[AARON GIORAN]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,400,true][atrb=style,border: 1px dotted #3b607f; border-top: 3px solid #3b607f; border-bottom: 3px solid #3b607f; padding: 20px; text-align: center;][bg=c9c7be] I WILL burnmydread I ONCE RAN AWAY FROM THE GOD OF FEAR AND HE CHAINED ME TO DESPAIR AARON WAS ANYTHING BUT ASLEEP.To be quite frank, he actually was rather wide awake. To many disturbing things bothering him lately. Just to much going on now a days it seemed. There were simply to many things to get done and it was seriously starting to give the man a headache. And, when things like this happened, it normally got very, very grumpy. Which meant anyone and everyone was liable to getting snapped at and or yelled at. It was just how Aaron worked. It was because of this that he had most recently put himself in self exile. Staying away from anyone and everyone. Which meant for the past few days he had pretty much been ignoring anyone that meant anything to him. Including, Hakudoshi, Risk and even Callan. Though, Callan had been at least allowed to see him during those few days, for his own sanity. Every once in a while Aaron did take in the boy's feelings. After all he could only assume how much he must of thought to himself if Aaron was still in his room or if he had disappeared, the thoughts were endless. So, he had allowed only him to come in. It was that night however, that Aaron finally got tired of being in his room. It was late, and something was bothering him. He hadn't seen Callan at all that day. It quite annoyed him, not that the boy hadn't seen him. Instead, it was the fact that if he was in trouble Aaron was going to have to go save him. Something he did not feel like doing at all. It really made him angry thinking about it. Well, at least he could have a bit of fun, he guessed, playing around with the little hunters that tried to hurt Callan. That was always fun, on the other hand, he hadn't drawn blood in quite some time, so it was due for some change. He stalked quietly through his house, no sound coming from him as his footsteps hit the tiled floor beneath him. He moved down the steps with grace since his room was on the second floor. It was amazing how much room he had in the house. Why so many demons lived there at times. Though, no one was allowed in his wing on the second floor other than those given permission, so most of that wing was hidden in secrecy, and was normally heavily guarded. He waved his hand to the guards as they looked at him oddly since they hadn't seen him in days. He said nothing to them and instead continued his pace. As he did so smoke seemed to appear near his hand and his red eye seemed to glow vaguely. In his hand formed his normal weapon. His spiked staff that normally was his only defense and also his greatest strength. He was almost to the door when someone else came in, in a bit of a hurry it seemed. Aaron's eyes zoned in on Callan's form easily. "It seems I don't have to come rescue you Callan, though you seem to need rescuing anyway. What sort of trouble have you gotten yourself into this time?" he asked lazily. Since Callan was right in front of him, he saw no reason to be antsy any longer. He leaned against his staff lightly. He really seemed almost lazy now despite the earlier agitation that he had shown. Perhaps the thought of knowing Callan was safe had made such a change? Maybe.. maybe not.. this was Aaron after all, and you could never be certain. TAGGED Callan THEME meh n/a CODED BY ☂RAINBOWRAMA FROM OTE!

[CALLAN O'CONNER]

broody would be an excellent word to describe the atmosphere lurking in aaron's mansion. many would claim elaborate stories on why aaron happen to be feeling on edge. for instance rumors claim the hunters have gain the upper hand on the leader of este demons; aka aaron. even though callan doubts everyone is trust worthy under aaron's command, rumors are just rumors right? there's also a rumor starring callan himself: callan and aaron are a thing, lovers, partners. etc. just thinking about it made callan uneasy since he knew aaron didn't have time for relationships and would probably be annoyed to hear of such a rumor. accorded to callan, aaron probably thought of him as a burden and/ or just a shield. therefore he had that rumor stopped rather quickly by hunting down the source and their little birdies. aaron had enough to bargain with at the moment. considering that, he probably wouldn't be able to sleep. callan sighed, feeling a very familiar presense. he brought his chocolate eyes to aaron while he spoke.

he snorted and stuffed his hands in his pockets,please, i don't need saving. his voice came out sarcastic and teasing. the smirk that pulled on his lips soon flatted to a simple lip line. he couldn't lie to aaron about running into another hunter, that would be suicide however. so would calling it nothing. but callan couldn't help but be a stubborn smart ass to him when he seemed in need of waking up from his busy mind,it's nothing i can't handle. he walked over to him, parking himself shoulder to shoulder with aaron and whispered to him over his shoulder,admit it... you missed me.

[/color] a smirk, though small, pulled on the demon's lips. the demon leader cares about his guardian,[/color] he added, probably pushing it. but he enjoyed pushing his buttons. he wanted aaron to have some way of venting out, yelling at something, even if it had to be him. he would guard aaron, even from himself.

now pondering on the stranger that had followed him two miles and pulled a weapon on him in the tavern, he knew it had to be a hunter. but why only one? did they send him to make sure it was callan? that he was in fact alive? or did the hunter get cocky and believed he could take a demon on by himself? either way, callan wouldn't go down without a fight. he wondered if he should talk to aaron seriously about what they'd do if the hunter hypothetically caught him and used him for their personal gain. but not even he right now cared to bring that topic up.
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[AARON GIORAN]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,400,true][atrb=style,border: 1px dotted #3b607f; border-top: 3px solid #3b607f; border-bottom: 3px solid #3b607f; padding: 20px; text-align: center;][bg=c9c7be] I WILL burnmydread I ONCE RAN AWAY FROM THE GOD OF FEAR AND HE CHAINED ME TO DESPAIR THE ILLUSIONIST WASN'T SURPRISED WHEN CALLAN SPOKE, there was often times the boy was a brat and this was no exception. It took him long enough to look at him even. Though, that could of just been Aaron's own fault. He had looked away from the boy after all. Though, Aaron didn't really like giving him is full attention at the moment. After all Aaron had actually contemplated saving him. That was a feat in itself. Especially with the way Aaron worked, normally things like that wasn't his style. Even if it was someone close to him, Aaron normally let things handle themselves. Wasn't that enough? He had thought about Callan, so he could go sleep now yes? Nope. Aaron didn't think he would be able to sleep anyway, so why not tease and bother Callan until he was forced to tell Aaron the truth. He wondered if he could get him in a illusion, that was always fun, or at least until he got to close and cancelled out his powers. That was a pain in the butt. It tended to bother Aaron at times, but he had gotten used to it he guessed. The first time he had done it, it had been odd, feeling like a human when he had always had so much power, now, it was like a second thought to him. He wasn't ever bothered by it anymore, so he just ignored it. Aaron was pulled from his thoughts when he heard the boy snort. Oh boy, here it was, this was how he normally always acted. Which meant much sarcasm was on its way. Aaron really didn't want to start this, really, he had just talked about helping him. Couldn't Callan at least show a bit of gratitude? Of course not, Aaron should of known the answer to that. When he spoke, it was Aaron's turn to be sarcastic. "Of course Callan, that is why you are seemingly out of breath when you first came in and seemed almost like you where hiding from something. That wouldn't need saving at all." he said. It was a calm voice, but it had a uplift to it. The normal way Aaron spoke when he was teasing someone. He shook his head slightly letting out a sigh. He knew Callan enough to know what he said was true. The boy could handle himself, but Aaron had always feared that side of him. Despite how he acted, Aaron had pondered such things several times and he couldn't help but think of bad situations. "You know Callan, one day that smart ass of yours is going to get you in trouble. You're going to take on someone you can't beat and then, I will have to save you~" he said. Oh, he was starting to get into this now. "And you know what will happen after that? I will not quit pestering you about it." he said a smile on his face. Well, it seemed that Callan had successfully gotten Aaron out of his slight withdraw. Well, at the cost of his own degratement. It was okay though, Callan could get him back and he knew it, so he didn't feel the least bit bad about doing it. admit it... you missed me. That, he couldn't help but admit, caught him completely off guard. Where his eyes had been half closed, still lazily like, snapped open. the demon leader cares about his guardian, Aaron, for once was completely dumbfounded on what to say. So, instead silence filled the small room were the two were. He wasn't exactly sure how long the silence presumed on. He really wasn't paying attention. Instead the words continued to circle within his head. He couldn't help but really think about them. Any other time, Aaron probably would of snapped at him, probably what Callan had wanted him to do again. This time, it was almost as if Aaron didn't know what to do. The male demon let out a sigh finally letting his two different colored eyes close once more. It was only for a moment before he once more opened them. They looked right into Callan's own chocolate orbs. Normally Aaron would of never made such a direct eye contact, normally his eyes were always turned toward him in a lazy manor or only briefly, but this time they stayed there. After a few more seconds he finally decided to speak. "And what if I was Callan, do you honestly believe, that I don't?" he said. Well, that was a new one. Aaron never said something like this. He wouldn't of been surprised if the first thing that came to the boy's mind was "IS HE SICK?" Aaron however, didn't look away, which obviously meant he wasn't joking. How odd... TAGGED Callan THEME meh n/a CODED BY ☂RAINBOWRAMA FROM OTE!

[CALLAN O'CONNER]

if any other commanding demon, callan perhaps would have flinched and spilled the beans to the leader's words. however the guardian knew aaron on a level he believes no other can compare to or compete with. the corner of his lips pulled into a famous smirk he wore charmingly well. training. making sure i keep up to speed when saving your ass.

[/color] his eyes glistened. his statement couldn't be farther from the truth. the young man had purposely, foolishly, boldly- however you'd see it- walked among the enemy territory. determined to find answers, if it be for aaron's sake or his own. he mainly wanted to see if the hunters numbers have truly increased, for aaron's sake only, but came to discover a bit more.

callan rolled his eyes to the first sentence that slipped past aaron's tongue. now he had to hear the este leader go on with his tauting. but it made callan smile. he could physically feel the atmosphere around aaron lighten up, which is exactly what he wanted. he didn't mind being the punching bag for him. he shrugged when aaron finished speaking and felt the famous smirk return to his rosy lips. yes, well perhaps you could carry me bridal style back home after you save me, hmm?[/color] then he heard him speak again and added,pestering? more like nurturing me back to health.

then, suddenly, there was silence. he could see aaron's eyes widen as though what he said hit a nerve. did it? his brows narrowed, trying to debate what was going through the este leader's head.

more silence.

it started to nag at callan how quiet he suddenly got after his comment. wait- did he miss him? could aaron, the leader of the demon este i might add, like him enough to miss him? his mind was flooding with possibilities. at the moment he wished he had the ability to read people's thoughts. he seemed to relax a bit when aaron sighed and closed his inhuman mismatched eyes. perhaps he was already over the stubborn smart ass for the night? callan froze when aaron's eyes directly stared into his own chocolate ones. his eyes widened a bit, wondering what was wrong with aaron. he felt in a trance the longer aaron's eyes kept contact with his own. his body grew limp and numb- did he know he had that power on him? this affect? maybe he was over thinking it? he just wanted aaron to say something, anything. speak. SPEAK. SPEAK!

And what if I was Callan, do you honestly believe, that I don't?

now it was his turn to be dumbfounded and taken off guard. no he didn't- or did he? god what was happening!? he had to be serious, or else he would have glanced aside or smirked, or laughed- even chuckled. what should he do? continue to be a smart ass or be serious in return. UGH- make it stop! he felt his head spinning. he couldn't take it, he tore his eyes from aaron's and sighed,i'm a burden to you am i not? if you cared it would be for your followers- how i'm a risk to keep here.[/color] where did that even come from? this isn't the time to be serious- is it? he shook his head and forced a smirk on his face, adding a smart remark,well, then you'd be one step closer to the rumor sped about us being lovers. shit. did he just say? he meant to keep that on the down low. he mentally slapped himself.
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[AARON GIORAN]

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Either way, he was going to pound the real truth out of him eventually. Didn't matter where he was..Aaron was going to get it, but for now he was going to let Callan have the easy way out. If he didn't know any better people would probably think he was going soft on the boy. Heh, he would deal with it later. It was to late for any yelling any way. It wasn't like he wanted to wake up anyone in his home or anything like that. HA sarcasm. After his rather fun comments, it seemed Callan had something up his own sleeve. At his words Aaron's eye twitched slightly. Bridal style was it? Okay, so maybe he would have but now that he said it like that, Aaron wanted to just be mean to him. Not, that he wasn't doing that earlier anyway. "Who says I'm going to carry you bridal style? Since i actually saved your ass .. I'm gonna plop you over my shoulder and completely ignore you the whole way home." he said with his own devilish grin. At Callan's next statement he easily shrugged his shoulders and leaned against his weapon once more. "Nursing, Torture... they are relevant.. or at least close to each other..." he said laughing a bit. Of course he would of taken care of him. But it was no fun telling him that. Callan all ready had a bloated head.. he didn't need anymore. That was when everything started to go downhill. Sure, Aaron always teased him, said a few, okay a LOT of mean things.. but Callan couldn't possibly really believe that he didn't like him. Did he? That hurt worse than anything the illusionist thought. He didn't know why it hit him so hard all of a sudden but it did and there was nothing he could do about it. Only silence came upon him, with no way out of it. No way out.. but the truth. Something he hadn't used in a while when it came to Callan. The male had always assumed that Callan knew how he really felt, and that he knew that Aaron never really meant any of the things he said to him. It had never been his true intention to actually make the boy feel worthless or whatever he possibly felt around him. It had never been that at all. To be completely honest, Aaron didn't know what his feelings entailed for Callan. It wasn't only him either, his entire little circle of close friends.. Risk, Haku, and even Callan. All of them, they were the only ones that had ever gotten under Aaron. Well, to the point that he would actually show them true emotions. It was...hard.. to say the least. He never really knew how to act around them. But he couldn't just be his cruel, sadistic self either. Now he saw how well that worked with Callan. But, it had never really been that. Callan was different than others, and Aaron had a very close relationship with him. But now.. it seemed like he had once again ruined just about everything once more. He came from a background of no knowledge of love or anything along those lines. Taught that no one cared about you in this cruel world. It was how Aaron had lived before he had met others that actually cared somewhat. Aaron didn't know what to think and he was having just as much of a mental collapse as Callan was. The stress had all ready been killer enough.. and now all these thoughts about people and those close to him, were tearing at him. When Callan tore his eyes away, that only seemed to claw worse at the wound that had all ready been opened from all of this. Just the fact alone that Callan really thought he wasn't worth being kind to, or even Aaron actually being truthful to him. His next sentence made Aaron retaliate a bit and he shut his eyes. A burden? Those words made him almost shiver. This was how he had felt all those years ago. It brought up horrid memories. Ones that he often times put to the back of his mind and locked away there until moments like these made him recall such things. At such a disturbance to his mind his staff that had been conjured by his will and illusions disappeared into a purple mist that normally appeared with his illusions. He was known for the stuff. When you saw it you knew he was coming, and most of the time just seeing it caused others to be afraid for one reason or another. Aaron didn't know what to respond and his mind ate away at him. All the different thoughts that were going through there. Even Callan's next comment didn't rouse him whatsoever. It would of probably worked better if Callan would of said it to a wall. Without his weapon to lean on Aaron's right hand found its way to the wall as he leaned against it. God, what the hell was happening to him? He didn't know what or how to compute anything of what was going on. "no.." he whispered out of his lips. It was the only thing that was coming to his mind. The only thing that would come. So much was going on there, to many hurtful and cruel things that struck at him. It showed how much Aaron had actually been through and how much he hid away from everyone and everything. Callan, was probably the only one who had ever, and would ever see Aaron in such a state of mind. Aaron had spent years learning how to hide it away and cover it with a "cold" like personality. "D-don't ever think like that. " his voice didn't sound like his own. If anything it sounded weak. A word Aaron wasn't familiar with. A word he hadn't used to describe himself in a long time. He finally opened his eyes once more. They seemed to shake and his red eye seemed to lack its normal glow. What the hell was going on? Aaron didn't know how to stop any of this, and the worst of all was he didn't know how to fix something like this. TAGGED Callan THEME If I Had You CODED BY ☂RAINBOWRAMA FROM OTE!

[CALLAN O'CONNER]

he could see the este leader's wheels literally turning in his head. brewing up a smooth come back to callan's fun comments. the guardian waited anxiously to see what arron would throw his way. he enjoyed their friendly arguments and smart mouth remarks toward one another. it did help keep aaron from being completely smothered by the duties of being the este demon leader for a short time which is better than none. a devious smirk crossed callan's features when aaron made his remark. oh please do carry me over your shoulder! that way i can spank your butt all the way home until you pay attention to me.

[/color] he added a laugh.

he raised a brow, stuffing his hands in his pockets, to what aaron said. actually torturing is no where close to nurturing. good try though.[/color] when he actually considered it, he knew aaron would in fact take care of him until he returned to good health. he too would do the same in a heart beat. heck if a massive, fatal, blow came aaron's way callan would step in and take the blow for him. he'd do anything for aaron. anything.

that damn silence.

it again nagged at his every existance. he knew for a fact something bothered aaron, and he could see him lost in thought. did he cause aaron pain? even if it's mental- he couldn't forgive himself. sure, usually a smart ass comment from callan's tongue could mentally screw someone up, but aaron was use to the demon boy's mouth and didn't take his words seriously did he?

the burden was a huge thing to blurt out about- since he did feel that way at times. but to add on about the rumor must be what's eating at aaron's very existance. would being his lover really be that horrible? wait- why was he thinking about it?! sure he liked aaron, a lot. again he's do anything for him. but did he love him? could aaron love him? he shook his head, knowing if he lost it like aaron mentally was they'd be two mindless zombies wondering around the mansion. he had to push the thought aside until he knew aaron was alright. when he witnessed aaron lean against his staff but appeared to stumble to the wall and lean on it he felt guilty, responsible, protective, worried- aaron?[/color] he instinctively reached for his arm, but stopped himself.

no? no what? to the burder? the rumor? ah damn, the thought came back again. he closed his eyes shut tightly and pulled his hand up onto his forehead, trying to keep his sanity for both of their sakes. but it nagged at him like the silence did. WHAT THE HELL WAS THE NO FOR!? should he assume the rumor since it was the last thing he muttered? he did.

D-don't ever think like that.

his whole body went numb. he felt as though he alone stood in a blackened room. his eyes were now wide and stared at aaron in a hallow manner. life he was suddenly lost in himself. why did he saying that about the rumor mentally shut him down? was it even about the rumor that he was referring to? damn it! what was wrong with him- no them? aaron happened to be acting strange, maybe he was overwhelmingly tired? he couldn't worry about his thoughts right now, he needed-wanted- to help aaron. he gently grabbed the este leader's arm, and wrapped it around his neck to support him, bringing their faces closer. your exhausted, you should get some rest.[/color]

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[AARON GIORAN]

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He always was able to bring a good laugh out of aaron, be it with his remarks or something else. "Hey, you could of fooled me. Especially when it comes to your pain in the ass. Always getting into trouble and making me get you out of it one way or another. Maybe I'm the one who is your guardian instead of the other way around. Maybe my earlier thought of locking you in a room and keeping you there was a better idea after all." he said nonchalantly. If silence could kill it would have. It was simply to much for either of them. It seemed both seemed to have something that would bother them greatly. The longer the silence went on the longer it seemed to nag at them and bother them all the more. So, the best idea was to stop it before it got worse yes? To bad.. it seemed to only get worse. Especially after Aaron went off into his own little mental drop point. It had been a while since one of those had plagued him. It wasn't very good at all. It was something that wasn't normal for aaron, though it wasn't normal for Callan either. When Aaron lost concentration he didn't notice his weapon disappear at first. It was probably this that caused Callan to think that the man had stumbled. It was probably the first time something had troubled the man enough for him to lose contact with one of his main illusions. Though the weapon wasn't entirely an illusion, it was a real item, that one had been purely made of illusions. So, when it faded Aaron resorted to putting his hand out and catching himself on the wall. It was good enough for the demon. Normally he preferred leaning on that weapon than anything else, to almost look like he was slacking off, but it didn't really matter now did it. When Callan called his name it seemed to pull him slightly out of his thoughts. Enough so that he could respond back to him. Though at that point.. the male wasn't thinking about exactly how Callan would respond to such things. He wasn't thinking clearly to what Callan would think of anything. He was having enough trouble thinking on his own, so such thoughts didn't cross his mind. Instead he continued to try and clear them enough to continue his desperate attempt to make his guardian believe that he was special to him. Even if everyone else thought he was a burden, it didn't matter, because to Aaron that wasn't the case at all. Even if the boy had been pawned off on him in order to hide him. None of that mattered, Aaron didn't care what anyone thought of him, or what had happened in his past. To Aaron all of that was nothing, nothing but a past that didn't matter anymore. To him, Callan was someone precious and if the truth be told, Aaron would protect him just as much as he would to him. No matter what anyone said about such thoughts being foolish. It was just how he thought about Callan to the point that he would risk it. For the first time.. Aaron finally looked at Callan. And he wished he hadn't. Why was such a painful expression there? He didn't understand why such a sad face would be on someone he cared about after telling him that he wasn't worthless, he just didn't understand the logic in it. When Callan put his arm around his neck his eyes didn't glance away from his. "Callan...why did such a look of pain cross your face? I don't understand.. you know.. what I was talking about did you not? It....hurt when you said that you felt like a burden to me. That.. was why I froze." he said. His eyes glanced away from his own. " I didn't think.. that the way I treated you.. I didn't think you took it seriously. I thought you knew the truth. The truth that.. you are someone very precious to me.. I wouldn't trade that away for anything. I really don't care what anyone else says about you, or what kind of past you have had, don't ever think that its the same way with me. I will never turn you away because of your gifts.. to be quite frank, I wouldn't turn you away because of anything. I feel.....complete when your with me. " he said. He didn't know maybe Callan was right. Maybe it was exhaustion that was plaguing him. Even if it was.. he meant every word he said and he wasn't changing it soon. TAGGED Callan THEME If I Had You CODED BY ☂RAINBOWRAMA FROM OTE!

[CALLAN O'CONNER]

Callan...why did such a look of pain cross your face?

he forced his mind to stray from the rumor, but knowing just that the file was still locked away somewhere in his mind made him frown. he did not wish to worry aaron. not in the least. did the este leader not even consider the possibility of them considering the pairing of themselves though? did he really see nothing but a guardian- perhaps a friend- in callan's chocolate orbs? would it be so horrible to be partners with-

I don't understand.. you know.. what I was talking about did you not? It....hurt when you said that you felt like a burden to me. That.. was why I froze.

his face burned red and his eyes connected with the mismatched mysterious ones that aaron held so well. now callan was just completely embarrassed. aaron wasn't even talking about the damn rumor and here he be freaking out about it. he repetitively shouted inside himself: stupid! stupid! stupid! moron! he sighed, running a hand through his hair. he closed his eyes and laughed ever so softly, mainly at himself for the misunderstanding. i understand now.

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his eyes reconnected with aaron, but only for a brief second before he tore his eyes from callan. he listened to aaron blurt out the honest truth. he knew it was the truth. it had to be- he hoped it was. he felt a genuine, warm, smile pull on the corner of his rosy lips. callan's entire presence seemed to warm and be lifted. he had butterflies flutter around in his stomach and he felt like hugging aaron, but the hell he will. maybe later. after he was done with his speech, callan adjusted his arm around his neck and placed a hand around aaron's waist to fully support him. without his brain's okay, his body and tongue reacted on impulse. he kissed aaron's hair and whispered to the este leader,your very precious to me too..[/color] from there he cleared his throat and said out loud,now! enough drunk talk let's get you to your room![/color] his attitude and spirit were lifted thanks to aaron- even though he may or may not have meant to do so.

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[AARON GIORAN]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,400,true][atrb=style,border: 1px dotted #3b607f; border-top: 3px solid #3b607f; border-bottom: 3px solid #3b607f; padding: 20px; text-align: center;][bg=c9c7be] I WILL burnmydread I ONCE RAN AWAY FROM THE GOD OF FEAR AND HE CHAINED ME TO DESPAIR AARON'S EYES SADDENED, as he saw the frown that rested upon Callan's face to the first part of his sentence. Aaron searched him for anything, and everything. if there was anything in his eyes that could clue him into his sadness aaron would take it. He wanted to know what plagued his young companion to such a look of pure sadness. It ate at him more than he would of liked to admit, and the sadness seemed to cross over into his own face before he continued his words hoping to make more sense of what was going on. Maybe, just maybe stating what was going on in his own mind would help him understand Callan's a bit better. Even if it was just a small chance he wanted to take anything he could just to see what the boy was thinking. But with Callan's eyes stolen away, it was hard to even read the boy at all, something that had always been easy for him. So.. he continued on his own, trying to make him understand what was going on. It wasn't anything to be sad about. The last time Aaron checked anyway, but what the hell did he know about this stuff. It was hard to admit it and it was even harder to understand it. Or at least.. that was with him, he really wasn't to blame for that though. It was after he spoke that he noticed Callan's face flush a deep red. That, more than anything else confused him more. Callan looked at him, his chocolate orbs seemed to have something different there now. Something that made Aaron look away once more. What was that? Some odd feeling in his chest, something he hadn't felt before, or rather often. He had felt it before, but why was it so intense now. He really didn't understand. It made his heart beat violently and he was glad that it wasn't extremely loud so that Callan or even he could hear it. It was just odd. When he spoke his understanding that made it worse. Aaron didn't dare look at him now as he felt his face heat up. Without really thinking he continued. Letting his heart take control for a while. Something new to him as well. It was odd, but felt rather nice telling others how he felt every so often. But he would be damned if he started doing it regularly. People would think he had gone soft and even more people would challenge him. Something he wasn't completely in the mood for with everything else going on. Within those few moments of Aaron's lingering thoughts he felt something wrap around his waist. Since he had been in his own thoughts this caught him off guard and he jumped slightly, a natural reaction. His face turned toward Callan as if he was going to tell him something, so instead of Callan's original attempt to kiss his hair instead his lips connected with something else. Something that meant a completely different thing. Aaron's lips. The male's face, if it was red before, became a tomato. He didn't pull away but his eyes widened considerably. Aaron seemed frozen once more not sure what to do so instead his lips remained connected to Callan's own. It seemed this was all in Callan's charge now. TAGGED Callan THEME If I Had You CODED BY ☂RAINBOWRAMA FROM OTE!

[CALLAN O'CONNER]

his eyes widened to the size of the moon itself. his face engulfed in flames. he didn't mean to do it! his body meant to go for the head, the hair- not the lips! oh god what if aaron get's pissed off and nails him right in the face. fear started to build in his gut. he should pull away now before it became plain embarrassing and hurt aaron's pride. damn! why did he turn his head at the exact moment he leaned to kiss his hair!? he could think of a million punishments aaron would lash upon him. perhaps nurturing and torture were close cousins. oh god!

but his lips were still crushed along aaron's. he couldn't help but noticed how the este leader himself didn't budge. maybe he happened to be frozen in shock? too stunned to move. so how come callan didn't assist the este leader and pull their lips apart? honestly, he felt desperate to lace his hands in aaron's hair and crush his soft lips deeper into aaron's. wait- did he really just want that!? ah damn! he slowly brought his hands to gently grasp the este leader's head and pull their lips a part.

f-forgive me...i..

[/color] he couldn't even make up an excuse. his mind was blank, the butterflies were fluttering in his stomach again, and his face was flushed. not to mention to urge for more. he mentally slapped himself- aaronn wouldn't want this! right? ugh, what's happening? he took a step back but held onto aaron's arm to keep the illusionist balanced if he need it. what must aaron think of callan now...

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[AARON GIORAN]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,400,true][atrb=style,border: 1px dotted #3b607f; border-top: 3px solid #3b607f; border-bottom: 3px solid #3b607f; padding: 20px; text-align: center;][bg=c9c7be] I WILL burnmydread I ONCE RAN AWAY FROM THE GOD OF FEAR AND HE CHAINED ME TO DESPAIR AARON'S EYES SLOWLY , lost their wide stature. After being kissed and the initial shock wearing off, it wasn't so bad. But his face didn't loose its red color. When neither of them pulled away, Aaron's thoughts raced. He wasn't sure why he couldn't move, almost like he was stuck there, unable to do anything. That was the part that confused the male the most. Why.. couldn't he move? His lips still against the boy's own. Was.. their something wrong with this? What was it, that made his body resist his minds want to pull away? Was there something more to his feeling for Callan? That thought made Aaron's head spin. So many different things rushing there. So many people, so many thoughts he had had before. Never truly knowing what it meant to love someone. Was this that feeling? When Callan didn't move at first, it made that thought rotate through his head even faster then it had been before. Was.. he in love with Callan? What did that mean about the others? What did that mean.. about anything? A-Ah! Headache. Aaron mentally wanted to hit himself. 'JUST SHUT UP!' he told himself. T-This headache was killing him. It was just then that he felt Callan's hands on his face as he pushed them apart. W-What did that mean? It was all to confusing and Aaron couldn't take it. Why the hell was this all happening to him? He didn't know what to make of any of it, and it bothered him. The balance, was gone once more as the boy apologized, or at least tried to. Did that mean.. that he did not want what was going through his own mind? Did he not feel something more between the two of them? His eyes caught Callan's almost instantly. He searched for something there, anything, something... Why couldn't this all be easy! His face was the only thing that gave anything away at all, but Aaron was not in a state to read that right now. When he stepped back Aaron couldn't help but shut his eyes tight from the headache, no terrorist that seemed to want him to completely fall to pieces. It wasn't even Callan that entered the males mind, but more of himself. He didn't know what to think. "C-Callan.. " was all that really made it out of his mouth. His mis-matched eyes found their way open once more as they looked at the boy as he pulled away. He looked so frightened so fragile. He could feel something, wanting to pull him into his arms and holding him close their. Never letting go, never... Was.. this love?. He just didn't know. "P-please.. don't apologize." he whispered. Where had that come from? Was he just saying things without his own consent anymore? " I .. " I.. what? What was his heart trying to say? Nothing came out though and the headache took over once more. Causing himself to stagger forward. Right into Callan falling against him. What.. was a demon leader to do? TAGGED Callan THEME A thousand Miles CODED BY ☂RAINBOWRAMA FROM OTE!

[CALLAN O'CONNER]

AH! he said my name... he wondered if the illusionist would physically hurt him or simply make him suffer by not talking to him anymore. since aaron was the este demon leader, well that made him capable of doing anything. ah damn it! i'm screwed, dead, a piece of meat he'll feed to the wolves and laugh while they tear the flesh off my bones! though when his chocolate eyes made contact with aaron's his mind settled- no longer worrying about himself, but aaron. he could see aaron was shaken up about the whole thing. his lips parted to apologize yet again, but nothing came out. it caught in his throat.

when the illusionists told callan to not apologize, his brows furrowed. what did that mean? that he didn't mind their lips touching? wait- could that mean he...had feelings for callan? feelings more than just someone to talk to or count on to protect them- a friend? his eyes widened a bit. does he love me? honestly callan loved him too- wait... what? okay, be honest with yourself callan, you do have feelings for aaron. you do like his presence, to talk to him, and yea i did like the kiss and wanted more- his thoughts vanished, and went blank again when aaron started to speak again.

"I.."

he what? the worlds that popped into the young demon's mind was i love you. but then again he could be shaken and actually wanting to say "I hate you." no, aaron couldn't hate callan. he said so, right? suddenly his thoughts were interrupted again when the este leader fell on callan. he lost his balance and fell back onto the floor with aaron on top of him with a soft thud. he pushed up onto his elbows. a-aaron... are you okay?

when his eyes connected with aaron's something came over him. he could literally melt under aaron, but he knew that meant he had feeling for aaron, the este leader may not be able to return those feelings. could he even come out with it? his hand lifted and cupped the side of aaron's face. he stared into his mismatched eyes a moment before he started to lean forward to really kiss him, but he stopped himself when he heard the echo of a door opening in the mansion. did they wake someone? callan couldn't tell which level the door came from. did he even have anyone in the mansion at the time? probably, aaron was a pretty nice guy when someone came for help at his door, either he knew that or not. but he didn't want to move from this spot. and so he waited for aaron's reaction. to see what the este leader would do.

[AARON GIORAN]

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[CALLAN O'CONNER]

"N-No one is here.. Callan.. "

the once soft chocolate brown orbs darkened and hardened. his whole feature went from dumbfounded love to serious este leader guard. when it came to protecting aaron, he'd put his own feelings- heck life- after the illusionists life. to hear those now haunting words slither past his lips, made callan on edge and focused on his protection. there are many options that could follow this situation. the new comer could be foe- had to be if aaron says there's no one else but them present in his mansion. tch! better not be a bloody hunter.. could a hunter have found their way into aaron's mansion? his eyes then widened. what if the whole point of tonight's encounter in town was to follow him here? damn it. he would never forgive himself if he had put aaron in danger.

the young este guard slowly adjusted himself, slipping from under the illusionist to stand up. a hand grasped aaron's and pulled him up along side him. stay here. i'll go check it out.

[/color] he told the este leader in a hushed voice. he carefully let go of aaron, making sure he was sturdy before he stepped away from him. he turned his attention to the stairwell, scanning the mansion for any movement.

none.

however he did heard a door slam and another open. callan leaped up, onto the first level staircase rail and pushing off of it to leap up and grab the second level rail. which was easy do to years of training with ben in canada. he quietly stepped down onto the ground level and carefully listening for any noise. his eyes were fixed on the darkness, trying to spot movement.

second floor cleared.

he quietly hurried to the next level. he felt a note twist in his stomach when he came closer and closer to aaron's room. could they be trying to assassinate the este leader in his sleep? that's low. he came to a sudden stop, feeling a strong, powerful presence linger around him. he carefully drew his knife. it was behind him! he spun around just in time to dodge a sword slicing the air in his direction. he used his knife to block more attacks. surprisingly he couldn't see the attackers face. it was hidden by the shadows. callan grit his teeth, holding the knife up while the sword came down on it, colliding with shing. the weapons were held between them now. callan was forced back into a wall, using the knife to keep the sword from slicing his throat open. but now, he could see the attackers face. the moon's light shines onto his face and revealed his features. the young guard's eyes widened largely when he discovered the new comer was the leader of the hunters. did he come alone? why was he here?

"Where's your leader, boy? he asked it in such a casual way. simple. like holding his sword again his knife and putting pressure on it to try and kill the boy did nothing. wait- was he even trying to kill him? surely he'd be dead by now if the hunter wanted him to be? callan pushed aside his thoughts. none of your damn business.[/color] he told him bitterly. the hunter smiled a bit. his sword was suddenly too heavy to hold off by his knife, as if the hunter finally put pressure on the sword. callan jumped aside, onto the ground, and clear from the sword that punctured the wall like butter.
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