dress up in you

adrian thrace, 20, writer, sad boy.

[adrianthrace]

louisafalco:

louisa was not paying attention to anything that surrounded her as she rushed down the unusually busy street. she was texting somebody when she tripped over something. her eyes widened as she fell over somebody. “oh my god, i’m so sorry!” her cheeks turned a soft shade of red and she was feeling really awkward as she was literally on top of that person.

Adrian carefully righted himself, sitting on the sidewalk. “Erm, are you - are you alright?” He said, looking at the girl who had run into him. He wouldn’t have minded so much, besides the awkwardness of the whole situation, if it hadn’t been for what he was carrying - A coffee, and an extreme large folder full of papers, both of which were now all over the ground.

[adrianthrace]

“Relax a bit, mate, would you?” Vik was busying himself pouring his newfound company a drink as he spoke. “No need to feel intimidated by little ole me. I’m the one that offered you the drink.” Sure, there was a hint of sarcasm in the Goth’s voice as he spoke about not being intimidated by him. As soon as he’d poured it, he held it out for the skittish male before him. “Here, this’ll calm your nerves a bit. What’s your name?”

“I’m - I’m not intimidated.” He said, somehow feeling a bit more confident than he had been a minute ago. It only lasted a second, though, and as he sat, he ran his fingers nervously over the strap of his bag - It had always been someone of a security blanket for him, and excessive picking and thread pulling had made it look more that a little worn over the years. “Uh.. Thank you.” He said, taking the drink. “Adrian. M-my name is Adrian.”

[norafeng]

“Please tell me you’re going to join me for a drink. Or t w e l v e.” Viktor stretched both arms over the back of the couch he was seated at, gesturing to the already almost empty bottle. “I may have gone ahead and taken your first couple along with mine, but there’s plenty more where that came from.”

[adrianthrace]

Adrian liked people watching, but only when the people didn’t actually talk to him - That was where he drew the line, or however you drew a line when you were awkward and hated confrontation. “I.. Uh.. I d-don’t really..” It was much easier, he found, to write things out, because you couldn’t stumble over your words like this on paper. “Al - Alright..” He trailed off, uncomfortably, trying to look like of an idiot.

[adrianthrace]

hello hello ! i’m theo, i use he/him pronouns, this is adrian, also uses he/him pronouns. he’s a tiny gay shy boy writer? probably has a poetry blog on tumblr. doesn’t talk a lot / v stuttery but when he feels comfortable he will talk ur damn ear off. please love him.