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Now’s a good time for a swim, I think. Anyone care to join me?
White underwear is a good look for you.
...Hi.
You think me admitting I’m an asshole will help?
Is everyone… still mad?
Similarities don’t stem from simply being brothers, Clarington. You can be related to someone and still be two totally different people.
And whose fault is it that you feel exposed right now? I’ll give you a hint: the answer is in a mirror. You can keep them for the foreseeable future. I’ve got more important people to focus my attention on right now. It also in the top ten because it’s a rare opportunity. Only select individuals can say they’ve had the chance to… cuddle with a Smythe.
I’m aware. I was just teasing.
...And I’m biting my tongue but you have a point. Good to know I can keep them. Since I need them for-..you know, life. Lucky me then.
Would you look at that? He and I are more alike than I even thought.
Everyone’s been off the grid lately. I think you feeling the need to ‘just say’ that says more than his absence does right now. It almost makes you look guilty of something. Don’t start freaking out or something. I’m not about to go into protective mode an rip your apart. Believe what you want to believe, Clarington. I haven’t let anyone’s opinion define before and I’m not about to let that change now. Our blanket cocoon is one of the best decisions we’ve had to date– at least in my opinion.
It’s almost like you’re brothers.
Well, forgive me for feeling-..I don’t know- exposed right now. Good to know i can keep my arms, for the moment, at least. I’d have to agree with that whole best decisions you had. Then again, anything cuddling with a Smythe tends to be in the top ten choices ever.
I can’t speak for Bas but my life motto is: the only opinion of me that holds any value is my own.
I’m aware of your history. I haven’t brought of any of that because I didn’t think it was valid for our current conversation. Imply what you want. I’ll direct you back to my previous comments about not caring what people think of me.
Actually that sounds a lot like him as well- shockingly enough.
Just saying-..I can see how people might think the fact he’s off the grid recently might mean something. Just don’t want you to have to kick in your protective brotherly instincts. Riiiiiiiiight. Sure Smythe. I’m glad you have each other though- If only because that blanket cocoon thing sounds super inviting.
No, Hunter. You don’t get to decide what he could have done, or that he should have walked away. He wanted to be heard and he had a right to be heard, especially when you were refusing to listen to him. Sure, he said some bad things too, but you were the instigator. You started this with the guilt trips comment and therefore, I don’t have room to feel sorry for you in this situation. And I want to be sorry about that, because I care about you, but I can’t be sorry about it either.
There is a right way and a wrong way to go about defending yourself. You were not defending anything when you brought up the guilt trips, that was your first comment. Your first comment obviously hurt him, you don’t get to decide how someone responds when you hurt them. If you hadn’t called his feelings guilt trips, none of that would have been brought up.
And you’re clearly not done, because you’re still talking.
If you’re going to continue talking, I suggest you use that effort to ask questions about what you did wrong so that you can learn from this.
I don’t like the fact that you fit the definition of an abuser right now. I really don’t. You’re better than that. You’re not so childish that you can’t face your own mistakes or listen to reason, and yet here you are. You blatantly ignored every reason Jude had for righteous anger and tried to make it sound like he had no reason to be hurt, when he damned well did. You started this. There are better ways to vent your frustrations. You never once defended yourself. You continued to disrespect him with every reply. You were acting like a child, honestly. You even tried to walk away when it was clear you wouldn’t get your way- instead of sitting down and trying to sort things out maturely, you insulted and now you’re running.
We can talk about what he did wrong and how he hurt you, but not if you won’t admit your own fault.
I love you Levi. I do, really but I’m both more than a little drunk to actually talk about this or feel anything other than annoyance for being labelled an abuser for trying to get out of a conversation I never wanted to have in the first place.
ICE & SMOKE || BLUNTER
“Oh really? That i just- Wow. Long family history, I guess. I don’t know much past what my grandmother has told me, and even then, they are tales of the Philippines and growing up there. But to know your family made history… That’s cool!” Blaine said, watching as Hunter repaired his own glass. He was a little jittery to try it. “Good thing you aren’t by yourself. No more sadness!” Blaine said, smiling wide. He them smirked as Hunter asked about the blunts rolled in the bag. In all honesty, no idea. But I have smoked a few and they are just fine. They were outside my door one day when I was really upset. Saved me from a night of crying.” he said, reaching in the bag and pulling out out. “So… you want to try?”
“That’s what you get when you’re a legacy, B. A whole bunch of done up oil paintings of some grim looking guys expecting you to go into politics.” He said easily, shrugging. Nate had frankly hated the expectations his family had, so it was’nt too hard to take them on himself. ‘Thank god. No more sadness.” Hunter added with a little amused smirk playing on his lips, even if it was’nt as bright as his usual ones. “Outside your door when you were crying? Huh. Guess the gods around here are merciful after all.” He hummed as he reached over to pluck out the rolled up blunt from the others hand. ‘And your acting like I’ve never done pot before. I was in the military, remember? I’ve done this before.” He mused as he held it out for Blaine’s lighter.
Right. You can’t really shame someone that doesn’t care what people think about him.
Yup.
I don’t recall ever saying there was a situation to begin. I simply said my brother had an open invitation to stay here, because he does. My door is always open to him and he knows that. I do know how to take care of him, surprisingly enough. I might not have done a good job when I first got here, but that wasn’t because I didn’t know how.
I feel like that’s the Smythe motto. I don’t really believe it with Sebastian, let alone you but sure. Let’s go with that.
Just saying-..You know. You’re his brother and I have a pretty crappy history. So...just making sure you know what’s on the up and up. I’m sure you’re doing a great job. Never meant to imply otherwise.
I also never accused you of having any control over him– at least in a way outside of what you two do of your own freewill. All I did was make a comment and state a fact. …I’ve also accepted the consequences for the mistakes that I’ve made, Hunter. Such as dropping off the face of the earth and keeping him at a distance. I know doing that sort of thing hurt him, but we’ve worked that out. I’d like to think him coming to me, when he wanted to go somewhere, is a sign that I’ve done something right where he’s concerned lately.
I’ll tell him to take a look at his phone.
That might be true, but it doesn’t change the fact he’s got an open invitation to stay as long as he wants. I’ll pass your message along to him.
I was’nt trying to-.. shame you about your lack of contact in the early days of being here Christen. I was just explaining my logic. The two of you spending time together is for the best. And anything I can do to encourage or help that happen, I will. I adore both of you. So...it’s good. And you’ve done a lot right if he’s curled up against you. That sort of tends to be a big clue.
Good. Thank you.
Just so you know, this is’nt -..a I’m sleeping on the couch because I fucked up- situation. We’re fine. Just make sure he’s happy and eating. Yeah?
ICE & SMOKE || BLUNTER
Blaine nodded at Hunter explained the rules of drinking properly. His cheeks brightened in color, hoping he didn’t seem to embarrassed to not know a lot on that subject. “Was he a brewer? Or maybe was an investor in a company or to? Or maybe he just likes good scotch, I don’t exactly know,” Blaine said with a soft giggle. “Never ha that, either. I never had the motivation to drink till… Well now, so consider yourself lucky, Mr Clarington,” Blaine teased. His eyebrows went up and down a moment, before he dropped the paper bag on the counter. “Go ahead, look inside, and if the answer is yes, I have a cute lighter,” he said, pulling that out as well; it was shaped like a bow tie, and he waved it in the air like a flag.
“My father was a congressman actually. Sort of a whole family legacy of political figures. Pretty sure we have some great, great something that fought against slavery.’ He said with a little shrug as he took another little sip of his drink before lowering it and plucking up the bottle to pour Blaine a glass before reaching into the ice bucket to drop a few cubes into the glass. “Well, now you do because I’m drinking and it’s amazingly sad to drink by yourself.’ He added with a little smile as be slid the glass over to the other boy. The bag on the table counter peaked his interest and he pulled it towards him before peering inside. “Where, exactly, did you get those?”
It better not be. As far as I knew Sebastian was the one who decided where he spent time, not you. We’ve been pretty content in our own little world, and it’s not as though you couldn’t have messaged him– or me if you were that concerned. Then again, you did just say you thought he’d gone to spend time with your brother over his own, so I guess I’m not entirely surprised you didn’t come to me in regards to his whereabouts.
Because it’d make you a selfish asshole if you didn’t stop to consider checking in with your boyfriend when he falls off the face of the earth with no word?
Don’t run your mouth anymore than you already have and I won’t have to leave– which wouldn’t be for your sake as much as everyone else’s. You’ll see him when he decides he wants to leave and come back. I won’t be pushing him out the door anytime soon or telling him that he has to leave before he decides to.
I never claimed to have any control over what he does and does’nt do? No idea where that rumor came from. And it’s just that, you drop off the face of the earth sometimes Christien. It’s something Sebastian struggled with for a while. So my brother was only a few notches above you in terms of likely hood candidates for where he was.
And I might be that but I’m also very in love with Sebastian. Relax. I messaged him. I just didn't get a ping back.
Please. Sebastian does’nt let anyone rush him out the door till he’s ready. Just tell him I miss him and that’s it. Yeah?
I almost hate to add another voice to the din, but I feel the need. The events were as follows, from what I can tell.
Hunter poured a drink. Jude teased about the lack of words. Hunter called Jude’s feelings guilt trips. Jude tried to prove that his feelings had merit by retelling some of the reasons that his feelings were valid. Instead of defending himself, which you’re implying Hunter was doing, he chose to belittle Jude further by calling his struggles a story. When you defend yourself, you say “I didn’t do that.” When you abuse someone, you attack their character– i.e. calling his feelings guilt trips and calling his struggles a story. Neither of those things were defenses. Those were offensive attacks. He didn’t even acknowledge anything that was said about what he was doing wrong, and if even one of the things listed is true… well..
I think what happened here was, unfortunately, a case of someone being in a bad mood and taking it out on someone else by trying to belittle things they find important. Jude’s feelings are obviously important to him, and it is never right to call someone’s feelings a guilt trip. It’s also never right to call someone’s struggles a story.
Case in point, one that might be up your alley too, there was a stripper that went to a party for the Duke University lacrosse team. She accused them of rape, racism, and abuse afterwards. People called her experience “a story” so many times that she dropped it.
Should she have dropped her story because the lacrosse players “were having a bad night?”
Hunter did wrong, and so did you, actually. You stepped in the middle of something you clearly didn’t have any information on and further oppressed someone that was already having a difficult time because they were being abusively oppressed elsewhere. He told you he was being abused and instead of first asking him how, you told him he had no right and had done wrong for standing up for himself.
So what gave you the right? If Jude had no right to tell Hunter he didn’t feel like he was being treated fairly, then what gave you the right to tell Jude that you didn’t think he was treating Hunter fairly?
I’m hoping this is something I never have to speak about again, because abuse is incredibly terrible and should be taken seriously. If someone says they’re being abused, I don’t care if you’re the person that’s being accused of being abusive, the whole world stops and you ask why? Why are you saying that you’ve been abused? Because no question or words are more important in that moment.
No to make a too finer point on this because hey, I don’t want more drama when I’m already drunk but the stories comment was because he called me obssessed and possessive of his boyfriend. I don’t like being painted like some sort of villain in a trashy 16th century bodice ripper. And I tried to do the responsible thing of shutting down that conversation more than once. Every interaction with Jude has lead to that same place. I didn't really want a lecture today which was my first point.
But hey, I disengaged and he kept coming back me with claims of abuse. He could have cooled off and simply left it. He added more power to my words than was intended.
But hey, I’m done. So...You know. Yeah. Fine.
ICE & SMOKE || BLUNTER
Blaine stepped carefully inside, watching another glass get poured. Blaine wondered how my were poured before he had arrived. He licked his lips, coming and sitting next to him, smiling softly at Hunter. “Never tried. Is it one you drink slowly or down quickly, like a shot?” he asked, wanting to make a conversation that was casual before going deeper into the issue at hand. “What is your favorite drink?” he asked. It did make sense is to ask questions with someone he had such a close connection with, it was a way to show he cared. “I brought something of mine, if you are interested. Something to make you feel better,” Blaine hinted, his smile a little brighter.
Hunter just glanced over at Blaine for a moment with a little roll of his shoulder. “Ideally? Drink slowly, flavor the taste as my father use to say. He had this thing about making you sure you knew just how expensive the bottle was. And the right temperate it had be served at. It was a whole thing.” Hunter mused with a little wave of his hand as he reached for another glass for Blaine, reaching over the bar easily enough. “My favorite drink? There’s some decent cocktails that are actually pretty nice. But it’s hard to really say. Maybe a mint tulip. Even if it is straight up bourbon pretty much.” He added after a moment. There’s a little interested tilt of the older boys head at the others words. “...Like what, exactly?” He knew that bright smile on Blaine’s lips. He’d seen that look before.
He’s wanted to spend time with me. Is that a problem, Clarington?
Have you attempted to contact him yourself since you realized he wasn’t coming back to your room? Pretty sure communication is a two-way street. If you were that concerned then you should have messaged him yourself and asked what was going on. The fact I have to tell you that is disappointing, because it should be something you think of doing on your own.
As for telling you, I was lurking and saw you make the remark. I simply responded and told you because I’d hate to have to leave the cocoon Sebastian and I made, later, because you said something else that you shouldn’t have.
Why would that be an problem? I know how much he wants to spend more time with you. I’’m not surprised here’s there. Just that I didn't get a message about it till now. Honestly I thought he might have gone exploring with Nate.
And I sent him a message because-..well, duh.
Hey, Don’t leave the comfort of that cocoon for my sake. Just stay entangled and I’ll see him later. I know he wants time with you. So...take as long as you want.
ICE & SMOKE || BLUNTER
Blaine thought about this a moment. Hunter seemed annoyed, and if the dash showed anything, it was partially Jude causing it. Blaine was confused why Jude was so angry, but he did notice Hunter’s normal fire seemingly gone. Blaine had that feeling before and one thing always helped. Blaine smiled and reached under his mattress, retrieving a bag and dashing toward the bar. He stepped in the doorway, spotting Hunter, and knocking on the open door. “Hey there,” Blaine stated, his smile light and airy, hoping to fix the mood. “What are you drinking?” Blaine asked.
Hunter was more than a little frustrated with certain things and the drama with Jude was only adding to the whole situation. He’d tried to back out of that conversation more than once yet some he’d gotten sucked in. There’s a little glance up at the knock to bar door and Blaine appeared at it. There’s a little tilt of his head in greeting as he finished pouring himself yet another glass of scotch. “Well hello there..” He said back, his own smile not quite meeting his eyes as he fixed the cap back over the bottle of scotch before putting back on the bar. “Scotch, actually. It’s nice. Got this woody aftertaste.” The ice ratted in the glass as he picked it up, swirling it as he dropped his elbows against the bar.
No idea where your brother is, not that I put much of an effort into keeping tabs on your doppelganger, but my brother is here with me.
Oh.
He didn't leave a note or anything but that’s good to know. Er. Thanks for telling me.