Posts by aiko

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; font-size: 8pt; font-family: georgia; color: white; width: 450px;]that's actually a-okay with me. supernatural creatures are my thing
we can elaborate more on the plot if you like and settle things out, or just jump to the rp if that's what you prefer? also i totally don't mind making the thread because i lowkey love making them sssh

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; font-size: 8pt; font-family: georgia; color: white; width: 450px;]oooh yeah we should probably figure that out. i'd say they could just bump into each other but?? that's p lame. also, it kinda depends on their age too. like if they were college-aged, they share a class or bump into each other at party, but i mean there are a ton of options.

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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 430px; font-size: 20px; text-align: justify; font-family: ms mincho; line-height: 11px; margin-top: -4px;]✧ — THEO K. FÖRESTER[/fancypost]
[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 410px; height: 5px; font-size: 11px; text-align: justify; font-family: ms mincho; line-height: 11px; margin-top: -6px; text-transform: uppercase;]And the scars that mark my body, they’re silver and gold
My blood is a flood of rubies, precious stone
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 410px; font-size: 9px; text-align: justify; line-height: 11px; margin-top: 8px;][hr]Theo wasn't sure how long he drove, but he knew it had to have been awhile because by the time he'd decided that maybe it was time to pull over the sun was already starting to rise, smearing the sky with shades of pink and pale orange and wintry blue. If he hadn't been so worked up on adrenaline and stress, he probably would've found it pretty. Gawking at sunrises wasn't his biggest concern at the moment though. They were already a ways out from their place, and honestly Theo had no idea where they were. He just knew that if he didn't find a place to stop soon, that there was a ninety-eight percent chance that he'd probably settle for pulling over and falling asleep because he was beyond exhausted.

The majority of their little roadtrip so far had been spent in silence, what with Cyrus sleeping. Theo would occasionally see him stir or hear him mumble something incoherent, but other than that nothing. Not that he was complaining. He wanted him to sleep, he needed to sleep. Besides, it made things easier for Theo in the long run. It gave him the time to recollect himself and actually think about what he was doing, what he was dragging Cyrus into. However, not once had he considered turning. He just kept going. What was there to go back to after all? Nothing that was important to him, that was for sure.

Then again, when Theo thought about it, the only bad thing about his life had been his brother. If you took Emory out of the picture, everything would have been fine. He excelled in school, he was a pretty damn decent looking person, and it wasn't like Cyrus was his only friend. Definitely his closest and most important, but not his only. Then again, Theo normally didn't label the other with the term 'friend.' Cyrus was Cyrus. Besides, if anything, he was his best friend, and there was a difference. Now he really wasn't sure what to think of their relationship, but he guessed they could woro that out later.

In the short time they had had, they'd managed to cover a lot of ground much to Theo's relief. Definitely over a hundred miles, and he was perfectly fine with that result. It would take awhile before anyone noticed they were missing. Emory wouldn't care, Cyrus's parents weren't around to notice, and he doubted the school would think much about their absense until later in the week. They could be halfway across the country by then. Distance was pretty key right now to put it plainly.

He was halfway through some bigass city when he found a motel that looked decent enough to spend the night in (day in?), and Theo didn't even think twice before hooking a right and sliding into the parking lot. There weren't too many other cars, so he was hoping that meant there were rooms in surplus. Not that he was going to be picky. There were only two of them, they didn't need much room. With that, he threw his car into park and turned it off, quietly sliding out of the driver's seat and heading towards the main lobby.

The little neon sign that read 'VACANCY' in flashy green letters was enough to give him some kind of hope, and much to his surprise the lady at the front was actually incredibly sweet. Within a span of maybe a few minutes, he had their room key and was rushing back to the car. Opening up the backseat to grab their bags, he then easily slung them both over his shoulder before moving back up to the front seat and reaching over to carefully shake Cyrus awake. "Hey," he soothed, trying not too jostle him too much as he did so.[hr][/fancypost]
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; font-size: 8pt; font-family: georgia; color: white; width: 450px;]haha it's fine. prom is hella exhausting so i get it.

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When he finally reached Tadashi, Hikaru then pulled off a signature half-smile, amusement flashing in his bright eyes at the other's dramatic act. "Wow, you sound excited," he sneered. Then again, even Hikaru himself couldn't find the motivation to act all jumpy about summer vacation. Don't get him wrong, he was pumped, but school had a way of completely draining him, and that was really all there was to. "Yeah, totally," he nodded in agreement, partially because cookies were mentioned, and food was always good. Even if the blond really didn't look it, he had a habit of constantly going for junk food; he supposed his dangerously high metabolism was the only reason he stayed thin. Well, lean really. Hikaru wasn't skinny per se; he had some bulk to him, some muscle, but it wasn't exactly significant enough to take any major notes on.

Aside from that, Tadashi's place always beat his own. His house was just... lonely. It was a nice enough place, practically a mansion really, but what with his older sisters away at college and his parents off on some business trip again, it was hauntingly quiet, and Hikaru honestly didn't like spending his time lounging around within it. He didn't like to be alone; he was the type of person that craved attention and had to have someone to talk to, and his cat did not count.

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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 430px; font-size: 20px; text-align: justify; font-family: ms mincho; line-height: 11px; margin-top: -4px;]✧ — THEO K. FÖRESTER[/fancypost]
[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 410px; height: 5px; font-size: 11px; text-align: justify; font-family: ms mincho; line-height: 11px; margin-top: -6px; text-transform: uppercase;]And the scars that mark my body, they’re silver and gold
My blood is a flood of rubies, precious stone
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 410px; font-size: 9px; text-align: justify; line-height: 11px; margin-top: 8px;][hr]Theo leaned back as Cyrus began to stir, carefully watching him with light blue eyes as his knees dug into the seat. Hearing the other apologize, he then shook his head, "You're fine." It wasn't like they were trying to meet some kind of deadline. They had time, and granted, he was tired, and he wanted to go, but he didn't mind waiting. Cyrus had a right to be tired, they both did; it had been a stressful and hellaciously long night, Theo wouldn't have expected anything less of him in all honesty. Besides, he wasn't fatigued to the point of agitation; that was a ways off. No, at that point he was just so tired that his teeth felt numb and his eyes kind of hurt, but he'd survive.

After locking the car, Theo adjusted the bag straps that were digging into the junction of his shoulder before glancing over at Cyrus. "It's around six now, so you were out for at least a good three hours," he mused. They had left before three, but Theo hadn't even gotten to Cyrus's house until two, so he wasn't sure on the precise timing, but it was something like that. "Um, I don't really know if you want me to be honest," Theo admitted, rubbing the nape of his neck awkwardly. They would find out eventually, but for the time being that honesty wasn't one of his primary concerns. Well, it would be later on when they were deciding where to go, but that didn't matter at the moment. Rest was way more important in his humble opinion.

Theo led the way into the little motel, not exactly bothered by the fact that Cyrus was slacking a bit. He'd just woken up, and if the blond had to guess he was probably still half-asleep. Regardless, Theo kept a leisure pace for the other's sake, occasionally glancing back at him with soft blue eyes before glancing up ahead again. At least they didn't have to walk up like twenty flights of stairs to get to their room. It was a single floor building, one that looked relatively decent and clean albeit old. Plus it had been a cheap place to stay, and money was eventually going to be a big issue so he was already rationing it.

Holding the front door open for Cyrus to step inside first, he then yawned quietly, running a hand through his messy hair before starting to trail behind the other, only to perk up when he said to lead the way. Right, he was the only who knew the room number and had the key. Stepping ahead of Cyrus with a few easy strides, he rolled the key in between his knuckles before nodding. "Yeah." Of course he was going to sleep. Otherwise he probably wouldn't have stopped. "Yeah, definitely."

As they reached the end of the hall, Theo stopped at one of the last room to right before quickly unlocking the door and pushing it open. Greeted by the smell of clean sheets, he then sighed and stepped inside, gently placing their bags down by the door that he presumed led to the bathroom. His ice blue eyes then looked up, and-- and there was only one bed. Well, that was... inconvenient, but maybe he should've been a little more specific when he asked if there were any rooms available. Then again, he hadn't exactly been in any position to be picky. "I... I can sleep in the chair," he then offered before anything else was said, leisurely stretching his arms into the air. They'd shared a bed before, but that was when they were like twelve, and Theo liked to think that there was a significant difference between then and now.
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same bc i'm tired af ugh[hr][/fancypost]
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 430px; font-size: 20px; text-align: justify; font-family: ms mincho; line-height: 11px; margin-top: -4px;]✧ — THEO K. FÖRESTER[/fancypost]
[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 410px; height: 5px; font-size: 11px; text-align: justify; font-family: ms mincho; line-height: 11px; margin-top: -6px; text-transform: uppercase;]And the scars that mark my body, they’re silver and gold
My blood is a flood of rubies, precious stone
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 410px; font-size: 9px; text-align: justify; line-height: 11px; margin-top: 8px;][hr]"I don't know how, it's felt like six hours to me," he sighed dramatically. Driving wasn't exactly the most exciting of tasks though. Besides it wasn't like Theo was complaining. He didn't particularly like driving, but he wasn't about to let Cyrus do it because it was his car, and that bucket of rust and bolts was his baby. Then again, when you paid for something yourself you tended to be more careful with it, and Theo guessed that was the case now. "Tomorrow. We can figure it out tomorrow," he assured. Whenever they woke up in morning-- well, later that day anyway-- they could figure everything out, but right now Theo just wanted some desperately needed sleep.

In spite of the room's, erm, "cozy" size, from what Theo could see it appeared to be pretty decent. It was clean and quiet, save for the sound of the air conditioner that was buzzing softly over towards the windoe, but that wouldn't bother him. The color palette was nice and simple, and holy fuck did that bed look tempting with its beige comforter and mountain of pillows. Like the rest of the room though, it was small. Not quite a full, but he really didn't want to call it a queen-sized mattress either. Maybe like... a mini-queen? Whatever, it didn't matter. The point was one small bed was somewhat problematic.

Glancing over at the other when he bothered to argue (which was a lost cause because Theo was as persistent as they came) Theo then narrowed his eyes before parting his lips, just about to retort when Cyrus suggested that they could share to bed. He frowned, looking over at the bed for a second or two. "If you're cool with it..." he muttered. He really didn't know how well that would work out, but he guessed it was worth a shot. "There's a ninety-seven percent chance that I'll shove you onto the floor though," he warned with a hint of amusement although he really wasn't kidding. That bed was small, and Theo was a little too tall. With that being said, leg room was essential, and if he did knock Cyrus off... then at least he'd tried to warn him.

Stepping over towards the bed, he covered the distance in three long strides before heavily sitting down on the side of the mattress. Much to his dismay, it squeaked under his weight. Okay, so they were dealing with a spring mattress. Even better. "Please tell me you don't move around a lot in your sleep," he said, nearly groaning at the thought. The gentle hum if the A/C wouldn't keep him up, but the creaking of the springs underneath him definitely would. Regardless he guessed he would have to deal with it. It wasn't like they were staying in a five-star hotel after all.[hr][/fancypost]
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 430px; font-size: 20px; text-align: justify; font-family: ms mincho; line-height: 11px; margin-top: -4px;]✧ — THEO K. FÖRESTER[/fancypost]
[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 410px; height: 5px; font-size: 11px; text-align: justify; font-family: ms mincho; line-height: 11px; margin-top: -6px; text-transform: uppercase;]And the scars that mark my body, they’re silver and gold
My blood is a flood of rubies, precious stone
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 410px; font-size: 9px; text-align: justify; line-height: 11px; margin-top: 8px;][hr]"That probably has something to do with it," he mused. It really hadn't been a terribly awful drive though. At such an ungodly hour, even the interstate was practically empty, and that meant Theo had had time to think rather than deal with traffic. That and they moved faster. Besides there was something eerily peaceful about driving at night or at least to him. Maybe it was just because the nighttime had captured him as a whole from an early age, but it was arguably his favourite time of the day. He was a night owl for sure, but at that exact moment he really wasn't feeling it, not when his eyelids felt like lead. Anyways, tomorrow was the day that really mattered, and Theo didn't plan to concern himself too much until then.

Admittedly, Theo wasn't worried about it being so much awkward as it would be uncomfortable. He didn't really have a bubble per se, and if someone entered his personal space that was fine. It was just... that bed was barely big enough for him alone, and he really didn't know how well that would work out. Long story short, he really didn't want to accidentally kick Cyrus out of the bed, but he probably would. Literally, his legs were hellaciously long. "Then I'd start now," he retorted, but it was lighthearted, a gentle remark.

"That sounds awfully sketchy because normally when someone says 'I think' that means they do," he said, pressing a hand down on the mattress which elicited yet another crescendo of creaks and whines. Then again, neither of them would probably have much room to roll around in the first place, let alone rattle around enough to jostle the bed. "Even if I did, I don't think I'd have the room to move in the first place," he insisted, gesturing towards the bed as a whole. As Cyris lied down, Theo quickly realized that oh, yeah, this whole scenario had the potential to be extremely awkward given the wrong set of words or the slightest miscalculation of movement. Well, so much for not dwelling on the whole personal space thing.

Shifting slightly, he then weaseled under the covers, turning so he could face towards the door and not Cyrus which he guessed made it a little better but not really because Theo could still tell that he was quite literally right there. They weren't touching, but he could practically sense it, and... he guessed he'd have to live with it. "G'night," he murmured in return, tucking an arm under his head before finally settling down. He was out in a matter of moments.
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i was goNNA SAY THE SAME THING LIKE
they need to get close and just
awkward cuddling yes pls i agree 110%
besides it's kinda inevitable bc admittedly when u sleep in the same bed w someone ur gONNA move closer to them don't u lie[hr][/fancypost]
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 430px; font-size: 20px; text-align: justify; font-family: ms mincho; line-height: 11px; margin-top: -4px;]✧ — THEO K. FÖRESTER[/fancypost]
[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 410px; height: 5px; font-size: 11px; text-align: justify; font-family: ms mincho; line-height: 11px; margin-top: -6px; text-transform: uppercase;]And the scars that mark my body, they’re silver and gold
My blood is a flood of rubies, precious stone
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 410px; font-size: 9px; text-align: justify; line-height: 11px; margin-top: 8px;][hr]Surprisingly enough, Theo had slept pretty well, and stayed asleep at that. Maybe it was just the aftereffect of everything that had happened, but once he'd blacked out, it had stayed that way. Not that he was complaining. Sleep was pretty essential at the moment and definitely not something he would ever protest. Waking up, however, was a different story. For what it mattered, Theo was slow to rise, and even slower to make sense of his surroundings, so when his ice blue eyes cracked open, he was confused to say the least.

After taking a minute to recall the events that had played out the night before, he then sighed and settled back down into the mattress. Right, Emory, running away, motel... and Cyrus. Speaking of his best friend, it very quickly became apparent to Theo that they were a lot closer than they had been the night before. A lot closer. As in they were pressed together, Cyrus had his head against his chest, and Theo had an arm thrown around his shoulders, probably something he'd done in a fleeting moment of semi-consciousness when he hadn't really been able to notice what he was doing.

He really wasn't... complaining though. The other was warm and fit nicely against hin, kind of like a puzzle piece, so there wasn't much to hate on. It was painfully awkward, but far from uncomfortable, so he guessed that was always good. Then again, maybe he should've foreseen it considering they'd been sleeping within such close proximity of each other. Moving closer to each other was a bit inevitable in the granf scheme of things. However, he hadn't expected to wake up cuddling his best friend. It just-- well, it hadn't been in the agenda, okay?

Being so close and tangled up together also made things a tiny bit difficult as far as getting out of went. Theo was just about as close as he could get to Cyrus, and he had no idea how light of a sleep the other was. Then again, he'd slept through the entire car ride up to the motel, so... he definitely couldn't have been that sensitive to movement. With a quiet sigh, he then slowly squirmed out of the other's grip, trying not to disturb him to much as he managed to make his way out from under rhe sheets, planting his feet firmly on the floor once he was finally free. Without a second thought, he then sped off to the bathroom. Shower first, mindless thoughts later.
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bless their hearts
awkward cuddling is my favourite
just fluff in general is my favourite
plus these two are rly cute and i just u g h[hr][/fancypost]
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; font-size: 8pt; font-family: georgia; color: white; width: 450px;]fern didn't hate a lot of things. for the most part, he was a pretty open-minded person and could understand most concepts presented to him. however, if he despised anything, it was waking up, and anyone who had ever had the displeasure of trying to get him up before eight knew that because he did not let them forget easily; he didn't yell or complain, but he did give hardcore silent treatments and his glares could be pretty mean sometimes. long story short, waking him up was a big no-no, and unless it was a life or death situation, it was best for all parties unless someone wanted to lose an arm in the process of actually trying to do so. he just really liked sleep, alright? most nights he was out until two or three in the morings, sometimes even later, and when he had to get up at seven at least four days a week, it was a tiny bit.. irritating to say the least. to keep it short and sweet, he felt like he had every right in the world to be pissy when he actually did wake up, even when it was on his own account. and he was. he defiantly was.

so when he actually did start to stir, it was a bit agitating to say the least.

as previously mentioned, fern didn't like waking up to begin with, slow to rise and even slower to make sense of the sights gradually filtering into his vision. his skin felt clammy against the sheets; a pillow was smushed against the back of his head, bent presumably in half against his neck, and-- okay, wow, not his room. definitely not his room, and it took him a good three minutes before he was able to recall the events of last night. right, right. double shift, harley, and then bed. with all of his memories pieced together, the pale-haired male then sighed, shifting slightly under the covers even though there wasn't much room to move. he guessed his brain had figured it'd been a good idea to literally tangle himself up in the sheets, successfully trapping him in the mass of blankets. it would take a little time to weasel himself out anyway.

blinking blearily, fern wriggled an arm out from the blankets, only half-wrenching the pillow from his face, just enough to tap his phone screen make out the 3:52 glinting white against the dimly lit room (he was sure that was only thanks to the curtains though considering how late in the afternoon it was), along with a few messages he'd neglected to read. groaning, he then lifted up slightly, only to realize that he wasn't alone and that his boyfriend's arm- which he'd previously neglected to notice- was holding him in place. humming in slight discontent, mostly because it felt stuffy under the covers now, fern then made a valiant effort to pull himself when harley began to stretch. nice to know that the other was at least awake.

he peeled himself off of the bed and pushed the sheets down to his waist, rising from the mattress like a mummy. the bed head he sported was monster to be reckoned with, and it made a glossy halo around the crown of his head. there was no point in even trying to fix it considering a shower was probably the only thing that would. running a few fingers through his messy locks just wasn't going to cut it now. pushing that thought away, he then reached back, fingers grazing the headboard as he stretched, back arching into a near perfect C while his already pronounced ribcage pressed up against the front of his shirt. he was flexible like that, pliant and relaxed. when his spine cracked though, he settled back down with a comfortable sigh before leaning up against the headboard of the bed itself. the kinks in his neck groaned in protest, and he dug the heels of his palms into his eyes in an attempt to wake himself up although he wasn't doing the best of jobs so far.

fern never really bothered to take notes on what he looked like moments after waking up, but he knew it couldn't have been too good. his hair was messy, he could barely form a coherent sentence, and if he had to guess there were probably dark circles under his eyes too from the lack of sleep. whatever, he'd get his aesthetics back eventually. it would just take a little time. finally, he dragged his gaze back over to harley, almost having completely forgotten that his boyfriend was even there. "hi," he said, voice rasp and soft from sleep, having lost its honey-like texture. "have you been asleep this entire time? what happened to being productive?" he asked with a quiet, chime-like laugh, although it was as light-hearted as his remarks could come.

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yeees join the lazy side
what a perfect boyfriend bless his heart
also ssssh all of your posts are goals sssh

yEAH COME ON OVER
i'm a lowkey asshole, but it's an endearment thing i swear

lmao tru tho
like i wouldn't even cry at my own wedding but i'll definitely cry over one between two fictional characters god bless 'em
okay alright sounds good
but omg poor harley tho?? like what did he do to deserve any of that. poor child, someone get him some decent parents

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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 430px; font-size: 20px; text-align: justify; font-family: ms mincho; line-height: 11px; margin-top: -4px;]✧ — THEO K. FÖRESTER[/fancypost]
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My blood is a flood of rubies, precious stone
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 410px; font-size: 9px; text-align: justify; line-height: 11px; margin-top: 8px;][hr]Admittedly, Theo hadn't felt that uneasy with being so close to Cyrus. Maybe a bit awkward, but he hadn't immediately wanted to move away or push the other back (he wouldn't have done the latter at all but still.) He guessed that wasn't totally unbelievable though. They were tight, it wasn't like he wouldn't be able to get over an accidental cuddle session. In fact, he'd probably forget about it in a few hours. It really wasn't that big of a deal. Cyrus had slotted up nicely against him though. And he'd been warm. Plus he smelled good, and he was kind of cute when he was asleep, and-- he needed to stop.

It was pretty obvious that they had some feelings to work out, but Theo figured they would get to that eventually. It wasn't like they didn't have more important tasks to tend to after all, but... that thought was slowly eating at the back of his mind. When he had spilled about his feelings the night before, he was pretty sure they had been returned on Cyrus's side, or at least that was what he'd gotten from the other's reaction. It was mutual, right? That was what it seemed like anyway. Regardless he could deal with that later.

Theo wasn't sure how long he spent in the bathroom, but he was pretth sure it was at least a good thirty minutes considering hot showers were nice. Still, he eventually forced himself to get out and dry off, quickly changing into a new set of clothes that he'd snatched up before going inside. Sighing, he continued to towel his haie dry even after nudging the bathroom door open with his feet, his pale eyes locking on Cyrus for just a moment before travelling elsewhere. "I didn't expect for you to actually be up yet," he huffed, still desperately trying to dry his mess of platinum blond hair. He just really didn't like having it soaking wet, okay?

Looking over to where he had left his phone on the nightstand the night before, he sighed in faint irritation when he noticed that it had been left unplugged before hastily walking over to grab it. When he touched the home button, the screen lit up and the numbers 2:37 glowed. They'd slept that long? Damn. After plugging his phone up (which took a good few minutes since he had to hunt down his charger) he then moved to turn the TV on, just to have some background noise before retreating back to the bed and sitting down at the foot of it. "We probably need to figure out where we are, and where we're going," he suggested, looking over towards the other now.[hr][/fancypost]
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 430px; font-size: 20px; text-align: justify; font-family: ms mincho; line-height: 11px; margin-top: -4px;]✧ — THEO K. FÖRESTER[/fancypost]
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My blood is a flood of rubies, precious stone
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Humming faintly, he then mused, "I wouldn't have been surprised if you had. Last night was pretty hectic." No thanks to Theo, but the bottom line was the night before had been stressful for both parties. At least everything had cooled down since then. Granted, Theo was still running on adrenaline considering their situation hadn't quite sank in yet, but he figured it was only a matter of time before his brain kicked into gear. Everything would be good after that, but for now the shock and rush of it all was still fresh in his mind, as fresh as the cuts and bruises that marked his body.

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Speaking of bruises though, his cheek kind of hurt, but at least it wasn't terribly noticeable. His side however was a different story, considering it wasn't exactly ideal to be shoved into a counter by someone much stronger than yourself. Theo knew a good half of the skin down his right side was mottled with purple and blue and black, essentially turned into a painter’s palette of damaged tissue, but it wasn't like he could do much about it. Some vicodin would've been nice, but it wasn't like they were going to find heavy prescription painkillers just lying around, so he guessed he'd have to suck it up and go with the flow of things.

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With his shoulders slouched and heavy, Theo yawned, elbow on his knee and chin in his hand as he looked over at Cyrus who was now seated in the chair which didn't look all too comfortable for the record. Now he was kind of glad that they had decided to share a bed... "At least a hundred... I was speeding the whole way up here," he chuckled even though it was a quiet sound. At the time though, driving ninety up th interstate had seemed like a good idea considering everything that had previously happened. It was a miracle that he hadn't been caught, but Theo wasn't complaining.

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"That's... good, I guess," he said casually, voice still thick with sleep. His accent was heavier too, but he always sounded rougher after waking up, and it took him about an hour or two to adjust. "Well," Theo started, pale blue eyes finding interest in the floor before trailing back up to Cyrus and locking on the other with mild interest. "Where do you want to go?" Theo asked him. Might as well give him the chance to voice his opinion, considering they were apparently going to be working as a team from now on. It was honestly kind of nice though, having Cyrus there that is. Theo definitely didn't regret letting him tag along anyway (even though they both knew that even if he'd said no, Cyrus probably still would've weaseled his way into coming somehow.)

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sounds real enough to me whoops
also i'm finally done w school and i just
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; font-size: 8pt; font-family: georgia; color: white; width: 450px;]With his head resting up against the headboard, Fern absentmindedly tugged at the sheets out of habit, half-lidded eyes still stuck on Harley. "S'not very productive of you," he scolded, but it was gentle, so gentle, and Fern didn't really think that he had it in him to say that he'd wasted his time even if his words would have been playful. It was kind of nice to know that Harley had stayed around considering Fern always slept better with him than without him. "You're a sap. I doubt I was that cute when I was passed out and drooling on your pillows." The words were sweet though, and he appreciated that. He always did.

Admittedly, Fern really did enjoy all of the affection he received from the other. It was one of the things that he liked most about being in his company because quite frankly he was a hopeless romantic, and he liked that kind of thing. Soppy? Definitely, but he honestly was not complaining. How, that didn't change the fact that he could be somewhat irritable in the mornings, and not a single one of his boyfriend's sweet nothings were going to change. Still, he did his best to save Harley from any of his post-wake up wrath. Snapping at the other would've made him feel godawful, especially when he didn't even deserve it; come to think of it, he'd never really gotten mad at him. They'd argued before, but it was nothing that ever got terribly out of hand; that was bound to happen though. Fern had never been upset because of him though, and he supposed that was a good. A very, very good thing. Feeling a slight weight rest against his leg, he glanced down only to smile faintly. Wordlessly tangling a hand in the other's hair, he then hummed, mindlessly toying with the dark locks.

"You're not going to let me tell you otherwise, are you?" he asked, a fond sigh slipping past his lips. Food did sound tempting though, he wasn't going to lie, especially considering he had eaten in... well, awhile. "It's a little late to be calling it breakfast though, don't you think?" However, pancakes sounded awfully tempting, and they were easy enough to make. Besides, breakfast was always good, it didn't matter what it was. "Or we could make something together. I think I'd rather help than watch you kill over a stove," he said softly. The other had good intentions though, Fern knew at least that much, and he was sure that he wasn't going to let him talk him out of cooking this time around which really wasn't the worst of things. He needed the calories.

It wasn't that Fern didn't eat- hell, he ate enough for ten people- but more so the fact that he had an overactive metabolism that just did not know how to slow down, and that resulted in him being a bit underweight to say the least. Not that he was skin and bones, but he really wasn't where he needed to be, not for his height and age. He was just... thin. Really thin. His collarbone was painfully visible, and his hip bones were prominent, and it wouldn't have been hard to count his ribs, but there wasn't really much anyone could do about it; it was just the way things were.

With subtle ease, he then leaned over, pressing a quick peck to his lover's forehead before sliding out of bed, sweatpants hanging obnoxiously low on his hips as he took a moment to stretch. "Let's get to it then." He didn't even wait before slipping out of the door and into the hallway, making an immediate beeline for the kitchen. Considering he knew the home like the back of his hand, it took him a staggering ten seconds to find his way there, and with that he got to work on collecting ingredients from the cupboards and pantry which wasn't horrible, but there was always the occasional item that he could never reach. In this case it happened to be the flour that was resting happily on the top shelf that he had literally no hope of reaching unless he climbed on the counter, and he really didn't feel like breaking his neck on that specific day. He could just wait for Harley.

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but it's okay!! bc fern is giving af tbh
but u see that's where ur wrong bc they're not now hush (-:

gr8 i'll to work on buying an island then
i feel u on a spiritual level. like i'm hatefully loving towards my friends, and no one understands. nO ONE

same tbh same. fictional characters in general just fuck me up
get him some new parents ugh. precious bby, no one needs that
thEY don't deserve this but man do i love making my characters suffer it's my favourite thing to do

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sorry boo
gimme a few and i'll have a reply up ;o; sry i've been in and out of the hospital and yee it just hasn't been a gr8 summer break so far
but this thread makes my heart weak so

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fRICK
I'M SO SRY FRICK
I WILL REPLY SOON JUst
don't trust my activity shiftin' ass no more

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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 430px; font-size: 20px; text-align: justify; font-family: ms mincho; line-height: 11px; margin-top: -4px;]✧ — THEO K. FÖRESTER[/fancypost]
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My blood is a flood of rubies, precious stone
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 410px; font-size: 9px; text-align: justify; line-height: 11px; margin-top: 8px;][hr]"Neither am I," Theo mused because Cyrus almost always woke up before him. It was just one of those things he'd noticed considering that they were glued at the hip a good 99% of the time, and mornings were no exception. When Emory got pissed, when something was wrong, that usually led to Theo taking cover at Cyrus's house like it was some sort of safe zone. He supposed in a way it kind of was though. No one was going to find them there, and Cyrus always took him in which... Theo really hated sometimes. He was so damn nice to him, and that really pissed the platinum blond off every once in awhile. He didn't voice that of course, but it was true. He just- he didn't deserve that, okay?

Letting him in was one thing, but then to dote over him like the other did was a completely different situation. Granted, they were best friends, and Theo would have gone into full-on mother hen if Cyrus so much as scraped his knee, but he didn't really need that kind of treatment himself. Again, he really just didn't deserve it. How someone like Cyrus managed to wedge their way into his life like the other had still eluded him, considering there wasn't a whole lot they had in common, but it wasn't like Theo could stand there and blatantly say that that was a mistake. He clicked so well with Cyrus that he honestly doubted the normality of their (very much platonic and totally not romantic in anyway) relationship, but he was fine with that, he could live with that. He just so used to him by then that he couldn't have imagined it any other way. Everything about Cyrus was burned into the back of his mind, and Theo really didn't see himself leaving the other anytime soon, and-

And wow, he was really fucked, wasn't he?

"It was late," Theo shrugged. That, and he'd been all kinds of emotional at the time. The turmoil of it all had really hit him, and apparently treating the interstate like the Indy 500 was his way of coping. Actually, when he thought about it, he'd simply been trying to get as far away as possible. Emory would notice his absense, but something told him that his brother really wouldn't care, not unless there was something in it for him. Theo didn't want to think that way, but he knew just how true it was, and that hurt. "And I wanted to cover ground," he then added, like he wasn't fazed at all.

If Theo was going to be honest, he didn't have much of a plan. All he wanted to do was go, and considering Cyrus was apparent to leaving it up to him, that left the young man at a blank. He didn't... he hadn't really thought about it. "I didn't think this far ahead," he admitted openly as Cyrus sat down beside him. At least they were out of state though, that was a start. "Let's just... let's just keep driving. I'm sure we'll eventually find somewhere good enough to stop," he said. After that, he wasn't sure what they would do, but Theo would think of something by then he was sure.[hr][/fancypost]
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have a reply
that only took 386 years
bc i'm sick and gross but i missed these two so

also bby i'm hella sry about u being all stressed out
/pets ur face and wraps u in a blanket
poor child bless ur soul
but i also understand on so many levels omf

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He heard Harley before he saw him, turning his head just slightly to catch the other's figure through the corner of his eye. Rather than asking for what he needed, Fern just continued to stare, assuming that Harley would catch on eventually, and as expected he did. Brushing a hand through his messy peach-colored locks, he couldn't help but feel a small stab of envy as the other retrieved the flour so easily, his golden gaze following his movements observantly until he settled back down on his feet, flour in his hands. Nodding with a faint smile, he then leaned up a bit to peck the other on the lips, carefully taking the bag from him in the process. Without a second thought, he then reached out a hand to affectionately push the other's hair back, only to pat him on the cheek a moment later with the hint of a grin pulling at his features. "Good boy," he praised playfully before turning on his heels to look for anything else he might have needed.

Luckily, everything else happened to be within his reach, and Fern wasted no time in gathering everything he thought he'd need, practically dashing around the kitchen; seriously, he probably could have made speed-walking an Olympic sport. He was so used to working an emergency room though, and that for the most part meant having to get from one place to the other as quickly as he could. He didn't like to waste his time, or at least not when he was doing something. Fern had the innate ability to sleep all day, but the moment you delegated any kind of task to him he felt the need to treat it like he was being timed or something. It was probably out of habit, he decided after a moment of dwelling over the thought.

That, and the fact that he was hungry.

"You know," he started, opening up the bag of flour with agile fingers and beginning to measure out enough to throw into the mixing bowl he'd set out, "I propose that you move the flour- along with practically everything else because I'm tired of climbing your counters just to get to simple stuff like cereal- to a more easily accessible space for those who don't quite meet the average height quota." It was a joke, and that much was obvious judging by the light and ringing tone of his voice. "I mean, I'm here during a good ninety-percent of my free time anyway. I practically live in this house too, I think it's only fair," he chimed as he tossed some sugar and baking powder into the mixture, although he sounded a bit more crestfallen that time around. Fern would have loved for them to live together, but he didn't see that happening in the near future. Hopefully sometime in the future eventually but definitely not anytime soon. He supposed Harley's parents were to blame for that. Not Harley himself, god no. His boyfriend had done nothing wrong and was an absolute godsend, but his parents? That was a different story.

Fern on the other hand didn't really know what that was like. His parents were beyond supportive of everything he did and always had been. Seriously, if anyone considered Fern to be a saint then they obviously hadn't had the pleasure of meeting his parents. Quite frankly, they were so nice that it was borderline sickening, and even he had a hard time competing with them. So with that being said, they were very much aware of Harley's existence and completely fine with it. If anything, they should have been prepared for it. Fern had made it obvious years ago, some time during his teen years, that gender really didn't matter to him when it came down to it. It was something that he was easily able to overlook without so much as a second glance. He found beauty in peoples' hearts and souls, and as cheesy as that was, it was very much true (but in his humble opinion, his boyfriend was extremely easy on eyes as well.)

"Baby," he then mused, finally turning his attention back to Harley. "Can you get me a couple of eggs? Some butter too?" Fern asked sweetly before glancing back at the contents of the mixing bowl in front of him. Really, by cooking together he'd meant something more along the lines of "I'm master chef, but you can sit back and watch, and maybe grab some stuff for me when I ask." That was Fern for you though. The young man was as passive as they came, but quickly took charge when given the opportunity in spite of his go-with-the-flow nature.

[fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 480px; text-align: justify; line-height: 140%; font-size: 8pt]Heeey, so the title kind of says it all, but long story short I'm looking for a few threads to get under my belt. I'm a semi-advanced to advanced roleplayer (I tend to match my replies with my partner's though) and while I haven't been all that active lately, I plan to kick it up a notch if my classes don't kill me first. My activity is shifty though, so there might be days when I post several times, and there might be some where I don't even get out a single reply.

As far as characters go, I can really only play guys since my picky self is apparently incapable of playing any other gender. I just can't. With that being said I'll gladly do bxb, bxnb, and possibly gxb, but gxg is obviously out of the question. Now that that's all been laid out, let's get to the good stuff:

WHAT I WILL DO

WHAT I WON'T DO

[fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 480px; text-align: justify; line-height: 140%; font-size: 8pt]Heeey, so the title kind of says it all, but long story short I'm looking for a few threads to get under my belt. I'm a semi-advanced to advanced roleplayer (I tend to match my replies with my partner's though) and while I haven't been all that active lately, I plan to kick it up a notch if my classes don't kill me first. My activity is shifty though, so there might be days when I post several times, and there might be some where I don't even get out a single reply.

As far as characters go, I can really only play guys since my picky self is apparently incapable of playing any other gender. I just can't. With that being said I'll gladly do bxb, bxnb, and possibly gxb, but gxg is obviously out of the question. Now that that's all been laid out, let's get to the good stuff:

WHAT I WILL DO

WHAT I WON'T DO

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Unevensomewhere wrote:

I'm also looking to be a bit more active on here and I'd be interested in doing a plot. Maybe something with supernaturals or runaways, or both hah.

Sweet, sounds good. I'm cool with either tbh, but both would be pretty neat too. Do you have a preference?

Talyatru wrote:

we could do a Last of Us Plot

A'ight, I'd be cool with that. ^^ Did you have any ideas in mind?

[fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 380px; text-align: justify; line-height: 140%; font-size: 8pt]yoooo, i'd love to do something based around prompts w you! bc wow am i a sucker for prompts oh no