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    "Love, it's a never dying thing and sometimes we go to the greatest extents to get it, even bringing back the dead but.. Is it really the best choice? To watch, as the ones you love rise from the death beds to roam once again just for your selfish desires? It depends, especially when love is left unspoken and you don't know it's there.. Until it's gone..." -???


    That crisply fine winter morning, with the sun just beginning to dawn over the horizon sleek with gold and fiery scarlet haze, the birds sing for the first time on the first sunny day of that month. You sit upright, running a hand through the thick of your hair, wondering how this day would go until something about a dream wakes you from your daze. The dream was odd, featuring a golden clothed figure who spoke in a tone only you and you alone could understand. At first, you aren't sure by what the dream means until there is a clutter in the living room a few doors down.
    Your frame lifting from the mattress, the weight under your toes strain at the old mahogany wood as it groans under sudden depression of your mass. Approaching oak-fine door with delicate patterns crafted by a creative eye, you peer out into the hallway where the motion of another form passes, yet you cannot make out their features in the start.


    Creeping down the hall, your hand grips onto the weapon held firm and tightly in the solid grasp of your hands, knuckles turning white from the pressure of the wooden bat between both tools of human-kind, those tools used for both destruction and creation.
    There is another clutter, and a quiet sudden remark until you round the corner and are confronted with someone who's appearance makes your heart drop with a sudden thump..
    "Carter.." The name slips barely from your tongue, rolling as though it were a cats purr. The figure turns, those same beautiful eyes glittering with alarm and confusion, those very same hairs you had always longed to feel just once, even though he never let you. That smile.. Oh that smile that spread so clean and thoughtfully to the corners of his lips, the smile that seemed to lighten a room under three seconds flat, that smile now bright and loving.. Not to mention.. Living.
    His lips still are full and cheeky, always filled with that very sae affection he always seem to look at you with, even when you hung out with him around the guys. They had always found it weird, but neither of you cared since he never truly seemed to noticed, how strong you felt for him. But still, you seize to admit to yourself that your feelings aren't true, just a teenage stage kids your age always pass through during their development. You remember how many times you cried after he left your house, even when you pleaded him to stay. You are a man, one damn strong man and would never cry or plead, or beg or cuddle with anyone, but for some reason, he was an exception.


    What is it that always seemed to make you crumble, under the weight of his simple smile? What was this feeling, that always swelled within the very centre of your heart that you could never put a finger on? What was this feeling, this feeling of love?
    Was it, love? It didn't make sense, but as you look up in utter shock to the form before you full and proud, and healthy and alive.. You can't deny you feel something.. But the question is.. Does he..
    Feel the same?


    The short life of Carter Childs

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    [size=15pt]Marshall Brookes.[/size][hr][font=times new roman][size=8]
    "Carter." The words had seemed almost like he'd mouthed them instead of simply speaking. The firm grip of his wooden weapon was slipping, fingers not even caring to grab at the item as it fell uselessly to the floor underneath his feat. The way his beautiful eyes had met his, the way his smile seemed to brighten the very feeling in his chest that he had only seconds ago confirmed as love. Love that he could only hope was mutual as he stared at his now-living companion. His green eyes were wide, staring at the other in disbelief. His mouth traced the words, unable to find his voice at the sudden sight of Carter. A hand went to his own dark, chocolate hair, as if the sudden movement of the morning mess known as his hair would seem to show whether or not this was real. He merely stayed there, frozen in his spot as he stared at him.


    "You're alive," he managed, finding himself stepping over the bat he'd allowed to carelessly be slipped from his fingers. The only exception of his life was right in front of him; The one person who could break the strong barriers of the man and make him a begging mess all those times he left the house. All the times he'd been brought to tears, begging for the other male to cuddle with him, and now he stood before him. Tears welled in his ocean-blue eyes, trying to keep his strong self at least under his control. "C-Carter..." He found himself unable to stop from reaching forward, enveloping the other in a hug he had yearned for in perhaps more than a year. The heart failure of Carter's; The nights spent crying himself to sleep with an aching heart. Sometimes he even felt the weight on his shoulders, however all that stress appeared to be lifted at the mere sight of his nine-teen-year-old Carter Childs.


    Certainly, there was much to be explained at the given moment. Though, he didn't want to push this male into saying anything else. Marshall found himself remain silent, closing his eyes. How could one who had died suddenly be alive again? He'd known he'd actually died, with those deep brown eyes looking up above that fateful day. He couldn't get over the fact of him standing where he was; The man who could turn Marshall perhaps at his strongest into a trembling and shaking being. Wordless, Marshall remained, uncertain if he could possibly manage any more words until actually hearing his voice. He had to hear his voice, as if that was what could decide whether or not he was hugging the actual Carter. The real Carter Childs.


    .... Could it be?


    [sorry, this isn't one of my best posts xc It's late, and I kind of got... too excited for this thread. My bad :c]


    Carter Childs
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    His longing gaze in the swirling hue of amber and spruce-brown of those beautiful oculars he possessed stared endlessly into the glowing silver void beyond, the night-bathed vortex to the outside world crawling with winter's wrath, capturing the adolescents attention absolutely. That is, until the noisy clutter of a wooden weapon feel in an alarm to the smooth planks beneath his bare feet. It was as though at that moment, time had been in the twos favour, slowing the turn of his head to face a familiar form.


    He had mouthed his name, that much the brunette could guess and that was what brought that complete smile of his to those gracious muscles, their colour pigment thriving as they had during his days of flourishing youth. Carter's mouth simultaneously began to gape, showing those perfect crest-commercial white teeth of his in that widened grin, that grin so silly yet sincere, always capturing others hearts. He remembered that his old friends had commented on his overall appearance several times before that fateful day about twelve aching months ago. Being fairly developed, yet not sickeningly worked. Having ghostly white skin, though not to a point of it being sickeningly pale.. Having a full, perfect smile that always sincere.. Those same Hershey-chocolate orbs that seemed to always be a burning pit of selflessness.


    Despite his naturally good-looks, the young boy had never used them to his advantage, ever. But at this moment, none of those thoughts mattered once that flowing tone of a long-ago partner in both crime and justice - figuratively - spoke out his presence. Emotion carelessly dripped like a rain fall from the soot-grey sky to the world outdoors, but yet that same precious grin wasn't replaced by a sorrowful frown.


    Taking his friend into a long-awaited hug, Carter's face dug into the taller members shoulder, breathing in to keep the sobs from cracking at his silk-smooth vocals, those vocals both talented in the arts of speech and music,
    "It's good to see you, Marshall.." He whisperers breathlessly, eyes closing out of relief and contentment. He would give anything to have this back, but what exactly was it if it wasn't a second chance to thrive at life? No.. It was too surreal for it to be a permanent-aspect, being it more of a.. Christmas miracle than anything.


    Carter had so much to say, to apologize to this grander figure before he, but he couldn't summon an ounce of his voice to choke it out through the consuming cries of joy echoing from the back of his throat. If it were humanly possible to cry a river, that's what figuratively would happen at this moment in time. For what seemed like forever, the two cradled each other in their arms, that is until the shorter frames heat reluctantly pulled away to eye his truest amigo. He still could remember how he had been the last seen to the dark-eyed boys visionaries, not regretting that moment at all in the least.


    He knew Marshall had never been the huggy-cuddly type, but Carter only prayed that his friend could make even the slightest exception to his own well-being. However, being the selfless figure in society he is positioned at, the thought of this other man making a tolerance over his much 'clingier' behaviour seemed all too poor than anything else. It wasn't that Carter saw him as the hard-emotionless type, but personal space occasionally in their first years of friendship had been stressful, "I missed you, Marshall.." His lip quivers, those baby-fattened cheeks stained with the vivid hue of scarlet from the fluster of sobbing and shyness.


    Ooc: Heehee, me as well! I think I didn't do too well on this, dunno why though.. :/ (Pardon for the lame post).

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    [size=15pt]Marshall Brookes.[/size][hr][font=times new roman][size=8]
    The voice of Carter's hadn't helped him right now, his grip only becoming firmer. He was alive; he was actually here before him, in his arms. All of the wishing must have actually came true- He did, after all, want his dear companion back. A Christmas miracle, it was! Just this brief moment with him was all he could truly want, whether or not this was a sick joke played by God. This could be a dream, though Marshall knew for some unknown reason that this had to be the real Carter- He just knew.


    The two, even with having possibly the strongest of friendships, hadn't seemed to have too much alike. Carter could make friends without even trying, while Marshall tended to stick to himself. He couldn't even remember how he'd been so lucky so as to become companions with Carter. The last he had ever expected to happen was for the beloved companion to die, and for it to haul him into possibly the worst depression he'd ever seen. Days had passed after the funeral, and by then Marshall couldn't even sleep a wink without shedding tears and mourning the loss of Carter. Who wouldn't miss this attractive, friendly male, anyways? The pale skin -- similar to Marshall's, but paler than the messy-haired brunette's -- the beautiful, pearly-white teeth that always seemed in place of that smile.


    As the smaller male pulled himself away, reluctantly, he drew his arms around himself. Despite not being a big fan of touching and hugging, he was finding himself only wanting to hug the other, long and throughout the early morning. "I missed you, Marshall." The words had caused him to feel weak at the knees, his gaze turning towards his as tears threatened to escape.
    "I missed you, too, Carter. I never... I-I never did stop missing you," he whispered softly, looking at him with his ocean-blue eyes until reluctantly drawing his gaze away. His body seemed to tremble at the mere thought of this man actually standing in his house, the one Carter had been invited to many times previously.


    "But... Wh-Why- H-How are you here?" Sure, he'd wished many nights that he would be here, standing next to him once again. However, he'd never imagined it to be like this- For him to appear out of the blue inside of his house, in which he'd almost hit him in the back of the head with a wooden bat. He'd found himself sniff, rubbing at his ocean-blue eyes furiously with the forearm of his right arm. The last thing he wanted was to be crying in front of Carter- This, seeming to be, angel.


    What else could Carter be? Even before this had happened, Marshall had always had his feelings for him. He'd thought of him as a friend, as a beautiful companion. And, he knew that he loved the shorter, handsome guy who never had allowed one single hair of his to be touched by Marshall. The taller male could care less, since his own hair was usually a mess, anyways -- But somehow, the messy hair seemed to actually work whenever he had it. His fingers ran through his caramel locks as he looked at the male with watering eyes.


    "I-It's a miracle." The words drawn from his mouth seemed to be the only way to explain this coming of events. After all, the dictionary did say that a miracle was a welcoming and surprising event- But that did not describe it enough. This miracle was one that caused a feeling of him to feel weak at the knees, to feel like he'd fall to them any second. As if on cue, that was exactly what happened, head lifting to look up at the other whom was a short distance away. Miracle; That was the only way to explain it.


    [Please! You're post was amazing! I'm jealous of such great posts like yours xc
    pardon this terrible post]


    Carter Childs
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    The petite masculine form of Carter Childs gave slight way into Marshall's much more, built form. He'd only collapsed into someone two times, once being his parents after the accident a little over four years ago, and this moment, this moment that seemed to trap the two gentlemen in time with one another's company as the payment. Even though the grip of Marshall stressed tightly to the slender arc of the brunettes back, he ignored it during their hug now parted.


    Many thoughts crossed over the crossroads of his minds, four different thought processes going in multiple directions through the context of his complex brain-work. The ideas and thoughts branched off into multiple categories, all coming to one conclusion to that of being here, depicting it all as a Christmas miracle as initially believed before. If he were to have risen from the grave without the slight-of-hand to that of; God, than what dug his lifeless corpse to the presence of the real world? Restarted his heart M.I.A to one who has been pronounced, dead for the passed year? It was all so confusing, and it showed upon his features as his symmetrical nose wrinkled up in wonder.


    Before Carter could say any more, Marshall's honey-sweet tone had invaded the essence of his mind. It seemed to drown away the questions he spared in the midst of his brain-chemistry, sifting it into the simplest delights of contentment. He loved being around Marshall, and even though his old amigo had never truly felt the gist of it, many did too. Carter could remember when he had introduced the silky-coloured hair of caramel boy to his small group of friends, and how they accepted the other male fairly quickly than he did himself. Isaac had been particularly fond of Marshall, and Carter could remember when they would wreak havoc amongst their quiet neighbourhood. The thought brought a smile to the shorter structures features, those indented dimples that graced their way to his cheeks sticking out like a sore thumb.


    I never stopped missing you... The words seemed to slither gracefully from the quivering lips of Marshall's features, beginning to dawn upon him just how special Carter truly was to the older man. Tears escaped his cheeks like the spread of a swans feathers, slipping a coordinated path down the length of his cheeks in a scarlet fluster slowly. His own stare fell to the floor, eyeing the spruce-wood planks shiny with a glossy texture,
    "Me neither.." I breathed the words out, seeing as though my throat had constricted to an emotional pit that managed to choke out longingly sobs. He knew that Carter was an emotional one, and didn't bother to ever hold back his feelings, but at this moment he tried his best to contain that joy and pain within his silent cries.


    At the question, Carter couldn't find a single logical answer to respond with, so he absentmindedly stood there in a tear-y eyed mess, faced towards the greatest companion he had ever known, and will ever know. At his final sentence, Carter hardly caught it before his friend fell to his knees to stare up at his now-towering form. A chuckle escaped his lips, a playful smirk gracing to the corners of his healthy lips.


    Taking a step back to eye the place, he managed to shake his head, replying with a questioning shrug to his scrawny shoulders and build. He remembered being consistently teased for his size, though whenever they got into a game such as; football - which in turn was his favorite and greatest athletic sport - he'd knock them back due to his swifter pacing and shorter frame. Still, Carter never truly seemed to be bothered whenever the boys would toy with him, especially Marshall for some strange-odd reason. The other guys in their group of companions all knew that Carter and Marshall had in the beginning, shared a more profound bond than anyone else with the caramel coloured male and slim-bodied brunette.


    The memories brought yet another grin to the sheepish presence of his face, lighting up another shade of crimson as though he were a Christmas tree illuminated with the luminescent glow of festive lights. Behind them, the fire cracked noisily in the pit, drawing the shorter guys gaze towards it wonderingly. He turned his back towards Marshall, and took a seat before the flickering flare of heat, peering over his shoulder like a child towards Marshall, gesturing for the other man to come sit by his side.


    Such a child, Carter Childs was at times - which explained the suffix to his name - though that just seemed to lure others in all the more rapidly. Running a hand through his dark hued locks, Carter's gaze became entranced in the dancing of the flames before his eyes of a deep forest-brown colour, watching so intently as though he'd never seen such a beauty before,
    "I missed this.. Spending time with you.. I just wanted you, to know that.." He smiles, a faint flush of salmon beginning to rise adorably to the chunkiness of each cheek.


    Ooc: Oh stop it you! xD We can go all day arguing on this, so I'm just not going to bother. :3 (P.S, you're still really good at posting and is possibly the greatest roleplayer in this field I've been with! Just saying.

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    Marshall's words of never missing him had appeared to truly affect him. By then the tears were already slipping down Carter's adorable cheeks, leaving red stains from where they'd left their trail. As worried as he was at the sight of the other crying, he didn't think of them as upsetting or anything. They had to be happy tears. The other male's reply had soon make him take in a shaky breath, eyes closing, shoulders shaking as he sobbed. Marshall's tears, he knew, had been filled with happiness, joy to actually see him overwhelming his heart. Ah, God, he missed him... Terribly. If anything he knew, he'd found himself think behind at all of the months and moments he'd lived without Carter.


    He'd never quite been the same when Carter's parents had told him he'd passed. He'd sunk into a miserable depression, one that even the small group of friends Carter had introduced him to couldn't retrieve him frown. The caramel-haired boy had drowned in it, and nowadays he barely even managed to get by without losing himself. Waking up in the morning with the thought of getting to see his friend, he'd get up, only to remember that he would never see his dear friend again. Though here he was, and that was what was making it hard for him to understand. How could this be possible? It appeared that even Carter didn't know, so he didn't dare question him with any more questions about it.


    They two boys had held such a tight bond, sometimes it even seemed like they'd be quite the relationship. Though, the thought now pained him, as he realized all this time that he'd felt love for his trustful comrade. His ocean-blue eyes landed on the other's smirk as he'd found himself unable to stand, finding himself breathe a short breath of sudden relief, though his eyes had also closed, allowing the tears to release. A bright red was rushing to the paled cheeks of his, and he knew he could do nothing to stop it since his tears were only making him redder at the moment.


    He'd once had a muscular figure, though the depression, he knew, had caused him to stop eating until he absolutely had to. Muscle had soon been ate at, and he'd gotten noticeably skinnier. He definitely held most of his muscle, though a majority of it had vanished. At least, after the first couple of months, he'd managed to be able to fall asleep without crying every single time. It amazed him, really, that he hadn't ran out of tears to even shed at this time. Soon he noticed the young boy gesture for him to go towards the couch he was seated on, and Marshall pulled himself up from the ground to make his way there. Immediately he sat down on the couch, offering a small, teary-eyed smile.


    His words had managed a quiet chuckle to pass his lips, rubbing his eyes of the tears. "I missed this, too," he replied, glancing at the male as he looked at the fire. His beautiful, brown eyes shone as the glow of the fire shone off of them. The thought made him smile brightly, watching him before letting a silent tear slip. Most people didn't tend to think about Carter all of the time, but Marshall did. Even his parents had seemed to try to shove this male into the crevice of their minds, but that was not quite possible for the caramel-haired male. His eyes followed his eyes into the fire, watching it before moving the slightest bit closer. "I missed everything about you..."


    The sudden realization dawned on him, and it made him frown. "You're... not going to be staying here for the rest of your life, are you?" It couldn't be temporary; As much as Marshall's heart wanted it, it wasn't allowed. The thought made a sudden unhappiness appear in his gaze, looking down at the floor. A Christmas miracle, it was; but there was only one way to explain this... Temporary. There had to be something to use to know at least how long he'd be staying in this world.


    [you're one of the best I've ever roleplayed with, and that's saying something! cx]


    Carter Childs
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    The sight of the older mans tears just brought down his further to plummet against the already-dampened fabric of his t-shirt, the exact shirt that he always wore because it had been his favorite. The cotton V-neck was a grey and black striped T-shirt, the ends slacking longer than it should seeing since his form was a little to scrawny for the baggy attire. He had always hated loose clothing, but also tight-fits as well so the casual wear was always the essential in Carter's eyes.


    Outside, the pallid void beyond screamed on, pounding with wind against the frosted sheen of the double paned window that peered out to the world beyond. Attention grabbed for a few moments, he eyed then the empty spot next to him until the shape of a taller male took the offered seat intently. The smile he gave him, though sleek with the atmosphere of emotion, Carter grinned sheepishly in return, showing off his fine teeth goofily as he had always done.


    Though the one of the group to act serious when necessary, Childs always had fun making others laugh. Nothing brought him more joy than cracking a smile upon another's facing, loving to watch as brightness would illuminate their features in a content glow that just made him smile even broader. However, most of the time he just seemed like the natural goof he was. Coming with that, there was his prankster side.. Oh yes, and you may think otherwise but behind those 'innocent' cheeky smiles and giggly-laughs, Carter Edgar Childs was a troublemaker, no doubt. Ask anyone!


    The thought of the one time, Carter had slipped a ghost chili pepper in Marshall's sandwich a little over three years ago cracked a childish grin across the sloppy, red mess called his face. Some would wonder what went on through the young mans mind nearly all the time, but naturally it was just like he was reliving moments in his memory that just always seemed to make him emotional, both meaning to cry and or laugh.
    Over the time had been lost in thought, the brunette hadn't noticed Marshall gaze endlessly to his features still writhing with laughter and wonder towards the flicker of flames before the two full-grown men. More so, the caramel-haired boy next to him than himself, having had a year longed to grow..


    Peering over his right shoulder with a lonesome look casting a shadow across his delicate glowing features, he based his head to stare at his hands cradled in his lap, intertwined casually with one another's,
    "You mean that?" He asks at his best-friends statement to missing everything about the nineteen year-old. That's what just made his blush thicken with growing vividness and smile wider like an idiot, but he didn't care.


    Soon however, that smile faded. Marshall was right, but he as much as he needed to did not want to tell him the truth behind his live-being. Yes, the young adolescent knew of how he had come to be, somewhat but not why. He knew it was because God, their father had commanded but, of all people why Carter Childs? He was thankful, no question but.. It still bothered him, that out of all the thousands of souls who deserved an opportunity like this more than himself, his well-being was chosen out of many. It bothered him, and questioning-hurt rose to the presence of his features in a deep frown directed towards the carpet, but it was shaken away to stare up in his amigo's endless hazel gaze,
    "Marshall.. I'm sorry but as much as I'd love to say yes.. No." The words came out like knives, cutting up the boys throat with emotion and pain. He hated lying to his friends, Marshall though in particular, "I have until Christmas days end.. That's when I'll have to." Carter cuts himself off, burying my face in his clammy palms desperately. Such an emotional wreak he was when it came down to moments like these, but how would you feel when you knew you were to be taken by someone so close and dear to you?


    Ooc: I was inspired by your posts to do the same format. Hope you don't mind.. :-[ Thank you very much! I really appreciate it. I hope that one day, I could accelerate further into my passion for writing but my one flaw is that, when I start something, I just spends up all my muse and eventually I give it up. It's unfortunate, yes but all my ideas could end up going to a better use, that's why I RP.

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    Marshall watched the other wipe his shirt against the loose gray fabric that he knew was a little baggy for his small friend's tasted. Marshall personally could wear anything except tight clothing as long as it was a plain color; such as his current, white shirt. Though, now, he wasn't exactly in his best-dressed, since he had woken up, not even gotten dressed, before he'd heard the sudden clutter coming from this other male.


    The other showing off his perfectly white teeth in such a goofy manner made him chuckle briefly, looking ahead. This all seemed so real... At first he'd been wondering if any of his pills had been what had caused this hallucination, though he knew by now that he didn't even take those stupid anti-depressants. They only made him appear to be too happy for even his ways. It was almost unrealistic how innocent this guy could appear to be, when all he did at times was be a prankster. The other's laugh made him glance at him, watching him smile broader as if lost in thought. He must be thinking about something, really.


    A smile managed it's way at the words of his best friend's, nodding his head in response. "Of course," he whispered softly, leaning back against the comfortable couch. It was great to be with him again, even if he already had a big feeling that this was not going to be permanent. The thought was not making him feel great, but he was still smiling rather brightly as he thought of the past memories he'd had with him.


    His expression of happiness faded at the suddenly grim expression of his, looking ahead at the fire in front of him. Oh.. He wouldn't be staying here for forever. The words had made him frown slightly, slumping his shoulders the slightest bit, and then frowning a little bit more. His gaze set on the other male, watching him for a couple seconds, until he quietly nodded in response. He placed his sweating palms in his hands, frowning. "I... I want you to stay, though..." he whispered softly, glancing at him before looking ahead. It sounded so selfish, but that was true. Though... It wasn't selfish if he wasn't just thinking about himself, honestly.


    "But..." he'd swallowed hard, before turning his gaze to look at him. Almost as if Marshall wasn't the one who needed to be comforted, he placed a hand on his shoulder, ocean-blue eyes on those beautiful hazel. "Let's just make it the best time you've had, right?" he whispered to him softly, resisting the wanted urge to hug this guy again. He already knew what he thought about Carter- He knew damn well that it was love. He just didn't know if it was a mutual feeling, and... nothing was worse than the love not being mutual.


    [sorry, it's late here xc
    I don't mind at all! ^^ Nice gif]


    Carter Childs
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    Carters longing gaze fell upon the distressed and fatigued appearance of his companions, their eyes dark with dark circles from what he guessed were nights without much sleep, and a rather ragged feature to their hair. Worry began to prickle profusely at his heart, but then the young adolescent remembered that Marshall had just awoken all in turn to his clumsy state of mind and sudden change of scenery.


    At the mention of the random appearance within the household of Marshall Brookes, Carter's mind began to stray, wondering how he had just suddenly 'popped' into the existence of the Brookes residency. It all was fuzzy as to how he had arrived to the natural world, but at that moment he didn't want to believe that he was in another and just wanted to thrive in this short-second life the father had so graciously granted upon Carter Edgar Childs. So as though on cue, the wind died down to solemn gust just beyond the double paned sheen of transparent glass, earning the attention of the youthful brunette briefly before the voice of Marshall broke the silence between the two.


    A smile replaced the setting frown threatening to exist upon his gentle, soft features. Those features that at one point had been so at peace that you'd believe he never worried or was frantic about anything. The memory of the Beach in Los Angeles brought a grin back to his lips, staring into the fire as though in memorial to the heat that had greeted them when the four buddies plane had touched down inside the American lands. Yes, the two were not originally American until the summers passing where all four of them had pitched in enough finance to pay for a house down by the coast of Los Angeles.


    Their first house had two floors with only three bedrooms, forcing Marshall and Carter - as courtesy of the other two friends within their circle of bondage at the time - to room with one another until a big decision was made from Childs to move out and begin to follow his dream into the birth of a career int he lines of helping people, young people in their pursue to a greater life. Yes, Carter Edgar Childs had wanted to become a teacher in the excel of English. Indeed, the eighteen year-old had loved to always be around kids no matter the trouble that had wound themselves up in. In the end, everything just seemed to melt to that caramel goodness that just followed the brunette about everywhere..


    The reminder had flushed the sobbing presence from the midst of his cheeks a soft upset frown that drowned out the world around him. Looking up with almost, puppy dog-eyes towards Marshalls cyan pair, a smile coaxed him with life at his pleads, "I'll stay with you always." His eyes went wide a little, a smile embarrassingly spreading to the contentedness of his full lips. He hadn't meant in that way, but honestly the boy didn't care because no matter how much he denied it - for his friends 'well-being' - it was true, "Umm.. Yeah!" The dark haired man grins like an idiot some more, hoping that the caramel-haired male wouldn't be affected by his cheesy-behavior but then again.. Like mentioned before, it was true.


    Ooc: Iz okay, and thanks! It's Kian Lawley from O2L - Oursecondlife - you should check them out, pretty cool. ^^ And I sincerly apologize for the quality of this post, leave 'er mind the quantity. I'm just a little out of it today. ^-^

    As you wish, my friend. I bid you 'good luck' on your tournament. ^^

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    [eh, we got third. Good 'nuff, I guess. My laptop is in repair, so this post is mobile. Sorry xc]


    That smile of Carter's... It was always enough for him to feel all warm inside. His perfect smile that made his soft features even more inviting; the smile that could warm people with the coldest of hearts. His gaze turned towards him, finding himself smile the slightest bit more. It appeared almost like, with that feature on Carter's face, the young male never worried about anything. Almost like he never did have worries or troubles, which he could possibly have had back then. When he was still alive. Wait, was Carter even enough to be called living? It was more like a touchable image, imagination torturing his poor soul.


    He could remember everything that had happened while Carter was still alive. He could remember the first time they'd stepped foot on American soil, when they'd saved money to buy a house. Not to mention -- How could he forget -- sharing a room with Childs until he had made the decision to leave and study English. Well, Marshall had still had his friends, but... Nowadays, he certainly had distanced himself from his friends. They could try to talk to him, and all that they would happen to get in return was Marshall pushing them away with a sad and broken heart.


    "I'll stay with you always."


    He knew the words weren't true. Damn it, he could feel the doubt in the words with every ounce of his soul. The only way Carter would be staying with him was by staying in his heart. Though the love he felt could never be returned if all they had together was a deadline of who-knows. A feeling in his heart wasn't enough, actually. A frown set on his features, looking down once more and releasing a short, soft sigh. God, he loved him. What else could he do other than want to spend some more time with this guy?


    Cyan eyes moved towards the ceiling, then towards the window that had seemed to have silenced on the other side of it. No more wind... "Carter..." he whispered, glancing over at the other and smiling the slightest -- just a mere twitch of the lips. "What is it that you'd like to do?" Christmas was in about 24 or 25 days; there was lots of Christmas-y things for him to do with Carter. At least enough to be able to have a good time with him. Hell, even walking with him would be a good thing to walk around and look at the surroundings. Surely there was something that, even in Los Angeles, they could do something Christmas-y without snow.


    Without too much thought, he slowly stood and offered a smile towards Carter. It couldn't be all that bad, he knew. Even a day with Carter would make Marshall's lifetime. A yawn escaped his lips, rubbing at his eyes until moving his fingers through his caramel-colored eyes and giving a small yawn.


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    Something stirred in his heart unknowingly at that longing, obscurely beautiful gaze that seemed to revolve around his mere existence. Carter had never truly understood the concept on human emotions and how they worked, though he very-well was experienced exponentially with them himself. In greater understanding, the brunette never truly grasped the working of the human emotional track development, or how they 'tick' if you will.


    Hoping to shake off the gentle caress of a look so he doesn't make Marshall feel the least bits uncomfortable, the young man just lets a genuinely cheeky smile slide to the presence of his lips, dimples apparent at his idiotic grin which he had heard was, 'contagious'. Being the naïve fellow that the young college student naturally is, or was, Carter hadn't caught the brief passing of a hopeless emotion that passed through his good friends features. Once the grin subsided to a neutral line, the young Childs family member's became stricken with sudden wonder, "Hey, how are the others?" Carter asks unknowingly. Since his passing, the childish teenager had slowly but surely drifted off from the presence of this world, and with that his connection to all four of the human-beings he had truly put his faith in.


    Not necessarily religious, the dark-eyed adolescent merely carried undeniable love with him that was directed towards these uniquely acceptable individuals, though more so Marshall than anyone else. Everyone knew that. He remembered the occasion where they had played a harmless game of truth or dare, a dare he had so foolhardily chosen in protection for his friends fate that consisted of leaping into a body of zero below cold water. The chilling substance had lapped at his very bone matter and the day or two later, had awoken with the sickening presence of a cold.


    The memoire caused a very light grin to appear silently against the salmon hued health of his lips. However, it faded at the sudden despair noted in his caramel-coloured haired friend. With two brows furrowing and a head tilting off to one side similar to that a feline, Carter reached out to gently let a hand brush his best-friends knuckle, but drew back once their significantly taller form rose to stretch out completely. Carter could read him like a book. He could see his hope, his pain and his content behind those lovely caramel sets. Flinching softly for some unknown reason, Carter rose as well and made a respectable distance between the two men.


    What would I like to do? He let his mind roll over the words over and over, trying to process and reply to the best of his ability. Letting a soft breath of warm arm part through his glossy-lips, Carter took a moment to ponder a little more before shaping the idea. It had to be one of his greatest admirations he had ever known, "Can we go play in the snow?!" With childish excitement rich In his voice, the young mans cheeks ignited with a hopeful red glow. The word choice was slightly immature, but when one's soul had been dormant for a total of twelve months, every single tid-bit of solitary excitement seems to pulse out all at once. Lest it be on command or traitorously.


    Carter had always been genuinely fond of the aspect of snow. Once each year during his days of flourishing, youthful life - which was a difficultly, sad way of putting it - all of the boys would make teams and have a huge snowball fight to kick off the festive season. Nearly everyone knew of Carter Child's adoration of the festive season, and uncanny fun-in-the-snow.


    It seemed as though the young man had boundless energy, but as his excitement began to maturely settle, Carter eyed Marshall respectfully and his gaze softened, "But you.. You don't have to if you don't want to because you're tired and I don't want to... To force you." The tone in his voice is heart-breaking with sincerity and dripping - practically - with disappointment, but it had always been others before himself.. Always.