Aidan O'Neil

Aidan James O'Neil Feels as though our world's crashing down. We can't forget to breathe through this now

[aidan-oxneil]

teo-silvestri:

Teo follows the man into the apartment, or at least tries to. Something prevents him from entering. He hums, mildly amused. “Interesting.” So this kid can’t even see him, but has a talisman in the house? Of course, it was significantly weaker than that pesky rosary Pablo wore. Compared to that, this one is a child’s play especially to a centuries-old ghost like Teo. As far as he understands, talismans are products of magic, imbued with prayer like keep the harms away from me. But when clashed with a bigger force, it can be erased. He steps forward, this time with a clear purpose to enter. He is blocked out by the invisible force again, but he pushes further. Soon he hears something in the house breaks, and his entry is unbarred. He phases through the door without a problem. “That sounds quite inconvenient. And don’t you have one of those… air controller thing?” He comments offhandedly as he walks into the kitchen. Even for a ghost, this apartment is too hot to be in. “So what exactly are you? How come you can’t see me but have a talisman to keep me out?”

For a moment the man thinks that he should at least drink some water to cool himself down from being out in the sun for so long, but then again he might need something stronger like the bottle of whiskey in the freezer. Aidan gently push the fridge door to close just when it sounds like something inside of his house exploded. At the noise, he jerks back and turns his head towards the general area he heard the sound. Aidan quickly grabs the whiskey from inside the freezer then heads over to where he thought the noise came from. To his surprise he notices the weird ornament that was hanging on the wall is now shattered in pieces on the floor. After the day he’s been having he does not really care to clean up the mess immediately so he just slides his feet near the pieces to get them in a manageable pile and out of the way. Aidan then takes a seat on his sofa, unscrews the cap from the bottle, and guzzles down a few ounces of the whiskey. While it does slide down rather easy it does nothing to prevent the slight burning sensation in his throat. The man could hear the strange voice talking to him again, something he thought just might be brought on from his exposure to the heat earlier. “It’s not mine. I think the last tenant might have left it behind or something.”

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ricardo-vasquez:

Ricardo wrinkles his nose, not knowing what to do with that information. “I kicked a dude named Declan in them nuts in sixth grade, fought few Liams in my life” he randomly reminisces, since that seems like what they are doing, “so I suppose there are two kinds of people.” He shrugs casually. He was gonna ask if Aidan wants to hang out another time, but apparently the man had another plan in mind. He raises his brow. He hums contemplatively. “A free private pool, or getting slowly cooked in my apartment. What a man to do.” He gestures his hands as if he was weighing the choices, though he has already decided in his mind. “Alright, sign me up. Just one tiny flaw in your planning,” he fishes out his phone from the pocket, unlocks and hands it to Aidan “don’t think I have your number.” 

For a moment the man thought that Richie was going to turn him down judging by his facial expression, but then to his surprise he did accept Aidan’s proposal to chill at the pool. A small smile forms on his face that slowly grows by the second just thinking about them actually doing something aside from having lunch—and to think he has his coworker to thank for this opportunity. He bites his bottom lip once more when the man offers his phone over to him, so he quickly shoots himself a text through Richie’s phone. Of course, Aidan being Aidan he cannot let the opportunity go by without making some kind of Aidan-esque comment. “I’ll text you the address soon. Just make sure you don’t just show up to the house in some skimpy trunks,” he starts off, then a little wink as he hands the man his phone back to him, “—Don’t want the neighbors to think that I have a call-boy coming over.”

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ricardo-vasquez:

Ricardo shoots a look that unmistakably reads ‘Really? That’s What You’re Going With?’ “Just being real with you, man.” He soon relents and gives a shrug. “Candid is kinda stretching it, but I’ll let you have that.” He would apologize for not remembering the name– and he got the first letter right– but it wasn’t like they hung out after that coffee. He didn’t think it was a big deal. “To be fair, when you’re 20-something and working your ass off, your laundry schedule is sometimes 1 in the morning.” He wishes he was joking. But keeping his day job and being a Tuner don’t really give him much free time. “…nah, you don’t look like Danny to me. Liam or… Declan, maybe.” He says after a squint at Aidan’s face. “Anyway, I would love to catch up and shit, but anywhere else than under this scorching sun. I was out all day and sweaty as fuck.” He admits. Based on how gross he feels right now, he believes a shower is in order. “Would literally kill for some AC right about now.” 

The man nods when Richie starts spitting out some truth about his laundry schedule since there have been times that he would have to wash his clothes in the early morning—where other people his age would probably be off partying. “I actually know quite a few Liams and I had a crush on a dude named Declan back in Year 9.” Aidan is unsure if the man is trying to prove a point or just joking but either way he playfully rolls his eyes at Richie. For a moment he did forget just how hot it is outside until Richie mentioned it, which reminded him that he was headed somewhere before they ran into each other. “Yeah, I should probably head over to my coworker’s place to housesit,” he starts off, but then an idea struck him and he could not pass up the opportunity to actually hang out with the man. “My coworker has a private pool out back you’re welcome to come over—that is if you’re free.” Aidan bites down on his bottom lip as tries to get closer to the man. “If you drop call my phone I can text you the address.”

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teo-silvestri:

Teo watches in amusement as the child searches for him but fails to see anything. He could do this all day– One would ask how do ghosts kill time? They haunt people and mess with them. His favorite pass-time when Pablo is safe is misplacing people’s items. That or he possesses some drunk to seek out some sort of stimulation. He laughs at the futile attempt to tell him off. “I could leave you be and go back to my original plan for the day… but I don’t want to now.” It was a quite impulsive decision to haunt this guy, he confesses. But it wasn’t like he would have been productive watching Pablo all day. “Beside, it is not everyday I find someone who can hear me. I’m a little surprised that you can’t see me, but that happens to some men, I suppose.” 

Yup, he’s finally lost it. He’s just glad that no one is around to see the train wreck that is him arguing with the voices in his head. Perhaps if it persists the next day then he’ll probably have to go to get a psych eval on campus since it’s at a discounted rate. After entering through the front gate, the man heads straight to his apartment, unlocks the door with his key, and slams it shut. Aidan heads straight for the thermostat in the living room and tries to adjust the temperature to something that isn’t scorching hot, but it seems to be busted. “Worthless piece of shit,” he mumbles under his breath as he takes off his shirt and shorts to at least make himself more comfortable. The man walks into the kitchen towards the refrigerator and opens it to see that at least he has some bottled water in there. “I guess maybe tomorrow I’ll try hitching a ride to see if there’s water in the next town.”

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ricardo-vasquez:

Ricardo frowns up at the guy, slowly recognizing the voice and the accent. He squeezes his memory to remember the name of the guy he met on a laundry day last year. “Yeah, who wouldn’t want blisters and skin cancer?” He laughs as the guy makes the mistake of leaning on to the building wall and jumps. He is not doing any better, though. He is basically getting roasted under the sun, wiping the sweat off of his forehead. “See, I remember your lack of filter when you say shits, but not your name.” He stands up and moves over to under the closest shadow. “Alex, was it? It’s been a while.” 

There’s a smile that comes to his face when the man talks about getting blisters from being out in the sun too long. “Oh come now, that’s a narrow sort of thinking. I mean it might be true, but still.” The smile on his face recedes considerably when he realizes that the man is starting to laugh at his ridiculous antics, but then he gets out of his head and starts to join in with a small chuckle. A few beads of sweat breaks away from his hairline and race down his rosy cheeks until they completely drop off from his jaw. Aidan feels as if he is literally starting to melt away under the odd winter’s sun. “Oh fuck me.” he pauses for a moment to laugh at himself then continues, “so you don’t remember my name but you remember my candid remarks? I’ll chalk that one up as a victory.” The Mancunian wipes away some bullets of sweat with the back of his hand, before nodding at just how long it’s been since they’ve seen each other. “I guess our laundry schedule just hasn’t been matching up since that day I suppose. Oh, and it’s Aidan by the way. Some mates at work call me Danny from time to time...”

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teo-silvestri:

So it seems like this one can hear him on and off, but definitely can’t see him. Maybe an undeveloped medium, he supposes. “This oughta be fun.” He laughs to himself, following his newest victim in unhurried pace. It’s not like he is going to cause actual harm, which he could if he wished to. He simply aims to commit some innocent pranks. “Have you got no manners, boy? Throwing garbage on the streets? Shame on you.” His poltergeist now lifts one of the bottles from the ground, and throws it aimed at the back of the kid’s head. “That oughta teach you a lesson.” He continues to cackle. Now he stands right beside the kid, whispering words. “Oh, don’t be dramatic. Talking to yourself is nothing. Hearing voices, on the other hand, is quite alarming.” 

While the man continues to mumble curses under his breath he feelssomething hitting the side of his head. Looking down at the ground next to him he spies the same jug he threw into the street moments before. If he wasn’t pissed off before he sure was starting to get to that point. Aidan turns about to see if someone was around to be the culprit, but when no one was behind or immediately next to him he lets it go and assumes it had something to do with the wind. He starts off back into the direction of his apartment once again but starts to feel a weird chill in his ears as he hears another voice starting to talk to him. When the voice assures him that hearing other voices would prove to be more alarming than talking to himself, he does have to agree with the voice in his head. “Look, please leave me alone. I’m far too sober and dehydrated to be dealing with this,” he tries to plead with the voice as he inputs the security key to the front gate.

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teo-silvestri:

It takes a moment for Teo to realize that this kid reacted to what he said. A medium, perhaps? But then again, the kid is looking at the wrong direction. “Huh.” A devilish grin forms on his lips as he blinks over to the guy. If you have been dead as long as he has, you would find that the source of entertainment is quite limited as a ghost. When an opportunity presents itself, you should make the most fun out of it. “That’s what you kids call it these days? Warm weather?” He speaks from behind. He focuses on the tip of his finger, and pokes at the guy’s back. “I don’t mind the snow at all. It’s not like I can get my shoes wet… unlike yours, bruv.” He chuckles, causing the bottle the guy holds to explode with the poltergeist. The drink falls right on the shoes. “Wow, what a mess.” 

The people he thought he was talking to looked over at him with a confused look on his face, so the man took that as a sign to just move on. He was starting off in the direction to a friend’s place but then he could have sworn that someone poked his back, so he peers over his shoulder and to his surprise no one was behind him. He must be seeing and hearing things. All because of this heat no doubt. When he is just about to continue his journey the plastic jugs explodes out of nowhere and the water gets all over his shoes and some of it on his legs. “Bloody fuckin’ hell,” he whispers before throwing the useless jugs into the street. Some woman looks over at him most likely about to scold him for littering, but of course he doesn’t care so he yells at her, “Piss off.” Aidan continues to curse under his breath for a few moments at his loss of water. There’s a voice that seemingly comes from nowhere taunting him for some reason about the mess. "Shut the fuck up.” The man says aloud, which surely must be rather confusing to the woman he already told off not even three seconds prior. “Oh great. Not only did the jug explode all over me, but now I’m having an argument with myself. I deserve to be tossed in the loony bin.”

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ricardo-vasquez:

“…yet they say global warming is a scheme.“ Ricardo growls under the breath as he marches under the unforgiving sun. It’s fucking January, and the highest of today is over 100. Of course, the Tuner knows that this nightmare weather is not all about climate change. He can sense the twisted life-force in the heated air. It must be a phantom or a magic, and either way, it must be strong enough to cover the entire city. The problem is that the range is too wide and he can’t track down the source. “Fuck, I give up.“ He sighs out, exhausted from walking all over the city. He flops down on the curb. He will get some rest and go find somewhere with air conditioning. A minute or two later, he realizes there is a shade over him from someone standing in front. “Y’know I was just sunbathing.” He jokes wryly. 

With the weather starting to seemingly grow warmer by the second it comes to little surprise that everyone is out buying as much water as they can. It seems that almost all the stores in town are completely sold out of packaged water, and with him being a broke college student with a full-time job going several towns over for water is next to impossible. Aidan is on his way back to his apartment when he spotted a man he hasn’t seen since they went out for lunch several months prior. He was not going to really say anything but when the man makes up some kind of excuse as to why he’s sitting down on the curb, he is somehow compelled to speak up. “Guess now’s a better time than ever to keep up with one’s tanning, especially when it’s free.” Aidan leans up against the brick building, but immediately jerks back for a moment since he was not expecting it to be so hot for some reason. “Now that I think about it, my bum could use a proper tanning after this eerily short winter season,” he says more to himself than to Richie.

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It’s so damn hot outsideeeeee. Keep in mind it’s still January here people. #plskillmenow #elsayouknowwhattodo

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teo-silvestri:

Teo can be seen leaning on a poll outside Juan’s General Store. It may seem casual but to a ghost, leaning on something without passing it through requires a delicate focus. Luckily, he had decades of practice to make it look effortless. His eyes never leave the shop. More specifically, he is looking at the manager of the store. With the sudden heat wave around the city, he is keeping a close eye on Pablo. Who knows what might happen? But– “God, I would take my shirt off if it would make things better…” he mutters to himself. Even without a body, ghosts can feel heat. He may not sweat or faint from this scorching heat, but it still is remarkably unpleasant. “Just call it a day, Pablo.”

Ever since the warning of the heat wave Aidan has given it little regard and chooses to go about his busy day, since he still has financial and academic responsibilities to uphold. It does give him an excuse to break out his summer clothes a bit earlier than normal, but he does wonder if this was just another thing that people would deny the cause being global warming. Either way he is rather grateful that he can ditch the scarves and thick jackets for shorts and tank tops even if it might be scorching hot outside.

On his way back from class he had to stop by Juan’s Store to re-hydrate after being stuck in a classroom for about an hour with busted air conditioning unit. He could hear a voice proclaiming that they would take their shirt off it would help, and he couldn’t help but think that they are true. Aidan turns to see where the voice originated from and saw some guy with a friend and assumed they were talking to each other. “Just be thankful for the warm weather bruv. You know you’d be complaining about another few centi—I mean inches of snow.”

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I’m sorry that I missed your party I wish I had a better excuse like I had to trash the hotel lobby

But I was busy thinkin’ about boys, boys, boys

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[tashaoneil]

Only In Dreams//Aidan&Tasha

[aidan-oxneil]

tashaoneil:

His smile it was all she looked for when they were children. She’d spend hours spinning tales just to see that grin on his face. Aidan was her brother, her charge after their parents had died and she missed it. She missed talking to him and hearing all his thoughts no matter how vulgar. The way he looked at her made her melt, Tasha had been so desperate for him to look her way. She looked around at the familiar streets not really certain what was going on. But Aidan seemed to fully expect her to be here. 

“Have you been waiting long?” She nodded in agreement with his offer. “Anything you want.” 

His eyes go down to the watch near his wrist to look at the time, but for some reason he could not make out what it said. "You said you were going to meet me here twenty minutes ago, but at least you’re here.” The words fell from his lips almost autonomously even though he did not know what time it really was. The sky itself seems to be painted all sorts of colors, but his dream self seems to be in total control  “Did you at least bring a blanket for us to sit on? I remembered the snacks. I’ve got your favorite crisps and biscuits from the market.”

[tashaoneil]

Only In Dreams//Aidan&Tasha

[aidan-oxneil]

tashaoneil:

He stood there looking at her and Tasha froze. They were back in Manchester, it wasn’t clear to Tasha how, or what was going on yet somehow she knew Aidan had called her here.  A warmth that had been missing in her chest moved through her like a pulse. There was so much to say so much she wanted to do, yet she held back. Just standing there a few feet in front of him a gentle smile turned the corners of her mouth upwards. Tasha was at a loss by being found. The edges of this world were hazy and the outline of all other people that passed by a blur. Yet the pair of them stood in stark contrast solid and clear.

“Hi, Aidan.” She said finally breaking the silence. “How are you?”

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It felt odd that he was back in Manchester. He has not dreamed of this place since the few weeks he left his home, but just when he turned around he saw the silhouette of someone standing not too far from him but it seems like they did not want to let themselves be known. It did take a bit of time before they came into a fully corporeal form and he just could not believe that it was his sister. For a moment he could not even speak. This is the first time he’s ever really dreamed of her since she passed away, but some how he can feel this is different he just could not place it.

“T-Tasha,” he whispers with a smile on his face that only grows by the second. “I’m great! Now that you’re here, suppose we can go to the festival of lights soon.”

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dutyaboveallelse:

Alec eventually took Aidan’s advice, setting a timer on his cellphone. It did help, knowing he’d be warned exactly when his clothes were ready. He looked over his shoulder at Aidan, as he walked inside, and shrugged. “Not exactly. But I don’t go out much.” He admitted, with a small nod. “So I don’t think I know my way around just yet.” He searched for a secluded table, away from most of the other people attending the coffee shop, and pointed at it. “Do you think we could sit over there…?”

When they got to the little cafe they were greeted with that always pleasant smell of freshly roasted coffee beans and the aroma of pastries heating up in their ovens. It seems to be a slower afternoon since there were only five other people there, but the shop often fills up rather fast. Once Alec passes by he remains there to hold the door for someone that was following behind them, then he follows the man to find a table for them to sit. It seems there was one that Alec was fairly interested in, one that Aidan notes is rather secluded from the rest but it does not bother him in the slightest. “Sure, mate. We can stay there if you want to.” He looks back at the short line and decides he’ll go alone since it makes sense for both of them to clog up the space. “I’ll join in the queue if you want, bruv. Was there anything that you fancy?”

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leon-castellano:

“Why would I ever be jealous of a scally Brit?” he retorted n a joking manner “Colega, ¿qué no sabes que las mujeres prefieren a alguien que les hable en otro idioma? Es más sexy que un tonto acento”. Leon sported a proud grin afterwards. Even if he didn’t particularly like when his father pushed him to learn Spanish as a kid now he was grateful for it. Being bilingual certainly came in handy and it was an added bonus that most women liked to hear him speak it. Leon took another drag of his own cigarette before he slipped his hand into his pocket to hand his lighter to Aidan. “Doesn’t sound bad at all. I’m hurt you didn’t invite me to get some drinks and maybe break a few bones” the Tuner said with a laugh. Alcohol and bar brawls were their thing, after all.

“Scally?” He repeats the man’s word somewhat offended by him even assuming he is the scally type. “I’m only working at that store because it was the only place hiring at the time. As soon as my career takes off I’m ditching the tacky vest.” Aidan returns the cigarette back to his lips now that it is lit and he takes a long, slow drag from the stick. With a sharp exhale a cloud of smoke slides out and expands in the air before dissipating into nothing, but the smell still lingers about. He screws up his face when Leon starts to speak in Spanish since he has no clue what he’s saying, but he can only assume it has something to do with looks since the only word he recognizes is ‘sexy’. “Bruv I don’t know what you said, but I’m way hotter than you. That being said—” a small smile erases the look of confusion he had just seconds ago, “—you sound kinda hot when you speak Spanish. Maybe I should learn a new language.” Little does he know that he is proving Leon’s point. In the past he planned on visiting France to see the museums and thought of picking up the language, but when his sister died it kind of changed his plans drastically. Instead of going to another European country he ended up in a completely different hemisphere altogether. He returns the lighter back to Leon before nodding at the realization that he didn’t include him in any of his barhopping activities. “Well in all fairness I’m not sure how you’d feel about being in a gay club or gay bar, and I sure as hell didn’t want you to get me banned from ever going there again.”