St. Peter's Asylum discussion

Peter glanced over Timothy's shoulder, his blue eyes flicking to his face after a turn of every page. He was looking for some sort of reaction, because he knew that some of his writing has sent people away.

Flaxen eyebrows were raised as Timothy turned a few more pages. "I'm impressed," he said after a few minutes, giving Peter back the notebook with a soft smile.

"It's quite amazing."

For the third time in about twenty minutes, this flaxen-locked, gray eyed beauty boy hade made him blush. It creeped up his neck, instantly darkening his cheeks.

"Thank you, but it's really nothing," Peter claimed modestly. "I mostly just write what comes to me."

"And what comes to you seems to be rather incredible," Timothy offered with a grin.

"It's all in the eye of the beholder, Gray Eyes," Peter countered, a friendly grin painted across his own lips.

A small roll of those very same eyes. "Oh, yes, that hurts me so much," Timothy murmured with a smile and a laugh.

"Oh, it wasn't meant to be an insult. Your eyes just really stick out to me." Peter gazed at those eyes a moment longer, feeling a small spark of inspiration.

Timothy grinned. "Thanks, I suppose."

Peter chuckled. "You're welcome, I suppose."

Timothy smiled widely at Peter, and looked down at his sketchbook. A small smile hit the boy, as his hand itched for the charcoal. He didn't pick it up, but he would remember his idea.

"So, Peter, what brings you outside?"

Peter sighed, closing the notebook gently. The familiar ripping sound of the weathered binding greeted him loudly. "Had to get out. Staying inside makes me go crazy." He couldn't help it, he laughed.

A small nod. "I understand exactly what you mean."

"Say, do you ever wonder what it's like now? Do you ever wonder how different the world is?" He turned himself fully, his side against the tree. He tried not to notice their close proximity.

Of course, Timothy was the one to notice. Crimson rushed to his cheeks, but he tried to best to ignore it.

He immitated Peter, and their knees brushed slightly. Trying to ignore it, Timothy nodded. "I do, all the time."

Now it was Peter who blushed (for the fourth time now, but who's keeping track?). "So do I," he whispered. "What I would give... To break free. To be normal just once." He glanced at Timothy, holding his gaze steadily.

This is wrong, unnatural. But he couldn't stop himself.

A small, sad smile crossed Timothy's lips as the boy nodded. "I get what you mean. I would kill to go back."

Peter nodded. "I understand, it's a desperation to breathe air not thick with such tight security feelings. But I wonder how people would react to people like us." Now, Peter wasn't entirely sure if he was talking about being a phsychotic patient or not.

Timothy had his own suspicions, and he shrugged. "If we hide it well enough here, we could easily hide it out in the real world."

Peter gave a shrug of his own, and placed his head against the tree, which brought him two inches closer to Timothy. He swallowed soundlessly, Adam's apple bobbing.

"I suppose, unless... Unless, of course, they can just tell, just by looking at us."

((OMG just a few days ago I realized that only guys have Adam's apples... Ehe...))

"Do you honestly think that's even a possibility?" Head was turned, and grey eyes met Peter's.

[Nuh-uh, don't girls have them, too? O.o]

"Sometimes, I really think they can. I don't know how, but I think they can." He didn't dare move. He stayed where he was, keeping his breathing even, studying Tim closely.

((no... Ours are windpipes. ..... I'd say now, but they kinda just met XD your opinion?))

[Oh. Well, that's good to know. XD

I'm torn. I really, REALLY want to say now, but they did just meet. *growls at reality*]

((ADJUSTMENT. Maybe they didn't just meet?))

[That's OK wif me.]

((mkhay. We'll say they knew each other, but never knew much about each other, and that's what this was.))

Eyes met eyes, and for a few moments nothing was said between the two.

It was iffy, risky, worrisome, nerve-making. But Timothy stood up to his fears-- what was the worst that would happen?

He leaned forward, and placed his darkened, left hand atop Peter's knee as lips met luscious lips.

A soft gasp of surprise quickly transformed into a low groan. In a less graceful, more hesitant movement, Peter slipped one hand around Timothy's neck, fingers linking through his flaxen waves.

For now, Peter was really enjoying the kiss. So far, no intrusions. Not yet, anyway. Soon, afterward, all his pleasure would be refunded to the very reason why Peter was here.

Lips parted with a slight smile, and right hand trailed around Peter's slim neck. Eyes flickered shut, and his grip on the writer's knee tightened slightly.

Momentarily, Peter was lost in Timothy's lips. His other arm joined his first, winding around his gray-eyed boy's neck. Peter smiled for a moment, breaking the kiss, but only for a second. His lips were against Timothy's again in the bat of an eye.

Head was tilted back, but only for a moment, as Timothy took a breath. Then kiss wasteturned to kiss, grey eyes flickering shut.

[Wasteturned?]

Lips beginning to grow sore, Peter pressed his lips to Timothy's again. He kissed the pair at once, then only the top, and then only the bottom. He sighed, his own eyes sliding shut after one more kiss.

((blank brain. Fade?))

[LOL, sure. :$]

Domonic strode along the path leading up to the peach tree, has hand gently encased around Cadenza's slender wrist. He looked at Cadenza with a small smile, waiting for a reaction to flash across her sweet face.

((guess I'll paradox Yvette:3))

Cadenza's icy gaze was looking around, head turning and a small smile in place. The outside was always a wonder to her; she never got to see it. At the moment, none of her thoughts revolved around her schedule.

The trapeze artist sat atop one of the branches in the tree itself. Being one of the only places to practice flips and turns, Yvette frequented the location. She spotted Domonic, with a patient, and smiled to herself.

Spotting his friend, Domonic raised his hand in a wave. "Hi, Yvette." He grinned at Cadenza, though. His smiles were for her, as usual. "That's Yvette. She's a nurse here who used to be in the circus." He kept in step with her, though he was hoping she'd let him introduce the two. He thought Cadenza would like the trapeze artist.

Yvette flipped herself, hooking onto the branch with her legs and hanging upside down as she offered a hand to the fair-haired patient. "My pleasure. Cadenza, I presume?"

Startled at first, Cadenza hesitantly shook hands with the girl. "Yes..."

"Yvette is Alayna's(?) nurse," Domonic informed the patient beside him. Even with his light, easy-going tone in his voice, he could sense her surprise and unease. He gently squeezed her wrist/hand. On the way to the tree, he had allowed his hand to slip gently closer to her hand by at least an each.

[right.]

Cadenza nodded, lightening up a little. "Oh."

Yvette smiled, and hopped down from the tree. She ran a Han through her silky hair.

"I was just showing Cadenza how pretty it is outside this time of day. What are you doing here?" Domonic asked, though he was looking around Yvette. He was looking for something to show Cadenza to keep her occupied.

"Practicing."

Cadenza glanced over at her nurse, with knit eyebrows

"So you plan on showing the starving tigers up?" His attention went to Yvette with a playful smirk before turning back to his patient and winking. "Yvette goes to see the circus every week. Maybe one of these goes you can go, if you want." And if we can even get you out for an hour, Domonic added to himself.

Cadenza cocked her head to the side. "A what?" The girl had grown up secluded in her room; it was only weeks ago she had learned exactly what a supermarket was.

"You know, with fat-ladies, and tigers and lions and elephants and fliers and trapeze artists?" Yvette spoke wistfully.

Domonic's eyebrows shot up to become hidden by his curly bangs. "You don't know what a circus is? I think you'd like it. You could even try an elephant ear." He a changed a smirk with Yvette and then asked his friend, "When's the next circus thingy, anyway?"

Yvette shrugged. "Depends on who you want."

"Um... One without malnourished striped kitties would probably be nice," Domonic replied thoughtfully.

A tickle of an idea ran through Yvette's head. She wanted to shove it off and away, over a cliff, perhaps. But she couldn't make it leave.

She constantly watched the news for which circuses were coming in town when. And a familiar one was coming the next week.

"I can get us to one at this time next week," she said quietly. "It's one that recently got put back together."

[*gasp* Is it the circus that I think it is?!]

"Sounds like fun," Domonic said in an excited tone. He hoped Cadenza would be pleased with the circus. "You up for some fun, Cadenza?" He asked the girl beside him.

[PSH no...;)]

Cadenza smiled slightly, growing a little uncomfortable from the outside air. "It does," she decided.

Yvette patted Dom's shoulder as she began to walk away. "I'll see you two around, when I have more information."

With a friendly wave, the circus girl waltzed away.