#* teddy

[augustfitzherbert]

August was typically found on the dance floor at social gatherings, but rarely was it by choice.

His parents had, since he’d first been allowed to begin attending events, insisted that he accompany every seated young lady out to the floor. It had become a behavior so engrained in him that up until that very moment that evening, he’d been doing just that. Even without parental supervision.

They would be so proud.

In all actuality, dancing with a mix of strangers and old acquaintances had been a means of keeping him away from any number of Gothel children, a repeat of the seating chart for dinner absolutely not needing to come about that same night. But he’d also preferred to think that it was simply the gentlemanly thing to do.

What wasn’t so gentlemanly was not having made sure to offer a dance to his closest friend first.

They had been seated at a diagonal for dinner, and August had meant to remark that she looked lovely that evening, but the words had escaped him the second he realized the identity of the person to his immediate left.

Then the dinner had ended, he’d spotted an acquaintance from travel, and he’d let half of the night get away from him before he’d finally been able to track down the blonde. Now that he had her, however, he was prepared to offer his usual dance... in return for a little commiseration.

“Has this been the longest evening of your life or is it just me?”

@teddylebouff​

[rcsurrecteds]

* @teddybrocks

There was a difference between bothering a stranger for a bit of conversation and bothering someone familiar, only it wasn’t until several words in and a glance up from his handheld game that Theo noticed that the person he was in the process of engaging was none other than Teddy-- Teddy, who he couldn’t recall seeing for the past ten or eleven months, drawing close to a year, and who he hadn’t recognized right away because of the unfamiliar body language, which usually would have displayed something very different in the presence of the other. Shock caused Theo to stop mid-sentence ((and mid-jump, as Yarn-Kirby fell to his death)). “Uhh,” was the only stupid remark his voice could make. He pulled his hoodie from atop his brown hair and fixed Teddy in his gaze. “Hi, it’s Theo...Theo Hansen? Do- uh, you remember me?”

[isadoramorgan]

Isa had always done what was best for business. Whether it was playing nice with people who she knew didn’t like her, sticking with math (her worst subject in school, truly), or making strategic connections that she knew would benefit her later. She was dependable, if predictable.

Several of her key invitations that evening had therefore (unsurprisingly) received a personalized invitation from her - her own signature and a “I really do hope you can make it! xx” in gold pen (to match the rest of the lettering) splayed across the bottom of the embossed cream cardstock.

Theodore Miller was one of those lucky few.

Had he really been on her radar prior to a couple of weeks after his return to town? No. She generally tended not to notice the arrival of anyone outside of her tax bracket. But it had been impossible to ignore the sudden interest many townspeople had taken in the farm.

The farm that she needed to revitalize the town.

She’d proceeded to take an immediate interest in the local farm-boy-slash-serial-killer’s-son. And, at the very least, he’d accepted her invitation.

“Hi Teddy,” she made sure to use what she’d learned was his preferred nickname, grinning over at him the moment she saw him walk through the door. Somehow, said grin did not falter as she truly looked over his costume.

Jeans. Interesting.

“What a... sweet costume. I really do appreciate you coming tonight.”

@teddyxmiller​

[bunburie-a-blog]

@ribleyscotch

     “Oh – hey.” He likes to come early, it’s kind of his thing, not being late, not that he hasn’t ever been late, it’s just that when he is it’s debilitating like getting shot, like, he’s let down everyone in his life, everyone not in his life, everyone on the planet. And for the last few weeks while he’s been waiting an hour and a half for his appointment, he’s been sitting next to Adam, whose name he only knows because it gets called while he’s still sitting there, for an hour and a half, because he hates being late.

     Last time Adam stood up to go into the doctor’s office and a keyring fell out of his pocket, no keys on it, but there was one of those pictures in it that you get on rides at theme parks (it’s him and a woman, with long dark hair, it looks like they’re on a coaster or something, and Teddy tried not to snoop, but whatever) and Teddy picked it up and held onto it to give it back to him, and now is the time to give it back.

     “This is yours.” He holds it out, thumb over the faces so it’s like he can pretend he’s been censoring it all this time. “ — you dropped it last time.”