i am so infinitesimal

'simon is either human, and incredibly good at pretending to be something Other, or something Other, and incredibly good at pretending to be human. it is difficult to gauge which would be worse' [oc rp blog for simon caligrae of the western circle]

[rpmemes-galore]

This is written permission to push my Muse against the wall and make-out with them.

[blueeyedspaceman]

(Pfff. Why not.)

[anarchyandentropy]

Send “slurred words” to hear my muse describe yours whilst ridiculously drunk.

[anarchyandentropy]

(( wont be able to reply to stuff tonight but i can try for tomorrow ?? sorry guys ))

[westerncirclestatic]

Simon had been staying over more frequently, taking naps and the like upstairs whenever they arrived.  Terrance didn’t mind it- and actually started to look forward to Simon’s arrival.  They never really talked much those times, seeing as Terrance was usually in the basement working, but it was pretty clear whenever Simon had stopped by judging by the rumpled sheets and black stains on the blankets.  It was sheer luck this time that Terrance had run into Simon at all, and frankly they weren’t sure what to do.

The other was curled up on their bed, dozing away comfortably.  Terrance didn’t think Simon actually NEEDED to sleep, per say, but they sure seemed to enjoy it.  Not that they were going to stop them, part of the deal was that they could nap at Terrance’s home whenever they liked, and it was nice to know Simon was doing alright.  You know, only professionally speaking.  Blood mage allies and all that. 

Why they gave into the urge to sit on the edge of the bed and watch Simon they would never know.  They just looked so interesting when they slept, so open and relaxed.  Unguarded.  It was an interesting side of Simon to see, they supposed, leaning over to get a closer look at the sleeping other- only to jolt back when Simon shuffled towards them.  

This had been a mistake, they thought, when a warm arm hooked around their waist and Simon’s face pressed into their back.  Their face turned purple and they managed to not emit a static squeal at the sudden touch, instead letting loose a quiet and constant static hum.  Simon didn’t like quiet right, so hopefully that wouldn’t bring them any closer to lucidity.  

A moment later proved that Simon did in fact seem to be waking up as Terrance was called by name, and the static humming got a little louder as they were pulled down so Simon could curl around them, like a snake trying to coil itself around something warm.  This was.  Unexpected.  Terrance was quickly losing control of their jumbled thoughts and the static humming made their chest vibrate like some sort of contented cat.  It wasn’t as if they LIKED this physical contact with Simon that was ridiculous and they needed to find a way out of this bed before things got worse.  Terrance wasn’t even all that warm to begin with, really!  

[anarchyandentropy]

Terrance complained too much. Simon assumed that's what they were doing, at least, because the static-y rumbles the Enderother was producing weren't exactly the easiest thing to understand. They figured complaining was something Terrance would probably do, though, and huffed gently against the fabric of their shirt. The other mage cared too much about things. Simon themselves could admit they did as well, but they were certainly less tightly-strung when they were tired, and half asleep. They wondered, briefly, just how Terrance always seemed to end up with Simon when they were at their least lucid.

To be quite frank, Simon had actually been having a pretty nice nap. That Terrance had interrupted it wasn't the worst thing that could've happened, sure, but it was still pretty high up on Simon's list of 'Irritating Things That Could Potentially Occur'. They would have told Terrance this, if they idea of falling asleep again didn't seem far more appealing that complaining. They doubted they'd be coherent enough to give a proper argument at this point anyway.

What really needed to happen, Simon decided, was Terrance either had to go away and stop being ridiculous, or to get used to the whole physical contact thing. Because seriously, this couldn't keep happening. They weren't prepared to put up with Terrance running away all the time just because Simon was feeling particularly tactile. It was rude, if nothing else.

They could appreciate the fact that Terrance was filling the silence, though. While it was bearable when they were asleep more often that not they'd wake up to a noiseless room. They weren't a big fan of it, really. Terrance's static buzzing was, yeah, kind of weird, but it was a sound, and it was pretty constant, and while half-asleep it was actually rather soothing to listen to. At least as far as static noises could be soothing.

Simon mumbled something under their breath that could just about be made out as an order for Terrance to 'stop freaking out and just lie down', apparently having decided that Terrance was not to leave, and would actually just have to put up with Simon using them as some kind of personal heater. As though the duvet cover wasn't making them warm enough already. Simon, as usual, didn't think on that fact for too long, instead choosing to burrow further into Terrance's side, humming slightly themselves. They should be grateful Simon wasn't using their claws to keep them in place.

[astraltroglobite]

Iacta giggled as Simon began shooing her, then angled her hand so they gave her a high five instead of the intended idea of ‘get out of my house’. “Well, I think it’s the truth.” She said snarkly. “Instead of leaving, I think I should really give you this rock, after I get it out of my bag.” Iacta made no motion to look in said bag, instead glancing back at the system.

There was no way she could of broken it, but if she played along with the clear lie, that would annoy them even more. “Oh, I broke it? I’m so sorry.” She snickered. “Maybe I should stay around and fix it for you, would that help? And maaayybe you can teach me some of your organized ways, because I’m so bad at it. After all, I messed up an entire system in a few minutes.” Iacta was having a lot of fun annoying this person, she didn’t plan to stop any time soon.

[anarchyandentropy]

Iacta, it seemed, had a remarkable talent for seriously pissing Simon off. Simon grimaced at their hand as she high-fived it, before shaking it about a little, as though ridding it of her 'taint'. "It is a rock. It is not 'almost unbreakable'." The girl really had to leave, they decided. This was getting to be too much, and they were not going to be pushed to their breaking point by some alien kid who didn't understand what a prompt to leave was. "We think you should actually keep the rock, and not get it out of your bag at all, and then do as we say and go away. That would really be best for everyone involved."

As if the girl could get much more insufferable. They'd wanted her to suffer the blame for their own failings, of course, because Simon hated anything that reminded them of their own imperfections, but there was playing along politely and then there was manipulating the situation to be even more frustrating. Which was, of course, exactly what Iacta was trying to do.

"No, you know what? We are actually going to fix it right now, by ourselves, and you are going to take your rock, and your milk, and you are going to go back to wherever it is you're staying and never come back here again." They stared at her bag for a moment, wondering if throwing it outside and then locking and bolting their door when she went to retrieve it would get rid of her. Frankly they doubted it. "You messing up our system so quickly is exactly the reason we don't need you hanging around trying to help us fix it. Obviously. You'd just ruin it all again. So, you know. Leave."

[infusionblacksmith-deactivated2]

Alessandra scowled. “I am not that small. And I really did clear out most of them. Most being key word.” She huffed again, arms crossing over her chest as she reached up to fiddle with one of her ear piercings. “And please believe me. That’s one of those things I don’t lie about.”

She rocked on the balls of her feet, glasses slipping off her face and into the grass at her feet. She began squinted immediately, blinking fast in what felt like much-brighter-then-usual sunlight. 

"Where did..?" She looked down, squinting harder at the very blurry red shape on the ground. "Oh." She closed her eyes, rubbing at them.

[anarchyandentropy]

"Nah, you're pretty small, kiddo," Simon retorted, shrugging as if to indicate that they were only telling the truth, and had no intention of offending her. This was obviously not the case, but they figured they could at least pretend it was. For the sake of keeping things mostly civil. "Fair enough. It doesn't matter much to us either way, but if it'll make you happy we can try to believe you."

They smirked as Alessandra's glasses went tumbling from her face, already amused. Clearly they weren't just for show, given the way she was squinting without the lenses over her eyes, which meant that Simon could have some fun with this. Or they could try to, at least. Alessandra didn't really seem one for Simon's idea of fun. They'd enjoy themselves, at least, even if she didn't.

Leaning down Simon hooked the glasses onto one of their fingers, dangling them in front of Alessandra's face as she rubbed her eyes. "We suppose you need these?" they asked, trying to school their features into something innocent. They weren't sure it was working too well, but then Alessandra probably couldn't make out the subtleties of their expression without her glasses on anyway, so it was kind of a moot point. "Which is unfortunate, because, much as we like you, we aren't really feeling in the giving mood right now."

[anarchyandentropy]

(cloud) im on mobile bear with me

Most of the people Simon knew had poor sleeping patterns. The sudden motivation to experiment with blood magic that seemed to crop up in others every now and again, tended to mean those they kept in contact with would, more often than not, forgo sleep if it meant potentially unearthing something new in the craft. Simon didn't need to sleep at all, which made it all the stranger that they'd actually been sleeping pretty regularly recently. They blamed Terrance, more than anything, and their providing them with a bed and something like security. They still weren't planning on sticking around, but having somewhere to have a nap close at hand meant they were taking the opportunity to sleep as often as they reasonably could. It didn't mean they were getting attached.

Their eyes flickered slightly, vision blurred with sleep, as the bed seemed to dip slightly, an added weight causing the mattress to move beneath Simon. They were struck with the realisation that they should probably be concerned that someone else was here, with them in a vulnerable position, but they were still half-asleep, and drowsy, and caring seemed like far too much effort at the moment. They were never this easy-going when lucid.

Simon huffed something incomprehensible under their breath as they leant towards the warm presence beside them, moving to hook an arm around the other's waist, pressing their cheek against the warmth of their back, eyes still half-lidded and incapable of assigning an identity to the figure in the darkness. 

"Terrance?" Simon asked, throat hoarse and cracking slightly. They assumed it was the Enderother. If nothing else they doubted anyone other than them would have made it into the house in one piece, but perhaps they were overestimating the security of the place. Either way. If it was Terrance they were safe enough, they supposed, curling themselves around the warm body as best they could in an attempt to sap up what little heat they could steal.

[captain-dav]

simon and terrance dress up for a meeting \o/

[nightmarelevelfurry]

Take my tablet away from me.

[westerncirclestatic]

HELLA CUTE

[westerncirclestatic]

Flattery was a nice choice and judging by the dusting of purple across Terrance’s cheeks, the correct one.  Saved Simon from anymore sulking and offended looks at any rate.  They weren’t used to being complimented so such things were always good to fall back on- affectionate compliments worked wonders.  Simon was likely going to figure that out soon, but it wasn’t as if Terrance HATED compliments or anything, they just weren’t used to them and got flustered.

Still quite new to clothing, Terrance simply listened to Simon speak and tried to remember what they were saying.  For whatever reason they needed to match as they were going together (Alessandra never matched with them, so maybe it was just a Power tine thing??).  Simon probably had more clothing than they did, seeing as there was some possibility of them matching at all.  

It wasn’t all that clear from the closet, but once Terrance pulled out the outfit it became very obvious that it was actually a vest and skirt combo.  Simon had already reasoned out why the outfit was necassary, so Terrance didn’t really have any problems with changing what they were wearing.  Simon wasn’t looking at them for whatever reason, and they made a questioning static noise as they started to change- just, right in front of Simon.

No one wore clothes in The End, so really clothing was just something that Terrance found interesting.  Changing in front of others was no big deal for them, and they had already changed in front of Crest (who hadn’t reacted at all) so clearly it was a totally okay thing to do.  It only took a moment for them to step out of their old clothing and wriggled into the skirt and shirt, tugging the vest on afterwards.

They had to sit down on the edge of the bed to pull on the stockings and shoes, and looked up at Simon again to see if they found this outfit acceptable or not.  

[anarchyandentropy]

"Wow, uh, okay," Simon started, flushing bright red and physically turning away from Terrance when the other began to change, going even further in their attempts to prevent themselves from making eye contact with the Enderother than they had been before. "Maybe don't do that again, or, you know, at least give a mage some warning before you start stripping in front of them, yeah?" they managed to choke out, less embarrassed at the suggestion of potentially seeing Terrance unclothed and more at the fact that Terrance didn't seem to know that changing in front of near-strangers wasn't something that people did. That was something Simon would soon have to rectify. It was a wonder they hadn't gotten themselves into trouble with that lack of understanding already.

They weren't really bothered by the whole thing, if they were being honest (though their blush would suggest otherwise) - it was more the fact that the situation just wasn't one they'd expected to be faced with. They didn't want to have to educate Terrance about this sort of thing. 

"It's just, uh, not really accepted in society nowadays?" Simon continued, phrasing it more as a question than a real explanation as to their reaction, "to just. Strip down in front of people." They shrugged. "We're just saying." In all honesty it was more for Terrance's sake than Simon's that they were bothering to try to inform them. Simon couldn't care less if Terrance wanted to undress in front of people. At least it would provide some entertainment.

Spinning to face Terrance again when Simon assumed the other had finished changing, they began to assess the outfit. It wasn't what they would have chosen, they supposed, if only because they were more partial to only the fanciest of outfits, but it would do. They liked outfits that were overly intricate, and took far, far too long to put on. Basically anything that made them look as important as they were. But this - this would do for Terrance. At least the stockings made their legs look nice.

"It's pretty," Simon said. It was, too, and if Simon had been the type to readily offer up compliments perhaps they would have elaborated, but they weren't, and they had places to be, and okay, so, maybe Terrance really did look good in the skirt but they weren't going to talk about it so it didn't matter at all. "We should probably go find something to change in to," they continued, furrowing their brow slightly as they tried to think of something they owned that would be suitable.

[anarchyandentropy]

[astormydesire-archive]

Send a ☁ for your muse cuddling up in bed with mine

[anarchyandentropy]

(( dont have time to do replies tonight bc amsterdam but i really like the idea of simon memorising poems to use as part of their whole extremely charming and ridiculous act but then realising they actually just really like poetry and being too embarrassed to quote things bc actually no poetry is just dorky as heck but like slipping up every now and again and then pretending it never happened ))

[westerncirclestatic]

Simon really couldn’t dig themselves out of this hole- Terrance wasn’t fooled when they said it was a ‘charming’ sort of outfit, not even in a strange way.  So they weren’t good with clothes, so what!  It didn’t matter, they hadn’t even needed any before coming to Minecraftia anyway, so THERE. 

The fact that they had tried to put something together themselves was something of a miracle, and they clearly wouldn’t be trying it again anytime soon if this was the reaction they got.  Or maybe they would, just to be spiteful about the whole incident.  They could wear whatever they wanted wherever the wanted, no one could truly stop them.  

At least Simon’s softening mannerisms and expressions seemed to stave off the worst of Terrance’s sulking, though that might’ve just been the little nickname ‘love’ that did it.  They let out a little static grumble, but stepped aside to lead Simon up to their closet.  ’closet’s up here,’ they wrote- Progress.  

Their closet was ridiculously bare, but insulting it would obviously send Terrance back into a sulk, so hopefully Simon would be able to refrain.  There were only three outfits inside, the usual kilted one, a fancier version of their original outfit with both a cape and a red crown, and lastly a purple dress/skirt combo with long purple stockings and boots.  Crest had been responsible for the final outfit, having much the same response Simon did to their clothing choices (or lack thereof) and being determined to fix said choices.

At least all three of these outfits were well put together and matching, unlike the newest one that Terrance was currently wearing.  Any one of them would likely pass as formal wear, so it was really up to Simon to choose.  It was clear when Terrance stood back from the closet that they weren’t going to risk picking another outfit and end up having it disliked.  

'you pick' they demanded in writing. 

[anarchyandentropy]

It had sort of worked, then, Simon supposed, following Terrance as they lead them towards the closet, humming a tune under their breath to fill the silence. That was probably one of the worst things about talking to Terrance, really - the fact that they couldn't vocalise their responses beyond their short bursts of static. It wouldn't have been an issue for anyone else, really, but Simon just hated the silence. Really hated it. Hated it to the extent that every time they thought about it for too long they ended up rambling on about it in their head, going over the exact same points every time. The humming sort of fixed the problem, a little bit.

Simon held back from saying something about the lack of clothing Terrance seemed to possess. They were sorely tempted to make a snarky remark of some description, but given that most of the time they just wore the same outfit until someone realised they'd been wearing it for a week or more solid and forced them to change it would have been ever so slightly hypocritical. Simon might have had more of an understanding of fashion sense than Terrance, but they weren't one for personal hygeine. Or, you know, changing their clothing regularly. It wasn't necessary for them, really, it was only that the rest of the Circle seemed so hung up on it.

"At least they match," Simon said, eyeing up Terrance's other outfits, before realising that yeah, no, they would probably find some way to be offended by that. "Uh, not that we doubted that they would. Because, of course, you look lovely. All the time," they tried. Flattery was always a good thing to fall back on in these situations. Potentially.

Shifting from foot to foot slightly Simon furrowed their brow, evidently considering what Terrance would look most suitable in. "Ok, so, uh, kind of a formal meeting," they thought out loud, not quite realising they were actually speaking, "and obviously if you're going with us we have to match. Obviously. Colour coordination and all that." They squinted at the dress. "We haven't got anything that will match with a kilt, we don't think. The dress, then? Maybe? Do we have anything purple? More purple. This is kind of red," they remarked, fingering the fabric of their shirt between two of their claws.

Simon turned back to Terrance, blinking owlishly, as though only just remembering they were there. "Uh, yes, um." They flushed slightly, with the sudden realisation that Terrance had just been subjected to their ramblings on matching outfits. "We would recommend the dress, maybe," they murmured, refusing to both look at Terrance and provide an explanation for the suggestion. Not that Terrance would really need one. Simon had pretty much voiced it all already.

[oleaspur]

going to amsterdam tomorrow !! ill be back on monday at some point but i havent set up a queue or anything so. just letting you guys know bc im not sure that i will have wifi there

[westerncirclestatic]

Honestly Simon could have just fetched them personally by walking up the stairs- which would have been much easier, Terrance was sure.  Simon just enjoyed making a fuss they were starting to think, which really wasn’t far from the truth.  Why pretend to be dying just to get them to run down the stairs?  What if they had teleported and Simon had gone all bright again?  They really didn’t think that Simon had thought this plan through.  

Terrance didn’t really take offense to Simon’s blatant dislike of their outfit, but they did start to sulk when Simon winced aloud at it.  Was it really that bad?  They personally liked the bright colors and it was comfortable- wasn’t that the most important thing about clothing?  Apparently not, according to Simon.  

'we have other clothes,' they moped, seeming more subdued than usual.  Upstairs they had their own formal outfit used for their meetings, their regular kilted outfit, and a purple skirt and vest combo that crest had given (read; forced upon) them.  They had just chosen to wear this particular outfit as it was both bright and comfortable, they enjoyed the feel of all the different fabrics.

'why do you even want to take us?'  the poor Enderother was certainly looking sulky now, though that was much better than them being angry.  Had Terrance ever pouted in front of Simon before?  Likely not.  It was incredible that Terrance actually chose these ridiculous clothes- who had taught them about clothing when they'd first come through the enderportal?  No one good, obviously.  Perhaps no one at all.  

Regardless, there were proper clothes upstairs in the closet should Simon choose to go up and have a look- it wasn’t as if Terrance was going to stop them.  Too busy moping to do that just now.  

[anarchyandentropy]

Fuck, they were not feeling guilty about this. Not at all. Terrance clearly had no fashion sense whatsoever (admittedly Simon's really only extended to suits and waistcoats and dress shirts, but still, they were within their rights to criticise). Simon had to fix this. They were still dragging Terrance to the meeting, that much was sure, and they were definitely going to force them into some other, nicer clothes, even if they had to do so physically, but they supposed they could be a little nicer about it, if they had to be.

"Okay, well, let's just hope they can come together to form something slightly more coherent as an outfit than this. Not that it's not charming in it's own, slightly strange way," Simon added, trying to appease Terrance as best they could, "but, uh, it's formal wear. Obviously." They shrugged, sort of pitifully, smiling at Terrance in what hardly constituted as, but was still, an attempt to stop the other's sulking.

"For the pleasure of your company, of course," Simon said, only half sarcastically. "Also we're pretty sure if we tried to convince anyone else we'd end up with blood all over our lovely outfit, and that really won't do." In all honesty they were hoping Terrance would provide some sort of entertainment, some measure of distraction from what was bound to be an otherwise extraordinarily dull evening.

Simon could probably have searched for Terrance's 'other clothes' themselves. They didn't, of course, telling themselves it would far easier for Terrance to just direct them to the right place, and still sort of feeling bad about the whole criticising Terrance's clothing thing, enough that they didn't really want to upset the other more than they had already managed to.

"C'mon, love," they murmured, trying to soften up as best they could, in their mannerisms and expression, apparently of the opinion that appealing to Terrance's better nature was a more solid option than trying to force them into doing something. "Direct us towards your mysterious treasure trove of clothing, would you?" Okay, admittedly it wasn't their best attempt to charm anyone ever, but they were feeling kind of not really at all (a little) guilty, and they were going to have to go to this silly meeting by themselves, and Terrance was pouting, so if they sounded a little off it was for good reason. They were doing their best.

[westerncirclestatic]

Terrance had been upstairs, minding their own business and sorting through bits of the supply room when they heard someone shout from downstairs.  They contemplated getting a lock before they realized it was Simon doing the shouting.  The ensuing giddiness at the prospect of seeing Simon again surprised Terrance, and they crushed that feeling down and tossed it away.

Making their way down the stairs, Terrance nipped at one of their fingers to get some blood flowing.  Whatever it was that had brought Simon here likely meant that they’d need to write to communicate with them, so it was best to be prepared and get some bloody ready.  They had just walked down the stairs (if only to avoid startling Simon with their teleportation) when they heard the half-hearted scream. 

They would have been a lot more upset if they hadn’t been able to see that Simon was perfectly fine, and likely would’ve teleported in and startled them all over again.  ‘no need to shout,’ Terrance wrote, giving Simon one of the scolding looks that they usually reserved for their clumsy apprentice.  ‘we would have come to you regardless’ not the best choice of wording, as it seemed far too trusting, but hopefully it would get the point across that Simon did not need to badly fake dying in order to get Terrance’s attention.

'what is so urgent?'  If Simon took a moment to take in Terrance's appearance, they would find their clothing choice to be quite something.  Terrance clearly had all the fashion sense of a potato.  They were wearing a long sweater, rolled up jeans, mismatched stocking with- were those ridiculously colored skulls on them?- and two totally different shoes.  Not really the sort of dress required for a meeting.

Waiting for an answer, Terrance stepped closer to Simon and looked up at them expectantly- while staying just out of grabbing range, naturally.  They had learned a little bit from their last encounter, and had no wish to be surprised with such affection again this time around. 

[anarchyandentropy]

"We mightn't have got your attention otherwise," Simon replied, pouting slightly. It was reasonable enough, in their mind, and hey, it did the trick. They didn't see any problem with it. "Ah, but would you have heard us, hmm? Without the shouting? We think not." Simon conveniently ignored the fact that they could easily have just sought Terrance out the normal way, by, you know, actually looking for them. That would have been far too easy on the Enderother.

Simon squinted at Terrance's choice of clothing for probably too long, trying to take in the utter travesty that was their sense of style. Lack of sense of style, more realistically. They could hardly even respond to Terrance's question - why on Minecraftia had they thought that they could drag Terrance of all people along to a meeting. They were - well. They were certainly something else, which was about the nicest way Simon could think to put it. They had no taste whatsoever.

Wincing slightly, Simon shifted his gave from Terrance's stockings (because wow, there was only so much that they could take in at one point and this was just too much) to address the mage. "We need someone to accompany us to a meeting thing. It's very important," they repeated, in the hopes that by stressing that this was, in fact, a Very Big Deal, Terrance would somehow be convinced to go with them without asking anymore questions. One could dream.

They sighed. "We can't take you looking like this, though," they said, raising their eyebrows pointedly at Terrance's mismatched shoes, and gesturing at their outfit, "don't take offence, darling, but you dress awfully. Plus we're pretty sure it's formal-ish wear anyway." They had assumed Terrance would just go along with it all, really. If they didn't they'd find some way to convince them, probably.

In all honesty Simon would be fine with not taking Terrance to the meeting at all, now, they just wanted to ensure that someone, anyone would dress them in some proper clothes, because this was taking it too far. Simon was almost convinced Terrance was just attempting to play some terrible kind of practical joke on them. This couldn't be real.