Lonely Days Interrupted

[Ari Damon Darellis]

Ari stopped, turning to look at the man. Twenty-one? He couldn't help it; he laughed. The man was twenty one and he was scared of a seventeen year old boy! Oh, this was too good.... "Do you know how old I am?" He tightened his old on the male's hand, just in case he tried to pull it back, while also pulling him forward until their bodies touched. Ari thought that he should probably stop, but he was having too much fun. Besides, the Markus looked good with a blush....Very good...

[Markus Wish Erinston]

It was inevitable. As soon as he had said his age, Ari laughed. Markus didn't blame him; it was ridiculous that the dark haired adult would be so afraid of people that he'd run or hide. It was shameful but there was nothing he could do about it. He had been this way since the accident with his father. Shying from anyone except his mother and sisters.
"Do you know how old I am?" Ari asked, his hand suddenly tight on Markus'. The adult meekly tried to pull but he couldn't get free before he was pulled up to the white haired man, bodies touching.
His breathing increased as he got claustrophobic again. Smothering..... It was so smothering....
Markus struggled, pushing with his hands. When he couldn't get free, he only shook his head. How old was Ari? He couldn't be much younger. At least eighteen.

[Ari Damon Darellis]

Ari had to bite his lower lip to keep from laughing again. He was so adorably shy! The white haired male briefly wondered what had happened to the other in order to make him this way. He mentally shrugged it off, deciding to interrogate his room mate about the matter later. For now.. Ari leaned closer, very lightly licking the other man's ear lobe. "Seventeen." He whispered it. Then, suddenly, he let go and stepped back, crossing his arms over his chest. He man's breathing had increased again. Ari wasn't sure, but he had a hunch that going farther would cause the man to have a heart attack or something. Such a pity... And the man was such a pretty new toy...

[Markus Wish Erinston]

His heart rate increased as Ari licked at his ear lobe, causing him to feel more smothered. The walls were closing in.
"Seventeen," he said then backed off. Markus backed up, taking deep gulps of air. Seventeen?! So young. And forbidden! Why was a seventeen year old trying to pick him up? What was so interesting about him?
Markus' hands once again fidgeted against each other; he was barely three feet away from the other male. Barely......
His face reddened again, it might as Well have been three inches.
Markus' took another deep breath and turned; just pretend he wasn't there. That was all.
With that, he started picking up his sewing stuff and placing it neatly on his desk.

[Ari Damon Darellis]

An uncomfortable silence fell in the room. Well, comfortable for Ari. The teenager grinned and walked backwards until the back of his knees hit the edge of his bed, letting himself fall down onto it. He landed on his back, his arms outstretched on either side of him. He turned his head to watched the man clean up, organizing everything he'd used neatly. "Who are those for?" He hadn't meant to ask, but now he really did want to know. He also really wanted to know why a man like Markus was trapped on this island with the rest of the inmates. Someone who makes stuffed animals and blushes like a virgin school girl had no business at all being there.

[Markus Wish Erinston]

Just put the sewing stuff here, the patterns in the drawer and..... Perfect! His messy desk was clean again; the rabbit and other stuffed animals he made sitting on it's surface.
He pulled out the chair and sat, sighing as he put his head down.
His roommate asked a question. Who were they for?
"My little sisters," he answered, voice not so shy anymore, "They all have their different likes. One likes rabbits, one likes teddy bears and the other one likes cats so I make them a lot. They seem to appreciate it."
He smiled, thinking of his lovable sisters. How the would always greet him when they saw him with a tackle and kiss.
How he was going to get over his addiction and go back to them. He nodded to himself determined.

[Ari Damon Darellis]

"My little sisters." Ari looked back up at the ceiling, frowning. So, he wasn't the only one who wanted to get back to his siblings. Hannah....Ari wondered what she was doing at the moment, whether or not she was safe. She better be safe...If she wasn't when he got out of here, then he was going to---- A sound something like a growl escaped, his frown turning into a glare. "How old are your sisters?" He masked his expression with one of curiosity as he turned his eyes back to the other male. No need to scare him further by looking like he was going to kill someone. Which he might do when he got home.

[Markus Wish Erinston]

"Uh thirteen, ten and seven," he said, smiling. He could see them now. The eldest had grown a bit far from him, having reached puberty and all but she still smiled at him and talked to him. The smaller two were always with him almost smothering him with affection. It was strange that he wasn't claustrophobic around them in the least.
"They're good girls. They've been helping my mother out since her divorce," he continued sighing. Since he had gotten hooked on oxycotin.
The name suddenly sent his hands shaking again.
Dammit! Not now, he took some half an hour ago. Markus squeezed his hands between his legs to stop the shaking.

[Ari Damon Darellis]

Seven. The same age as Hannah. Her image came to mind; a mini female version of Ari. All long white hair and almost green hazel eyes. Her image brought a slight smile to his lips. "My sister is seven." He frowned slightly, noticing that Markus put his hands between his knees. Already? Ari looked over at the clock, his eyebrow raising when he saw how short of a time it'd been since the males last fix. "Already?" Ari pushed himself up on his elbows as he asked.

[Markus Wish Erinston]

Had to stop the shaking. Had to stop the shaking. Think of something else.....
"Ah you have a little sister too!" he exclaimed, his mind turned from the drug to his roommate.
When ever people talked about their siblings, it made Markus feel a little less afraid. People that have little siblings were kind of like him in a way.
"Already?" Ari asked; Markus turned around looking at him.
Already what? The adult cocked his head slightly then blinked; wait, he had seen him taking the drugs. Did he notice that Markus' hands had been shaking?
"Oh Uh...." the man stuttered, "Its nothing. I can fight it off for a bit."

[Ari Damon Darellis]

Ari just raised an eyebrow at him. Then he sighed, sitting up and resting is elbows on his legs, hands dangling between his knees. "You need to find another outlet." Like sex. He grinned at the thought, letting out a slight chuckle.
No, Ari, he thought. His grin faded as he thought of his sister. He, himself, need to find another outlet. Sex was the reason he was here in the first place. Ari looked down at his hands, rubbing them together absently.
"My sister's name is Hannah." Good. Stick to the girls. At least that subject wasn't taboo at the moment.

[Markus Wish Erinston]

"That's why I sew.... It helps me fight the addiction for a while.... But then I start shaking so much that I can't...." Markus bit his lip; he was pathetic. He wanted to go home, he wanted to fight this drug but even when he thought about much his sisters missed him, he couldn't ignore the shaking.
He couldn't.....
Ari was talking about his sister now. Hannah.....
"My sisters are Ciecel, Abigail and Rachel," he said, "Abigail's the eldest. Ciecel's the middle child and Rachel is the baby."
Maybe talking would help. I mean as long as it was about his sisters.

[Ari Damon Darellis]

Ari tilted his head slightly, the slight smile returning. The male seemed fond of his sisters. Good. He couldn't imagine anyone not loving their younger siblings; especially when they practically raised the child. He wondered how much he could get the male to open up by talking about his three siblings. Probably not much. Maybe if he opened up first....
"Hannah is the only person that I care about. Probably because I literally had to raise her by myself." His eyes narrowed at that. Even with all of the servants in his parents' mansion, Hannah had been a lonely child. Was she still lonely now that he was gone, or had she made friends?

[Markus Wish Erinston]

Ari had raised his little sister himself.... Wow. Where had their parents been? Where was she staying now? Probably with relatives.
"I helped my mother take care of them. She's a fragile woman so she had to rest a lot. I would sit up with my sisters, feed them and clothe them and play with them. I was there when they were born too. My father was never around for their births....."
Markus gripped his leg to try and not think about him; that evil man, using his mother like she was cattle.....
"He wasn't around at all. But when he was, he'd knock my mom up and leave again. I hated him."

[Ari Damon Darellis]

Ari looked up as the other man spoke, blinking. He felt sorry for the male's mother, but also for Markus himself. Sure, Ari hated his own father with a burning passion and frequently wished the man would die the most horrible of deaths, but at least he hadn't continuously left them.
"Both of my parents were around. Well, they lived with us at least; neither of them were really 'around.' They were too concerned with looking like the perfect family in public, while in truth they left their daughter home alone while dragging their gay son out to some party or other to find him a 'suitable wife'." He made air quotes with his fingers around suitable wife, his voice taking on a monotone for just the two words. As he spoke, his British accent thickened a little, a sign that he was getting frustrated with the subject.