a boy brushed red [felix]

[catgurl1000]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,480px,true][atrb=cellpadding,10px,true][atrb=cellspacing,10px,true][atrb=align,center] wires & the concept of breathing THE HIDING PLACE WHERE I SOUGHT OUT YOUR EYES, SCREAMING OUTWARDS TO SHOOT ME BACK IN TIME WORDS: some TAGS: domitius & felix, SONG by a skylit drive, NOTES: herpderp Domius's footsteps were quiet as he walked along the Tiber river, taking care not to get too close to those murky waters. The day seemed especially chilly that day, the wind whipping through the young boy's dark hair and against his face, his cheeks now tinted pink from the cold. But, nevertheless, he walked along with a sense of forced merriment, clutching his small cloak tighter around his shoulders. It was one of those rare days, and he was going to enjoy it; his master was out doing business, and had dismissed him from his duties for the time being. Still, he couldn't help feeling a bit antsy, feeling that at any moment someone would show up to drag him back to that house. "I need to stop worrying. Stop stop stop." Domitius muttered to himself, pressing the heels of his hands against his temples. He continued walking on, coming to a short dock that jutted out over the waters. It seemed perfectly safe-- if it hadn't, the boy wouldn't have given it a second glance-- so, deciding to be a little brave, the dark-haired boy wandered out onto the surface, the wooden planks creaking a bit under his steps. He was feeling pretty good at this point, so he decided to go a bit further, sitting down and slowly scooting towards the edge, until his feet were dangling just above the water. Domitius looked down into the rippling surface, a muddled reflection of his face looking back at him; black hair in a messy tussle, green eyes slightly narrowed. It was so interesting, watching the way the water's surface reflected and distorted his figure, that the boy didn't realize he had been leaning forward, until he found himself falling into those same waters. Thrashing his arms around, the young slave tried to find something to grab a hold of, his head barely breaking the surface. "H-help!" Domitius choked out, the water invading his mouth, choking off his words. "Help me please! Someone!" THIS TEMPLATE WAS MADE BY COMATOSE OF ON THE EDGE!

[FELIX PROCULUS]

[atrb=background,http://i55.tinypic.com/6g8ykm.jpg][atrb=style,border: 4px dashed #FFFFFF][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width, 440,true][atrb=cellpadding,14px,true] NO ESCAPING WHEN I START normally, felix would not have been along the banks of the flumens at all, but clearly today was some kind of exception. the river was flowing slowly today, the water rippling and sliding past the boats at a sedate pace - like a slow dancing senex and his esteemed wife at a senator's party. old man aqua, eh? felix chuckled to himself and skipped over the scattered stones, the rough soles of his climbing sandals brushing against the smooth surfaced slabs of rock on the floor. he weaved his way neatly between the boat parts and general clutter that turned up at random intervals along the sandy bank. it was quiet right now; the occasional twitter of birds in the trees was all that disturbed the silence. he wasn't sure why he was here. practice a little bit of dancing, perhaps? his feet moved on their own, and his body followed - but not for long. felix stumbled a little as his concentration was broken; he turned his head to pick up a distant splash and a voice calling from down the river bank. "huh?", felix skittered a little and cocked his head, listening to the shouts downstream from him. sounded like someone had fallen in! he glanced around quickly - yes, he was still completely and utterly alone, which meant he was on his own to be the vir fortis here. felix didn't give it a second's thought before he sped off in the direction of the distressed voice, light footed through the dirt. he couldn't just let someone languish - or mori on him, now - could he, now? that would be silly, oh so silly. it was a fortunate thing he was fast on his feet - as well as possessing a quick mind and tongue - oh, how blessed he was! "hey! i'm coming!," if the drowning boy - for it sounded like a puer, but that didn't mean much in today's society, when all the ugly girls sounded like boys too - could still hear him, hopefully that comment would comfort him a little. there was a dock ahead of him and the voice came from about that area - the end of it, in fact. felix slowed to a jog and hopped onto the dock, sandals slapping against the boards until he reached the end, where he crouched down. for a split second he considered just reaching out to the boy flailing in the water, but he had moved just out of arms' reach. into the water felix was going, it seemed. he took a moment to toss his sandals off and hitch up his toga, before, looking a tiny bit like a disgruntled cat, into the water he slid. felix wasn't the strongest of swimmers - but the poor creature that was spluttering and sinking in front of him was a far cry from his abilities. water, water, swirling weeds and wooden posts, then felix resurfaced and made for the unfortunate who had fallen in, sliding an arm around the boy's waist and pulling at him away from the centre of the river. they had drifted a little - the current was strongest at the middle obviously, making it the most unsafe there. "come on, i'm sure you can swim a little bit," felix's voice sound a little too cheerful for the situation as lithe legs kicked out and he slowly swam, one armed, towards the shore line. "can't do this all by myself!," he continued gaily, despite the fact he was doing an alright job at it. they were close to the bank now, and felix latched onto a large stone sticking out of the dirt, pulling them closer before hoisting the smaller boy onto dry land and pulling himself up. felix's good deed of the day: achieved! ONCE I'M IN, I OWN YOUR HEART tagged: domitius 8) muse: scream - son of rust notes: amg it was ttly fine! *u* felix to the rescueeee~ just don't bleed on him. |D credits to min of on the edge

[catgurl1000]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,480px,true][atrb=cellpadding,10px,true][atrb=cellspacing,10px,true][atrb=align,center] wires & the concept of breathing THE HIDING PLACE WHERE I SOUGHT OUT YOUR EYES, SCREAMING OUTWARDS TO SHOOT ME BACK IN TIME WORDS: some TAGS: domitius & felix, SONG by a skylit drive, NOTES: herpderp It was becoming harder and harder to breath, the fickle air in his lungs deciding to leave, giving way to the invasive water of the river. His mind started to feel heavy, sluggish, and Domitius wondered if he was going to drown. Would someone mourn his death? He wasn't sure his master would; the man may only see the tragedy as a chance to find some other little slave to push around. But it seemed the young boy would not die today; an arm snaked itself around his waist, pulling him out of the water. In between his coughing and spluttering and flailing, the dark-haired boy heard the voice of his savior, saying something about swimming. "I-I can try." he said, coughing as the air forced the water out of his lungs, taking back it's rightful place. He tried to kick out with his legs, one hand clutching desperately onto the arm around his waist, though it felt as if he was doing more harm than good. Then he was being hoisted up onto the shore, scrabbling on his hands and knees to get himself away from that dreaded water; Domitius swore he would never again approach the river, staying at a safe distance for as long as he lived. Part of him wondered how someone who lived and worked for a sailor for most of his life didn't know at least the basics of swimming, but then he was clearing the rest of the water from his lungs, and he couldn't concentrate between the violent coughs. "T-thank you." the young slave said, his voice slightly raspy from the coughing. He looked over at his rescuer, green eyes quickly taking in the other person's-- a young man-- crimson eyes, and hair that was as black as his own. "I should have been more careful, that was so stupid of me." Domitius muttered, shaking his hair, water droplets flinging off with the action. It was much more than stupid, it was reckless, and idiotic, and almost cost him his life. Not to mention he now got someone else mixed up in this, who was now here with him, soaking wet and in the cold. "I-I'm sorry, please forgive me sir!" he spluttered, bowing his head before the stranger, wringing his hands together nervously. What would happen if his master got wind of this? It would be terrible; not only had he almost cost him a servant, but he also was troubling someone else. He didn't know who this stranger was, but if it was someone important-- well, almost everyone was more important that a lowly slave boy-- then he'd really get an earful. At least, if he was lucky that's all he'd get. THIS TEMPLATE WAS MADE BY COMATOSE OF ON THE EDGE!