sour patch kid

teddy king. 18. they/them. look at you go, i just adore you, i wish that i knew what makes you think i’m so special

[cassiskid]

Almost Lover ;;

[silverbang77]

Was this what happened after the story ended?

After the end was scribbled across a blank page, after the rise and fall of the tale, after the climax lit up like a flame in the night sky. Was this what happened when the light faded? When the curtains fell, there was no art left. There was no beauty in trembling hands, not wrapped around the neck of a bottle and not reaching for something they couldn’t hold. This moment – the epilogue, as it were (one week later with fingernails buried in open wounds) – was not made for a museum and no tired student would ever write poetry about just how badly Malakai wanted to tear himself apart to build a home – a life – where Jason could live without the pain of being the one left behind. 

“Jason.” His voice was shaking, syllables as fragile as the flickering light that composed his ethereal skin. “You did save me.” Being saved, Kai knew, was not always a matter of life or death. Sometimes it was defined by the worth of both and his was worth so much more with someone as beautiful as Jason by his side. “I was…I don’t think I was ever meant to live a long life. But you…you let me die knowing that I could…that someone in the world thought I deserved softness.” And yet, he couldn’t deny that it wasn’t fair. None of it was fair and if there was a heaven and if he found his way there, he was going to tear God to pieces. What curse was it that was so cruel not to withhold love, but to offer it so boldly and so greatly that one could drown in it, only to rip it away at the moment one believed themselves safe?

“I wish…” There were delicate words somewhere, but they weren’t in Kai’s throat. They never were. “I wish we could have had a life together. I wish…I wish I would have gotten the chance to show you how much I care.”

[cassiskid]

Jason held himself tightly as Kai’s words drifted past him. They meant everything and nothing. They were everything to him because this was going to be his last conversation with Kai for a long while and he wanted to soak up every damn piece, silently praying that maybe contact with the dead in such a way would kill him as well. But it meant nothing in the end because no matter what Kai could say to him, he’d still feel like another piece of him was gone for good. There was no way of retrieving the parts of himself that he gave to Kai because he honestly meant the few times he had made silent promises of forever to the older’s sleeping figure in his bed. Kai had pieces of Jason that he didn’t even realize he had and they’d be with him for eternity.

“I--” he couldn’t find the words to speak though. What could he say anyway? Nothing would mend this, nothing would bring Kai back from the dead. He was stuck as a ghost, maybe not even getting lucky enough to go where ever you got to go after death.

And Jason had to suffer knowing that Kai was stuck and that he couldn’t help him. There was no winning. “I wish--” What? That he didn’t fall for him? That he hadn’t died? That things could’ve been different? “I wish a lot of things but none of those things are going to fix this. None of them will ease my pain, nothing’s going to change the fact that you’re dead and nothing’s going to change that we never even had a shot in the first place and nothing’s going to make any of this easier...” As he struggled with his words, his fingers were nervously tracing around the flower petals that Jason had made Kai leave on his body. Because he liked them. Because they reminded Jason of Kai and that brief moment of bliss back in the park.

[cassiskid]

Almost Lover ;;

[silverbang77]

Not for the first time in his life, Kai wished he was better with words. If he was someone more eloquent, maybe he could talk away Jason’s pain. Maybe he could say all the right things and when he left, the man he loved would not be in such guttural agony. But he didn’t have those words and he never had. “Let me…rephrase,” he breathed. If there was one thing that death had gifted him with, it was a sort of dullness. Though everything hurt, he could think so much clearer than he might have otherwise; it was like seeing only the simplest parts of all his thoughts, rather than all the pieces that left him tied in silent knots.

“I’m not sorry I died.” The words surprised him, but he knew they were true. “I made…I…I decided my fate. I chose this and I will never regret it, even if I’m a, um…ghost forever.” That was not a future that he wanted, not if he was forced to watch the people he loved live out their lives without him, but what he wanted wasn’t important. What was important was what Jason needed, just like it had always been. “But I’m sorry I hurt you. I’m sorry that I left you. And I’m sorry that you thought for even a second that you failed to save me. There was…nothing to save me from.”

[cassiskid]

Jason set down the bottle on his coffee table and stood up very slowly, making sure he wouldn’t fall over. But he wanted to be at the same level as him, even if he couldn’t look at Kai. At least not directly anyway. And as Kai spoke about how he felt, he felt his heart breaking more. It wasn’t Kai’s fault he was hurt. He had fallen too hard, too fast, too soon after Fox. Maybe if he hadn’t... Maybe then he wouldn’t be in so much pain. “It’s not your fault, Kai,” he muttered bitterly. “I did fail. I-I-- I could’ve helped you, I could’ve saved you... I could’ve loved you so much more.”

He hadn’t actually considered what he would say to Kai if he ever got the chance too but now, words were just spilling out and he didn’t even know if they made any sense. He was drunk, he was about to sob, he just wanted to hold Kai again and breathe in his wonderfully homey scent and feel his strong arms around him, his warm skin against his own, but he couldn’t. Never again would Jason be able to do those things with Kai. “I’m sorry you died though. I’m so fucking sorry. Cause even if it’s not my fault or if I didn’t fail or whatever, I still-- I would’ve-- I saw so much. I-I wanted there to be so much more for us, Kai. We deserved more. B-But that’s not the point and you’re gone and I swear to fucking god, i-it’s not fair. I’m so sorry you died because we never got a chance and god, all I wanted was a chance to show you...”

[cassiskid]

Almost Lover ;;

[silverbang77]

It wasn’t an unexpected reaction. Frankly, he would have had the same reaction if any of his ghosts came back to haunt him, but Kai couldn’t disappear again. Not until he said what he needed to say – whatever that was. He hadn’t thought it through that much, but he knew he couldn’t leave so many things unsaid. Everything considered, he didn’t even know if Jason knew the reason he had died. He didn’t know if Jason wanted to.

“I’m…here,” he said, voice quiet and just as uneasy as he was with words when he had been alive. “I think I’m a ghost. Or something like it.” Slowly, he was becoming more visible, mismatched eyes peering out at the other man as if through a vapor. God, he wanted nothing more than to go to Jason and crumble beside him, fingers curled in his shirt and heartbeats stammering in sync. He wanted that moment in the park again. He wanted to relive what it felt like to be so desperate it was like the entire world disappeared around them. But he couldn’t have that. All he had was the chance to give Jase closure. “I don’t know how long I’ll be here but I…” There was a sigh that slipped from him, sounding like wind through a windowpane. “I’m sorry.”

[cassiskid]

“I-I can see that,” Jason stammered, his voice was weak and it was hoarse. Whether it was from too much sobbing or not enough talking, he couldn’t be sure. But it hurt to speak. He wanted Kai to sit down next to him and he wanted to collapse against his chest and let out relieved sobs and h wanted Kai to be alive. Never had he so desperately wanted someone else to be alive. Just so he could exist in the same space as them, to breath the same air, to just enjoy their existence. But there was no such luck with Kai. He apologized and Jason wanted to yell at him. Saying sorry did nothing when there was no way to fix it.

“Don’t say that,” he muttered softly, taking another sip from his bottle of whiskey finally. He was taking slow and shaky breaths and he wouldn’t look at Kai anymore. He couldn’t. He was there. He was dead. He looked so real and so gone at the same time that Jason could feel his blood boiling. “Don’t say you’re sorry... There’s nothing to be sorry for. If anything I should be sorry I didn’t save you.” He had begged Kara not to tell him how Kai died, he didn’t need to know. Not yet at least. He didn’t want to be told that he could’ve been right about the circumstances of Kai’s death. Jason wanted to believe that it wasn’t his fault even though if past experiences had anything to say about it, if someone he loved was harmed, it was his fault.

[cassiskid]

Almost Lover ;;

[silverbang77]

Despite all appearances to the contrary, Kai didn’t want to die. He had his demons to fight, just like everyone else in the world. He had weight on his shoulders that never eased and scars on his skin that he’d never shown to anyone. But still, he was holding on for something, some hint that maybe his fight was worth it. That maybe, just maybe, he wasn’t as worthless as he always felt. And he had found that in Jason. He’d been so tender, so gentle and so kind in a way that Kai almost couldn’t comprehend. Every single time they saw each other, he found himself wanting more. 

It was a desperate sort of neediness he felt when he thought of Jase; it was like finally finding home just soon enough to lose it.

Yet, despite his desire to live, making the choice to save Jason at the cost of his own life was far easier than he could have ever expected. He’d been shaking when his heart stopped, full of fear and yet never more sure of his decision. But that wasn’t the end. It never was, was it? No, he lingered like a ghost – perhaps that was exactly what he was – somewhere between life and death as he watched the way Jase spiraled into the exact hell that he had been trying to save him from. 

He couldn’t just stand there and watch it happened, so he spent his time searching for a way to contact him. Eventually he found success with a necromancer meta that enhanced him enough to be seen when he wanted to, though the effect would only last so long. So, without hesitation, he made his way to Jason, his heart broken when he found him drinking and crying. “Jason…” He murmured, beginning to flicker into view.

[cassiskid]

Since Kai’s death, he felt like he was being watched. Even more so than usual. As ‘Milo’ he was constantly under C.A.R.M.A.’s eye. ‘Jason’ though... For all C.A.R.M.A. knew, he wasn’t around anymore. And that was the one thing keeping him safe right now. But he still felt like he was being watched and he didn’t know why. Maybe it was all the alcohol finally signaling that he he had officially lost it.  But than he heard his voice and he couldn’t stand it. No matter what he did, how much he tried, he couldn’t get Kai out of his head. “Go away, go away, go away,” he sobbed softly, burying his face deeper into the pillow and staining it with his tears further. He didn’t want to face this, he never wanted to face it. He had lost another person he cared about, and maybe he fell too hard too fast but he felt heartbroken and cheated.

But not cheated by Kai, cheated by the universe for giving him such a shitty hand to play. He reached again for his bottle when he saw the flickering in his sightline and he shook his head. Maybe it was just wild meta energy from someone in the cafe downstairs. But the more the flicker began to take form, the more he recognized it and he gripped the bottle tighter. “No... No, you’re dead, I’m just hallucinating, I’ve had too much to drink...” He was muttering, but it was half-hearted and he didn’t believe himself. He couldn’t, not with Kai in front of him like this. He was sure he was dead though... He identified the body, paid for the casket, spoke at his funeral, and then proceeded to stuff his feelings down. Kai had to be dead. If he wasn’t... He had a lot of explaining to do and a lot of apologizing to do considering Jason had spent a week sobbing over him, only to have him be alive. Though some nagging feeling said this wasn’t really Kai.

[cassiskid]

Almost Lover ;;

Jason was... Drunk. Okay, he wasn’t just drunk, he had completely lost his sense of sanity about two bottles of whiskey ago. He was pretty sure that he’d have to call alcohol poisoning or 911 soon at this rate but he couldn’t stop. He felt so dead inside. He had to pretend to be happy at C.A.R.M.A. Milo was happy, Milo was a mechanical engineer, Milo never gave any opinions and just cared about robots, Milo was... Not him. Milo was his creation, yes, but he was about as real as Jason’s chances of ever having a successful romantic relationship.

Jason brought the bottle to his lips, he had ditched cups the moment he left the bar, and took a long swig. He couldn’t stand it. Kai had fucking died. That was the third guy he had dated who had died. Three funerals he had to speak at. Two families he had to comfort and one he had to keep away. In one year alone, Quintin, Fox, and then Kai... Not to mention all the guys he had dated and they just up and left Pansaw without another word. It was exhausting. Maybe if he just went to sleep he could die too and it would all be over. No one would really miss him anyway, all the people he cared about were either too far away or dead. He thought he heard something knock over but he just brushed it off and slumped over on the couch, hugging a pillow tightly and trying not to cry. Kai had actually made him feel like things could work for once. Like Jason might actually get a shot at being happy.

[bananagogh]

moodboard: rosy blues

[kaznej]

it drives me w i l d

wild // troye sivan

[floralls]

[flowerwaller-deactivated2024121]

[silverbang77]

For a long moment, Calix wondered if perhaps they would refuse his offer and walk out, if the confusion and fear was too much for them to overcome. It wouldn’t have been the first time that it happened, but it was always frustrating nonetheless. Maybe things would have been easier if he hid the sanctuary in a coffee shop or something, but that made it harder to hide things. Clubs were messy, no one paid too much attention and it was easy to disappear into the lights and sounds.

And disappear was exactly what they were going to do. 

As soon as the stranger confirmed that they wanted to see the sanctuary, Cal smiled, his hands lighting up with a bright glow of blue. In only a few brief moments, the light engulfed them and the room before quickly fading, leaving them standing in a large open room with only a few people in it, decorated with couches and bookshelves. There were quite a few doors leading off from it and a few people were mulling about, but it was far calmer than the rush of the club. “Here we are, darling.”

[cassiskid]

While Calix worked his magic, Teddy watched his hands with awe, they wished that they looked cool like that when they messed with water. Admittedly, they were surprised when the setting changed so suddenly and to something so different from the club. “Well... This is nice,” they mumbled softly, taking a few steps away from the man, looking around the room but nervous to go further into it. They couldn’t believe that one person had the ability to mask an entire place like this, that he was able to hide this whole place from prying human eyes, people that would react extremely poorly if they knew about it’s existence. A real safe space. Somewhere aside from home where hiding wasn’t a must. They turned back to Calix and nodded, “this is... It’s pretty rad. I uhm-- I’m Teddy, sea nymph. By the way.”

[asdfsdfsdfdfg-deactivated201708]

They were a particularly strange pair, he’d admit that quite readily. Teddy was a water nymph, something that thrived in the ocean and had a certain dislike for anything hot and dry – especially fire. Josh himself, literal hellspawn, was repulsed by most things that were wet and cold – especially salt water – and tended to stay as far away from the ocean as he could realistically manage. They were complete opposites, never got along when it came to habitats, and according to most natural laws they shouldn’t have been friends at all – and yet they were. Close friends, he liked to think, though he wasn’t certain about how they felt on the matter and chronic doubt kept him from reassuring himself over it. Regardless of those feelings, however, he was certain enough that he could claim they were friends, in spite of their ever-growing list of differences. 

“…I’m sorry you miss it,” he said after a pause, pulling his face into something sympathetic – a genuine expression as any though he did his best to mask the guilt underneath it. He knew they missed the ocean and on more than one occasion he’d wondered if he was keeping them from it, not by force but by a sense of obligation. “I never said you couldn’t,” he pointed out quietly, glancing over them and out towards the ocean for a moment – it didn’t look the least bit inviting to him but he knew that they felt very differently. “I just…” I feel like you won’t come back, even if you say you will. The sentence sat on the tip of his tongue for a moment before he swallowed it back down, and he turned his attention back to them. “I don’t know. You could if you wanted to.”

[cassiskid]

“Don’t apologize, okay? I made a choice to live up here, I don’t regret the decision, I just have those ‘I need to go back’ moments.” They knew the risks when they decided that they wanted to do something more than chill in the undertow all day and play with the other nymphs. Feeling more fulfilled in life than just being a lazy nymph was definitely worth it. As the words left their friends mouth, Teddy’s lips pulled into a frown. He wasn’t being entirely truthful. But they didn’t want to push him for the answer as to why. They just took his hand and gave it a gentle squeeze. “You’re stuck with me, okay?” They said softly, “nothing’s going to shake me at this point even if you wanted too.” They couldn’t be sure what was going through Josh’s mind but everyone needed reassurance every now and again, it was... Well, it wasn’t human nature in this case. Maybe sentient creature nature. “Let’s head home, alright?” They said with a smile, “we can grab donuts on the way back if you want, my treat.”

[isabellarps]

modern nymphs aesthetic

I am the sea, my dear, wicked in my calm. I will drown you and I will mourn you, for darling, I should have taught you to swim.

I am a thousand stories, built upon the ruins of a ten hundred stars. I am an artist of fire, my canvases covered in dust and ash. I am a temple, holy in my prayers.

I am a wolf, with lips painted red, waiting for the moon to howl again. I am the deadliest of beginnings, the brightest of ends

[silverbang77]

Given the fact that it was easier to let his eyes remain natural than to keep up the glamour that kept them looking human, Calix let them remain bright and glowing. At the worst, some human might think he was wearing contacts and there was a great possibility that knowing that they were among another non-human would give the person in front of him some level of comfort and ease. He hardly expected them to relax completely, but he knew that he had always found it easier to talk with those that were similar to him than to humans.

“They let you in because that’s their job,” he hummed, a mild amount of amusement flickering onto his face. “They’re out there to keep underage humans from getting in. You don’t fall into that category, darling.” Well, they fell into one half of the category, but not the one that really mattered. They were supernatural and thus he was more than willing to give them his protection. “You heard rumors of a sanctuary, yes? And you came here to find it? Now you’re confused because a party isn’t much of a sanctuary.” He laughed, the sound a little more metallic than was properly human. “Would you like to see the actual sanctuary?”

[cassiskid]

Teddy frowned slightly, how did he know? They had been so good at keeping it hidden. Very few people knew, in fact, so few people knew that the total came out to one. One very awkward, very tall demon. But they weren’t just going to deny it, they were already in too deep. They could see the sanctuary and then say that their roommate was wondering what happened to them. That was a half decent plan of escape at least. And they couldn’t help their curiosity, where could the real thing be? What could it look like?

But they couldn’t open their mouth to answer better, they just nodded their head a bit and clung to the strap of their bag a bit tighter. What had they gotten themself into? But it couldn’t be that bad anyway... It’s not like the whispers they had heard were bad, the nymph just had trust issues when it came to others, and this was just about the biggest test of how far they were willing to push themself for a bit more knowledge. “Lead the way,” they finally spoke up, their voice sounding water-y and weak as opposed to how dry others would sound when they were nervous.

[asdfsdfsdfdfg-deactivated201708]

He’d been home for most of the day, finding the weather to be less than desirable – a storm was coming, quickly, and that always meant rain. For a beast who’s affinity lied with fire instead of water, weather like that only proved to weaken him. It wasn’t something in particular he minded, though he did have a special relationship with water, but it was something of an annoyance and he wasn’t secure enough with his safety to risk heading out without his full range of abilities. Of course, it was difficult to say that with any truth when control over any of them was short-lived and more often than not ended poorly.

Even so, he wasn’t living by himself and sometimes that meant he had to do things he didn’t like – namely, in worrying about where they were. It was a stupid fear (Teddy was quite capable of taking care of themself) but it was one he found difficult to shake all the same. They were small and should something catch them off guard, trap them somewhere they couldn’t fight back… the longer he sat there and watched the storm brewing the worst his anxiety became. In the end he decided that checking on them – should he be able to find them – wouldn’t be the worst idea in the world.

He could play it off as boredom, anyway. Maybe.

It didn’t take him long to figure out where they’d gone, and though he had a certain dislike of water himself he managed to step out onto the sand without spontaneously combusting. Progress. His discomfort grew the closer to the water he got, but he continued on all the same, determined to ease his worries over their wellbeing – by the time he reached them he was glad he’d decided to come. They looked like they were about to jump in and while they had a certain affinity for water he didn’t think that was the best idea. “You sure?” he asked, cocking a brow and staring down at them skeptically. “You looked like you were about ready to… you know, dive in.”

[cassiskid]

Honestly, they weren’t expecting it to be Josh. He knew that he had a thing about water, they had a thing about fire. Well, not as a big a thing as other nymphs did, but they still had a bit of an aversion too it. It was too hot and too dry. Smoke did smell good at least. But that didn’t change the fact that they really weren’t expecting to see Josh, especially considering how stormy it was looking to be and how bad the ocean was that day. The white capping could be seen from the boardwalk which wasn’t exactly normal. They opened their mouth to protest before they turned back to the waves, their form flickering for just a brief moment between their human-y look and their natural one. Their blue-y skin, mimicking the deepness of the water. “I-- I was going too. I mean, I used to live in undertow. But you just got back so... It’d be rude. And that’s not to say I don’t like it here, I just-- y’know, I miss it sometimes.”

Teddy stepped back from the water until they were on the dry sand as opposed to the water soaked shoreline. They didn’t feel the call as strongly anymore, they took a moment though to rub their face and take out their headphones. “Why couldn’t I?” They asked finally, looking up at Josh with a small pout. They didn’t mean too, but they were genuinely curious as to why Josh wouldn’t let them go in. Sometimes it seemed like he had a bigger problem with Teddy and the ocean than he’d like to admit. But they weren’t one to really pry, after all they rarely talked about themself somedays. “Y’know I’m not gonna like, leave or anything... I’ve got school n’the shop and I’d miss you too much.”

[silverbang77]

It was not unusual for underage people to find their way into Salvation, but Calix didn’t make a fuss about it if they were supernatural. Human kids just looking to drink were thrown out immediately, but the bouncers were all working for him and they knew that a lot of people who entered the club didn’t do so with the intention of partying the night away. Thus when presented with a very obviously underage person that made his runes sparkle and shine, he had no intention of throwing them out.

Some casual amusement crept onto his face at the flustered and awkward backtracking the stranger did, assuming they probably thought he was there to get them in trouble. But they were supernatural, like him, and he suspected that was the very reason that they had made their way into his home sweet home. So he did what he thought would ease their fear the best; he gave them familiarity. In a quick moment, his eyes lit up, glowing bright and bold in a way that a human could blame on the trick of the lighting. “Are you sure you’re in the wrong place, darling?”

[cassiskid]

Teddy took a moment to take in their surroundings a bit better, biting down on their lip. They really weren’t sure they were in the right place, they weren’t a partier. They hid, they stole, they went to school for theatrical set design. Even if this was a place for those of the supernatural variety, they weren’t sure they fit. They fit better in an empty theatre with a bucket of wood stain and a fake wood floor to create. Or even just at the beach, any time of day. But here? They weren’t feeling it. 

“I mean, from what I can see... Yeah, I’m in the wrong place...” They mumbled, not feeling exactly ready to fight someone about their use of the word ‘darling’ in reference to them but not exactly enjoying that either. “I don’t know why the bouncers even let me in, I’m so obviously too young...” There was a tug in their gut, but they weren’t sure if it was the good kind or the bad. They honestly had no idea what to do. This place felt right, but that didn’t mean it was right. Even though they were a nymph and were part of the supernatural world, sometimes they didn’t feel like they quite fit in with it all. As much as they loved living on land, they still didn’t get it sometimes and that made it harder for them to work well and exist with others.

[silverbang77]

Freedom was strange. All her life – if a life it could be called – had been spent in the service of others, every action she ever took controlled by whoever held her leash at the time. Some things she had done had been abominable, some not so much, but the bottom line of it all was that she had been treated as an object rather than a creature capable of free will. Now that she was free, her control rod destroyed beyond repair and her former master resting at the bottom of a very deep river, Tessa found that she was having a hard time adjusting to it all.

Most of the time, she just wandering, slowly learning things about the world around her in a way that often led to her getting into trouble. She reacted either too quickly or too slowly, too harsh or too soft. Emotions were difficult for a creature made of a metal and clay, but she was trying her best to learn and understand what she could. Thus how she found her way to the beach, wandering until she found someone that didn’t seem to fear the ocean. “Why?” She asked, vague but genuinely curious.

[cassiskid]

Teddy was taken aback by the question. They never knew that one simple word could throw them off so much. Did they express why they loved water? Why they were standing on the beach when the weather was so gross? Even though the weather wasn’t that gross... They had no idea where to even begin with all this. “Well...” They bit down on their lip and turned back to the water very briefly, were they just about too-- “I’m a nymph. And this is kind of where I came from.” They couldn’t believe themself. That wasn’t something they usually just straight up admitted like that. But here they were, being a total idiot, probably going to get themself sent to an insane asylum. 

But they couldn’t help but admit it, the question was so simple. The answer to it was simple as well, overthinking it would’ve created a more stressful experience and headspace for Teddy and well, they didn’t need that for once in their life. They took their headphones out of their ears and made sure to pause their music before putting the phone in their pocket for good. They found themselves wanting to ask ‘why’ to the girl in front of them, but they had no ‘why’ questions to ask just yet.

[silverbang77]

Calix was an unusual creature, he was far from unaware of that fact. It was the reason his family had abandoned him, the reason many in the supernatural community cared little for his presence, and the very reason that he had learned how to survive on his own at such a young age. It was also what had inspired him to open up Salvation, the club that was a front for a massive sanctuary for supernatural beings who had nowhere else to go. Every single night it was open and every single night someone was sitting in the back corner, watching every single person that passed through Cal’s carefully created wards, watching the flash of their eyes and the shimmer around them that told them they were something besides human.

That was what he had been doing that night, indulging in a drink or two as he observed both supernatural creatures that he knew and humans that he didn’t care to go in and out of the door. He was about to relegate someone else to watch duty so he could go check on everything back in the sanctuary when there was a familiar flash, invisible to everyone else besides him. With grace only present in one of the fair folk – or not so fair, in his case – he made his way to his feet and towards the stranger, lips curling up into a smile.

“Welcome to Salvation,” he hummed with comfortable ease. 

[cassiskid]

As music practically spilled out of the building in front of them, they were weighing the options. Teddy had heard whispers about a supposed safe haven for other creatures like them. Though they would admit, they always felt creature was a bit of a crude term, even if some of the others were a bit more obscene than others. They never judged though, they had no room too. They stepped into the club and immediately started to regret it. They were a kid. No one was going to let them twenty feet into this place before turning them around and making a comment about how they should join the other millennials and play Pokémon Go. 

They were about to turn and leave when they heard a voice talking to them specifically. But instead of telling them they were too young to be there, this guy was... Welcoming... Them? Teddy shifted awkwardly, suddenly feeling very aware of where they were, what they looked like, and how small they were. “Uh-- sorry, I think... I entered the wrong place...” They smiled awkwardly and took a step backwards towards the door before knocking into a passerby. “Shit uh-- fuck. Well, uh-- I should probably get going...”