Posts by Outcastie.

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I'm interested! I'll post a form as soon if that's ok

//omg I almost lost the entire form when I tried to copy and paste it here! 😅😢//

Elias groaned as he sat inside the company van, resting his head on the wheel. He really didn't like this job, most of the time he just sitting in the car driving from 'Point A' to 'Point B'. It did not require much moving around, which was more of a downer for him. There was only one real reason he had stuck around for so long. There was a person who worked at one of the flower shops he frequented for work and Elias was shamelessly infatuated with him. However, recently, Caspian had not been in when he came to pick up the flowers for delivery. It had been a month since he had last seen him. The other employees had told him that the man was out of town for an unknown amount of time. At this point, he was wondering if Caspian was ever going to return. If he wasn't then he had no real reason to continue working for his company anymore. This time he'll try to find a job that required a lot more physical activity. Something that did not make him sit still for long periods of time.

With an annoyed sigh, he forced himself out of the parked van and made his way over to the flower shop. As he opened up the door to enter, as always the bell overhead rang to alert any employees of his presence. As he made his way over to the counter, he stared down at his clipboard looking through the list of all other stops he needed to stop by today. It was a slow day today, only two or three shops more shops he needed to stop by. Glancing up from his clipboard, he had immediately noticed Caspian behind the counter. His eyes widened in surprise. He's back! I really thought he wasn't going to come back! Elias smiled as his eyes met with Caspian's. "Ah! I haven't seen you here in a while! It's good to see you again!"

Elias leaned against the counter as his eyes quickly scanned across the shop, taking in the sight of all the flowers. If there was one other thing he liked about this job was the smell of flower shops. "What flowers do you have for me today?" He grinned as he looked back over to the other. The man couldn't help but look the other over. Discreetly, of course. He wondered whether or not today was the day he was going to ask the other man out. It had to be, no? The last time he had hesitated, Caspian had disappeared for a what, a month? What if next time he left for good this time?

Though, his eyes were more drawn to a few bruises he had spotted that were just barely peeking out from his clothes. He tipped his head to the side at the discovery but quickly looked away. It would be rude to be caught staring and even ruder to ask what the bruises were from. Especially from someone you only knew from very brief encounters.

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Elias listened and nodded intently as the other began to list off the flowers he was to receive from the shop today. He wasn't quite sure what it was about him(Cas) that drew the other in so much. Was it his looks? His smile? His whole demeanor in general? Just watching Caspian in his element was something he could probably do for hours. When the other re-emerged from the backroom with the crates, his own smile returned as the other set the two down. Before he had the chance to speak, the other had quickly retreated back to the room.

However, it was not long until the other had returned, this time with a single flower in hand. An Alstroemeria. He looked down at the pretty flower, noticing the shaky hand that held it out for him. A flower! For me?! This had definitely made his day! Getting a flower from the person you've fallen head-over-heels for! As he reached for the flower, he purposely allowed his hand to brush against the other's hand. Taking the flower into his hand he examined it, taking in its lovely appearance. Elias gently prodded the very edges of the soft flower petals. "Friendship?" He repeated softly. The word left a bitter taste in his mouth. He tipped his head to the side as he continued to study the gifted flower.

"But..." Elias slowly began as he carefully twirled the stem between his fingers. "It's red too. Doesn't it mean something else if it's red?" The question was deliberate and there was a slight tone of gloominess in the question. As if he hoped the other would respond with the answer he had in mind. He didn't know much about the language of flowers. But he knew the basics of the basics. Red flowers, a majority of the time are viewed as a symbol of love and passion, right? He really doubted there was any other intention behind the flower other than what Caspian had said. But he could dream? Now would be a good time to ask the other out. He didn't want to risk not seeing the other again!

After a few moments, he straightened himself up and turned his attention back over to Caspian. "Anyways..." Elias checked over his shoulder, making sure there was no one within hearing distance of the two of them. "I've been meaning to ask you for a while now. Why don't you let me take you out for a coffee or something?" He was playing it cool on the surface, but there was nothing but chaos stirring in his heart. Usually, he wasn't this nervous about such things. But this was about the person he was completely over the moon for! What if he flat-out rejected him?! What would he do then? He couldn't just carry-on like everything was normal! If he says no...t-then! I'll really have to quit my job! I can't keep coming here like nothing ever happened! Even seconds seemed to last like hours as he awaited Caspian's response. Although the nerves were not typical, the current dramatics that was playing inside his head definitely was typical. He tended to overdramatize things that really didn't need to be.

Elias bit his lip apprehensively as he waited for the other's answer. If he was going to honest, his heart dropped a little when Caspian suddenly turned and walked away. Though the feeling went away as quickly as it came when the man returned, this time with a blue flower in hand. He was offered this flower as well as accepting his offer to go out. With an elated grin, he happily accepted the second flower. "That's great! Then-!" He stopped himself short as he fished out his cellphone from his back pocket. As quickly as he could, he unlocked the phone and opened up the keypad. "Could I get your number? So we can figure out the date later," he asked. He slid his phone on the counter in front of the other.

Before the other could respond, he placed the two gifted flowers softly on the counter and walked over to the crates of flowers. With a grunt, he picked the two crates and began to make his way out of the shop. Elias turned around, walking backward as he looked over to Caspian and obviously down at the phone. "I'll be right back, okay?" He assured the other with a smile as turned back around and out the door. Hopefully, the other would type in his phone number by the time he came back. It would probably be easier for the other to do so if he was out of the room too. There was also the fact that he did need to do his job as well. Once he was out of the shop, he went straight to the back of the van. Opening up the back doors and climbing inside.

Carefully, he placed the crates inside. Making sure to secure the crates, he tied them down so they would not roll around in the back as he drove around the city. As he tied the knots, his thoughts naturally went to Caspian. Hopefully, he was putting in his number as he was in here. He would love to be able to talk to Caspian on the phone. They would be able to talk about whatever they felt like talking about at the moment. Elias would no longer have to wait until a specific day at a specific time to be able to talk with the other. "Ah! Today is a good day!" he said to himself in a sing-songy tune. Once he ensured that the crates would not fall over with the slightest turn, he hopped out of the van. He looked over to the shop, just barely being able to the other man from here.

Gleefully, he returned back into the shop. The bell ringing to re-alert the other of his presence. "Back!" He announced in case the bell wasn't loud enough. With a grin, he approached the counter. The first thing he picked up was the two flowers he had set down gently before. He admired the gifted flowers for a few seconds before returning his gaze to Caspian. "Wow! You really gave me two flowers this time! I'm happy," he smiled sweetly.

Glancing over at his phone, he reached to pick it up. Curiously, he looked through his contact list until he found the one he was looking for. There it is! Satisfied after seeing the new phone number in his contacts, he put the phone back into his pocket. Elias twirled the stems between his fingers as he listened to Caspian explain away the language of flowers and what people use them for. Truthfully, he was not all that into flowers, but he would happily learn things about this language and their symbolism if it was through Caspian. He would probably listen to him speak for hours on end if the other male would let him. That was how he knew that he had fallen hard for this guy.

He has had been a few other relationships before, but he wouldn't say he would have done all of that for them. It was almost scary how into him he was. Almost as if every little thing the petite man did and said was something that should be acknowledged. Maybe he was exaggerating again, but his voice was like listening to a bundle of jingling silver bells. It was a sweet and nice sound. Something you wouldn't mind hearing over and over.

"Well, I—" He was cut off by Caspian suddenly grabbing onto his hand and pulling him into the backroom. Elias was too confused about what was going on to really try to resist. The other male seemed to be pretty stressed about whatever was going on. As he was shoved into the room, he noticed that the other was consistently looking back out into the shop. Someone's here? Who? And why is Caspian so anxious about them?

Elias frowned as he heard the other's explanation as to the reason why he(Elias) was dragged into the backroom. "Are you feeling alright? You look...pale," he commented, concerned. He had noticed Caspian was clenching his fists as well. The delivery man tried to peek around the doorway to take a look at the person who had just entered. Just who exactly was making Caspian feel this way? It was starting to bother him. He reached over to rest a hand on the florist's shoulder and gave it a reassuring squeeze. "Do you not want to see him? Is that it? I...can help. If you want me to..." his voice trailed off. Crap. Am I going too far? He did not want to overstep his boundaries. Especially when he had only just asked the other male out.

Elias bit his lip unsurely as the other decided that he was going to go out there and deal with this man. Though before he had the chance to say anything more, the other was already walking back into the main shop. Judging the way Caspian was acting, this mystery man was certainly bad news. Just how did Caspian know this man then? Through work, but what kind of work has you completely terrified of someone at that level?

Carefully, he leaned against the wall on the other side of the doorway, listening in on the conversation. The florist had greeted the man that caused the other man to become terrified. So far, the conversation seemed pretty normal. Though there was a difference between spoken words and body language. So who really knew what was going on out there. He was tempted to walk out there and see what was happening, but he knew that it probably wouldn't end nicely. Sighing he glanced around the backroom. It was chock-full of crates and had quite a few floral coolers as well.

The man ran his hands through his brown hair as he scanned the room, unsure of what to do. There was a door on the opposite side of the room, that looked like it could be another exit. Should I look for the rest myself? If the other man did not want him to try and help with whatever was going on between that man then what else could he really do? He began walking around the room, in search of the poppies that he needed to deliver.

He had delivered enough poppies to know what they looked like. They ranged from yellow to a bright orange color. Carefully, he poked through the crates, making sure not to make a mess of things. Putting everything back where it was found. Every few moments, he made sure to stop and try to listen in on what was happening outside. Oh, I think these are the ones! Picking up the crate, he glanced around the room. Shit! I left my clipboard on the counter!

Chewing the inside of his cheek for a few seconds, unsure of what to do. Letting out a groan, he reluctantly began to make his way over to the backroom exit. Elias continuously looked behind his shoulder, making sure nothing weird was going on out front with Caspian before he sneaked out through the back.

Making his way out the back, he eventually found his way back over to the van outside. This whole interaction between Caspian and him had gone from exciting to concerning. He was still wondering if he should go back in and check on the other. Securing the crate in his van, he couldn't help but keep looking back over to the flower shop. He could see a bit of the two from here.

sorry for not replying! Honestly, I brought a new game and spent all day playing some of it yesterday! I don't think I'll be able to respond today either, cause I'm helping out my family with stuff. You know with all that's going on these days... :|

But I'll have something up tomorrow for sure!

//Sorry. This post is probably not great :\ //

After what felt like hours, the stranger that Caspian was afraid of was finally exiting the shop. Elias averted his gaze from the man, at first, as soon as he had walked out. It would be strange to be caught staring, wouldn't it? Also, the florist had put the caution in his mind when he mentioned, this man was not exactly friendly. Which was clear by how pale the other got just being in the same building with him. He hopped off the back of the van, giving the crates one last look, picking up the uniform cap he had tossed in before he had even stepped foot in the floral shop. Before shutting the double doors, he reluctantly put on the hat. I really hate this thing... As he made his way to the driver-side of the van, the stranger man finally noticed him.

Like Elias always did to others who passed by him, he tipped his uniform cap upwards a bit. " 'Morning," He greeted the other briefly, as he finally got into the car. The delivery man murmured a curse or two under his breath, before pulling off from the shop. ...Off to the next one. I hope the other shops don't take their sweet time. The day had started off so well, only to quickly have his excitement and fun ruined by the arrival of some other man. Bastard. He couldn't wait to go home and sulk. Maybe even try to text Caspian and then sulk some more.

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Once his short shift had been done and over with he had come straight home. To try to take his mind of today's events, he sat in the living room, in front of his tv. It could not be good for someone to replay a specific event in their mind over and over again. What if he thought about it too much that the memory starts to become stale? He didn't want to happen so soon. Elias played video games, though every once in a while he sometimes caught himself sneaking glances at his phone laying beside him. In case the other decided to call or text first.

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A few matches later, he flopped onto the carpeted floor of his living room, hugging one of the couch pillows. Staring intensely at his phone, wondering if he should call or text first. The initial idea of trying not to think about the morning events had been completely thrown at the window. It kept repeating through his head on repeat, like some sort of broken record.

Well, so far I’m liking your idea!

So yeah. Haru shows up to some party Rory throws. They get wasted and wake up in bed together. Something definitely happened. Geez I can already feel Haru’s horror and awkwardness. 😬

Ooooh! I'm interested!

I'll try to post the form as soon as I can!

Damn sorry it took this long!

His second-hand man was just about the only one within the Syndicate that could push him around and get away with it and it never ceased to annoy him. His childhood friend was energetic, a risk-taker, talkative, and a partier. Just about the polar opposite of his boss, Haru. All of this resulted with Haru in situations he would rather not be in, like now. Haru was grumbling a hoard of obscenities as the sound of blaring music grew louder and louder as he was being half-led, half-dragged to the club that belonged to the venom leader. For whatever insane reason his second, Ryu, insisted that they should go to the birthday party of the guy. Perhaps he should be limiting just how often he goes to that club.

The last time he had seen Rory was when the incident had occurred. Luckily all of the evidence that anything had happened was been cleaned up and wiped from any cameras they had. It was a minor inconvenience on his part, but an inconvenience all the same. All the apology flowers, gifts, and money that had been sent his way were immediately trashed. Though he was pretty sure he saw some underlings digging through the garbage bin for cash. So somebody was making use of the tossed presents.

The syndicate leader frowned as he entered the establishment. He wasn't exactly surprised that Ryu had disappeared almost as soon as he entered. His eyes scanned the area with little interest. People were dancing—well mostly grinding each other—, sitting around, and of course downing alcohol; nothing new really. Shrugging, he began to make his way over to the bar. He might as well partake in drinking, the overall strongest vice he had.

Upon arrival at the bar, he had immediately spotted Rory, sipping nursing on whiskey. And just his luck, the only open seat was right next to him. With a huff, he went and took a seat by the gang leader. He might as well have, knowing Rory, he would have sniffed him out eventually. Plus he really wanted a drink. He had only bothered to spare the man a glance after a drink was placed in front of him and a generous sip was taken.

"I see you've gotten better," he greeted simply. His eyes briefly fluttered down over to where he remembered the stab wound had been.

//Should we skip just a little further to when they're already completely drunk? Talking about who knows what? Also sorry if this post seems all jumbled. It took me longer than usual to write this out.//

Worried..? Mmm. I guess. The man supposed that was true. Haru didn't want the other to die. Not while he was on Ishido territory anyway. His eyes remained—perhaps a bit too long—on the old scar that reached across the other's abdomen. He had yet to receive any horrific scars. His were small and something one could easily look over. Almost faded scars that one would typically get from childhood. It was fairly obvious who had lived a much smoother life.

Haru had grown up surrounded by wealth and protection from guards assigned to him from a young age. He was also the youngest of four children, so it was safe to say he was doted on by his family and the more important members of the syndicate as well.

The taunting about whether or not he could handle his drink had already irked him enough. He had a talent for pissing him off, he would give him that. Haru had also noticed one his fingers nails was scratching at the counter, leaving behind a small indentation or two. Another sign that the anger was building. An obviously insincere smile had formed onto his face as Rory began to go on about how if he wasn't this and that. The other had wisely stopped himself from outwardly finishing that train of thought. He had an idea of where it was going to go. The gin must have already been taking an effect. He would have normally already been starting a fight just for the implication he was making. Starting a fight here was a no go, maybe he should take another sip...

The Ishido leader paused at the question posed, his lower lip pressed against his glass. Tipping his head slightly to the side, his single and silver cross earring swung gently in response, glinting in the little light the room gave off. His eyes moved to take a look over at Rory; who was slumped over his drink, leather jacket now removed. "Mmm. No..?" he responded thoughtfully. Taking another small sip, he set the glass down and shifted in his seat to face the other. "Why? Did you want me to wish you a Happy Birthday? You need only ask," he hummed. He could feel the buzz coming in. He was suddenly feeling warmer and a bit more comfortable. Comfortable enough to offer up his congratulations to the face of the snake beside him, whom he just wanted to slam his fist into moments ago.

Haru blinked as he felt a tug on his collar and like magic, he was suddenly in front of Rory. At this point, he could barely process what the other was saying to him. He was talking way too fast. But whatever had happened didn't seem urgent enough, as he was soon released from the other's grip. With a hiccup, he reached for his can of beer. Or he at least tried to. He had managed to knock it over instead. A decent amount of it had spilled out onto the floor before he could try to rescue the remaining beer. Noo! It's all gone now! One would think he had just witnessed something horrifically tragic, by the look on his face. But the expression had left just as quickly as it had come. He lazily tossed the can out of the way to make room for a brand new one. Though his attention went back to the can he had tossed away. By the sound it had made in contact with the floor, it wasn't empty. Shit. However, it had already rolled out of the booth and out of view. Oh well, it was someone else's problem now.

He cracked open a new can, his...how many of these has he had now? Shrugging to himself he took a big gulp, make it two, no, make that three. Feeling the cushion of the booth shift, he let his head droop down to see the snake lying down. His head just barely touching the side of his leg. Normally, he would have probably shoved him away, but right now he couldn't have cared less.

The Ishido leader himself was slumped back onto the comfy seat. His usual perfect posture was gone and he felt like he slowly slipping off the seat. Though he didn't think he would mind if he did do just that. The space underneath the table was looking strangely appealing. His incoherent thoughts were interrupted by the other man as he felt his hand being taken and felt a soft kiss laid on it. It tickled. Rory had the same shit-eating grin on his face as always, how annoying. Though he made little resistance as the other intertwined their fingers and quickly gave up. Whatever, he can have it, as long as he still had a free one to pick up his beer.

What did he say? Birth...day? Oh, that was right! It was the other's birthday or some shit like that. Nodding his head, like he completely understood what the other had said. He moved to turn a bit towards Rory. His free hand using the table for balance so he wouldn't fall on top of the other. He glanced down at the man and smiled. "Happy...B-Birthday!" He slightly stuttered, it had taken him a while, but the words had finally come out. Maybe he had squeezed the other's hand a bit.

A pout had appeared on his face, however, he just processed all the little pet names. He shook his head, his body seemed to sway with it. "Mmm. No. I don't like the last one," he said slowly. Only seeming to have a problem with ''sweetheart''. The others were apparently fine for him.