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Meme Response #71

Title: A home not a house 

Author(s): A

Character(s) Involved: Ever Thompson, Rose Morgan, npc

Word Count: 326

Genre(s): Meme Response / Third-Person narrative

Summary: Describe your ideal house

It’s a bit too soon to be dreaming about homes, but that doesn’t stop Ever from doing so. Hell, he’s even started looking. He contacted his agent and told her to start looking at properties near London. When she asks what he’s looking for, he smiles brightly. “Warm, room for kids to play and make messes. Near the ocean, but also near London. Not just a house Suzie, a home.” And that is the thing. He grew up in a house. It was home only because his sister was there, but so much of it was not meant for them. 18,000 square feet of luxury Park Avenue home that was damn near untouchable for the twins. They’d found nooks and crannies to call their own, but that isn’t what he wants for his own children. He wants a home that does more than shelter them from the weather. He wants it to be a place that nourishes their souls. He wants holiday dinners with family. He wants room for his family and her family and everyone to come together for all the occasions big and small. He wants a pool and playrooms that are filled with laugher and light. He wants space for Rose and him to retreat and have private, passionate, nurturing moments. He wants cats and dogs and bunnies and whatever other creature his children bring home running around their feet. He wants music and dancing. He wants a forever home who’s very walls will soak up their love and happiness. “Ever?” He realizes that he has been daydreaming. “Uh.. uh yeah?” There is a chuckle from the other end of the line. “I said I’ll get right on that.” She exchanges some facts and is about to hang up the phone before she adds. “Oh, and congratulations. I’m glad you found someone.” “Me too.” He wants to tell her that he hasn’t found any someone. He’s found his only one, but maybe that’s obvious.

It’s a bit too soon to be dreaming about homes, but that doesn’t stop Ever from doing so. Hell, he’s even started looking. He contacted his agent and told her to start looking at properties near London. When she asks what he’s looking for, he smiles brightly. “Warm, room for kids to play and make messes. Near the ocean, but also near London. Not just a house Suzie, a home.” And that is the thing. He grew up in a house. It was home because his sister was there, but so much of it was not meant for them. 18,000 square feet of luxury Park Avenue home that was damn near untouchable for the twins. They’d found nooks and crannies to call their own, but that isn’t what he wants for his own children. He wants a home that does more than shelter them from the weather. He wants it to be a place that nourishes their souls. He wants holiday dinners with family. He wants room for his family and her family and everyone to come together for all the occasions big and small. He wants a pool and playrooms that are filled with laugher and light. He wants space for Rose and him to retreat and have private, passionate, nurturing moments. He wants cats and dogs and bunnies and whatever other creature his children bring home running around their feet. He wants music and dancing. He wants a forever home who’s very walls will soak up their love and happiness. “Ever?” He realizes that he has been daydreaming. “Uh.. uh yeah?” There is a chuckle from the other end of the line. “I said I’ll get right on that.” She exchanges some facts and is about to hang up the phone before she adds. “Oh, and congratulations. I’m glad you found someone.” “Me too.” He wants to tell her that he hasn’t found any someone. He’s found his only one, but maybe that’s obvious.

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Regular Story

Title: Karaoke

Author(s): A

Character(s) Involved: Ever Thompson, Rose Morgan

Word Count: 247

Trigger Warning(s): none

Genre(s): third person narrative

Summary: Ever will never be comfortable in the spotlight, but that’s alright, he’s happy to watch from the sidelines

Ever had the best of intentions. It was a party, he’d had a couple of glasses of remarkably good whiskey, and there were points to be had. He needed points. He wanted to be able to move on with Rose and start their life. Living in a rehab center after you found you forever was a bit like trying to get somewhere on a stationary bike. Now, it wasn’t torture, far from it. Orenda was a gorgeous island and they were provided with every comfort and he would be happy stuck in the middle of Death Valley if it was with Rose. However, he was ready to get the hell out of there and to do that he needed points.

That was why he’d planned to get up and sing karaoke. Daisy had made sure both he and Dahlia had been given singing and piano lessons starting from when they were very young, so he knew how to sing. Of course the problem was that as soon as he looked at the stage his stomach sank into his shoes and his face went as white as a sheet. He would have actually puked just thinking about it, but Rose had just touched his cheek and smiled. She stood up and with a beaming smile ran up on stage. He listened to her sing with his heart now in his throat because she was just so damn beautiful, so breathtakingly perfect and she had chosen him. It humbled him so much. No, he’d never be the guy on that stage, but he would be forever happy to be reflected in her light watching her there. 

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Meme Response #66

Title: What is your most prized possession?

Author(s): A

Character(s) Involved: Ever Thompson, Rose Morgan 

Word Count: 440

Trigger Warning(s): none

Summary: Hiding your prized possession is hard to do in a small suite… especially when you’re living with the person you’re hiding it from. 

There just aren’t a lot of places that you can hide something in a small space when you share that small space with the person that you are hiding the something from. It had been two weeks and Ever has been doing an admirable job so far. However, that morning when he came home after a long run and found Rose, kindly cleaning out his sock drawer he’d nearly run over and tackled her away from it. He’d managed to play it cool, distracting her by pulling her in to have a shower with him. Sex was much more fun than cleaning out sock drawers anyway.

Later after they had moved the activities from the shower to the bed and finally after a particularly ambitious move the floor and subsequently needed another shower, Rose had left to do something mysterious and musketeerish with Baby, giving him the opportunity he needed. He looked left then right, like some kind of Bond villain and then slowly opened the drawer. In the way back stuffed into a particularly janky balled up sock was his most prized possession. Perhaps that is not the correct way to think of it. He has a few prized possessions - ring that matched one worn by his sister that has their twinspeak names engraved inside, a teeny, tiny hat that he’d bought in the hospital gift shop that had still been way too big for his little angel Hope, and the necklace that Rose had given him for Christmas. But this… actually these since there were two items in the sock. He looked around again and hid the items from view as he unwrapped them.

Chucking the sock away in the hamper he was left with the symbols of what he prized most in his hand. In one he held a beautiful delicate claiming collar custom made by the most talented jewelry designer in New York. The other was a ring sent to him by Rose’s Mother. A ring… the ring he would propose marriage with. The moment when he would be able to stop hiding them from Rose was coming fast, but for the time being…. Their new home ended up being the highest shelf in the kitchenette that was over Rose’s head and only contained a boxed bottle of 25 year-old scotch. His Bijou didn’t seem to like scotch very much and the box even had dust on it. The items were carefully wrapped back up, this time with a handkerchief and hidden in the box with the bottle. Back on the shelf it all went waiting for the day they would no longer be hidden 

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Meme Response #53

Title: List some things you wanted in your childhood but never got?

Author(s): A

Character(s) Involved: Ever Thompson, various npcs

Word Count: 362

Trigger Warning(s): none

Genre(s): third person narrative

Summary: Money can buy you everything, right? 

When Everlasting was five years old he wanted a dog. The family next door had a giant great dane that the children took walking. He also wanted a saddle that he could put on the dog so that he could ride it around the park across the street.

Daisy said dogs were messy. He stomps his foot and cries.  Nanny Eloise says that riding dogs would hurt them. He says sorry and hugs her. He never gets a dog.

When Everlasting was eight he wants a motorized scooter. He saw one on the way to school. The boy riding it had been going faster than the limo which was stuck in mid-town traffic. He looks cooler than cool. Ever wants to be cool.

Linden tells him such things are ridiculous and only the possessions of lower class people. Dahlia hugs him tight and whispers in his ear that she would be too scared he’d get hurt on a scooter like that. He smiles and never asks for one again. He never gets a motorized scooter.

When Everlasting is ten he wants a little brother or sister. He begs and cries and even throws a temper tantrum. His friend Paulo told him that twins don’t count and so Ever isn’t a real brother.

Daisy and Linden don’t even listen to him. Daisy is planning her annual Black and White Ball and Linden is finishing a big deal. Mister Hawthorne the butler takes him firmly by the hand and shows him Dahlia sitting in the big picture window sniffling and wiping at tears. He runs to her and hugs her tight. Dahlia is the only sister or brother he ever needs. He never gets another sibling.

There are many things that Everlasting gets. His parents are wealthy beyond description. So just about every toy and gadget that he asks for he gets. There are things he doesn’t get too, but none of those things matter. They are just things and whims of the moment. What Ever gets is so much more important. He gets Dahlia, Nanny Eloise, and Mister Hawthorne. He gets people who guide him and teach him and help him to grow.