Dragon Lore[Repost]

-Seraphim Jacobs had to be one of the oddest teens that the small town of Black Falls had ever produced. Obsessed with stories and legends.... Dragons, Demons, Angels.. Anything out of the ordinary. It could be said, without the slightest hesitation, that the boy lived for fantasy.... And was proud of it. Long, finely boned fingers tap out a restless rhythm on the artificial wood surface of his work desk... Eyes such a deep shade of brown that they appear black at first glance narrow in concentration as he stares down at the essay before him. His entire eleventh grade literature class had been instructed to write a five page essay on a topic that they deemed their favorite while they were on their Winter break. Almost every mouth in that class had opened to let out a groan of dissatisfaction at their teacher’s vacation homework.. But Seraphim had been secretly elated.. Though, his face and body language had remained as impassive and blank as they always were. Dark auburn lashes flutter faintly as the teen yawns... Lifting both slender arms above his head to rotate them in a feline-like stretch.. Back arching away from the straight back of his desk chair briefly. His yawns once more and tilts his head to the side... Dark hues sliding over to his bedside.. Searching out the neon red display of his alarm clock.- ‘Eight-Thirty already..?’ -he thinks…- ‘How time positively flies when one has writers’ block....’ -He turns his gaze back to his paper.. A single sheet half covered with his writings, a lonesome piece that was supposed to have four companions by the end of Winter break... Meaning that Seraphim had less than four days to either finish his little quest into Dragon lore.. Or find another subject quickly.-

-Slender legs shift restlessly under his desk... The limbs having been folded for far too long in the same positions. He groans softly as he stands, spine seeming to pop repeatedly in protest as he does so. His head turns to allow his eyes to slowly scan his room.... His safe haven, one could say. Posters ranging from Dragons and Fairies to The Crow and various bands cover his walls from floor to ceiling. He lifts a hand to brush back the straying locks of his collarbone length bangs.. The rest of his dark auburn hair cropped short. The hair frames his face nicely.. Accenting his soft, almost delicate features. Almond shaped eyes, pert nose, bow shaped lips.. The lower lip fuller then the upper... Hell, even his jaw line was softly defined under his high cheekbones. Seraphim had often despaired over his looks... These very attributes having been the cause of most of his bullying at school.. Earning him names like: Fairy boy, FemFem, Pretty Boy.. And those were just a couple of the tamer ones... Most of the names he heard, he didn’t even want to think about. He strides forward on sock covered feet.. Side stepping a few times to avoid stomping on any of his belongings. He opens the door to his small connecting bathroom as he reaches the other side of his room... The nicely sized shower looking far too tempting for him to resist. His fingers slide down to firmly grip the hem of his black t-shirt... Arms crossed in front of his chest as he does so. He pulls his shirt up and over his head.. Tossing it into the hamper located next to the door. He turns towards the mirror located above his sink.. The thing tall enough to show him from the waist to the top of his head.. With more than a foot of empty mirror above that. He slowly gives his torso a once over..... His skin pale. He was lean... Skinny, his mother often proclaimed.. Far too skinny. Seraphim always waved her comments off.. There wasn’t much he could do.. He had a slender physique. His lips draw back into a faint smirk.. Then his entire body shivers.. All five foot five of him as he realizes how cold the room really was. He moves over to the shower stall, turning the water on and beginning to adjust the temperature until it was just perfect. He sighs with a small measure of weariness as he straightens… Having been up for the last day or two. Slender fingers move to his waistband... Undoing his belt buckle and sliding his studded belt from its loops around his waist. After tossing the belt to the floor.. He stretches.. Loose bondage pants sagging low on his lean hips as he does so. He quickly pulls them down to pool at his feet in a puddle of dark fabric.... Black boxers illustrated with tiny Eastern dragons following swiftly behind, He steps out of the boxers and pants.. Toeing his socks off and stepping into the shower. The sliding glass door makes a very faint ‘clunk’ as he pulls it closed. A soft sound of contentment slides from his mouth as the weariness slips from his body… Tense muscles relaxing as he leans against the shower stall’s side.-

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-After what could be no more than thirty minutes, he exits the shower after turning it off.... Skin gleaming with stubborn, clingy droplets of water.. Hair plastered to his smooth face. He pads out of his bathroom... Feet slapping gently on the tiled floor only to go silent as they meet the carpet of his room. He reaches his dresser and pulls out another plain t-shirt, light blue in color. He slips it on.. Pulling out a pair of red boxers... Slipping them on as well. He stretches.. Fingers locking together high above his head as he moves over to his bed... Eastern dragon comforter dominating the piece of furniture. He slides under it and murmurs faintly before turning off his bedside lamp... Turning to his side. His eyes flutter closed ever so slowly and his lips part to emit the faintest of breaths.. The sounds deepening slightly as sleep overtakes him.-

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( * )-Darkness... All around... The silence is so complete that it feels as if he is in a void. No life... No light.. No sound.. Just that.. Suffocating stillness. He walks forward.. Steps echoing as if they were produced by the feet of a giant. A faint flickering of light ahead makes itself known... A beacon in the darkness. He can feel his feet move towards it without his consent in the matter.... But he allows it.. Wishing to get closer to the only flicker of warmth he had seen so far in this all encompassing pitch blackness. The flickering becomes more rapid, insistent.. Almost as if it can feel him nearing it. Less than a few feet away now, the light nearly so brilliant that he has to lift his hand to shield his eyes. After a moment.. He removes his hand.. Pupils shrinking to take in less light as he gazes into the warm, golden rays moving up from that single spot below. He bends.. Slender fingers entering that pale light... A warmth seeping through his entire body as he does so. His hand continues downward.. Coming into contact with something.. Something that chills him to his very core.-

-As soon as the object makes contact with the youth’s skin... Two things occur instantly: The darkness around him seems to gain a whole new level of hush.. As if the very particles in the air stop moving in fear of what was to happen. And his eyes, those wonderfully dark hues, change. The boundaries around his irises seem to shatter.. The dark outlines giving way to the color of his eyes like a dam would burst from having to hold back too much water for far too long. The dark color seeps out into the whites of his eyes.... Taking over until there was nothing but the darkest of obsidian to be seen.. Limpid pools of endless depths tinted with faint streaks of deep blue. -

“The prophecy is coming into bloom at long last... The child born from ancient blood has awakened....”

-The voice is rich and sultry, androgynous in its beauty... Enveloping all of his senses. The voice is so powerful.. That he can not only hear it... But it is as if he can feel each word sliding over his skin.... Like the softest of silk, leaving a warm trail in its wake. Almost like... He can -taste- the words.... The flavor so rich and delightful it should be a sin to have experienced it. The smell that drifts into his nose is so wonderful.. Like a mixture of all the delicious aromas he had smelled his entire life... Rolled into one staggering combination. Those blackened hues slide open with a faint flutter.. As if he were coming out of a heady trance. The sight he beholds is near awe-inspiring to his eyes... The hues narrowing a bit as he continues to stare. The world around him was no longer pitch black... But swirling with the most beautiful array of colors that the boy had ever seen... Twisting.. Meshing before him and all around him... Changing so much that he had difficulty keeping up. The world of silence and nothingness suddenly bursting into a cacophony of sound and a storm of color... Overwhelming in its intensity. He feels himself running forward.. Eyes shielded.. He trips on.. Something.. Falling.. Falling.. Falling.…-( * )

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-Seraphim jolts upright.. Hands frantically sliding over his face and chest. He looks down his shirt front.. Looking for any marks... A small sigh falling from his lips when he finds none. He flings his blanket to the foot of his bed.. Standing and walking over to his bathroom.. The light flickering faintly as he clicks it on quickly. He widens his eyes... Lips parting in shock as he stares at his eyes in the mirror.. They.. Seemed to be as they normally were. He grimaces…- ‘Of course they are, you nimrod.... It was just a dream...!’ -He snorts at himself. He had been a fool to have panicked over a dream.. Sure.. It had been.. Vivid to say the least.. But nothing worth having a little freak out over. He walks back into his room, moving to close the curtains against the bright sunshine of the early Sunday morning. He flops back onto his bed with a soft groan... Hands grabbing at a pillow to pull over his face... Chest moving up and down in an even rhythm. He growls lightly as his phone starts ringing.... Unrelentingly.. Over and over. He finally rolls over after around the seventh ring.. Picking it up and growling out a terse, ‘Hello...’-

‘Phim! What’s going on with you this lovely, lovely Sunday morning...?’ -His best friend Gidge’s voice pounds into his ear.. His tone teasingly chipper.-

‘Gidge... Man, why you calling me so early...?’ -Seraphim couldn’t help but smile.. This was his friend of nearly seven years after all.-

“Aww.. You wound me, bro! Here I am... Calling you at the crack of dawn to give you a very sweet bed greeting.. And what do you do..? Scoff at my kindness.…?” -Seraphim could almost perfectly picture his friend pressing a strong, multi-color nailed hand over his heart and making his lower lip quiver dramatically. Seraphim laughs softly and shakes his head....-

“Gidge.... Quit being such a drama king and get to the point of this..... Early morning greeting...” -He can hear his friend’s fake huff.. Waiting for his moment of drama to pass. He laughs inwardly as his friend finally pulls himself out of the obvious pit of despair Seraphim’s words had thrown him into.-

“Weeellll... I was wondering if we could hang today, Phim..... This whole... Break is such a drag. Nothing to do but try and keep my mom off of my back....” -Seraphim understood this.... Gidge’s mom was a Grade-A psycho... Always on him about everything, even when he was doing well. Seraphim had only really stayed at his friend’s house a few times, no more than five or six, since he had met his friend in elementary school. Those times had been filled with Gidge trying to avoid the woman... Trying to keep Seraphim out of sight since she didn’t really like guests. Seraphim nods lightly.. He couldn’t deny helping his friend get some time away from her... This break was probably torture.... Having to spend every moment with her.-

“Ah... I see... Well... Would you like to come over here.. Or shall we go to one of our usual hangouts...?” -Seraphim waits for his friend’s answer... Lips pursing in thought as he drifts back to his dream of the previous night. What had that voice meant by..- ‘The child born from ancient blood has awakened...’ ? -That was the most confusing part.…- ‘Awakened...?’ -Then he thinks... -‘But that part.. When I touched that light.... I felt as if all my blood had gone frozen instantly....’- Gidge’s voice breaks into his musings.. His friend’s tone almost eager.. Like a death row convict who was about to get a last minute pardon.-

“Great...! Thanks, Phim... Errmm.. I suppose I could head down to your place.. And we can go to swinger’s tilt..?” -This was one of their oldest hangouts.. An old tree with a tire swing hanging from it.. Located a bit into the woods from their old middle school. Why they called it Swinger’s tilt.. Even they couldn’t remember.-

“No prob, Gidge... Meet me here in around twenty minutes..... I’ll get dressed....”

-At his friend’s agreeing murmur... Seraphim hung up the phone.. Standing to get dressed. He moves over to his dresser... Pulling out a pair of bondage pants.. Nearly identical to the ones he had worn the night before.. But these had far more zippers and chains.... Making a soft clinkling noise as he sets them on his bed. He strides into his bathroom... Quickly stripping himself of his night clothes and jumping into the shower stall for a quickie.. Washing and stepping out still dripping. He hops on nimble feet around his carpet... Barely missing a sheath to one of his katanas while he does so. He really needed to clean this room... One of these days. A chuckle slips past his lips at the thought and he slips on a pair of boxers.. The faces of Jack and Sally illustrated across his bum. Those pants that he had taken out are quickly pulled on and a different belt than the one he had been wearing the night before.. This one made of fabric and checkered red and black... Is pulled through the loops at his waistband and secured. He blinks as the doorbell rings... Quickly grabbing a shirt and a pair of socks.. Sprinting out of his room and down the stairs to the first floor of his house. His mom was already at work.. And his dad was overseas.. So the teen had the house completely to himself whenever his mom went to work. He reaches the front door.. Opening the door.. Shirt and socks clutched in one arm as he smiles widely up at the face of his much taller best friend. He shakes his head a bit.. Trying to get his bangs out of his eyes.-

“C’mon in, Gidge!” He moves back and makes room for his friend to enter.... Closing the door behind him.-

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(~~~)-The lanky teen of six foot three gazed down at the face of his much smaller best friend... Emerald green eyes quickly sliding up and down the other’s half naked form. He had swallowed ever so gently at the sight of his half-naked.. Pixie-ish friend.. Trying his hardest not to stare like he had wanted to. He nodded....-

“Hey, Phim... Long time no see.. Its been.. What...?... Three days since we have hung out...?” -He laughs softly and follows his friend in.. Trailing after the smaller teen as he heads into the living room off to the right of the door. Those emerald eyes found themselves straying to the smooth, pale skin of the other’s bare back....Sliding down to land squarely on his cute little rump. He starts at the thought and pulls his eyes away hastily..- ‘What the hell are you thinking, man..? This is your best friend we are talking about.. The boy that gave you somewhere to stay when your mother kicked you out in one of her inexplicable rages. The boy that helped you on your homework when you found it too hard to do.... Who defended you like a tiny knight in shining armor when you needed help the most...’ -He draws in a deep breath and plasters a grin onto his lips... Both the bottom and upper lips full and slightly peach toned.-

“So... What are you doing answering the door all half-naked with your skinny ass..? For all you know.. I could have been some holier-than-thou church goer who would have been simply scandalized by your state of undress....” -His tone is teasing.. Nicely masking the slight nervous tremor in his naturally smooth voice.-

“Ha! That would have been great....” -He bends and lifts a foot up to slip on a sock.. Twisting and adjusting it until it was on right. He does the same with the other leg... Arm muscles sliding under his skin fluidly. He stands and looks up at the other boy.... Dark eyes narrowing as he grins.- “I would just do something that would make them love me.. Like donate to their lovely organization.....” -He lets another chuckle slip past those wonderfully shaped lips again... Gidge’s gaze drawn to them as he does so. He slips his t-shirt on and heads for the closet by the front door.. Pulling out his combat boots and slipping them on, tying them tightly. He straightens and smoothes his shirt against his chest and front.. Hair still wet.- “There.. Lets go, eh..?”

-Gidge can feel himself nodding a bit numbly.. Having watched the entire show. He was sure his friend wasn’t aware of what he was doing to Gidge’s body.. But... He sighs softly and shakes his head. He needed to calm such thoughts. He grins once more.... Caramel hued skin gleaming as he moves forward. He lifts a hand up and runs it through bone straight, mid-back length ebony locks... Laughing deeply. Gidge had always been teased because of his odd heritage... Cherokee and Irish... Making him very exotic looking in the eyes of all around him. In a small town such as Black Falls... It wasn’t a good thing to look or act different... So he had been tormented almost from the moment he had moved to this town at the age of eleven... Friendless and lonely.. Until Phim had befriended him. He could remember it like it was yesterday... Not nearly seven years ago.....- (~~~)

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(~~~)( * )“Get up! You stupid mixed blooded freak...!” -Gidge had been curled in a small ball.. His body sustaining many blows from both the feet and arms of his three attackers. A small whimper had fallen from his mouth.. Though he had tried his hardest to keep it in the back of his throat.-

“Aww.....! Did you hear that? The bastard is about to cry..!” -All three break out into gales of laughter... Their high, pre-pubescent voices resembling the hyenas that the children of Gidge’s class had studied in Bio the day before. He had just curled into a smaller ball.. Waiting for the blows to rain down on him once more.. But was wholly surprised when a fourth voice had made itself known... A pixie-like voice.-

“Hey! Who the hell do you three think you are...? Stop that!”

-His emerald eyes had slid open to land on the form of a scrawny looking little boy who seemed as if he should be in second grade… Not middle school. The boy stood there boldly.... His face blank and his posture unyielding. The three boys had at first looked at him in shock.. Then began laughing again.-

”Look at this! The resident fairy is sticking up for the half mick bastard! What a sight...!” -Those words hurt.. Though the green eyed boy tried not to let it show. Those boys... Probably heard their parents talking about the Irish woman who had just moved into town with her fatherless son... A boy with striking eyes and a proud demeanor. Gidge had heard some of the townspeople talking about his mother and himself... Calling her a ‘Whore-ish mick’ .... Spreading her legs for a heathen Native. It had hurt when he had overheard that.. Those old men having begun laughing heartily at their little conversation, not realizing the boy of that woman was just around the corner listening. The small boy with the dark gaze holds his place and glares daggers at the three...-

“Answer me! Why do you think you can hurt him..? Because he is different..? Huh!?” -The dark eyed boy had parted his lips in a slight gasp as one of the larger of the three had lunged at him. He had managed to dodge and trip the boy.. Sending a sharp mule kick against the boy’s left side. The boy cried out sharply and scurried to his feet.. Calling his friends to his sides. The boy turned and ran.. His friends in tow... Yelling,- “We’ll get you.. You fucking fairy.. And your boyfriend, too!” -He sounded so much like the Wicked Witch of the West that the dark eyed boy couldn’t help but let a small chuckle fall from his lips. He blinked and turned around.. Taking in the shocked looking boy’s expression. He had moved over and offered a hand to the fallen boy... Helping him up as his offered hand was taken. The tiny boy had blinked and looked up at the much taller boy, sticking a hand out for the other to shake.-

“Hey! My name is Seraphim.. But you can call me ‘Phim...’!” -His face had been so open and genuine that Gidge couldn’t help letting a grin part his mouth.. Shaking the boy’s hand.-

“Thank you.. For helping me... Phim.. I am Gidge....”

-And that had been the beginning of a friendship that Gidge knew he wouldn’t be able to survive without.-(~~~) ( * )

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(~~~)“Hey! Captain Spaceout! We gonna go or what?” -Gidge blinks as he realizes he had zoned out. He nods and follows after his friend. They move out of the front door... Phim locking it behind him before they begin heading down the street. No more than twenty minutes pass and they slide through the hole in the wire fence behind their old middle school.... Trudging down a well worn path for another five minutes or so before they reach an old tree on a fifteen foot cliff overlooking a small stream. Phim bounces over to the tree and grins... Sitting in the old tire that hung from one of the thick branches of the towering oak. He leans back, gripping the rim of the tire and drawls in a thick Southern accent..-

“Why I do declare... Why don’t ya’ll just come ova’ here and push me...?” -He flutters his lashes and leans back some more.. Chuckling throatily. Gidge can feel his breath hitch in his chest at the other’s husky tone... Sending a shaft of warmth through him. He ignores it and laughs softly.. Moving over to push his friend. He continues to do so.. His small friend’s laughter making him feel happier than he had in ages.-(~~~)

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-Seraphim laughs... Enjoying his friend’s strong hand on his back every time he was pushed forward. He always felt so safe when in the company of Gidge. His legs swing out and he leans back... Hair almost dry and trailing out behind him with each forward swing. Then his eyes.. Catch something flickering down on the opposite side of the small stream...-

“Stop me, Gidge!” -His friend quickly obliges.. Frowning a bit and looking concerned at his friend’s near harsh tone.-

“What is is, Phim..? You hurt...?” -His emerald eyes quickly slide over Seraphim’s body as he slides out of the swing and begins walking towards the path that leads down to the stream.-

“Huh..? No.. Uhh.. No.. I am fine...” -Seraphim’s voice is distracted as he begins making his way down the hill.. Eyes intent on the spot he had seen just moments before. Gidge follows closely behind.... Hands out slightly in case his friend were to trip. They both reach the bottom and Seraphim trudges through the shallow water.. Gidge close on his heels. He bends as he reaches the spot..... Dark hues widening. Gidge comes up next to him...-

“What is it, Phim...?” -The smaller boy’s mouth was hanging open slightly.. Slender fingers reaching forward slowly. He watches Phim do this.. Emerald eyes open with curiosity. Seraphim continues to move his hand forward... Eyes locked onto a talisman made of what looked like extremely old iron ore... Shaped like a small dragon biting its own tail.. Ruby red eyes gazing forward. His fingers touch the metal.. And a familiar coldness slides through his body.. Spine arching slightly as his fingers wrap around it. He suddenly turns to his best friend.. Who nearly jumps back in shock as he takes in Seraphim’s eyes... The white overtaken by the darkest obsidian Gidge had ever seen.. Faint gleams of blue streaked in them. Gidge remains where he is.. Caramel face losing a bit of its color as Seraphim speaks in a voice so different from his normal tone.. The words sliding through Gidge’s body like soft waves of electric warmth.-

“It.. Wasn’t a dream....”


A/N This is a repost of my original story on my other name, but with revisions. Please read, review and rate. I appriciate any input, both good and bad. Helps me to improve.