Post by octavian mancini. on Aug 12, 2008 14:32:34 GMT -5
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if you be my boat i'll be your sea a depth of pure blue just to probe
curiosity ebbing and flowing and pushed by a breeze
i live to make you free .
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- - - - - -life had been calling for a change since the first time Octavian Mancini had fucked up. He was always seeking something different in life and for the first time the twenty-three year old who been known much too long for his bad reputation had actually found a spark of determination this time. There had been many months in the past where Octavian had grown fed up of his unacceptable behavior but nothing really seemed to do the trick for him. Rehab had of course, helped a lot. He had dropped half of the drugs he had grown up on and now only resorted to a handful of prescription pills, nature's most admired plant, and some psychedelics every now and then. Octavian had dropped many of his addictions the year prior. He'd been at his lowest point and had been forced into a facility to get help. His intervention hadn't been pretty and he hated to think that his siblings were headed down the same trail he had once dwelled down. It was useless talking to the two about anything so Octavian tried to stay unattached. Even while living with Leonardo this proved to be successful. After all, hiding his true feelings wasn't difficult when you had so much experience in the field. It certainly wasn't a quality parents prayed their children would possess but it never really came up when an expecting mother begged god to bless her with a child that didn't have x and y. Whatever the case may be - having a child on the verge of sociopathism which ever way you observed the specimen you'd find a short list of strange tendencies repeating themselves. Among this endless list Octavian was known for covering things up with a white lie, one he'd sprinkle with powdered sugar until unrecognizable but it'd never fail to get him out of a situation where he may have to show some sensitivity.
- - - - - -things were different around Sasha Volkov though. Octavian had been searching for a female that would help him with his determination for a change. The young girl was prepared to help him through everything he had come to her with thus far and for some strange reason he had developed quite a bit of trust for the kid. As romantically involved Octavian would actually like to be involved with Sasha it hadn't happened yet. It had been two full years since the twenty-three year old had actually called somebody his girlfriend and he wasn't sure if that would ever end up be an appropriate title for the two and their relationship. Still - that didn't mean Octavian wasn't interested. Clearly he was very intrigued by the girl with golden hair and touch. If there was anyone he would ever even consider to play the part of his girlfriend there was no doubt in his head that he'd ask her yet there was a few things that got in the way each time Oh had actually considered coming out and popping the question. Nobody ever believed he could be involved in a real relationship; not even himself which turned him off the most. Others input did influence him a lot - especially his brother's words. The fact that he had mentioned Sasha deserved much better then anything Octavian could ever offer her the man with plenty of youth couldn't say he disagreed. She had proven herself to be one of the strongest human beings he'd ever come into contact with. She was more then special in his eyes and he wish there was a way he could put his feelings into words but that was something Oct had always been odious at. Somehow Sasha had already had some luck with dig beneath the surface layers and most likely would move the boy after twenty-three years if she remained applying effort into their friendship.
- - - - - -no matter what ended up happening with the two of them at least the boy had experienced some happiness with the girl. Today had only added to a new gratified appeal to life as he laid beside his amour. His lips equivalent to the silk skin that made up her elegant neck. As he looked back on the day the two had shared there was no way he'd ever be able to tone down his smile when it would come to mind, not even in fifteen years when Sasha and him were ancient history. His pale blue eyes remained shut as his firm grip on the girl before him tightened ever so slightly. His body ached a bit from the amount of walking they had achieved through out the hours of sun light. Not to mention the amount of exercise the two had engaged in once back at her place. The stench of passion and perspire still lingered with in the walls of his adolescent love interest. It felt nice to be so close to another body and Octavian refused to disappoint the limp body beside him. Even when he had the perfect opportunity for sleep - the male refused to go to bed. He had already caught a few hours of shut eye and saw no need in being greedy and indulging in the recommended eight hours of rest when he had such a beautiful girl beside him. He allowed for her to sleep as he grinned to himself. They had had tons of fun that day, visiting a cafe, Los Angeles' finest art museum, and a gallery later on in the evening. Octavian couldn't think of anyone else he'd ever be interested in spending the afternoon with other then Sasha and was more then pleased that they had been able to bond.
- - - - - -even if the night had left them both exhausted this was their chance to regain all their energy. There had been plenty of nights that Octavian hadn't let his lids lay shut for a full week. Of course, crystal meth had helped those seven sleepless days but the boy was thankfully semi-straight. As his eyes fluttered shut he could tell his hair was all messy as he turned onto his back. His arm still shaded Sasha's gaunt waist that was covered by his thin undershirt. He had dressed her right before giving her a goodnight kiss and drifted off into dream land. The euphoria Octavian had entered as the moon's white light shined directly on him. As he peeked out the window he could tell the sun was going to rise with in the hour, the clock that read four fifty-seven was also a helpful hint that the big ball of gas that was so very glamorized would soon be making an appearance.
- - - - - -it wasn't until five o'clock rolled around did a certain desire entire his dense skull. It seemed brilliant to him though he wasn't too sure as to how Sasha would react to it. Whatever her response Octavian was ready to beg the girl. As one of his massive hands inched up the spine of her back, underneath the thin cotton cloth that covered her body, Oh scooted slightly closer to the female. In a soft voice that was still tainted with a thick Spanish accent called out for the girl. "Sasha..." It seemed as if she stirred ever so slightly in her sleep as he tapped on her velvet skin. Kissing the bone on the back of her neck, his lips moved to her ear, giving the lobe a light nibble before speaking in a low voice right by her sense of sound. "Bella, wake up, please!" Octavian urged, giving the girl's toy shoulder a nudge. Believing she'd at least give him a small response, the male sat up in bed. He swung his bare legs over the edge of the mattress and allowed them to drop to the ground. He felt with his feet for his shorts to pull over his underoos and wasted little time kicking his legs through both holes. He pulled the shorts up with ease until they hit his hips. He highly doubted that he had gained weight with in the hours he had spent with Sasha so he looked down slightly puzzled at his pants. Of course - they weren't his. Bitting his lips, unaware of where his shorts could've been thrown to Octavian decided it didn't matter. Thankfully the button up blouse he had worn on their date was still intact and he wrestled to pull it over his shoulders and match a few buttons up. He rubbed his lips together once dressed and crawled back onto the bed; this time hunched over Sasha, straddling the twenty-one year old as he cooed to the child. "Rise and shine sleepy head!" Octavian insisted with a bit more enthusiasm then before. He sincerely hoped she wouldn't be completely annoyed by his sudden wake up call but what he was interested in happening was important and he knew Sasha would agree once she arose from the thoughts of her subconscious.__________________
words , 1490.
notes , lol @ that extreme
god modding. it'll end up
at the beach, don't worry.
attire , hipster.
tag , sasha volkov.
credit , icons made by pc's
light pollution.
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