seconds of tinted pools of golden brown entangled in blonde locks ( a few blinks to wipe the sleep out of hues and identify the familiar face ) , material of burnt orange once wrapped around fawny skin replaced with the light breeze of the small apartment that homed the curly haired boy . moves without delicacy , an animal of old habits ( prominent in the femme that laid beside him ) , would shake his head at himself for it if he knew his actions would not be repeated . but they always were . decency not a priority in his mind as digits capture ringing phone and feet move him from his bed to the kitchen . not necessary in the end , as fingers hit lock button to silence the phone once and for all . more concerned about the oj that called to him from his fridge then the caller blowing up his phone . decides on no glass , pulls open the fridge and waste no time putting petals to carton , an animal , am i right ? “ good morning princess , “ taunting remark as footsteps approach from behind him , “ you decided to stay and keep me warm last night huh ? “ half a smirk appears as his body turns to face her , “ should i be honored ? or concerned you’re enjoying my company just a little too much ? “ @abiggilmore
* hey is that REMINGTON DECKER ? i think i’ve seen the twenty three year walking around the cut , so i guess that means they’re a POGUE right ? apparently if the weather’s right , you can find them finding his peace of mind with sky high waves and a surf board , which makes sense they’ve got the whole GREED LEAVING A TORN FAMILY PICTURE IN IT’S AFTERMATH , THE MORNING SUNLIGHT THREATENED BY BLACK OUT CURTAINS , & THE TASTE OF BITTER WHISKEY thing about them . if people had background music , their song would definitely be DEVILISH by CHASE ATLANTIC .
full name. remington wesson decker .
nickname(s). rem , remi .
gender , pronouns. cis man , he and him .
orientation. bisexual , biromantic .
occupation. bartender .
languages. english , italian ( fluent ) .
cooties . that’s what he convinced himself to believe when he was young enough to count his age on one hand . i must’ve of caught cooties from somewhere , they have to be the reason kids my age avoided me right ? when not even pearly whites and polished manners his teachers sculpted in the classroom worked , cooties were his answer . paced back and forth in his rooms for hours , even ran downstairs to meet a frowning grandpa to ask if fishes had cooties . his innocence failed to recognized that he was a walking consequence of intrusive words that travelled , that his parents reputation ( the town drunk and the imprisoned who caught 20 something years in jail for armed robbery ) stuck a knife into his flesh and carved history he would forever be too young to remember in his skin .
that remington boy ? the decker’s son ? stay away from him . deemed trouble before he could form a ‘ hello ‘ . he was poison . found a friend in avoidance , keeping his head down and mastering the frown his grandpa wore all his childhood . untrusting . if your last name was not decker , he assumed ill intentions . walked on eggshells around people , like they’d stone him at any moment . quick tongue , relentless , deadly stare , fought with himself to give in to what everyone thought or conquer the world .
fell into the arms of sports , lacrosse . learned to be carry himself with hidden mischievous , constantly plotting on someone but mostly plotting on this damn town . decided he’d conquer , but before he did so he’d run everyone through the ringer . remington ? he’s wicked .. a bit much , remington thought . just decided to offer everyone his middle finger and the infamous words of ‘ suck my dick ‘ . stuck to his sports , the beaten down park where he’d drink his feelings away , and the very few he trusted .
death crippled him , or more so losing someone else did . left hues bloodshot and glass broken , hated that feeling . was he allowed to be mad at abandonment ? even if it was the result of death ? didn’t care , nope . first his parents , his grandpa .. who else ? that was his first step into realizing his fear of people leaving , his step after that ? making sure people didn’t have the chance too . held on to people with a death grip before deciding to keep everyone at an arms length ..
his ticket out was a scholarship , granted him four years at a school he could never afford on his own . kicked ass . in his studies and his sports , decided to study business . dreamed of opening his own small restaurant one of these days , gift the gift of a warm meal that plants a homey feeling in your stomach , that’s it . but then he let his lack of control get the best of him , foul words and the mentions of criminal parents leaving him with bloodied knuckles and ‘ because we have to show we don’t tolerate violence ‘ he was kicked from the team .
tell the wolves remington’s home , bags packed and the same old cocky grin . never the one who gives up , a phoenix in every situation . found a job at some beach bar , and worked enough to resume his studies ( with the help of some loans that he would surely curse in a few years ) . but over the past year he’s been back , remington has been quick to understand that though the carvings may have healed , the scars will always be there .
EXTRAS .
cooking is something he just ? likes . it’s natural to him , used to sit up watching cooking shows for the fun of it . have recipes saved in bookmarks , jotted down in notebooks . it’s another reason he wants to open up restaurant . but doesn’t compare to how he wants his last name to be connected to something else , to have good rather then an article of a drug bust .. hopes that he can do that , for himself .
i know he has a mouth on him , and has probably told you to fuck off way too many times to count BUT he is not all sour , he’s sweet . actually one of the most loving kids out there . had stuffed animals he had to sleep with every night so they wouldn’t be lonely until he was eleven . will take bullets for people , loves hard hard hard .. don’t give up on him the first try .
he , okay , so an attitude is there ? but it’s a more of a i do what i want kind of thing .. and a fuck you kind of thing .. and i don’t give a fuck ( haha jokes on him he lowkey does ) kind of thing ... BUT .. okay he’s just moody , no excuses this time .
never approach him on some i love you shit , he WILL run . i mean a LMFAOOOOOOOO ima head out kind of run asdfg . relationships ? yeah , he’s not a fan . the ceo of fucking things up before they ever get there . whataboutit
when he’s hurt ? he’s the meanest . and like i know he can be blunt with people who don’t give him a chance but he’s not a mean person .. unless you wrong him . he will try to fight , and he fights dirty . doesn’t have a sense of not saying certain things .
a curser , he’s always cursing ... and apologizes for it like ‘ shit , FUCK , oh my fucking god my bad ‘ if he does apologize .
how does this little fucker know italian ? thank nonno decker for passing the only piece of family background down to the curly haired boy .
* hey is that FRANCESCA ELMERSSON ? i think i’ve seen the twenty two year walking around the eight , so i guess that means they’re a KOOK right ? apparently if the weather’s right , you can find them writing notes for her next podcast , which makes sense they’ve got the whole LONELINESS EVADED WITH THE HELP OF ONE MILLION LISTENERS , A NAGGING FEELING OF WHISPERED FAILURE , & NEON LIGHTS DANCING IN A DARK ROOM thing about them . if people had background music , their song would definitely be FIELDS by GIVEON .
full name. francesca liliana elmersson .
nickname(s). fran , chessie .
orientation. bisexual , biromantic .
occupation. podcaster .
languages. english ( fluent ) .
words that mirrored chains could never contain the longing for freedom that roared inside francesca , disappointment rolling off her father’s tongue only a leash that pulled her back when she went too far . her first breath contaminated with set expectations before she had a heart beat , her parents saw the world in black and white ; francesca opened pretty brown hues and saw the world in vibrant colors , and began a battle of making sure her parents perspective never bleed into her beauty .
the illusion of perfection was a requirement for inheriting the last name elmersson , would soon realize the mindset that surrounded her was that a child was to be seen and not heard . she was a shell of , ‘ don’t ‘s and ‘ no ‘s . bit her tongue until her mouth was filled with blood , and when she failed it , it spilled out in words that expressed curiousness and ebullient . of course , not allowed . to showcase an ounce of herself , would be meet with frowns , the raspy voice expressing how he did not raise his child to be like this ... like what ? a individual rather then a reflection of your expectations ? her childhood consisted of being a shadow , a disappointment , the child who could never listen .
a wild soul stuck in a cage , screamed until her voice escaped her too . found release in the moonlight , thud from her feet dropping from her window . non existence ankle monitor beeping only when the sun rose and the light of dawn gave away the pillows disguised as her . stood her ground the older she got , but still not free . rolled hues behind close doors , bark of orders going over her head for a minute before her body cried as moved to obey . ungrateful ? she would not let that be her , not today .. not yet .
estranged relationships rooted in lectures that made it clear that she would never be what her parents wanted her to be created an ocean between her and her parents . affection ? tenderness ? softness ? never experienced that , broke eye contact with children running into their mother’s arms , envied stories of father’s fighting off the monsters under their children’s bed . she was an object , had a future planned out for her that did not please her . she would go here , study that , become this .. spoke of dreams of creating a podcast and was told to get a real job , and then she was told that no child of a elmersson would be some sort of influencer . francesca liliana elmersson you can either go to college and study medicine or you can get the hell out of my house .
a slave to old habits , the act of pleasing . tried it , the college thing . failed half of her classes , and spent nights in random (wo)men’s bed . an education ? it was not something she received . moments that would cause her mom and dad to go red in the face ? that’s the only thing she got out of it . a single year , wasted . dropped out half way through with the drunken words of , ‘ screw you ‘ sent at four am . she would no longer a prisoner , not anymore .
cut off , disowned ; have not spoken to her parents in three years . moved as far away as she could get , sweet FREEDOM . she is the lion she always wanted to be , loud and bold , unapologetically herself . and then the call came , chessie baby , please come home . your moms sick . so she came home , with fingers crossed everything she build for herself would not crumble in the process .
EXTRAS .
she speaks her mind , ask and she will tell ; don’t ask and she will still tell . likes to give out her opinions like the world would crumble without them , swears that if she spent another second biting her tongue she’d crumble . never means to be rude , her manners are indeed intact , she’s just not the person who will tell you nothing or i don’t know or i’m okay if it’s not .
likes the sound of her own voice , no matter how hard she denies it . you’d think having her own podcast would be enough , nope . she’s loquacious , take her by the shoulders and tell her to shut the hell up or she will tell you about what she had for breakfast this morning , what she dreamed of , how much she likes your shirt , and how she thinks she’s dying from lack of caffeine in one breath . warning , do not , i repeat , do not , watch a movie with her .
her podcast is just , her ? like , everything she has ever done , everyone she has ever done , the places she’s been , topics she’s find interesting . her goal is to create a safe space and so she is open about everything , need advice ? you got it . what’s her craziest sex story ? you better get some popcorn . has she ever ???? probably , let her tell you some more . her podcast is definitely called don’t tell my father , because she think it’s hilarious and knows if her dad did ever listen he’d get her removed from the family tree .
kind of bratty ? but like not too bratty . just like what do you mean i’m not getting my way ?? * pouts * . actually pouty is her go to reaction to almost everything . resist , RESIST .
overall annoying ? asdj . no but seriously her love language is affection , like friends , lovers , just let her hold your hand for a little asdf .
whoever lives near her ? sweetie i am so sorry . all this girl does is blar r&b music and screams asdfgh .
How soft and gentle her name sounds when I whisper it. It lingers on the tongue, insidious and slow, almost like poison, which is apt indeed. It passes from the tongue to the parched lips, and from the lips back to the heart.
Daphné du Maurier, My Cousin Rachel (via antigonick)
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