far too young to be this far gone

Tell me again, about the man who dug holes so deep he lost sight of his word. [FC when applicable: Thomas Dekker]

[misotheic-mercenary]

[misotheic-mercenary]

[Snorts. Playing with his ridiculously curly hair.]

He is not even actually my father. This family shit is fucking me up. [Trails down to gently caress the bruise budding on Gregorys cheek.]

[gregory-of-yardale]

Dreadfully sorry dear, Fathers are horrid whether they’re real or not….

[misotheic-mercenary]

[Stares up at the sky, wondering if taupe was even in the forecast for tonight. Wasn’t it turquoise? Oh well.]

He is not a bad father figure. Especially not in comparison to Antoinette, it is just he around less and less and you know I can not handle that.

[Thumbs Gregorys cheek and chuckles.] Tell her you ran into a door and we will start the abusive couple run early.

[gregory-of-yardale]

[He can really only give a sympathetic smile as he pats Christophes knee.] I know it means hardly anything but I’m always around. Abusive couple? Oh god, Im getting myself into something bad. [Wrinkles his nose with a smile.] Not that I mind, I will tell her I ran into a door, no doubt she’ll believe me.

[misotheic-mercenary]

You are sort of a clutz. [He shoots back immediately. Craning his head to look down at the boy in his lap. It does mean something -- a lot actually. Not that he's going to openly admit to it just yet.]

[misotheic-mercenary]

[misotheic-mercenary]

[Snorts. Playing with his ridiculously curly hair.]

He is not even actually my father. This family shit is fucking me up. [Trails down to gently caress the bruise budding on Gregorys cheek.]

[gregory-of-yardale]

Dreadfully sorry dear, Fathers are horrid whether they’re real or not....

[misotheic-mercenary]

[Stares up at the sky, wondering if taupe was even in the forecast for tonight. Wasn't it turquoise? Oh well.]

He is not a bad father figure. Especially not in comparison to Antoinette, it is just he around less and less and you know I can not handle that.

[Thumbs Gregorys cheek and chuckles.] Tell her you ran into a door and we will start the abusive couple run early.

[misotheic-mercenary]

[misotheic-mercenary]

I didn’t think I hit that terribly hard, but I guess I am not exactly a child on a playground anymore. [Reaches down to thread his fingers through Gregorys hair.]

I am fine. I guess we both have adequate daddy issues.

[gregory-of-yardale]

[Hums, giving Christophe a sympathetic look, and...

[misotheic-mercenary]

[Snorts. Playing with his ridiculously curly hair.]

He is not even actually my father. This family shit is fucking me up. [Trails down to gently caress the bruise budding on Gregorys cheek.]

[misotheic-mercenary]

If you are emotionally closed off. Remain emotionally closed off or you will end up punching out your sort of boyfriend and having a mental breakdown in the park at odd hours of the night because you can’t handle your own...

[misotheic-mercenary]

I didn't think I hit that terribly hard, but I guess I am not exactly a child on a playground anymore. [Reaches down to thread his fingers through Gregorys hair.]

I am fine. I guess we both have adequate daddy issues.

[misotheic-mercenary]

If you are emotionally closed off. Remain emotionally closed off or you will end up punching out your sort of boyfriend and having a mental breakdown in the park at odd hours of the night because you can’t handle your own fucking emotions

[gregory-of-yardale]

I do believe I passed out for a odd number of minutes but now I’m just concerned about you.

[misotheic-mercenary]

[Has taken to just laying in the grass with Gregorys head in his lap.]

Yeah that was my bad.

[misotheic-mercenary]

If you are emotionally closed off. Remain emotionally closed off or you will end up punching out your sort of boyfriend and having a mental breakdown in the park at odd hours of the night because you can't handle your own fucking emotions

[gregory-of-yardale]

It sounded very sincere, but I knew you were joking, It’s alright.

[misotheic-mercenary]

I'm glad that we've reached such a level you can read my sarcasm even through text

[misotheic-mercenary]

That was supposed to be sarcastic but doesnt really sound like it without any swears.

[die-for-art-deactivated20150104]

[misotheic-mercenary]

If you're being a cunt don't be surprised when someone calls you a cunt you stupid fucking cunt.

[icebats]

im so fucking

[misotheic-mercenary]

That's a shit excuse and you know it.  You can 'x' and 'block' on the internet, buck up you little shit.

[gregory-of-yardale]

[Snorts and leans back, shrugging a bit.] 

Probably something stupid, considering you make me stupid in the worst ways. [Did that make sense? He hopes that made sense. He decides he is accomplishing nothing by sitting in Christophes lap, and slides off, just sitting next to him instead.] Im restless.

[misotheic-mercenary]

You are stupid all on your own princess.  [May or may not be a tad upset by the loss of warmth but takes the chance to get up.] Then let's just fucking walk around, we can dick around Grove park or something.

[misotheic-mercenary]

Stop romanticizing suicide or I am going to start romanticizing your brutal murder.

[misotheic-mercenary]

[misotheic-mercenary]

[Oh. My god. This is worse than before. The gentle humming tickles his lips, it’s hilariously stupid, but this time he does let his fingers get a bit lost in those ridiculous curls and pulls back almost hesitantly.] You’re disgusting.

[gregory-of-yardale]

So are…

[gregory-of-yardale]

Yes, entirely necessary. [Laughs lightly, shifting around so hes comfortable. He rests one of his hands on Christophes shoulder, also finding it hard to look the other in the eyes. What the fu ck is he doing ]

[misotheic-mercenary]

I think it is not at all.

[Honestly he could very easily shove the other off and leave him to sit on the couch. Separate and in an entirely less queer state. Yet he hasn’t. Which is gay. This entire situation is gay.]

So did you have a plan or are you just being a faggot.

[gregory-of-yardale]

I think I might of had an inkling of a plan when I made the move, but I.lost it. [Pats Christophes shoulder, and decides to lean in to kiss his cheek. Hes seeing how much Christophe will take before shoving him off.]

[misotheic-mercenary]

[Grumbles and shifts underneath his friend. Ugh. What a little shit. Leans in the opposite direction of the little kiss and snaps his teeth at Gregory]

I can't fucking imagine what the plan coule have been

[misotheic-mercenary]

[misotheic-mercenary]

[Oh. My god. This is worse than before. The gentle humming tickles his lips, it’s hilariously stupid, but this time he does let his fingers get a bit lost in those ridiculous curls and pulls back almost hesitantly.] You’re disgusting.

[gregory-of-yardale]

So are…

[gregory-of-yardale]

Yes, entirely necessary. [Laughs lightly, shifting around so hes comfortable. He rests one of his hands on Christophes shoulder, also finding it hard to look the other in the eyes. What the fu ck is he doing ]

[misotheic-mercenary]

I think it is not at all.

[Honestly he could very easily shove the other off and leave him to sit on the couch. Separate and in an entirely less queer state. Yet he hasn't. Which is gay. This entire situation is gay.]

So did you have a plan or are you just being a faggot.

[misotheic-mercenary]

[Oh. My god. This is worse than before. The gentle humming tickles his lips, it’s hilariously stupid, but this time he does let his fingers get a bit lost in those ridiculous curls and pulls back almost hesitantly.] You’re disgusting.

[gregory-of-yardale]

So are you.

[Gregory takes this as his cue to crawl into Christophe’s lap, as he tries to keep his emotions in check. His eyes are stupid and full of love, and he doesn’t even fit in Christophe’s lap properly.]

[misotheic-mercenary]

[Alright, now it is absolutely ridiculous. It's not something he can squirm away from either so he begrudgingly accepts it. Letting his hands fall to rest on his friends hips with a low, irritated grumble. Damn is it hard to look him in the eye right now. ]

Really. This is necessary?

[misotheic-mercenary]

[gregory-of-yardale]

[Sighs and looks at Christophe. His legs are wriggling around.]

It’s a display of affection, and affection usually means you care? You’re not very affectionate— not that I care, I mean, I do care about you but not about how affectionate you are, I just sort of— I don’t…

[gregory-of-yardale]

[Gregory continues to ramble about this or that, and when Christophe pulls him over by the legs hes a little more prepared for their lips to collide.] [He immediately kisses back this time, humming softly]

[misotheic-mercenary]

[Oh. My god. This is worse than before. The gentle humming tickles his lips, it's hilariously stupid, but this time he does let his fingers get a bit lost in those ridiculous curls and pulls back almost hesitantly.] You're disgusting.