"I'd be the poet or something."

⚘ Andrew Perrault dltfi rp/ask blog ⚘ 𝐑𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐞, 𝐑𝐨𝐭, 𝐑𝐮𝐢𝐧 𓇢𓆸 Lyrics in intro post from When I Die by Nova Black

[andrew-perrault]

𝙺𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚊 𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚊 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚎, 𝙸 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙸'𝚖 𝚗𝚘𝚝

⚘ Andrew, He/Him

⚘ Asexual, demiromantic

⚘ Autistic

𝚁𝚞𝚕𝚎𝚜/𝙸𝚗𝚏𝚘

⚘ Ask blog/Rp blog, send asks and interact all you want!

⚘ No sexual nsfw!!! Gore and stuff is one thing but both Andrew and me (the mod) are asexual minors

⚘ Ocs, other fandom rp blogs, and pretty much everyone can interact! Just don't be rude or disrespectful

⚘ I'll roleplay Andrew from before, during, and after the events of the book just say when you want it to be ig

⚘ Rose divider by @pixopix

𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚊 𝚑𝚞𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙸'𝚖 𝚊 𝚑𝚞𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚗𝚘𝚠

𝚃𝚊𝚐𝚜

#⚘°•. 𝙃𝙤𝙬 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙬𝙚 𝙜𝙤 𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙠? .•°⚘ — Rp of before the events of the book

#⚘.⋆˚࿔ 𝙎𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩 — Rp of during the events of the book

#.•°●⚘ 𝙒𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙪𝙥 — Rp of after the events of the book

#°●•. 𝙉𝙤𝙩𝙚 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙧 — Ooc posts

#⋆˚꩜｡ 𝙊𝙘𝙩𝙤𝙗𝙚𝙧 𝙗𝙤𝙮 𖥸 — Posts with/about Thomas

#.⋆°˚࿔ 𝙊𝙣𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙩 — Posts with/about Dove

𝙼𝚘𝚍 𝚂𝚝𝚞𝚏𝚏

𖤐 Vin short for Vincent

𖤐 He/It/Rot/Decay

𖤐 My main is @yourl0calqueer

𖤐 As mentioned before I'm an ace minor :P

𖤐 PLEASEEEE SOMEONE MAKE A DOVE OR THOMAS RP BLOG /nf I WOULD BE SO JOYOUS

[andrew-perrault]

(Post-incident, during the story)

Thomas laid on Andrew’s bed to sleep, unable to get a wink of rest if Andrew was more than a couple feet away. His face was pressed into the pillows and he clutched the fabric of the pillowcase tightly in a fist.

He was stuck in his mind, dreaming of just before the incident. Just before that tragic loss. He remembered the argument word-for-word, but this time Dove would be safe… at least in this alternate universe inside his head.

“No, Dove… I really do like Andrew! Don’t you believe me?” He muttered. How unfortunate that those crucial words weren’t said out loud.

“I’ll never hurt him, you know that! I already do everything I can to keep him safe!!” His voice cracked slightly as he continued sleep-talking against Andrew’s pillows.

~ @thomas-rye

[OOC: hello :D I couldn’t help myself I crave angst lol]

Andrew walked into the room, he had only left a minute to go to the bathroom — more so to throw up than actually use the bathroom, not that it mattered. As he heard what Thomas muttered he bit down on the inside of his cheek until he tastes blood. He really needed to stop being a baby about this, after all he's been preparing himself for years.

He forces himself to sit on the edge of his bed, silently appreciating how beautiful Thomas looks when tired. His hair even more messy than normal, splayed out like a halo of fire. He was ethereal, he was so perfect in every way. If only he liked him back.

He debated laying down but he's not sure he could sleep yet, and he couldn't handle laying in bed with Thomas — especially if he were to wake up, which wasn't uncommon for either of them at the moment.

[thomas-rye]

Andrew sat in the middle of the floor, notebook on his lap and pen in hand. He was tired but far from wanting to or being able to sleep, he had ideas and concepts he only needed to find the perfect words for. His phone lay next to him, going off once or twice before me turned it off for now to focus.

Every few seconds he glances at Thomas, waiting for him to put on a movie. Dove would most definitely yell at them for staying up late, but that was a problem for tomorrow.

𖤐 Junior year (Pre-incident)

- @andrew-perrault

Thomas laid on his bed, drawing over a fading bruise on his arm with dark ink. He turned on a show on his phone and set it beside his head. As Andrew was still struggling with finding the perfect sentence, Thomas noticed the absence of usual sound of pen on paper so he sat up. He leaned over the side of his bed and looked over at Andrew.

“you okay?” He asked him, “Is my show too loud?”

[andrew-perrault]

The sound of Thomas's voice made Andrew jump, a shaky line accidentally being drawn in his notebook. He had been drifting off into his thoughts, thinking about a story he desperately wanted to write. He needed to wait, he'd decided, in case someone tried to sneak a look into his notebook.

"I'm fine, just..." his voice trailed off for a second as he stared at Thomas — why did he always have to look so beautiful? "Tired."

[thomas-rye]

”then just get some sleep! Your journal will still be there tomorrow.” He said simply, then straightened back up.

“but, you do look…” beautiful with your hair a mess like that, ethereal with a tired voice like that… “exhausted, yeah.”

“how about we both take a break together? Get a nap before dinner, ooorrr go back up on the roof…” Thomas suggested, a boyish smile spreading across his freckled face as he held out his hand to help Andrew off the floor.

[andrew-perrault]

Andrew knew taking a nap was realistically the best choice, but how could that matter when he could spend more time with Thomas — more time alone with Thomas. He could sleep later, though deep down he knew he wouldn't as much as he should. That was a problem for later him.

He took the hand extended to him, standing up carefully. His legs were a little shaky from the way he was sitting — and also probably from barely eating breakfast and skipping lunch.

"If Dove finds out she's going to yell at us."

And they'd all giggle about it, and Andrew would have to sit and question how long it would be before her and Thomas got together. It was a routine by now.

[thomas-rye]

Thomas helps Andrew to his feet, silently taking note of how shaky the boy was…

“well, she won’t find out! If anyone tries to tell, I’ll make sure they don’t!”

“C’mon, I’ll help.” He said, and climbed out the window first. He pulled Andrew through the window. They made their way across the roof to their usual spot. It’s been so long since they had a moment here together.

They sat in the quiet of the evening, only interrupted by the sounds of the sports teams warming up at the track.

Thomas watched how Andrew gazed over the campus, with dull eyes that looked full of life to him. “He’s perfect….” Thomas muttered with his mouth muffled by the back of his hand.

[andrew-perrault]

Andrew watches as birds dance with each other in the garden below, fluttering their way across benches and bushes. He let's out a small sigh, barely audible but there.

He sits close enough to lay his head on Thomas's shoulder if he so pleased, and while he did want to, he would wait. He couldn't help but cast glances at Thomas, his eyes instinctively drifting to him whenever his mind wandered even the slightest bit.

More than anything he was happy Thomas seemed happy, then again he always was happier outside than in. Oh, how Andrew adores the way Thomas looks when he smiles. The way his eyes lit up and his mouth curved — he really needed to stop thinking about his mouth.

"It's always so peaceful up here." His voice boarders a whisper, trying not to break the peace.

[thomas-rye]

Andrew sat in the middle of the floor, notebook on his lap and pen in hand. He was tired but far from wanting to or being able to sleep, he had ideas and concepts he only needed to find the perfect words for. His phone lay next to him, going off once or twice before me turned it off for now to focus.

Every few seconds he glances at Thomas, waiting for him to put on a movie. Dove would most definitely yell at them for staying up late, but that was a problem for tomorrow.

𖤐 Junior year (Pre-incident)

- @andrew-perrault

Thomas laid on his bed, drawing over a fading bruise on his arm with dark ink. He turned on a show on his phone and set it beside his head. As Andrew was still struggling with finding the perfect sentence, Thomas noticed the absence of usual sound of pen on paper so he sat up. He leaned over the side of his bed and looked over at Andrew.

“you okay?” He asked him, “Is my show too loud?”

[andrew-perrault]

The sound of Thomas's voice made Andrew jump, a shaky line accidentally being drawn in his notebook. He had been drifting off into his thoughts, thinking about a story he desperately wanted to write. He needed to wait, he'd decided, in case someone tried to sneak a look into his notebook.

"I'm fine, just..." his voice trailed off for a second as he stared at Thomas — why did he always have to look so beautiful? "Tired."

[thomas-rye]

”then just get some sleep! Your journal will still be there tomorrow.” He said simply, then straightened back up.

“but, you do look…” beautiful with your hair a mess like that, ethereal with a tired voice like that… “exhausted, yeah.”

“how about we both take a break together? Get a nap before dinner, ooorrr go back up on the roof…” Thomas suggested, a boyish smile spreading across his freckled face as he held out his hand to help Andrew off the floor.

[andrew-perrault]

Andrew knew taking a nap was realistically the best choice, but how could that matter when he could spend more time with Thomas — more time alone with Thomas. He could sleep later, though deep down he knew he wouldn't as much as he should. That was a problem for later him.

He took the hand extended to him, standing up carefully. His legs were a little shaky from the way he was sitting — and also probably from barely eating breakfast and skipping lunch.

"If Dove finds out she's going to yell at us."

And they'd all giggle about it, and Andrew would have to sit and question how long it would be before her and Thomas got together. It was a routine by now.

[thomas-rye]

Andrew sat in the middle of the floor, notebook on his lap and pen in hand. He was tired but far from wanting to or being able to sleep, he had ideas and concepts he only needed to find the perfect words for. His phone lay next to him, going off once or twice before me turned it off for now to focus.

Every few seconds he glances at Thomas, waiting for him to put on a movie. Dove would most definitely yell at them for staying up late, but that was a problem for tomorrow.

𖤐 Junior year (Pre-incident)

- @andrew-perrault

Thomas laid on his bed, drawing over a fading bruise on his arm with dark ink. He turned on a show on his phone and set it beside his head. As Andrew was still struggling with finding the perfect sentence, Thomas noticed the absence of usual sound of pen on paper so he sat up. He leaned over the side of his bed and looked over at Andrew.

“you okay?” He asked him, “Is my show too loud?”

[andrew-perrault]

The sound of Thomas's voice made Andrew jump, a shaky line accidentally being drawn in his notebook. He had been drifting off into his thoughts, thinking about a story he desperately wanted to write. He needed to wait, he'd decided, in case someone tried to sneak a look into his notebook.

"I'm fine, just..." his voice trailed off for a second as he stared at Thomas — why did he always have to look so beautiful? "Tired."

[andrew-perrault]

GAAAAY

"I'm not really- I've only ever liked one person so I'm not sure that counts..."

[andrew-perrault]

hi andrew! how's dove? do you think her and thomas are going to end up together soon, i think theyd make a cute couple :) (during the events of the book, like from a classmate or smth)

"Oh...She's good...I mean I don't see why they wouldn't, I mean they both clearly like each other."

[noelgrubershungryhombremeal]

hmm idk about that, thomas is def down bad for you so

[andrew-perrault]

Andrew was plenty used to comments about him and Thomas, though usually only Bryce and his vultures said it to his face. He goes back to focusing on his notebook, the first line of a story half there, only giving a little nervous shrug in response.

[andrew-perrault]

hi andrew! how's dove? do you think her and thomas are going to end up together soon, i think theyd make a cute couple :) (during the events of the book, like from a classmate or smth)

"Oh...She's good...I mean I don't see why they wouldn't, I mean they both clearly like each other."