"if you like camera's flashing everytime we go out, yeah.. and if you're looking for someone to write your breakup songs about baby i'm perfect." draco hannigan holmes. 21. musician.
‘— I have,” he shook his head as his words drifted off, “absolutely no idea what is going on right now, but I’m completely okay with this.” He directed his attention to the dog and pet its ears. “Hiya, puppy!”
Draco let out a nervous laugh himself, but rolled with the situation. “It’s a cute lil’ pup, isn’t it?”
“People in general, not just girls, but people are extremely impressionable. There’s different body images that are thrown around in society and some things look like they’re more acceptable. And somethings are made to feel like they’re unacceptable. I think its very important that (we) empower people. I think any time that you can make someone who potentially might not feel as great about themselves as they should - feel better about themselves.. That’s always a positive thing.”
“That is a conundrum.” Sully nodded his head, watching the boy’s reaction. “Why are you getting awkward at that? No one here is rich. We’ve all been through what you’re going through.” He then listened to Draco’s comments and couldn’t help but smirk. “If I was going to take the piss, I would have done so by now. Besides, there are much more amusing things than this to laugh at.”
“Just a reflex, honestly.” Draco admitted. Getting wary around new people sometimes, especially when he was in an entirely new place, was to be expected. But, at the end of the day, he was happy that no one seemed to be awful. He supposed the dark nature of many people’s attitudes came from the injection, something people around here definitely lacked. “Oh, well alright then. I, uh... Thank you?”
“Did you just fucking call me sir?” Asher frowned at the boy who seemed years younger than him. But it occurred to Asher that tragedy had aged him, in a way he never though he could. Asher just became more and more confused as this boy beamed happily like he was having a great time talking to him. “Just… don’t be an asshole to others, and I’m sure you’ll be fine.” Asher commented gruffly. It’s a shame Asher couldn’t take his own advice.
“I-I.. Yes..? I’m sorry! I call everyone ma’am and sir. It’s just a habit.” Draco tried to assure him, hoping he didn’t truly take offense to the word. “It’s what my Mum taught me to do, ‘suppose I never truly broke the reigns of what she’d taught.” Considering the man’s words, he worried his bottom lip between his teeth as he thought carefully as what to say next. “I try to never be rude to anyone, so hopefully, I won’t have a problem with that.”
Melody was in a rush, trying to buy necessities for the apartment that she had forgotten to bring with her, and in her flurry of trying to remember what she needed, she had been too caught in her thoughts to pay attention to where she was walking.
“Oh, no, I’m sorry!” She replied, leaning forwards to check he was okay.
“I should have paid attention. Are you alright?”
“I’m fine, I promise.” Draco assured the girl, a small smile gracing his lips once he was sure she wasn’t angry. Upsetting her had been his biggest worry upon the collision, and thankfully she seemed fine. “Are you alright? I’m too clumsy for my own good.”
Hermione was glad to be away from the cold of Boston. She loved winter, don’t get the girl wrong, but she loved summer even more, or just the idea that it never was below like sixty on this little island. She had her earbuds in, as she walked from her apartment down to a little cafe grabbing a coffee and some breakfast.
Having the hot coffee in one hand and the brown paper bag that had an extra meat filled ham and cheese croissant in the other, the twenty two year old hadn’t been paying attention where she was going, when she collided into someone else. Thankfully it was just a bump then them both falling over or getting coffee spilled over either of their outfits, Hermione let out a soft laugh. “It’s okay. I was in another world” She said pulling out her left ear bud so she’d actually be able to hear the guy who she had bumped into. “Well, if you’re looking for some good coffee, There is a really cute cafe at the end of the road.” She said with a small shrug of the shoulders.
“There is..? I’ll have to check that out, then.” Draco was incredibly grateful over the fact the girl didn’t seem upset over their collision. A negative confrontation wasn’t something that he’d have enjoyed as one of his first experiences in Paradise, and he doubted it would’ve made her day a good one as well.
As an afterthought, once he adjusted his guitar case back on his shoulder, he couldn’t help but add on what was troubling him at the moment. “Do you know where any of the housing areas are? I’m sort of dreadfully lost. Or even a job center. I’m... Well, as I said. I’m all out of sorts currently.” Not wanting to make her feel obligated to help him, he found himself quickly making sure he wasn’t bothering her. “If you’re busy, I’m sorry. I just was sort of wondering. I was about to stop and ask someone for some information.”
“Ooh, that’s a bad idea,” Tristan joked. “What do you wanna check out first? Beach or quaint shop things?”
“Beach, please?” Draco asked almost shyly. Though he needed to get things taken care of, going to the beach was something he’d wanted to do for years. “Last time I went to one I was about six, maybe. It’s one of the many reasons I chose Paradise to come to.”
Despite his rather peppy demeanor, panic attacks came quite often for Draco. He supposed anxiety ran in the family. He remembered the nights his Mum would struggle for breath after his Father left. He remembered the times when in her younger years before she gained a woman’s body and a fierce attitude, his sister’s body wouldn’t stop trembling after the girl’s in her form would spit foul words at her. But most of all, he remembered the freaked out voices that got fuzzy rather quick when the lads from school would corner him and hit him until tears and snot streamed down his face and no breath would come at all for minutes as he shook. It never stopped them for long, though. After a while it became a game to see how quickly they could get him to do it. It was hard to forget the days that seemed to drag on for centuries. The ones that when he got home, he had no strength to do schoolwork let alone even think. Only the fear of failing and disappointing him Mum kept him from falling behind.
He’d always known he was different.
When most people his age were off trying to get into each other’s pants, he’d been more concerned about which book he was going to read next or which song he’d learn next on the guitar. Only once had a girl tried to kiss him and of course, panic had set in then as well and he’d pushed her away and ran. For weeks he’d been taunted, gotten called names offensive to those who preferred men. The truth of the matter was, he wasn’t sure what he preferred. He appreciated the beauty and gentleness a lady could hold, yet the fierceness that came with her when she realized she wasn’t merely a lady, but a woman warrior not to be trifled with. But, he also loved the strength and power of men, and the soft sides that came with even the most rugged of lads. All in all, he just appreciated everyone. Anything beyond that had never come to his mind.
Until now.
Having to admit he didn’t know what, for lack of better words, turned him on. Well.... It was embarrassing. Was he a freak? His hands had began shaking right after the moment of admittance and he’d put all electronics aside in favor of walking the streets, the night air not calming him despite how much he wanted it to.
He’d wandered for hours before he spied a small shop that was still open despite it being the wee hours of the night. Luckily, he’d brought his wallet and while browsing the shop’s selection of drinks, his eye had been caught by a simple postcard. It wasn’t anything fancy. Just a simple beach scene with cursive script that read I’ll meet you here with an arrow pointing to a spot. On a whim, he’d bought it and a pen along with his drink and walked for a bit longer until he’d found a bench that was under a streetlight. Sitting down, he propped the postcard on his knee and uncapped the pen, keeping the top of it between his teeth as he brought the tip down to the postcard’s back. It didn’t take but a few moments for him to fill out the address information for his Mum, but he paused when his hand shifted to the area designated for his message. After a few shaky breaths, he finally willed himself to write.
Dear Mum,
I don’t know who I am anymore. I’m not sure if this was a good idea.
I love you,
Draco
He’d promised to write her with the truth about how he felt when he’d arrived and well, there it was. Standing, he walked until he found the nearest postbox and slipped it in. No weight was off his shoulders. There was no magical moment of clarity from the action. The sun began to rise and a small sigh escaped him. Another day was starting. His uncertainties did not halt days, they never would. All he could do was put one foot in front of the other and try to remember to breathe. In doing that, maybe one day he’d get the answer to the biggest question always lingering in his mind.
TRUTH: Well, aren't you just the cutest? Heya, boobear. We think you're /so/ cute that we want to know a bit more about your dark side. What gets your engine revving? What s a list of turn-ons and turn-offs? We want every last kinky details, baby. You /do/ know what turns you on, right? WARNING: Be truthful, honey. We’re watching. We know if you’re lying. You have three days.
I-I.. I really don’t. Please don’t be upset with me…? I genuinely, genuinely don’t have an answer for you for this. I’ve never felt- well, those kinds of things before.
Matheson couldn’t help but let his cheeks burn a brighter shade of crimson, so overwhelmed with embarrassment over this situation. He graciously took the curly haired boy’s hand, and found his way to his feet. Math did a quick check to make sure all his bags were accounted for, before resting his eyes back on the boy who he’d almost tripped over. “I t-thought I didn’t r-recognise you, and that m-must be why,” Matheson stuttered, giving the boy a shy, albeit warm smile. “It’s a b-busy place I will s-say, and if you need d-directions to anything, I’m h-happy to help!” Matheson noted the boy’s smile, and was glad to see that their meeting hadn’t overwhelmed him. Matheson still felt bad. But when he introduced himself, Matheson’s eyes tripled in size as his jaw fell to the ground. “Draco? Y-your name is Draco? My f-ferret’s name is Draco! Inspired b-by the Malfoy, of c-course. You d-didn’t need to know t-that. Oh my goodness, I’m r-rambling aren’t I? I’m s-sorry, you probably have p-places to be, and-” Speaking so fast that he was almost out of breath, Matheson went red again as he collected himself. “Matheson. M-my name is Matheson.”
“I’d love some help, if you’re sure it’s not any trouble.” Draco felt relief flood through him at the thought of someone helping get sorted out before his head imploded from the stress of it all. He wasn’t regretting the move, but it was a bit much for someone like him who had never been out on his own. He listen, amusement playing on his face as the boy talked of a pet ferret that shared his name, not being able to fight a bark of laughter. “I’m honored to share a name with your little ferret friend. I bet he’s wonderful, just like me.” He teased. Tutting softly, he put a gentle hand on the man’s shoulder. “Love, you’re fine. I promise. It’s very, very nice to meet you, Matheson.”
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