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#OOC #IMPORTANT #last call too

THE THING IS DONE SO PLEASE MESSAGE ME-- okay what means done. but it's ready to go for now.

#OOC #IMPORTANT #setting it up hah

NOTIFICATION

This blog will be deleted in a day. I will start anew– so ask me for the new URL if you want!

NOTIFICATION

This blog will be deleted in a day. I will start anew-- so ask me for the new URL if you want!

#OOC #IMPORTANT #may reblog this a few times

#munday #!!!#cut my hair again hah #and dun feel like rping here #whoops

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“I had shopping planned, but that can be done in the evening of tomorrow, so I am for the most part, free, yes,” Well, at least Mathias seemed happy enough about any of this, so that was good enough for him to push back that particular chore. And if he got drunk today, he could stay sober tomorrow. “Why do you ask?”

Shopping isn’t something too important, he thinks as the alcohol began corrupting his mind steadily. “Good. Thought ‘bout spendin’ the day with ya– bein’ cosy, ya know?” Another chuckle. honest this time. “Love stayin’ at ya house.” If only because it makes him feel wanted.

“You can do that,” Considering he wasn’t protesting in words, expression nor tone, he hoped Mathias would take that as his agreement and leave it at that. “Do you? I suppose it is a nice place, though I was considering moving to stay in a little bit further North than this. Would you still visit, then?”

Further north? Even more isolated. But that’s what he’s here for, isn’t he? “Ja... of course. As long as ya’r in there I come og annoy the shit outta ya!” As the Norwegian wishes, he took it as an invitation. “Imma make ya breakfast!” For it looks like Kristians hasn’t eaten for some time. Again.

“I had shopping planned, but that can be done in the evening of tomorrow, so I am for the most part, free, yes,” Well, at least Mathias seemed happy enough about any of this, so that was good enough for him to push back that particular chore. And if he got drunk today, he could stay sober tomorrow. “Why do you ask?”

Shopping isn’t something too important, he thinks as the alcohol began corrupting his mind steadily. “Good. Thought ‘bout spendin’ the day with ya-- bein’ cosy, ya know?” Another chuckle. honest this time. “Love stayin’ at ya house.” If only because it makes him feel wanted.

“..Aah,” He had, yes, but not because of expecting company. He’d just wanted to feel clean. Of course, he’ll probably stink of alcohol after tonight and have to shower again the day after, but that was acceptable, since as he lived alone, except for a puffin that would be coming to live with him soon, he could shower when he wished to. “Do you want to borrow my shower in the morning? I probably have some clothes of yours around here, somewhere.”

A fairly enthusiastic nod, being offered a quick shower always meant he was welcome enough to sleep inside. Funnily enough. He’s satisfied with it. “Probably yes--” Considering how often he slept there, he woudln’t be too surprised. “Is there anything’ ya have to do tomorrow or are ya free?”

Rising, he hums in acknowledgement and fills their glasses before, much more silently, moving over and sitting down beside him. But before he goes for his own glass, he reaches out and pats Mathias’ shoulder lightly, deciding that’s a good enough of a reply for now.

The twitch of his lips should be answer enough, still, the Dane murmurs a quiet. “Tak.” As the other man pats his shoulder lightly and pours him his class. Comfortable. “To fools?” He suddenly asks, rising his class for a toast, smile wider as he casts it towards Kristian.

“To fools who never seem to learn,” Lifting his one glass in a cheers, he corrects what it is for - because he knows it is them that he means and he knows that it is not a lie. But he also knows that isn’t all they are. “But also to fools who never give up.”

He could have blushed in juvenile embarrassment, if he were anywhere close the age to be. A few hundred years less and he would. Though now, he simply smiled with uncertainty. “To those.” Excuse him for kissing the Norwegians temple, almost an reflex to the compliment.

There’s a hint of a smile at the touch of those lips to his skin, and he contently nods, then, “Mm,” before drinking from his glass. For a moment he hopes he gets drunk quickly, but he pushes that idea away, knowing how that would end all too well.

For a sole moment Mathias wonders if he would be allowed to sleep in the Norwegians homely house, without needing to ask. Asking has always been proving to be awkward. “Did ya shower earlier?” He asks instead, burying his nose into his hair. Not drunk. Then another sip-

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Monsieur Danemark

“More visitors, huh…? What do you need?”

#IC #lacroixsuisse #you're back from hiatus? :'D

“Isn’t it polite to greet ya guests? Hha. Anyway-- I came for cheese. Heard ya had good ones so here I am for testing!”

Rising, he hums in acknowledgement and fills their glasses before, much more silently, moving over and sitting down beside him. But before he goes for his own glass, he reaches out and pats Mathias’ shoulder lightly, deciding that’s a good enough of a reply for now.

The twitch of his lips should be answer enough, still, the Dane murmurs a quiet. “Tak.” As the other man pats his shoulder lightly and pours him his class. Comfortable. “To fools?” He suddenly asks, rising his class for a toast, smile wider as he casts it towards Kristian.

“To fools who never seem to learn,” Lifting his one glass in a cheers, he corrects what it is for - because he knows it is them that he means and he knows that it is not a lie. But he also knows that isn’t all they are. “But also to fools who never give up.”

He could have blushed in juvenile embarrassment, if he were anywhere close the age to be. A few hundred years less and he would. Though now, he simply smiled with uncertainty. “To those.” Excuse him for kissing the Norwegians temple, almost an reflex to the compliment.

Rising, he hums in acknowledgement and fills their glasses before, much more silently, moving over and sitting down beside him. But before he goes for his own glass, he reaches out and pats Mathias’ shoulder lightly, deciding that’s a good enough of a reply for now.

The twitch of his lips should be answer enough, still, the Dane murmurs a quiet. “Tak.” As the other man pats his shoulder lightly and pours him his class. Comfortable. “To fools?” He suddenly asks, rising his class for a toast, smile wider as he casts it towards Kristian.

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“Why would i touch it? It hurts me to even think about touching it.” He sighs softly and looks over at him. “I’ll be ok.. Don’t worry to much, ok?”

#IC #spekkopar #Mountain Sound AU

Another laugh, from tight lips. “Don’t worry hah! Who’s bleedin’ on my back seat, huh?” Again, humour misplaced. his way of coping. “Okay. Just don’t. Also no movement. When we arrive I’ll run inside.” Only five minutes more.

“..You give in too easily, sometimes, you really shouldn’t,” Commenting on his backtracking in a rather light tone, he doesn’t offer up the bitter amusement he feels, knowing he wouldn’t have been able to do the same. “Ah, do you need me to?”

Not need, not exactly. “Learnt that. Stubbornness ripped me off of too many things.” Almost a joke, if the painful past wouldn’t be true at all. “Ya don’t want to?” Certain hate plays a part, against himself. He hated to need Kristian. And he would hate himself if he wouldn’t. No matter, he takes another sip. “Could ya pour me some vodka?”

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Gunnar stays quiet shaking and close to falling asleep in the confortable car seat. He relaxes back and sneezes beforw adjusting the seat warmer. The icelander looks at the dane for a monent and sighs. “Can i take a quick nap before we get to the hospital? I’ll wake up…”

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“Nah, darlin’. Stay awake, blood loss’ makin’ ya tired.” He replies, the foot on the pedal getting more heavy. Faster. “Tell me what ya wanted out there?” Maybe he could understand why he needed to fly over this quickly.

“I went for a walk.” He yawns and sighs. “I got lost and fell in. I broke my leg and cut it pretty badly. It’s numb now, at times. The cold but when i move it the pain just grows.” “Fuck…”

#IC #spekkopar #Mountain Sound AU

For a walk.He could laugh, if the situation would be anything near humorous. “Don’t move, best even don’t touch, Bleedin’ has stopped for the most part, so if ya let it be it will be fine.” Clinical speech. “Please...” Not any more. He’s more than worried.

“You, I, it’s always happening,” Shrugging, he sets the glasses on the table, dropping down on a chair to keep some space between them. “Ah, perhaps I will let him hear me say so if only because of the amusement factor. I should probably also consider insulting his tea and fashion sense, now that I think about it.”

A turn of his bottle, slowly within his hand, while a half smile is plastered on his face. “So ya don’t want it happenin’? What of it? The part in one of us vanishes or the part in which we love each other?” Cruel things said are cruel things felt, that much is always true when it comes to Mathias. Who is not feeling very funny.

Turning his gaze away from his.. Whatever he was, Kristian considered being kind for once, but then let that thought vanish from his mind, “Either, both, whichever. Choose one. Probably won’t be wrong.” Clearly changing the topic had not been allowed.

A devils tongue indeed. “Undskyld. Let’s just drink, okay?” Quickly, he back pedals to still have some... common ground. “Would ya sit beside me though?” Maybe a bit too much to ask, uncertain as he is. He doesn’t want to fight, but he also doesn’t want to left a word unsaid. Too often it happened already.