be cool or be cast out [kaiden]

[makism vandik tarasov]

Makism had read the letters. Every single god be damned one of them, he'd read them all. It only killed him that he couldn't respond. He couldn't tell the man no. He couldn't tell Kade to take his happy little ass and stay put right where he was. It was starting to kill the man, starting to take him and drag him down. If there was one person out there left that he thought the world of, it was Kaiden. They'd known each other for what felt like ages, and maybe Makism still wanted to protect him. Maybe he wanted, in his own stupid way, to know that everything was okay for one of them. He wanted to be able to think the world of someone from his old life so he wouldn't have to push them away too. There had to be some good left somewhere, in one of them.

For the last week or so, he'd been waiting outside the record room for maybe an hour or so, or until he found himself bored. He'd sit and he'd sip from his hip flask, playing angry birds on his phone to pass the time. There was something strange and almost comforting about not seeing the man or really anyone else. It was as if he wasn't catching anyone at all... it was like no one came down here. Maybe Makism was a little put out by that too-- did no one care that they were here being tortured half to death? Was this not for science? Did they not have to keep good records to know what worked and what didn't? The Russian man was reminded of the way the coroner sat by his bed, simply waiting for him to die. An awful lot of paperwork, death was around here.

It's a Wednesday, a perfectly ordinary hump day, that Makism sits. He's got local music going from his phone... things from where he's from. It's comforting to hear things from bands called Gone By Daylight and The Head and the Heart-- things people around here would have never heard of. He doesn't miss it, but he misses all the indie kids and the stoners that would sit around and brag about being hipster... their hometown boys would never make it big. They would never really be hipsters because it never would be cool elsewhere.

It made them feel cool. Maybe Makism feels a little more cool than usual, alone in his own little dreamworld.

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[kaiden reece dewey]

The echo of lone footsteps was an eerie sound, even for the man who made them. Chaspel Heights was like it's own little town, and Kaiden didn't think he would be able to get used to it. A sigh escaped past his lips as he let his eyes wonder around the open hall.

He hadn't been here long, today was really the first day he toured the halls. Shuffling the two folders in his hands, he made a turn to head down the last hall before he reached the Records Room.

Records Keeper. That was the job Kade had chosen, and he was well qualified for the job. Before coming here, he did Intel for the marine corps. It was a fine job, but it kept him away from Makism. And Makism was important to Kaiden. A cough began to rumble in his chest. As it escaped, it brought him quickly from his thoughts and sent him into a fit. Through watered eyes, he saw a familiar figure that had been burned into his brain a long time ago. "Makism?"

[makism vandik tarasov]

Makism didn't know what kept him sitting there. It was a rather dreary spot, only a woman occasionally hurried by on her way in and out of the room to entertain his thoughts. He hadn't said a word to that woman, not in all her trips and duties forth. No, he'd been waiting for someone that was so much a part of himself... he'd been waiting and that was all he needed.

There are footsteps in the hall, and they're not that of the woman, flitting and fluttering. Broad, strong confident... he knows who they belong to. He knows that they're those of the bold, strong, confident Kade... he can tell you without looking up. He knows the man... a part of his heart and soul. They'd become something like that a long time ago. Things had change since then. Makism had become the epitome of all things... all things spooky since then. His green eyes burned with a fever, held a sheen of sweat... there was only one thing that it could mean now. Hang a bell from the highest tower and let it ring, for there was yet another monster loose on the campus of this god be damned place.

He knows long before he hears the cough, but that's when the nightmare becomes reality. His knees draw in closer to his body, closer in to his chest. The Russian man's phone now rests next to his shoe, hands shaking too badly to continue. He hides them. Makism doesn't look up, instead stares blankly at the toes of the man's shoes. His tone is cold, accent thick as he speaks to the man that stands before him. "I told you not to come, Kade." The creature shakes all over. The war inside his head has just begun.

[kaiden reece dewey]

It wasn't quite the tone Kade was hoping for, but it wasn't much of a suprise either. He was told not to come, several times. Being who he was and what Makism meant to him, Kaiden had to come. He just wanted to be around in case he was needed. Not to mention, he felt alone without Makism around. The boy was like his other half, there was no way he could stay away.

"I couldn't not come... If you're going to be stuck here for the rest of your life so these /doctors/ can test things on you, then I'm going to stay here too." His tone was soft, but there was no hiding the emotion in his voice. His eyes worked their way over the sitting boy's body as he chewed at his lip nervously. Makism was about the only person who could make Kaiden nervous. But Makism was about the only person who could make him do a lot of things.

Shuffling the folders in his head, Kade cleared his throat. His eyes hadn't left Makism since he first spotted the boy. It seemed like forever as he waited for the voice of the other man to brake the silence. Kaiden hoped the waiting ended soon. It seemed like forever since he had spoke and the anticipation was killing him.

[makism vandik tarasov]

Really, honestly, Makism only has one damn left to give. That one, you must understand, is about Kade. The presence of the man is something that can sit and cut him rather deeply, that can drive him half insane at the slightest idea. It's crazy, the way that the man can still make him sick to his stomach and dizzy all at once. Eerie, almost. It's a different effect than Quinn... a far different effect. There's a day to night difference on the way it works on the Russian boy.

His eyes flicker now to Kade's face, dancing across the sharp definition. He'd always told the man that there was no money in the Corps, that he aught to model... advice he never took. It was something that might Makism a little sad, especially looking at the man now. Kaiden was all definition and tone... enough to may any guy (or girl) drool just a little bit. Hell, more than a little bit.

"I don't need you." The words are cold. His Russian accent is laced with ice, and if looks could kill the man would be dead on the floor. If you know Makism well enough, you'd know that he's dying to be touched, aching for all the tender things he'd been searching for from Quinn. All the things that Quinn won't give him.

[kaiden reece dewey]

His eyebrows furrowed as the words, 'I don't need you,' reached his ears. A small frown worked it's away across Kaiden's lips as he searched for something to say. Nothing came to mind. Makism's words echoed after every thought. It was like a song on repeat, only it made Kade feel like anything he thought of, wasn't good enough to be said. He began to pick at the corner of the folders with his thumb and index finger. "I.." But his voice seemed to fizzle out.

He just wanted to make sure the boy was safe, that he was protected. Makism's words had cut him down, and he was looking for any sign that the boy was lying. "I just want you safe, Makism. And happy.." Kade's eyes still hadn't left the boy once. He started to wonder what had happened while he was away, but it only lasted a few seconds.

[makism vandik tarasov]

He shook. From the inside out, Makism was shaking. The cold was starting to win, and it hurt. There it was, freezing the fibers of the muscles of his legs and fingers and everything else. He wanted so badly to get up, but the Russian man knew he wouldn't be able to get his feet below his body. Nothing would work properly, even now when he needed it the most.

"I can protect myself." The man shivers subtly where he sits, eyes cold and distrustful on Kaiden's face. The man had never done anything to burn him, but Makism had given him plenty of reason to start. It was driving him crazy, but he needed to know that there was someone there that wouldn't leave. If you were to reach out, to touch his face... well, the man was cold to the touch.

[kaiden reece dewey]

Kade seemed stuck. The only things moving were his fingers picking at the ends of the folder and his eyelids blinking ever so often so his eyes wouldn't dry out. Even after everything Makism said or would say, Kaiden knew he wouldn't leave. He couldn't leave. The boy would always be apart of his life, and he would always be there for the boy.


"I can't leave..." He replied. His muscles finally began to move as he crouched down to become eye level. His face held a slight gleam of happiness as his eyes trailed over Makism, but there was still saddness written clearly on his face. "Please, just let me stay.."

[makism vandik tarasov]

They'd never been so magnetic as they had been in the early days. The early days had been good.. grand... crisp. Golden, even. Nothing gold can stay... Makism had learned it better than anything else. It had evaporated and Makism had moved on, right? Yeah. He tried. He would always try. He had Quinn now, he wanted Quinn. It was when Quinn didn't want him that he had started looking elsewhere... that he idea had started to sneak in.

He ached for comfort. There's a darkness in his green eyes as they find Kaiden's, a shiver in his spine. His breath is cold, like the rest of his body. "No." Makism speaks softly, the word a breath on his lips. The Russian man might not even mean it.

[kaiden reece dewey]

Kaiden's face had turned to stone, concealing the thoughts that ran through his mind. He wasn't going to leave no matter what the boy said. He could disown him, but Kade would still stay and look after him. He ached to pull the other male into his arms. It was all he wanted to do since he had arrived. At least then, he would know Makism was safe in his arms. "You can say no, but you know I won't leave." Kade's voice was louder, but there was a soft touch to it.

"So please just talk to me. I missed you.." He inched closer to the Russian male, and his head tilted slightly to the side as he searched the boy's eyes for any hint that Kade could pull him into his arms.

[makism vandik tarasov]

Makism's ears ring with words he's read, plays he's never gotten to perform. The man is nearly sick with it, lips holding just the slightest blue tinge. They've been blue so much lately... he's been blue so much lately. The man quivers softly, unable to chase off the shivers any longer. His head is spinning... Kade is so close. He's let the man sweep him off his feet before... why not now? Why couldn't he do it now? It would be so easy tof all back into an old pattern he could pretend still existed. He could pretend so well... hell, wasn't that what he was doing with Quinn now? Pretending everything would be okay.

He's still sick with it. Makism finds himself so intoxicated with the way Kade moves... the air around his head. It's something he's always liked, it's what drew him in originally. Cool, confident, beautiful Kaiden. "There's nothing left to talk about, there's nothing left to miss. I'm not..." He trails off. Makism knows he isn't himself any more. He's changed so much.. he's changed too much. The Russian man's fingers shake as he pulls at a loose thread on his sleeve. "I don't know." And he didn't.

[kaiden reece dewey]

He sat down, letting the folders fall to the floor in front of him. "Nothing to talk about?" He sighed and began to play with his hands. Kaiden didn't like the feeling that was in the air. He was use to listening to Makism talk, and now, he wound't talk. He didn't even want Kade here. "What about Quinn? Isn't that why you came here?"

[makism vandik tarasov]

Makism's eyes are cold on Kaiden's face, studying him less than gently. "So many things have changed... you haven't." There's a sigh in his throat, cussing softly under his breath in Russian. The creature didn't want to come out and say anything... he didn't want to sit here like a caged dog. It's something that makes his head spin, makes him sick. The green eyed boy's gaze is as cold as his skin, as electric as the air around his head.

"Fuck Quinn... things change." The man's voice drops, cracks. His shoulders shake. Makism can't help but feel anything less than on the brink of sick, thanking god he hadn't eaten since yesterday at breakfast. This was not the right time to have your ex boyfriend holding your head out of the toilet.

[kaiden reece dewey]

What could have possibly changed? Besides the experiment Makism went through when he came here. Scratching at the back of his head, Kaiden decided to take some sort of action. He reached out, touching the boy's hand gently. "What changed? You can tell me. I'll listen.." But that was common knowledge. He was always prepared to listen to Makism. Anything that boy needed, Kade would try his hardest to get. Maybe it was stupid. He wasn't oblivious to the other boy's feeling, but that just didn't matter to Kaiden.

[makism vandik tarasov]

The funny thing about the cold is that it usually comes with a sort of bubbling, toiling, uncontrollable rage that bubbles up inside his gut. This wasn't a special case. The cold had begun to sink in and the anger was rising within the Russian man. His eyes positivley burned as the man reached out, a growl in his throat. Makism recoils quickly, a dog that had been kicked over and over and over again recoiling from the touch that, deep down inside, he craves.

At the mention of Quinn once more he's on his feet, eyes narrowed, taking a shaky step backwards. "I don't want to fucking talk about it!" Makism is screaming, bellowing at the top of his lungs. His voice cracks half way through, and with a cough he manages to regain control of the sound. It's with a show of foolish anger that he turns, smashing his fist into the wall slightly to the right of where he'd been sitting, missing Kade only by a little. Pain courses up his elbow, through his shoulder and his eyes squeeze shut, but the generally negative sensation feels good. It's the first real feeling he's had in days.