Posts by TBear

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Robyn rolled his eyes, irritation bubbling dangerously in the pit of his stomach. "Don't flatter yourself, Sweetheart," he bit back. "As far as I'm concerned, this was nothing but a nameless one-night-stand. We can just go back to our lives and never talk about this again. Ever." he narrowed his eyes and gave Fiore a long once-over. The only good thing that came out of this was that at least the guy wasn't bad-looking- he was, in fact, prettier than many of the girl's he'd slept with before.

But that, sadly, was eclipsed by the awfulness of the entire situation, and with a jerk, Robyn realized that he didn't even know where they were. He frowned and took another look around the room, before heading straight toward the window and squinting outside. The sun was high in the sky, which meant it was around noon-ish, and the landscape was clearly that of a city. It hurt his head to stare so long, so the curly-haired man turned away. So, not stuck in a creepy, out-of-town motel with Norman Baits. Good. Robyn could survive this.

He just... wouldn't be happy with it.

Breathing a frustrated sigh, Robyn began shifting around the room, looking for some other clue of where they were. It wasn't until he was rummaging through the drawers that he remembered.

The f cking party.

Some of Robyn's basketball friends had invited him and Robyn, like a moron, agreed to go. He groaned again and buried his head in his hands. He hadn't taken his car, and now he was pretty much stuck here until he could find a way back to campus. Luckily it was the weekend, but the college was several miles away and the city buses didn't run on Sundays. There was no possible way this could get worse.

As if on que, the door of the room opened, and a youth with wild hair stuck his head in. Robyn remembered him - some junior who majored in photography. His name was Charlie, or Chuck, or Chey. The details were foggy. The look on the kid's face was kind of priceless; he looked abashed, surprised, and a little disgusted. His face was a deep red, but he seemed to accept the two men with relative ease. "Uh, hey, James just wanted to, uh... wake you up. Said his mom was coming to visit the flat, and wants you out." he stared at the wall, trying hard not to stare at either man. His voice was tinged with a north British accent, and was very low, so that Robyn had to strain to hear it.

The kid turned to leave, but paused as if he remembered something. He sounded hesitant when he spoke. "Um... you... may want to skip a couple of classes or something. Just for the next few days." and with that, he scampered away.

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"What the fuck does that mean?" Robyn blurted out just as Fiore did, scrambling to his feet as he did. The end result was kind of a mess of words, but the message seemed to get across to Charlie(and, yeah, Robyn was almost completely sure that was the kid's name, now). The junior paused in his desperate attempt to get away, fingers twitching as he swiped them across the denim of his jeans. The wild-haired youth was obviously trying to wipe away a nervous sweat, and Robyn would've felt some sympathy for him on any normal day.

This wasn't any normal day, and Robyn was already on his last nerve. "What," he hissed through gritted teeth when the kid hesitated, "do. You. Mean?" The dangerous tone he'd used only made the kid even more terrified, if possible. Charlie was trembling, now, and he kept biting his lip like that would solve anything. "L-l-last night, uh..." The kid hesitated again, and Robyn growled.

Charlie looked like he was about to wet himself. Robyn felt a little bad, but he was stressed and nervous and had no f cking way back to his dorm- he'd left his phone at home because there was no way he was taking it to a college party in the middle of the city, and there was no car he could use. Additionally, the only other guy he was with was the same as hole that Robyn despised.

The kid was, luckily, saved from answering by another voice. It was loud, but even, with an even stronger accent than Charlie's. "What he means to say, is that the whole college knows you f cked each other ten ways to sunrise." the owner of the voice turned out to be a long, lanky man that Robyn knew from basketball. His name was James, and he was the host of their party last night. His hair was long, brushing just against his shoulders, and his droopy eyes stared boredly at them. He was obviously Charlie's brother, but he held himself with much more confidence.

"Now," he started nonchalantly, "please get the hell out of my flat before my mum gets home."

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The news made Robyn freeze. Numbness began to spread from his brain outward, loosening his muscles in a way that made his shoulders droop. James didn't look very sympathetic, but he did have the decency not to rush the other basketball player from his house. Charlie was still nervous, but he did seem to have a deep look of empathy carved onto his face.

It took a minute to process, but Robyn eventually noticed that Fiore had already left. The brunette ran a shaky hand through his hair, and then paused when he realized that it was, in fact, trembling. He quickly stuffed it into his pocket, but that did little to calm his frantic heartbeat. Swallowing dryly, Robyn nodded at the brothers as he pushed past them, detached as he stumbled ungracefully towards the front door. It had been left open, and the twenty-four year old felt grateful that he didn't have to endure the trouble of twisting the doorknob while his hands shook.

Making quick work of closing the door, the curly-haired man was immediately hit with the loud complaints of Fiore; the Italian had begun to yell at him, and with a distant sort of irritation, Robyn realized the other had been waiting for him. The loud noises made his already aching head thrum with pain, and did little to slow his heartbeat. In fact, the thumping only seemed to get worse; blood rushed to the American's head, and for a dizzying moment, Robyn thought he might faint.

Luckily, he remained upright, but his breaths became a little more labored. He leaned his head against he door and tried to calm himself, but it didn't work. "Fiore," he growled at the other man before he could go on, "shut. Up." anger, panic, and fear seemed to crash into him all at once, and now his legs felt shaky.

Sweat began to collect on his forehead and palms, his head pounded angrily in protest to the sun, and his teeth clicked together in frustration. It had been a long time since he'd last had a panic attack, but the wild pounding of his heart and the slowly-building anxiety were telltale signs to his distress. Pent up anger wasn't helping matters, either, and Robyn rounded on Fiore with a new kind of glint to his eye. "You think this is all my fault, don't you?" he snapped angrily, if a little breathlessly. His hand came to clutch at his heart, but he didn't stop there; irritation and hatred fueled his outburst, just as it fueled his increasing struggle to breathe. "You think that I wanted this? That I wanted to ruin the only good thing in my life? What do you think the college board is going to do when they find out? They won't want a... a f*g playing basketball with a bunch of other guys! I'll... I'll be... I..."

Robyn's voice trailed off with his breath, and the man suddenly found himself doubled over and sinking to the pavement. Ah, here came the fun part - the breathless, detached thrum of his heart, the rush of blood and pain and panic as he struggled to breathe.

//don't worry, i still loved it <3
///also, hope you don't mind my little drama here - i thought it would be the only way fiore would ever allow robyn to catch a ride, lol

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finished with my form, grunge~~~

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Elijah shrugged in response to Azariah, too busy devouring his food to take too much stock in their conversation. He was hungrier than he thought he was, and he was a little ashamed of how quickly he gave into the pressure. Still, the heavy feeling of satisfaction in his stomach was almost worth it, and the hunter pushed away his plate just in time to hear the angel speak.

Elijah stared at him, head tilted slightly to the side. "...what?" he asked intelligently, looking from Finn to Azariah. "What's Nemo on about, now?" the curly-haired man seemed confused about something, but Elijah was right there with him- he hadn't been listening to the conversation, and was thus completely lost when he caught on to the tail-end of it.

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track~
i'll have my form done by tomorrow c:

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.nicknames.
Dan, Danny.

.age.
17

.weight.
139 lbs.

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5"7

.personality.
some would, generously, call daniel a 'nice guy'. others would call him 'alright'. not a lot of people really knew or got to know him- daniel simply blends in. he is careful to keep opinions to himself, always exuding a cool, impassive air, while simultaneously attempting to do small niceties to keep him in the good books of other people. the only thing he cares about is getting through school with no problems, and so far, he's succeeded.

daniel isn't emotionless or anything; he is just pretty much impossible to get angry or po'd. he is, in fact, a giant nerd who enjoys ugly sweaters and t-shirts with stupid jokes. he doesn't really care what people think of him, just as long as they're not actively trying to bully or sabotage him.

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-fantasy books
-art
-classic rock
-sarcasm
-sports
-intelligence

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-loud noises
-large bodies of water
-math
-b tchiness
-carelessness

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A rough hand pressed into his back drew Robyn out of his panic-filled haze, and with a start, the man realized that Fiore had begun ushering toward his car. The Italian was speaking, but the words were distant and echoing confusingly around him. The curly-haired man wanted to smack the other man when the words finally processed because, hello, he was f cking trying. He knew the other man was just trying to help, but Robyn thought he was entitled to a little prissiness. He was being helped by his worst enemy after finding out he'd slept with him, while having a panic attack and experiencing one of the worst hangovers in the history hangovers.

Still, Robyn tried not to let his stress take over as he was gently guided to the car door. Shakily, the American fumbled with the door, fingers trembling so hard that it took a full minute before he was able to open it and slide in the car.

Sitting down helped calm him down a little, and the college student pressed a still-shaking hand to his chest as he calmed himself. It couldn't be that bad, right? It was 2015. Gays were allowed to marry. Surely a one-night-stand at a drunk party wouldn't end his career. Most of the team knew he was bisexual, anyway. This wouldn't be a problem. This wouldn't be a problem. This would not be a problem.

The thought kept his heart rate from elevating too much, but there was still a touch of panic there, waiting to attack his mind once more. Robyn swallowed as he calmed, taking a deep, shaky breath as he reached for the seat belt. He felt like he was in the Twilight Zone, and as Fiore entered the car as well, the curly-haired man couldn't help the strange look he gave the Italian.

He figured that, with as much as the other hated him, he would've just left him at James's footstep until the other basketball player found him. He was relieved, but also confused. Just this morning, they were pretty much accusing the other of taking advantage of them. Now Robyn was pretty much giving the other a ride home. "...thanks," he mumbled instead of saying anything else. He might as well take this for what it was.

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///thanks hun <333 i'll keep trying to bring more of it, lol
////real talk though, fiore is such a cute dork i love him

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[align=left]There were days when Daniel thought he was a sociopath.

They used to be rare and far in between, but since high school started up again, he now had these moments of self doubt much more often. A lot of the time he was able to talk himself down- tell himself he was just a teenager and he didn't have the emotional capacity to give a f ck yet, so why worry? But Daniel had seen a lot these past weeks- had witnessed several different types of bullying and hatred and spite and hardly even gave a second glance.

Now was one of those times where he looked deep into himself and questioned his morality.

It had been a rather normal day for Daniel, and though the boy was more exhausted than he usually was, having missed his morning caffeine, nothing had changed. His face was its usual blank mask of coldness, his social interaction holding their usual edge of polite interest. He had free period, and was on his way to his locker. The crowds of students rushed passed him, barely sparing the scrawny kid a second glance. Daniel was glad; making himself small and unassuming was a lot harder than one would think, especially since he had a decent amount of wry muscle from track.

Daniel generally tried his hardest not to do anything that would make himself a target of the hellish creatures called teenagers. That was what the seventeen year old tried to avoid; attention was the one thing he had always hated with a deep, burning passion, and especially when it was the wrong kind. It had made him an easy target at first, but he'd learned to blend in. It wasn't wast, especially in this cesspool of unaltered idiocy, but Daniel learned through trial and error. It was almost worryingly easy to blend into the wall, now.

Shifting so that he could avoid the oncoming hoard of students, the blonde realized he'd drifted off into his own mind. He did that a lot, but nobody really minded, or even really noticed. Daniel figured that was because they just thought he was a good listener.

He wasn't, but they didn't need to know that. Daniel knew most of the kids here were so entitled and spoiled that they had time to b tch and moan about how awful their lives were, and they loved having some empty-headed person like Daniel to rant to. Sometimes the blonde wished he could speak back - to say something of worth and give advice, or to even crack a joke or two. Jokes, unfortunately were much too risky. Most of the time it was best to just laugh along, rather than try to make one. He had learned that during grade school.

Sighing softly to himself, the blonde was surprised to hear the resounding echo of noise. His mouth twitched into a brief frown at the realization, and he looked around. Had the bell already rung? Daniel looked up and down the hallway, but there was no one except-

oh.

Breathing another sigh, this one bordering frustrated, the blonde pinched the bridge of his nose. It was Justin and the gang, picking on their favorite target. Daniel wasn't a big fan of Justin, but the other guy never bothered him, so he returned the favor. Still, there was no doubt the guy was a douchbag, abd Daniel was able to predict the exact moment Justin got socked in the face. Daniel considered looking away- just turning around and pretending he had class - but the Justin had already leaped back onto his feet with athleticism that surprised even Daniel.

The guy was practically shaking with rage, eyes burning with hate, and all of it was directed on the prone figure still sprawled across the floor.

And here, it seemed, lay Daniel's conundrum.

He could risk the chance of standing out. Or he could allow that other kid get beaten all the way to the ER. The choice would have been obvious for most other people, but then again, most people didn't question whether they were sociopathic or not on a regular basis. Daniel hesitated a moment more, but Justin was already moving to pummel the other kid. Without really meaning to, the blonde spoke. "Hey, Justin!" he called, voice even as he pitched it louder. It was rare that Daniel's voice went above a low mutter, and it clearly showed in the way hid voice cracked. He grimaced minutely, but pushed it away, quickening his pace so that he was nearer to the group of boys.

/omg don't ever apologize for that
//that was freaking beautiful i don't think my post can even compare

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Elijah shrugged and averted his eyes from the other man. If he were to be honest, the reasons were pretty simple - he didn't want to think of think of the two as if they were human. Assigning names and giving them proper pronouns was doing nothing but distracting him from the biggest problem - one that he'd have to address sooner or later.

Attaching 'Nemo' to the other man was better than attaching 'Azariah', because he wasn't giving him an identity. He was giving him, in a way, a serial number, something to identify the curly-haired creature with. Besides, it kind of suited him - like Nemo, Azariah seemed as though he were an incredibly gullible, small and innocent fish in a very large sea. Elijah knew that couldn't be the case, but for now, the nickname just... worked, in more ways than one.

Instead of explaining all that, though, the hunter merely said, "You quoted the movie, before. It's what I've mentally been calling you, so I figured I might as well nickname you that, anyway." He paused, and then, as if realizing the time, cursed.

He pushed himself off the floor, where he'd sat down sometime during his meal, and brushed his hands against his jeans. "Anyway, I gotta bounce." from this apartment, from this town, from this state. Preferably forever. "Thanks for the food."

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Elijah was surprised by Finn's obvious disappointment, and an uncomfortable feeling of guilt crawled into the pit of his stomach. He shook it off, disturbed, and just nodded, trying not to tense when the kitsune walked him to the door. He was just tired, that's all; give a couple of hours of sleep, and Elijah would be back to normal. Then he could think of this as logically as he wanted, without having to face the stares of the two supernatural men, by his lonesome.

Elijah breathed a sigh as they reached the apartment door, and the hunter suddenly felt very awkward and hesitant to leave. The feeling kind of surprised him, but the hunter simply shrugged the feeling off, pushing it onto his exhaustion.

He turned to Phinneas, about to remind him about keeping his nose clean, when he felt something warm and soft pressed to his cheek. Elijah froze, his heart thumping frantically in his chest as he realized what happened. The kitsune had kissed him, and not in the way Elijah ever would have imagined the other man could. It had been soft and sweet, and Finn was now dusted a light pink color.

It suited him, Elijah thought, and then wanted to smack himself.

The hunter stared after Phinneas, a little dumbstruck - and, surprisingly, not all that disgusted - and then cleared his throat. He nodded again, and tried to will away his embarrassment and shock, before turning toward the door. He muttered a goodnight and opened the door, prepared to leave with as little embarrassment as possible.

Elijah never made it outside the door; he barely took a step when he heard the faint rustle of wings, and a man appeared. He was small and young-looking, but exuded a dangerous air, and immediately, Elijah was on the defensive. The man gave him a dismissive look, brushing past the hunter without much effort.
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On a normal scale of bad days, this one wasn't as bad- but, then again, it was all relative, and honestly, what constituted as a 'normal' bad day, anyway? Well, at least it was almost over; the archangle was almost finished with his self-imposed mission. A couple of angels had been scattered around earth, and as an older brother, he figured he might as well be the one to collect them up again.

Especially since some had begun to associate with some... unsavory individuals.

If Eliot had felt particularly expressive, his lip might've curled, but as it was, his eyes merely flickered with a brief eye roll. He could feel his sister nearby, clearly in a bar on the other side of town. The thought worried him for a moment, but Eliot quickly dismissed the feeling. She'd be fine, for now - he could always track her later. Or she could track him, he supposed, but he doubted very much that she would want to.

Shrugging minutely to himself, Eliot felt, rather than saw, the door of the apartment door open. The unmistakable presence of his brother gave the archangel all the motive he needed, and with a quick flicker of wings, the blonde was standing in front of another man.

He was, Eliot noticed, rather tall, with wild black hair and a tired frame. Ah, he thought, unconcerned, so this must be the hunter. He gave the man a once over, but Elijah was clearly tired, with nothing more than a small dagger tucked into his boot.

Eliot would've sneered, but he didn't make the effort, instead brushing past the pathetically weak human as he entered the apartment uninvited. The kitsune, a tall-ish, brown haired creature, sat on the couch beside his brother. Azariah looked just the same as ever, but the archangel couldn't help but notice his depleted energy.

Eliot frowned, and in a few quick strides, was standing in front of the other angel, tilting his head toward him. He tutted softly. "Brother," he sighed, as if in exasperation, "have you been letting the pets feed off of you again? You know what I said about that." His tone suggested that he was disappointed, and he hardly even acknowledged the existence of Finn as he spoke.

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Robyn nodded, numbly, and fell silent as the car rumbled to life. The basketball player didn't quite trust himself to speak yet, and his mind was clear enough for him to realize that pissing his driver off before he got to campus was definitely not worth it. Walking wasn't even an option at this point, because despite his active physic, the college student didn't trust himself on his own two feet.

Silently, Robyn pressed his cheek against the car window, the coolness easing his nerves as the car was put into reverse. The smooth, assured motions of the vehicle calmed him down enough that he stopped shaking, and his mind was finally able to catch up with his actions. In a very belated action of embarrassment, the curly-haired student flushed lightly, ashamed of his outburst. God, Fiore was never to let him live this down.

Just another failure that Robyn could add onto the over-growing list....

Blinking himself out of his thoughts, the brunette realized that the Italian had begun to speak again. His word's made Robyn's lips twitch into the briefest of smiles, which he quickly hid by turning his head to watch the scenery as it sped by.

The college wasn't that out-of-town, but it definitely was farther than any public school. With any luck, the two would be in the car together for quite a while. The thought made him uncomfortable, but it also gave him a low buzz of... excitement?

Huh. Weird.

Breaking away from his thoughts, Robyn shook his heat minutely and spoke. "Yeah, well, if I were in your place, I probably would've left you there." It wasn't an admission that made him proud, but it was honest. Besides, it wasn't as if the other man didn't know it; the two pretty much hated each other, and so it was no wonder the American wouldn't be eager to offer him a ride to campus.
His words also held a clear warning: Fiore shouldn't ever try to befriend or even tolerate him. Robyn wasn't a good person, and he was comfortable enough with that fact that he didn't even feel guilty about it.

Much.

//thanks, but it has so many spelling mistakes that it makes me cringe lol
///omfg haha ^^ fiore is a freaking queen.
////right? he's precious <3
and oh, robyn. he's an emotionally stunted little d ckweed, but he's my emotionally stunted little d ckweed lol

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[Ghost, that sounds awesome ^^ if you want, we can talk about it more in the plotting thread, but for now i'm totally down for that~]

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[align=left]Each step felt as if they were reassuring his death; the halls, empty except for the group and Daniel, echoed with the clicking of his heels, and the result was something like a cacophony of noise that clashed into the blonde's ears. His facial expression didn't change, but his heart began to speed up, ever-so-slightly. It was only with much practice that Daniel didn't flinch when he arrived to the scene, able to assess the damage better now that he was closer.

The other kid was... not fine, but he would live. His eyes were kind of unfocused, like he'd hit his head, and it seemed to take him a minute to realize that Daniel was even there. The blonde expected relief from the other teen, but was surprised instead to feel a scorching sort of heat directed at him. The kid was p ssed, and while the seventeen year old couldn't blame him for being a little upset, the intensity in which he seemed to emanate his hate was startling.

A worse person than Daniel would have walked away at that moment; clearly, he was unwanted, and the blonde didn't own this twerp anything, right? Still, something compelled him to stay, to remain still as Justin turned to look at him with an attractive smile and a smooth tone of voice. The bully's usually attractive face was marred with a burning-hot red sore, and Daniel gave an obligatory wince of sympathy.

Mentally, Daniel figured the other teen's face would be swollen for days.

Justin spoke up once more, and Daniel nodded along. He adopted the 'I'm listening and I'm sympathizing' face he kept in reserve just for guys like this - so over-bloated on their ego that they don't mind the empathy, but just prideful enough that they wouldn't appreciate anything over the minimal amount. The expression was usually easy to keep, but for some reason it was a little harder than normal. Maybe it was the way Justin's smug face kept staring at him, or the snide, homophobic insult he threw at the other teen. Either way, the seventeen year old knew this was going to be a struggle, and even as he mentally moaned about how cliched and stupid it was for the guy to pick on someone for being gay (in 2015, no less), he had a hard time not letting his face crumple into one of disbelief.

Still, the good news was that Justin had been sufficiently distracted, and now he and his entire posse was focused on Daniel himself. Which, in all honesty, wasn't really good news, because now his palms were beginning to get a little sweaty and his heart rate began to pick up again.

Luckily, he kept any and all infliction out of his voice as he spoke, and as a result, sounded cold and even. "Marcy was looking for you," he told Justin bluntly, crossing his arms casually. Marcy had been, in fact, looking for her cousin, but that had been hours ago, and now the excitable girl had doubtless forgotten why she wanted to see him. Still, the excuse kept him in the clear, and gave him time to think of something else to say.

Carefully, Daniel chanced a glance at the victim, barely biting back his sympathy. The guy was still on the floor, scowling heavily at the group of popular kids. The blonde had to give it to him - the other teen had quite a bit of fire. He could appreciate that.

Careful not to stare at the other kid too much, Daniel paused before twisting his lips into a sly smile. "Oh, and Mr. Davis left his weed stash out again. He's in the bathroom, but I don't know how long that'll last."

//thank you <33 but honestly the way you write is so lovely! and i had an embarrassing amount of typos in there haha ^^''

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i think that would be pretty neat. of course, i'm not really sure how much eliot really cared about people at that point, since he wouldn't really mind a small town being massacred by a crazed fox. but he probably didn't want finn's powers to grow too much - like, his mindset was kind of like 'wow, his mom was a giant pain, i really don't want him to inherit that, whelp, better stop him' or something.

i was kind of making eliot with the basis that he could kind of be our villain for now? like, he only cares about his family, and he can't really express that too well. i dunno, just though that'd be pretty cool.

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dude. yes.

elijah would definitely get grumpy about that. he would most definitely ignore finn for a while, and probably even threaten to kill him if he showed his face again. i think finn would accuse elijah of being a hypocrite because he's a hunter and he's probably used a lot of people just to get what he wants.

as for eliot? well, i'd probably have him find out sooner or later. but, like, that would probably entail a lot of attempts at smiting finn, which would make elijah uncomfortable, and then they would kind of make up but still be mad at each other for a while.

i dunno, i think there might be a period in time where everyone just kind of distrusts and dislikes finn because of that[i mean, i don't think a single active character would agree with finn's choice. maybe azariah, but that'd be up to his rp'er].

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i like that ^^
elijah probably would feel guilty about threatening finn, but definitely wouldn't regret it. he's never going to stop being a hunter - he's just going to stop being a senseless killer when it comes to supernatural beings. after eliot becomes a big problem for them, i think elijah would actively search out finn, because despite all of his talk, he doesn't want the kitsune to die or anything.

it depends on how the roleplay goes, but i think it could be interesting. i'm definitely digging the idea of eliot kind of... growing evil? if that makes any sense. like, he was always morally ambiguous, but something set him off so that he goes pretty bat sh!t for a while. possibly the whole finn using azariah thing, but probably something else as well.

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definitely! i'm really invested as well, so it would be a big disappointment if i couldn't continue it on. i love making my plots long and convoluted, and a lot of times roleplays die off before i'm ever able to make them that way. so, yeah, that'd really be cool ^^

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Robyn snorted in agreement, unable to deny the obvious. Fiore did have a... way with words. For the while that he'd known him, the curly-haired man had never seen anyone say no to the Italian. He was kind of a force of nature, and that was probably what made Robyn hate him in the first place; he was this sort of... uncontrollable storm that had rolled onto campus one day and ensnared half of the school.

Sighing softly to himself, Robyn forced the thought from his mind. Now wasn't the time to dwell on that; for now, they were kind of on the same side, and wow, that was really weird to think. It left a bad feeling in his stomach, and the curly-haired man grimaced with displeasure. Oh, yeah. He wasn't thinking that again, like, ever.

Shuddering as the cold seeped through the car window, Robyn snuggled deeper into his wrinkled hoodie. It smelled like alcohol and... ugh. That was sex, wasn't it? That was the actual freaking smell of sex. Between him. And Fiore. His nose wrinkled, but Robyn refused to discard the hoodie, too cold to even consider the idea. Instead, the American attempted to shift around the hoodie, so that it was still covering him, but he didn't have to smell it. The attempt wasn't very successful, and even as he listened to the Italian speak beside him, Robyn kept shifting around in an attempt to get comfortable.

"Besides, it sounds like I shouldn't be going to any of my classes for the next couple of days, anyway. No real reason to get back to school, yeah?" Fiore's words made him freeze, chin hidden behind the cloth of his hoodie. One arm was in a sleeve, but the other was reaching up and curling tight around the collar, pushing it downwards so that the American didn't have to smell it.

Robyn resisted the urge to snap at Fiore, taking deep breathes to calm himself. It wasn't the Italian's fault - he didn't know what those words meant to the curly-haired student. He was just making conversation and saying what was on his mind. The other brunette probably didn't need to go back - not like Robyn.

So thinking, the American man pushed his rage into the crevices of his mind, carefully clearing his head as he listened to the other speak. The next question was... unexpected. Robyn never really thought about it all-that-much, but it was pretty obvious to him now that Fiore wouldn't know what to expect in America. Europe was so different to it's American counterpart, that it was a wonder the Italian knew what he did.

He'd always blended so seamlessly in with the rest of the college that he hadn't even thought of his struggles as a foreign transfer student. Robyn's guilt felt like a stone in his stomach, and no matter how he tried to shove it away, it just remained. Swallowing as inconspicuously as he could, Robyn turned away from the other male, staring resolutely at the scenery as it flew by.

"...it.... depends," he began, hesitantly at first. Taking a deep breathe, but not taking his eyes off the window, he continued. "Most people are fine with it, I guess. I wouldn't exactly flaunt it, and doubtless there will be a lot of hate represented in a lot of different ways, so just... be prepared to find out that a lot of your friends actually hate you. Expect teachers to make your grades go down, expect jeers and a lot of confusion and those one's who'll ask if you're interested in threesomes, or the weirdoes who'll approach you and tell you how much they support and respect you. Most definitely be prepared for the 'who's the man in the relationship?' comments. Just..." Robyn let out a gust of air. "Just be bloody prepared."

Of course, Robyn would also have to deal with the entire team refusing to dress in the same locker room as him, but that just figured. He'd just get changed before he got to practice.

//you're so sweet~ honestly, i'd give you mine if you could give me you're lol
///-sassy pose-
////i'm so glad you like him! i ship him and fiore so much~~

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i think we should wait for azariah to reply for now ^^
i feel like i haven't been giving him/her a lot to respond to, and i'm kind of excited to give actual interaction haha.