[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 2px solid #50A6C2; background:url(http://static.tumblr.com/jpxvt…y2u1r4o4lgo2_500.gif)left; height: 200px; width: 470px;]
[/fancypost]
[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid #000; letter-spacing: -2px; text-align: center; color: #739AC5; font-family: georgia; font-size: 30px; text-shadow: 3px 3px 3px black;]FLETCHER KNIGHT[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid #000; letter-spacing: 1px; text-align: center; color: #A9A9A9; font-family: Utsaah; margin-top: 5px; font-size: 14px; margin-left: -17px]"Fate has been cruel and order unkind, how could I have sent you away?”
♥ - ♥ - ♥[/fancypost][/fancypost]
[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid #000; width: 400px; text-align: justify; color: white; font-family: Utsaah;]
Fletcher tensed up a bit when the light was turned off. He pressed himself back against the couch cushions, as if trying to burrow himself in a bit. He pulled the covers close to his face, his skin forming goosebumps and his breath getting a little fast. His blue eyes stuck to the screen and he bit down on his bottom lip. "I-It's your favorite?" he swallowed. How? Just by hearing the title he was already scared to death. But before anything else could be said the movie started. The brunette continued to bite down on his lip and hold the blanket close, covering half of his face fearfully over his nose. As the movie went on, it became more and more evident that maybe he wasn't a big fan of scary movies.
[/fancypost]
ღ Crimson Red ღ (BXB) SEMI-ADVANCED!! {PAFP}
-
[fancypost bgcolor=; border: transparent; letter-spacing: 2px; text-align:center ; color: white; border-bottom: 1pt solid white; width: 400px;]♛Dallas Johnson♛"You are my sweetest downfall.."
[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; width: 400px; color: white; font-family: georgia; text-align: justify; font-size: 9pt;]
{OOC:}
IC: At first, Dallas just glanced at Fletcher with a smile. He wouldn't say it aloud, but the way Fletcher had burrowed himself within the blanket and couch cushions was just cute. Occasionally he would throw a glance towards his friend and look away before it noticed. "It is my favourite", Dallas added when he looked over. The way the light was coming from the TV cast a dim glow on Fletcher but it was just enough for him to be able to distinguish the looks on his face. The smile from Dallas' mouth fell and he but down on his lip. "I, um, can turn it off if you want..."
-
[fancypost bgcolor=; border: transparent; letter-spacing: 2px; text-align:center ; color: white; border-bottom: 1pt solid white; width: 400px;]♛Dallas Johnson♛"You are my sweetest downfall.."
[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; width: 400px; color: white; font-family: georgia; text-align: justify; font-size: 9pt;]
{OOC:}
IC: Dallas, you dick. Silently cursing himself, Dallas slid closer to Fletcher. "If you want me to turn it off, I will..", he murmured. Oh how it must have looked. He puts in a movie, terrified Fletcher and then asks permission to turn it off. If he could have slapped himself, he would have. Gazing at Fletcher, he couldn't help but notice the boy was shaking but it couldn't have been because he was cold. "Hey now..", Dallas said quietly. Spotting more, he slid a comforting arm around Fletcher's shoulders. Nothing occurred to me, Dallas just felt the need- and want- to pull him closer.
i had too -
[fancypost bgcolor=; border: transparent; letter-spacing: 2px; text-align:center ; color: white; border-bottom: 1pt solid white; width: 400px;]♛Dallas Johnson♛"You are my sweetest downfall.."
[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; width: 400px; color: white; font-family: georgia; text-align: justify; font-size: 9pt;]
{OOC:} THE FEELS MAN
IC: Dallas himself jumped, but not from the sounds of the TV. "Shi-..", he began only to catch himself when he felt Fletcher. It was more like a rock barreling into his chest, just in Fletcher form. He didn't react for a moment, much to shocked at the other coming to him. But he quickly regained himself and instantly dropped his arms around Fletcher's lower back to hold him close. "It's just a movie, Fletch..", he said quietly.
-
[fancypost bgcolor=; border: transparent; letter-spacing: 2px; text-align:center ; color: white; border-bottom: 1pt solid white; width: 400px;]♛Dallas Johnson♛"You are my sweetest downfall.."
[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; width: 400px; color: white; font-family: georgia; text-align: justify; font-size: 9pt;]
{OOC:}
IC: "Oh Fletcher, no.." Going against his better judgment, Dallas reached out for him again in an attempt to pull him close again. "I should have turned it off, I'm sorry. I'm such a dumbass.." He had seen the look on Fletcher's face when calling the movie out, but he hadnt thought much of it at the time. The movie slipped his mind and he ran his fingers in a circle around the small of Fletcher's back. His own mother had used the technique to soothe him as a little kid. "Just relax..", Charlie added in a soft tone.
-
[fancypost bgcolor=; border: transparent; letter-spacing: 2px; text-align:center ; color: white; border-bottom: 1pt solid white; width: 400px;]♛Dallas Johnson♛"You are my sweetest downfall.."
[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; width: 400px; color: white; font-family: georgia; text-align: justify; font-size: 9pt;]
{OOC:}
IC: "Fletcher... Stop.." Dallas asked quietly. How could he say things like that about himself? "You're just afraid. It's okay.." He couldn't nor wouldn't admit aloud, but something about the situation was strangely... Pleasing to him. Fletcher's weight, though not much, felt good against him. Dallas linked his fingers together around Fletcher looked down at him. "You're not pathetic, Fletch, don't say that. I want you as my friend and I like you because.." Trailing off, Dallas bit his lip and looked away for a moment. If there was ever a time to out himself, that was just as good as maybe. Maybe not the most appropriate, but still good. "Because I like you.." Dallas emphasized softly.
-
[fancypost bgcolor=; border: transparent; letter-spacing: 2px; text-align:center ; color: white; border-bottom: 1pt solid white; width: 400px;]♛Dallas Johnson♛"You are my sweetest downfall.."
[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; width: 400px; color: white; font-family: georgia; text-align: justify; font-size: 9pt;]
{OOC:}
IC: Well, atleast his entire comment had gone unnoticed. Dallas shifted again Fletcher and sighed quietly. Raising one hand, he he placed a finger under Fletcher's chin to tilt it up before smiling at him. "Yes Fletcher. I want to be your friend", he repeated. Taking his other hand, Dallas flicked away a tear on his friends cheek before placing it once more onto his back. "If I didn't want you as my friend, do you think I would try so hard to spend time with you", he added with a hint of a smile.
-
[fancypost bgcolor=; border: transparent; letter-spacing: 2px; text-align:center ; color: white; border-bottom: 1pt solid white; width: 400px;]♛Dallas Johnson♛"You are my sweetest downfall.."
[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; width: 400px; color: white; font-family: georgia; text-align: justify; font-size: 9pt;]
{OOC:}
IC: "Wh-.. No", Dallas reacted immediately, dropping both arms back around him. "I don't want you to leave, Fletcher." A soft sigh made its way from between his lips. "You haven't ruined my night by a long shot. I want you here with me." He didn't want Fletcher leaving, especially not when he was scared the way he was, granted that was Dallas' own fault. "And my parents", he added quickly,"I want you to stay. " Dallas chewed his lip nervously, his arms involuntarily tightening around Fletcher.
-
[fancypost bgcolor=; border: transparent; letter-spacing: 2px; text-align:center ; color: white; border-bottom: 1pt solid white; width: 400px;]♛Dallas Johnson♛"You are my sweetest downfall.."
[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; width: 400px; color: white; font-family: georgia; text-align: justify; font-size: 9pt;]
{OOC:}
IC: "Ive already said it three times that I do", Dallas responded with a slight smile. "It's just a movie, Fletcher, it's no big deal. Spiders freak me out", he added. Despite what Fletcher what must be feeling, he personally thought the whole thing was rather nice, aside from him being scared.
-
[fancypost bgcolor=; border: transparent; letter-spacing: 2px; text-align:center ; color: white; border-bottom: 1pt solid white; width: 400px;]♛Dallas Johnson♛"You are my sweetest downfall.."
[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; width: 400px; color: white; font-family: georgia; text-align: justify; font-size: 9pt;]
{OOC:} xD it's really okay ^^
IC: The loss he felt when Fletcher moved away was threatening to overwhelm Dallas. It was a simple thing, but one that he enjoyed much more than he dare to admit. When Fletcher was situated, Dallas sat up a little straighter and allowed his hand to go run through his hair in a nervous gesture. "Uh.. Lemme get this..", he finally muttered. From the coffee table, Dallas took the remote and muted the movie before glancing back to Fletcher. "Maybe we should go see how dinner is coming? It's probably nearly ready.." Dallas smiled at him, his fingers picking nervously into the corner of the blanket that had been covering Fletcher's smaller form.
-
[fancypost bgcolor=; border: transparent; letter-spacing: 2px; text-align:center ; color: white; border-bottom: 1pt solid white; width: 400px;]♛Dallas Johnson♛"You are my sweetest downfall.."
[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; width: 400px; color: white; font-family: georgia; text-align: justify; font-size: 9pt;]
{OOC:}
spaztic rollingIC: Dallas was still for a moment, his mind wandering back to the quick scene earlier. It was entirely unexpected and he probably should have nudged Fletcher away, but seeing the terror on his face- which he had caused- was enough to hold and keep him in place. "M'coming..", he finally mumbled. He shook his head as he stood up, but flashed his friend a smile. Coming into the kitchen, Dallas felt the corners of his mouth began to water. No one in the English speaking world could cook as good as her and he always made sure he let her know. "Smells good, mom." With the words, he prodded her engorged belly, pulling a squeak from her.