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Tory Gnosis (fevered) wrote in zenerschool,
@ 2009-07-23 13:34:00

Thread: Tory & Vaughan
Who: Tory Gnosis and Vaughan Rhodes.
When: July 23rd. Afternoon.
Where: New York! Tory's family home.
What: Visiting the family!

Tory had been absolutely and positively thrilled to be bringing Vaughan home with him to meet the family. He had told them much about him, especially his mother, since Tory was, not surprisingly, a mama's boy. A time had been arranged for them to go to visit, and after packing and a train ride down, they were in New York.

His parents had a house in Brooklyn, just outside of Mahnattan, really, but where the houses started, because they had wanted a proper house with a backyard and everything. It was a nice two story house with pretty lawns and everything. "That is it, that is it!" Tory happily pointed out as the cab they were in pulled over to the curb. "This is my house!" Vaughan probably figured that out for himself, but Tory told him anyway, clinging to his arm before he peeled away so he could tumble out of the vehicle once it had stopped.

The cab driver got out and went around to open the trunk where their bags were. Tory hefted his out and onto his back and nearly fell over, because he had packed a lot. He couldn't decide. Then he bounced on his toes and waited for Vaughan.

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no_orphan_annie
2009-07-23 04:48 pm UTC (link)

Overall, the whole trip was more than Vaughan had ever experienced before. It had started off at his apartment where he'd had to pack. Packing in the past meant throwing everything he owned in a plastic bag and getting out of there before the cops showed up. This time, however, after buying a suitcase, he'd had to pick and chose what he was going to bring and there were things he'd left behind in his dresser. It was kind of strange. All of the pants and shirts and affects he'd left behind were like little anchors tying him back to his apartment and Jensen, towards home, and he hadn't had a chance to know what that felt like until he'd gone. Having a home was strange.

And then on the trip there a whole new thought occurred to him. He was going to meet Tory's family. While he'd come to terms with what that more than likely entailed, meeting new people, hand shakes, knowing glances, hugs, and interrogation, something he hadn't really thought about occurred to him on the train. What if Tory's family was just like Tory was? What if, for the whole trip, he had people jumping on him and playing with his hair and giggling like school girls?

With those thoughts in his head, he stepped out of the cab with a little trepidation. "Here we are." He agreed with his boyfriend. His suitcase was much smaller, small enough that he had carried it with him the whole time not trusting porters or baggage handlers. He didn't sound nearly as excited as Tory had.

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fevered
2009-07-23 04:53 pm UTC (link)

Tory was thrilled, because he hadn't seen his family since Christmas, and home meant good food! He reached out for Vaughan's hand and curled their fingers together and smiled at him. He knew his boyfriend was apprehensive, and he didn't blame him. "It will be good!" he promised before he turned away to pay the cab driver. Then he took Vaughan's hand again and lead him up to the door.

The knob was unlocked, as he expected it would be, and he pushed the door open wide. "We are here!" he called out to announce them, his voice bouncing off the walls of the house.

Moments later his mother emerged down the hallway. She was a full figured woman, not skinny like Tory was, but with the same dark hair and eyes. "Ah, Tory!" she said and she swept him up into a hug that was eagerly returned.

"Mamma, this is Vaughan!" he announced when he stepped back. And to vaughan he said, "This is my mamma."

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no_orphan_annie
2009-07-23 04:59 pm UTC (link)

"I'm not worried." Vaughan insisted, as if he would ever admit about being concerned about anything. He looked the house up and down wondering if he and the people in his old life had ever come here. When Tory opened the door he knew that a life time ago he definitely would have taken advantage of a family like Tory's. They didn't even lock the door!

He wore a little smile as he was introduced, a little apprehensive about the Italian greeting and he held his hand out towards her, keeping a little bit of distance between them. "Uh...hello, Mrs. Gnosis." That's what people said, right? He already felt like an idiot.

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fevered
2009-07-23 05:04 pm UTC (link)

"Call me Catarina," she said with a warm smile, taking his hand in her own and shaking it. She was smiling still, although of course she was looking Vaughan over, because what parent didn't look over the boyfriend of their youngest child? (Or any of their children for that matter).

"Come, come, I have cannolis," she announced, because she was of the firm belief that people should be fed, and often. She turned and walked back down the hall. Tory grinned and grabbed for Vaughan's hand again to follow. The smell of cooking food, tomato sauce and sausages, wafted from the kitchen to fill the house with its warm aroma.

"Papà is at work still?" Tory guessed as he slid into a seat at the kitchen table, which was in the actual kitchen. A very large kitchen that was obviously well used, and had things on the go at that very moment.

"Si," his mother replied as she busied herself getting snacks for the boys.

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no_orphan_annie
2009-07-23 05:10 pm UTC (link)

Ah yes, Vaughan realized he'd also have to deal with the Italian. People speaking a language around him that he didn't understand. Well that probably wouldn't be so bad. He looked around the house as he was lead in and he sat down at the kitchen table smiling a little bit between the two of them "What does he do?" He was going to do his best to get along with them and probably the best way to do that was to put himself as far out of his comfort zone as possible. He'd talk and smile and make friends and maybe they would get along. Or, at the very least, they would like him.

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fevered
2009-07-23 05:14 pm UTC (link)

"He is in finances. Something with money!" Tory replied with a laugh. He didn't entirely understand it, because it was complicated, but he knew that much. "He will be home for supper though, he always is!"

"And some of your siblings as well," his mother added. They were all older than Tory, although some still lived in the house. It was more common with Italians, to live at home after school, until married, at least.

She came to the table and set down a plate with an assortment of cannolis on it, and some drinks as well. "Eat, eat," she said before turning back to the stove to tend to her dishes.

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no_orphan_annie
2009-07-23 05:22 pm UTC (link)

Vaughan thought that Tory's father was in the mob, or at least that would be a good joke, but kept it to himself so he wouldn't insult anyone. "Thanks." He told Tory's mother and reached for a cannoli. AT least he knew he could please her in that respect - his ability to eat whatever she gave him. It was kind of like a competition to see if she could cook more than he could eat.

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fevered
2009-07-23 05:27 pm UTC (link)

It would make for a very good competition, because Mrs. Gnosis could certainly cook a lot! She was used to cooking for a big family, and boys with big appetites - none so big as Vaughan's though! Not in a single person!

Tory reached for a cannoli as well and took a bite and sighed happily, because it was just so good. He had made them himself, for him and Vaughan and Jensen, but they were not as good as his mother's! Of course, nothing ever was.

"Your room is all made up for you," she said as she stirred the sauce in a pot, tasting it and then adding a few more spices to it. As she spoke, footsteps hurried down the stairs and a young man emerged into the kitchen. Older than Tory and Vaughan by a few years, and definitely taller and broader than Tory - he was the smallest in his family. Even more than his sisters.

Tory's brother went right over to the stove and stuck a spoon in one of the spots, for which she swatted at him with a wooden spoon. "Via! Via!" she chastied and Tory laughed.

"That is Roberto. He is one of my brothers," he explained to Vaughan.

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	no_orphan_annie 2009-07-23 05:29 pm UTC (link)
	"Huh?" Vaughan, who was a little lost in the rapture of real Italian cannoli and the show almost didn't hear Tory's explanation at all. "These are so good." He told him, looking like he was in love and then he looked up at Roberto. Roberto. He probably went by Robert, Vaughan was willing to bet. "Yo." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

fevered
2009-07-23 05:32 pm UTC (link)

"I know!" Tory agreed with an eager nod of his head as he took another bite. They were divine, like pieces of heaven, and he wanted to bundle his mother's cooking up and have it every single day. If only that was possible.

Roberto turned when he was addressed, looked quizzical for a moment and then smiled in an easy sort of way. "Hey," he said.

"This is Vaughan!" Tory explained, incase his brother hadn't figured that out. "We just got here!" Roberto looked amused and walked over, ruffled Tory's hair and then stole a cannoli.

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	no_orphan_annie 2009-07-23 05:45 pm UTC (link)
	"Nice to meet you." Vaughan told him although when Roberto stole the cannoli he helped himself to another as if he were afraid soon all of them would be gone and he wasn't even anywhere near being done eating them. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	fevered 2009-07-23 05:49 pm UTC (link)
	Tory was still working on his first, nibbling away happily and interspercing his bites with words to his mother and his brother, just little things here and there. When the plate was clear of everything but crumbs (Vaughan having eaten much more than he) Tory slid back his chair. "We will bring our things up to my room!" he said. "So we are ready for supper!" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	no_orphan_annie 2009-07-23 05:56 pm UTC (link)
	Vaughan was ready for supper that very second after the cannoli appetizer so he laughed when Tory said that. "Supper sounds like a very, very good idea." Although he was just as eager to slip away with Troy behind closed doors. "Thanks for the snack, Catarina." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

fevered
2009-07-23 06:00 pm UTC (link)

"Oh you are welcome," she assured him, turning to smile from where she was working at food. Tory grinned and beamed and then bounced out into the hallway to where they had abandoned their bags. He picked his up and hefted it over his shoulder again with a soft 'oof' and then started towards the stairs.

It was up a flight and then down the hallway to his room. It was much as he had left it, with a nice big comfy bed as the focal point. "This is my room!" he said as he dropped his bag again and then went to hop on the bed with its soft soft blankets and sheets.

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no_orphan_annie
2009-07-23 06:03 pm UTC (link)

Vaughan followed him with his own bag although he took his time up the stairs, checking out pictures and the decor. He set his bag down next to Tory's in his room, watching him as he jumped up on the bed. "How long is it until dinner?" He asked, worming out of his shoes and following him onto the bed, taking a seat. "And are you going to give me a tour of your room or is it just the bed?"

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fevered
2009-07-23 06:06 pm UTC (link)

"Probably a half an hour or so," Tory guessed and sat up with a grin, wrapping his arms around Vaughan from behind. "This is my bed," he said. "And that is my desk." He pointed with one hand, still holding onto him with the other. "That is my bookshelf and that is my dresser. And that is it! But the bed is the most important part because it is very very comfortable." And he liked to be cozy! Especially when he slept.

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	no_orphan_annie 2009-07-23 06:08 pm UTC (link)
	"No photos or trinkets or memories?" He smirked, twisting around to get a look at him but Tory was wrapped around him pretty tightly. With a grin, he forced himself onto his back, squishing Tory into the mattress and wiggling around on him like a dog scratching its back in the dirt. "How about that?" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

fevered
2009-07-23 06:11 pm UTC (link)

"There are phot-oooo!" Tory squealed with laughter as he was suddenly pushed back into the mattress, with Vaughan on top of him squirming about. "You are a naughty, naughty boy!" he exclaimed and he wrapped his legs around his waist and held on tight as Vaughan wriggled about. He squirmed right back and tried to get Vaughan to roll over so that he could be on top.

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	no_orphan_annie 2009-07-23 06:16 pm UTC (link)
	Vaughan let him have his way because he would almost always let Tory have his way. He rolled over and then twisted around if he could to look up at him. "You shouldn't shout stuff like that or people will wonder what we're doing in here!" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	fevered 2009-07-23 06:20 pm UTC (link)
	Tory grinned with triumph and climbed onto Vaughan's back and perched there. "I will just tell them that you were tickling me, if anyone asks!" he said as he slid his hands over Vaughan's shoulders. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	no_orphan_annie 2009-07-23 06:24 pm UTC (link)
	"No one's going to ask. They'll just stare knowingly and smile a lot." Which was the worst. "Or Roberto will come in here and punch me and your mom will just cry and cry and cry" He folded his arms beneath him with a smile of his own. "What are you doing? Am I getting a pre-supper massage or something?" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	fevered 2009-07-23 06:25 pm UTC (link)
	"My brother will not punch you!" Tory laughed at the suggestion. "And my mother will not cry. She might hit you with her spoon, but she will not cry." He wrapped his fingers around Vaughan's shoulders. "I could give you a massage! My hands are very very good. But you would have to take off your shirt!" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	no_orphan_annie 2009-07-23 06:33 pm UTC (link)
	Vaughan smirked and pushed himself up. Tory was light but he was careful not to upset him too much as he reached around with one hand to tug his shirt off gladly. It was quite the trip here and he was meeting everyone for the first time, was going to eat all that food later, he needed to relax now while he could. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	fevered 2009-07-23 06:36 pm UTC (link)
	Tory rocked backwards as Vaughan sat up, and he helped him off with his shirt. "Si, that is much better." As Vaughan stretched out again, Tory skated his hands up his back, returning to his shoulders. He fanned his fingers out and then brought them back in and started to rub, fingers working in massaging circles. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	no_orphan_annie 2009-07-23 06:37 pm UTC (link)
	"What do you think we're having for dinner?" He was willing to bet noodles would be involved but there was much more to Italian cooking than that. He folded his arms again and nuzzled into them with a happy sigh. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)