the quiet thinker

Hunter Odair - 17 years old - the son of Eli and Sage Odair. He is quiet and imaginative, but keeps to himself. While he inherited his father's looks and silent mannerisms, (though he is sarcastic around those he is comfortable with) he was given his mother's talent with a pencil or paintbrush.

[scoutodair]

Counting Stars - Scout/Hunter

[hunterodair]

I’m gonna take a wild guess here and say it’s because of that boy back in Twelve. /furrows eyebrows/ I think I lost count of the amount of times you said blind. /sighs/ I’m thinking of just..I sort of want to move out. I’m graduating soon, and maybe it’ll help if..I don’t know. It’s just a thought.

I’ve talked to mom enough times to know I have problems. I already take medication for my “depression”. It’s stupid.

I doubt that.

[scoutodair]

He makes me feel less cynical about a lot of things. /scowls/ It’s an expression. I’m just saying that sometimes you don’t know what you have until it’s halfway out the door. /folds her arms over her chest/ Going from occasional isolation to complete isolation? Good to know you’re making progress. 

You don’t need to talk to a doctor to know you’re fucked up in the head. /flicks his temple/ Medication can’t help you slide your head out of your ass. Mom would have tried it on dad years ago.

You won’t like what I have to say.

[hunterodair]

I'm glad. And for once, that's not said sarcastically. /smirks/ I bet it feels awful nice, too. /rolls his eyes/ I'm not going into 'complete isolation'. I just need to get out of here for a while or something. You can come with me if you want.

You think I don't already know that? /hits her arm back/ Mom and dad made a bad decision when they chose to breed, didn't they?

Just spit it out already.

[scoutodair]

Counting Stars - Scout/Hunter

[hunterodair]

/slowly looks over at her, general concern on his face/ Who the hell are you and what have you done with my sister? /shakes his head, confused/ I don’t know. I’m just sick and tired of hearing mom cry and knowing he’s just downstairs and doesn’t give a damn. Love is fucking stupid..

Why do you think I blow every dime I have on pot, Scout? Why do you think I’m high as a fucking kite all the time? I don’t like it here. I feel like I’m trapped and nothing is going to get better. The weed only helps for so long. I can’t make a life out of being a pothead. /buries his face in his arms/

No..Fuck. There’s just too much going on in my head. Why don’t..you just talk now.

[scoutodair]

…I guess I’m feeling more hopeful lately. /frowns/ I know what you mean. It’s awful, I know, but you can’t do anything about it. They need to work it out on their own. Love is blind, Hunter. Not only that, but it can make you blind. Dad is a dick, but until something he cares about is threatened, he’s just going to stay blind. 

Have you tried talking to mom? She’s always trying to help me with problems I don’t have. I’m sure she’d love to help you out. Maybe you can score some pills out of the deal. 

Okay, well, I don’t have a lot to say. I don’t know what to say. 

[hunterodair]

I'm gonna take a wild guess here and say it's because of that boy back in Twelve. /furrows eyebrows/ I think I lost count of the amount of times you said blind. /sighs/ I'm thinking of just..I sort of want to move out. I'm graduating soon, and maybe it'll help if..I don't know. It's just a thought.

I've talked to mom enough times to know I have problems. I already take medication for my "depression". It's stupid.

I doubt that.

[scoutodair]

Counting Stars - Scout/Hunter

[scoutodair]

The silence has not been unappreciated. /rolls her eyes/ Stop being a baby and spit it out. /socks his arm lightly/ 

I figured it would at least get a smile out of you. You’ve been mopey all night. Someone out of shit? You could always just call up your friend Adonis.  

[hunterodair]

I don’t know it- /sighs/ Nothing is getting better at home. I can stay..cooped up in that fucking room all day, but I know what’s happening outside of my door and I- I just hate it..

/waves his hand in front of him/ No, no, I’ve got plenty of shit. Too much shit actually. Have you..Do you notice how much stupid, meaningless fucking materialistic shit we have? It’s making me dizzy. I can’t even go downstairs anymore. No one is happy, but we spend money like it’ll buy it. /rubs his eyes, frustrated/

I don’t know, I’m just antsy.

[scoutodair]

Hey, hey. It’s bullshit down there, but you never know. Things change so quickly. Even the coldest of hearts can melt. If they really love each other, they’ll find a way. /looks away, shocked she actually said that/

Welcome to the new age. It isn’t so bad. You could always buy something that’ll make you happy for a little while. My punching bag makes me one happy bitch, you know? It doesn’t make me happy like people in my life do but it takes the edge off. 

No shit. Are you sure nothing else is on your mind?

[hunterodair]

/slowly looks over at her, general concern on his face/ Who the hell are you and what have you done with my sister? /shakes his head, confused/ I don't know. I'm just sick and tired of hearing mom cry and knowing he's just downstairs and doesn't give a damn. Love is fucking stupid..

Why do you think I blow every dime I have on pot, Scout? Why do you think I'm high as a fucking kite all the time? I don't like it here. I feel like I'm trapped and nothing is going to get better. The weed only helps for so long. I can't make a life out of being a pothead. /buries his face in his arms/

No..Fuck. There's just too much going on in my head. Why don't..you just talk now.

[scoutodair]

Counting Stars - Scout/Hunter

[hunterodair]

You’ve got a point there. /tchs and shakes his head/ It’s just- /chews on his bottom lip, trying to find the right words/ Fuck, you know I’m not the ‘feelings’ type, Scout..

Flattery will get you nowhere. /chuckles/

[scoutodair]

The silence has not been unappreciated. /rolls her eyes/ Stop being a baby and spit it out. /socks his arm lightly/ 

I figured it would at least get a smile out of you. You’ve been mopey all night. Someone out of shit? You could always just call up your friend Adonis.  

[hunterodair]

I don't know it- /sighs/ Nothing is getting better at home. I can stay..cooped up in that fucking room all day, but I know what's happening outside of my door and I- I just hate it..

/waves his hand in front of him/ No, no, I've got plenty of shit. Too much shit actually. Have you..Do you notice how much stupid, meaningless fucking materialistic shit we have? It's making me dizzy. I can't even go downstairs anymore. No one is happy, but we spend money like it'll buy it. /rubs his eyes, frustrated/

I don't know, I'm just antsy.

[scoutodair]

Counting Stars - Scout/Hunter

/stares down at her hands, not sure of what to say/ 

It’s…been awhile since we’ve been out here, Hunter. I guess we’ve both been locked in our rooms for a while. How have you been, kid? 

/lays back on the roof/ I hope things have been better for you.

[hunterodair]

/lays his arms across the top of his knees and rests his chin on his arms, staring out/

Too long, I’d say. /shrugs his shoulders slightly/ Eh.

I’m fine. How about you?

[scoutodair]

Nadia has been on vacation for a month, so you shouldn’t be so sad. What’s got your panties in a bunch? Don’t even try and say nothing. I’ll push you off this roof. /grins his way/ 

I’m good now. Things were shitty for a while there. Today has been good, though. Especially now that I’m with you~

[hunterodair]

You've got a point there. /tchs and shakes his head/ It's just- /chews on his bottom lip, trying to find the right words/ Fuck, you know I'm not the 'feelings' type, Scout..

Flattery will get you nowhere. /chuckles/

[scoutodair]

Counting Stars - Scout/Hunter

/stares down at her hands, not sure of what to say/ 

It’s…been awhile since we’ve been out here, Hunter. I guess we’ve both been locked in our rooms for a while. How have you been, kid? 

/lays back on the roof/ I hope things have been better for you.

[hunterodair]

/lays his arms across the top of his knees and rests his chin on his arms, staring out/

Too long, I'd say. /shrugs his shoulders slightly/ Eh.

I'm fine. How about you?

[hunterodair]

Head In The Clouds: Hunter/Scout

[hunterodair]

While Hunter knew he had probably smoked with Scout, he couldn’t get a clear picture of the two of them toking together in his head. It was bugging him now, and he wished she hadn’t mentioned it. Why couldn’t he remember lighting up with her? Whatever. Hunter turned onto his side, facing away from her once she nudged him again. At the loud thud, though, he sat up quickly, cursing as the room spiraled. 

"You’re not giving me any time to an-answer." he said, furrowing his eyebrows, "I feel like you’re lying. You’ve probably..only spoken to me today, and you’re saying that to..make me feel bad. Where do you want to go anyways?"

When things got quiet again, Hunter laid back down. That didn’t last long, though, and Scout was back to asking questions. 

"No. Nothing. Nothing’s wrong." he said, waving his hand, "Don’t you want to go hang out with Embry? I’m sure he’s more fun than I am."

[scoutodair]

"I want to go out and do something. I want to fly all over!" she laughed, spinning around. "We should go over to Abuela’s and listen to her stories. I love when she tells her stories. Remember that one time we went over there and she told us about great uncle Eric at her wedding to Grandpa Finn? I laughed at that for days." 

Her heart sank when he seemed to push her away. All she wanted to do was be with her brother right now and he couldn’t be bothered. Why wouldn’t he go out with her? She just had so much energy now and nothing to do with it. She had already gone to the gym today. Hunter had to hang out with her!

"I want to hang out with you! Why would I choose him over you? You’re family. He’s an okay guy, but you’re my brother and I love youuuu." she grinned, sitting on the bed once more.

[hunterodair]

He watched her twirl, smiling slightly to himself. Hunter supposed it was nicer to see his sister bouncing-off-the-walls happy rather than seeing her seething with anger like she was less than a week ago. He never understood her mood swings, so he just went with them, knowing they would only come and go. The request to go to Abuela's house did sound nice, but he was comfortable here, too. "Can we go tomorrow...or maybe later?" he asked, "They'll smell the weed on me if I go..now."

Thinking about Embry made him sad. It made him angry earlier, but now he just felt...sad. How was it fair that some stranger got to take away one of his only friends? He just wanted to lie here, but with the mood Scout was in, he wasn't sure that was a possibility.

"He's probably more fun to be around." he huffed, turning on his side, away from her. Acting like a five year old was unreasonable and pointless, but Hunter was choosing that direction anyways. "He's not a huge dick like me, I'm sure. And he probably doesn't make you as angry as I do all the time."

[hunterodair]

Hunter/Nadia

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/raises an eyebrow and smirks/ Mm, no I don't know how long you've been waiting for me to say that? How long have you?

[embry-lee]

Encounter - Embry/Hunter

[hunterodair]

While Hunter wished he could just do what his father originally asked him to and scare Embry off, which he knew he was probably capable of, he didn’t…have the desire to. Maybe if he were different and had driven up on a motorcycle and flicked the butt of a cigarette onto their porch, Hunter would have thought twice about socking him in the jaw. But Embry was nothing like that, and it infuriated him. He had no reason to keep Scout to himself anymore.

He did, however, allow himself to grit his teeth and glare at the boy in front of him as he claimed his relationship with Scout entirely platonic. He didn’t get it, did he? Hunter hadn’t even seen the two together in the same room yet, but he knew well enough that teenagers were teenagers, and girls and guys who were ‘just friends’ didn’t always stay that way. They always fell for each other at some point, whether it lasted or not.

"Look, I know I probably sound like a huge asshole, but I’m just being realistic. You and Scout’s relationship might be platonic now, but I can guarantee that won’t last. She likes you, which is a scarce feeling coming from her, and I’m assuming you like her, too. So just…be decent. If you can do that, for me and for her, then you have my respect and I guess..approval to be her friend or boyfriend…or whatever."

[embry-lee]

It was times like these that Embry wished he were more like Jeremy. Jeremy knew what to do in every situation, no matter how awkward or tense it was. Though Hunter would have been less gracious about kicking his ass if he acted like his brother, at least he wouldn’t be stuck completely tongue tied and embarrassed. But alas, Embry could only dream of being as suave as Jeremy. 

"…Okay."

Okay. All he could manage to say in the face of fear was okay. It was barely above a mumble and he could feel heat rising to his face. It wasn’t a full blush, but just enough to look guilty. He sold himself out so much that he should have just brought a sign declaring his love for Scout and called it a day. Why was he so incapable of acting like a normal teenage boy? What the hell was wrong with him?

"You’re a real….pal."

[hunterodair]

That was enough speaking for today. In fact, Hunter was sure he had used all his 'talking minutes' for the week in one go. Sometimes he had too many things floating around in his head, and if that meant he needed to pop like a balloon and vent, then so be it. Still, it just felt strange. He barely spoke full sentences when he was with Sage, and now he had preformed a whole monologue for Embry, a guy he had just met.

Okay? That was all he could get out after that? Hunter shut his eyes and let his hand run down the length of his face in defeat. There was no point in reprimanding Embry for his short answer.

With yet another grumble of his stomach, Hunter wondered if he could sneak away and grab a granola bar or something without him noticing. Things had gotten quiet again, and he was starting to feel antsy.

"I try."

[hunterodair]

Details: Drabble

When it came to Hunter’s art, scribbling was out of the question. The first time his hand met a piece of paper and a pencil, he kept everything neat and detailed. The closest he could get to his perception of perfection, the easier his mind could rest. Sometimes, though, an idea would be abandoned, paper tattered with eraser shavings. It all depended what kind of day it was.

The unfortunate thing for Hunter was that because he paid so much attention to detail when it came to his artwork, he let the fine lines of real life blur. He didn’t take the time to think about what might have been going on around him, and whether or not a certain situation was more complicated than meets the eye. Instead, he let things be and made snap judgments.

It didn’t take a rocket science to tell Nadia’s behavior was an act. To Hunter, though, he just assumed that was the way she was. He quickly accepted the fact that she was loud and confident and intimidating, rather than taking a second glance. Hunter, instead  of acknowledging that there was a perhaps more deep rooted problem, brushed off his own sister’s actions and thought of them to simply be mood swings. He surrounded himself in a protective shell and kept himself content in his own world of ignorance.

…that is until someone broke open that shell for a few moments and revealed the truth behind anything really. Reality was scary, and while he tried not to accept that fact, it always came back to bite Hunter in the ass. Something as simple as finding out a hug he gave his mother didn’t help her feel better for days after, but only for the time being could send him careening. Guilt befriended him too often, and depending on the severity of the mistake he had made, it could keep him cooped up for hours, days, or weeks. Sending him out was a problem too, for the heavy cloud above his head allowed for rash and dumb decisions to be made. While to others one of his misunderstandings could seem petty, to Hunter they normally meant the world.

Recovery eventually came, and he always ended up going back to his as-normal-as-it-gets self, but it has always, and perhaps will always remain a vicious cycle for the poor boy with his head in the clouds. 

[hunterodair]

Head In The Clouds: Hunter/Scout

[hunterodair]

"I thought you might…have been doing something that interested you more. I doubted you wanted to smoke with me." he spoke slowly, closing his eyes and lying back on his pillow. Hunter let one eye open back up when she nudged him with her foot. "Don’t do that." he requested, closing his eyes again, "That’s kind of the point."

Even in this state, Hunter couldn’t understand why just a day ago Scout was ready to rip anyone’s head off, and now she was here, giddy as ever. He would have asked her, but lying in silence was a much more favorable option right now.

He tried tuning her out, but that didn’t work as he still wanted to listen to his music, even if it was just a faint tune. Hunter groaned and thought the music not worth it anymore as Scout continued to ramble. He covered his ears with his hands and furrowed his eyebrows before sitting up. “Shh!” he hissed, “You’re going…too..too fast. I can’t understand you.”

[scoutodair]

"I always want to smoke with you. You’re my favorite person to toke with since you smoke like a damn chief." When he said not to nudge him, of course she did it again with the same Cheshire cat smirk as before. Her balance was off, though, and she fell to the ground with a thud. Rather than complaining about the pain, she laughed hysterically until she pulled herself up. "Oops.."

The fact he wasn’t listening to her was starting to bug her. Something inside of her ticked, setting her off on another rant. “I am not. You’re just going to slow because of the dope. Why won’t you listen to me? Nobody in this family likes to listen to me at all. I just want to go out.”

She didn’t manage to convince him at all. A part of her tried to rein her back in, knowing she was making the problem too obvious. In an attempt to cover it up and play it off as the annoying little sister routine, she kept quiet for a few..seconds. 

"What’s wrong with you? What’s your problem with me?"

[hunterodair]

While Hunter knew he had probably smoked with Scout, he couldn't get a clear picture of the two of them toking together in his head. It was bugging him now, and he wished she hadn't mentioned it. Why couldn't he remember lighting up with her? Whatever. Hunter turned onto his side, facing away from her once she nudged him again. At the loud thud, though, he sat up quickly, cursing as the room spiraled. 

"You're not giving me any time to an-answer." he said, furrowing his eyebrows, "I feel like you're lying. You've probably..only spoken to me today, and you're saying that to..make me feel bad. Where do you want to go anyways?"

When things got quiet again, Hunter laid back down. That didn't last long, though, and Scout was back to asking questions. 

"No. Nothing. Nothing's wrong." he said, waving his hand, "Don't you want to go hang out with Embry? I'm sure he's more fun than I am."

[embry-lee]

Encounter - Embry/Hunter

[hunterodair]

Hunter didn’t exactly know how to react when Embry told him otherwise. On one hand, he believed him. Scout and Hunter had always been each other’s rocks, and Hunter enjoyed their talks, but he still had that sinking feeling in his stomach knowing that Embry was probably going to take that place soon. “Well, I have a good feeling that you’re going to be the one who fills that role soon. I’m going to college next year, and she actually likes you, which never happens in Scout’s world, so it all kind of pieces together.”

He wasn’t trying to come off as a huge asshole, though he probably did on his normal days. These past couple of weeks had put him in such a funk, that getting out of it seemed nearly impossible. He snapped at others quickly and if out, would probably make horrible, rash decisions. It wasn’t the first time it had happened. 

"I’m about 6’4" - 6’5"." he said, "You don’t have to keep away from me unless you give me a reason to be angry." 

"I guess I have to do the ‘big brother’ thing and tell you that if you ever break her heart, I’ll kill you, but…you seem like a pretty nice guy. I find it odd that you and Scout are friends, but I guess opposites attract."

[embry-lee]

This family was going to be the death of him. Embry wasn’t scared of Hunter per se, but he doubted he would ever feel comfortable being around the kid. Not only was he kind of off socially but there was a lot of pent up anger in his voice. That combination never fared well for anyone since it usually created serial killers..or hermits.. 

Even if he wasn’t trying to come off as an asshole, he gave off that vibe. Maybe Nadia was right about him. Maybe he was about to get his ass kicked and all of the conversation was just to catch him off guard. He shook the thought out of his head once he realized no matter what happened before, he would always be off guard.

Part of him felt the need to correct Hunter and restate that they were just friends, but another knew he wouldn’t be able to pull that off effectively. He also hadn’t realized how entirely obvious it was that he did care for her in that way, so he went ahead and tried to convince Hunter it was purely platonic.

"I don’t want to hurt my only friend. As incredibly intimidating as you are, the scare tactic comes second to that. A close second, I might add, but it’s not the only thing. I’m not entirely oblivious to how this looks to a brother, but we are just..friends.”

[hunterodair]

While Hunter wished he could just do what his father originally asked him to and scare Embry off, which he knew he was probably capable of, he didn't...have the desire to. Maybe if he were different and had driven up on a motorcycle and flicked the butt of a cigarette onto their porch, Hunter would have thought twice about socking him in the jaw. But Embry was nothing like that, and it infuriated him. He had no reason to keep Scout to himself anymore.

He did, however, allow himself to grit his teeth and glare at the boy in front of him as he claimed his relationship with Scout entirely platonic. He didn't get it, did he? Hunter hadn't even seen the two together in the same room yet, but he knew well enough that teenagers were teenagers, and girls and guys who were 'just friends' didn't always stay that way. They always fell for each other at some point, whether it lasted or not.

"Look, I know I probably sound like a huge asshole, but I'm just being realistic. You and Scout's relationship might be platonic now, but I can guarantee that won't last. She likes you, which is a scarce feeling coming from her, and I'm assuming you like her, too. So just...be decent. If you can do that, for me and for her, then you have my respect and I guess..approval to be her friend or boyfriend...or whatever."

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Cod, you are so hot..

/kisses her neck again, biting lightly/

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/chuckles and gazes down at her, rubbing slow circles/

/returns to kissing her again, groaning softly/

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/smirks at her reaction/

That's a good question. /slips his hand under the fabric of her panties and kisses her again/

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/smirks to himself, letting his hand trail farther up her thigh/

You okay?

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/chuckles/ You didn't even give me a second to make another move. You're too eager, babe.

/leans back down to kiss her again, letting his lips trail over her jaw and neck and his hand move up her thigh/