#aquaichor

[orphees]

i kept reading this url as fuckin' orbees

welcome to orbees 

[sclxinvictus]

aquaichor replied to your post: Why are you taped to the ceiling?

I want to be taped to the ceiling

I only have one roll of duct tape left, you should get more.

[magmaichor]

Assurances and insisting that he wasn’t tired, he was fine and should keep toiling away at the data on his desk, he would only sit and relax with Archie on the couch for a short while, internal proclamation that he would only rest his eyes for a moment, fell away to leave him leaned against the larger man, fast asleep. Even when he stirs hours later it takes time for the realization to wash over him; his glasses are gone, a new grogginess clings to his mind that won’t be shaken so easily, and there’s a blanket laid over him now, tucked in with care.

A small sound slips out and he pulls himself upright. ‘ You let me fall asleep - I told you not to, ‘ he huffs after a yawn. ‘ Tell me it wasn’t long, at least? ‘

|| @aquaichor

[magmaborne-a]

magmaichor replied to your post: yeouch is kind.

leave me alone im doing my best

aquaichor replied to your post: yeouch is kind.

:(

I’m just the peanut gallery. 

[magmaichor]

There’s a slow slur of words, stuttering and murmuring, he hasn’t cried not yet. But when they touch he falls apart easily into murmurs of things he wants, while knowing and speaking dejectedly. He hovers by the door, eyes cast down, unfocused, drunk. “I’m still in love with you.”

‘ Stop it, Archie. ‘ 

There’s only so much he can tolerate. Occasional flings already bordered on unbearable unless one or both of them is plastered. Loveless fucking is enough to sate the body and he takes what he can when being with anyone else still feels like some kind of betrayal. It’s that hope of rough, meaningless touch that lets him so close, lets the man into his house with intent he thought he knew better. But hearing those words stops the redhead in his tracks and sends him back several paces. If not a physical blow, it earns just as much of a recoil. 

His face remains even, if nothing else tired, despite urges rising in his throat to shout at him. How is it fair that it’s always Maxie that has to be the adult? Why does he always have to fall back on sense and logic? As though the larger man is determined to rip allowance for emotion from his hands then in the same motion question how he became so cold. One of them has to be, when the other goes around drunk saying stupid shit like this. It leaves a dull ache in his chest that hurts worst on sleepless nights. For once he wants to be able to snap and pour out every horrible feeling that festers in his mind at the sight of Archie -- no, the Team Aqua leader, a sworn rival and fucking idiot who can’t leave well enough alone -- but again it’s swallowed down. Shouting with someone who’s only half-present for the fight is pointless, he insists. 

So he remains cold in treatment. 

‘ You’re drunk and I don’t need to remind you why I don’t -- ‘ And yet he chokes on the words. ‘ I don’t care how you feel. You need to leave, right now. ‘ 

|| @aquaichor​

[plaguefields-rp]

aquaichor started following you

whelp, don’t know what else to tell ya, but Welcome to the Hootenanny

you can go bobbin’ for crabapples in that bucket over there, nobody’s square-dancin’ yet but you can get that started if you feel up to it, don’t make eye contact with the goose, the candy’s green and red but it’s all the same flavor, and i’m not gonna promise you’ll get used to the smell because some do and some don’t

[magmaichor]

leans his head against his shoulder, falls asleep

And Archie said it would be fine to watch nature documentaries. There’s a small huff even if he can’t bring himself to be angry at his boyfriend, not when he’s sleeping so innocently. He adjusts slightly into something more comfortable for a long term position and throws a blanket over the other man before setting attentions back on the television. 

|| @aquaichor

[sclxinvictus]

aquaichor replied to your post: On the scale from tolerable to intolerable for...

everyone loves me

Tolerable.