Post by Shira on Jul 20, 2006 22:56:09 GMT -5
((I orginally created this for Riemman, after something she said sparked off a really cute side idea, and this is what came out of it. The only reason why I'm putting it here is because when Riemman posts her stuff, it's going to be dark and mature, and I didn't want her to feel lonely. And it's hinted towards slash.....and they are only seven...))
Josselin wrapped his arms around Joniak, burying his head into his back, eyes closed. Joniak threaded one hand through Josselin's, the other one resting on the horse they were on to stay balanced. Both of them were dressed in the usual gypsy outfit; loose tan/brown sleeveless shirts, same color khaki's, no shoes. Colorful outfits were more worn around the holidays, as they cost both time and money to create.
"That bad today, huh?"
"Shush...."
About four or five times a week, Josselin would get a blinding headache that couldn't be cured by a healer, or any of the pain herbs that Zaza had. Joniak would then sneak the two of them out of camp, so Josselin would get some peace and quiet (for there always was a kid yelling about something) for a couple of hours. When they came back, Josselin would be feeling better, and Joniak would be more relaxed.
Seeing auras always was a problem for Josselin. Most auras were blinding in their give-off, especially around children, which almost always had white in them. Since most of the camp was made out of kids, most of the time Josselin would be helping out Zaza, who knew how to turn down her aura, making it easier for him. Any other time, as he was a kid and wanted to play, he would have a pounding headache by the end of the day. He had started getting headaches around the age of five; he and Joniak started to sneak out not that long later.
Joniak led the horse away from the camp, towards a small clearing about twenty minutes away, ten with the horse. It was far enough to block out most of the noise that came from the camp, yet close enough for someone, in case of an emergency, could run and get them.
Reaching the clearing, he loosened the death grip, and slid off the saddle-less horse, turning it out to wander around. He coaxed Josselin down, and led them to the base of a huge tree. Josselin was several inches smaller than Joniak (and still is). Joniak sat, and Josselin sat down on his lap, head burrowing into Joniak's neck, shaking. Joniak, whose legs were out in front of him, bent his legs slightly, making Josselin snuggle in closer, hands clenching the other's shirt.
His hand came up and started to rub Josselin's neck and the back of his head, which was where one of the two pain spots were. The other one was behind his eyes; that was later. The shaking slowly, slowly, stopped as Joniak rubbed away the pain. The back of Josselin's head, down the shoulders, lower back. His other hand, the one that wasn't rubbing the sore spots, was agian threaded through Josselin's, an unspoken sign. If Joniak started to rub a spot that was too sore or knotted too hard, all Josselin would have to do was squeeze his hand and he'd lessen the pressure.
About an hour later, Joniak finally heard a sigh in relief, the worst of the headache gone.
"It just wasn't auras today, was it?"
Josselin shook his head, the deathgrip loosened.
"Tell me."
"Noo...."
Joniak rubbed the nape of his neck, making him shiver. "Please?"
Finally Josselin moved his head so he could talk directly into his ear. "Everyone was gone -- dead or taken. Only me an' Faye were still here, alive, and even then she was gone, like a spirit, faded away. It was so real..." He started to shake again.
Joniak moved sideways slightly, so he could kiss Josselin's forehead, squeezing him tightly. "I'm here."
"I know." He snuggled in closer, if that was possible, and relaxed.
Josselin wrapped his arms around Joniak, burying his head into his back, eyes closed. Joniak threaded one hand through Josselin's, the other one resting on the horse they were on to stay balanced. Both of them were dressed in the usual gypsy outfit; loose tan/brown sleeveless shirts, same color khaki's, no shoes. Colorful outfits were more worn around the holidays, as they cost both time and money to create.
"That bad today, huh?"
"Shush...."
About four or five times a week, Josselin would get a blinding headache that couldn't be cured by a healer, or any of the pain herbs that Zaza had. Joniak would then sneak the two of them out of camp, so Josselin would get some peace and quiet (for there always was a kid yelling about something) for a couple of hours. When they came back, Josselin would be feeling better, and Joniak would be more relaxed.
Seeing auras always was a problem for Josselin. Most auras were blinding in their give-off, especially around children, which almost always had white in them. Since most of the camp was made out of kids, most of the time Josselin would be helping out Zaza, who knew how to turn down her aura, making it easier for him. Any other time, as he was a kid and wanted to play, he would have a pounding headache by the end of the day. He had started getting headaches around the age of five; he and Joniak started to sneak out not that long later.
Joniak led the horse away from the camp, towards a small clearing about twenty minutes away, ten with the horse. It was far enough to block out most of the noise that came from the camp, yet close enough for someone, in case of an emergency, could run and get them.
Reaching the clearing, he loosened the death grip, and slid off the saddle-less horse, turning it out to wander around. He coaxed Josselin down, and led them to the base of a huge tree. Josselin was several inches smaller than Joniak (and still is). Joniak sat, and Josselin sat down on his lap, head burrowing into Joniak's neck, shaking. Joniak, whose legs were out in front of him, bent his legs slightly, making Josselin snuggle in closer, hands clenching the other's shirt.
His hand came up and started to rub Josselin's neck and the back of his head, which was where one of the two pain spots were. The other one was behind his eyes; that was later. The shaking slowly, slowly, stopped as Joniak rubbed away the pain. The back of Josselin's head, down the shoulders, lower back. His other hand, the one that wasn't rubbing the sore spots, was agian threaded through Josselin's, an unspoken sign. If Joniak started to rub a spot that was too sore or knotted too hard, all Josselin would have to do was squeeze his hand and he'd lessen the pressure.
About an hour later, Joniak finally heard a sigh in relief, the worst of the headache gone.
"It just wasn't auras today, was it?"
Josselin shook his head, the deathgrip loosened.
"Tell me."
"Noo...."
Joniak rubbed the nape of his neck, making him shiver. "Please?"
Finally Josselin moved his head so he could talk directly into his ear. "Everyone was gone -- dead or taken. Only me an' Faye were still here, alive, and even then she was gone, like a spirit, faded away. It was so real..." He started to shake again.
Joniak moved sideways slightly, so he could kiss Josselin's forehead, squeezing him tightly. "I'm here."
"I know." He snuggled in closer, if that was possible, and relaxed.
