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@littlebear-orson
Rain.
Oh, how it was one of the many things that Orson loved in terms of weather --- well, he liked weather of all kinds. It was just that rain was probably one of the most soothing types out of them all. For the sound of the gentle pitter patter on top of the roof that goes in a steady, easy rhythm and clean, crisp smells that it stirs up in the air especially among the heavily dense wooded landscape of Mythos, it certainly makes the young man want to spend his day inside. All covered in a nice sweater on the couch with a fleece blanket while snuggled with his pet cat, maybe with a nice mug of hot cocoa or honey lemon tea with some fresh baked cookies while watching and listening to the world outside -- to be honest, the very desire is making him miss his home back in Washington. It’s almost making him homesick a little for it was bringing back memories of a long ago when he, as a little boy, would do that with his parents. That only makes him want to do it even more as he stepped outside from the grocery store with a small bag in his hand.
A upward motion of looking up at the sky, he couldn’t help but to gaze at the dim, gloomy looking colored clouds up so high that let go their droplets of water to the world down below. Wondering and remembering those times years and years ago, he only does this for a moment though. For the young olive-skinned man does have to make his way back home. So with that, his free hand opens up his small umbrella and puts it over his head. Since there was no way he was going to get himself wet despite of the love for the weather and there was no way that he was going to catch a cold ( -- Mama wouldn’t liked that at all) , protection from the rain was needed.
However seeing how the person right next to him didn’t seem to have one. Orson’s instinct is to only share the umbrella. There was enough room for two, anyways. So a small step towards the side of the other and a notion of his hand to be placed between them both, the gesture should be more than enough to show his intentions without the need of saying it too much.
Since words can only come out mousy and timid and very little from this quiet soul.
“Um, h-here..”
Luke Pasqualino - By Pip for Matches Fashion
favorite male character: Freddie McClair (Skins) {17/18}
“So what do you do when you can’t tell anyone shit, ‘cause it might really fuck things up? And you don’t know what to do, or what is happening … you just know that something really, really fucking bad is going down.”
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"Life itself is a wonderful fairytale...." Once Upon a December 》Task 010.
Once upon a time ago…
That’s how it always goes, right? Well nevertheless, this is how this one will go. Every person has a beginning. Every person has a past. Every person has a story to them that needs to be told. So with that, that’s why we’re here. This story will unfold deep within the forest. For in the middle of the forest was a quaint little cottage where there lived a family. This one was the typical cookie cutter set that one could imagine, a father who did whatever he could to provide for his family, a mother who took care of everything within the household and wellbeing of the family, and a son who lived his days carefree and joyfully as the sun would rise and then set every day. It was just that this group was not your ordinary family --- oh, they were far from it since they were bears.
Yes. Big, furry, black bears.
REPLIES & STARTERS;
Luz 》In Drafts.
Scarlett 》In Drafts.
Starter 》 N/A - make one after done with the task.
ASKS & OTHER;
Writing Task - Once Upon a December [ In progress - Done. ]
Asks 》 Like a bunch of asks, sitting in my inbox and collecting dust. [whomp. :U]
wrath
Wrath - Something that makes my muse angry.
Again, I wouldn’t necessarily say angry. It really doesn’t exist in his dictionary – but another possible way to get him feeling some form of this emotion is mess up the arrangement of his apartment or take something from it without him knowing. Since the whole entire ordeal before was a break-in and it brought him feeling paranoia and all onset of other things such the broken feeling of home not being some place safe anymore, you’re going to get him freaking out and feeling upset that something doesn’t necessarily feel right about his home or that something’s missing and he can’t figure out why --- and then it could possibly go downhill to something worse from there.
Gluttony
Gluttony - Something my muse considers their favorite food.
Porridge, hands down. For it’s simply because it's comfort food that holds much heart to him. Since his Mama would making extremely well with much love, it's all memories in each spoonful. Whenever he would get sick, whenever it was all cold day outside, whenever he ate it for breakfast before leaving for school, or whatever -- it reminds him of home and love in a bowl. Those things are somethings he can and will never let go.
Wrath
Wrath - Something that makes my muse angry.
I wouldn't necessarily say angry. It really doesn't exist in his dictionary -- but if you want to get Orson upset at you even if it ends being internally, just do something negative to his friends and especially his family. Because since his values are so tightly centered around it, he doesn't like it at all if you do harm to them in anyway. So if you do something that’s absolutely intolerable, you'll get that particular emotion from him.
“Sure! Aurelie’s great- I guess you know that though. And better having snow down your back than mine. Wait, no, that’s a lot ruder than I meant. That was a joke.”
“Oh. O-oh. No. I--erm, didn’t really but I guess if you say so, then I wouldn’t mind. I didn’t expect that somebody would just ‘borrow’ their sibling and ---”
A sudden pause caused by the string of words heard, Orson couldn’t help but to look somewhat surprised. A wide-eyed mousy look was the only thing that seemed to be his expression for a good long moment until he finally blinked and shook his head. From there, he resumed on talking.
“Um, no -- no. It’s fine. It wasn’t like you were trying to--uh, malicious with it.”
“Dear Orson, Merry Christmas, cariño! I hope you have a beautiful day and that you get all the presents you wished for. Lots of love from Santa Claus a.k.a Luz! :) xxx”
Seeing a nice wrapped gift before him, Orson couldn’t help but to smile after reading the card. A present from Luz -- how could he not? She was a person he valued greatly here. So to receive a Christmas surprise from her, this meant so much to him that he's at least receiving one . Given that, he soon opened it with a sense of eagerness across his features. Mousey but eager nevertheless, hands only then took out an assortment of sweet goodies and a darling little teddy bear out of its place. With the discovery of his gift, the boy happily grabbed and took a bite into a gingerbread cookie. Now as the bear rested comfortably in his other hand while he ate his baked good, words were soon spoken in much warm content to himself.
"Thanks, Luz..."
Goldilocks Meets the Three Bears by Alicechan©.
Midnight Sun || Open
Marcus cocked his head a little to the side while he listened to Orson, and when it was close enough for him to respond he quickly added, "You try your best to be neutral?”
"I could never stay so neutral,” He added quickly. “How do you cope?”
Erp, that didn’t necessarily sounded right -- or at least, it wasn’t weird, was it? Because the way Marcus is looking right back him, it gave Orson a sense of doubt that he didn’t say that right. Yet nevertheless, it was too late anyways. He had to answer the question to it now, not let that particular emotion bother too much here.
“U-um, I meant like I don’t really see myself as an early bird or a night owl. I’m fine with waking up early and staying later than my usual sleeping time if it’s necessary. So, I guess that’s--erm, how. This however? --- It has me freaking out though, n-not as much as before but it’s somewhat an unsettling feeling...”
Party Time | Luz & Orson
Luz had been at the Jubilee celebration for about an hour. She had spent the majority of her time mingling in between the crowds of people, and boy did she love to mingle. She decided to take a breather from the intense socialising, and scampered away to one of the tables that sat around the edge of the room. Collapsing into a chair, she sighed happily, before pulling a mirror out of her purse to inspect her appearance.
She scrutinised her face, her lipstick, her eye-liner and her hair, ensuring that she was all still in place looking as perfect as she would like. It would have to do.
As she placed her mirror back into her purse, Luz spotted a familiar face across the room - her favourite ball of shyness, Orson. Throwing a smile in his direction, she got to her feet and weaved past the tables around her. “Orson!” She shouted with a smile. “Hello sweetie!”
Why? It was all that was going through Orson’s head as he sat at a table in the corner. Why did he thought this was a good idea? Why did he decide to go again despite the fact that it was going be crowded like nothing else? Because if there was one thing he knew for sure about himself is that being in an area where there’s a bunch of people made me feel unsteady and on edge. It was obvious across his features. A mousy expression showing all the way while all decked out with a suit with golden shimmer tie, he wasn’t really sure what to do here after being here like what? Thirty minutes?
But if it was anything, he was fulfilling the promise he made to Mama when he told him that there was an event going on. A nice, fancy one for the holidays,the Jubilee Celebration -- of course, any mother would love their child to attend such festivities. So, at least he was here. It was just that he should probably have something happen or meet somebody so that way he would have something to tell Mama and Papa about. It was that seeing the amount of people dancing, laughing, talking, and all was very intimidating that Orson was afraid to make the move, to be honest.
Luckily however, he didn’t need to do so. For he suddenly heard his name in the sound of a familiar voice and he turned around out of reflex, only to be looking at Luz. Seeing that he was being greeted by a friend, it eased his nervousness better that he soon said hello right away without a problem.
“O-oh, hi.”
Midnight Sun || Open
“Not a bad thing,” Marcus responded, “and she works at the bakery - when she gets off work, everyone’s barely awake, so it’s hard for her to get coffee, I’d imagine,”
“He ran his fingers through his hair and shrugged jerkily, “I guess I thought of that because I ran into her recently,”
“Are you a night owl, too?”
With attentive ears listening Marcus explain, Orson now knew better of the situation that was going on with Briar. So all in positive understanding, he soon talked back once more. "Oh -- oh, okay. Well, if that's the case -- um, it would certainly help her get needed coffee."
“ And that’s a good thing, right? It just -- well, shows you think about your customers really well -- erm, and o-oh. I guess I'm more on the neutral end of that s-spectrum but I respect both sides n-nevertheless. ”
“Well I love winter, it’s a lot of fun and super pretty- you know, when it’s more snowy and less slippery. And I guess it’s just one of those sisterly jokes, she’s really tricky. It’s chilly, but hey, if you ever want to experience sibling life you could borrow her for a snowball fight.”
“Hmm. I -- erm, know what you mean. It's better when it’s more snow for sure. B-better to look at, better to play with --- and oh. I see -- w-wait. Were you serious with that offer...?”