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[cassolace-blog]

"If I were you, I'd give up."

Analysis. Consideration. Rejection. Rinse, lather, repeat. It is nothing of a personal matter, the process just seems to be the most appropriate response to advice (worded as such but ringing as more of an order in most cases). After all, aren’t all of these external influences altering a predetermined  route? Filling a void with their very own ideals, molding another to their very own image. Is that not the reason we are all now following a similar dogma?  Even with this, he remains silent, leaning against the doorframe with eyes falling shut to shield him from the sunlight or perhaps the grey eyes boring into him, urging him to drop whatever act he is holding up.

Stubbornness has always been a cage for the open mind.

“Aduro, I told you it´s just a headache, besides, why is it so hard to believe I came here just to pay a visit? Eat something, spend quality time…” The silence would have been persistent if dealing with someone else. It is last night´s pest sticking to his clothes, it is the bruising around his eyes, it is the sudden appearance with no prior notice that hints ulterior motives. His eyes open up, sparing a glance at the other for a few moments before a sigh escapes his lips. At times even stubbornness gives in to logic.

“Am I too obvious or is looking straight through people´s bullshit your talent.”

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"If I were you, I'd give up."

( x ) Peter Pan (2003) STARTERS

The universe conspires, whether it is for good or for bad but of times these parties are nonexistent, the human mind is just left to decide which is more suitable. It will lift your hopes with the shortest of phrases or tear you to shreds with the same one. Pathetic. There was no other word to describe him for the others at the given moment, sitting on the sidewalk outside a club he was not allowed in, calling to a number which only lead to a tone. The odds were it was all but a mere trick he had fallen in, yet again. It could have been desperation dawning upon him, the cold of the streets gnawing on his bones, the ruthlessness in her tone as if whatever effort he was making was nothing but pointless.  

It could have been denial to the obvious. The truth was never pleasant to the weak mind.

“What do you even know anyways—”   Words leave him in a visible breath, far too silent to serve their purpose. Finally he tears his gaze off the screen to eye the woman, left in wonder as to why would she be lurking in the night. “They didn´t let you in or something?“

[cassolace-blog]

"Okay, okay, listen. I miiiiight have had a little too much, and I miiight need someone to help me get home. You look trustworthy, so let's go."

Ditching bad habits seemed to be this week´s attempt of self-development for Cassius.

And he was hating it, sobriety really didn’t do the trick during night time. It was roughly 1AM or so when he was already heading home in annoyance of it all, the heavy beat and the pest of cigarrettes. Well, at least until a weight is pressed to his side, almost tumbling him off his feet and on to the pavement. 

By instinct, he would have shoved them off if it was not for the soft voice with a slurred speech, thus he turns to get a better glance of who it was. Young, far too young he would assume for her appearance to be reeking of alcohol in a hellhole as this. Maybe that was what kept him from just shrugging her off and keep walking.  Because after all that was not his problem. But God did he know the worst was out on the streets at this time.

“Are you serious? Why did you drink if you didn´t–”  Scolding would be of no use, thus he sighs in defeat, he still had a heart  “Is it far from here?  Please tell me you got a car” And it would be a long night.

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"Am I dead? Are you an angel?"

A not so discrete sigh escaped him at the words, tangled within it a silent ´thank you´ aimed to whatever deity had listened. Even if he claimed to not believe in a higher power, somehow,  he still found himself praying in times of need. Human nature he supposes.

 He´d always had a faint heart for these matters, and a paranoid mind. From the moment he opened the front door and set eyes on him, panic had started rushing through his veins. Only ceasing to scold himself for the brief hesitance of whether to catch the man or the pizza box in his hands. Thankfully, he made up his mind before the latter collapsed in his arms. It was even a surprise he managed to lay him safely on the ground considering the violent quivering of his hands. Perhaps he was being melodramatic, but who in their sane minds remains calm when another fall unconscious on your doorstep. And after a few seconds of a distressed Cassius fanning him with a pizza pamphlet, his eyes opened once again. The air filling his lungs at the sight.

“No and thank you but…no.”  A breathy laughter leaves him, mostly out of relief as color soon replaces the previous pallor. “I will take that as a compliment anyways…God, are you okay?”

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"I'm not trying to be nosy or anything, but... I've been seeing you here a lot lately, always by yourself. I just wanted to say, if you have anything on your mind, I'd listen."

[Icebreaker starter asks]

When he saw the female approaching him the first thought coming to mind was that they were finally kicking him out.  It was surprising how the staff hadn’t done so yet, considering this was slowly becoming a routine of his. Fingers laced around an already cold mug, head pressed to the glass as he lets his stare wander off and his mind run freely. At least until exhaustion forces it to a halt. As long as he consumes something, no one will really care.

Wrong apparently. 

Silence reigns over them as all he does is stare. Could be due to the fact that finding a person who shows any sort of concern for another nowadays is quite rare. Could be due to the fact it´s 6AM and his brain is not functioning properly yet. “Thanks, just…a little tired, but thanks.“ The phrase is joined by a small smile in the end before returning his attention to the window. It is not until he feels her slipping off that he regrets his words and continues. “Actually…” Eyes flicker from hers to the seat across him. “…would you like to take a seat? I mean if you got time-”

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☞

☞: what were your character’s parents like with raising them?

Regardless of the grudge he holds against them, they were actually good parents, their only fault being obliviousness to his strange behavior. The family itself was pretty loving and they did the best to give him a healthy enviroment to grow up in. Even if the man raising him was his step-father, he never really treated the boy any different than he would treat an actual son of his, thus he never really lacked of a father figure. They gave him the proper amount of attention a child should get, prioritized his education, moral values, supported his dreams until they believed these ones could affect his mental stability. They did well, even in crisis they did their best to keep themselves composed for his sake and maintain the family united. They did what any other parent would do in their position. In all and all, they did their best. Perhaps he should be more appreciative of that.

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(x)

✷: what are family reunions like for your character, or what would they be like if they had them?

Big family reunions have always been uncomfortable for him, only the reason as to why has changed along the years. As a child it used to be due to the language barrier, not really able to keep up with anything due to his lack of understanding. Nowadays it is more complicated. Tense. It feels as if half are judging and the other just feel sorry for him. The conversation between family members still holds a certain liveliness, but the tinge of pity in their eyes once set on him does not go unnoticed. The careful choice of words when addressing him does not go unnoticed. The void everyone pretends to ignore definitely does not go unnoticed. His brother is not there but it´s as if he had never left.

In all honesty, he rather come up with an excuse than feign a smile when listening to another condescending. ´How are you?´

(If that doesn´t work, he just spends most of the time with the dogs or the kids, they are far more understanding in his opinion.)

[cassolace-blog]

"I love you."

The voice he had come to love as much takes him by surprise. That phrase he has doubted for his entire life, poisoned by underlying intentions to his eyes. Yet somehow, when spoken by that same voice they manage to leave him at a loss of words. To have the warmth welling in his chest consume him slowly and the world fading out in the blink of an eye. To have him falling deeper and deeper, if that was even possible at this point. 

To have him genuinely believing. 

It is completely terrifying, but when their gazes lock he can’t really bother to care the slightest bit about the thoughts at the back of his head. A faint smile plays on his features at the simple sight of him lying down beside, the voice lingering in his mind for a few seconds before dissipating in thin air. Fingers brush over the male´s skin, tracing out his features with what could only be perceived as love in its purest form. Thus his response is but a whisper, lost between their lips as they collide.

“I love you..actually…I feel like I´m falling for you every single day, Thomas Oh.”