Cole (seeingmultiples) wrote in darkcarnivale, @ 2011-06-13 00:43:00 |
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Entry tags: | cole, faelan |
Who: Cole and Faelan
What: During Cole's neverending boredom
Where: Around the Carnival
When: After this
Rating: Low/mild
Status: Complete
Amusing himself with freaking College girls out was only as good as the initial high and once that was gone? Cole drifted off and attempted to find entertainment elsewhere. Mortals and normals were only good for a limited amount of fun and he honestly didn’t waste a lot of his time on them, especially when he’d spent a great deal of his life making his ends meet in their world before coming across the Carnival.
Best moment of his life, honestly.
He was wandering as he did during his frequent bouts of boredom and stopped abruptly as he took in the sight of Faelan all perched on a picnic table with eyes drawn towards the people as they moved around the Carnival.
People watching? Honestly? That had to be a new habit as Cole couldn’t recall Faelan doing a lot of that during their time spent together, but then he’d always been rather good at keeping the other man occupied. Or so he liked to think.
Cole approached the table and clambered onto it, clasping Faelan’s shoulders in both hands. “Boo!” He said sharply as he gave Faelan a large grin, one that caused dimples in both cheeks and brought a certain life to the weight of his blue gaze.
Faelan hadn't normally considered humans as "Other." He'd spent most of his life thinking he was human, so there was no reason why he should, but the longer he spent with the carnival amongst others who were more like him, it became more and more difficult to keep himself from thinking that humans were anything but different.
So, he'd taken up watching them, following the children with amused eyes as they ran about their parents screaming and laughing, watched couples walk-by hand in hand, sometimes stopping for a moment of affection, and sometimes, he'd create stories for them out of boredom. They were no different. His own parents may not have been so by birth or by blood, but they had been his family, and they were human. He couldn't think himself as someone apart from that world when he'd grown up in it.
He was parked on his usual picnic table, reminding himself of that for a second time that week when hands landed on his shoulders, a sharp 'boo' sounding in his ear, and his reaction was just as predictable as always. Still jumpy. He looked around to find familiar blue eyes and a smiling mouth beneath a mop of blond hair, and he shook his head, reaching back to swat at Cole. "You're such a shit."
Cole laughed as he made himself comfortable on the bench beside Faelan, long legs over the edge and feet resting against the place where most people put their butts. “And you’re still as jumpy as ever.”
He folded his arms across the top of his knees as his gaze travelled to the people that Faelan had been watching. “So… what you up to, besides the obvious?” Which by the way was a little bit weird, but then Cole? Did a lot of people watching, mostly to learn the various ins and outs of people’s behaviour so he could better mimic them.
Cole was literally a ball of restless energy and at this moment in time he was resisting the urge to fidget.
Shoving at Cole's shoulder as he started to sit down, Faelan couldn't help grinning at his laugh. "Who wouldn't be jumpy when faced with you?" He didn't mean it, of course, but he picked at Cole just as much as he did anyone else he liked.
Shrugging in answer, he turned his attention back to the crowds meandering in between the tents and game booths, "Keeping myself out of trouble for once. Though with you here, I suspect that probably won't last for very much longer."
He eyed Cole with a small smile. Cole's particular brand of mischief had always been something Faelan enjoyed.
Cole snorted as he glanced over at Faelan, feigning mock innocence that honestly didn’t sit all that well on him. “No idea what you’re talking about.” He grinned and in the process his teeth caught his lower lip and held onto it as the smile stayed firmly in place.
It was only when a couple girls came stumbling in their direction, yelling at one another and arguing loudly in shrill tones that Cole’s smile turned all the more mischievous and his gaze darkened slightly.
Guess they really hadn’t liked their friend insinuating that their choices of clothes made their asses look fat or that somebody’s boyfriend had a thing for gay porn. Probably not true, but girls would be girls and believe the words of a so-called friend that wasn’t all herself on this fine afternoon.
Cole realised he wasn’t exactly being subtle and then forced his expression into something resembling neutral as his attention drifted to Faelan.
An eyebrow arched, the expression on Faelan's face clearly calling bullshit. The smile alone would be enough to make someone wary of the blond. He did make Faelan laugh, though, and that really was all that mattered. "Your halo's lookin' a little rusty there, angel. Might wanna give it a polish."
Point proven by the look on Cole's face as a few girls emerged from the shadow of a nearby tent, arguing heatedly. Another few moments and there might be an all out cat fight, and it was obvious that Cole was probably to blame.
Shaking his head as he watched the women pass by, he grinned, nudging his leg against the doppelganger's. "Already been to work, I see."
Cole gave a ‘what can you do?’ lift of the shoulders before giving a low throaty chuckle, head ducking as his hand sought the back of his neck to catch and hold. “I was bored,” he said as way of explanation, like that did in fact make it okay to break up a friendship group.
He tipped his head to look up at Faelan, the light catching on a cheekbone and giving his face an unearthly glow. Like he was in fact an Angel, but God’s honest truth? Cole was far from an Angel.
“You know how I get when I get bored.”
Boredom was a legitimate excuse for a lot of those at the carnival and Cole was no exception. Faelan huffed out a soft laugh, digging his heels into the dirt. "I do know. Granted, the results were usually a lot more pleasant and fun. For me, anyway."
It was teasing more than anything, and he tipped his head back on his shoulders, shooting Cole an easy smile as he squinted into the backdrop of sunlight behind him.
Cole smirked a little and for the first time that day he went still and allowed himself a moment to watch the world go by, slowly spinning on its axis. “You want to go grab something to eat? I’m starving.” Only because he’d spent the day in the company of his dupes and had then taken it upon himself to replicate and terrorise unsuspecting folk.
He planted his hands on the table and used the grip to lift himself, planting both feet very firmly on the ground. “C’mon, I hear they’re serving some decent stuff. The rumours can’t be that far off.” He held out a hand and wiggled his fingers, tantalisingly and encouragingly,
“I can’t perform on an empty stomach.”
Watching Cole finally hop off the picnic table, Faelan hesitated for only a second, laughing at the fingers he was wiggling at him as if that would entice him further. Pushing up to his feet, he joined him, nudging in against his shoulder amicably. "Rumour has it. Alright. Lead the way."
“Don’t I always?” Cole asked, nudging Faelan back before he fell into an easy step. He tucked his hands into the pockets of his jeans, jeans that were probably too tight and should have been outlawed in about forty five of the fifty states, but they weren’t and wasn’t that a good thing?
It was as they were walking in the direction of food that Cole duplicated his form without really thinking, turning his head to address the other him. “I forgot my wallet in my trailer, can you grab it?”
The dupe just gave him a look, but went on its way. Sometimes they got a little too mouthy for their own good, but they were a creation of Cole’s mind so what else did he expect?
Faelan would never stop being amused by Cole's ability to replicate himself, nor the easy way in which he interacted with his clones. Not that it should have been all that remarkable or amusing. They were part of Cole right down to the attitude, but the blond had a way of talking to them that made Faelan laugh.
"You ever think maybe they'll get together one of these days and just stage a riot against you?" It probably wasn't possible. Cole could recall them all back into himself with a blink of his eyes, but the thought was interesting all the same.
Cole tipped his head to look at Faelan. “Never really crossed my mind.” He shrugged. “Don’t think it’s possible considering I can just blink my eyes or snap my fingers and they cease to be.” An odd thought all things considering he was talking about ending a would be dupe’s life, but they were just duplications, not actual living beings. The things of magic and mayhem or so the audience thought.
“Of course if one of them was out and about then took it upon themselves to I dunno… knife me in the back then it’s entirely possible that could be construed as staging a successful rebellion.”
Shrugging, Faelan looked up around as the duplicate returned with the requested wallet, handing it off to Cole. "Well, let's hope not." Killing Cole would probably result in the duplicates ending themselves as well. And wasn't this a pleasant train of thought? He regretted asking the question, now.
Heading for a few of the food vendors close by, Faelan looked up at the sky, setting sun painting orange and gold across the horizon and with it bringing more and more people onto the carnival grounds. The later it got, the rowdier it would be, and Faelan thrived off the energy. "So. How's your boredom doing?"
Cole accepted the wallet and closed his eyes to return the dupe to himself, fingers rifling through the leather slips to check how much money he had on him. Enough to get plenty to eat, he did have himself an appetite rivalling that of a horse. Could say it was a result of duplicating and replicating, excess energy being lost through the process.
“You might miss me if I wasn’t around,” Cole teased as he nudged Faelan in the side. He paused to consider the food vendors and headed for the unhealthiest option first, it was a miracle he kept such a toned figure. “Still here, but I’m ignoring it.” Or trying to. Never mind the fact he’d seriously considered going into town and seeing what sort of fun he could get up to there.
"I would, it's true," Faelan conceded with a grin, following after Cole as he headed for one of the vendors selling deep-fried everything and food that would give you diabetes just looking at them.
He waited for Cole to order before putting in his own, reaching for the wallet stuck in the back of his pants. "Sometimes, I think you get bored even when you're asleep."
Cole made various orders, all of which totalled a whole person’s body weight in fat, and just handed over enough money to cover it. He somehow managed to juggle them all, taking a remarkably large bite of a hotdog and had he been in different company there might have been an obscene joke thrown in for good measure.
“You might be right,” Cole remarked with a considering look. “My dreams are pretty… crazy.” The ones he could remember anyways. According to Eric he was quite the vivid dreamer.
He wolfed down the hotdog and made a start on his burger.
The amount of food that Cole ordered made Faelan laugh, but of course, he'd be able to put it all away. The guy ate like he was starved half the time, and he shook his head as he watched him down almost half his hot dog in one go.
"M'not surprised."
Starting in on his own burger, he nudged Cole back off towards the picnic tables, so he wouldn't wind up dropping half of what he'd bought. "Care to share?" It was a personal question, so Faelan wasn't exactly expecting an answer, but he figured he'd ask, anyway, out of curiosity.
Cole’s feet did carry him in the direction of the picnic tables as gently encouraged by Faelan and it wasn’t long until he’d effectively straddled a bench and made himself right at home.
“Guess I dream about the same things as everybody else dreams about,” he shrugged his shoulders and ate a fry. “Being naked in front of a large crowd, not knowing where I am, falling, being alone in a crowd.” He sipped at the drink he’d also purchased. “Then there are the dreams where I’m everybody else and I don’t know which one is me and I’m just getting lost.” He was silent and still for the longest time possible before he seemed to snap back to himself, giving a devil may care smile and a shrug.
“Like I said, just your run of the mill kind of dreams.”
The last didn't seem like it was a 'run of the mill dream' judging from the way Cole was acting about it. Faelan had never had a problem with nightmares like that, but then, he didn't have the doppelganger's powers either. He wanted to ask, but Cole snapped out of it quickly enough, the moment lost.
"Mm, right." He ate in silence, for a moment, before kicking at Cole's leg beneath the bench.
"After your show, we should go grab a beer in town or something. If you're not exhausted that is. See if we can't take care of that boredom problem."
It wasn’t a run of the mill dream, but Cole was nothing if not determined to ignore whatever the hell his subconscious was trying to tell him. Light, easy and shallow was the way to handle the world. Nobody needed to know about his fractured psyche and the way he struggled at times to find himself. He was Cole, the fun crazy one, that was who he needed to be. People liked him for his chaotic out of this world behaviour and honestly? He enjoyed being that person.
“Totally,” he agreed with a nod of his head. “We should definitely do that.” He took a long sip from the coke and then frowned as he’d all but downed half of it, how had that happened?
Cole picked at his fries and ate another. “Nothing cures boredom like a trip into town.” He looked up at Faelan. “Did you have anything specific in mind?”
Whether Cole talked about it or not, ignored it or not, Faelan would still wonder and worry about him. He was still a good friend, and there was something off even if he didn't admit to it.
Taking another bite out of his burger, he waited to answer until he'd swallowed down most of it, so he didn't wind up being overly rude talking with his mouth full.
"What's the fun in planning these things? We'll just go and see what we find. Can't be predictable with you, anyway." Reaching over, he stole a fry off of the blond's plate.
“A fair point,” Cole said with a nod. He watched as a fry was stolen and he shot Faelan a disarming smile. “If you wanted one all you had to do was ask. What’s mine is yours, Faelan. Or something like that anyways.” He pushed his now empty drink container to one side and began to finish what was left of his food.
He took a moment to regard Faelan. “You sure you’re alright?” The reason he asked was due to Faelan’s recent people watching.
Faelan shrugged, smiling himself, "I'll keep that in mind, next time." Which probably wouldn't be too much longer.
The question took him off-guard, and he looked up sharply, finger still in his mouth from where he'd been sucking off some stray ketchup. "Uuh. Yeah, why do you ask?" He hadn't thought he'd said or done anything to warrant the concern, though he wasn't sure, now.
“Just wondering,” Cole said with a shrug of his shoulders. “Just the last time we actually sat down and talked you weren’t big on people watching so I’m just curious about what’s inspired it.”
He dipped a fry in a splotch of ketchup and ate it slowly, smirking a little at Faelan’s expression and the fact he’d been effectively giving head to his finger. Words weren’t really needed, Faelan would be able to see Cole’s thought processes from where he was sitting.
“What can I say, I worry.”
Ah. That. Well.
Pulling his finger from his mouth, Faelan raised an eyebrow, lips smoothing into a smirk at the expression on Cole's face. It wasn't hard to tell what he was thinking, and Faelan huffed out a laugh, not exactly surprised.
"Just. You know. Remembering, I guess. Doing some of that yourself?" he asked, in response to Cole's thought process.
“What’s the point in remembering when there’s so much to experience here and now?” Cole said casually, eyes flicking away for a moment and focusing elsewhere. “The past is past and better left that way.” He shrugged and returned his attention to Faelan. “Trust me on this.”
He rested his chin in his hand and finally allowed his eyes to settle on Faelan. “But, that’s just me. I’m sure you have something pleasant to reflect on and remember?”
"Not always. Sometimes the past is a good way to remember who you are and what you came from," Faelan argued, digging a toe into the dirt as he finished off his lunch, shredding a spare bit of wilted lettuce he didn't have the stomach to eat.
Faelan's past certainly didn't come without its own nightmares and horrors, but there had been times that were worth remembering. He nodded, looking away from Cole, "Enough."
Cole refrained from snorting as he could distinctly recall who and what he came from and he’d really rather not revisit such a memory. Too serious, too depressing and far too… suffocating.
“A plus,” he agreed with a nod of his head. “I prefer to reflect on more recent events. They’re a lot more fun to remember.” He finished off his food and shifted, restless like always.
He turned his ring over on his thumb and tipped his head. “Suppose I ought to go and get ready. People won’t be shocked on their own.”
The conversation had turned slightly sour, and Faelan didn't argue for a few minutes longer with Cole when he mentioned needing to get ready. It wasn't his business to pry as much as he wanted to ask. Five months of knowing each other was hardly time enough to allow him to nose into Cole's privacy.
"Sure." Wiping his hands on his jeans, he stood up, grabbing his empty plate and Cole's and tossing them into a nearby trash can. "Come find me when you're done, and we'll head out. If you're still interested by then, that is."
Cole shot Faelan a perfectly charming and dazzling grin. “I’m sure I will be.” You would never have known he had just been having a fairly serious conversation a few moments ago.
He nudged Faelan and dropped a sloppy kiss on his cheek before he was going merrily on his way, ever the bright creature he was usually.
Faelan tipped his head at the kiss, turning to watch Cole go. He looked as cheerful as he had when he'd first found Faelan sitting on his own. The man was impossible, and one of these days, he'd be able to work out what went on under that blond mop of hair. Today wasn't that day, though, and with a huff of a laugh that was barely even a breath itself, he headed in the other direction, intent on finding something or someone to amuse himself with.