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Post by Skylar Axel-Korbett James on Feb 15, 2013 10:36:28 GMT -5
Skylar hurt all over, there was no telling what he had broken and in what places, he just felt like absolute shit. Groaning in his own self pity he had to curse his luck. Why did this have to happen to him? He'd be in for a few days for sure, and Skyalr wasn't all that fond of being stuck in the hospital wing, over the past seven years he had spent more than his fair time in these beds, to still be here right after the Christmas break was actually rather depressing. Curse his bad luck.
It really was only on bad luck that he'd even ended up in here anyway. How had it been his fault that he'd gotten distracted by a flock of birds which had been flying overhead of Sky when he'd been doing some personal training on the pitch and had run into one of the grandstands on his broom headfirst. What that had resulted in was one severe concussion, a broken arm and dislocated collarbone, a sprained knee and more than a handful of bruises from the feeling of pain emitting from his body. At least his broom had been fine. The end of the broom had hit the wall and because of the force of the motion Skylar had been thrown forward, resulting in the bad bruising around his eyes, and Sky could feel that his nose had been broken since it felt stuffy and sore.
Opening his clear eyes he blinked a few times to adjust to the light which streamed in from the wide windows, the red and orange colors which were thrown around the room had Skylar guessing it was only sunset now. So he'd been out for a little while, he'd been training just after lunch. Lifting his arm he hissed out as he felt the bolt of pain which shot up his arm, yup, that was broken. Seems like he'd be taking a whole lot of skelegrow juice unfortunately, nasty stuff.
"Curse you gods of fate..." Sky bemoaned to himself, raising his good arm to give the ceiling above him the two fingered salute in his irritation, not even noticing the other person in the room.
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Post by noah on Feb 27, 2013 10:46:20 GMT -5
Noah didn’t think his heart had ever hurt so much, or he had ever panicked this much. How could he have been so stupid? Noah didn’t know if he should be worried or livid. He wanted to hug and slap Sky at the same time and he didn’t even know how bad it was yet. The second year who had given him the news had been pushed aside as he sprinted to the hospital wing. Noah was scared, really he was. It sounded bad, really bad. When he arrived he had to fight in order to get in. The nurse was being a bitch- as usual! She always was when it mattered. When nothing important was happening she let them do what they wanted, when something huge like this happened she kept everyone away.
Noah was sitting by the bed, Sky was unconscious. He looked bad, the shallow cuts and bruises were all healed, but he looked so small, lying there in the hospital bed. It made Noah rethink everything in his life. It made him ask if he really felt this way about his best friend. He had known it for a while, but Noah was scared. He wasn’t gay, he knew that much, he wasn’t attracted to guys, but Sky…Sky was the exception. He loved him and he didn’t know how or when that happened. Or why, he just knew that his heart belonged to the broken boy in the bed before him.
Noah had been sitting there for what felt like hours, just willing Sky to wake up. He had ignored the nurses many attempts to make him go back to his dorm. He wasn’t going anywhere, it was important that he was here why Sky woke up. He needed to give him hugs, tell him how he felt, tell him that if he ever did something like this again he would beat him senseless. He had never known fear like this before. Noah heard him stirring. He gripped his hand harder. “It’s about time you woke up. You had us all scared senseless.” Before he could even think of anything else Noah’s arms were around Sky’s neck and his lips were on his.
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Post by Skylar Axel-Korbett James on Feb 27, 2013 11:06:18 GMT -5
Skylar hurt all over, everything just seemed to ache like a mother fucking bitch and he goddamn was not happy at all. What kind of luck was he having, it just was not fair. If only he hadn't been distracted by the birds and their awesome flying skills over head then Skylar would have seen the on coming grandstand earlier than he had and maybe he wouldn't have to be laying here in bed bandaged and broken. Damn him and his short train of thoughts, this was why he was a Hufflepuff and not a Ravenclaw, Sky was sure he wouldn't even have the patients to read through a text book without ripping out pages to make paper planes or something.
Feeling someone holding his good hand, having winced after flipping off the gods with his broken arm. Turning his head he looked out through his eyes, feeling like his eyeslids were heavy and he knew he'd been pretty beaten up. Lifting his gaze to see his fellow Hufflepuff and Quidditch team mate sitting beside his bed, holding his hand in his larger ones had a small smile slipping on Sky's face, frowning as he felt pain. He probably split his lip too then. "Looks like this captain went down with his ship buddy," Sky joked lightly, hoping that Noah wouldn't be too mad with him, they did have a game coming up soon and Sky could only hoped he'd be fully healed by then.
"Sorry ma-," Sky was about to apologise before he was cut off by a pair of lips pressing against his. He winced at the pain but soon felt pleasure and excitement build up within him as he let his good arm come up behind Noah's back to settle on the older boy's hip. Once they finally pulled away Sky blinked a few times to make sure that it was indeed real and he hadn't just imagined that all. "Well that was certainly unexpected -although I will say a pleasant- surprise," Sky mussed as he looked up at the boy still over him in the bed, his cheeks dusted pink.
Noah Clark had just kissed him, kissed him! Sky couldn't believe it, it had to be a dream and he'd wake up any moment now. "Tell me I'm not dreaming, right?"
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Post by noah on Feb 28, 2013 6:26:12 GMT -5
Noah really wasn’t sure what had come over him. But he had just kissed his best friend. And he had liked it. Really liked it. It had felt good, and right and everything he had ever thought he’d known about himself was questioned. He didn’t love boys, but he loved Skylar. He didn’t kiss boys, but he kissed Skylar. Part of him was screaming no. But a much bigger part of him was celebrating with joy that he’d finally gotten the message.
As he pulled away from the kiss Noah could feel the blush on his cheeks, it was probably a deep red colour. And he wasn’t exactly one to blush. He could see the faint pink tinge across Sky’s face; that made him feel better. And when Sky said that it had been a – somewhat pleasant- surprise, Noah couldn’t help but agree with him. He hadn’t planned it, or seen it coming but he wouldn’t change it for the world.
He felt as though he could see much more clearly. The way Sky’s lips had felt on his… it was amazing, they were so soft, Noah hadn’t imagined that a boys lips could feel that way. He always thought that their lips were more coarse and manly. But they weren’t, at risk of sounding cliché it was like kissing a rose.
Noah chuckled when Sky told him to tell him he wasn’t dreaming. Noah swept his fringe out of his eyes and smiled. “You’re not dreaming.” He said. “But I am going to murder you for being so stupid as to go out flying on your own! You could have been killed!”
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Post by Skylar Axel-Korbett James on Mar 1, 2013 9:14:15 GMT -5
Sky and Noah had just kissed, what on earth was going on!? What kind of perfect nirvana was this? Had Sky died when he fell off his broom and some how made his way to a perfect paradise where he and Noah were together? Where he had actually gotten over his fears and showed the boy just how much his feelings meant to him, and just how much he'd do for those feelings... Sky had to blush, many images from his...erotic dreams being conjured up at the thought as he coughed to try and push them away. If he were to think of something like that he was sure he'd regret it, especially in the Hospital Wing. The Madame didn't like kids...sating themselves in there, unhygienic she says.
The Quidditch captain could see the dark blush dusting Noahs' cheek and he felt his own face heat up, oh god he was so embarrassed! He still couldn't believe it, come on! Who would have thought he'd be kissed the second he woke up from being friggen unconscious! Who would ever had thought that getting injured would lead to him being kissed, and if he'd have known he'd have thrown himself off his broom next time, especially if he was kissed with such passion as that.
"Really, are you sure? Cause it sure feels like it..." Sky bit his lip as he laid out in the bed, the sheets pulled up to his chest. He winced as Noah yelled and he had the nerve to look away as he mumbled out, "I'm sorry...I didn't mean to scare you..." His hands clenched the soft sheets in his hands, his fingers moving just to distract himself from wanting to pull the other male onto the bed and snog him senseless. If it wasn't for his broken arm Noah would have done that, but his good arm was being used right now to crumple the once ironed sheets.
"...Noah...why did you...you know..." Sky asked, turning to look at the boy by his bed side, all the hope and fear he felt shown brightly in blue eyes.
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