A Weekend Vacation (Closed, Comments Are Welcomed)

[Bones]

The WB Boards are shit. The WB boards are the spawn of the devil. Yet we continuously insist on using them (HissandMoi)… Damn. Anyway, the summary thus far of the Stanton and Tristen outing in the Delano household:

Once inviting Stanton to his household in Ireland, Tristen patiently waited for Stanton’s arrival to his quaint home. Soon the ever so sexy Stanton arrived via floo powder and was greeted by Mrs. Delano and dearest Triscut. They set off to Tristen’s room and where among entering did Stanton fling himself into the other boy’s bed. Soon after to his discovery and astonishment, a rare artifact was found, Tristen’s baby blanket; a quilt with teddy bears, stars and moons and dancing childish things that his mother knitted for him when born. Stanton found it fashionable as Tristen reached to grab for it. There was also a perverted comment of Tristen finally getting Stanton into his bed, the rest is history.


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1:28 PM

“You could use it as a cape.” He insisted, tying the tattered quilt like so around his neck, angular profile jutting up as hands on the hips were placed, posing. “Captain Prefect, to the rescue.” Dramatically Stanton shouted, looking frantically around to find a damsel in distress but only seeing Tristen looked flushed and embarrass as he finally took away the blanket from his friend’s clutches.

Sitting there pouting, he remarked quietly, “You shouldn’t be ashamed of your baby blanket.” Idly he waved a hand in the air. If only Tristen knew… For in the depths of Stanton’s own bag, behind the clothes that were irrationally shoved in, under a camera that his Uncle had lent him a couple of weeks ago, laid none other than Fluffy; a hideously torn plush doll of a ruffled lion, mane all twisted and gnarly. It was his comfort item, something to cling to in the mind of the night when one woke up from nightmares about the headmaster dancing around in a tutu, about Mara coming after him with a knife… All too horrifying for one to simply imagine and Fluffy was there to make him think clearly, to shelter the poor disturbed boy from his vivid dreamland. His face flushing lightly against tan skin, slowly he shook his head back and forth, clicking his tongue.

Face only turned a more exquisite shade as his friend remarked something along the lines of Stanton in his bed and something about other girls. “Wasn’t too difficult either to do that, now was it?” An eyebrow was lifted up in question, devious corners of his mouth slipping into a comfortable grin.

[Hiss]

1:34 PM

"I'm not ashamed." Tristen snapped as he finally grabbed ahold of the quilt. He sharply took it back and placed it on his lap in a mess. It was folded nicely too and Stanton had to ruin it. Tristen skimmed thruogh the quilt quickly between the folds for any thread out of line. He could not imagine what his mother would say if she found his quilt in ruins and for all Tristen knew, everything Stanton got his hands on could go to ruin. The proud Prefect prat in him was positively sure of this.

Tristen finally looked up from his quilt to see Stanton take on a slightly different expression. What was it? Was there dust in the air? He knew his attic was quite dusty. It collected it rather easily and in the summer, the dust tended to stick everywhere much to Tristen's annoyance. He was about to wave a hand in front of his odd friend's face when Stanton showed a sign of life. There was the old Stanton back.

Tristen sat back comfourtably into the chair he pulled up and raised an eyebrow in Stanton's direction. It took him a minute before he realized what the hell Stanton was talking about. "Oh!" He gave a nervous smile and ruffled his hair a bit. "Yer too easy Stanton, have ta work on that."

[Bones]

1:35

“I do not have to work on that.” He huffed out mildly, folding arms over his chest to prove the fact that he took offense to that comment… Kind of, it was remotely true anyway. And even if he did have to work on that, it wasn’t something Tristen could help him with, so enough of silly comments and bringing down Stanton’s ego. The ego needed feeding and to be cared for constantly, otherwise he was a moping bag of lard that you couldn’t be motivated even if you prodded him with a stick, even a big stick wouldn’t do.

Anyway… “I like your house.” Glancing around he nodded sincerely, the atmosphere of warmth all around alluring him in, Tristen’s bed making him drowsy. “A lot more… How would you say… Homelier that mine.” His own house was did have a nice charm, but it was only the three of him living there and the ocean from the front porch view looked so malevolent at night sometimes. It always seemed to look so new too, despite the fact that they had bought it in the last year, but it still retained the newness for Stanton was away at Hogwarts and his Uncle and wife were always out working…

[Hiss]

1:39 PM (well - by the end of this post. that's how i'm going about it)

The subject changed quickly from normal acts of the male mind to compliments. Tristen looked around. He never thought of his family has postcard-worthy. It was just a house that was dusty in the summer and freezing in the winter. There was practically frost everywhere during the wintertime. You could not move an inch without slipping on some sort of liquid. However its faults, it was a rather cozy home. Tristen knew none before this one and neither did Bidelia, whom was the oldest of the Delano siblings since the sixties. "Belonged to ma Da and his family. Very old." Tristen stated, a bit more proud than he meant it.

Forgetting that he was playing host for a second, Tristen shot up, wondering how long they were sitting in his room. His mother should have been done with lunch by then. "Hey, still hungry?" Tristen, the good Host, asked Stanton, arms folded behind his back.

[Bones]

1:42

“When am I never hungry? I could eat a whole cow if I really wanted to…” His sentence drew on as the thoughts of actually attempting that sunk into his dim witted mind. “You know, maybe I could win a prize if I did that, a little bit of money.” It would certainly be worth a shot. Hell, might even get to be on a national newspaper, hit records and have his pictures all framed and him being drowned in phone calls and interviews. Blissfully he sighed, lost off in la-la-land. “Starved.” Stanton added finally, making hast over to the doorway, blankets and pillows and all sorts dropped on the bed and some on the ground. A walking disaster.

Now where was the knob? “You pull this thing right here, right?”

[Hiss]

"You do realize how incredibly stupid you sound now, right?" He frowned as Stanton shot out of his bed and left it in a good mess. He let out an exasperated sigh as if he were dealing with a little child and walked over to his bed. Tristen threw off the pillows and carefully placed the sheets and quilt neatly onto the bed, smoothing everything out. Stanton was by his attic door, asking a question about how to work the thing. Tristen decided to ignore him for the moment, retrieving his pillows from the floor and throwing them carelessly onto his bed.

Folding his arms across his chest, he made the decision to finally let his attention onto Stanton and walked across his cluttered floor to the attic door. "Quite simple really. Just undo the latch and push it." He raised an eyebrow in Stanton's direction clearly thinking that this was the most obvious thing in the world before remembering that Stanton had probably never seen a room like this one. "I'll show you then." He did. He knelt down and undid the bronze latch that held panel of wood that was placed snugly over the exit. He pushed the panel aside and the stairs unfolded before them. The stairs reached the hard wood floor with a big THUD.

"And now you know why I can't sneak out at night." Tristen said casually, descending the stairs.

[Bones]

“Well… You’re stupid too.” Bending over to reach at the latch, which Tristen just undid anyway, Stanton pathetically replied never very well at come backs. “I could have done that.” It was quite possible that he could, but now he would never know because Tristen just had to come by and run his moment to shine. Thank heavens for prefects and there more than dysfunctional friends.

Coughing as some dust puffed into the air, he nodded in sympathy along with Tristen, “Poor thing… Can’t run off to any girl’s dormitories…” Based off of a joke of theirs from a while ago in the common room with a disgruntled Noel sitting down shaking her head back and forth as Stanton and Tristen just acted like normal teenage boys. Stanton need to actually get into the girl’s dormitories never did cease. Damn raging hormones.

He climbed down, waiting anxiously for Tristen, not positively sure which way to take back to the kitchen.

[Hiss]

"Right, my ego is broken now." Tristen responded with severe sarcasm and an eyeroll to add some after-effect. He sniffed as dust got everywhere again, showing more clearly in the light coming from the windows. He wondered why his mother had not been up to cleaning a lot this year, but he supposed there were many things to contribute to that. For one thing, there was Delma. Everytime Delma stated that she was coming home from whatever-country-she-was-in, his mother made an effort to have everyone clean the house, so that it sparkled once finished. Delma was severely allergic to dust after all, but with no more Delma, Tristen saw that the house was becoming more and more dusty as the years went by, much like his mother. A frown formed on Tristen's lips, ready for a sigh to break out in memory of his deceased sister. If only she stayed in Ireland and in her own climate...

He did not catch Stanton's joke at first and feeling quite foolish for not listening, Tristen had a default reply ready. "Uh, right." He stated, as he reached the bottom of the stairs (which did not take that long at all, since the ceiling was very low). As everyone reached the bottom, Tristen knelt down, took the bottom steps and carefully folded them up and fitted it snugly into its little square 'hole' in the ceiling. "I can't wait 'till I come of age." Tristen mused aloud, letting his arms fall down to his sides. "Then I can just magick it closed."

Clapping his hands to signal "let's get our legs moving", Tristen went ahead to walk down the hall way and to the top of the stairs and down, not really caring if Stanton chose to follow or not. Tristen was hungry and his mother's cooking was better than everything else when he was hungry.

[Bones]

Tristen was lost in a moment, which Stanton didn’t seem to notice for his stomach was growling and grunting and making other vile noises that stomachs tend to do with in hunger. “I can’t wait either…” Sighing, he nodded in slow agreement. He quickly added, “Can’t wait to live on my own, too.” It was true. For Stanton did desperately want his independence as most teenagers did, his Uncle’s occasion nagging was getting too much lately, especially with the ‘wife’ around. He shrugged involuntarily.

“I am moving you twit.” It wasn’t a race and to shudder properly you must pause and put a little effort into it.

The aroma of the kitchen filled his senses. For Helga’s sake, how he missed the art of finer cooking, or that of snacks. “I think your mother is a Goddess.” Stanton seated himself down at the Delano dinner table, salivating everywhere for a home cooked meal. You would have thought he was a starving young lad that ate nothing but dish rags and cardboard. Tsk.