her voice.

eric charles charming twenty-four, sailor at heart ❝ Somewhere she's singing & her song is meant for me. ❞

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altandrina:

“Dude, chill, I’m recovering from a cold. I don’t have the plague.”

“You get me sick all the time -- I’m not risking it again.”

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ctrl-philip:

Philip laughed, “I guess we didn’t really hate each other after all.”

“Well that’s a surprise, but I’m glad you’re happy. You’re happy, right?”

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wthscarlett:

Scarlett shrugged one shoulder, scrunching her nose slightly. “I don’t know yet,” she admitted. She thought she’d take a break her newfound ability to accurately draw people’s faces and go back to what she was best at, but somehow this now felt foreign. “You think so?” she asked, honestly needing another person’s opinion on the matter.

“My opinion may be biased because I always love your work, but yeah I really think so,” Eric smiled. “I forget, have you ever tried to sell your work or do commissions?”

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sebastiansfisher:

Sebastian winced, as if listening to the sound caused him actual physical pain. “He sounds like he’s dying. You should tell him that.”

“He’d probably kill me -- but I’m definitely considering. Want to help me break the news?”

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wthscarlett:

Scarlett continued laughing as he disappeared into the kitchen. “Yeah, over the sink,” she told him, going back to her canvas. There was a landscape forming on there, but she didn’t know how she felt about it yet.

“What are you working on?” Eric asked as he circled back to the room they had been in before. He stood behind Scarlett as she stood before her canvas, “It looks good so far,” he commented before taking a sip from his glass of water.

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sebastiansfisher:

Sebastian made a disgusted face. “What the hell kind of sound is that? It sounds like a cat is dying.”

“My brother,” Eric said with a grimaced, “I’ve told him on countless occasions that he should leave the singing to me, but he still goes ahead and does it at the top of his lungs just to piss me off.”

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arielsxtriton:

“Well good, I’m glad to hear that you have the emotions in you to feel bad if you make a girl cry.” She teased him lightly, saving that little bit of information that let her know of the others sensitivity for future information. “Oh you big softie.” She laughed as the other seemed to gasp in pain, “I have some faith, but I just want to be prepared in case things go sour. But as long as you’re a fast runner, then we’ll be good.” She let him know, “And as for getting caught, that can be fun sometimes, it get’s the adrenaline pumping.”

“I’m just too good of a guy,” Eric said dramatically before breaking into a laugh. “That’s me,” he admitted, with a mini-shrug as she called him a softie. “A fast runner? Hmm, I guess I’m not too bad. Hopefully the cops around here are slower than us,” Eric said, eyeing the redhead as she talked about adrenaline. There seemed to be a flicker of excitement behind them as she talked about it. “Well you can get caught, and I’ll run to safety. I’ll tell your dad you love him,” Eric teased, not interested in the kind of adrenaline that came from being caught. He preferred sailing, climbing or just anything more hands on. 

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the-kristoffbjorgman:

“Well you’re pulling a face and poking around at it- so I wasn’t too sure if you were up to date on your fruit and vegetables.” He said with a shrug, watching the way he mimicked his eye roll. “We are bros and I’m just making food I thought you’d like, obviously not.” He said with a small sigh shaking his head and taking back the others plate. “Fine! Fine. You win- I’ll make you pancakes, I should have known better.”

“Hell yeah!” Eric grinned as Kristoff gave in. “Pancakes, ahoy!” The curly haired young man got up to pull things out of the fridge and pantry for the pancakes. “C’mon, think about it this way-- there’s more healthy stuff for you to have all to yourself. Hooray?”

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the-kristoffbjorgman:

Kristoff couldn’t help but roll his eyes at Eric, plating up his own food- just because it was probably healthier to what the other normally ate and not his pancakes that he normally made for him didn’t mean it was disgusting. “It’s called avocado, maybe you’ve heard of it, though you don’t normally find it on a pizza.”

“I know what avocados are, Kristoff. I’m not a total savage,” Eric remarked, returning Kristoff’s eye roll a roll of his own eyes. “But like, I thought you loved me I thought we were bros,” he said, looking from Kristoff to the plate and then back again. “So -- why would you try to poison me like that? You know healthy food and I are very distant friends.”

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arielsxtriton:

“Well..” She smiled a little, a soft blush on her cheeks not sure where she was going to go after that well. “I’m glad you think so, because if you had come out and said to my face that I’m terrible company, I might have cried just to make you feel bad.” She teased him back, a giggle leaving her lips when the other poked her in the ribs as she tried to bat his hand away. “So if we get into trouble, I can bring up those words again and prove you wrong?”

“And then I would’ve felt bad,” he admitted, unable to help but smile at that. He’d’ve hated to see her cry. Let alone because of him. That would be one of the worst things Eric could ever imagine. Chuckling, Eric gasped in mock pain as she batted his hand away. “You really have no faith in us, do you? It’s almost like you want us to get caught or something.” 

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wthscarlett:

Scarlett tried her hardest to keep her laughter inside, but failed miserably. “The kitchen would be the place for that.”

“To the kitchen it is,” Eric said with a chuckle, glad to hear his friend laugh. It’d been a while since he’d seen Scarlett but the two always got along well. “You keep your glasses in this cupboard, right?” he asked, walking up to one of the cupboards in her kitchen.

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arielsxtriton:

Ariel swayed on her feet a little, biting the inside of her cheek as she nodded, “Well yeah, it’ll be fun to have some company. And I mean- you are fun company.” She told the other, trying not to let it show that she wanted him around just so she could spend more time with him. Because when it came to Eric, well she always wanted to spend time with him. “Exactly, especially in case you need a look out and a escape partner.”

“I’m flattered you think so,” Eric said, puffing up his chest with a laugh. “You’re not bad company yourself,” the curly haired young man teased, poking Ariel in the ribs playfully. “Exactly,” he chuckled. “You’re lucky I’m good at looking out and escaping.”

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wthscarlett:

“That,” Scarlett said as she looked at the mug Eric had just drank from, “is my paint water.”

“Well that makes more sense -- god damn it,” he grumbled, wiping his mouth on his sleeve. “Do you have any clean water here?”

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“That’s revolting,” Eric remarked as he set the glass down. “What the hell was that?”

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arielsxtriton:

“What’s life without a little startling- it get’s the adrenaline pumping that’s for sure.” She chuckled, swaying slightly on her feet as she tried not to smile too widely at the man in front of her. “Beautiful, it had all these wild flowers that were like this tall-” She told him, gesturing to her waist to indicate the size of the flowers, “And there was all these stone ornaments that you could tell were old.” When the other said that it should be okay for her to enter the house she looked back to the wall and smiled, “You think? I mean- if you wanted to, you could come with me. Might be nice to have a little back up in case something happened and all.”

“You want me to come with?” he replied, slightly surprised. Eric hadn’t expected her to offer him to join her little adventure. Just by the bright description of the garden, he was already more than intrigued by what was over the wall. “Well I mean, everybody could use some back up every once in a while,” Eric agreed with a chuckle. 

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the-kristoffbjorgman:

Kristoff grinned at the other, because if there was one person he enjoyed to wind up, it was Eric. “Of course I’d say that, the weather is amazing right now. I couldn’t ask for anything better.” He pointed out shaking his head as the other talking about spring and summer, “Warm weather is so overrated, you should love the cold. Embrace it.”

“With you as a best friend, I don’t have a choice but to do exactly that,” he said as if it were the worst thing in the world before letting a smile slip. “I’m kidding, I’m kidding. It’s not so bad. I just love summer too much to let winter win my heart over completely.”