Daily Grace Inspirations From Joseph Prince Ministries
God Will Surely Show You Kindness
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*Joyce Meyer-(Battlefield of the Mind)
"You thi.." A grin broke over Dylan's face as he stopped to correct himself.
Staring at that amazing face letting some of the thousands of times he'd felt himself cheered-up, lifted up, swept away into a totally new state of being/feeling...
He remembered... the first time he saw it...really saw it, not just a passing flash waiting for Paige on the steps back at DeGrassi, or as he left his house to get away from his sister and her 'little friends'.
That seemed like a life-time ago now.
He remembers thinking he'd recognized the look in those dark but sparkling eyes. The sudden change in the way he(Marco) moved getting into the car; that almost, but not quite hunching of his shoulders.
Like...like he really liked what he saw...and had been caught so off-guard that he couldn't completely hide it.
Paige had been wrong about Marco that day, but in true Paige fashion, she'd bounced right back and been thrilled for them.
Dylan has just realized he'd been so wrapped up in his new 'crush' (he'd thought at first) that he'd passed up an excellent opportunity to razz her for not 'knowing' sooner.
Thinking about that, he smiled, noticing that the tension that had started to build when the pipe burst, was gone. It had risen a few notches with each thing that happened, next the light-bulb blew and the stereo came on FULL-BLAST(by it's self). Then he'd gotten tangled in the wires that had managed to come out from behind his dresser and knocked over all kinds of stuff trying to get loose from them...and to not fall down.
He'd still been standing there, making sure he'd picked up everything and that nothing had spilled; fists clenched and muttering cuss-words when Marco came out of the bathroom...
And tackled him!
Marco had heard the stereo, Dylan swearing and stumbling round; bottles falling over...more swearing.
A feeling...like a storm about to break over them...some impending doom... some(evil foreboding*) nameless terrible thing about to happen grew in him...in the air.
'No!' Marco thought, 'You're not stealing this...HIM..from me again. Not now!'
Grabbing a towel and hurriedly wiping the water from his face and hair before heading back into their bedroom he already knew what he'd find.
Yep, there he (Dylan) was, teeth, shoulders, and fists clenched; brows knotted over eyes that alternately darted round the room or returned to moving over the items on the dresser, making sure he hadn't missed anything; totally unaware of Marco watching him.
One hand is rising towards his mouth, thumb out, ready to be chewed on when Marco makes his decision about how to handle this...how to...change the beat!
Two things worked when it came to changing the subject/getting Dylan's attention: laughter or sex...well, o.k. but Marco isn't about to try to insert Hockey into this, and in his present mood, Marco somehow just knew that trying to engage his tightly wound-up boyfriend in sex would just stir up more problems, and they'd probably never get to what ever it is that Dylan needs to tell him.
At least not today!
"What the...!"Dylan began as Marco lept at him, locking his legs round Dylan's waist; his hands sliding down from his shoulders to his ribs.
And the mad, twisting and squirming of a surprise half-naked tickle-fight/wrestling match was on!
Of course Dylan eventually pinned Marco beneath him.
Marco grinned up at his boyfriend, seeming totally pleased with himself, leaving Dylan off-base and puzzled at the smug grin; alternately staring at him with raised eyebrows and shaking his head as they caught their breath.
"What was th-" Dylan started, but Marco cut him off.
Holding Dylan's eyes with the loving/trusting...'you're safe with me'/'You can't fall cause I've got you' look in his(Marco's) eyes...radiating those feelings somehow; making Dylan feel the truth of those things even though the big blond had HIM pinned, he simply said/demanded/gave him the freedom to finally put that way too heavy thing down;
Dylan stared into Marco's eyes for a moment, nodded once...and did.
"You FEEL... that we should be able to talk about anything! And I...we mostly do! I still don't really 'get' how that's even possible.
See what you don't know... There are some things that I just ...NEVER talk about...haven't ever told anyone about..
Lots of things really, but...one really...messed-up thing. It messed ME up. For a long time. Changed the way I saw and felt about myself and how I saw myself dealing with...almost everything to do with my life.
After that last trip to Spain, being gay seemed to be a...a sentence.
Yeah, like a sentence, to a cold, empty, 'get-what-pleasure-you-can-in-the-mom
No, not life, just...existence.
It was the last time we went to Spain.
.....At the time I thought I was in love.
The smirk, head-shake, and eye-roll at even the idea of something that was nowhere near what He and Marco have...being LOVE, ended with Dylan looking at Marco with such amazement...
Like even after all this time, he(Dylan) still can't believe Marco is real.
That look....and the fact that sometimes Marco still feels the same way, makes the dark-eyes boy blush, even with the nerves that are tightening his stomach and drying his throat.
He is finally gonna hear about the thing that had made his fearless, daring, 'Bring-it-On' boyfriend close himself off from anything that involved having, much less 'showing' any kind of serious feelings, or real emotions.
When Dylan had kissed him that first time, it had delighted them both....and shocked them speechless!
But they didn't 'talk' about it.
Marco talked about....things like that with E
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The clear certainty in the usually golden eyes that were now black with hunger sent delicious chills down the smitten boy's back.
If Seth hadn't been a preditor too he could've almost felt sorry for whatever his love might choose to hunt today....it didn't have a chance.
Unlike the others, Jasper rarely hunted the same thing twice in sucession, prefering to change up, just for the variety he claimed; which had always puzzled the others a little but made Alice feel the same pride that Seth did when he found out.
Watching Jasper ascend a tree, Seth felt just the slightest twinge of jealousy...but it was soon washed away in the joy of watching his muscles move so strongly and smoothly.
For a few seconds the boy forgot to breathe as he stared at this glorious sight.
Jasper's method of hunting is also different from the rest; his ability to 'feel' and control emotions wasn't limited to just humans and humanoid preternatural creatures.
He could drive an animal without truely frightening it...after all, he didn't need the 'salting' of fear: he wasn't going to eat the meat.
Miles away, Young Quil's eyes opened, but saw nothing of the inside of his bedroom. He say the vampire drinking from a large but relatively young buck; a male deer.
Saw the moment the incredibly acute sense of smell caught what the change of wind directionbrought wafting over him...
This scent called to him like no other...first freezing him, then making him leap up and start seeking it's source almost without any conscious thought.
For Jasper, it was like the sun comming out from behind the clouds; water, rich earth, cool green leaves, streams clear and cold, dew-drenched blossoms...and something warmer and richer still...
Suddenly, he stopped.
Something disapeared behind a stump.....turning quickly....a flash of movement.
A sound...behind him now....turningn again to see a flash of something deeper in among the trees.
By then time he got fruther in, that scent is all round him.
It clears his mind of that cold emptyness that is the blood-frenzy of the hunt.
But it leaves him wide open.....
Jasper, breathing deeply of that delicious scent, closes his eyes...stretching his arms out to either side as if he'll just lay back and float in it.
Watching Jasper to see what he would do in this teasing chase, Seth not expecting anything like this forgot to look where he was stepping.
A twig snapped.
Jasper spun opening his eyes, a grin stretching his lips;
"Seth!" he whispers.
Even in his wolf-form, that he isn't a kid anymore is plain; young, yes, but there is nothing kid-like, or in this case, puppy-ish about the creature that steppes out from behind a clump of bushes.
There was excitement, pride/delight.....and a very thin receding edge of ....fear.
Though that last was fading rapidly, it gave the blond vampire a twinge of saddness-that it was there in this wolf at all.
No fear showed in the big beautiful creatures eyes...only a playful sort of watchfulness, and a bright, almost glowing happiness.
Or was that a feeling....things often got confused when it came to reading Seth....lately.
The things that Jasper felt in response to what he 'read' before he could decide on the 'proper' reaction.
Somehow, Seth's coloring even made him feel like he was looking at a smile, or something that was meant to elicit a smile...pleasure of ....some kind.
Seth dropped into a half -chrouch, barked once, then spun round and dissappeared into the shadows...deeper into the woods.
Laughing, Jasper gladly gave chase.
The trees flew by as they ran, finally giving way to a path that led to the edge of a small but deep pool; it's surface bright with the sunlight that shone on it only because the sun was directly overhead.
Jasper stopped right at the edge, trying to get a fix on exactly where that lovely/slightly forbiden(yeah, all that was in there...)scent.
Seth sprang; using his paws and his nosen to push the still basically unruffled vampire into the water!
He was taken completely by surprise when a hand flashed out, and Jasper, who'd turned in mid-air, grabbed hold of the scruff of his neck....pulling him in too!
The delighted surprise/joy that flash-burned through Seth caused him to shift back....and swallowed Jasper whole.
Open soft brown eyes(their natural color: before he'd been changed)stared at Seth as they rose to the surface.
The hand still holding onto the back of Seth's neck put their faces close together as Seth, shaking the hair out of his face...opened his eyes.
The water was warm this close to the surface, but the heat of the body so close to his ws still warmer, and it felt so good to a body that rarely ever noticed any change in ...the cold.
This was like holding a living flame in his arms...one that enjoied being there.
These feelings, his own response to what he was getting from Seth took him over, and for a moment he buried his nose in the boy's chest; breathing deeply of that amazing scent...as well as the air.... which he didn't need.
When he raised his head, bringing a hand up and trailing it down the side of Seth's face, Seth tightened his arms round him, bringing them even closer together; the desire plainly visible in Jaspers eyes...at last...kicked Seth's joy up several notches!
And Jasper ws kissing him; his tongue sliding into Seth's mouth...all round inside it....tasting and teasing, hands moving over the incredibly hot deeply tanned skin and....
Suddenly Jasper had jerked his head back; a look of horror dawning on that lovely face....the most precious face.....the only one in Seth's heart.
Seth frowned in confusion at first.....but then his face relaxed; a teasing, speculating look sparkled in the beautiful dark eyes that seemed to always be filled with laughter.
A small knowing smirk stretching the naturally dark lips...lips that ...even though he shouldn't....Jasper still wants more of.
Seth was glorying in the want he saw/felt in Jasper, his incredibly perfect, consumate war stratigist...who was clearly mad about him, but(and Seth was holding back the giggles that wanted to bubble up at this) had missed the....'mists'.
Yeah, we all go through a 'pun-loving' phase, thankfully for everyone Seth's was comming to and end.
Seth put a finger against Jasper's lips, then, backing it up a couple inches said;
"Lick it!" He whispered it staring into Jaspers fear-stricken eyes...his own held a teasing sort of demandingness
Jasper, his face now losing it's horror to a slight confusion...swallowed, trying not to show the feelings that seeing look on Seth's face were arousing in him and did as he was bidden.
The venom glistened there on that longer, stronger, perfectly dexterous finger.....for a moment...then it rose as a cold white mist. .