HOHOHO. So, I finally went about making one of these--and it's the first I've done, so I'm new to it but I'm also really excited to finally have a RP/awesome-whatever-else blog up. I feel I needed something where you guys could come and holler at my characters anyway since they're so unknown. ;; SO HERE WE GO: whatever you guys want to do on this entry, do it. <3 I'll reply as soon as possible and have whoever you want to toy with respond as best they can at the same pace. Paragraph style, shout-outs, through pictures or video and music--whatever you want. And even if someone has requested to RP with one character and you wanted the same person/deer, I have absolutely no problem with having two (or ten million) things going on at once with them. But also and lastly know that I'll probably be editing the little biographies down below a lot, so I apologize if this bumps up a lot on your track page. Deer and/or human. Other than that, go go go!
hercules rei gracemore
One of the more outgoing of this pact, Her is a self-declared pirate thanks to a thick and gritty love for the ocean--and more specifically, sailing. But aside from being content with ship terms and sword handling, she's a very down-to-earth being and wants nothing more than to make everyone happy. This can get her in trouble, too, however; she often forgets to look out for herself instead and can/has hurt people in the process. Overall, she's the happiest leader of this little family, bright and eager to find study or whatever else gets her sailor's accent going. Slow to anger or depress yet quick to befriend.
human Around 23. Chin-length, layered, brown hair with smokey eyes the same color. She has bangs going across her forehead in a feathered fashion. Her eyelashes are thick and black almost like a fawn's, and her choice of style is vintage--usually consisting of plentiful jewelry (hoop earrings and an engagement ring! <3) and stripes incorporated in the outfit somewhere. Hates heels and miniskirts, preferring boots and knee-length skirts or jeans.
deer Reindeer pelt, whisper mask, and peacock antlers. More detailed to the eyes is a Greek helmet combining both the last two layers. ( preview) Species-wise, she is a sitka deer, though her height and build is about average to a normal, adult white-tailed deer's.
code casimir kulpa
This Lithuanian is the fireball of the family; he has a attitude all his own that can come off as fun, offending, or oddly both, and this is only when he's sober. He does have a very striking personality, however: he loves nothing more than to talk about things he's educated on (like astronomy and minerals) and likes to share his culture with others. It's worth mentioning, too, that he has control over any type of stone and can summon golems, but he hides this from people he doesn't know. The only give-away are his eyes glowing green when these powers are being used. Lastly, he has an accent.
human Around 17. First and foremost is probably his hair--it's long on the left side and cut short on the right, and the layers are almost always gathered in a pony draped over his shoulder. It's color is a deep magenta and his eyes are a complimenting olive; that, and his skin has a bit of a bronze touch to it. He's on the shorter side around 5'5" but his street style clothing makes up for that. He favors ties, gloves, and ripped-up skinny jeans with tall converse.
deer A marsh deer, Code's build as a mammal is just a bit shorter and skinnier (though very well toned) than most of the other forest's. Although he's the smallest of these four characters, he makes up for it with a bold set: the red-striped pelt, the trumpet mask, and the beluga antlers. His tail, in more detail, is actually a ponytail the same color as his hair.
aiden mason king
Strange to say that Aiden is a transgendered name: it could be either a male or a female's, and the factual about that is uncanny considering Aiden is female, but brings herself off as a male by choice. This stems from the fact that she grew up to a mother dieing along the way after having birthed her baby brother; and since their father had long-since left, she had to raise the boy all on her own even by breastfeeding. For this reason, she became unexceptionably attached: and detached when he died of malnutrition and illness caused by their street-living, homeless and dirty. To her, it wasn't fair, so she decided to live her own, self-proclaimed "useless" life as the one her brother didn't get to have but with her same name. It's also thickly worth mentioning that she suffers from Alien hand syndrome on her right digits and palm thanks to an error in brain surgery attempting to fix epilepsy. Currently living somewhere in London with a steampunk, nebula-like life, she strives to find her place and understand confusion with a very sheltered, stubborn personality.
human Around 18. Aiden disguises herself as a male to help play an overbearing role in her life and history. Although, there are things she cannot hide: her anatomy, for the most obvious part, is attempted to be hidden beneath shirts that are too large; though for tighter things (like favored military jackets), she wraps her chest to help keep it flat and unnoticed. Her color scheme is like a jungle's: greens, reds, browns, burnt oranges, and whites, all in a like texture. And, as a man would have, her hair is cut short and is undoubtedly the best aspect of her lie framing sharp eyebrows that define an oddly beautiful male structure, with layered, gold colors sometimes played up by more pumpkin-hued highlights. Steampunk and accented by Victorian dressing without skirts. Both eyes are silver like perfect coins.
deer Axis deer. She bears the beluga mask slightly verified in mind towards a more warlike, gear-esque look, regular stag's antlers with candles, and the butterfly pelt. Her build and height is average to a normal stag's, although she shows signs of being a bit curvier than what a male deer's anatomy would. Her short tail is seemingly torn.
sortsand kai trevinger
Mysterious. It's very hard to explain Sort without having first introduced his history through story or something else, because it consists of a lot of Danish mythology and reason for a seemingly bi-polar habit. So I'll try and keep it understandable and short without spoilers by saying he has two "sides" to him, although at the current, he has absolutely no idea about his past self up until about a week ago when something occured. He used to be a straight-up, highly driven, and dirty guy that had a horribly obsessive and constant need to do anything concerning sex. As of now, however, he's the complete opposite and is a quiet individual that is still a closet "pervert", or so he shamefully calls it. Sleeping in the same room as him causes nightmares. He smokes and drinks, although little. Danish; he does speak perfect English with a thin accent.
human Around 24. His hair is jet black with very small hints of purple accents; two thin, long layers in the front that lie on his chest, the rest is shoulder-length and feathered. His bangs on the right side swoop just over his blue eyes. Two eyebrow piercings on his left brow and a lip piercing. As for how he dresses, it's pretty basic, and he leans towards darker clothes; long sleeves preferred most of the time. Quite frankly, he's unfairly attractive and tempting in appearance. ( preview)
deer Beluga pelt and orca mask with the default (black) antlers. Red deer; and being from this species means he is the tallest and more muscular of this four-membered, unrelated family. Though not overbearingly. His set is the same without any alterations to the original TEF setup other than the colors on the pelt being reversed, with black on bottom and white on top. |
Ugh... How embarassing... To
He placed his hands down at his sides, accidentally letting his left brush against the red-head's pant leg, and inwardly panicking. Faith remembered how angry Code had looked when he had touched him before, and now he had done it again... He inched away from him, ensuring that his stray hands wouldn't find their ways over to him again.
The silence was a bit disheartening, and really only added to the stress for him, whixh made his chest painfully tighten up a bit in his anxiety. "Did... Did I do something wrong?" he asked, sucking on his lower lip for the little comfort it brought.
He frowned a little at Code's last statement, and slowly shook his head. "I would have to come to you, I'm afraid. Practicing a sport in a house full of watching servants would only risk in me getting caught... And... And then Jergens would know... And... And then..." he shivered, flinching a bit as a another stressed-induced tightness panged beneath his ribs, letting his hands clutch his knees for comfort, sheilding away signs of weakness.
All he could do was smile
To further show it, he put effort into going faster, though not by much; he wanted to fake trying his best and have the other 'win'. Even if Angel knew he was faking a loss, it would still feel so much more shared if he received this feeling again. Not quite fatherly, but not anything like lovers, either. It was . . . somewhere in-between.
"Me too," he finally whispered, staring up into the blue-white patterns above.
What was with the way Faith
"What?" came a sad chuckle. "You didn't do anything wrong; you didn't do anything. What's the matter?" No doubt his health was acting up again--and Code showed worry by letting those mossy irises flicker about the other--but he couldn't fathom what he might have done to let it start. "There's no need to panic, okay...? You can come to my apartment and learn; it's fine, really. We'll rearrange my furniture and make room for it. Jergens won't have to know if he's an ass enough to disapprove of you learning self-defense."
The last sentence came out a bit harder, but it was to emphasize how he, again, understood having to do things in secret.
No doubt, what with his lies...
Code stood at the ready, though staying close to Faith's side with a hand still on his just for a sign of aid and protection as inwardly promised. "Did you need me to get more medicine?"
The physical contact made him
He flinched at little when Code mentioned Jergens' disapproval, almost involuntarily. "But... He... He would just be worried that I could get hurt... That dosen't constitute for being an 'ass'..." he murmured, words just as accidental as his own gestures and the small beads of tears that were forming at the corners of his eyes.
He didn't want Code to leave him alone, not like this... "I couldn't take it for another few hours anyway..." he lied, keeping his head down.
((Ffff... He is such a drama-queen... Sorry Code ;; ))
He would have embraced him to
If they'd had water, he'd have slipped off to make that medicine with the herbs still sitting on the opposite bench's side. But they didn't.
"What's making you anxious?" A re-gloved hand briefly made contact with the elder's cheek just below each eye to erase the tears looking so wrong on a weak face, whether they'd spilled yet or not. "Me?"
(( 8'D ))
Yesyes, deep breaths... deep
"Offending you... I don't want you to leave... I don't want to lose another friend... and... and..." I won't have long with you anyway. I guess that's why I'm crying... Because I won't know you for long... Less than a year? Yes... even less than that... At least Jergens and Alaska had been with me longer... Maybe that's why I'm crying again... Or maybe it's the chest pains too...
Without thinking, he bit his lower lip, whether it drew blood or not mattered little to him, and even if it did, Malware's forest magic would heal his wound.
Always overreacting... Silly Faith always letting his anxiety and self-concious behaviors get the best of him. Really, it was no wonder that he had so few friends.
"You think I'm going to
He stepped away for all but three seconds, coming back to press the two or three crushed herbs into trembling palms. "Take these dry; none of them are bitter, so don't hesitate. You have to trust me." As he spoke, he went about taking his jacket off again, draping it over the other's chest backwards before kneeling again to just keep still and watch over him. All he could do now was keep drying his face, running a thumb lightly clothed in leather over his lower lip to be sure there was no mark from him having bit into it. "Breathe."
There was nothing about Code that wasn't able to be confided in, the way he spoke and moved with such certainty.
It felt nice to have those
Words reached his ears, and he reluctantly put the herbs into his mouth, wincing a bit at the oddness of it all... That bizarre sensation of eating something completely foreign to him. He didn't like it...
Gentle hands over his face... a thumb over his lip... He felt dizzy... Light-headed...
thumpthmpthumpthumpthump...
Too fast.
He could hear, faintly, Code telling him to breath... He could feel his own throat lodge up in panic... breaths shallow... vision dark...
He weakly reached out his hands from under the coat placed on him, clutching onto him for support. "Ahm... I-I'm sorry... Foolish of me... so foolish..." he babbled out, more than likely regarding his own bitten lip.
Just one minute. If Faith
"Don't you dare apologize for this, it's not your fault. Take is slow."
He kept his words light yet quiet, moving in to completely screw over his plan to not hug Faith as his arms wrapped about paler shoulders. Since the other couldn't very well get worse, all this would deliver was the warmth he knew one needed. That and background noise, whether he was listening or not: "All you have to do is breathe, so don't focus on anything else, alright...? Not me, not your body failure--just breathe. Deep, and slow... there you go..." This and the other words that generally went with it.
Those gloves ran through blond hair while readjusting in the embrace to seat himself beside the other. Waiting. And his eyes never left Faith's, trying to read any sign of faintness.
Breathe.
The feeling of arms around
He took in a few, shallow breaths upon the red-head's request, only to choke up when a sudden wave os nausea swept over his frail body. Haywire... all of his systems were on complete overdrive... just because his heart was going too fast...
Faith forced himself to gasp, clinging to the hope that the herbs would work up soon. Although even when they did, he would still be hurting, and he would still cry out of utter exhaustion and dulling throbs of guilt over troubling his friend like this...
Just thirty more seconds, although he didn't know that.
Pathetic, really.
And back on his face they
Only after this whisper did he turn his head, frantically letting olive eyes flit about like a hummingbird in search of one thing: Jergens.
. . . he couldn't spot him. But that didn't mean he wasn't there, and there was no reason at all Code shouldn't try. "Jergens!" he yelled, draping a hand over Faith's ear not pressed against his chest. And then, whether the redhead popped up or not with late reaction, he finished, "Medicine! Now!" Just in case his weren't going to be enough; it was never a stupid idea to have more than one needed.
Back to Faith, he gave a short moan of worry--two seconds. He'd been counting down. Somewhere around two seconds. That was it.
Keep breathing...
He felt his hand pressing
There was still a possibility that he might have heard, and was fetching them even as he thought about it. But who knew?
...
Systems calming... Heart slowing... It was surprisingly sudden how fast they had taken effect, really. But they certainly didn't help the shock and trauma that his wasted body had suffered for it. One could call it a panic attack, more than likely from the irrationality of it all, just ten times worse due to how badly his own body dealt with stress.
Breathing became easier, and his own frail form fell completely limp against Code's body, sobs more frequent and even childish, loud and choking. Because it hurt. The residue of pain still yet lingered.
"I-I'm s-s-sorry.... you had to see.... see that...!" he cried, too tired to move his arms up to hold him back. His head throbbed at all of the crying and tears, like a dull hammer beating away at his skull.
"I've seen worse," Code
He felt wrongly about all this, still--as if he'd caused it, and still had no idea as to how he could further help the other. Aside from the still-tight embrace being a complete show of Code's protection, all he could manage thinking of was a light massage about the crying one's shoulders and back. He'd heard rumors about certain nerves being rubbed possibly causing relief of symptoms, but which ones did what he'd no idea. As long as it helped...
Without instructing Faith to lie down, slowly, the Lithuanian readjusted in order to quietly lower the blond into his lap. Sitting up probably took more energy than this did, and it would be easier for him to stroke his back this way. Watch how his spine arched with each breath, studying what else he could do with a racing mind.
Leaning over just enough to peek at the other's laden gaze while switching from petting yellow hair to his massaging, he murmured, "Does anything still hurt...?"
"B-But..." he had to
It was his nature to be sorry.
"Wh-What..." he didn't sound particularly surprised at being laid down, a little beweildered, maybe, but he really didn't seem to care much at this point. "Y-You don't..." he started, stopping short to fall silent as he felt hands sweep across his back muscles, getting them to relax.
His own eyes carried a glazed over look, stupified with just how utterly tired he was.
"I... I think I might vomit later... B-But... I... Eh... Tired..." he murmured, clutching at Code's pantleg with his hand, something to squeeze and hold on to.
--Well, he couldn't help
He was at least calming down, so he took the chance to try and surface the old stranger he'd met a bit with subtle humor. Code poked a now-dry cheek. "As long as Jergens doesn't assume we slept together or something because of me wearing such, anyway. That and they might be too small. Since I'm taller." He laughed again, leaning over to press his nose into blond hair just so that he could peek widely down into green eyes and mutter into it, "How come you're so short~?" Countering it, just in case he'd overlooked something--"Mm... you okay now, though...? You scared me. I'm not too easily scared, either. You're really somethin' else, Mr. Bartleby." A crooked smile. "Congratulations."
He didn't speak much back at
"It... wouldn't matter anyway... I'm incapable of sexual activity... Surely... You could have guess that yourself?" he mumbled drowsily, fluttering his eyelids, pretty much uncaring to everything he said... but he grateful for it, all the same.
"O-Okay?" he murmured, closing his eyes a little in thought, muddled as it was. "That... happens a lot now... More and more often..." he lazily fumbled his hand around until he found Code's, gripping it weakly. "It... It frightens me... Why? Why should I... be congratulated for it?" he asked, attempting to keep his own eyes glued open.
((Bedtime~ G'night :3))
He ran a thumb along the
Coldest tone he'd used all day--he just couldn't refrain from having the opportunity to blurt it.
"Anyway, I was congratulating you for having made me worry. Very few people can make me do that."
. . . was he going to fall asleep? He'd stay put and still if he did, but still... in the back of his mind, he had to admit a little bit of defeat upon having to sit here like a statue to be sure of Faith's comfort, even if it drew on his own. It would be a challenge. Yet there wasn't exactly anything he needed to do or anywhere he needed to be, so why complain? Granted he might wake up and worry about where Code was (in a German accent, nonetheless), but it had happened before. He'd be back.
In the meantime, he sat back quietly while sighing, staying mute as he gave a look about the scenery surrounding him. Tiktai Tu was picked up again as a lullaby-like hum, somewhat unconsciously, keeping pace with the other's massage and well-being.
...
. . .
(( okay c': ))
He didn't bother in
That, and sheer idea of his made him terrified.
He was going to fall asleep. He knew it, and it only made him all the more guilty to be troubling Code so much like this. He would have to make it up to him, somehow... Although he couldn't think of a way now... He'd try to later...
"Hmf... You can go home... I don't care..." he whispered, groggily stringing his words together so that they were near incomprehensible. Oh well... At least he had said it.
Humming... Code was humming? It was nice... Pretty tune... yesyes... Nice melody...
He was fast asleep withen a matter of seconds.
((Bah sorry for my
I'm not sure if this can be the end of this RP or if I shall continue. We also could start another one with them another day? x3 I don't know? xD))
...Well, there wasn't much he
At least he'd had his beer, then. Sitting there for some hour or two on end wouldn't be too much of a trouble so long as he kept himself occupied with his mental music playlist and the phone in his jacket pocket. It wasn't too up-to-date, but at least here was Tetris or something...
Unless Jergens came by. That would be an entirely different chapter. But until then, he kept still, and quiet. Still, and quiet... just as before...
(( MORNING POST OF cute FAIL but you can time-skip or whatever here :'D AAA~ ))
(( THAT'S OKAY D8 <3333 Sure, we can stop there. Let me know if you ever want another RP with him then xD I promise there would be more action to it now that I've warmed up how to play him and such. hohoho ))
((Morning haha &hearts I
I surely want to RP with him again sometime x'3 I love him! Hehe))
"What the fuck do ya think
The tallest of all threee of them leaned next to the enterance frame, staring at Code with wide, seriously pissed eyes.
And he was grinning, too.
"I heard ya yell, got some meds from Mally, but... What did ya do to him, Cody?" he asked, almost spitting out each word of his question.
It had gotten a titch dark a while back, but his own chocolate eyes seemed to gleam in suppressed fury.
((LOLFAIL. Stupid school-work making me late >>;; Sorrysorry... wrote this with a textbook in my lap as I'm seriously cramming... fuuuuuuudge...))
(( D8 ah it's okay~! SCHOOL
--He jolted, though not visibly. It was more of a flinch since he hadn't expected a loud voice to disrupt his trance with toying about on his phone boredly, glancing widely over at Jergens with parted lips. "Oh."
Indifference.
He turned back to his phone, tucking that colored hair behind his ear again while thumbing through old texts to delete. Still as calm as ever so that movement wouldn't wake the blond, speaking just as quietly: "He fell asleep on my lap after having a health episode I had to calm, so stop assuming I did something wrong." Nonetheless, he shut the cell in order to slide it back into his pocket, staring off at the shade-darker sky signaling the threat of sunset. Already . . . ? Really?
"Did you want him?"
It was an open question, really. He blinked once at the eldest while settling a leather hand on the shortest one's shoulder to show his meaning, half wanting to get up and go home to settle an undoubtedly fretful Gabe over his all-morning absence and half wanting to stay, just... to be sure...
((Kaaay... Once again short
He paused, stiffening up slightly as he quickly made his way over to kneel next to the sleeping blonde. "Again?" he muttered, frowning a bit in worry, gently toying with the ends of Faith's hair. "This is the third time this week..." he mumbled, keeping his own rasping voice low.
Jealousy was tucked away in place of worry now, and he hated himself for that. Goddamn mofo had Faith on his lap. Ugh...
Hell yeah Jergens 'wanted him', but he wouldn't dare move Faith now in fear of waking him up. "He needs to sleep..." he murmured, looking up at Code with those same, yet slightly more docile eyes. "Ya have somewhere ya need to be?"
. . . Jergen's accent was
He could have just asked him to repeat the question, but he knew that'd just seem a mock even when it was a true mishearing. Having the tallest be even more pissed than he probably internally was already was out of the question. Besides, the fact that he wasn't taking Faith came to him as a sign that he'd have to stay put for a while longer with the rich, pretty boy.
...Whether he was to frown or smile at this prospect was unknown. All he could do was blink down at the form atop his thighs, blushing very lightly (near unseen) out of embarrassment more than anything. He had to admit he was getting stiff from having sat there for some hour or so. Or however long it was; he had no track of time out here, it simply seemed like hours. "Sorry."
Sorry? ... What the hell
...
What the hell was there to be sorry for? He knew he being an ass about it, but like it or not, good ol' 'Cody' had done his part in making sure that Faithykins hadn't hacked out his guts while he wasn't around. In a way, he kinda had the idea that this guy might not be able to understand his topsy-turvy speech habits, what with the fact that he was all 'oversea-y' and stuff.
"The shit are ya sorry fer, man? Guess I should thank ya fer savin' his hide..." he mumbled, taking a seat next to the other red-head to slowly drag Faith's limp form over to his own respective side, taking him by the lower legs and hooking an arm around his chest. "So I'm gonna take a wild guess that I ain't seen the last of ya, right?" he asked, shifting the blonde's body to rest his own lap much like Code had, with only a few sleepy mumbles of protest from Faith himself.
As Jergens talked, Faith unconciously reached out a hand to clutch at Code's pantleg, clenching the fabric in a sort of death-grip.
Huh.
The taller of the three simply looked over and snorted in mild amusment. "Must be the red hair..." he muttered in mock bitterness.
I will have an interaction
Hm.
I will use Kahlan~ will you please pick yours?
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There wasn't really a reason
Then came Jergen's question, listening to it quietly as he very carefully and somewhat lovingly helped Faith's fingers off his pant leg.
Of course he understood the gesture, but he had to refuse being swayed by it so that Mr. Accent wouldn't get any ideas. Again.
"I'm not sure." Would they really meet again? He knew Faith would pop by some time after finding his address under the Kulpa name easily in a phone book, but as for Code seeing Jergens... he'd no clue where they were going to learn chess. Here or there. And even if it were here, it might be somewhere where they'd be alone again.
Standing in an exhaled sigh, Code finally managed the right to stretch and move away from the couple in order to gather his beer. There was a lot of reluctance in the way he moved, but it was still placid that he knew he had to go even without having said his goodbyes quite yet. Maybe it would be easier on Faith for him to wake up without the Lithuanian there, anyway.
It added mystery, and in this respect, if the blond really did want to keep up with his life, he'd chase him down for a fencing match.
"Hands to yourself, though," he joked, cocking a brow to the gritty one with an honest, crooked smile flicked over his shoulder. Jergens really wasn't so bad; he was just in love.
Twenty seconds later and he'd left the Bartleby estate completely.
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Sure, Miku~! o: I have all four available, really, but I'm already kinda late for school so I'll pick and then write an intro when I get back 8DDD *also looking for your bio pages*
Haha Okay my ice ice
Okay my ice ice baby.
I'm calling you that forever more!
Mick Kreiger: You Know You Love Me XOXO
Faith tried to sleepily
...
Huh...
"Sure~ Gotta keep it PG round here. 'Catch and release' hugging and all this shit." Jergens chuckled, watching 'Cody' take his leave with curious eyes, and saying nothing more. Not even a 'goodbye'. Why say goodbye when it was so obvious that they'd be seeing him around again?
((Lol I'm so bad at endings x'3 Hu... Thanks so much for that ;3; hehe~ ))
Aww 8'c
Don't worry Mick I haven't forgotten xD I shall write the intro when I find TIMEEEE anymore, guh
Don't worry, I'm a patient
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Fufu Likewise Dahlin' :B
((You don't have to rush for
Crybaby was sitting on the bench they had met last time, a long time ago. He sometimes just came here to this place after school, hoping to see his friend again... one of his only friends. But every time he waited here Sort never came.
He put his cold hands into the pockets of his jacket, hiding his lips and reddish nose behind the scarf because of the coldness. He wouldn't wait much longer anymore, he was freezing a bit, his cap only cowering his ears. His blue eyes, almost hidden behind white bangs, looked around, looking at people passing... but never seeing Sortsand anywhere.
Because Sortsand hadn't been
Somehow, his incubus had managed to take an impossible hold of his skin for an entire week, and even though he'd woken up this morning a bit surprised to find that he himself--our blue-eyed favorite--was "back", he was near-violently ill. Or, he had been, in the morning; he supposed his counterpart had completely abused his body with drinking since the room's floor was littered with alcohol cans moreso than usual.
And the stains on his bed . . . both clear and red strokes signaled he'd have to clean them. Dirty... why could the other at least respect the fact that he kept this place up and paid for it so that he could manage to live at all? Then maybe he wouldn't be trashing everything as he did.
Nonetheless, he felt settled and certain. His mare had gotten bored and was at rest, so the first thing on his mind was nagging him to leave and spy out their usual place despite it being an hour later than they usually met: Crybaby.
Really, the only person that kept him grounded and sane anymore.
He worried the other was worried, quickening his pace until he was just full-out running and maneuvering through people to make the destination that was that one bench.
A few more steps and it had come into sight. Slowing so that his pants would stop clouding the air so routinely, Sort pressed his lips together, taking both hands out of his warmer jacket's pockets to just wrap his arms around the boy. And nothing more for a good moment or two, just... embracing him...
Gradually, he sat beside Cry, tightening their hold until it was something almost borderline a hug that only lovers shared. "I'm so sorry," he muttered, keeping aqua eyes shut as he buried his head upon the Angel's shoulder. "I can't believe you still wait here at all after all this time, Cry..." Leaning back just enough so that he could pure into eyes his same color, the Danish male blinked, cocking his head with furrowed brows in earnest, flattered wonder. "Why would you bother...?"
He should be explaining himself, but at the moment, he was just stupefied to discover that his only companion was seriously keeping up their ritual of meeting at this one, lone spot after seven days...
What was the meaning of it? It was a huge help for Sort's comfort, of course, but he'd never been able to see the profit in it from Cry's side. Secretly, he felt an annoyance to the other, but he wasn't going to voice this. Not until he'd heard the answer to his ponder.
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((Baw ♥ I missed them
Crybaby was really worried for him... such a long time.
He wondered if Sort was okay, mainly because of the incubus. He didn't want anything bad happening to his friend.
Huh it was so cold, he shivered a bit, lowering his gaze to his feet. He maybe should go now...
... but he didn't hear the other one coming, being inattentive for a moment till someone suddenly hugged him.
"Sort?" he closed his eyes and shyly hugged him back, surprised to see him all of sudden. He kept silent for a moment and tightened his hug as well.
"Why shouldn't I? I was worrying for you and I..." he lowered his gaze a bit before he looked at the other's face again "I have missed you..." the smaller boy slightly grabbed Sort's jacket like a child. Like he didn't want him to disappear as quickly as he came.
"Are you alright? Did... something happen?" he wrinkled his eyebrows a bit "Why have you been away for so long..."
He let slip an involuntary
Maybe lost for a while like withdrawal, but not offended...
Thankfully, the number of people near the bench was pretty sparse, so he continued keeping Cry close to try and make up for how long they'd been apart. With lips in white hair to shut his tired eyes again, his accent came through a muffle, "You're really cold; we need to take you somewhere. Are you hungry?"
Odd question; he should have been asking that of himself, since his diet had sucked in the hands of his incubus. It was a surprise to find his stomach hadn't growled yet but that was probably because it had plenty of alcohol and nicotine to survive off of, as pathetic as this had been to admit for Sort--even mentally.
With one hand curled about Cry's and the other now stroking his back like a fretting father, Sort scanned about their surroundings in hope of being able to translate any English into something around the idea of cafe, or restaurant and, more generically, food. He just wanted to purchase something hot for this boy to keep him warm since his body heat probably wasn't any better. The symptoms of a mild cold were catching up just as fast to him as they already had the other.
He frowned in worry, he would
"You're my friend..."
"Mh... yes I think I am..." he smiled weakly, his stomach actually feeling quite empty. And he was still slightly shivering after sitting so long in the cold.
But he was happy that Sort was here now.
He loosened his grip a bit, following Sort's gaze.
While listening to Crybaby,
Their discussion was ended with a heart-felt kiss to this boy's cheek, eyes shut so that his raven-colored lashes brushed against paler skin as it was longingly placed. A few glances from passer-bys were ignored so that he could just soak in the feeling of being able to be close with someone like this when he wasn't drunk or taken over by those red irises...
Of course he had absolutely no idea just what his relationship with this Angel was. No doubt friends, but between that and being in love, he was clueless about where the line between was stepped over. That had been completely demolished ever since he found out all his other sexual impulses were in control of the demon curled up inside his stomach like some sort of burning coal always aglow. He wasn't sure anymore, and didn't much care--as long as he could be happy with somebody, what did status matter, right...?
"Chinese?" he blinked, leaning back as he stood to help Cry up. "I'll pay for everything as my treat, so don't be worrying about money--I just want you to warm up. I'd feel terrible otherwise for having you wait out here..."
Crybaby didn't expect this
What would Sithrim say if he had seen this, well good he hadn't. Jergens has done this too sometimes, though he was like his big brother. And Sort was...?
His best friend apart from Sith? Probably.
"Chinese?" he let Sort help him up "Sounds good." he smiled widely "And don't worry because of me waiting here..." he stuffed his colder hands into his pockets again and sniffed slightly. He really needed a warm place now.
. . . there was just a
Not now.
"I should probably learn how to cook someday of my life, huh? Then I could make you something on my own, but my kitchen doesn't even work." He sniffed, rubbing his nose a moment before giving a chortle. "It's the thought that counts, though, right? I'll make it up to you eventually."
Sort looked down to kick at a pebble, losing it as it skipped into the road after the first little punt. Oh, well. "I just need to find a job. But it's hard, considering I'm not even myself half the time--so I'd never make my shifts." Blinking with thickly-hooded eyes in though as he pressed two lips together, Sort gave a bump with his hip to Cry's side, peeking down at him as he returned to staying as bright as he could. "Do you work anywhere? Part-time?"
Just trying to make conversation, though he doubted it.
Besides, they were already there; Sort, ever the gentleman, pushed the door open for the other and stepped in after him in wait to be seated at a table. Only then did his stomach growl as he squinted to let blue eyes adjust in dimmer lighting, the scent of foreign food filling an empty hunger.
Crybaby didn't notice the
Hm yeah he could imagine it was hard to find a job for him... well he hoped Sort would find one soon nevertheless. And he hoped for him that the incubus didn't show up too much.
The white-haired boy giggled cutely at Sortsand's bump, slightly bumping him back.
"Oh I'm still going to school..." he murmured the answer while they already entered the restaurant. He slowly got in first, sitting down at a table. He had never been in a Chinese restaurant before, he remembered being in a Japanese one with Sithrim... though Sithrim didn't like sushi.
But this one seemed slightly different. His blue eyes looked around curiously, his stomach indicating him that he was feeling hungry as well now with this smell... mh.
"Ah well now I'm feeling really hungry." he chuckled, his gaze turning back towards the taller one sitting in front of him.
A smile. "Well, then. I'm
He knew wasabi was disgusting, but that was Japanese, right? Or were their really any differences? Asia wasn't his forte at all.
As he waited, though, blinking at the dish's descriptions, he took his napkin and absent-mindedly started folding a simple fortune-teller origami with it.
Crybaby just took coke... and
"Uhm... no I didn't. I have no idea what all this is..." he gave him an embarrassed smile too.
He then curiously tilted his head when Sort started folding the napkin in that very special way.
He opened his lips a bit and starred at it for a while, spellbound by it.
"What are you doing?"
...Chicken fried rice. That
"Hm?" came a curious grunt. He followed Cry's gaze with his eyes and blinked down at his handiwork before giving an embarrassed grin, shrugging, "Origami. I'm no good, though; I can't do anything complex. You've never seen this kind of stuff before?" Bewildered, he quickly finished the last few creases and folds to show how this certain fixture opened and closed with the movements of his fingers beneath it. To him, it was insanely simple, but the shocked pleasure it seemed to bring Cry was suddenly very worth the one minute it took to make. "You can have it," he chuckled. "You're supposed to write fortunes on the inside flaps and choices on the outsides to count by, but I never really believed in that kind of stuff. You could make something up for fun, if you wanted. I've had friends make really dirty ones and they're hilarious."
Maybe that was too much information, but he had to share that. It was one of the few things in life he could recall and he missed those moments.
"Origami?" he had never heard
He completely forgot about the meal, his eyes glued to this thing.
"No..." he has never seen this kind of stuff before.
His eyes started shining "I can? It looks really nice... and not really simple to me." he smiled widely, looking at it opening and closing with the movements of Sorts fingers. "Can you show me how to use it and write these... things on it?" he was so very curious for new stuff he discovered... getting amazed about such little things, like a child seeing a new toy.
"Sure," he smiled, leaning
"Anyway--does this sound alright...?" He pressed his lips together while suggesting the chicken fried rice on the menu, a plate described as being plenty big enough for two to share. He hoped this would hide the fact that he was being cheap--just a little bit!--because he didn't exactly have a full wallet. But he had plenty enough for that, at least... "If neither of us like it, we could always try something else," came a chuckle.
In the meantime, however, he didn't have much else to do in order to shave time away other than playing with his phone. Which seemed rude in front of company.
So, his only other option was to talk to Cry, and he made himself comfortable in order to do this while waiting for their waiter after a decision by meshing his fingers together, resting his chin atop joined hands with a cocked head.
"So, do you have a favorite class in school?"
"Hm... yes of course."
Crybaby happily moved this origami with his fingers for a while before he looked up.
"Hm? Oh I like learning new things in general but I think..." he looked up with a thoughtful gaze before his gaze lowered to meet Sort's again.
"... maybe... hm... no I definitely don't know." he giggled slightly.
"Well I like learning new languages, maths and physics too though it's sometimes difficult but it makes me curious. Biology too because I learn about nature and life... and I love geography, I always discover new countries and facts about the world... and arts too." he smiled widely.
"Hm... let's say, I kind of like everything. But mostly things I learn about the world."
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"That's quite the list," Sort grinned, rubbing at his cheek absentmindedly as he digested all that. "I'm surprised you like learning new languages, though; that stresses a lot of people out. I wish I could share how I transition from English to Danish, but I've forgotten how I learned them." With a shrug, he frowned, still extremely perplexed about how he could still remember both tongues yet not know how in the world he was taught one or the other.
Regardless, he didn't press the issue, and instead turned to find their waiter returning in preparation for their order of chicken fried rice. He left just as quickly to retrieve this plate, and Sortsand by then had returned his attention to Cry. "You didn't mention, math, though. I guess there's something we can both hate together, right?" Blue eyes blinked in a bell-like chuckle.
It was really nice to be able to sit here without a migraine. Being happy, and not swayed to let his devil side hatch out...
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"Danish? I never heard of that language..." he didn't know about many languages still, and it made him curious about how it sounded.
"Math? Ah well I like it..." he looked at the food the waiter put down on the table "... sometimes." he chuckled as well, looking at the other's face.
"It's just quite difficult when I don't really understand it... but I like it when I know how to do it." he grinned, smelling the chicken and rice. Ah it smelled so good, he couldn't wait... his stomach growling.