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@ofharvest
fightcrs:
we won’t go down without a FIGHT
written by devin.
— — starter call?
HELLO! I SUCK!
My muse for Nova hasn’t been high recently but I still love him so much that I can’t let him go, so I’ve decided to put this blog on semi hiatus until my muse comes back.
What does that mean?
I’ll probably be on at least once a day but I’m gonna be slow. Like real slow. I’m still open to new threads and stuff, it’s just so I don’t feel pressured to come on and do stuff.
So yeah!! I have other blogs (fightcrs and arescommandcr) that are also active, and you can always ask me for my kik and/or skype if u feel like kicking my butt/doing stuff with nova!!
Love you guys!!!
fun fact im still alive
--- --- starter call?
wait no i might actually play a bit of fallout
the entirety of my plans tonight is to eats $10 worth of junk food and maybe to skype someone
new year's / new year's eve starters
“New Year’s is always the year’s biggest letdown.”
“So, what are your resolutions?”
“I swear, if I have to hear ‘Auld Lang Syne’ one more time…”
“Hey, sorry, it took me forever to find a place where my cell could get a signal… happy new year’s from [location].”
“What have you accomplished this year?”
“This year sucked. Good riddance.”
“Let’s hope this year goes better than the last one…”
“There’s a party at [name]’s house. You coming?”
“We’re headed to Times Square to watch the ball drop. You can tag along if you want.”
“Hey, last year of [politician your character doesn’t like]!”
“Just think of all the video games and movies that are being released this year…”
“No champagne for me. Designated driver.”
“Giving up chocolate for new year’s? I give it a week.”
“We’ve had a big year.”
“I plan to hit five parties before midnight.”
“3… 2… 1! HAPPY NEW YEAR!”
“Want a party hat?”
“Champagne?”
“Three biggest moments from this year?”
“It’s nearly midnight… have you seen my date?”
“Ah, yes, it’s almost midnight, which no one is going to kiss me at.”
“This time last year, I was living in a motel. This is definitely an improvement.”
“I’ve heard ‘Auld Lang Syne’ six times tonight and it’s only 11:30.”
“And to think, this time last year I was dating you.”
“I need someone to kiss at midnight. You up to it?”
“I need your help. I want to kiss [name] at midnight, and I need you to help me make it happen.”
“It’s New Year’s. Aren’t we supposed to be making out?”
“Oh, God, my ex is here. Pass the champagne.”
“Look, I know you’d rather be in bed, but could you at least pretend to be excited?”
“A toast to my amazing friends, and to the new year!”
“I should’ve been in bed two hours ago.”
“Are you sure [name] is up to stay awake until midnight? I mean, s/he’s only [age]…”
“Psst. Hey. Hey, wake up. It’s midnight. Make your resolutions.”
“I swear, if next New Year’s, we’re in the same place we are now, shoot me. Just do it. I’m serious. Just shoot me.”
“I remember when I’d get so excited for New Year’s…”
“Y'know, New Year’s sort of loses its punch when you stay up until 2 AM every night anyway…”
“I like to think we grew up this year.”
“No firecrackers this year. The neighbors complained.”
“I’m tipsy, covered in streamers, surrounded by hung over people, I have Auld Lang Syne stuck in my head, and I don’t know where my cell phone is. It is New Year’s.”
“You know, under the circumstances, I think this isn’t such a bad impromptu New Year’s party.”
“I can’t believe you gave our son/daughter champagne!”
“Come on, it’s New Year’s Eve, you can’t spend the whole party hiding in the bathroom!”
“How much longer?”
“Any good New Year’s specials on?”
“I’ve had a glass of champagne, I made my resolution, I watched the clock strike midnight. I’m going to bed.”
“You’re crazy. That place is always a zoo on New Year’s.”
“Just pick an outfit so we can go. I mean, it’s just a New Year’s party, it’s not a black-tie event.”
“We should probably get back to the party.”
“What are you doing out here on the roof? The party’s inside.”
“Snow on New Year’s! Wish it had bothered to show up for Christmas…”
“Where’s [name]? S/he’s my ride.”
“I rented a limo. We are arriving to that party in style.”
“To 2016. May it not totally fuck us in the ass.”
maybe this is a starter call, who knows
ofwintcr
he’s still leaning against the door when he feels it open, so he leans back. he takes another shaky breath, hands moving into the pockets of his jeans. he looks down at the man, at the tears rolling down his cheeks and he can’t help but break. noel knows he himself has no right to cry, but he can’t help it.
‘ nova — ‘
he wants to reach out and grab him, make sure he’s real but he doesn’t. he just keeps his hands at his sides, keeps staring at him as if he was a stranger, a stranger he shared a bed with.
❝ noel. ❞
ofwintcr
how many times has noel promised he’d never leave again? how many times as he turned his back on that promise and walked out this very door? many times. countless times. he comes back each time, though. he’s made his way back into nova’s arms every goddamn time. but not this time. no, this time, he’s wiping tears away from his cheeks with the sleeve of his jacket. he’s silently begging for nova to open the door.
every cell in his body is telling him to turn away, to not put his trust into a man who’s left him so many times but he can’t, can’t turn away after so long because, no matter what, noel will always be his and he will always be noel’s. in the end, that’s why he wipes his eyes and opens the door to face the man he loves, why he just stares at him with tears rolling down his cheeks.
ofwintcr
there’s a tightness in his chest that he cannot bear. there’s tears in his eyes that he hopes will not fall. but the shakiness of his hands is, by far, the worst. he can’t stop it, can’t even ignore it. he takes a deep breath, though it doesn’t do much good. his forehead rests against the door gently, lower lip between his teeth to stop the slight quiver.
he doesn’t know what to do. he wants him, needs him back in his arms but for what? for noel to leave again when it fancies him? for nova to be left alone to pick up his pieces once again? thousands of years of this, of pain and of hurt. but he can’t forget the good, the life noel brings into nova’s life, the only light in his dark life at times. for once in his ancient existence, nova is absolutely lost.
ofwintcr
he knows he doesn’t deserve to be let back in. he doesn’t deserve to be in nova’s arms again. but god, that’s all he wants. he shouldn’t knock again, but he can’t help. all he wants to to see nova again. the man’s name leaves his lips, although it’s nowhere near loud enough for him to hear.
a soft ‘please don’t’ leave his lips as he hears the knock again. he can’t do this all over again, but he can’t leave him, the man he loves, out there in the cold. even at his harshest, nova is still filled with warmth. it takes everything he has to put his book down, to wipe his eyes and to get up. it takes everything to walk those few steps to the door, steps which he knows the other can hear. but he can’t do it, can’t open the door, not right now. instead, his head hits the door softly and his eyes close, filing with tears once more.
ofwintcr
the man’s palm pressed flat against the door for a moment, head sunk low. once more, he knocked. it was useless he knew. truth be told, he’d never planned to come back in the first place.
he can’t do it. he knows who’s on the other side of that door and he can’t. he can’t do this, not again. not with the tears running down his face and with the anger, he can’t.
ofwintcr
it was the first time he had to knock on the door.
it’s been months since he changed the locks, even longer since he’s been waiting for someone to knock on the door. now, he doesn’t even react, doens’t even move; it’s too late.
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