|
|
Post by Elijah Savage on Dec 19, 2014 7:38:03 GMT
It wasn’t very often that the twins went on dates, really. Unless you counted what they liked to do in their spare time as dates, but he didn’t really. He enjoyed it, of course, but it wasn’t really a date. They didn’t really like spending their money if they didn’t have to. They had went hungry too much as children to take any chances. They were living in a nicer house now, and they had quite a bit saved up, but Elijah still felt slightly guilty about the money they’d spent to get in. It was good for them to get out, though. They had to every now and then, after all.
His golden eyes flashed around rapidly as he tried to take in several exhibits at once. Due to the season, the place was pretty deserted. That was fine with him, though. He didn’t like being around most people anyway. They were annoying and useless, and he couldn’t be quite as open with Noah as he liked to be either. They needed to keep their jobs or he wouldn’t really care. He didn’t care what people beneath him thought, not at all.
He stepped to the side, pressing his shoulder against his brother’s. A ghost of s smile appeared on his face as he tried to decide which animal he wanted to see first. A lot of them were put away because even in Georgia it was too cold for them this time of year. However the animals from a colder climate, such as the snow leopard that had just caught his attention, were still out in the open. He turned in that direction suddenly, walking over to the cat to get a better look. He breathed out softly, a bit of excitement appearing on his features. He’d never been to a zoo before, so this was definitely a new experience for him. “I bet someone would make fun noises if he got ahold of them~” He told his brother, grinning.
--
Noah Savage
|
|
|
|
Post by Noah Savage on Dec 22, 2014 23:39:00 GMT
The rush of cool swept through Georgia was not nearly as burdensome as Britain’s chill from within, yet Noah admitted it was jacket worthy weather unless perhaps someone wished for illness. Surely it was an illogical desire under normal circumstances, but students were impressive in what they would do to avoid schooling. It would be a lost effort on their part with winter break now, anyways. The semblance of a smile threatened on Noah’s lips at this thought, but he suppressed it as he did every emotion both intentionally and unintentionally now.
He resumed thoughts on the zoo they had entered that day, taking in the sights of animals that enjoyed the cool. It wasn’t often he and Eli took money out to go out on dates; money was a thing they worked for and saved religiously. However, even he agreed they needed to date sometimes. It gave them a chance to be together outside of work and their ‘games’, and a little money for a day trip was worth it. This one was a particularly well planned trip; few came to the zoo in the winter. Less people meant Eli was less likely to have reason to be angry. Less people meant Noah was less likely to have… thoughts.
A golden eye flicked to one of the exhibits. He’d noted Eli was interested in the snow leopard, and thus Noah too regarded it with a mild interest as well. The comment thereafter drew Noah’s eyes back to Elijah before glancing forwards once more. “His body weight is enough to crush a human; a simple bite to the throat would finish it,” her murmured monotony as those golden spheres fixated on the large cat sitting upon a high rock tail flicking softly. “Animals know to go for the jugular before anything else…” There was a small smirk that graced his features at that thought. Noah too was an animal of sorts. He went for the throat.
|
|
|
|
Post by Elijah Savage on Dec 24, 2014 8:56:08 GMT
He tugged absently on the earring that hung from his earlobe as he continued to regard the leopard. It was cool. Much cooler than that snake that they’d gotten upon receiving their powers. That thing was just annoying, and he wondered if he could kill it. He wondered what would happen if he cut off one of the heads. Would the other get distressed? Doubtful, they didn’t get along. Would it grow back, then? Maybe he would cut off the head that had a preference for him, it was the most annoying. He wanted nothing to do with it, plus it would likely be more upset by his “betrayal.” Hmmmm. Maybe he would. He was seriously considering mutilating their familiar when Noah finally spoke.
He narrowed his eyes slightly at the leopard, as if it was the animal’s fault for its instincts. He differed slightly from his brother in the fact that he liked to play with his – well, Noah’s – food before he killed it. He liked to watch people squeak and squirm, he liked to hear them scream. Of course, he understood the necessity of getting the job done quickly as well. “Might still be fun to watch.” He decided after moment. His hand moved to the side, his fingers pulling on his twin’s in an almost playful manner. He felt good, he felt happy. He always felt happy around Noah.
“Do you think they ever give him live prey?” He questioned. He knew his brother probably didn’t have the answer to the question, but Elijah tended to speak and then think – it was a flaw but whatever. Compared to his other flaws it was slight and almost endearing. He figured it would be sad if they never did. A hunter needed to hunt, after all. He knew this well.
--
Noah Savage
|
|
|
|
Post by Noah Savage on Jan 4, 2015 4:08:38 GMT
Those words and subtle gesture had Noah glancing sideways to Eli, meeting his twin’s gaze with his own and matching eye for eye perfectly. Had they not dyed their hair all those years ago and continued to do so, distinguishing them would still be difficult for most. “Perhaps,” he replied back softly which was, in all honesty, the closest to an excited yes that often sprang from him. Gently his thumb circled his twin’s palm noting every hill and crevice slowly, absently. Though he didn’t express it near as much as Elijah did, Noah too felt good and the semblance of happiness. He liked being around Eli; his mirror image understood him more than the world ever could. Had it not been for Eli’s existence, Noah wasn’t sure he would have survived in such an otherwise troublesome world.
With his freehand, Noah set fingers on his chin as Eli spoke, and a minute thoughtful expression worked onto his otherwise placid features. Live prey would be interesting to watch, but considering the zoo wanted to protect their animals from harm, they probably wouldn’t, correct? Live prey meant the possibility of the hunter walking away with a few scratches and scars. Had Eli not healed them, Noah himself would certainly have been laden with markings by then for similar reasons. “I would assume for the animal’s safety, they wouldn’t,” he replied shortly before glancing sideways at Eli. “If we had him, we could feed him anything we wanted.” It was a simple comment, or so it appeared to most. To Eli, however, it was probably clear that for even a second or so, Noah was considering stealing the large cat.
|
|
|
|
Post by Elijah Savage on Jan 11, 2015 0:55:06 GMT
His palm tingled slightly as his brother’s thumb ran over it. Despite the fact that he had been literally touching Noah for all of his existence, he never got tired of it. The smile on his features was softer than the expression he usually showed the world. Typically his smile was closer to a snarl than anything, but at the moment he had nothing to be angry over. The zoo was practically empty, it was just him and Noah, the way things were supposed to be. No annoying brats or people clamoring to get wherever they were going as fast as possible. If he was honest with himself, swarms of people tended to make him anxious – he just expressed this anxiety through bared teeth and aggression. Like a cornered animal.
His gaze flickered from the leopard to his twin, watching as that thoughtful expression appeared on his features. He threaded their fingers together as he waited for an answer, nodding once one was given. Yes, that did make sense. The zoo probably couldn’t easily replace the animal if something happened to it. Either way, that second sentence would distract him easily enough. His eyes lit up at the thought of all the things they could possibly feed such a creature. Never having been the voice of reason in their relationship, Elijah wasn’t going to stop Noah if he wanted to steal the leopard. “We could.” He agreed. “Even that annoying snake.” He smirked a bit. “I mean this is no kind of a life for a hunter.” He shook his head, and the look he gave the animal almost seemed to be sympathetic.
--
Noah Savage
|
|
|
|
Post by Noah Savage on Jan 26, 2015 20:15:44 GMT
Noah barely noticed his fingers being threaded by Elijah. Instead, his hand moved virtually on its own re-clasping his twin’s without reason or regard. There was no question, hesitation, or uncertainty as to the founding of such gestures towards Eli that Noah had towards the rest of the world, and Elijah could have done just about anything to him without Noah reacting negatively. Just as much as Eli was his, Noah was Eli’s. Thus, he wouldn’t resist any motion, ever. There was no reason to, and that was it.
As he spoke, Noah kept his eyes on Eli’s regarding the golden color as it lit up at his suggestion. Subtly, the remnants of a smirk budded and died on his features in a manner of a few seconds before Noah looked back to the leopard. “A hunter should be allowed to kill and destroy as he pleases,” he spoke softly, quietly, monotony, yet those words were Noah’s mantra for life. It was his reasoning for murder, his reason for cannibalism, his reasoning for life. He was a beast no longer caged by their trash of a ‘father’ they’d been under. There were no moral restrictions to bind his heart, and the law meant otherwise nothing to Noah. He killed and ate whom he pleased. That was just his nature.
Briefly, a golden eye flashed upwards regarding the various cameras erected nearby. No doubt if they attempted to take the creature right then, there would be video camera surveillance of their faces and recognition of their ticket ID’s by default. A master of the subtle arts, Noah would not subjugate himself and Elijah to impulse. Even if it was a tempting idea at face value, he was not a foolish criminal. That had been proved years ago now. “Perhaps tonight, friend,” he commented to the great cat before glancing back at Elijah. “We shall return.”
|
|
|
|
Post by Elijah Savage on Jan 29, 2015 0:30:30 GMT
The gentle pressure that his brother exerted on his hand had an almost instantaneous calming effect on him. Noah’s touch had always done that for him. He could be so angry that all thought had left him, and a simple touch from his twin would bring him back around. He never had to worry about losing control and doing something that they might regret as long as he had Noah near him. He knew who the voice of reason in their relationship was, and he knew that his brother wouldn’t allow him to make a mistake. It was this, factored in with innumerable other things, that caused his separation anxiety to be so bad. Without Noah around he was nothing more than a ball of inexpressible emotions that were nearly impossible to sort through. Without Noah, he was barely human.
The smirk on his brother’s features wouldn’t be missed, Elijah never missed any of his twin’s subtle expressions or body language. He had been reading them, watching for them, and interpreting them for as long as he had been breathing – and it came just as naturally. He gave a little nod to the words, his eyes never leaving Noah’s face. “That he should.” He murmured, his own eyes following his brother’s gaze to the cameras. Yes, that was right. Stealing the leopard was technically “illegal”. How bothersome.
“See you later… maybe.” He commented to the leopard, looking at it for a few seconds longer before he turned. His fingers remained threaded with his brothers as he walked further down the path, his eyes darting this way and that quickly, searching for anything of interest. Absently, he reached over and straightened Noah’s shirt. He was barely conscious of the action, but truthfully he probably straightened Noah’s clothes more often than he did his own.
--
Noah Savage
|
|
|
|
Post by Noah Savage on Mar 8, 2015 19:23:16 GMT
Somewhere in the back of Noah’s mind, a plot was already forming. Under the cover of night, many things were possible to the right kind of hunter, and Noah was just that. Thoughtful, methodical, and cold to the bone, he plotted their escape from that man and had plotted for their survival. Their existence to that day was a testament to his mind. Ever still, without Eli to be the voice of his emotions, Noah most certainly wouldn’t have survived even that long. He would have taken his life long ago because without Elijah, he would have been alone from the very moment their mother had taken her last breath. Without Elijah beside him, he wouldn’t have mediated himself.
A soft exhale escaped from Noah as he walked away from the leopard for now. Vaguely, he was aware of Eli straightening his clothes, yet it had become such a norm to him that Noah barely registered it at all now a days. Instead, his attention was upon the various other animals in the zoo- those that were out in the cold, anyways. Catching sight of the large penguin habitat, Noah’s eyes reflected the movement of the flightless birds almost instantly. Tugging Elijah lightly along with him, Noah started over towards it. Though his face remained blank, it was clear by his motions alone that he had some interest in the creatures. Drawing all the way up to the railing, Noah set one hand on the railing and leaned towards it, his features dull but his eyes alive.
He bet they tasted like chicken.
|
|
|
|
Post by Elijah Savage on Apr 7, 2015 21:41:13 GMT
His thumb rolled lightly over his twin’s hand as they walked along, his eyes never ceasing to dart around. It didn’t take much to catch Elijah’s attention, at least as long as the subject in question wasn’t a human. The only time humans were of interest to him was when he was hunting them. Other than that, they were rarely interesting. He liked to watch how they reacted to certain things, he liked to manipulate them, but he didn’t really care much for them. No one other than Noah and his mother had ever been there for him, and even his mother had been taken. He could barely remember her face anymore, if he was honest. He could remember her voice, though. For some reason, that much was clear to him.
He followed Noah absently, responding to that light tug immediately. His eyes flashed forward, falling on the penguin exhibit, but only for a moment before they turned to watch Noah. He stepped up the railing as well, and it was no mystery to him as to why his brother might be interested in such otherwise boring creatures. “They prolly have a lot of fat on ‘em.” He stated, his eyes glancing over the creatures. “They eat fish.” He commented absently. The diet of fish might cause them to taste slightly different than other birds. Elijah never turned down any sort of food, though if he had a choice of meat, fish wasn’t really toward the top. His lips pursed slightly before a trilling birdlike noise escaped them in an attempt to get the creatures’ attention.
--
Noah Savage
|
|
