Posts by MarigoldsandIvy

// Sorry for my disappearance! I had multiple parties to attend yesterday and then I had to read about 100 pages of a book for homework

It didn't take as long as it normally would for Dan to awaken after Phil departed him. He began to stir slowly, eventually groaning and pulling his brown eyes open, only to find his roommate missing and his spot gone cold. Fear sank down into his stomach, and the male bolted upright, searching the room with his eyes. Seeing no signs of the other man, he slipped out of bed and abandoned Phil's room to locate his best friend. When Dan reached the living room and caught sight of Phil, his eyes softened and the tension left his body. Quietly as he had entered, Dan snuck up behind Phil and wrapped his arms around the slightly shorter man, pressing a soft kiss to his neck.

Dan's only response was to bring their lips together in a gentle kiss. His heart skipped a beat in joy, and he wanted so much to pull Phil closer and never let him go, but that could be for another time. "Yes," he answered when he finally pulled away. "Did you?" His eyes drifted down to Phil's twitter, noting the number of tweets asking about their relationship. He frowned slightly, wondering what would happen. He certainly hoped Phil would want to be with him, after all they felt for each other. And if so, how would it work? How would they tell their friends, their fans? Dan's parents had already suspected it for years, so it would be easy for them, at least.

// Oh goodness, this is going to take a little bit longer, I'm sorry! my laptop died just as I was trying to post my response.

Dan hummed in contentment, only to laugh as Phil asked him to get ready. "Alright, alright." He cast Phil a gentle smile before straightening and heading for the bathroom. He walked right in and shut the door behind him, shedding his pajamas and stepping into the shower. The water was warm, and Dan hummed cheerily as he showered. Soon he was turning off the water and stepping out, using a towel to dry off his body. After toweling the moisture from his hair, he wrapped the towel around his waist and stepped out of the bathroom, carrying his pajamas in his hands. He headed for his room, where he found himself clean clothes to wear.

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[justify]//I use these not so fancy fancyposts to organize my characters, you don't have to have one! It just helps me with names and appearances.

It was a cold day. Crisp air assaulted the porcelain lines of his face, pricking at his skin like a thousand needles. A deep breath, and that rich coolness poured into him, heated air slipping back out. A crunch followed the step of a booted foot exiting the door frame. The cement welcomed his body into the aching coldness of the year, sending a light shutter up his spine. A sigh spilled out into the near silent air, the crunch and tap of footfalls creating an intricate backdrop to the shutting of a heavy wooden door and the vague chattering of birds overhead.

It was a dark day. The subconsciousness of his mind had predetermined that his mood would be unsatisfactory before he had even awoken, poisoning the characteristic lightheartedness that colored his face. Instead it was the cool of the day that reddened his ears and cheeks, creating a grand contrast between his pale skin and chocolate freckles scattered randomly across the canvas of his face. Curly hazel locks tugged gently with the morning breeze, setting a ferocious tone in the core of the man. Green eyes tinged with grey looked utterly predatorial, and his gate was set at a purposeful pace.

Indeed it seemed this Jaxon Ramone had somewhere to be that day, with a specific ending in mind. In truth, the man had no such idea of what he would carry out; it was always within reach, but never truly occurred to him until the situation arose. His well-trained body took him towards the local coffee shop, where he knew another would be starting his day. Jax did not pause to take in the familiar streets he walked down, having done so often and in large doses. He knew this town as well as he knew the mountains that held his family's summer home, which had recently fallen to him.

Jax entered the cafe just in time to see a figure jerk upwards, fear clouding his face before confusion and embarrassment took over. This was his endpoint: Ryan Jacobsen. Jax had known the younger man since he was sixteen, when his mother moved him to this small town in the north. They became fast friends, but it was not long before Jax began to develop feelings deeper than friendship for the other boy. Used to his typical falling in love and back out in a month, emotions that stuck like glue were quite a shock to him. Time went by, and still the intensity of his feelings did not fade. He had not revealed his interests before for the sake of their friendship, but he had the mind to change that that day.

"Ry!" Jax called, walking over to his friend's isolated booth in the corner. He took in his typical appearance, glad for the familiarity in it all. "How are you?" He asked, offering Ryan a friendly grin. Though he had reached the other's booth, he did not dare sit, lest Ryan was in a less than amiable mood and desired to be left alone. He hoped it was not so, but it was better not to cross any boundaries that did not need to be crossed.[/justify]
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Dan was almost dressed when he heard Phil's voice call out. He was going to record it? That made Dan flush. They hadn't even discussed what they would do, let alone how or if they would tell the fans. Hurriedly he threw on his shirt and ran his fingers through his hair before slipping into the living room and grinning as he slid into the frame next to Phil. "Is it me?"

A soft flush tinged Dan's pale face as Phil took his hand. He knew it wouldn't be seen on camera, but just the act of it publicly made his heart flutter. "Hm, yeah. I could use some Pumpkin Spice." He smiled at Phil and then the camera, suddenly jerking Phil forward. "Come along then!" He called abruptly, starting off for the hall down the stairs and pulling Phil along by his hand.

Dan let out an airy laugh, catching Phil and helping him stand back up. A light of courage shown in his eyes, just like it had for a moment the night before. "Ready, slowpoke?" He asked, heading out the door ahead of his roommate into the sunshine, a stark contrast to the weather the night before. "Good thing it's not storming today," he commented, more to himself than to Phil or the camera.

Dan snorted with laughter and lead the way to Starbucks, holding the door for Phil as he entered. He glanced over the menu for a moment before turning to grin back at his roommate. "What are you ordering?" He questioned, stepping into line, having already made up his mind. A pumpkin spice late would do him good.

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"Yes, that's a lovely cat, Phil," Dan replied warmly, smiling back at the other male before stepping up in line to order for them both. "Uh, yes, I'd like a pumpkin spice late, and my b--, uh friend would like a mocha, please. Both mediums." He flushed at his near slip up, heart thundering that he had almost called Phil his boyfriend. They hadn't even decided what they would do! But oh, how he wished.

(my apologizes, I've never actually been to starbucks! I don't know what sizes they use. ^-^)

[justify]//It's fine dear. I just thought I should post something in case you did, because that happens to me a lot as well.
I understand, muse comes and goes. You should probably sleep though.

Kakabel felt the physical manifestation of his heart sink at the human's words. He had no idea what or where Aberry City was, and no idea where to go. "Oh," he said, doing his best to make himself look small in the back of the car. It was not prominent enough to stick out in his memory, or maybe it was and his Fall was slowly diminishing his mental capabilities. It felt familiar on the tongue that lay heavy in his mouth in the mortal realm, but he could not remember any associations with its name.

His wings twitched with the urge to wrap themselves around his thin frame, straining against the ropes that bound them. An ache settled into his fragile bones, causing Kakabel to inhale sharply. This physical pain was completely new to him, as in Heaven such a thing had never occurred. His phyiscial 'body' had been untouchable and pure, but now it was full of mortal pains and weight. The fact that it took actual effort to remember to hold up his own head spoke volumes about how difficult the transition was and would continue to be.

"I'm... Afraid that doesn't help much, but thank you. I... I'll go," the angel managed, fumbling for the car door, pulling himself from wallowing in his thoughts. Getting lost in his own head was unfamiliar as well; he used to get lost in the stars rather than tiny fragments of sounds and words and images that created a meshed flurry of webs and knots in his mind. Kakabel forced himself to focus on his task, concentrating on moving his fingers into the necessary shape to grasp the handle and pull--but nothing happened. It seemed the car had locked itself when its owner had slid into the driver's seat. The fallen angel glanced helplessly from the door to the human that watched him like a wild thing in a cage.[/justify]

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Dan waited on their coffee, not noticing when a girl walked up to Phil and started flirting with him. Thankfully the line was short that day and the two orders were done quickly, meaning that when the male turned around with one in each hand, he caught sight of the girl practically hovering over poor Phil, who was embarrassed and uncomfortable beyond belief. Jealousy shot up his spine, and he marched over to the seat with a sickly sweet smile on his face. "Hello darling," he called, giving Phil a swift peck on the lips as he passed his roommate his mocha. He took his seat across from him and shot the girl a seemingly pleasant glance. "Can I help you?"
(I know :( I just don't have the money for that right now)

//That's fine, I completely understand. I get the same way sometimes

Meanwhile, Dan was seething in his seat. His eyes were dark and his jaw was clenched. "Wish she's just prance back here, I'd give her a piece of my mind," he growled, following her with his eyes as she flounced out. With a distinct frown, he picked up his late and took a sip with a sigh. It was then that he looked up to Phil, concern muting the anger in his expression. "Are you alright?" Dan asked, placing his hand carefully over the older male's.

Dan let the tension slowly ease from his shoulders. He sighed, but took Phil's offered mocha with a small smile. He took a small sip and hummed in contentment. "It is better than usual, but you have to enjoy the season, you know?" He took back his pumpkin spice late and drank a hearty gulp of it. "Mmm, autumn-y."

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[justify]Jax rolled green optics of a faded hue, snorting as he took the currency from his friend. "What would you like this time, your majesty?" The man inquired, voice full of lighthearted sarcasm. The simultaneous brightening and darkening of his expression went thankfully unnoticed as he was acknowledged by Ryan. He loved the attention of brightening of the other's expression, but also desired something more. So perhaps his body was positioned against the table as if he were trying to persuade a date to come home with him, and he could not help not caring if his friend noticed.

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[justify]Jax glanced back at the hoard of rambunctious boys that entered the shop. Boys they were indeed. They punched each other's arms and grinned manically before getting hit themselves, causing the apparent need for shouts of indignity. He caught Ryan looking over them curiously, and he felt something twist in his chest. Though it wasn't easy to pin the feeling down to any singular solution, jealousy felt the most accurate. He plastered on another smile when his friend turned his perfect face back to him.

"You got it," he replied in a tone that was both rich and low, winking at Ryan before escaping to the line. His friend had always been oblivious when it came to others liking him; Jax recalled a time in high school when the most popular girl in the school claimed to love him and he hadn't the slightest clue, even though it was the talk of the town. It was unlikely that Ryan would notice the intent of the wink, but he could hope. It would be fairly taxing and emotionally disturbing to physically spell it out for him, but if it had to be done, he would.

At the counter, the fair skinned young man ordered Ryan's desired product: a vanilla bean frappe, absolutely no whipped cream. The noise of the teenage boys waiting for their orders nearly drowned out his words, causing him to frown in irritation. Thankfully it was not long before the rowdy group was served, and they threw themselves at the largest booth the shop had, far enough away from Ryan that Jax permitted himself to relax. He gathered up Ryan's frappe with a thank you to the barista and traveled back to Ryan's booth, offering him his drink as he sat. "Now, how are you? I feel like I haven't seen you in ages."[/justify]
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"Depends," Dan replied simply, placing his late down on the table. "The first matter of business is asking if you'd be my boyfriend," He said, heart beating fast in his throat. He didn't expect Phil to turn him down, but he also had never managed to get rid of all of his self-doubt. He reached out his hand and grabbed Phil's in his own, drawing little circles on his palm with his thumb.

Dan smiled a foolish, elated grin at Phil's answer. "Then why not tell them today? The Vlog. We could put it at the end," he suggested, heart fluttering when the older male kissed his hand. Oh how long he had waited for this, and for it to finally come true. Hearing the soft sound Phil made and the blush that formed on his cheeks, Dan reached across the table to gently stroke his cheek. "You're perfect. Don't be ashamed."