It Is The Summer Of My Smiles (Seodai)

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It Is The Summer Of My Smiles (Seodai)

Postby Syllke Skyglow on September 27th, 2011, 11:31 pm


That answer took Syllke completely by surprise. In the conversations they had had, Seo had never once indicated that he had experienced anything so profoundly unsettling as to make his voice quiver with that certain timbre. But it was obvious to Syllke, though he was no sophisticated lover himself, that somebody had moved Seodai in a way that nothing short of intense desire could. As Syllke looked at his friend’s averted face, he wondered, for one moment . . .

“Drowning in fire, Seo?” He breathed, so very softly, his lips still so close to the other boy’s ear. “And when do you drown in fire?”

Without meaning it to, Syllke moved his arm slightly and it rubbed against the front of Seo’s shirt. If he could place his ear there, would he hear that heart beating as hard as his own was at this moment? Without meaning to - his eyes went to the lovers who even now had begun to tug at one another's shirts, the one halfway over his head already.



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Postby Seodai on September 28th, 2011, 2:38 pm

The rush of warmth that was Syllke's breath, brushing across the sensitive shell of Seo's ear, made him shiver. The long, wiry arm pressed to his chest moved - fabric and warmth creating friction against skin that suddenly felt so alive. Against his better judgment, Seodai sneaked a peak over his shoulder. One shirt was discarded, carelessly dropped to the grass. Hungry hands were devouring the flesh that had been exposed, lips soon following. That Seodai recognized the faces, the names associated with this tryst made it all the more embarassing, but Seo couldn't help but be fascinated with the broad, masculine hand that splayed against that flat abdomen, his side, his back. He couldn't quite hear them, but the lover who was pressed to the tree and, for the moment, the recipient of all that attention looked so positively blissful that Seo could imagine the sound of his sigh, his breathing.

Would it be like Syllke's breath against him, touching his throat, his cheek, as they played voyeur together in this moment?

"Syllke... " he finally said, meaningfully. He lowered his head a little as he turned away again, causing Syllke's lips to trace the line of his cheekbone. He shot a sheepish smile upwards. The sum of his response could be easily misread as something other than the wavering hesitance he was feeling. Could Syllke be trusted with his secret? It wasn't as if anyone in the whole of Denval would actually care that he was fixated upon the young, mysterious ethaefal. It just felt like an enormous secret, and he wasn't wholly sure he was ready to unburden himself of it.

Seodai sighed, and dropped his forehead. It wasn't far to Syllke's shoulder and, Seo sought the comfort of his first real friendship as he rest his brow against it. His entire body was taut, tense, burdened with the heat he couldn't help but feel at the sight of the two young lovers devouring one another.
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Postby Syllke Skyglow on September 29th, 2011, 1:54 am


As Seo watched the passionate display that was escalating with every passing moment, Syllke watched Seo - his face, tinged with a rosy blush – his lips, parted – his nostrils, flared slightly as he took in the tableau of supposedly secret love – or lust at least. And then – Seodai’s lips brushed against the high, arched bone of the young artist’s cheek, so accidentally – so perfectly. Syllke blinked, his fingers in the dirt beside Seo’s hips clenching instinctively.

To hear his name on those red, soft looking lips made Syllke’s breath catch in his throat. But before Syllke could even react, or respond, to that sound that could have meant everything unspoken, or nothing at all, Seo had dropped his beautiful head and rested it on Syllke’s shoulder. Was this what he had meant? Drowning in the fire that even now had been lit in Syllke with that simple gesture? His own level of arousal was reaching a slightly familiar level. Though he didn’t blush himself, he felt the blood rushing in ways that only moments like these could generate. It hadn’t happened often, but the outcome had usually been exquisite, if not a complete consummation of physical desire. With his heart hammering in his chest, and the blood singing in his ears, Syllke dropped his head so that his lips met and caressed the rim of Seo’s perfect, flushed ear, his free hand going to the soft mop of sandy curls, fingers softly stroking. “Seo . . . “ was all he could press past his suddenly parched throat.


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Postby Seodai on September 29th, 2011, 3:33 am

For all of the charged heat of the moment, Seodai didn't get it. He was rather naive about all things sexual. Not in a logistical sense but, rather, he had yet to really experience the rush of passion that would make it clear to the young farmer how affected Syllke was. He was wrestling with the confession he wanted to make, and trying to clear his mind of the image of the lovers that was burned into it. He was uncomfortable because his body was miserably, achingly active and alive - even if he wasn't moving at all. And Syllke, with lips brushing against his skin, fingers in his hair, only exacerbated that. Skin which felt aflame positively burned beneath the innocuous touches, but Seodai was somehow comforted by it. It was a tether to the present, to reality, to a friend who might keep him grounded.

And so he lifted those eyes of his, somehow conflicted and bright, to meet Syllke's own. So close they were, he could taste his friends breath. The wine they had shared with their meal only hours before. And the colorful eyes, which so often betrayed Syllke's emotion. Beautiful hues; was it red, or orange? Perhaps gold. Some combination Seodai had never seen, not laced together in beautiful flecks as they were. So close, so very close. The slightest tip of his chin and his lips would brush against Syllke's own, more than their breath mingling. Seodai's eyes drifted lower, and it seemed as if he would do just that. As if he would lean in so that they could share an embrace like the one they had witnessed together. Seodai took in an unsteady breath and, with a sigh, he.... spoke.

"Lysander."

There was a golden reverence to his tone. A beautiful adoration that somehow made it sound holy, almost the same way Seodai spoke of Bala. It was tinged with something far less divine, though. The raw lust of what they had seen, what traitorous bodies had felt. One word said enough to be crushing, even if Seodai was oblivious to the blow he had just dealt. If he had been aware, had understood, Seodai would have never handled the moment thusly. He may have kept his secret to himself altogether. But the young farmer, for all his kindness, was young and rather innocent in many ways. He didn't understand. And so the blade that he had just delivered was driven deeper.

"His name is Lysander."
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Postby Syllke Skyglow on September 29th, 2011, 6:53 pm


Syllke froze. His fingers, always nimble and clever, felt as thick and stolid as Vanos’. His chest stopped moving up and down against Seodai’s arm. His very heart ceased to beat – or so it seemed to him, with the utterance of that one word. Lysander Who in the name of Morwen was Lysander?

Literally unable to breathe, Syllke strained his ears. Perhaps he had misheard? What had Seo been trying to . . .

His name is Lysander.

Though the moment had been thrown into chaos, for Syllke, one thing was crystal clear. The tone of his friend’s voice, seeped as it was with longing, relayed what a veritable lexicon of dry words never could. Whoever it was that made Seo feel as if he was drowning – in fire – in passion – in lust – his name wasn’t Syllke. His name was Lysander.

A wave of emotions washed over the young Vantha, even as he forced his hand away from those soft curls. Embarrassment, dismay, jealousy – against someone he didn’t even know – and sadness. Disappointment rose to the top, like some sort of curdled cream, and he pulled back from that face, those eyes, those lips. He couldn’t keep the frown from his brow as he looked at Seo. Unconsciously, his body drew into itself, whatever arousal he had felt falling away as if he had been doused with ice water. He sat up straighter, and leaned back, making a conscious effort to seem casual.

Looking into Seo’s face – seeing an expression he had seen there before, when the young man had spoken of his goddess with such rapture – he knew. In an instant, he knew that Seo didn’t know – that his friend had no idea what had been in Syllk’e mind a moment before. Seo was totally lost in his own little world of worship, for this . . . Lysander.

Syllke’s eyes slipped away from Seo’s face, almost ashamed to act voyeur to his intense, private look of remembered adoration. They went to the couple by the tree, and Syllke now watched almost indifferently, as the one with his back to them dropped to his knees before the other who leaned back against the trunk. It was easier to look at – it seemed more permissible – than looking at his friend’s expression.

Swallowing, forcing air into his aching lungs, Syllke asked in a quiet voice, “Lysander?” With the morbid cusiosity of one who picks at a scab, just to see the blood begin to trickle, he wanted to know who Seo’s idol was.



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Postby Seodai on September 30th, 2011, 2:17 am

Oblivious to the wreckage he had just created, Seodai stared at the edge of the cliff before him, though his thoughts were much more distant. He recognized Syllke's retreat as a loss of comfort, but when he glanced up his friend was casually reclined, watching what was going on behind them. The moment was still was electric and thick for Seodai, because his mind was still filled with Lysander, and the images of the lovers behind them. He cleared his throat a little, feeling more than awkward. But Syllke was his friend, right? He certainly couldn't tell anyone else this. So, why not?

"Lysander is..." he began, and ran out of words immediately. And then, it was as if a dam had been opened, torn down, releasing a torrent of words and emotions that Seodai had clearly been holding in for some time. He spoke in a rush, as he described Lysander. His beauty, first. Otherworldy, ethereal. And then he started at the very beginning. He explained how he had been summoned to the labyrinth to walk with old Zahari, and how he had met Lysander when he had arrived. He explained every awkward touch as they turned through the twisting path, every brush of Lysander's skin against his own. And then he told the story of how the night had become so frightening and ugly, the lights falling from the sky. He told of Zahari's loss, was it death?, and how the acolyte had been distraught. He and Lysander? Terrified, but well enough to drag the mourning kin of the old Priest off to find the Captain.

And then he told of how, on her orders, he had stayed with Lysander through the night. Seodai detailed how terribly Lysander had been injured and how, without hesitance, he had used the incredibly precious potion (that very well would have saved his own life in more dire circumstances) to heal the captivating youth. He marveled at how, with a kiss, Lysander had pushed his scrapes away, melded them into his skin. He lingered too long here, his fascination drifting from merely the healing properties of Lysander's kiss to the power of those lips against his skin, period. Seodai spoke with a rushed whimsy, even as he barreled through to the end. Lysander was not there when he awoke. He had seen him a handful of times since then, but only at night.

Beyond peculiar, it was. And so frustrating.

"It's just... I didn't even decide to want... him. This. That. I mean..."

Seo raked his fingers through his hair in frustration. He'd forgotten about the lovers behind them, but he felt exposed, awkward, embarrassed. He leaned back on his elbows so that he could tap his knuckles against Syllke's knee.

"It's like I can't not. When he is around I can't even think. I can't breathe, Syllke. Everything, every single touch," he said, his fingers idly curling and uncurling just above Syllke's knee, "it's like fire. But I shouldn't be chasing some son of Leth. I should get married and make perfect little babies. Ensure Denval carries on. All of those things, right? There's no purpose in this, and I don't even know how to...."

Seodai trailed off, leaving that thought ambiguous. With a dramatic sigh he flopped onto his back, lifting one arm to shield his eyes from the sun. He stared into the sky for a moment, and then lolled his head to the side. With an open, vulnerable expression, he fixed Syllke with an expression that clearly stated how much he needed the affirmation of a friend. He needed Syllke, the first person to know of this, to tell him that it was alright.

"Have you ever felt like that, Syllke?"
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Postby Syllke Skyglow on October 2nd, 2011, 1:13 am


Syllke listened. Without really watching Seodai, he listened – to his words and his voice and his breathing patterns, which fluctuated with the emotions shining so transparently from his face. A face full of passion, full of wonder, full of uncertainty. It was like when Seo had spoken of Bala – but it was not like his talk of his goddess. This was a god – this Lysander – but one which Seo worshipped in a very different way. More personal. More visceral. More gut wrenching and frustrating and confounding. When Seo had spoken of Bala, there had been wonder, but there had been certainty, trust, comfort. Now, as he spoke of the Ethaefal, there was so much doubt in his voice – self-doubt mainly. And confusion. And desire of a sort which Syllke had never realized resided in Seo before this moment. He hadn’t known that his friend was even capable of feeling such deep passion. It was startling, and it was profound. It was a bit like a knife to the heart, but it was amazing.

All he could do was to keep his eyes fixed on the other two young men, knowing that everything that Seo felt was for another. And somehow, Syllke was going to have to be OK with that. Somehow – though at that moment he had no earthly idea how, or even if he really wanted to try.

Seodai was looking at him. Asking him a question. Syllke wanted to jump up and leave Seodai lying there – he was so stupid, so block headed – so . . . blind. Syllke didn’t even care if the other two boys would then know they had been watched – that Syllke and Seo had rudely and shamelessly spied on them. He didn’t care – about anything. About Seo. He just wanted to . . . to . . .

His eyes finally, slowly came to rest on Seo, stretched out beside him. That face – one grown so familiar these past few weeks. A face radiant – like nothing Syllke had ever seen before in those familiar features. Seodai was . . . . flushed with elation, while at the same time his brow creased in the misery of not knowing – so out to sea . . . and so very much in love. There was no fighting a phenomenon like that. No point in trying. Seodai could be his friend, but nothing more – Syllke saw that – in his face. His friend, or his nothing-at-all. A past occurrence. Someone he used to be friends with. Syllke felt a lump in his stomach.

After a moment of Seo looking so intently at him, so obviously wanting an answer to his heartfelt question, Syllke smiled – his same easy smile, on the outside.

“No, never. He must be very special – your Lysander. You are lucky to have met someone so special. He is lucky – to have your . . . favor.” Syllke grinned, making his voice light. “If I didn’t know better, I’d say you’re in love, Seo.”



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Postby Seodai on October 2nd, 2011, 5:10 am

There had been times in his life when the gods had blessed Seodai with just what he needed. It had come in the form of Uncle Theo when he was a child, floundering and suffocating in a family torn apart by his own imperfections. It had come in Bala, during the darkest moment of his childhood. In this moment, it came in Syllke. Seodai wasn't even entirely certain how he'd come to be friends with the Vantha. Syllke certainly wasn't the first person to invite Seo along on an outing, or a socail visit. He just happened to be the first one successful in those endeavours. And now he was here, giving Seodai such a feeling of affirmation and relief that it was visible in the planes of his young face. He let out a sigh, first, and then rolled to his side, propping his head on his palm.

"I don't know. I thought love was supposed to make more sense. I don't know anything about him. He doesn't really know me. I don't think it is sensible at all..."

Seodai was picking at a thread on Syllke's tunic as he thought, and then he turned those glossy blues up at the Vantha, and shot him a smile.

"But I've never as much as kissed a girl," he admitted, then tacked on as an afterthought. "Or a guy. So what do I know about love? I'm ridiculous for my age. Denval is teetering on the edge of extinction and instead of keeping myself warm at night with any of the beautiful girls in Denval, I chase seal pups with you and daydream about him."

Seodai was grinning, a bashful sort of humor at cost to his own pride.

"Oh, god, Syllke. Bala's kiss. I'm twenty years old and the only person I've kissed was a goddess."

Somehow this was funny, and Seo was too alive with energy to remain still for long, so he rolled towards his back again, though this time his elbows propped him up a bit.
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Postby Syllke Skyglow on October 3rd, 2011, 1:47 am


Seodai's words were so whimsical, so innocently lethal. He was so naïve, and so unknowingly enchanting. Syllke leaned forward to rest his chin on his bent knee, his other leg still stretched out straight, brushing against Seo’s. Syllke’s eyes locked on his friend’s and inside he died just a little bit. But, from somewhere, he reached and found a core of resolve that was, in its own way, as surprising as Seo’s hidden passion had been. Syllke knew himself to be a creature of fancy – not one to drink deeply of life – more prone to sip lightly and often and taste and sample all that there was and move on quickly. Looking into those candid blue eyes, knowing that Seo possessed no guile and was both artless and genuine, and that he wasn’t really capable of playing the games that many others found so easy, Syllke knew what he wanted. If he couldn’t have Seo’s love, or passion, he would take his unsophisticated, uncontrived, sincere friendship – because how often was that even a possibility in this dog eat dog world? Looking at Seo awash in the floodwaters of his own confused crush, Syllke knew that his revelation of that love wasn’t something Seodai would wear on his sleeve for all the world to see. If he couldn’t have Seo’s ardent desire, he could have his trust. And that, Syllke resolved, he would not throw away for the sake of jealousy. This bird that he held in his hand was well worth the entire flock that had just flown off, borne on Seo’s professions about this Lysander.

More easily, less forced, Syllke smiled still. “You got me.” He shrugged. “I’ve never been in love. But from what I’ve seen, none of it makes much sense. Girl or boy, man or woman – I think everyone acts as if they have lost their mind when they start feeling the way you feel. I say – just go with it, Seo. Your heart might very well steer you wrong. But then again, what else can you do? From all accounts, we don’t love with our intelligence – we love with our feelings, from here.” His fingers reached out to lightly tap Seo’s chest. He grinned, more like his normal cheeky self. “I’ve kissed boys, and girls. And I highly recommend it. You should corral this Lysander one day and give it a try.” He smirked, gesturing with his chin. “Like those two.” His eyes went to the two lovers and what he saw made his lips part and his eyes widen and begin to swirl with all the colors of the rainbow. “Morwen’s blessings!” He said softly, unable to tear his gaze away.



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Postby Seodai on October 4th, 2011, 5:37 pm

Seodai's mood had softened into something easy, almost playful. The sheer amount of energy necessary to exude such a vibe was unusual for Seo, but it was hardly unpleasant. And, when Syllke punctuated his point by referencing the lovers Seo had almost forgotten, he shook his head vehemently, especially after noting Syllke's response.

"Oh, no. I've had quite enough of them, thank you," he laughed, refusing to glance over his shoulder. Truth be told, he was already too raw, too physically stirred to tolerate much more of that. The expression on Syllke's face was almost enough to sway him, as his friend marveled at everything but seemed surprised at nothing. To affect him so, it had to be something interesting, to say the least. Seo resisted, though, and merely laughed at Syllke's expense.

"How're we going to get out of here?" he mused aloud. "They'll think we've been staring."

When Syllke pointed out that they had, in fact, been staring, Seo jabbed him in the ribs with an elbow.

"Not the point," he groused, with a flippant glance back. He hadn't meant to look, really - merely to plot their escape. His face flushed anew, though, and his mouth went agape, all the air going out of him in a woosh.

There was a beat of silence, two. Seodai's young body was flooded with all the benefits of a healthy endocrine system. And then he laughed, so much so that he had to muffle his voice against the curve of Syllke's shoulder. This, of course, didn't accomplish much. Laughter, even if this raucous kind was uncommon for Seo, only flourished in captivity so that the harder he tried to be quiet, the more amused Seodai became. Soon his fingers were curled in the fabric of Syllke's tunic, and his bright eyes were wet with tears of mirth as he peeked up at Syllke, snorting over his own attempt to stifle his laugh.

"Gods...Sy... Syllke..." he half panted, unable to form a coherent sentence around his amusement. He had long since lost track of the duo that had so entertained him, and he was completely unaware of whether or not he was about to give away their location, and their voyeurism.
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