Voice mail

May. 7th, 2030 02:14 am
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This is Aaron. Leave a message, or I'd not know how to find you. Um, to call you back.
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The e-mail was unprepossessing, that is to say, there was no fancy html or anything to it. Just a subject of Happy birthday, Dale! and the contents were a short bit of text wishing him all the very wonderful best, and a link.

Which was to megavideo.

Of Aaron.

Not that they didn't talk most days on the webcam. Aaron wanted to make sure, positively and absolutely, that Dale would have something he'd like to wake up to.

The message went...

Hey, babe.

First of all, very happy birthday! Because you deserve one.

I was thinking I'd be able to be able to wish that to you personally, but it seems that taking a few days out right before midterms is harder to make up for than I hoped it'd be.
He made a face at that, but shrugs. So, here I am.

I know you've probably heard them all, birthday wishes, I mean, but... well, it's special, you know? They day when you were born. Because the most amazing person that I know was born on it, and you deserve to celebrate it with all the bells and whistles. ... I may have made sure you have cake, at least, and I know you'll have people to share it.

Wish you all the good stuff. Health and luck and joy and... you know, I'll make sure about the fun times and love, because ... well, because I say so.
Faint smirk, but his eyes were soft and so, so in love. Just have a good one, okay? And may there be many, many more, and you betcha we'll share some more... well, more personal in the future.

Love you. Lots and for always.

He made a kissy face at the camera, and then he smiled, and the video pickup was over.

It wasn't quite the same as giving him a hug and a kiss, but it'd have to do - for now.
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It was Monday, and even when visiting - and having taken the day off - Aaron kept himself busy while Dale was in classes. It was only fair, since he was going to only be back late tomorrow, and Law School was no joke.

But then, neither was this. Them. )
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The second time was easier. It was still strange, and it still hurt, but a small part of the fear about the time away from each other was gone, and that helped. Part of the fear which was laid to rest with knowing just how amazing it was to feel Dale's arms around him again after weeks of drought, with seeing his boyfriend's face light up at the sight of him.

A few more hours, and he'd get to see that again. )


Nov. 23rd, 2010 04:35 pm
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Oh - thinkin' about all our younger years
There was only you and me
We were young and wild and free

Now nothin' can take you away from me
We bin down that road before
But that's over now
You keep me comin' back for more

Baby you're all that I want
When you're lyin' here in my arms
I'm findin' it hard to believe
We're in heaven
And love is all that I need
And I found it there in your heart
It isn't too hard to see
We're in heaven

Oh - once in your life you find someone
Who will turn your world around
Bring you up when you're feelin' down

Ya - nothin' could change what you mean to me
Oh there's lots that I could say
But just hold me now
Cause our love will light the way

N' baby you're all that I want
When you're lyin' here in my arms
I'm findin' it hard to believe
We're in heaven
And love is all that I need
And I found it there in your heart
It isn't too hard to see
We're in heaven

I've bin waitin' for so long
For something to arrive
For love to come along

Now our dreams are comin' true
Through the good times and the bad
Ya - I'll be standin' there by you

ooc: It'll take a looong time for Aaron to reach a point of listening to John Barrowman... but my shuffle is amazing like that, sometimes.


Nov. 19th, 2010 10:52 am
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You Are a Boston Creme Donut

You have a tough exterior. No one wants to mess with you.
But on the inside, you're a total pushover and completely soft.
You're a traditionalist, and you don't change easily.
You're likely to eat the same doughnut every morning, and you pout if it's sold out.

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They had very many ways to wake each other in the morning, but there was something warm about drifting back to consciousness to the feel of Dale's gentle fingers carding through his tangled curls which not even the worst of days could take away from Aaron.
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1) Go HERE to generate 10 random numbers between 1 and 100. Generate a different set of numbers for each character you pick. DO THIS FIRST.

2) Then I will answer the corresponding questions from HERE.

Make sure that the numbers are different!

Keep in mind that random or not, chances are that the combination between questions and asker will likely make us both o.O.
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ooc: Written in honor of Spirit Day. Dale is [profile] hockey_god and used with much love.

It wasn't that often that Aaron walked around Ipswich on his own right now, but it did happen. Then again, taking a bit of time to wind down after lunch with his parents was a wise move. Much as both he and Dale wanted to be stuck at the hip. Still. All the more as summer was progressing.

Shades, hands in his pockets, and enough attitude to make people give him a bit of a space, he was walking down the street without paying too much attention to where he was going or what was happening around him.

That was, until a scruffle of some sort reached his hearing and a familiar voice (in familiar, memory-evoking cadences) made his head whip to the right, catching sight of one of the old gravel play fields. And sure enough, three guys his age - actually, at least two of them he'd spent time with... drinking, up until about last year. And another, standing in front of them, fists at his side and a look that was half-glaring, half-cowering. (Way too familiar, that look. On the receiving side of it.)

A few more words Aaron didn't catch, and one of his former friends reached forward and pushed the other kid, hard, against the low fence of the playground.

"Hey, leave him alone, Carl." The words were out of his lips before he consciously decided to get involved.

It got the whole group to look up at him, startled, and, in the younger boy's case, with something like hope.

A look he'd grown to appreciate, these last couple of months.

"Well, well, well. Look who's here... where've you been hiding, Aaron? Heard you're back after school. Got things all-- where are you going?" The redhead's long arm reached for the kid, who'd decided he could get out of the whole situation while the group's attention was elsewhere. "Didn't say you could go anywhere, did I, fag?" He pushed the younger man hard against the concrete again.

Aaron's fingers clenched against Eric's wrist a moment later; he'd leaped over the fence and reached him way faster than any of the other two could have reacted. "I said. Leave. him. alone."

The green eyes widened incredulously. "And here I thought I was going to invite you on the fun, Aaron. I mean, this has always been your thing, hasn't it? Making sure they don't get too uppity, wrong and filthy as it--" Not both of Aaron's hands grabbed his shirt and pushed him back; Eric reacted without thinking, one arm flung to strike across the shorter man's face, hard enough to shove him against the edge of the small wall. "Come on, you wouldn't choose a pansy like that over your friends! Wake up, man."

"I am awake." The sharp stab of pain didn't even slow him; Aaron was back on his feet and glaring down Eric immediately. It had been a while since the last time he'd looked up at somebody that much taller than him who wasn't Dale, not from this close or with this kind of intensity, and that was entirely different. This... this was familiar, the adrenaline coursing through his veins, barely banked after the 'talk' with his father and in its way, so sweet. Tingling, ringing in his ears. "He's a kid. I said, leave him alone."

"What's the matter, Aaron?" There was genuine confusion in the redhead's voice.

"Yeah, what the hell's the matter." The bulkier other former crony stepped forward. "Seems to me like you're defending him, and that's impossible, right?"

"Wrong." Blue eyes turned to stare at the other boy, too. "You leave him alone."

"Or what?"

The delicate hand still had a lot of strength in it, and speed as well. It shot out and reached for Ed's ear, twisting it so hard that he got a cry in pain and the buzz-cut head was suddenly lower than his eye level as the body twisted and knees buckled to try to find a position of less pain. "Or you'll regret it."

"Let me go, man..."

After a moment, he did. Then he looked slowly, steadily back to Eric, his eyes very cold and hard. "Go."

"What's with the sudden change of heart, man?"

"It's permanent."

"Go to hell."

But they did leave. Quick enough to miss the infinitesimal flinch that those last three words caused. Aaron looked over his shoulder.

"You alright?"

"Y-eah. Th--" The kid (he couldn't have even finished high school, dammit) swallowed, and straightened up. "Thank you. I could have--" He was tall, probably taller than Eric, too.

"Taken them? Probably. But it would've only made things worse, right now."

"How'd you know?"

Wry. "I was one of them." The boy didn't exactly cringe, but the attitude was there. "Don't worry." Aaron shook himself, patting the dust from where the corner of the fence had dug into his clothes, not wincing but feeling the sore under the fabric. Oh well. "Is it true?"

Wary, sullen. "Yeah. Not that it's any of your business."

"No, it's not." Deep breath, and he looked the kid in the eyes, raising his eyebrows, sardonic but not nearly as sharp as he had been moments ago. "I'm already taken."


"Yeah." He shrugged. "Try to not get around too much alone? They're unlikely to single you out from a group unless you challenge them. Tell... those you know, too. Prevention is easier than dealing with the aftermath."


That almost made Aaron laugh. "Exactly." He leaped over the short wall again, and headed home.

Dale did ask after the bruise-scratch, that evening. He'd almost forgotten about it by then, relaxed and mellow in his boyfriend's arms. He answered, though downplaying it a bit, well, mostly his own involvement.

He'd have to do something about that kind of thing, it was just... wrong. Even if he'd done it himself, God, what had he been thinking?

The blond, his blond, caught the flickering expression on his face and placed both his hands on Aaron's cheeks, large and warm. "Hey, it's okay." Soft kiss. "Whatever it was, it's over now."

The slighter man smiled, and he tried to keep most of the sharpness out of it. "It will be." Leaned up to kiss the soft, welcoming lips, ease the worry from the blue eyes. "It'll get better, at any rate."

"Mmm-hmm... I'm thinking better..."

"I like the way you... think."
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A/N: Dale is [profile] hockey_god and used with permission and love. This is writing of doom, i.e. ~ 5600 words long, so be warned. And a bit nauseous, as the focus is seasickness. Set when Dale has finished grad school.

A leisure cruise had seemed like a good idea... )
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A/N: This is backdated to end of senior year at Spenser; Andrea is an original character, currently journalless. This prompt is disturbing at the very least on the body hatred front. Also, language, discussion of sexual problems, and implied homophobia.

Extras )
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A/N: Based on logs with Pogue - [profile] lieutenantwitch - and Dale - [profile] hockey_god. Much love.

The whole scene with Andy left Aaron more or less pole-axed.

He... )


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