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desmondbryson‌:

“Good.” Matteo seemed happy to see him, which was always nice, though it hadn’t seemed like Desmond was interrupting anything in particular. He looked up at the hand Matteo put on his head and smiled slightly. “Yes, I’ve been known to have that effect.” It was wry since he generally didn’t but Matteo seemed to bring out a more playful side of him, perhaps because he was so very young compared to Desmond. “I think you should enjoy it more.” He noted, and promptly grabbed Matteo’s wrist and yanked him off his float and into the water.

Matteo still hadn’t acclimated to overriding the instinct to breathe which caused him to struggle for the surface after he was flipped off of his float. “Des-” He gasped as he sputtered to the surface, pawing at the other’s shoulder before grabbing his shoulder in a blind scramble for an anchor. He laughed breathlessly, genuinely shocked and delighted by this unexpected move. He pushed his sopping wet hair away from his forehead, blinking the water from his eyes again.  

“The fuck, Desmond.” He grinned, winding his arms around the other’s neck. “You’re lucky you’re hot.” 

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ladyofmedicine‌:

Maria only happened to be close to the pool since a young human girl had slipped and had a nasty fall and she’d been passing close enough to hear her cries (the benefits of enhanced hearing). Luckily, it was just a bad sprain and she’d send the mother on her way with good advice and a gentle hand.

She’d planned on spending a moment admiring the water before heading on but stilled when she heard a familiar voice called out, “Matteo,” she chuckled softly, “I am certain it is but- holiday?” she paused a moment before she understood, “Oh of course, fathers day. I can safely say my plans for the days are existent.” Her dear father was dust in the ground now; she’d light him a candle when she got home.    

Atreus held his arms out to the sides when she realized what day it was. He had no plans. His father was dead as far as he knew. 

“You should come swim with me. Or float, anyway.” He added after realizing that he couldn’t really call this swimming. “Where’s your swimsuit?” He asked, wondering why she was at the pool otherwise.

[starlenaxstar-blog]

Letting out a small sigh, Star pulled another t-shirt out of the dryer and chucked it into her bag, set precariously atop the adjacent washer. The building itself was rather empty that time of day, with only a few people milling about and taking care of their own wash, but the young woman preferred it that way. Too much quiet time at the laundromat. People got to talking, tried to strike up conversations over a pile of unmentionables, which was just about the worst thing a person could do, she decided. Of course, that sentiment absolutely did not stop her from offering her own grievances to the air, or to whoever would listen.

“This is what someone needs to make a spell for. Shirtus cleanus or something, huh?” she spoke up wryly, offering a sideways smirk over her shoulder before continuing with her work. Normally, she did not mind chores. But these days, she felt like the hour she spent thumbing through the old celebrity magazine on the nearby bench may as well have been a wasted one. “You can have the rest of that detergent if you want it,” she continued, nodding at the open box she’d bought in the vending machine. “I’m all done, and I’ll just spill it if I try to take it with.” 

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Matteo was killing time on his phone while he waited for the laundry to finish. He honestly didn’t need to use the laundromat to do his laundry but he was at the point where he was taking any excuse to get out of the house without feeling like he was going to get into trouble for putting himself in a ‘situation’. 

He glanced up when he heard the woman speak, his lips quirking into a smile at the mention of a spell to create clean laundry. “The patent on that would be a goldmine.” He glanced at the box of detergent that she mentioned, lowering his phone and sitting up in his seat. “I can’t with the powder. It feels icky, right?” He rolled forward onto his feet and stood. “You should just mail it to a witch and let them know about your idea for the spell. Maybe they can use it in their... brew?”  He didn’t know the first thing about how any of it worked, assuming that there must be some truth to the depiction of witches he’d seen on television. 

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valentinxremington‌:

Valentin sat at the edge of the water, letting his feet float in the water. “My father’s been dead for nine hundred years, and my only child is with my friend, so nope.” he answered, though he was talking about his goat. “I rather sit here and do absolutely nothing for the rest of the day.”

Matteo was trying to piece together what he could from that information but was coming up with nothing. “They should still call.” He decided after a moment. “Or you could just sit in this float and do nothing with me.”

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grey-arthur‌:

Considering that it had been over five centuries since he had last held his children, not to mention the fact that Father’s Day hadn’t even been a concept at that point, Arthur had never really celebrated the holiday. And still the holiday sent a little pang through him each time it came up. So he found himself wandering around town, ending up at the pool, which, truth be told, he had utterly forgotten existed. He decided he might as well enjoy the water, so he shucked his shoes and socks, rolling up his pants cuffs to keep them dry as he stuck his feet in the water. He smiled slightly. “No, I don’t,” he said. “I don’t have any family to speak of.” It was the least depressing way to phrase his situation. “I’m not exactly dressed for it,” he pointed out. 

Matteo knew the feeling, though probably in quite a different capacity. 

He waved off the other’s excuse, gesturing to the rest of him next. “Then get undressed. Underwear is basically a swimsuit.” He shrugged unconcernedly. “Assuming you wore any, in which case you really aren’t dressed for the pool.”

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desmondbryson‌:

The pool wasn’t exactly one of Desmond’s usual haunts. Still, Father’s Day was always a bit strange and he liked to spend it with any of his fledglings who were nearby, if possible. He’d received many texts, calls, and emails already and that warmed him and he’d spoken to both Dora and Maria but Matteo had seemed conspicuously absent. That was fine, Desmond didn’t exactly expect anything from him and their relationship wasn’t exactly familial but Desmond still wanted to see him. The GPS tracker he’d turned on on Matteo’s phone told him he was at the pool so Desmond had shown up there, finding Matteo in the water already and sitting down at the edge of the pool for a moment to observe him there. Matteo must not have recognized him when he spoke and Desmond chuckled. 

“My plans involved spending some time with you if that’s all right.” Knowing he was coming to the pool, he’d worn the appropriate clothing and took off his watch and his shirt before jumping in. The water was pleasantly cool and it only took a few swift strokes before he’d reached Matteo. “You’re right. The water is nice.” 

Matteo was both surprised and relieved to see Desmond. He’d naturally assumed that Desmond probably had a million plans on Father’s day considering he’d apparently sired half the neighborhood.

“More than alright.” He offered happily, enjoying the view until Desmond jumped in and caused a literal splash. He blinked the water out of his eyes, grinning as he opened them to find Desmond swimming at the edge of his float. “It’s even nicer now that you’re here.” He beamed, resting his hand on the top of Desmond’s hair.

[lxttlebutterfly]

Chou tried to ignore the day, it did awkward things to him and he preferred not to think about them. As it was he’d seen a family walking past, a young boy being picked up by his father and… He’d needed to move. Chou ended up curled into a ball on the park bench with half a dozen butterflies fluttering about quickly… If he just kept looking at them. 

“I like butterflies.” he wasn’t sure if he was talking to himself or anyone close enough to hear, he just remained curled into a ball and stared at the illusory bugs. “They’re nice.”

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Matteo also liked butterflies but he could tell when something wasn’t right. At least, he could when it was so overwhelmingly obvious that things weren’t okay with someone. 

“Hey man,” He stopped behind the bench, leaning over the back of it and gently poking the other’s shoulder. “You okay?” He asked quietly. 

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foxycal‌:

Holidays that centred around parents were always a little strange for Cal. His parents had been gone so long and he barely remembered celebrating these kinds of holidays with them, since he’d only been a child, and there certainly hadn’t been any foster parents that really deserved the title. Then he was on his own and there was no parental figure to look up to. Mostly he just ignored the days and treated them like any other so that’s what he was attempting to do on this particular Father’s Day and had headed to the pool. 

Cal wasn’t entirely sure if he was going to swim or not, it would make a disaster of his hair, after all, but he had worn swimming trunks and a muscle shirt, the trunks short and form fitting and the tank equally tight. He had a good body, why not show it off? He was sitting on the edge dangling his legs in the cool water, enjoying the sun, when someone called to him from the pool itself. Glancing over, Cal smiled seeing how attractive the other man was. “Perhaps I could be tempted to join you with the right motivation.” He realised a moment later it was that hair dresser he’d spoken to on the street some time ago. “My plans involved exactly what I’m doing; enjoying the beautiful weather and the view.” He smirked. Matteo, whose name he remembered from the business card, had responded well to the flirting before so Cal was going to keep it up this time. 

Matteo dropped his hands into the water on either side of the float, gently paddling closer towards the edge of the pool. He recognized Cal as he got closer, his smile widening in response. 

“Oh, alright.” He grinned, his float bouncing lightly off the edge of the pool as he bumped into it. “I’ll let you buy me a drink later if you let me ride on your shoulders.” He offered teasingly. 

[lilmamabeyellin]

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“I have started woodcarving lately and I am very proud to say I can make exactly two things. Very small penguins and very small cats.” Kaillen said, showing two small carvings they had in their hand to the other. “They’re not very good yet but…it’s a lot better than where I started believe it or not.”

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Matteo smiled, gently touching the tip of the penguin’s beak in the other’s hand. “They’re cute.” He offered genuinely. “What got you into woodworking?” He asked curiously.

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As far as Matteo was concerned, father’s day was only a slightly less depressing holiday than mother’s day. He’d lost both of his parents when he was a kid and the closest thing he had to a dad these days was his vampiric sire. and Matteo was pretty sure that Desmond wouldn’t find a greeting card that entertaining. 

With a dull weight resting in his chest and no plans for the day, Matteo found himself at the pool. Floating in a tube and thanking his lucky stars for daylight rings, Matteo squinted at someone who was sitting alone on the edge of the pool. “The water is nice.” He offered towards them. “You didn’t have plans for the holiday either?” 

[runavollan]

“Your left side is exposed.” Runa began, slowly circling them as she observed their stance. It was a busy Saturday at Tyrs Krigere, with the sounds of clinking weights filling the building. Even most of the cardio machines were in use, which was rare for a Saturday this time of year. Not that she was going to complain, the gym being so busy gave her something to do. When it was near empty, she spent most of her time sitting at the front desk or utilizing the punching bag, so this was much preferred. She continued to circle the person that she was talking to, eyes flickering over their frame as she observed their position and made mental notes on how to fix them. Making her way closer, she gently placed her hands on them to adjust their stance and lower their arms just slightly to cover their left side.

“In hand-to-hand combat, you’d end up with some nasty bruises, and that would just be the least of your worries.” the woman began, pulling away slightly to observe them once more. “And if your opponent had a knife, you’d better hope an ambulance shows up before you’re bleeding out.” she commented with a faint smile. “And if they for whatever reason had a sword, you’d have very little chance.” she chuckled slightly. 

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Matteo looked up when he realized that she was talking to him, his expression clearing as he genuinely listened to her feedback and advice. He knew next to nothing about an of this and he was eager to learn, grateful for any tips anyone could give him. He bent with her guidance as she corrected his stance, making notes of the change. 

He laughed softly. “Honestly, with the kind of year I’ve been having they’ll almost definitely show up with a sword.” 

[rheaxabssyne]

Rhea decided to head out for a walk for her break and get some fresh air. Having her head buried in programs and blueprints for so long, was giving her a little bit of a headache. She didn’t know where she wanted to go though. She knew she needed to grab something for lunch. Walking down the sidewalk she decided to head over to the park after seeing a food truck parked over there. As she headed over, she got lost in her thoughts and accidentally bumped into someone. “Oh my god I’m so sorry!” she says and blushed from embarrassment. “I didn’t hurt you did I?” 

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Matteo  placed his hand against the woman’s arm to steady her when she bumped into him, self-conscious of his new super strength and worried that he might punt her into traffic. 

“The doctors say I may never walk again.” He shook his head with a teasing grin, his hand dropping from the woman’s arm. “You getting food?” He asked, nodding towards the truck as he started towards the food truck again.

[clairesitek]

“No, I didn’t bid on those baskets! Why on earth would I pay money for a man’s company?” 

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“It was for charity, right? I’m pretty sure that was the justification  people could make to themselves.”

[iantylers]

Spring Fling hadn’t left him as mentally or emotionally exhausting as the last big thing this town had come together to do, which was relieving. He obviously wasn’t physically exhausted, hadn’t really felt that since the day after he’d dug his parents graves, his sisters graves, and then left Haven after burning their ashes. He’d woken up sore the next morning, felt the physical exhaustion in every part of his body, groaned so loudly in the span of time between waking up and reality crashing in. Then the grief took over, tamping down on his hunger, his thirst, his need to do anything. 

His body was different now. It couldn’t feel the sun, but at least listening to live music and watching movies in the park had been fun. He actually liked town square and the openness of the area; it reminded him a little bit of one of the parks in Haven, a lovely place to be during the summertime. After that guys’ night out, Ian’s sense of homesickness had stuck with him, and he supposed he’d let his bad mood abate for at least a day to see if he could make conversation with people he didn’t know. Just today, he promised himself, and if he didn’t like it, he could go back to hiding his friends behind his back and hissing any time anyone tried to involve themselves in his life. 

“Hello,” Ian said. How had he done this so easily in his childhood and his teen years? He’d known everyone in town. He’d had to. He’d even developed an excellent facade of himself that  only his family, Dylan, and her family could see through. “It’s a nice day outside today, right?”

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Matteo didn’t even notice any awkwardness coming from the other, too distracted by the man himself. He’d been lying low to try and stay out of trouble but he was a hopelessly social creature, left thirsty in more ways than one by hiding out in Desmond’s mansion. 

His unapologetic gaze swept across the other from head to toe before he looked him in the eye again. “Beautiful.” He agreed with a faint grin. “And yeah, the weather is nice too.”

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@desmondbryson

Matteo had been wandering around the Spring Fling and continued to get the feeling that he was being watched- genuinely curious if he was just imagining it or if he had a secret admirer. It never even occurred to him that someone might be watching him for less than that, but when he finally caught onto Desmond side-eyeing him from across the lawn the pieces all fell into place. Of course Desmond would be watching him in this large group of people. 

He sauntered over to the where the other was, a smile creeping across his features as he approached the other. “Like what you see?” He asked teasingly. 

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kentucky-darby‌:

 “I’m not putting up with you because I feel responsible for you,” Darby said, more surprised than anything else. He would’ve thought it was the other way around, what with going to prison for him and all. He wasn’t interested in being someone’s pity date because nothing was worse than a relationship borne of guilt. “And I don’t want to control you.” Dropping the last shreds of the napkin into a sad little pile, he wished for the first time that he was a little more sober; it was hard enough finding the right words but getting them out was even more excruciating.

“I wasn’t– pretending–” Darby started as pink bloomed up his neck and cheeks. He stuffed a too-large piece of pretzel into his mouth, chewing slowly as remorse rippled across his face. “It was– I like you.” He bit his lip, chewing hard enough to taste copper on his tongue, “I want to be your friend but– I can’t be more than that.” It probably sounded old-fashioned to Atreus, or wildly optimistic, but Darby didn’t want any misunderstandings to brew bitterness. It also probably didn’t answer his question in the way that he was expecting it to but Darby hoped that he would accept it anyway.

Matteo waited patiently for Darby to try and explain it to him but he felt even more confused by the time the other had tried. “Because of the sex thing?” He asked bluntly, still unsure if Darby was trying to spare his feelings or not. Like could mean a lot of different things and even Darby wasn’t too old not to know that. 

“I like you too, Darby. I’m just trying to understand.” He breathed a soft sigh. “Like, I think you’re overthinking this, but I don’t want to tell you what you want either.” He knew that trying to read Darby’s mind would be a dangerous game because they both had issues with communication and Matteo’s imagination was overly proficient at filling in gaps that others left. “I still don’t understand what that has to do with you pretending that you’re worried I’ll eat you.”