that's rough, buddy

crescentcovefm // river shaw jr.

[starh-rtsh]

⸺ starh-rtsh ˜”°•.

mathieu simoneau, cis man, he/him — there goes RIVER SHAW JR. who appears to be a 24 year old WEREWOLF. i think they’re headed towards THE FOREST. word is the STUDENT has been in town for SEVENTEEN YEARS. you might know them as +RESERVED and -SELF RELIANT. the last time i talked to them, they told me their favourite song was IVY by FRANK OCEAN.

¨ * • . intro

¨ * • . wanted connections

¨ * • . headcanons ---under construction---

[dreamsfate]

starh-rtsh​:

river nodded in response, hand clutching the ceramic cup while he sips his beverage quietly. “and i’m not ridiculous—i’m giving you a free ride home rather than you having to spend a couple bucks on some fifteen… ten-minute bus ride.” he says with a tiny sigh, putting the cup down on the table, face still stuck on that deadpan expression. “what are you studying so hard for?” he asked out of curiosity. back now leaning comfortably against the worn down leathered upholstered bench. “if you have questions, feel free to ask.” he adds as he looks at blair directly. river had always been naturally smart and despite barely studying, he was top of his class.

that was true. blair would rather spend his money on food; river’s kind enough to offer to drive him home. he’d be an idiot to pass on it. “i have a couple of papers i need to finish by the end of the year,” he expels a sigh, heavy and sad, shoulders sagging with the weight of coursework and deadlines and grades. “i think it’ll be good to, y’know… have a head start.” he cannot procrastinate this time—the professors were much more lenient with attendance and punctuality when he was a freshman, but now? blair felt utter guilt for even flirting with the thought of skipping a class. “i might ask you to look through it soon?” he smiles, hopeful. “like a little peer review, if that’s okay. you know i always trust you with school stuff.” blair downs the rest of his now-lukewarm coffee, sets it aside. “we should get going soon. i still need to put all of this on.”

[starh-rtsh]

"of course—you know i'll always help you." river returned, but mumbled the last few words quietly. he didn't mind sparing a few minutes helping blair with university work, even though they were in completely different majors. but through helping blair, river found himself reading for his major as well—he’s learnt a couple things. he sets his now empty mug down before giving a nod as an answer.

he then stood up, already towering over blair as he reached over to grab the mage's bag, holding it as if it were nothing but a feather. river may not look like it due to his slender build, but he was strong—so strong that he could carry blair for hours and not get tired. "i'll carry it." he hums as he looked at the stack of clothes on the table once more, the strap of blair's bag now situated on his shoulder. he sighs with a slight shake of his head as he recognised one of the jackets. "you... you seriously..." he mumbled, his left hand holding the strap of the bag as the other reached down to his pocket to find his car keys.

[aqcuahearts]

starh-rtsh·:

river’s eyes found keith by the entrance. he recognized him from university, keith baek—one of blair’s friends. he’s seen them hanging out together. “you’re here early.” he says, completely ignoring keith’s comment about his mood as he chewed on his muffin. river did not like it when the café was clamorous. so he comes to the daily grind early in the morning where the sun is barely rising, the sun rays not too harsh, and the coffee just brewing. he comes early, but he’s never seen keith come this early, but he pays no more mind to it and continues to quietly devour his muffin. he wasn’t one for small talk, nor was he too keen on pursuing conversations.

“  I’ve always been early.  ”     Keith counters as he made his way to get his grub along with his steaming black coffee, sitting adjacent from River. No matter how closed off he can be, there has been some sort of comfort in doing small talk especially at times like these; where its quiet and cold in the early morning.   “  – just not as early as this. I have a this thingo today for extra credit, so yeah.  ”    He took a sip from his coffee; the bitter and strong taste made him smile in his seat, warmth awakening his senses.    “  Is the daily grind your usual place  ?  ”

[starh-rtsh]

for some reason unknown to river, he responded. "yes—usually with blair." he takes a small sip of his beverage, looking at keith with a blank stare as he wondered what possessed him to sit with him. "they have good coffee." he adds as he lifted the mug, moving it in a slow circular motion to mix its contents. river wasn't a morning person, but every once in a while, he would wake up extra early. sometimes to stroll around the forest or sometimes hang around the café. "and i like their banana muffins." river was baffled by his ability to converse at the moment, but he supposed a conversation wouldn't kill him.

[dreamsfate]

starh-rtsh​:

“oh—”

“you’re not taking the bus home.” river firmly says as he took another bite out of the éclair, swallowing it right after as he took a quick sip of his cold brew. the rich and sweet liquid filling his throat. “i’m dropping you off home.” he wasn’t going to let blair take the bus. he would be worried—although he wouldn’t say that out loud. “and my shift starts at 6:30 tonight.” he finally answers, glancing at the wall clock situated on the wall of the café. they had ten more minutes before they get ready to head to school. “i can drop you off… i don’t want you going home alone.” a genuine concern flashes in his eyes before it disappeared as he sighed and looked at his half-eaten éclair. he then remembered his mother being harassed on her way home. she just got back from korea and well… bad things happened, but mama shaw had it covered. river just wished he was there to personally beat them up.

it’s winter—stupid, stupid winter; days were much shorter and everything was already dark by five in the afternoon. even so, blair didn’t mind commuting home by bus. there were still people around, the lights from the shops and lamp posts scattered around the city centre were enough to make blair feel… safe, somewhat. no matter how much he insists he’s perfectly capable of defending himself, however, he knows river wasn’t going to take no for an answer. so, he’ll have to concede. for river’s own peace of mind. blair finishes the rest of his muffin and takes a long, overdue sip of his coffee. it was hot, but not scalding. “you’re absolutely ridiculous.” blair says, shaking his head, “then… we can leave the library at—hm, around quarter past four? that way you’ll have enough time to get ready.” he supposes he can continue studying at home. 

[starh-rtsh]

river nodded in response, hand clutching the ceramic cup while he sips his beverage quietly. "and i'm not ridiculous—i'm giving you a free ride home rather than you having to spend a couple bucks on some fifteen… ten-minute bus ride." he says with a tiny sigh, putting the cup down on the table, face still stuck on that deadpan expression. "what are you studying so hard for?" he asked out of curiosity. back now leaning comfortably against the worn down leathered upholstered bench. "if you have questions, feel free to ask." he adds as he looks at blair directly. river had always been naturally smart and despite barely studying, he was top of his class.

[starh-rtsh]

⸺ WANTED CONNECTIONS !!! ˜”°•.

BEST FRIEND : it would be someone river trusts to be vulnerable around. someone who balances out his personality (antagonistic personalities). they would be also be the one to push river to try new things and one of the very few people that can crack a smile out of river.

PACK MEMBERS : he is a werewolf and would need a pack, although river does tend to do things on his own. because he likes to be left alone, but he can't deny his pack nature !

MENTOR : doesn't necessarily need to be a werewolf, honestly. he needs someone to guide him through life since his dad died when he was younger and his mother was busy trying to make ends meet. they are also one of the few people river respects and looks up to—like asking them for advice and such.

FRIEND(s) : river is not the type to actively pursue a friendship, but when he finds someone with the same wavelength as him, he would—at the very least—try to initiate conversations with them. but he would still put his best friend above everyone else.

ENEMY : well, not necessarily like... "i will kill you" kind of enemy. more of someone who gets on his nerves and got in his skin.

COUSIN(s) : they could be the reason why the shaw family moved to crescent cove in the first place. they would have an 'okay' relationship with river, but they do look out for each other.

UNREQUITED CRUSH ON RIVER : honestly... river doesn't care much about romance, and he probably broke their heart at some point... butttt we might be able to develop a friendship!

[reh-hateshumans]

[dreamsfate]

starh-rtsh​:

the corners of river’s mouth threaten to tug as he watched blair wrapped his hands around the mug in an attempt to warm himself. admittedly, it was kind of cute. “be careful.” river reminded again, the corners of his mouth dropping as his face relaxed to its deadpan expression. river barely smiled, but when he did—well let’s just say it tends to take people’s breath away. “and after school…” he mumbled, carefully unwrapping the éclair he bought. “i suppose i can spare some time in the library with you. i do have work today, though.” he added as he brought the éclair to his mouth, taking a small bite out of it as he looked at blair. river worked part-time at jinxed for some extra cash, he liked it there… surprisingly.

“i am careful.” he says, and although his eyebrows were all scrunched up, he likes when river fusses over him. and he’s right! the coffee was hot, still a bit too hot for blair to take a sip, so he lets his hands linger on the ceramic mug. maybe it’ll temper the heat eventually. he almost forgets he still had a muffin on his plate too, all chopped up in tiny pieces. “what time do you work today?” he asks after eating at least half of it—and swallowing, of course. he has manners. he hates when people talked while eating. “it’s okay if you, like, leave halfway. i’ll take the bus home.”

[starh-rtsh]

"oh—"

"you're not taking the bus home." river firmly says as he took another bite out of the éclair, swallowing it right after as he took a quick sip of his cold brew. the rich and sweet liquid filling his throat. "i'm dropping you off home." he wasn't going to let blair take the bus. he would be worried—although he wouldn't say that out loud. "and my shift starts at 6:30 tonight." he finally answers, glancing at the wall clock situated on the wall of the café. they had ten more minutes before they get ready to head to school. "i can drop you off... i don't want you going home alone." a genuine concern flashes in his eyes before it disappeared as he sighed and looked at his half-eaten éclair. he then remembered his mother being harassed on her way home. she just got back from korea and well... bad things happened, but mama shaw had it covered. river just wished he was there to personally beat them up.

[dreamsfate]

starh-rtsh​:

“what good is magic if it isn’t a permanent solution…” river mumbles quietly to himself, a less than amused expression sketched across his face as he took a small sip of his cold brew. although magic, spells, and the lot of it are a perplexing and enthralling conversation, river never really got around it. magic every so often breaks the laws of rationality. when he was a young boy, his father took him to a carnival, and he saw a mage turn a snail into a venomous viper. it was absurd!

“sounds like a ‘you’ problem.” he then took a big bite out of the remaining muffin he had in possession before standing up and patting blair’s head gently. “and stay here.” he says, hand digging inside his pocket for his worn-out wallet. “i’ll get it for you.” he added. walking up to the counter to purchase blair’s usual drink. he also added a éclair for himself and with that, he headed back to their seat and placed blair’s drink on the table.

“careful… it’s really hot.”

blair doesn’t have the time to protest at all—river was up and away before he can offer to buy him a pastry in return. he can only scowl helplessly at the till from his seat. the banana nut muffin, he can overlook. hot coffee wasn’t really expensive, either, but with how often river treats him to meals and drinks without any hesitation at all, the prideful part of blair’s brain took a note to buy him lunch today. or dinner tonight. or whatever. or maybe he could go a little over the budget they’d agreed on for christmas presents.

“ah,” blair tuts, “you didn’t have to.” but river always did—always looked out for him, always went the extra mile for him, always made him feel protected. “thanks. i’ll try not to burn myself. or cry.” he chuckles, warms his hands (that were still freezing!) on the mug. “do you have any plans after school? i was thinking about staying at the library for a while.”

[starh-rtsh]

the corners of river's mouth threaten to tug as he watched blair wrapped his hands around the mug in an attempt to warm himself. admittedly, it was kind of cute. "be careful." river reminded again, the corners of his mouth dropping as his face relaxed to its deadpan expression. river barely smiled, but when he did—well let's just say it tends to take people's breath away. "and after school..." he mumbled, carefully unwrapping the éclair he bought. "i suppose i can spare some time in the library with you. i do have work today, though." he added as he brought the éclair to his mouth, taking a small bite out of it as he looked at blair. river worked part-time at jinxed for some extra cash, he liked it there... surprisingly.

[aqcuahearts]

starh-rtsh·:

open starter the daily grind ( café )

The sweet and saccharine aroma of fresh baked pastries mixed with todays morning brew saturated the air.

River took a small whiff, enjoying the comforting and welcoming smell that never failed to ease him. He hated mornings but he always looked forward to going to the local café. This was his favourite place in town, third only to his humble home and the forest.

He then promptly bought his usual purchase. A cold brew and a banana nut muffin. This order hasn’t changed for the last five years. River liked to be consistent with things. He has a routine. He walked over to his usual place, a small booth nook with a metallic table that reflects the morning sun. It almost blinded him for a second.

“I hate mornings…” He thought with a deadpan look on his face as he took a seat, taking a small sip of his drink before staring through the glass pane. The window framing the quaint beauty of crescent cove as the town began to awake. The birds have began singing, a gentle cool breeze fills the atmosphere, the shops slowly preparing for opening, and the sun embracing this beautiful and magical town.

“I still hate mornings…”

His thoughts were then cut short. His attention diverting to the door as he heard the familiar ring of the entrance door chimes. Curious to know who it was.

bye this is my first time doing this whole rp thing

Morning glories stuck on tired lids, roughly rouse from sleep with his senses yet to awaken; orienting himself that it’s time to spring out of bed. There were times when Keith had exhausted himself from the night before, which took a tol on his body. Hence, with a yawn expelled from his lips, he mindlessly saunters to his black leather jacket and his messenger bag that had been on his sofa from the night before. 

Rubbing his eyes with the sun still peaking from the sea, it made him quirk up a smile, prompting him to take a deep breath as his day was about to get started. There was that earthy smell of coffee being roasted with the mixture of the aroma of butter and bread that filled his lungs, drawn by the bakery across from his home. And with just that, he stuck to the entrance where the scent ends. From a few inches away from him, he’s heard a distraughtful mutter from the other,    “  Man, it’s too early to be in this type of mood. Cheer up a little.  ” Already contemplating on what he’ll get; perhaps an americano as dark as his jacket along with a vegan bagel.

[starh-rtsh]

river's eyes found keith by the entrance. he recognized him from university, keith baek—one of blair's friends. he's seen them hanging out together. "you're here early." he says, completely ignoring keith's comment about his mood as he chewed on his muffin. river did not like it when the café was clamorous. so he comes to the daily grind early in the morning where the sun is barely rising, the sun rays not too harsh, and the coffee just brewing. he comes early, but he's never seen keith come this early, but he pays no more mind to it and continues to quietly devour his muffin. he wasn't one for small talk, nor was he too keen on pursuing conversations.

[dreamsfate]

starh-rtsh​:

“well—” with his slender fingers, river tugged the blinds down. watching the light dissipate from their view. “if i could, i would.” he bemoaned weakly before averting his attention to blair, pleased that the sun’s glare did not bleach his eyes further. they were unlikely friends, him and blair—river certainly did not expect to grow fond by blair’s presence. he was a lone wolf… or so he thought, really. “and i am not your personal heat pack.” he stated with a firm tone, but his past actions betray him. he let blair cling onto him and would sometimes encourage the behaviour. he really didn’t mind being a personal heat pack.

“i’d assume that you would have a spell for thermoregulation by now.” he looked at blair with a slightly raised brow as he took a small bite out of the muffin he split earlier. “considering that, you always get cold.” he was acting like it was blair’s fault for not withstanding the brisk and cold. he did not understand how someone could need so much layers of clothes—well, he could thermoregulate, so he really had no opinion on this.

blair would have complained about river shutting the blinds close, but he sees little streams of sunlight filter through it—it’s not bright. not overwhelmingly blinding. but it’s enough for blair to still feel the warmth on his back. “there is one, yeah.” a centuries-old spell, as the harsh temperatures of winter has always been there to torment his kind since the dawn of time. “but it’s not really permanent, like yours. i’d say it’s kind of, like, being wrapped up in a warm blanket? rather than your body doing the work.” he sometimes envies how river can easily withstand the cold, but he’s more than contented sneaking in some snuggles from his friend… no matter how much he denies being blair’s heat pack. he was—he totally was.

he pops a little muffin cube in his mouth, humming in delight. 

“mmm. this is good. i should get some coffee too.”

[starh-rtsh]

"what good is magic if it isn't a permanent solution…" river mumbles quietly to himself, a less than amused expression sketched across his face as he took a small sip of his cold brew. although magic, spells, and the lot of it are a perplexing and enthralling conversation, river never really got around it. magic every so often breaks the laws of rationality. when he was a young boy, his father took him to a carnival, and he saw a mage turn a snail into a venomous viper. it was absurd!

"sounds like a 'you' problem." he then took a big bite out of the remaining muffin he had in possession before standing up and patting blair's head gently. "and stay here." he says, hand digging inside his pocket for his worn-out wallet. "i'll get it for you." he added. walking up to the counter to purchase blair's usual drink. he also added a éclair for himself and with that, he headed back to their seat and placed blair's drink on the table.

"careful... it's really hot."

[dreamsfate]

starh-rtsh​:

river merely nodded in response, silently happy that it was blair, his expression never altering as he glanced at the mountain of garbs on the metallic table. “bring a heat pack next time.” he suggested with a meager sigh, quietly splitting the muffin into two unequal parts as he noticed the mage eying it several seconds ago. river was always keen and attentive to blair’s needs and wants - and schedule. he knew blair had a seminar to attend in an hour but he also knew that he could get them there pretty quickly. he had it calculated. they had enough time to spare.

“you get cold way too easily.” he reminded while he placed the greater half of the muffin on a plate before pushing it towards blair as he kept the smaller half. then sunlight pouring through the window as it hits him, decorating his skin and curls. it painted him beautifully but river only glared at the window.

“I really really hate mornings.”

“hmm, what are you talking about? i have my heat pack right in front of me.” the blond comments, pointedly raising his eyebrows. he did have a box of heat packs at home, surprisingly untouched and unused. he should make it a habit to bring one every day, since river can’t be by his side 24/7. it’s a lovely thought, having river around all the time, considering the guy was practically a walking radiator. a nice—albeit a little stoic—and comfortable radiator.

blair’s eyes visibly light up at the muffin. he wonders if river was secretly a clairvoyant, or if he just knew him well enough to read his mind without pulling any tricks. “you’re acting like it’s my fault! and the cafe’s toasty enough! it’s going to be a pain putting them all back on, though,” he’s huffing, but the pout on his face is quickly replaced with a grateful smile as he takes the muffin. he plucks off a knife from the wooden cutlery rack, cuts up the muffin into smaller pieces. 

“you look like you’re about to punch the sun, river.”

[starh-rtsh]

"well—" with his slender fingers, river tugged the blinds down. watching the light dissipate from their view. "if i could, i would." he bemoaned weakly before averting his attention to blair, pleased that the sun's glare did not bleach his eyes further. they were unlikely friends, him and blair—river certainly did not expect to grow fond by blair's presence. he was a lone wolf… or so he thought, really. "and i am not your personal heat pack." he stated with a firm tone, but his past actions betray him. he let blair cling onto him and would sometimes encourage the behaviour. he really didn't mind being a personal heat pack.

"i'd assume that you would have a spell for thermoregulation by now." he looked at blair with a slightly raised brow as he took a small bite out of the muffin he split earlier. "considering that, you always get cold." he was acting like it was blair's fault for not withstanding the brisk and cold. he did not understand how someone could need so much layers of clothes—well, he could thermoregulate, so he really had no opinion on this.

[starh-rtsh]

river merely nodded in response, silently happy that it was blair, his expression never altering as he glanced at the mountain of garbs on the metallic table. "bring a heat pack next time." he suggested with a meager sigh, quietly splitting the muffin into two unequal parts as he noticed the mage eying it several seconds ago. river was always keen and attentive to blair's needs and wants - and schedule. he knew blair had a seminar to attend in an hour but he also knew that he could get them there pretty quickly. he had it calculated. they had enough time to spare.

"you get cold way too easily." he reminded while he placed the greater half of the muffin on a plate before pushing it towards blair as he kept the smaller half. then sunlight pouring through the window as it hits him, decorating his skin and curls. it painted him beautifully but river only glared at the window.

"I really really hate mornings."

[starh-rtsh]

river merely nodded in response, silently happy that it was blair, his expression never altering as he glanced at the mountain of garbs on the metallic table. "bring a heat pack next time." he suggested with a meager sigh, quietly splitting the muffin into two unequal parts as he noticed the mage eying it several seconds ago. river was always keen and attentive to blair's needs and wants - and schedule. he knew blair had a seminar to attend in an hour but he also knew that he could get them there pretty quickly. he had it calculated. they had enough time to spare.

"you get cold way too easily." he reminded while he placed the greater half of the muffin on a plate before pushing it towards blair as he kept the smaller half. then sunlight pouring through the window as it hits him, decorating his skin and curls. it painted him beautifully but river only glared at the window.

"I really really hate mornings."

[starh-rtsh]

open starter the daily grind ( café )

The sweet and saccharine aroma of fresh baked pastries mixed with todays morning brew saturated the air.

River took a small whiff, enjoying the comforting and welcoming smell that never failed to ease him. He hated mornings but he always looked forward to going to the local café. This was his favourite place in town, third only to his humble home and the forest.

He then promptly bought his usual purchase. A cold brew and a banana nut muffin. This order hasn't changed for the last five years. River liked to be consistent with things. He has a routine. He walked over to his usual place, a small booth nook with a metallic table that reflects the morning sun. It almost blinded him for a second.

"I hate mornings..." He thought with a deadpan look on his face as he took a seat, taking a small sip of his drink before staring through the glass pane. The window framing the quaint beauty of crescent cove as the town began to awake. The birds have began singing, a gentle cool breeze fills the atmosphere, the shops slowly preparing for opening, and the sun embracing this beautiful and magical town.

"I still hate mornings..."

His thoughts were then cut short. His attention diverting to the door as he heard the familiar ring of the entrance door chimes. Curious to know who it was.

bye this is my first time doing this whole rp thing

[sandmandaddy69]

[quotemadness]

“Other people’s opinion of you does not have to become your reality.”

— Les Brown

[389]

“To sit alone or with a few friends, half-drunk under a full moon, you just understand how lucky you are; it’s a story you can’t tell. It’s a story you almost by definition, can’t share. I’ve learned in real time to look at those things and realize: I just had a really good moment.”

— Bourdain

[starh-rtsh]

⸺ starh-rtsh ˜”°•.

mathieu simoneau, cis man, he/him — there goes RIVER SHAW JR. who appears to be a 24 year old WEREWOLF. i think they’re headed towards THE FOREST. word is the STUDENT has been in town for SEVENTEEN YEARS. you might know them as +RESERVED and -SELF RELIANT. the last time i talked to them, they told me their favourite song was IVY by FRANK OCEAN.

"all the things i didn't mean to say, i didn't mean to do......."

statistics

name | river shaw jr. age | 24 birthdate | 27th october gender | cis male sexuality | confidential pronouns | he/him height | 6'4 ft/195 cm species |  werewolf (born werewolf) occupation | student (majors in computer science) hobbies | strolling around the forest at night. reading. playing his guitar. hanging out with his bestfriend, blair.

personality

positive traits | confident. open-minded. logical. independent. negative traits | reserved. self-reliant. sometimes a little insensitive. overall | reserved, self-reliant, confident, independent, open-minded and logical. river is independent down to his core. he does not need and want the assistance of others and only relies on his self. he is confident that he's got everything covered and believes his opinion to be of greater value than anyone else's. his lone wolf ways can come across to many as insensitive and crass because he acts in his own best interest and doesn't really give a flying fly about other's opinion when he strongly believes in his, but he is always open for other ideas and ways. he wasn't going to let his ego get the best of him… although sometimes it does, but he always catches himself before it happens. despite this uncaring, stoic, unable-to-feel-emotion façade, he cares deeply about his family and the people he loves but doesn't really want to show. he keeps his feelings in a bottle and seals it shut. only resealing it once he finds himself showing too much. he finds that his own feelings aren't really as valuable. logical reasoning and rationality are above everything else. and because of this philosophy, he is sometimes dismissive of people's emotions without knowing it. often people ask for his "honest opinion" and he's clueless as to why they're trying to claw him afterwards. but, you can always trust him to be honest, that's for sure! don't worry, though, he doesn't bite. (subject to change tbh)

short background

he adored his father growing up. his father taught him everything he knew, from riding a bike, how to deal with his first transformation, how important family was, how to catch fish, how to play chess, how to fix a broken toaster.. he taught him everything except how to go on without him. ----under construction----

LMFAO IM PROBABLY GONNA CHANGE THIS. THIS WAS SO LAST MINUTE