Fishing for Answers

Shiloh 'Fish' Fisher. 23. Riding with the Reapers

[shilohfish]

prodigalscns‌:

MILES SHOULD HAVE ALWAYS SEEN THIS FOR WHAT IT WAS. He lived for the smile that Fish was currently wearing. He could, he probably would, write a thousand songs in its name, and yet he still lived in the clueless world of oblivious wonder, somehow. The arm around his shoulder was typical, par for the course. Actually, the only thing that was miss was the one greeting they usually shared, then excused away later. For now, he wouldn’t say anything. Instead, he watched this play out, an amusement sort of snort given to the question about sheer number. Perhaps, it was a pang of shame. “You’re asking that as if I’ve ever passed a proper math class. If I had to guess? At least three fifty.”

There were a thousand thing Miles Atala could think of that were worth it, sure, but none of them would ever hold a candle to Fish. He deserved to be wooed, probably be someone who actually knew how to express their emotions properly, but that didn’t matter. The mere thought of someone else having access to all the tiny, intimate moments they shared in passing, caused a pain in his chest. It didn’t last long, the squeeze at his shoulders bringing him out of it.

To keep his hands busy, and sufficiently off his room mate, he too was picking up a slice. A bite taken from the pizza before he’s laughing at the answer he’s given. “Jokes on you, I was going to have dinner with you either way. Just please, try not to stare at me too much. The candle light does wonders for my features.” HES BEING DRAMATIC NOW, INCLUDING AN OBVIOUS FAKE FLIP OF HIS HAIR.

“It’s gonna be a pain in the ass to put them all out,” he commented, still taken aback by the sheer amount of work that had gone into such a fleeting gesture. Putting down his pizza, he picked one up off the counter and held it at eye level. The flame was so beautiful, it’s intensity flickering in and out but never fading completely. He could understand why there were so many songs written about candles and romance, they made things seem softer - less solid and imposing without overhead lighting.

 Acting on impulse, he did something he’d wanted to do since he was a kid - licking two of his fingers and snuffing out the flame between them. It was less satisfying than he thought it’d be and he set it back down in front of him without another thought. “You do look good, devilishly handsome.” his smile returned full force, Fish letting his eyes wander appreciatively over Miles’ familiar features under the guise of a joke.  

“Maybe we should just leave it like this all the time.” 

[shilohfish]

🗫

“Two truths and a lie…yeah alright, I’m down, but I’m not going easy. I’m allergic to peanut butter, I’ve been stabbed at least twice, and I’m a vegetarian. Good luck guessing, may the odds be ever in your favor.” 

[shilohfish]

Text | Cass & Fish

cass: i think no matter the lore you'd get very sick

cass: literally eating raw flesh, you could die

cass: then become a zombie if you're in the walking dead world

cass: i think it's just vampire i don't think there's a fancy word like there is for cannibalism

fish: i see ur point. but u wld die anyway of starvation

fish: wld u want 2 be a zombie?

[shilohfish]

@blossomhcney​ (Closed Starter for Matias) 

Fish unceremoniously burst his way into the Station  - his hair sticking up odd directions because of his helmet and his normally serene face distorted by a volatile mixture of panic, fear, and determination. His brother had been arrested in suspicion for attempted murder, and there was no way in hell he was just going to sit around and let him get thrown in prison or something. All his life, his older siblings had gone out of their way to make sure he was safe, it was about time he did the same.

He’d been there when the arrest had been made - they’d gone and done it at his mom’s place of all things - and there was one officer he’d caught the name of, an officer he planned to convince to drop his brother as a suspect by any means necessary. His plan didn’t go much further than that, but he’d never been one for that kind of thing. 

“Hey, I’m here to talk to - oh, nevermind I see him. Thanks!” His one-sided conversation with the woman at the desk ended abruptly once he’d spotted one Matias Lopez, and so did the forced smile he’d plastered across his face. (it was probably for the best, he looked more manic than anything.) 

“Hey, Officer Lopez, can I talk to you for a sec?” 

[fycaos]

BTS ‘Straight to Hell’ Music Video Trailer

[shilohfish]

@prodigalscns

[fycaos]

Chance Perdomo and Ross Lynch | BTS ‘Straight to Hell’ Music Video Trailer

[shilohfish]

damnaticn‌:

eyebrow arches at him as he speaks doubt all over her features as she lets out a chuckle “never met someone who didn’t have ulterior motives, as little as they might be.” she scrunched her nose up at fish playfully. her arm tightened around his as the made it outside, watching the scenery in front of them before he spoke up again, a small smile crept up on celine’s lips and her eyes looked up at him, the brunette couldn’t help but laugh at his words with a shake of her head “alright, i’m always here to listen to all of your apocalypse theories. i’m flattered but you can just tell me your first choice was busy, it won’t hurt my feelings.” she joked “but you’re right i am a treasure.”

blue stopped for a second her finger going up to tap against her cheek as she pretended to think over their long list of options “difficult choice, but i think i’ll go with,” she let her words linger as if doing dramatic pause “diner food.”

“If I told you that, I’d be lying. My roommate and I are always taking the end of the world, I wanted some fresh ears,” Fish shrugged, treating talk of the apocalypse with the nonchalance of small talk or a bus stop discussion of the weather. To him, it wasn’t much different. The world was going to end anyway, it was much more fun to talk about all the ways it might happen than the kind of weather they’d be having the following week. “You’re my go-to when it comes to apocalypse lunches.” 

Grinning at her theatrics, he made a point of nodding in approval. “Good choice, diner food it is. I’m sure Miss. Gina will spare us a booth if we ask nicely.” 

[shilohfish]

prodigalscns‌:

MILES WATCHED HIM CLOSELY. He told himself it was to make sure that Fish didn’t go burning the house down, using himself to start that fire. After all, it wasn’t like the pair of them were known for being particularly graceful, especially when you put them together. Usually, attention was paid to one another, entirely too much fucking attention. It was the kind of love that was all consuming, and entirely obvious, to everyone but them. Regardless, laughter was easy to find, making a hypocrite out of himself. 

“I said don’t laugh, have you always been so shit at directions?”  Question asked with the rise of both brows, as if he didn’t already know the answer to it. A grin was clinging to the corners of his mouth, more than ready to take it all in. The fruits of his labor were standing right in front of him, a testament to the fact that he could, and would do absolutely anything to make Fish laugh. “Fun fact, they sell them at the store, and they are cheap, as it turns out, so am I.”  Laughter would find him again. 

“Ah, well you are the princess in the story, but you still didn’t answer the question….where is the scale?” 

“Hey, you’re one to talk. Hypocrite.” Casually slinging his arm over Miles’ shoulders like it was the most natural thing in the world, he took a moment to take in everything - keeping his laughter at bay so the ambiance wasn’t broken. Not that it lasted long, the next comment drawing another peal of amusement from him. “Right. How many are there anyway? It looks like you bought out every store in the area.” 

With a companionable squeeze to his roommate’s shoulders, he pulled away to grab a slice of pizza before it got cold. It was his favorite, of course, and he had a feeling it wasn’t just because he and Miles shared the same taste in Italian delivery. He hadn’t been lying when he said he’d never been more wooed, he’d never been close enough to anyone for some spur-of-the-moment comment to evolve into something like this, something just on the right side of joking they could both pretend it was just that - a joke. 

“You’re damn right I am and...I guess you’ll have to have dinner with me and find out. I’m holding the verdict ‘till the end of the evening.” 

[shilohfish]

wrrgod‌:

@shilohfish​ !

he’d encountered his fair share of personalities before ; a lot of the time, it was easy enough to read someone. most people were too busy with their own thoughts and their routine problems to worry about guarding themselves, and every little detail viktor could pick up on, he stacked in his brain for possible future reference. the knowledge in itself was almost intoxicating. the more he got, the more he wanted, and wasn’t that his life’s motto anyway ? when it came to the motorcycle clubs running the neighbouring towns, it was no different. he was acquainted with most of the members, at least by name and face. this one, for instance … fish. he didn’t know much, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t willing to find out. smirk easily made its way onto his lips and he cocked his head to the side, examining the other. “ i don’t bite, you know … unless it’s called for. ”

“And here I was thinking you were the kind of person that went around nibbling on everyone. It’s good to know you’ve got some restraint.” Fish smiled, leaning forward against the slightly-sticky bar. He’d been nursing the same drink for around an hour, waiting for the jazz musician to finish his set before he and his band took the stage. He liked to get there early, it gave him time to show his support for the local music scene while also tipping back a few drinks for some good old liquid courage. Stage fright hadn’t afflicted him since he was in his early teens, but it was still nice to loosen up a bit before - he was of the belief it made their music sound better but that was up for debate. 

“You’re Viktor, right? My sister was right, you are hotter up close.” 

[shilohfish]

prodigalscns‌:

WHEN HE HAD SAID HE HAD SOMETHING TO SHOW HIM, HE MEANT IT. He probably should have also included the fact that he very well could have burned down their house with this little stunt, but it was conveniently left out. Whoops. Instead, his nervousness was fading, and he didn’t seem wound quite as tight as he had before. His hand reached out to pull the front door open.

“Don’t laugh.”  He demanded, serious tone returning if only to further his own amusement. The inside of the house was decorated with no less than a thousand tea candles, the light and the warmth, a display all on its own. There was a disney soundtrack playing in the background - entirely in French, a find he was proud of himself for. Pizza, and paper plates were set out on the table.

“Where’s the scale?” 

“Okay, okay, I wo-” he cut himself off as soon as he caught a glimpse inside, his brain short-circuiting for a second. When Miles had told him there was something he needed to see, the glint of hundreds of tiny flames decorating every surface of their house was not what’d he’d been expecting. Blinking, he came back online like a shitty computer and shot his roommate a quizzical look. Taking a step inside, his eyes wandered across the thousands of candles that were sure to spell disaster if one were to fall to the floor. It was only when the door had been shut that he noticed the music - the French version of ‘Part of Your World’ from the Little Mermaid. 

He’d done it. Miles actually gone and fucking done it, take out and all. It was impressive as much as it was ridiculously over the top and Fish didn’t know whether to laugh or kiss the guy. Knowing himself, he’d probably do both before the end of the evening anyway so he started with the former - stifling his laughter with the palm of his hand.

 “I...you’re incredible. Where did you even get all these candles?” He grinned, going to lean back against the table before second-guessing that decision. The last thing he wanted was to catch himself on fire. “I’ve never felt more wooed in my life.” 

[thegayfleet]

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[shilohfish]

@prodigalscns

[sunshinae]

i think reading together is one of the loveliest things two people can do. reading out loud to each other, or reading two different books while lounging on the floor seems so dreamy.

[shilohfish]

Text | Fish & DC

dc: deep within, i'm a extremely shallow person fish please don't test me like this lol

dc: i mean, their brains don't work so i assume they're not in the human category, kind of like vampires? but i could be wrong because i'm not sure what species they would be...except for zombies.

Fish: but even deeper than that, ur a complex being full of awesome.

Fish: and no i will never stop

Fish: i think zombies are their own species? idk, depends on how much the zombie virus or whatever changes ppl

Fish: i don't think normal science rules apply to monsters

Fish: so if they're not human, does that mean they're not cannibals?

[shilohfish]

prodigalscns‌:

@shilohfish​

THE SONG FROM THE RADIO IS INSPIRING. It plays right into his penchant for finding affection in all the wrong places, really, but he doesn’t care. Instead, there is a pleasant warmth blossoming in his chest, which is in part due to the mixture of wine and weed, but that is no secret. Instead, he’s standing, stepping over in front of Fish, as if he’s some kind of esteemed gentleman, hands tucked behind his back, rocking on his heels, before finally asking.

“Dance with me?” A seemingly simple request, brow raising, and hand finally coming out to be offered to his friend. He remembers the polite facade, and wiggles those fingers, gentle smiled offered. “PLEASE.”

It was raining. The kind of weather that pushed people inside with warm drinks and close company - Fish’s favorite kind of weather, at least at that moment. The pattering of water against the roof added a little something to the music playing from the radio, something almost nostalgic but for a time and a place he’d never actually been. He decided he liked it enough to explore later - maybe even enough to add it to some of his old recordings and see how they sounded - but not then. 

Raising an eyebrow at his friend’s innocent request, he grinned, gently taking Remi’s hand in his own - his perpetually cold fingers quickly warming at the contact. “I guess I could spare you a song or two. As long as you promise not to step on my feet.” 

[shilohfish]

[shilohfish]

@blossomhcney​ (Open starter for Thomas) 

Vibrantly colored blossoms and the sweet smell of fresh floral arrangements assaulted his senses as soon as he walked through the door, the little chime of a bell marking his entrance into the otherwise quiet flower shop. The place was impressive in a quiet sort of way - the opposite of Fish’s loud sense of humor and penchant for rock music, and yet he felt right at home. It was that kind of place.

Letting his eyes roam over the rainbow of flowers he couldn’t even begin to name, Fish crossed his arms in front of him, unsure where to even start. He figured there must be someone around if the door was unlocked, someone who actually knew what they were doing. Tearing his gaze from all the beautiful colors, he headed further into the shop, heavy boots clunking against the floor. “Hello?”

[shilohfish]

violvtor‌:

Growing up in the strange condition that he did, he seemed to categorize other people’s actions into two categories: respect and disrespect. Crow was letting his street mentality get the best of him & he knew it. Looking at the innocent sincerity on the younger man’s expression made him realize this. Yes, this kid had definitely not received enough ass-kickings — not enough to make them end up as cynical and jaded as himself — but he was still a kid & perhaps deserved to enjoy risky games such as these.

Crow did not let the coldness leave his face, though it began to leave his heart, for there was still a lesson here to be taught. “It’s not about the keyrings. You know that. You’re not brand new.” he spoke slowly, a hint of gentleness edging it’s way into his voice. He almost had to laugh at the sudden realization — no longer blinded by his anger — that Fish was a reaper. Of fucking course he was — of course every ass of every person he has ever wanted to kick was branded by an R or a D.

 “Not worth having your reaper clan coming back to kick my ass for teaching you a lesson they failed at teaching you anyways.” Most importantly, it wasn’t worth losing business. A new competitor named Gauthier had arrived into town & had set up a solid camp of their own.

“I’ll make it up to you,” Fish replied with a tone of finality, speaking as much to himself as he was to Crow. His stupid, petty theft had obviously rubbed the man the wrong way and it left a bad taste in his mouth, a weight on his chest he didn’t like. As a man of action, someone who was more do than think, the reaper refused to let it crush him. Guilt was his least favorite emotion - the way it crushed his spirit and made him second guess each and every one of his motives and actions was a nightmare, a surefire way to spiral out of control and far away from the optimism that kept him afloat - and he intended to do something to relieve it. 

Sure, it was a slightly selfish motivation, but he did have Crow’s best interest at heart as well. He’d make the guy’s life a bit harder and given his family a bad name - slightly worsened the name of the reapers in the eyes of the tall car salesman, which he couldn’t let stand even if he wanted to. 

Running his fingers through his shaggy hair, his face steeled with determination, he shifted his gaze to meet Crow’s. “Seriously, I will.”