Lenore [Sho and Sigma Octantis]
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				Title: <strong>Lenore [Sho and Sigma Octantis]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>28-03-2010, 02:27:01</strong>
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				Elias kicked back a bit in his chair and swiveled. Things had changed a bit since he'd first come - he'd gotten a new desk, a nice steel-and-glass one, and the walls of his little accounting office had been painted a soft pearl grey. It was a pleasant color, with a nice bright desk lamp beaming down onto the spreadsheets. He'd finally managed to&nbsp; balance the Issa finances - something that, as far as others had said, was impossible - and now it was just a matter of keeping everything from getting screwed up again. All the papers were neatly piled in the closet, all filed away neatly in the cabinets lining his walls, giving his office a particularly prison-like feel, though Elias seemed perfectly happy with it. He kept nothing but his lamp and a few pens on his desk, and whatever he was working on. The lamp was incredibly sturdy - which it had to be, given how many times it had been swept off the desk in favor of his being bent over it when Miraj stopped in.<br><br>Smirking faintly, Elias stretched upwards and tried to push Miraj out of his mind. He never got anything done on the Issa finances when the other man was around - not that he was complaining. He stood up. It was going one nine in the evening - Miraj would probably be wondering where he was. He paused in the bathroom on his way out. Things had changed since he'd gotten here a while ago - his hair was shorter, though long enough to allow the other man to get a good handful, dark as it had always been. He was slim as always, with those cat-like green eyes, flecked through with that sharp golden tone that had made quite a few men weak in the knees.<br><br>He slipped into his black leather jacket, a gift for Christmas. He wore dark jeans that were nicer than what most men who worked for the Issa wore to work, and a simple white button down.<br><br>He lit a cigarette on his way back out of the building, heading into an alley to have a smoke before he headed back off to meet Miraj. He usually smoked back here to relax - sometimes he met Miraj&nbsp; here, sometimes he went inside to meet the other man.<br><br>A few Durand had been lurking around the Issa territory, but what he hadn't realized was that they were looking for him. A young woman slipped in, leaving a message for the head of the Issa - whether it reached Miraj or his father didn't matter much to her, so long as it got it's point across. It was a simple, creamy envelope, with a crimson D in the top left corner, left with one of the Issa men. The letter was simple.<br><br><em>To whomever receives this letter,<br>We've recently come to the realization that one of our own is in your territory. A young man going by the name of Elias Rousseau has apparently taken up employment in your establishment, which would be fine if we had allowed him to leave. As it stands, Mr. Rousseau slipped away in the dead of night and has left quiet a few issues unresolved back at his home. We'd like our young man returned to us, at the earliest convenience. </em><br><br>It was signed by one of the many higher-ups in the Durand, a middle-aged man by the name of Art Simpson, or Arty. He was known for being brutal, straight when it came to business, and had a sadistic streak about a mile wide. He was blind in one eye from an accident, built like a bear, nowhere near as beautiful as the Durand he worked with, but he was good at his job. He sent his girl to slip the letter into the hands of an Issa worker and head back to him when it was delivered, and she slipped back out without drawing undue attention to herself. Elias was blissfully unaware that his past was catching up to him. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lenore [Sho and Sigma Octantis]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Two Faced</strong> on <strong>28-03-2010, 03:46:50</strong>
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				The letter had never reached Miraj's hands, and so he hadn't the faintest idea why his father called him into his office. He was going to be late for meeting up with Eli, and even if being late wasn't a terribly rare occurrence, he didn't want to be late because of his <em>father</em>.<br><br>The disdain was palpable as he entered his father's office-- from both him and his father.<br><br>"Miraj," the man began, "have a seat. We need to talk about that accountant you spend so much time with. What is his name, Elias? Rousseau, I believe."<br><br>The younger Issa hardly did more then grunt and nod as he fell back into the seat closest to the door. Funny that they'd be talking about Elias when Miraj was just on his way to see him. That was probably unrelated, though, his father was likely just going to accuse him of slipping funds away from Issa. It was about time he did, Elias had certainly been around longer then most accountants that his father hired...<br><br>"I have received a letter from Durand," the man behind the desk began-- and at that instant Miraj knew this wasn't going to be a very good talk. The Durand only sent letters to Issa when they wanted something done, and generally Issa <em>had</em> to listen, unless they wanted to get cut off for a little while. (And that tended to make the men <em>very</em> unhappy.)<br><br>"And they requested that we hand Mister Rousseau over to them."<br><br>Miraj gave his father a rather incredulous look over this-- Durand wouldn't have any reason for wanting Eli. Sure, he was damn pretty and Durand-spawn anyway, but he still wasn't worth going through the trouble of locating him and more importantly, threatening Issa over.<br><br>"Very funny pops, haha," he uttered dryly, "didn't know ya had a sense a humor anymore."<br><br>His father was quick to snap back-- and he looked absolutely enraged that Miraj had even dared to write that off as a joke. His son would not mess up relations between Durand and Issa just because he wanted to fuck their accountant. "Miraj," the man uttered dryly, "I'm being very serious. You're going to bring him here into this office and we're going to have a talk. Go get him."<br><br>There wasn't much complaint from Miraj at this point, and when he pushed himself out of the chair and ran down the hall and stairs it was with no lack of worry-- he wanted to warn Elias, but a very big part of him wanted to know what was going on. He might have even felt just a <em>little</em> hurt that Eli hadn't told him anything along the lines of why Durand would want him so badly.<br><br>His father, meanwhile, simply sat back and smiled-- Nazih Issa was no fool, and he knew Miraj wouldn't bring the accountant to his office.<br><br>...But that was why he had ordered two of his other men to go get him. They were faceless (and nameless) muscle and little more, but if Miraj stumbled upon them he likely wouldn't have an easy time getting the accountant away from them.<br><br>And realistically, they should have been upon the man just about now.<br><br>[Nnng, this post did not want to happen. If you wanna NPC the muscle guys it's cool beans, or I can take them on. Just gimmie a nudge.]
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lenore [Sho and Sigma Octantis]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>28-03-2010, 06:46:37</strong>
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				Elias had just flicked his cigarette out, but he didn't have time to crush it under his boots. He was picked up too quickly, grabbed, two strong coming around him from both sides. He jumped and fought for just a moment before he realized that they were Issa's men. He was anxious - did Nazih Issa think that he was stealing money? - but he knew that he hadn't done anything wrong. Supported between the two men, not fighting but clearly not happy about the strong men tugging him up towards the office, he looked around desperately for Miraj. Why hadn't Miraj come down? Was he just late as usual or was there something else going on? If there had been something wrong - if he had done something wrong - Miraj would have come to get him, wouldn't he?<br><br>He missed a step on the stairs and he felt the arms yank him up painfully, and it started to hit him that he was in quite a bit of trouble. The men on either side of him wouldn't say anything, but he was dragged down the hall past his own office toward Nazih's own office.<br><br>His pale eyes widened as he saw Miraj sprinting down the hall at a break-neck pace towards him. <br><br>"Miraj, what's going on?"<br><br>The two men on either side of him jerked him forwards and he let out a soft sound, a tiny sound of pain, feeling his shoulders protest the rough movement. "Miraj, what're they doing? You&nbsp; know I haven't done anything..." <br><br>He looked at Miraj, eyes wide, silently begging him to explain what was going on. He was being dragged without much grace towards Nazih's office and before he was shoved in he managed to stand up a bit straighter. He only stumbled a step before straightening - Durand at it's best - and assuming his usually cool demeanor.<br><br>"Mr. Issa," he said softly, politely. His voice was cultured as usual, and there wasn't a hint of distress in his voice despite his near-begging to Miraj, "Is there something that I can help you with? I don't think that I've done anything quite drastic enough to need me to be dragged in here." <br><br>He was polite as always, as unimposing to the other man as he had been when he'd been hired. No funds had gone missing, in fact, Issa's profits had gone up notably. He knew that he'd been fair with salaries and he hadn't taken any bribes even though they'd been offered. He'd worked dutifully and done his job properly. He didn't think his relationship with Miraj could possibly be a problem so what could possibly be...<br><br>His eyes widened for just a second when he saw the letter on the other man's desk. <br><br>It was Durand stationary.<br><br>He did his best to keep his breathing steady. Maybe it was something else. Arty couldn't possibly have found him, he'd dropped everything and left. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lenore [Sho and Sigma Octantis]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Two Faced</strong> on <strong>28-03-2010, 07:08:53</strong>
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				Miraj knew he had to hurry, but he didn't know that his dad had already sent goons who were dragging Elias up the stairs <em>right now</em>. He didn't know what to do when he caught sight of the two men, and he knew those men, too-- sure, they weren't part of his inner circle, but he knew them, and when they didn't pause when they saw Miraj bolting towards them he knew he wouldn't be able to reason with them. His father had probably factored that into his orders too.<br><br>The Issa slowed into a jog and eventually stood still, not entirely sure what to do even as the men passed, and Elias' questions-- he didn't know how to answer them, he didn't know what was going on himself, really, and even if he did know he wouldn't be able to do much to help the accountant right now.<br><br>He ended up standing at the door to his father's office, and he would have gone in if it weren't for the two men who had decided to guard it after delivering Elias.<br><br>"Yes, yes," Nazih smiled at the other despite his protests, "I'm terribly sorry about that, but Miraj wasn't going to bring you here like I asked him to. I couldn't have you running around, not while there are things to be done." He glanced down at the paper before him before picking it up and clearing his throat rather pointedly. "Your name is Elias Rousseau, correct? I think that you have the right to know what this says." When he read the letter aloud, he made sure to include the signer's name.<br><br>"Now, I know you're intelligent enough to realize what kind of position I'm in here. If you were in my place, what would you have me do?"<br><br>It was rhetorical, at best-- Nazih Issa was a sadist at heart, and anyone who had ever worked for him or even come into close contact knew it.<br><br>Miraj, meanwhile, was still trying to push through the guards and was a few seconds away from throwing fists.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lenore [Sho and Sigma Octantis]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>28-03-2010, 07:31:08</strong>
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				Elias felt like the world was rocking out from under him with each word that passed Nazih's lips. He managed to hold himself together admirably but it looked as though all the blood had drained from his body and like he might faint right then and there. "If I were you," he said softly, "I'd hand me over to the Durand, but..." he looked up, then, knowing that begging wouldn't do him any good. He let his hands go behind his back to hide the fact that they were shaking as he felt his blood freezing within his veins. "I've worked well here. I've balanced your books - no other accountant before me has done that. I've never taken any money and you pay me less than any of the accountants before me." He was hoping beyond hope that a business-minded argument would work.<br><br>He couldn't go back to the Durand. Not to Art. Not Arty, who...no, he couldn't go back there. He took in a deep breath, "I've worked hours that none of the other men would have and I enjoy my job. I do it well, and I've helped the Issa turn a profit that they'd never turned before. If you get rid of me, you'll be hard-pressed to find someone who can do what I can do."<br><br>Please, his eyes begged, please don't turn me back over to the Durand.<br><br>He'd come to them dressed well and well-spoken but he'd never admitted to anyone but Miraj where he was from (though his looks spoke well for him). <br><br>"I gave up any ties I had to the Durand when I came here," he murmured softly. He'd do anything not to have to go back to the Durand. He looked up at the other man, his face white, trembling ever so slightly. He clearly wanted to bolt, to get away, to run and disappear like he had before. Soft black hair fell in front of his eyes as he glanced at the letter in the other man's hands, "They won't with-hold men or women for too long - they'd lose a huge profit from here. I can't mean that much to them," he said quietly. <br><br>He knew, though, that now that Art had found him he had very little chance of getting away without getting handed over to him. <br><br>He glanced back at the doors, as though silently seeking Miraj's help. He wanted his boyfriend in here with him. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lenore [Sho and Sigma Octantis]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Two Faced</strong> on <strong>28-03-2010, 07:53:16</strong>
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				Nazih smiled a little as Elias tried to reason with him-- though it wasn't as if he hadn't thought about these things as soon as the letter had arrived. Maybe he'd humor him for a bit, though.<br><br>"Yes, you have been an excellent accountant... haven't stolen from me, certainly, and I have paid you less... but you would have been far worse off if you had stolen from me, and a single paycheck doesn't amount to much with all that money. You've seen the books, after all, you should know this." He made a noise deep in his throat and fully grinned as he leaned back in his seat-- "And yes, you've worked longer hours and worked them well. You've even worked wonders with the profits, and while I <em>am</em> grateful for that, those hours won't be terribly necessary if they're following the pattern you've set up for them. You did do a wonderful job with that, after all."<br><br>Another grin flashed upon his face and he shook his head. "The thing is, Durand is rather weak right now, with their attention on Flynn. If I were to draw attention to myself, then they would realize that they aren't guarding themselves so carefully, you see?"<br><br>Miraj came bursting through the door right about when he finished that line-- his face was flushed red and he was sweating a little, and he had probably not looked quite as disheveled for some time. He looked furious, and the look he gave his father was one of utter disdain. The guards seemed to have disappeared by this time, and it was likely that Miraj had bribed them.<br><br>"Miraj!" His father shouted, sounding as if he was absolutely delighted to see his son, "how lovely of you to join us! I was just hoping that you'd accompany Mister Rousseau and his escorts over to Durand. You're not too busy, are you?"<br><br>Miraj's stomach turned at this, though his only real act of defiance was to grab onto Elias' shirt and tug him in close. "Sure, I can do that, pops."<br><br>[ Miraj and his father have such a cheesy chemistry going on. You know, that 'I'm totally being sarcastic and really hate you' thing is great fun. :B ]
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lenore [Sho and Sigma Octantis]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>28-03-2010, 18:39:51</strong>
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				Elias had hoped - just for a moment but that hope had been there - that he was going to be allowed to stay here. He ducked his head in a polite acknowledgment of Nazih's words, but he looked as though he might just pass out right there. He looked at Miraj, and where Miraj was flushed and red, Elias was white as snow and his skin was just about that cold. He stumbled and nearly fell over when the other man tugged him forwards, leaning slightly against Miraj's side. <br><br>"Hopefully I'll be back to my job soon," he said softly. <br><br>He looked up at Miraj and tried to swallow down his fear a bit, doing his best to gather what strength he could from the other man's body. He looked at Nazih and then down again. The light coming in the windows hit his face and lit it beautifully - he was clearly Durand, no two ways about it. <br><br>He'd bolt as soon as he got the chance, if he could get away from the guards. <br><br>He wondered if there was any way that he could get sympathy from Nazih. Get the other man to refuse to hand him over - but, no, he knew that that wasn't going to happen. He glanced back up at Miraj and then out the window, swallowing his fear as best he could. "I suppose we should go, then." He still had a switchblade in his pocket - he always carried it - and he'd run as fast as he could if he could get away from the guards. Damn it all, but he wasn't being sent back to Arty. <br><br>"Is there any way that I could set up a payment plan with the Durand?" Elias decided he had to ask, "Pay them back for what I owe them. Without having to go into Durand territory. I'd pay it out of my paychecks..." he looked up at Nazih, hoping beyond hope that he could convince him of that. Art hadn't written why he'd wanted Elias back, what he'd done to get the other man mad enough to hunt him down. <br><br>God, if he got sent back...<br><br>If he got sent back, he knew that once Art got his revenge, if he was still around he'd be sent to work like the rest of the Clandestine. He looked up at Miraj, knowing better than to grab his hand, but he wanted to have some physical comfort.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lenore [Sho and Sigma Octantis]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Two Faced</strong> on <strong>28-03-2010, 19:13:25</strong>
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				Miraj had taken to both shooting his father dirty looks and trying to comfort Elias (which all in all lead to a rather awkward experience with him embracing the other around the shoulder.) "It isn't like we could turn them down, right?" Miraj scoffed, "A few less whores running around here would be an outrage." Nazih didn't do much to react to his little outburst-- he didn't even look away from Elias.<br><br>"Terribly impatient, aren't you? I was going to give you a day to pack your things and say your goodbyes, but if you're so sure you want to go home now..." He clicked his tongue for a moment and sat back again, doing his best to look like he was thinking hard on the subject. "And why would you want to do that? You owe them a terrible amount of interest, I'm guessing. And I don't think that's the kind of payment Durand wants from you."<br><br>Miraj still looked like he was struggling with what to say and was beginning to look a lot like a fish out of water with the way he kept opening and closing his mouth. He seemed to gather himself before too long, though, and the first words out of his mouth were probably not the most clever of questions.<br><br>"You're kidding, right?"<br><br>"Not quite," Nazih mused, "but if he's around long enough to see Issa overtake the Durand, then I'll gladly welcome him back as an accountant. He's too smart to be a whore for too long."<br><br>Miraj hadn't known he could grind his teeth so hard that it hurt.<br><br>"You can't expect him to leave now."<br><br>"Actually, I hadn't planned on it, but there's no time like the present, right? I'll have some men fetch you two in half an hour. Until then..." Nazih flashed some a grin-- "Try to stay in the area. You don't want to spend the time together wandering when you could be doing something meaningful with it."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lenore [Sho and Sigma Octantis]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>28-03-2010, 19:23:23</strong>
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				He wanted to be mad at Nazih, to call him cruel, but he probably would have made the same decision. He knew that he had to face up to the Durand at some point, but the thought of doing it made him nauseous. He leant into Miraj's side to steady himself as best he could, eyes falling from Nazih's face to the window, a bit glassy. It was like he could see his freedom floating away from him right before his very eyes. He let his eyes drift down to the carpet and nodded slightly. Well, if he survived his experience with Art, maybe he'd be able to come back as an accountant. <br><br>His fingers clenched, though, when told that he was too smart to be a whore for too long. He felt fury rising up in him and he wanted to slaughter Nazih for talking about it so casually, like it was fine for him to be tossed onto some bed and spread his legs for anyone. He hated that he was being talked about like a piece of meat. <br><br>"C'mon, Miraj, let's go." <br><br>Elias' voice sounded like it was miles away to him, and he turned stiffly, half-dragging Miraj out of the study with him. He didn't cast a backwards glance at Nazih. He didn't say anything until he'd walked numbly down the hall and to the stairwell, where they were at least somewhat alone. Where Nazih couldn't overhear them.<br><br>He turned to Miraj, eyes blazing, hands shaking notably. "I won't go back," he said softly, "Miraj, I can't go back. I can't go back, and I can't be a whore. Do something. Help me, Miraj, please..." his voice tapered off into a hoarse whisper. He didn't know what to do. He didn't want to go back and face Arty. He knew exactly what sorts of things the man would do to him and he'd be damned if he was going to be sold off like some piece of meat. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lenore [Sho and Sigma Octantis]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Two Faced</strong> on <strong>28-03-2010, 19:50:06</strong>
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				Miraj tightened the embrace as best he could-- beyond that he didn't know what to do to help or comfort the other. He was nearly useless when it came to dealing with his father, and he should have been the one speaking up and fighting for Eli's sake. Talking really wouldn't get very far, though. His father liked to talk. Miraj was more of... more of an action person.<br><br>Still, he doubted that jumping over the table and punching his father in the face would get them very far.<br><br>Miraj followed the other with little complaint, and Nazih didn't bother saying a word.<br><br>As soon as they were out the door, though, Miraj began apologizing in a near-panic-- but when Elias continued to guide them to the stairwell he quieted down rather quickly. Yeah, that was probably a better idea, they could talk somewhere else, or maybe they could bolt and run off. Flynn would stay pretty neutral in the cause, since Durand had already been cutting business, and they were only a few miles from here...<br><br>'Help me, Miraj, please' was what seemed to tare him from his thoughts, and he gawked awkwardly at Elias for a second-- "You didn't think I'd really let pops ship you off like that, right?" The Issa shook his head-- "Don't be daft. C'mon, let's get out of here. Pops probably put guys out to watch to make sure we don't leave, but that's fine-- a couple of the men would take an order from me over his any day. We should... we should find one who will help."<br><br>If his father had put any on the job, that is. Maybe he had issued the order to everyone? Maybe he only put his more trusted guys on it, or-- Miraj didn't know, he guessed it depended on how important his father thought this was.<br><br>"You ever been to Flynn ground? I'm thinking it sounds like a pretty good place right about now."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lenore [Sho and Sigma Octantis]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>28-03-2010, 20:06:17</strong>
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				"I already ran here. What if they find me in Flynn territory? I can't..." Elias bit his bottom lip and stared hard at the wall. What the hell was he doing? This was the most foolish decision he'd ever made. He didn't know what to do - God, what could he do? He didn't want to run again. He wanted to keep seeing Miraj. He looked up at Miraj and gave a tiny smile bit it was obviously forced. Elias had never looked this rattled before. <br><br>He ran his hand down Miraj's chest briefly, marveling at the muscles, holding onto him as a sort of distraction. He looked up at Miraj, then pressed a slow, soft kiss to his lips. "I don't want to keep running but I don't know what to do. Art..." he shook his head, "Art was my mother's lover. She was his top whore, and then when I was born, I was supposed to be raised to follow her after she...well." He shook his head, "Art and I never got along."<br><br>There were multiple levels with the Durand. There were the hired whores - the cheaper, easier ones - and then there were the ones who were bred and trained and educated to be the perfect mistresses and pets. Elias' mother had been one of those, and he had been born with the intention of being one as well. Men, particularly beautiful men, sold well because they were rare. <br><br>Elias, though, had had different plans. <br><br>He'd fought with Art his whole life and while he'd had his own flings and trysts, and he'd heard gossip and tips about how to be good in bed, he refused to have Art coaching him in matters of seduction. After a few final blowups, he'd run, and ended up here. <br><br>"I don't want to get you in trouble with your father. You're supposed to take over...I don't want you to be sacrificing that because you're helping me out," he said softly. Elias let out a shaky little breath, "Art's gonna..." he took in a deep breath, "Art's been looking for me for a while. Maybe it'd be best for you if I just went and dealt with what I need to.&nbsp; You could come visit me," he said, voice forced into a false&nbsp; cheerfulness. He knew that if Miraj visited him if he went back, it would be as a cilent and not as his boyfriend. <br><br>He looked up at Miraj, pressing another slow kiss to his lips, savoring it, as though he wouldn't have it for a while. 
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				Post by: <strong>Two Faced</strong> on <strong>29-03-2010, 08:10:03</strong>
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				"So what if they find you there, right? Flynn isn't cooperating with them, there's no way they'd hand you over 'cause they wouldn't have anything to gain for it and nothing to lose by not doing it!" Miraj sounded desperate, and that probably was the best word for him right now. He wanted Elias to go over there more then anything, because it was close by and it seemed safe. Maybe it wasn't but it seemed safe and that was good enough for right now, because if he didn't go somewhere then Nazih was just going to send him off...<br><br>The Issa frowned into the kiss and whined quietly at the motion, because it felt a lot like 'shut up and calm down' to him. <em>Art</em>, who was Art? The Durand who wanted him? Yeah, okay, well Miraj could just track him down and beat his face in-- his mother's lover?<br><br>"He's not your pops or anything, right?" He nearly looked sick at the notion, because that run-and-hide-from-father notion struck an uncomfortably close chord. "I mean, I thought Durans were supposed to, I don't know, use birth control or something. I mean, my mom was a Durand too, you know? And pops always said she was stupid for getting pregnant, that they were supposed to be safe about it and..."<br><br>He fell quiet when Elias spoke up again, but there was no doubt that he wanted to speak up then and there by the look on his face. As soon as he was finished, though, the words couldn't have left Miraj's mouth any quicker.<br><br>"I'm always in trouble with pops, the asshole hates me and I hate him. He doesn't want me to take over but it doesn't mater because I'm gonna take it over anyway one day because the guys aren't gonna follow him forever and a few of them already take my word over his. I'm not risking a damn thing but I guess that Durand might be a little more hostile towards Issa, which is fine by me and all considering it'd just be another thorn in pop's side. C'mon, <em>c'mon</em>, Elias don't give me that look, don't talk like that, we'll get you out of here you'll be <em>fine</em>."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lenore [Sho and Sigma Octantis]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>29-03-2010, 15:36:02</strong>
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				"Art's...no, he's not my father he's...in Durand, we don't really have fathers. Or mothers, really. I mean, I know who my mother was but I didn't spend much time with her 'cause she was working. We're given to certain people to be 'trained' if you will...Art was the one I was given to. They oversee what you do, who you date, how you learn to walk and talk and...all of that stuff. To mold you into whatever they think that you'll be best at being."<br><br>He let out a shaky breath and fisted his fingers in the other man's shirt, holding on tightly, "I know that you're fighting with your father but you shouldn't stand up to him over me. When you...when you're strong enough to do it on your own and you have your own men then we can but...I guess, for now, I should go back. I mean, I could go to Flynn territory but I'd just end up running forever and they'd find me there. I..."<br><br>He looked up and then let out a shaky little breath.<br><br>"I blinded him. He tried to rape me and I blinded him before stabbing him. I thought he was dead so I ran, but then I found out he wasn't and I didn't know what to do so I ended up here 'cause I thought that it would be the safest place for me to hide." <br><br>He paused, then, stroking a shaking hand down his lover's chest, "But...I don't want to involve you in this, I don't want to get you in trouble. But if Art were dead...maybe I need to go back. Maybe I need to finish what I started. Get rid of Art. Then there won't be any problems with me being here..." he whispered, eyes lowering. The idea of killing someone was nauseating at best to him but it was a better sight to him than being drugged and locked up in some little room where he'd be broken and trained to be a whore.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lenore [Sho and Sigma Octantis]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Two Faced</strong> on <strong>01-04-2010, 01:06:25</strong>
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				Miraj nodded dumbly-- he didn't really understand the inner workings of the Durand, but if Eli knew, it was good enough. He let Elias hold onto his shirt but didn't embrace him (mostly because he was busy wringing his hands.) "Hey, listen, I've been fighting pops tooth and nail since I was a kid, and I've done a lot worse things then keeping someone Durand wanted from getting handed over. I can't... <em>stop</em> you, but I'm not gonna... not gonna <em>not</em> fight against pops for this."<br><br>He fell quiet to let the other continue, and had to clench his jaw down tight to keep from throwing a fit then and there. He couldn't want to go back to that, no matter what kind of problems it would cause between Miraj's father and him. Bullshit, he wanted to protest, wanted to shove Elias away in a quiet little corner of Flynn and keep him there until things smoothed over.<br><br>Miraj actually grabbed Elias' wrist then and kissed his hand before pushing it away-- "I won't let you go back, Elias. It's stupid of you to think that your plan would work out. There's too many risks, and what am I supposed to do if anything happens to you? You think it's okay to go off and handle these things on your own and leave me to worry? I mean... fine, you can go, but what am I supposed to do?"<br><br>[Ohmygod. This post took entirely too long. I think I rewrote it like, four times. :I ]
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Lenore [Sho and Sigma Octantis]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>05-04-2010, 02:20:41</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Elias gave a faint smile when he felt his wrist being tugged, kissed gently. He hadn't ever thought that Miraj cared about him that much - he knew that Miraj cared for him, yes, but...seeing his concern and how flustered he was getting warmed him from head to foot. He leant forwards, pressing a gentle kiss to Miraj's lips. "There's one other option," he said softly, hesitantly. "I mean, if I don't go back." He trailed his hand down his lover's chest, looking up, and his eyes were a bit darker, a sly look lingering on his finely-crafted features.<br><br>"It's only Art that's a problem. I have...I have a few friends in Durand who could help me after I went back. So long as Art was gone..." <br><br>He swallowed, then paused. "I can get my hands on some poison. Get rid of Art...then I could sneak you in and you could help me get rid of him. Say that Art never showed up where he was supposed to. He has a lot of enemies as it is, so...." <br><br>He looked up, then, swallowing.<br><br>He realized that he was asking his lover to help him get rid of a body. To take part in a murder. He knew that it was a bad idea to even voice it, but...but it would work, and then he could come back. When it came down to it, it would solve all of his problems. <br><br>Elias swallowed once more then looked up, pressing against his lover's chest. "I shouldn't ask, but...but we could always do that. I mean...I don't want to have to be away from you until Issa takes over Durand..." he shrugged slightly, looking up at the attractive man standing before him. He didn't know when it had happened, but at some point along the line he'd developed serious feelings for Miraj.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Lenore [Sho and Sigma Octantis]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Two Faced</strong> on <strong>22-04-2010, 00:44:04</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Miraj's face nearly went blank at the mention of the word 'poison.' Elias was going to <em>kill</em> this man? That wasn't-- it didn't seem like... Elias killing someone was a strange, foreign thought. He couldn't even duke it out with the guys, so how was he supposed to kill someone? Even with poison, that was-- Miraj didn't know, it was a stupid idea. He didn't want Elias to have to do that, but if it was his only option...<br><br>He hardly factored in that the other was asking him to get rid of a body. A body was, after all, already dead, and not a single cop in Lenore would dare get tangled in Issa or Durand issues. Theoretically, he could handle it without too much problem-- but that still meant that Elias would have to kill that man.<br><br>His stomach churned a bit at the thought (though it wasn't as if it had been calm this entire time,) and he shook his head. "No way. No way you're staying there that long. Do what you gotta do, just don't mess up. Don't get hurt."
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