Three Goblin Art
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justinkurkovicsucks:
“Operation win you back is on the way, please come back to me.” He sang before stoping, putting the guitar down. “This is stupid.” He mumbled, not noticing someone walked in.
‘ not really. you sounded pretty good. ’ a steady smile curvates along thick-pinned lips & felix proceeds by a nod of his head. ‘ heartbreak blues or something ? ’
📨 KID
Heather: My dump.
Heather: Just kidding ish.
Heather: It's not going to be a race or anything is it? We can just laze walk and enjoy the brewing sun and the soft winds of the earth?
Heather: No I am a creature of darkness I do not love.
Felix: God damn.
Felix: This isn't a literal walk in the park, Alcott. We might "laze" later. After a bunch of push ups.
Felix: Sure. Sureee.
noorxkhalaf:
Noor’s daughter was the first one to react, the girl obviously elated to be reuniting with her favorite toy. Their time apart had been fairly short but that clearly had no effect on her unadulterated delight. “Thank you so much. I don’t know what I would’ve done if you hadn’t found it,” the older of the Khalaf women admitted. “How do you drink your coffee? I’ll have to buy one as a thank you. That elephant is basically irreplaceable.”
‘ i can understand that. ’ felix says for he has worked with children before & knows how clingy they can be. adorably so if he has to admit. at her offer his smile only widens but a shake of his head is what follows after. ‘ oh. you don’t have to, it’s fine. though i wouldn’t mind a little company. are you guys in a rush? ’
📨 KID
Heather: eeeeeeeeeehhhhhhhhh
Heather: fine. i'm up. only because i'm fucking curious about the food
Heather: gimme extra ten minutes please i need to drop something
Heather: where you at? where exactly is outside?
Felix: You need to be faster soldier.
Felix: Drop what?
Felix: Parking lot.
Felix: We're going to jog all the way to the park then jog more.
Felix: Don't you love me?
noorxkhalaf:
There was an urgency about Noor as she scanned her surroundings, the coffee shop she frequented with her daughter small, familiar, and incredibly crowded. Now, crouching on the floor and peeking under various tables while other grownups tried to enjoy their cups of coffee and baked goods wasn’t her idea of a good time but it had to be done. Hana had lost her beloved stuffed elephant and had been clearly distressed about the whole thing since the moment she had first noticed her toy had gone missing.
Feeling the presence of someone who had not been there just seconds ago, she looked up for a moment’s time. “I’m looking for an elephant,” she informed matter-of-factly before going back to the task at hand. “A stuffed one. My daughter lost her toy. I think she might have dropped it here earlier.”
soft fabric a grace to his rough fingers ------ felix hoists the stuffed animal up with a friendly-trotting smile & a curl of his muscled arm as if to protect it from any other passerbys. the youthful sensation this whole ambiance has given him a tender kiss to his chest & he offers the woman a nod, knowing well how important the toy must be for the child. ‘ this one? ’ he says with a crane of his neck to the right side. ‘ it’s all safe. don’t worry. ’
📨 KID
Heather: FUCK YOU AND YOUR WIDE FIRM MAN TITS OH MY GOD
Heather: LET ME GO BACK TO SLEEP WHO JOGS AT FOUR
Heather: don't answer that
Heather: what food do you have
Felix: Everyone but you.
Felix: Get off your ass and meet me outside.
Felix: You have 30 minutes, then I'll show you the food.
📨 KID
Felix: Wakey wakey eggs and bakey.
Felix: Wake up. Jogging time.
Felix: Wake up
Felix: Wake up
Felix: Wake up
Felix: I have food for you.
chris ,
At this point, Chris felt like he looked a complete mess. Hell, he knew he did. It had been days since he’d done anything productive, and all he wanted was a drink to ease his nerves. Running a hand through his hair, the blonde let out a slow breath and shook his head. “No, I know,” He said finally, looking up at the other. “Not really too good for ya anytime, I guess.” He shrugged. It was an unhealthy coping mechanism and he knew it - Chris had problems with substance use in the past, and there were times now where he fell into those old habits. “It’d chill my nerves out, even if it isn’t good for me.”
his answer earns a few seconds of silence from felix & he takes a closer look to see if he can make out anything ----- while he has never excelled in the art of reading expressions it’s beyond easy to tell how troubled the man is. it isn’t a withdrawal or at least it doesn’t appear like a withdrawal. perhaps relationship issues or familial. ‘ i’m aware that we just met but ------ ’ he stretches the pause a bit longer this time. ‘ would you like to talk about it? ’
chris ,
On Sunday night Chris had gotten the news. His father had suffered a stroke upon arriving home from work and had been taken to the hospital. At three in the morning when he stumbled into the emergency room after catching a flight to Nevada, the blonde had stayed in the small bed with Todd for hours, drifting in and out of consciousness as his body wouldn’t allow him to stay awake any longer. For a while he’d been responsive, answering Chris in a groggy voice and squeezing his hand, but after a few hours something didn’t seem right. A brief nap had him waking up at seven in the morning and he knew that something was wrong. Todd had, had another stroke and this one was the one that had taken him out. When his father’s breathing had stopped and the sound of a flatlined heart monitor echoed through the room, Chris screamed for a nurse but his stepmother had already rushed out to get one. There was an attempt to resuscitate him, but it failed. After that everything was a blur. Chris kept looking in and expecting to see his chest rising and falling, but there was nothing but silence. No movement, nothing. He barely remembered the funeral that came on Tuesday afternoon, or the reading of the will Wednesday. The twenty thousand dollar check from his father’s estate and the jar of ashes that sat in the bottom of his suitcase seemed like a weight he couldn’t carry.
Now, though, after arriving back in New York, he couldn’t bring himself to go home yet. Chris had left the airport and was planning on going to work because he needed to get his mind off of things, but somewhere along the way he’d stopped and sat down on a bench. His face was puffy from crying for the last four days and he looked pretty disheveled, the only thing really in place was the golden cross necklace he was wearing that he’d been allowed to bring back with him. Reaching up to wipe at his face, the blonde sniffled softly and leaned forward, pressing his hands against his face and letting out a shaky sigh. “Fuck,” He said on a low exhale. “Fuck, I - I need a drink, honestly.”
a jog in the park is a necessity. it’s a daily routine felix does every morning without a lone strike to preserve healthiness & keep his entire being in shape ------ it’s sad to be aware some individuals just prefer that lousy comfort of being couped up in their room. he’s all dressed appropriately for the occasion. black tanktop to fit his torso as well as dark blue pants he borrowed from his gym. his feet have dragged him around for twenty five minutes but his sweat originated from the bright shining sun above. while he jogs around, he sees someone who seems to be close in tears & much to his dismay his interest unbearably peaked. ‘ so early in the morning? won’t be good for you, man. ’
sampson ,
Sampson made a habit of sneaking charming his way into bars and other clubs. This one he’d never managed to get into before. But there was someone new at the door tonight and he’d taken advantage of it. Sitting down next to someone at the bar, hummed in satisfaction. “Does this place even have good shit? Or am I wasting my time here?”
‘ wastin’ your time ‘less ya’ got some special hard on for watery liquor. ’ felix speaks, dragging his fingers around the cirque of his glass ------- though its half touched substance indicates this isn’t his first rodeo whatsoever. chockfull of lights washing features & he gives the boy a little smile. ‘ everythin’s almost ninety percent cheaper though. if you’re here to jus’ get wasted and not give a fuck ‘bout the flavour then this might be your perfect condo. ’
