Posts by Lilyflare

[align=center][font=georgia][aw, thanks. ^^]

And he just sat up in his room, unaware of what he could possibly do. It hadn't been something he'd done, right? No, it couldn't have been. It just couldn't have been. Although with the different ideas flooding through his head, really anything was possible. Yet, he kept his cool as the various thoughts - some not so nice - flooded his mind, and simply stalled there, preoccupying the space he actually needed to compose a decent hypothesis, but damn it, he just couldn't think of one.

Okay, plan B. It was time for a little intervention, Strider style as a given.

The blonde was quickly out of his room, and downed the stairs in little to no time, wher he instantly barked, "Egbert!" It was more of a demanding, and stern call than anything. In the midst of searching for the other boy, it finally hit Dave that he was in fact not inside of the house. Oh great.

So he either had the choice of the back or the front door. Oh, decisions, decisions. In an attempt to think like John, although it really didn't work in his favor, the cherry red eyed boy chose the back door where he nearly stormed towards but kept a completly cool, and calm exterior as yanked the back door open with a single pull and twist, "John, where the fuck are you?"

[align=center][font=georgia]Okay, had to make this quick. Didn't want to poor guy, or chick who was delivering the pizza he'd called in only about ten minutes ago to disturb the little chat he was about to have with his best friend.

So, the blonde took quick action as to make his way over, grabbing John by the forearm with a soft yet all the while firm grip, pulling immediatly, "C'mon. We're going back inside. We need to talk. Now." The emotion had seemed to drain from his voice. Literally. There was nothing there, other than dullness.

Honestly, he didn't want to sound as harsh as he did, but fuck, did he really have any other choice? As far as he was concerned, no, he did not, and desperate times call for desperate measures, right? Right. Being a sweet, and loving pushover about it would get him no where, and right now, all he wanted was answers.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px;][font=georgia]"David Strider, I love you."

And the single phrase just kept reversing in his head, and fuck, fuck, fuck. In the midst of his disorientation, he simply stared at John, the confusion in his eyes only hidden by the tinted lenses that masked them.

His breath hitched for a second, causing a state of paralysis within his lungs as he tried to pace his breathing. No, keep your cool, Strider; now is [i]not the time to start acting like a complete dumbass![/i] He reminded himself thoughtfully before straightening, managing to recollect his breath.

To say the feelings were not mutual would have been a lie. In simplest terms, Dave could say the same. Not really love but more of a concerned, if-anything-happened-to-you-I'd-be-nothing sort of feeling. So it was safe to say the feelings were in fact returned, just in a different fashion.

Yet while these thoughts rushed through his head, the blonde only continued to stare, crimson optics directing themselves to flash over ocean blue. By now, the only thing holding him back was a decent response. 'I love you too' was way too sappy for some one of his caliber but then again, showing his response with an action or gesture was a bit too bold.

Well.
He was a bit screwed here, now, wasn't he?

Then it hit him. John could've been playing a prank. John could've been fucking around with him because... that was what John did. The thought caused a sudden spark of fire to ignite in his mind, hitting a single nerve that could only think of the statement as true. If he was in fact just joking around with h-

No. He was fairly sure not even Egbert would stoop to that level. To joke about such a sensitive subject. Sure, the other could be a bit of an annoyance from time to time, but he wasn't a flat out jackass.

"John," he breathed out quietly, closing his eyes for a second as he brought a hand up to his own head, touching his temple lightly in a sort of stress relieving way.

"I guess..."

You guess?
He wanted to hit himself in the face after that statement but no going back now, huh?

"Fuck it. I love you too."

And that was that. Yet now he felt guilty. He'd basically forced the response out of the other and the after sensation from doing such a thing was not nice. Dave grimaced once before shaking the thoughts off, returning his attention back to John.

[ I feel so proud for writing all of that. Mentally patting myself on the back over here. ]

[fancypost borderwidth=0px;][font=georgia]Dave almost cracked a grin, trailing behind the other as he made his way to the couch. With a single nod, he inquired, "Yeah, I guess that's all I wanted to know." Settling on the arm of the couch, he pressed his back against said piece of furniture.

The Strider crossed his arms over his chest, trying to process exactly what had happened. Honestly, everything had flown by in a blur and he himself was still trying to accept what he'd formerly said. With a sigh, he pushed the thoughts to the back of his mind, deciding they didn't matter as of now.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px;][font=georgia][ //claps// that's a lovely little plot idea. i think it'd be great. c: ]

The blonde nodded once to the other's suggestion, giving a small, "Sounds like a gameplan," before leaning against the couch once more, trying to allign correctly so he could at least be comfortable. As John stood up and stretched, Dave took the oppurtunity to slip off the couch's arm, and onto the end of the piece of furniture, giving a sigh of relief as he sank into the cushions.

As John gave his small rant about television, the crimson-eyed boy simply rolled his eyes, "Or, you know, you're just picky." He stated with a blunt monotone, directing his gaze to look at the other boy.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px;][font=georgia]When the phone landed in his lap, the blonde proceeded to stare for a few seconds before finally realizing that the call must have been for him. With a swift movement, he snatched the phone in one hand, beginning with the common 'Hello?'

It didn't take more than a few moments for Dave to become submerged in his conversation, despite the fact the majority of his answers were 'Okay', 'Alright', 'Yeah, sure', and things along those lines. Then again, he wasn't much of a talker. After the call ended, the coolkid then straightened, placing the phone on his lap before looking to the kitchen, getting to his feet in order to go find John. Now the blonde simply had a propsition to ask of.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px;][font=georgia]He took no time to toss the other's phone on the table as he began to speak, "You up for a party?" It was a simply, easy question and Dave didn't bother to give any details. If John wanted to come, then alright... then he'd give him the major details. Shaking off the thoughts, the blonde then crossed his arms, leaning to one foot and shifting his weight as he looked at the other, obviously expecting an answer.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px;][font=georgia]With a single nod, and an almost happy expression, the blonde then muttered, "Great," Taking a deep breath, he then pondered for a second, trying to muse up the easiest, and quickest way to explain, "A couple of friends called me up to DJ at a party, 'kay? Said I could bring a guest, and I figured since you were just complaining about having nothing to do, that maybe you'd want to go, and apprantely you do, so fan-fucking-tastic."

[fancypost borderwidth=0px;][font=georgia]The blonde nearly grinned as he then returned with an answer, "Right now." Dave stated bluntly, crimson eyes flickering with amusement as he looked toward the other's cornflower blue ones. Despite the fact his expression was that close to a poker face, it was quite obvious he was now in a rather decent - maybe even happy - mood.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px;][justify][font=georgia]Of course, Dave waited, standing with his arms crossed until the other returned downstairs. As the spoke, a small grin appeared on his lips as he nodded, quickly going for the door, and taking little to no time to swing it open, and take off but not before flashing a bright smirk.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px;][font=georgia]"Still gotta loud mouth, huh, Matt?" The hawk called out loudly, his beady eyes watching the bangel from the canopy of the forest. Despite this, Bethel's mood quickly changed from annoyed to ecstatic as he then stated, "Dude, I haven't seen you in forever!" The vibrant bird stated as he swooped down, right in front of the bengel, "But I'm guessin' you didn't come to see me right?" He then cocked his head to side, [b]"Whatcha' want?"

[fancypost borderwidth=0px;][font=georgia]username: lilyflare.
nickname/what you would like to be called: lily, flare, lil, that girl over there, call me whatever you like.

name: farris mincee.
gender: female.
age: 6.4 sweeps.
blood color: ochre.
appearance: farris is a rather small, fragile thing with a delicate physique. despite this, she holds classic troll characteristics, which include the sunken amber eyes, and slate grey skin. her hair, of course, is a shade of dark ebony, and although it is rather choppy, and seemingly layered, it comes evenly to her shoulders when straight, but this is rare, as the ends to flip out, giving it a rather messy, and unkept look. she adorns herself a plain black shirt with sleeves that come down to her elbows, and a long, grey skirt that drags to the ground. her foot wear are a pair of simple black flats, although they are very worn, and rather old.
personality: farris is generally a stubborn miss with a fiery attitude. she's quick to snap at anyone, and has just a bad temper. she's prone to use a rather extensive vocabulary, and just simply loves to confuse others. although she gets along with some, she had a tendency to make enemies instead of actual friends, or at least people she can trust. despite all of her cons, she does have a few pros. see, she is incredibly intelligent, and sly; she knows how to get her way out of danger if she needs to.
god tier: maid of light.
dream moon: derse.
fetch modus: crowbarkind.
strife specibi: clue.
handle/tag: ethericCircuit [EC]
typing quirk: EC: Types in a rather bland fashion although she uses no commas or apostraphes.
quadrants:
♥: ---
♦: ---
♣: ---
♠: ---
other: hello, nightie. uvu

[fancypost borderwidth=0px;][font=georgia]that wasn't very nice to call me, along with ebony, and dev, losers. you seem to be more rude these days, nightie. sheesh. calm down. anyway, hello, old friends who i have not talked to in forever.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px;][font=georgia]i like that idea!
all i can see is "jaaaaaanie-" "-weeeeeell look at the time, i must be going see you later, lalonde." "but i-" "nope, nope, it's time for me to go now."
and "jake, jake, jake, jake, jake-" "WHAT!?" "let's make out."

plus aus are just great, and i haven't roleplayed with any of you sweet babes in forever. <3

then i am the real roxy lalonde. yep.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px;][font=georgia]free bump.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px;][font=georgia]{tracking --}

[fancypost borderwidth=0px;][font=georgia]you do that, nightie. i'll be here eagerly awaiting for that thread, and your return.

ebony, why do i feel like you the kawaii one of our group? i mean, seriously.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px;][font=georgia]oooooh yay. /runs off to go reply