PEACE.

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olliepcp:

all in all, oliver was just thankful darius had even AGREED to come along in the first place. the blonde male owed him nothing. nor did ollie to the other. the breakup had been a rough one. messy. hard. one of the most difficult things he had ever gone through. how he had pulled through was a real mystery. ( had he truly pulled through ?) it had taken a lot on oliver’s part to initiate contact in the first place. to take a leap and send that text message. that lead to a pleading call. and now here they were, mere inches between them on the tiny - but fashionable - sofa. the raven haired male wasn’t quite sure how he felt about it all. on one hand the eggnog had made feel more than a little warm and forgiving, yet it was still there. how could it not be? the elephant in the room. and of course, leave it to darius to not be able to leave the damn elephant alone for more than five seconds. did he enjoy this? the proximity. the physical contact - well that was another question entirely yet that still didn’t mean his nerve endings still didn’t resemble live wires around the other. fresh wounds and what not. ollie had been desperate. and for a moment, for a moment he had felt hope. and perhaps that was the cruelest thing of all. because he knew THIS wasn’t their’s anymore, the tender caresses to the back of hands, the solid warm embraces, eyes never straying from the other. but, he missed it.

eyebrows SHOOT up at the comment made, lazy smirk moving to grace his lips. ❝ oh, i think we could both think of a thing or two, yeah? ❞ a challenge. the damn eggnog. liquid confidence. sober oliver would never. ( lies. ) the smirk lingers as he lazily gazes up at the male, having now swung his long legs over the side of the sofa, raven locks settled onto the cushion, dangerously close to the other’s thigh. he contemplates the sentiment for a moment, a brief the brief flicker of hurt flashing across his features, though he was quick to compose himself. almost as if it had never happened. ❝ define sucks. ❞ he bites before letting out a sigh. avoiding the other’s gaze he stares pointedly at the ceiling. ❝  wait- what? ❞ hazel orbs snap to dichromatic hues, a flicker of something. easily replaced with annoyance. ❝ what do you mean i’m going to give the act away? what, am i holding your hand wrong? not staring at your ass enough? ❞ he quips, not breaking his gaze. tension hanging clearly in the air. NOW he knows why his mother had tried to insist he’d slow down on the eggnog. ❝ i’m a bad actor? and what are you suddenly a critic? fuck. ❞ ollie remarks, all the pint of hurt manifesting into this, into this tension. this challenge. ❝ then teach me. come on. ❞

the more the BANTER between them continued, the more darius was starting to regret this entire plan. not because he regretted helping ▬ deep down, he’d always want to be there for ollie. no matter the request, no matter how desperate. he would say yes. what he was starting to regret was putting himself in such a vulnerable position where his feelings could spew out any moment, especially with a kick start from the liquor-laced nog. giving darius any extra alcohol now would just dive them futher into a hole he wasn’t sure they could get out of. how do you spend this much time PRETENDING to be dating your ex ? darius tired to remind himself of their breakup, but with the messiness and the fighting, he remembered the pain. how bad it stung to lose the one kind thing he had in his life. his mind kept flashing back to a moment where this was their reality. parents out, the two of them on the couch, lazy kissing and soft touching turned to more ▬ ugly christmas sweaters looking much better when dropped into a pile onto the floor. but now, awkwardness and t e n s i o n were surrounding them, weighting heavy on the air around them as they attempted a normal conversation. darius, of course, was never known for his subtlety, sober or not.

 at the sly comment back, darius couldn’t help himself.  ❝ my mind seems to be a bit foggy. do you think you could give me a reminder ? all details welcome, by the way.❞ a smirk grows onto his lips, fingers a l m o s t reaching to run through his hair as he responded ; offering as much as a challenge in his words that the other male did. his fingers tap impatiently again his leg, a rough sigh leaving his lips.  ❝ you should know exactly what i mean by it sucks. ❞ his words almost sound bitter, leaving his lips harshly and forced. he could’ve elaborated ▬ told ollie how much it sucked to have to force a smile and hold his hand like he didn’t want it to be REAL. but with each passing moment, he fought harder to avoid such confessions. at the others clear annoying, his eyes roll before his expression changes, shifting in a slightly amused smirk.   ❝ you did always have a thing for constantly staring at my ass, so.... ❞ the joke escapes his lips without thinking, and darius realizes that it can’t get muse worse from here.

❝ teach you ? ❞ the words come out with a soft laugh, knowing he should do everything to stop here. to keep things how they are. because them normally ?  touchy, loving, and definitely included darius he could almost never keep his hands to himself. including that on this trip as challenge would complicate things even further. without thinking, a hand rests softly in the small space between them, softly fingers trailing through ollie raven locks without taking a second thought about it.  ❝ just think about it. ❞ nimble fingers move softly, gentle moving down to touch his face.  ❝ me and you ? just holding hands and nothing else ? that’s just not realistic. it’s like you want your mom to know something’s up.❞ it was a tease, but there was no denying that they, at one point in time, had a specific chemistry that anyone could spot. being split up, darius was sure ollie’s family would notice in no time. ❝ but ▬ i was just making a point. ❞ his hand withdraws from the others face, settling back into his lap.  ❝ god forbid your mom didn’t walk in before when you were chillin’ 10 feet apart from me. ❞ in truth, darius was being more dramatic than he needed to be, but he couldn’t leave such an open challenge clothes. if the liquid courage running through ollie’s veins wanted to test darius ; it was working. 

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olliepcp:

though oliver had EXCELLED at many things in his short twenty-seven years on this earth, disappointing his parents had been something he had just never been quite capable of bringing himself to do. his lovely parents who had worked to raise him into a good man, a thoughtful man, with a level head on his shoulders. had worked hard to put him through school, to give him opportunities most others wouldn’t normally have so readily available. to say he was appreciative was an understatement. the downside? he despised having to relay the pair bad news. especially news relating to his love life. let’s just say they could be a little overbearing in that certain aspect. although who could blame them? just look at the ridiculous christmas sweater he was supporting. no wonder they’d thought he’d wind up alone. at least before darius. his parents had adored the blond male, had embraced him with more than OPEN arms. sometimes ollie genuinely thought they enjoyed the other’s company more than their own sons. he’d thought it was such a great thing. until it wasn’t. until everything went to shit. until oliver began losing count of the days, not lying to his parent’s per say - ( more like with-holding the truth, thank you very much. ) it wasn’t that he was afraid, oh no, his parent’s would be nothing more than perfectly supportive. but perhaps, a little part of him, couldn’t give them the satisfaction of knowing they were right. that he was destined to end up alone.

perhaps that’s why he got himself into this predicament, why he is currently sitting in a fucking ski lodge for a week with his ex. hazel orbs snap upwards as he’s pulled out of his thoughts, a light scoff falling from his lips. the eggnog had made things considerably less awkward, ollie shaking his head from his position half sprawled on the other side of the couch, long limbs taking up more than his fair share room. ❝ MAYBE if i continue to pay homage to ole saint nick he’ll take pity on me. move me to the nice list. where i rightfully belong. ❞ he counters, blinking disorientedly up at the ceiling. for such a large male, oliver was an unbelievable lightweight. the next word’s out of the other’s mouth leaves him searching for an answer that doesn’t sound completely stupid. his tongue slips out to wet pink lips, mouth opening and closing once before he finally begins to speak. ❝ i promise i’ll tell them right after this trip is over and they’re on their way back to their little beach house in the hamptons . ❞ he levels the other with a buzzed smirk. ❝ oh because it’s just so HARD ? ❞ hazel hues glisten with bemusement.

if anything, darius COULD understand why oliver wouldn’t tell his parents, if he really thought about it. ▬ they loved the blonde more than even he could understand. he was gruff, rude at times ; but somehow, not only oliver, but also his family saw the best in him. they saw something no one else saw, and he figured that was why it hurt so badly. deep down, of course. on the outside, darious wasn’t going to let oliver see PASSED his demeanor. it was easier that way. easier pretending the faking it didn’t kill him inside. however, not wanting to see a disappointed look on the face of oliver’s parents, darius vowed to keep up the act. being friendly, smiling, being c l o s e, just like they had before their messy breakup. he even kept up with the pet names, seeming as in love as ever. it was convincing, but darius felt himself breaking ; missing the touch of his ex. missing the love the used to have together. no matter how many jokes about the cookies or the sweaters came out of his mouth, darius still felt love, deep down ▬ part of him longing to go back to how things were before. the other half of him wondered if things were better how they left them ▬ broken.

a chuckle leaves ri’s lips, his eyes rolling almost fondly at the comment.  ❝ name ONE thing you’ve done that would put you on the naughty list. ❞ a few comments come to darius’ mind at the comment, but he decided to stay hush. legs shift uncomfortably, trying to stay comfortable in their small space without coming in contact with the taller male. at the others response, darius sighs, a hand running through his blonde locks. he definitely needed more eggnog ( or something stronger ) if he expected to get through this conversation. he stays silent for a few moments, pondering a response that doesn’t e x p o s e himself, though he can’t think of anything that wouldn’t be even slightly exposing.  ❝ i mean, actually, it kinda sucks. ❞ he responds, his eyes falling on the face of his ex, searching for an expression.  ❝ i’m just saying. i love you parents and i don’t want them to be disappointed ▬ but how long can we keep this up, ollie ? really ? ❞ he muses, growing feeling URGING for that addition liquid courage. a sigh falls from his lips, head shaking at the topic.  ❝ we don’t have to talk about it. i’m just SAYING, you’re a shitty actor. eventually you’re gonna give our ‘lil act away. ❞

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if you asked darius HONESTLY, he’d tell you he wasn’t sure how he let himself get roped into this M E S S. the mess being him, his ex, and his exes family, all in the ladders lodge together. it had been a tradition, but nothing felt weirder then trying to convince your exes parents that you were still together for no reason other than their happiness. however, with some spiked eggnog in his system, ri felt himself loosening up, allowing himself to hold a CIVIL conversation when he was alone ollie ▬ something that would otherwise be cold & reserved, much like true darius fashion ( though through their relationship, ollie was able to break darius’ outer sore ). ❝ that thing is so ugly, but i kinda like it. ❞ he gestures tot ollie’s sweater, leaning back on the couch. in truth, he thought it was adorable, but true darius fashion wouldn’t allow a compliment as such to slide. pondering for a moment, his head tilts to where his ex is sitting. ❝ why can’t we just tell your parents we’re not together anymore ?? ❞ it almost came out of the blue, but it had been on his mind.  ❝ all this fake hand holding and playing nice is driving me mad. ❞ @olliepcp

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