EGO ME DILIGENTES DILIGO (R)

[noah pelham]

[cs=2][bg=eeeeee][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,475px,true][atrb=cellspacing,0px,true][atrb=cellpadding,5px,true] [STYLE=font-family:georgia; color:#003366; border-bottom:2px solid #ffffff; margin-bottom:-15px; letter-spacing:1px; text-align:right;]YOU REALIZE THIS LOVE IS STRONG AS IT HAS[/style] [STYLE=font-family:georgia; color:#111111; font-style:italic; letter-spacing:1px; text-align:right; margin-bottom:10px;]been all along for miles and miles can't come between[/style]
[bg=eeeeee][atrb=cellspacing,0px,true][atrb=padding,5px,true][STYLE=background-color:#e8e8e8; color:#111111; width:325px; height:325px; padding:15px; overflow:auto; text-align:justify; margin:5px;]The fact of the matter was, Noah Pelham was in love. He'd always been in love, a little bit; with the idea of it all, though he'd never expressed these secret desires to anyone because it wasn't very becoming of a diligent and attentive ambassador. But now that he was in love, that was all he really felt like doing - laying around in bed all day, thinking about how it felt. He'd never experienced it much before, not really. It was a thrilling new experience, one that he'd come to indulge in as much as dread it. Lovely as it was, it scared him. It scared him much more than the the threat of war looming around them could ever have done. The brunette sat in his study all day, waiting for the evening to come with a bit of petulant impatience. He signed papers, read official documents, and paced the study of his mansion impatiently. Right, yes - his mansion. What a joke. This had been gifted to him by one of the politician's in the city. They would just as easily take it away as they had given it to him, if he suddenly became a blemish on the otherwise flawless facade of the city. A cynical, surly noise erupted from him. Thinking about the politicians and their more-than-crooked ways always managed to work him up into a bit of a mood. He snapped his portfolio shut, glanced out the window at the darkening landscape, and headed downstairs. Tonight was, after all, the first night having Alonzo in his home. Before, he'd been too afraid; and he still was a little afraid now, but a big part of him wanted to get caught. To have no choice but to say, sorry, I'm in love with him. What else do you want me to tell you? It was a dangerous, destructive sort of desire, but again - all at once entirely enticing. Running his fingers through his hair, he dropped the portfolio off on the table and let out a tight-lipped sigh. Having the redhead here would do him some good. It would get his mind off of work for a little bit, at least - but then, when was his mind ever not preoccupied?[/style]	[bg=eeeeee][atrb=cellspacing,0px,true][atrb=style,text-align:justify;][atrb=padding,5px,true][STYLE=border:5px solid #ffffff; margin:5px; text-align:center;][/style] [STYLE=font-family:georgia; background-color:#e8e8e8; color:#003366; border-bottom:2px solid #ffffff; text-align:center; margin-bottom:-15px]TAG(S)[/style] alonzo <3 [STYLE=font-family:georgia; background-color:#e8e8e8; color:#003366; border-bottom:2px solid #ffffff; text-align:center; margin-bottom:-15px]WORD COUNT[/style] pfff bahahah [STYLE=font-family:georgia; background-color:#e8e8e8; color:#003366; border-bottom:2px solid #ffffff; text-align:center; margin-bottom:-15px]MUSIC[/style] colors - april smith. [STYLE=font-family:georgia; background-color:#e8e8e8; color:#003366; border-bottom:2px solid #ffffff; text-align:center; margin-bottom:-15px]NOTES[/style] wheeeee i'll try not to throw angst into this one, i said. well that was a lame attempt.
[cs=2][bg=eeeeee][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,475px,true][atrb=cellspaing,0px,true][atrb=cellpadding,5px,true] [STYLE=font-family:georgia; color:#003366; border-bottom:2px solid #ffffff; margin-bottom:-15px; letter-spacing:1px;]I'LL WEAR YOUR COLORS MY DEAR UNTIL[/style] [STYLE=font-family:georgia; color:#111111; font-style:italic; letter-spacing:1px; text-align:right; margin-bottom:10px;]you're standing right here next to the one who adores you[/style] [STYLE=text-align:right; font-size:10px; color:#e0e0e0; margin-top:-10px; margin-bottom:10px;]designed by NOWAKI of btn, lyrics from colors by april smith.[/style]

[alonzo castillo]

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[atrb=style, background-color: #F2F2F2; border-top: 5px solid #A75252; border-bottom: 5px solid #A75252][STYLE=margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom:-13px; margin-right: 50px; text-align:right; font-size:20px; font-family: courier new; text-transform: uppercase; color: #972323; text-shadow: 0.1em 0em 0.1em #432424;]I THOUGHT YOU WANTED ME[/style][STYLE=margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom:-50px; margin-right: 10px; text-align:right; font-size:12px; font-family: courier new; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0em #432424; text-transform: uppercase; color: #E6CFCF;]'CAUSE I WANT YOU ALL TO MYSELF![/style][STYLE=margin-left: 10px; margin-top: 50px; margin-right: 10px; text-align:center; font-size:9px; font-family: georgia; color: #8C8C8C; border-top: 5px dotted #A75252;] [/style] [STYLE=font-size:9px; font-family: arial; margin-left:15px; width: 300px; height: 250px; overflow: auto; text-align: justify; background-color: #F7F7F7; border-top: 4px solid #A75252; border-bottom: 4px solid #A75252; padding: 8px; color: #6E6E6E]He supposed it was a normal thing to feel. That odd flutter in your chest. The sudden clamminess of your hands. That fear that seized your heart as soon as you saw that person. That sudden compression on your chest that suddenly made breathing impossible. It was wonderful. But he loathed it all the same. It was hard to trust, he knew, but it was even harder to speak with him civilly. Or at least. Without that small, unsightly urge in the back of his head to crush the other man's windpipe. He didn't know how he had fallen into the trap again. And to be completely honest, he wasn't sure of whether he wanted to climb out of it or not.  Even now, he wondered, should he go or should he stay? It was a question that he could have asked but had no answers to. He bit his lower lip, mulling over the thought as he stood there. Already dressed, already ... well. Ready. Should he go or should he stay? He left no word with the others as to where he would be going, he knew. So they wouldn't question his location. But what should happen in case this was a trap? What happened if this happened to be one of those instances that would doom him in the end? What would happen to his sister, their business, their employees (if they could really even be called that) if he disappeared? Yes, no, yes, no, yes, no. The two words swirled around in his head. But before he had even known, the redhead had arrived at the mansion without a conspicuous entrance. He wasn't dirty. He was like everyone else. At least as far as they knew. He could do nothing, he thought. Surely, it wouldn't have mattered anyway should soldiers come in and see him. See them. No, he thought. See us. Everything Noah had been working for, everything that Alonzo had endured since birth would have gone to waste. But love only dulled his consciousness. He didn't want to think.  He lifted a hand, timidly knocking on the door. "H- Hello?" He stammered out, throat dry and eyes full of wonder. The mansion was huge. So much bigger. So much richer. "No- Noah, are you there?" His voice was barely louder than a whisper now. The soft fabric of his t-shirt shifted as he leaned a bit closer. The keys on his belt jingled. "O- Open the door. Hurry." His crimson jacket shifted on him, heavy on his thin body. Alonzo bowed his head against the door, adjusting his black framed glasses gently. He had lost his contacts again. "Before people notice." [/style]MADE BY KIWII OF BTN & OTE

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[noah pelham]

[cs=2][bg=eeeeee][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,475px,true][atrb=cellspacing,0px,true][atrb=cellpadding,5px,true] [STYLE=font-family:georgia; color:#003366; border-bottom:2px solid #ffffff; margin-bottom:-15px; letter-spacing:1px; text-align:right;]YOU REALIZE THIS LOVE IS STRONG AS IT HAS[/style] [STYLE=font-family:georgia; color:#111111; font-style:italic; letter-spacing:1px; text-align:right; margin-bottom:10px;]been all along for miles and miles can't come between[/style]
[bg=eeeeee][atrb=cellspacing,0px,true][atrb=padding,5px,true][STYLE=background-color:#e8e8e8; color:#111111; width:325px; height:325px; padding:15px; overflow:auto; text-align:justify; margin:5px;]Oh, surely his house was far richer than others in this neighborhood, even though he didn't actually pay for it - in money, that is. The governor offered it to him because he was such a persuasive and provocative ambassador. "A man like you should be living in a house to match", is what the man had said - but what he'd really meant was that as long as Noah kept doing things that made the governor look good, he would be allowed to keep his job and living in a nice house. The idea had been appealing, at first - but now Noah was sick of it. He'd grown sick of it once before, too. The "incident" - that's what the governor had called it, deciding to keep it from the press - happened right after Noah had denied having any sort of relations with Alonzo. He'd come home, just like any other day, dropped his bag on the floor, and looked around. All of it - he hated it. He hated that it was making up who he was and what he did. He'd been sick with the feeling of it, taking the nearest candle stick and throwing it into the mirror next to him. It had been a stupid thing to do, of course. The glass shattered everywhere, and he'd gotten several jagged little scars on the hand that had been holding the candlestick, but at least it had made him feel better. There was no solution that could equate quite to smashing something when you were angry. Especially something that didn't belong to you, that you didn't care about. Two months after that, Adeline had died. There was no mirror breaking, no curtains catching fire; Noah simply resided to his room, shut the blinds, locked the door, and didn't come out. Everything. All of the pain had been for nothing. Noah was startled out of his reverie by the urgent sound of Alonzo's voice. He swiftly made his way to the front door, opening it and ushering the redhead in. Much to his relief, Alonzo seemed unharmed; he shut the door, quietly, and locked the dead bolt and then the door lock itself. Safe, he thought a little bitterly, in our gilded bird cage. He turned to look at Alonzo, a tiny smile crooking the edges of his lips. "I didn't know you wore glasses," he commented, casually almost. He couldn't have begun to put into words the relief he felt in the presence of the other - though things were still tense, still unsure and unsteady between them. Noah stepped forward and tentatively, carefully, placed his hands on Alonzo's shoulders and kissed the redhead's forehead. "Thank you for coming," he murmured, lips moving gently against the other's forehead as he spoke. Noah pulled back, taking Alonzo's hand and tugging on it gently. He didn't know what he was supposed to do - he felt like an awkward teenage boy, showing his first girlfriend around. "I don't..." he started, shrugging helplessly. "There's a lot of, ah, nice... Rooms here..." He paused. He felt ridiculous. "I mean, the study is my favorite room. Would you like to see that?" He hoped Alonzo knew that he was trying, but he just didn't know how to do it well. [/style]	[bg=eeeeee][atrb=cellspacing,0px,true][atrb=style,text-align:justify;][atrb=padding,5px,true][STYLE=border:5px solid #ffffff; margin:5px; text-align:center;][/style] [STYLE=font-family:georgia; background-color:#e8e8e8; color:#003366; border-bottom:2px solid #ffffff; text-align:center; margin-bottom:-15px]TAG(S)[/style] alonzo <3 [STYLE=font-family:georgia; background-color:#e8e8e8; color:#003366; border-bottom:2px solid #ffffff; text-align:center; margin-bottom:-15px]WORD COUNT[/style] pfff bahahah [STYLE=font-family:georgia; background-color:#e8e8e8; color:#003366; border-bottom:2px solid #ffffff; text-align:center; margin-bottom:-15px]MUSIC[/style] colors - april smith. [STYLE=font-family:georgia; background-color:#e8e8e8; color:#003366; border-bottom:2px solid #ffffff; text-align:center; margin-bottom:-15px]NOTES[/style] bam bam dee dum
[cs=2][bg=eeeeee][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,475px,true][atrb=cellspaing,0px,true][atrb=cellpadding,5px,true] [STYLE=font-family:georgia; color:#003366; border-bottom:2px solid #ffffff; margin-bottom:-15px; letter-spacing:1px;]I'LL WEAR YOUR COLORS MY DEAR UNTIL[/style] [STYLE=font-family:georgia; color:#111111; font-style:italic; letter-spacing:1px; text-align:right; margin-bottom:10px;]you're standing right here next to the one who adores you[/style] [STYLE=text-align:right; font-size:10px; color:#e0e0e0; margin-top:-10px; margin-bottom:10px;]designed by NOWAKI of btn, lyrics from colors by april smith.[/style]

[alonzo castillo]

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[atrb=style, background-color: #F2F2F2; border-top: 5px solid #A75252; border-bottom: 5px solid #A75252][STYLE=margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom:-13px; margin-right: 50px; text-align:right; font-size:20px; font-family: courier new; text-transform: uppercase; color: #972323; text-shadow: 0.1em 0em 0.1em #432424;]I THOUGHT YOU WANTED ME[/style][STYLE=margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom:-50px; margin-right: 10px; text-align:right; font-size:12px; font-family: courier new; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0em #432424; text-transform: uppercase; color: #E6CFCF;]'CAUSE I WANT YOU ALL TO MYSELF![/style][STYLE=margin-left: 10px; margin-top: 50px; margin-right: 10px; text-align:center; font-size:9px; font-family: georgia; color: #8C8C8C; border-top: 5px dotted #A75252;] [/style] [STYLE=font-size:9px; font-family: arial; margin-left:15px; width: 300px; height: 250px; overflow: auto; text-align: justify; background-color: #F7F7F7; border-top: 4px solid #A75252; border-bottom: 4px solid #A75252; padding: 8px; color: #6E6E6E]It made him nervous. Seeing him here, seeing him not only as the person he was but the person that everyone else thought him to be. He wasn't quite sure what was in there. What if some of the government was in there? What if they knew he was a mutant? What if they dragged him off to be dissected?  He had heard stories of that. The government paid off people who got mutants to them. It was terrifying. But, he thought, what did he have to lose? His dignity? He failed to see how he had much left. His freedom? It was limited as it was. His world, it felt, was just getting smaller and smaller by the day. Even now, he questioned Noah. What if this, what if that. So many and more swirled around in his head and he didn't know the answer. He didn't want to know.  Mistakes, he thought. He made too many of them. The locks on the door clicked and they swung open. Only Noah's familiar presence gave him comfort. He stepped inside and could only look around. Confused. It was like stepping into another world, he thought. The door clicked shut behind him and his mouth hung agape at his surroundings. "What?" He replied, turning slightly to look at Noah. His glasses? "Yeah. I lost my contacts somewhere in the house." He offered a small smile, nodding quietly.  Alonzo closed his eyes at the other's touch. It dent shivers down his spine. Terror? Excitement? Longing? All of the above ran through him. He bit the inside of his cheek, thinking of an appropriate response. "It wasn't like I had much else to do." Well. That didn't sound like how it was supposed to.  He opened his eyes then, following the other quietly. He seemed a bit awkward, nervous. The edges of Alonzo's lips curled upward at the thought. Good. He wasn't the only one scared. "I can tell." He replied, laughing softly. If this was just the opening room, he wasn't sure what to think of the others. Allie gave a gentle squeeze on the other man's hand to remind himself that Noah was there. It wasn't a dream. He had dreamt this scene time and time again when they had been together. And even now as they were, he was still as awkward as ever with the redhead. The eloquence disappeared, he noted. "I would like that."  If it was his favorite room, Allie thought, then perhaps he could learn a little more about the man he had fallen in love with so many years ago.  [/style]MADE BY KIWII OF BTN & OTE

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