Thomas Scott

Drover Scott. Born and bred Australian. Please don't talk to me. [[Muse isn't friendly but I am :P I track the tag drovertheaussie if you want my attention, and my ask box is always open if you want to RP]]

[drovertheaussie-blog]

[Text] Well, if you'd like, you could come by. My sister is in class, so you won't have to worry about her.

[text] You have a sister? I didn't know. But...Sure. Can I bring Max? 

[drovertheaussie-blog]

[Text] Sure. Would you like to meet somewhere?

[text] Yeah, wherever you want. 

[drovertheaussie-blog]

[Text] Yes.... I understand...

[text] But I'm done thinking now and...Can I come see you? 

[drovertheaussie-blog]

Drover! - Nullah

Nullah? 

[drovertheaussie-blog]

[text] Don't make fun, but...I miss you.

[text] You...Do? Really? I'm sorry Ros, I just wanted some time for myself. 

[rosalie-laurent]

In the Mourning || Drover and Rosalie

[rosalie-laurent]

She rolled her eyes, but smiled softly when we spread the blanket over her legs. “Are you sleepy?” She asked a while later, turning to face him. She noticed how much he was yawning, and felt bad for keeping him up. “You can lay down if you’d like. I don’t want to keep you awake.” By that time, she had stopped paying attention to what was on the television. She was tired as well, though she didn’t show it.

[drovertheaussie-blog]

"Huh?" He turned and looked to her, then just shrugged, "Kinda. Been working all day, pretty tired." He admitted and ran his hand through his hair. He blinked when she said he could lay down and he paused for a moment, considering it. He didn't like to put himself in vulnerable situations but he was pretty exhausted. Slowly, he nodded and swung his legs up onto the couch, then lay down with his head in her lap, his eyes on the television. "Uh...Sure you don't mind?" 

[rosalie-laurent]

In the Mourning || Drover and Rosalie

[rosalie-laurent]

Rosalie smiled when he handed back the remote. She was about to make another comment when she found herself kissing him. Her hand was pressed against his chest, using him to keep herself from falling. She kept her eyes closed for a moment after he pulled away, lightly biting her bottom lip. Rosalie opened her eyes only to roll them, moving to her seat on the other side of the couch. “You’re annoying. That’s all I have to say.”

She gave him a curious look, tilting her head to the side. Clearly, she had not shot him down, so she was wondering what he was so worried about anyway. Rosalie decided against asking at that moment, knowing the topic would come up again, sometime in the future.

[drovertheaussie-blog]

"I know I am." He winked at her, then propped his feet up on the coffee table again and sat next to Rosalie. He kept his gaze on the television after that, putting the blanket across both of their laps without a word. He had no idea what they were watching but he occasionally yawned and rubbed his eyes absentmindedly, much like a toddler. 

Drover was just sick of people in general. He felt like he'd been burned too many times, hence his reluctance to live anything other than a solitary life. He didn't elaborate on what he meant, he just watched tv with her.

[rosalie-laurent]

In the Mourning || Drover and Rosalie

[rosalie-laurent]

Rosalie tried again, stretching her body over his to try and reach the remote. When she failed, she made a frustrated noise, dropping her arms and glaring down at Drover. “I am not going to kiss you, on principle. So you still lose! How about that?” 

She shook her head, waiting a moment before speaking again. “I think you’d be surprised. Life is risky. There’s no escaping that, unfortunately.”

[drovertheaussie-blog]

"You're impossible, woman." He responded, then handed her the remote but leaned upwards at the same time and while she was off guard, he pressed his lips against hers and kissed her, then pulled back only slightly after a minute, a smug grin playing on his lips. "Think I won that round."

"No thanks. I'm not willing to take the risk. I'm not gonna make an effort just to get shot down."

[rosalie-laurent]

In the Mourning || Drover and Rosalie

[rosalie-laurent]

Rosalie’s jaw dropped and she narrowed her eyes at him. “No!” She replied defiantly. “You are going to give it back to me, and then we can talk.” She continued to reach for the remote, pressing her lips together in annoyance. 

“I have heard multiple stories of people being trampled by horses, on more than one occasion! I think if you gave people a chance, you’d be surprised. Most of them are scared of you anyway. I’d like to think animals are much more dangerous.”

[drovertheaussie-blog]

"Why not?" He asked in a teasing tone of voice, then shook his head and leaned back further, nearly laying down with his arm outstretched behind him so she couldn't get it. "You're not getting it back! Talk about what?"

"Pfft, if people are scared of me then it means they won't cause me any problems which is fine by me." He'd rather have people intimidated by him than run the risk of being hurt. 

[rosalie-laurent]

In the Mourning || Drover and Rosalie

[rosalie-laurent]

Rosalie’s eyes widened when he snatched the remote away from her. “Excuse me? Give that back!” She moved onto her knees and reached up to grab it away from him. “If you think I’m going to play along and say ‘please’ you’ve got another thing coming!”

“You’re absolutely proving my point! I’m positive you spend more time with animals than with humans. I am the exception, of course. Those horses must consider you one of their own.” She was mostly joking, but there was some truth to what she said.

[drovertheaussie-blog]

He turned to face her completely and leaned backwards, pulling his arm back and out of her reach, "Alright then. Kiss me and you can have it back." He countered, grinning again. He seemed to have a constant smile on his face around her, which didn't usually happen since he was so grumpy. 

"I do. I don't see why it's such a bad thing. People lie and hurt you, animals don't." 

[rosalie-laurent]

In the Mourning || Drover and Rosalie

[rosalie-laurent]

“I can’t imagine having a dog. Or any pets really.” Rosalie rolled her eyes in irritation, giving him an annoyed look. “Ha, ha. So funny!” She snatched the remote and changed it to something she liked. “I’m surprised you even know how to use the remote, since you’ve been living in a cave for all these years. I’m impressed you even know what a tv is.” She returned his smirk, crossing her arms. 

[drovertheaussie-blog]

"Pfft." He laughed and reached over, snatching the remote back from her. He then held it over his head so she couldn't reach it, "You'll get the remote when you ask nicely." Again, another smug look appeared on his face and he arched his eyebrow in challenge. "Haha, funny. I may live in a cave but I've seen no reason to leave other than to buy stuff and walk Max." 

[rosalie-laurent]

In the Mourning || Drover and Rosalie

[rosalie-laurent]

She smirked when she noticed his embarrassment, taking note of it. She would probably use it again when the time was right. Rosalie rolled her eyes at his observation, but she knew he was right. Looking down at herself, she groaned. “I can’t even keep this shirt from sliding! It’s ridiculous!”

Rosalie raised her eyebrows when his dog jumped onto the couch. “Hmm… That’s interesting. I’ve never had a dog. Just fish. Plus, I’m not a very big fan of…drool or hair. That’s why I could never have a cat.” She twisted her face in disgust, thankful that the dog returned to his spot on the floor. She crossed her legs, ensuring Max wouldn’t be able to lick her feet. “Is there anything good on?” She asked, turning her attention to the tv as well.

[drovertheaussie-blog]

He gained one of his irritating smirks on his face when she said the shirt wouldn't stop sliding down. Drover was a good guy but he was a guy too so obviously he didn't think her shirt falling was a bad thing. He didn't mention it though. 

"No? I can't imagine not having a dog. Had one all my life. I've had Max for five years." He told her, then propped his feet up on the coffee table, the arm closest to Rosalie going to rest on the back of the couch as he flicked through the channels with the remote, with the other hand. "Yeah, there's these things called shows on. It's spectacular, really. The pictures on the box change and everything." He said sarcastically, another smirk pulling at his lips. He knew he was heading for a smack to the back of the head but he just seemed to like teasing her. 

[arabellepelletier-blog]

Isn't today such a gorgeous day?

[arabellepelletier-blog]

Well, um, okay then. I can’t force you to enjoy something you don’t like, but try it one day, it’ll be fun!

I’m Arabelle, by the way. Hello!

[drovertheaussie-blog]

I'm Drover.

[rosalie-laurent]

In the Mourning || Drover and Rosalie

[rosalie-laurent]

Rosalie rolled her eyes, expecting the typical answer he gave. “I know you need me, because it’s the truth! Anyone who goes on about how much better they are when I’m around, obviously isn’t upset by it. You ask me to hang around because you want me here, Thomas.”

She lifted her arms above her head to emphasize her point. “I’m drowning! These were the smallest ones I could find in your closet!” She looked at the blanket and shook her head. “No, thank you. I think I’ll just use these pants, seeing as they’re five sizes too big. It would be impossible for me to get cold in these.” She turned her attention to Drover’s dog, scooting over on the couch. “What kind of dog is this?” She asked, pulling the shirt up over her shoulder when she noticed it began to fall. 

[drovertheaussie-blog]

Thomas. He grinned at the use of his name and he laughed softly. He decided he liked it. "Alright alright, just shut up about it." Now he was getting embarrassed and he ran his hand over his face. 

"Pfft, they're only big because I'm over six foot. You look like a child trying on their parents clothes." He teased her and nodded when she said she didn't need the blanket. Max hopped up onto the couch, on Drover's knee and Drover stroked him, ruffling his fur. "This is Max and he's a border collie. Sheep dog. Go on boy, get down." Max then jumped down and just lay at their feet and Drover just chuckled, "he's friendly." He glanced across to her when he noticed the shirt falling but he didn't mention it and politely averted his gaze towards the television, draping the blanket over his legs since he was cold.

[arabellepelletier-blog]

Isn't today such a gorgeous day?

[arabellepelletier-blog]

Well, isn’t someone a ray of sunshine today? It’s lovely outside, sir! A nice walk in this kind of weather is the best thing ever. I’m sure you’ll love it.

[drovertheaussie-blog]

No thanks. 

[oliver-avignon]

People Are Strange || Oliver and Drover

[oliver-avignon]

Oliver enjoyed making new friends and meeting new people. His gregarious, sociable nature attracted a large amount of friends and a rather small amount of foes throughout his life - just the way he liked it. Having someone on his bad side wasn’t a necesarilly unfortunate thing; at least he didn’t feel bad most of the time. He knew that if people liked him, they would talk to him - and if not, they’d leave him alone; and this system had been working for years. Sometimes, however; there were exceptions.

The young man knew Drover wasn’t a particularly loquacious man. In fact, if he was being completely honest with himself; the gruff, hulking man intimidated him just a bit. Although he knew from conversations they’d had in the past that he was a good man - and at the very least a new neighbor; and this was just the way things were around here. You’re either nice and respectful, or you tick off. Oliver didn’t really mind either way; although he rather liked Drover’s spirit and wanted to get to know him better. He heard a low, heavy grumbling coming from inside the house - just behind the front door as he pushed it open. He stepped foot inside the house, kicking a bottle out of the path of the door as he wiped his feet on the mat. “Bonsoir, bud! Nice digs you’ve got here”, he complimented the man as he scanned the front room over once. “I’ve never actually been in here before; although my grandfather seems to know the man who owns this place well. I guess the farmers have to stick together!” he grinned. “Hungry?”, he asked, raising up the food he brought for Drover with a slight smile.

[drovertheaussie-blog]

Drover lifted his head up and looked across to Oliver, watching him with an arched eyebrow. He wasn't in the mood for visitors. Hell, he wasn't in the mood for remotely anything. Drover's initial response would of been to chew the guy out and snap at him to leave him alone but Olly had been nice to him and he wasn't a complete jerk. 

"Thanks." He responded, then paused as his gaze landed on the food and he gestured to the table with his chin, "Just set it there, I'll have it later." He ran his hand through his hair and scratched his head, then picked up his glass of scotch and downed the rest of the liquid, finding the familiar burn in his throat a little comforting. He wasn't drunk, just...Pathetic. 

Admittedly, he hadn't forgotten about their camping trip. He'd remembered but he just didn't go. He knew he should have given the guy some indication and notice but he really just did not want to see any human being right now, and he was having a hard time trying not to just tell Oliver to leave. He was a deeply conflicted man. 

"Camping trip. Couldn't go. Sorry." 

[rosalie-laurent]

In the Mourning || Drover and Rosalie

[rosalie-laurent]

Rosalie tilted her head back and laughed. “Oh, absolutely not. Cheerleading was the last thing I ever wanted to do. I despised those girls.” She rolled her eyes and shrugged. “Possibly. Clearly, you need me, so who am I to say no? Also, being called cute is not something I am accustomed to, so don’t get used to it.”

She sighed and followed him into his bedroom. “Well, since I am clearly not going to win here, you should leave so I can change clothes!” She knew that nothing of Drover’s would fit her, but throwing a fit over a few clothes wasn’t something she would do.

Rosalie pushed him out of the door and made sure it was locked before making her way back to the clothes. “I am going to be drowning in all of these…” She muttered with a sigh. After examining a few items, she decided on the ones to put on.Rosalie emerged from the bedroom and took her seat on the couch again, sighing. “You are not going to tell anyone about this! If I hear anything from Davie, there will be trouble.”

[drovertheaussie-blog]

"Oh I did too. Hot but pretentious and a 'holier than thou' vibe to 'em." He shook his head and just blinked at her. He did need her, but how did she know that? "Pfft, what makes you think I need you?" He inquired and although he was a lot more sweet now behind closed doors, he still had to keep up his appearances. He had actually turned quite bitter and he was genuinely cold at times but he was also still that guy he was when he was younger, he'd just lost sight of him.

He laughed when he was pushed out and he just went and sat on the couch, then looked to her when she sat next to him. Max came and sat at his feet and Drover patted his head absentmindedly, "Tell anyone about what? You wearing my clothes?" He grinned and ran his hand through his hair, ruffling it. "Well. Guess you'll see won't you." He pulled a blanket that was hanging over the couch and decided he'd used it for when he slept, but he offered it to her, in case she wanted to use it if she was cold.