Heart of Lachiyous

[Lachiyous]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WQnAxOQxQIU

Welcome, one.  And all.  To my, essence.  Let's get to the...

I would say that I'd like to....participate....in something epic!  Moving.  Something that rattles the soul.  I live for passion.  Above all, all of my stories quite possibly will have an underlying theme of....love.  I'm not sure if that can be controlled.  Or tamed.  Nor can I apologize.  It simply must be so.  The matters of the heart shall....creep into...the literature in some fashion.  In some form, or another.  I am not here for sex.  I'd like to create something meaningful.  And special.  These words that are weaved.  The characters that come to life.  It is why I'm here...

...whether it is the beauty...

...whether it is the magic...

...whether it is the pain...

Of it.  Of love.  I'd like to IMMERSE myself, in it.  Somehow.  In someway.  Please allow for me to do so.  With fictitious notions.  Of amazing...

Mmm, yes.  Super even.  I really do like my heroes!  One can always check out my group X-Men roleplay that has just started getting underway.  As for one-on-one action?  I'm not sure if I'd like to veer too far off.  For examples of my writing, I'll include an

original character post

But first a preface.  This was a group thread about a group of people that worked in a restaurant, from servers to bar tender, to host, to....dishwashers.  My character was a dish washer.  His name is Ethan.  The GM wanted us to "TAG" the characters in BOLD so as to make it easier for them to see when they were being noticed and what not.  It was a modern, realistic setting although my character was.....a little socially indept...with the lady folk.  To make up for that, his mind.....would wander.....fantastically, which gave me great opportunities to create some fun imaginative scenes!  I'm going to paste one of my whole responses now! 

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Friday Night.  11:55pm

Soap.  Soap and suds.  Water.  With sponge.   These were weapons he could wield.  In the Restaurant Industry, oft times.  Why.  The most distinguished position of dishwasher could be...overlooked.  Presumably.  Because of just how.  Taxing.  It could be, on one's mind.  The challenges many had faced in even hoping  to master.  Were almost.  Insurmountable.  Very few succeeded.  It was true.  But for those few.  A glory, untold. 

Well.   That's how it should have been, right?  In truth.  Bottom of the totem pole.  There were very few that couldn't perform the duties of.  Dishwasher.  After all.  Who in their right mind, didn't know how to scrub, rinse, and dry a dish?  It usually was a problem of liking, or for that matter.  Tolerating.  A chore so monotous.  At least for more than twenty minutes tops!

Ethan, on the other hand, didn't mind washing dishes.  Not one bit.  In fact.  He kind of liked it.  This job was only part time for him.  That is, he wasn't here very much.  Yet, when he was present.  He gave his all.  Whether it was as a busser.  Or taking care of the dishes.  Slacking wasn't really in his nature.  And should he continue on.  The pathway.  Toward becoming an Architect -- he was in his third year of five.  Well.  He'd have plenty of time to showcase that effort.  In the design.  Of a many extraordinary.  Thing.

Task at hand.  Soap and suds.  Water with sponge.  Yes.  Once to it.  No monsterous pile of unsavory plateware and silverware from JOE...

Scrubbbbbb.  Scrubbbb.

No continuous supply of greasy pots from RHYS, SID, and José...

Fluuuushhhhh.  SOAK.  Bubble.

Not even loads of unclean beverage glasses from BRIAN and TARA...

SPONGE.  Riiiiiiiiiiinse.  Shimmer!

....could seek to discourage the young man.  Not in the least.  He took it all like a champ.  When he was attentive.  And on his game.  These.  All of which.  That needed to be.  Cleansed.  Did not stand.  The mite of a chance.  Really.  And he kept up.  Kept at it.  It was what was expected of him.  What was required.  He wasn't about to disappoint anyone.  Not if he could help it.

It was only.  The moment.  When he had seemed to catch up.   With the constant influx.  Of all that needed his attention.  That is.  His fellow employees.  Stopped bringing him.  Anything that need be washed.  Perhaps.  It was time for him to.  Venture back out.  And bring things back himself...

A towel.  Running the length of the sinks.  Counter top.  And immediate floor.  Rest assured, it would always be maintained.  Under his watch.  Okay.  Gloves off.

Pushing.  Through the doors.  And making his way.  Across the hallway.   Unto the main floor.   He immediately saw the boss's son, JOE.  Bussing tables.  And approached him quickly.  "Thank you for your help, my friend,"  he offered politely.  His manners from the Mid-West ever present.  "It's very much appreciated!"  Smiling, he transferred the load that JOE was compiling.  Into his own tub.  Before letting the guy back to his duty at hand.  He knew on a night such as this.  It was best not to linger.  That's not how jobs were handled efficiently.  At least in his experience.

Glancing around.  He spotted a healthy.  Gathering.  Of customers still around.  And at the front of the Restaurant.  SOPHIA. 

Hmm!

He turned quickly.  Tucking his lips.  Inward.  In concentrated effort.  And headed back.  As SID came out, making her way to the bar.

Gahh!

Pant.  Pant.  Deep breath.  Okay.  It's okay.  EVERYTHING, was...okay.  Blink, blinking.  Feet to carry.  Him.  A little further.  Hold this tub.  Steady now.  Concentrate.  Don't bump anyone.  Don't disturb anything.  Head on straight.  Eyes focused.  Nothing else matters...

Once he cleared his way across the Main Floor.  To the back.  He unloaded the tub.  Set up his sinks once more.  And began anew.  Back here.  Alone.  In the company of none.  That's when his mind...wandered...to the stunning SOPHIA...
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Friday Night.  [Between the Here and the Now]

Crisp air.  Not so much though.  For it to be.  Unbearable.  No, not with...her present. 

He couldn't help but smile.  At her absolute. Radiance.  There was just something about her.  The way she carried herself.  Who around.  Or not.  Could argue with that? 

SOPHIA twirled about.  Gracefully.  On one skate.  Laughing at the.  Growing attention, she was receptive of.  In her bundled up coat.  Fuzzy pink gloves.  And knit hat.  He was in awe.  That's when she reached out.  For him.  Beckoning, to accompany.  Her.  He sloshed about.  Almost clumsily.  Toward her direction.  In the center of the rink.  It's a miracle he didn't mow her down!  The smile that she presented him with, hinted at nothing but pure joy. 

Astounding.  He gave to her what he thought she might like.  A single flower.  Violet.  The expression on her face -- eyes passionately alight, mouth open wide in lovely surprise -- told him she appreciated it.  Her hand upon his cheek.  Gentle.  Intimate.  Her other hand.  Took his.  And slowly, guided him.  Across the surface.  Of the ice.  So that they may move.  As one. 

And people cleared.  Out of the way.  For the couple.  It was so...grand.  So much fun.  His heart was.  Bursting.  To full capacity.  And yet he felt, so.  Light.  This experience, it was like he was gliding.  So smoothly.  No longer concerned.  About falling.  Not now.  Not with her by his side.  She was his strength.  A beacon of light. 

Spinning.  Together.  Hand in hand.  The world stopped.  It was just the two of them.  Perfect.  And he'd give anything for it to last forever.

And he'd give anything for it to last forever.

And he'd give anything for it to last forever...
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Friday Night.  1:35am

Blink.  Blink.  Blink.  Blink. 

"Huhhhhhhhhh......."

Splaaaassshhhhh.  Drip.  Drip.  Drip.

Before he could clear himself of the effects.  From SOPHIA.  Thoughts.  An image.  Of SID snuck in there.  Not entirely difficult.  Especially in his current. 

Vulnerability...
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Friday Night.  [Between the Here and the Now]

Thump.  Thump.  Thump.

His heart.  Beat.  Erratically.  Both, because he was afraid of.  Heights.  And SID was here.  With him.  All the way on top.  Of the cliff.  Looking over.  The ocean.  It was her idea of course.  To come up here in the first place.  Cliff diving wasn't for everyone.  That's for sure.  And he couldn't help but wonder.  If perhaps.  He should have declined.
Until he gazed at her...

She embodied pure.  Electricity.  Energy, even.  There was a thrill to her olive eyes -- something caught between fierce passion.  And crazed enthusiasm.  It was intense.  And he found himself...melt.  Beneath her piercing stare.  And flush some.  That's when he noticed the supplement of fuschia all along the ground.  Covering everything.  No wonder she liked it up here.  Gorgeous. 

He smiled some at that.  She made a gesture.  For him.  To come closer.  As she stood.  Along the very edge.  Small.  Hesitation.  Crossing her arms and gripping her t-shirt.  She lifted it up.  And.  Over, her head.  And grinned when he moved to her.  Immediately.  Gesturing at his own clothes, she began.  Undoing.  Her shorts.  He followed suit.  Accordingly.  And in record time. 

Pressing her body.  Close.  Unto his own.  Arms around his neck.  Her lips found his.  Intimately.  And shared a kiss.  Tingles.

Thump.  Thump.  Thump. 

Thump.  Thump.  Thump.

She smiled up.  To him.  Laughed.  And then jumped off the cliff. 

Down.

All.

The.

Way.

Into.

Splaaaaaaaaassshhhhhhhh.  The water!

Holy crap.  How the--!  What the--!  Huhh....those lips.  That kiss.  Tingles.  She had been so CLOSE.  Just....it felt...

Swallow.  Deep breath.

Thump.  Thump.  Thump.

Swallow again.  Licking his lips.  Closing his eyes.  Deep breath again.

Juuuuuuuummmmmmmmmmmmmppp!

Down...

Down...

Down...SPLAAAASSSSHHHHHH!

SPLAAAASSSSHHHHHH!

SPLAAAASSSSHHHHHH.....
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Friday Night.  1:59am

SPLAAAASSSSHHHHHH.....

Drip.  Drip.  Drip.  Drip.  Drip.  Drip.  Drip.  Drip.  Drip.  Drip.  Drip.  Drip.  Puddle.

SPLAAAASSSSHHHHHH.....

Huh?  Blink.  Blink.

The...the sink.  Was on.  Water was....overflowing, from all three.  Reservoirs.  Onto the floor.  Puddling.  His sneakers were wet.  His apron.  His jeans.  Everything.  Soaked. 

No.  No.  NO!  What had happened?  The water was getting everywhere.  Stop it.  Please!  Gahhh...

He reached to turn the faucet off.  And.  Stop the bleeding.  Dabbing towels.  Rags.  Anything he could find that was.  Dry.  All around.  And threw a panicked look.  This way.  And that.  For the mop and bucket...

Fret.  Perspiration.  No bueno.
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, a Colossus post (from my X-Men roleplay), and a Gambit post(also from my X-Men roleplay).

I feel here is where I might need to talk about a fella by the name of Peter Parker.  Back in the day.  Maybe just starting college classes.  Think John Romita Sr.  And the two very special ladies.  Gwen Stacy and Mary Jane Watson.  Even consider the Spider-Man:  Blue story.  I want those old feels.  The innocence.  The butterflies.  Revolving around the blonde, and the redhead.  I wouldn't mind him meeting BOTH for the first time.  His heart needs to be....enwrapped.  In these girls.  With tingles.  And smiles.  Daydreams and emotions.  And of course, let's not forget about....danger.  He's not a pizza delivery driver, now is he?  (poor Toby!)

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I'd be remiss and committing a cardinal sin if I didn't bring up MY very own version of a Romeo and Juliet, namely the tortured relationship that is Gambit and Rogue.  To me and for me.  The greatest and most favorite of (paintful) love stories out there.  I posted this a bit ago.  It hits on very important emotions (watch that video).  Truly, I want the Cajun and the Southern Belle to really...experience.....something incredible.  Something special.  Something raw and heart wrenching.  I have yet to find MY Rogue (same as Hollywood right -- sorry Anna, stick to Vampires!) to be able to do this.  I'm sure she is out there somewhere...

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What else?  I'm sure I'll think of more to add.  And in fact, I reserve the right to be able to do just that.  If you have questions, please feel free to send me a pm.  I'd prefer that rather than anyone post in here actually.. 

Thanks for stopping by!

--Lachiyous

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2lGP78ckF_Q