#glyceren

[hydroxise]

“Can we just stay in here a while? Just you and me?”

the memest

He’s lucky Tyler is here. He’s been fired from one job for general mischief and the last theatre he was at got rid of their projector, a hulking machine broken down for parts, parts with little use in anything else. There’s the resentment of attachment. Fragmented. The disorganised nature of the disposal is something he’ll talk about if he’s in a good mood in the morning. 

They missed each other in the day, and the desired attention is drawn away as he lights his cigarette, lets a plume of smoke weave its way up to the tobacco-yellow ceiling. ‘There’s noone else here. What am I gonna say, no?’

[hydroxise]

5, 35, AND 42: how does he actually REALLY feel about jack and their relationship? 👁

character development

5. How do they dress? What styles, colors, accessories, and other possessions do they favor? Why?

Thrift store couture baby! Always wears at least one red garment. Enjoy this moodboard (this is one outfit):

35. How and why do they internalize knowledge? What effect has that had on them?

Tyler’s knowledge is on the whole almost trivial. He knows a little bit about a lot of almost-pointless things and enough to sound smart. He seems intelligent because he’s decisive, direct and his confidence never wavers. He will often pick up things he hears or reads and use them as if they were his own.  Everything comes through a filter and he skims the best bits off the top.

42. how does he actually REALLY feel about jack and their relationship? 👁

Their relationship has definitely been through nearly every iteration on a bell curve from fondness to contempt. He enjoyed himself when it was just the two of them and everything was new, given that Jack’s mood impacts his own; his ideas and urge for something greater wouldn’t let him rest. He would rather have pulled him along than have him pull away, as having Jack around means possibility. Marla obviously complicated this to a degree. Now, Tyler hasn’t really settled but if Jack is trying to do something about his life, Tyler will have to as well and everything old might be new again.

[hydroxise]

“Stay outta my head.”

meme night

Is it too much of an advantage, no fun? There’s little left for his interest, leftovers and subconscious functions. False memories of filled time, a perspective on Tyler himself like a closed circuit video. Neither of them would have gotten this far if he’d been so insatiable. Vulture-picked the whole corpse.

‘I should thank you, man,’ Tyler says, starting a slow sidestep closer, one hand in the pocket of his fur coat, ‘you could’ve realised a whole lot sooner.’

[hydroxise]

“Make sure you get a piece of this cheese.”

can’t remember this meme

Tyler in his waiter’s whites, miraculously free of stains until he drags a long calligraphy line of black cherry and raspberry coulis from his chest to his hip, wiping his fingers clean. 

He’s looking at a small cube of Andean goat’s cheese at the summit of a stack of thinly sliced fruits and vegetables: cucumber, apple, artichoke and fennel. White on green on the golden beige of some handmade graham cracker. There must be two hundred or more of these morsels on silver serving platters, ready to be delivered to waiting mouths. Minus one that has already been eaten.

He wrinkles his nose, screwing his face up until he manages to loose an explosive sneeze over the canapés, the splash zone reaching to the very last tray. Wiping his nose on his sleeve, from the cuff to the elbow, Tyler says, ‘think I’m good.’

[rekant-a]

"you’re only as healthy as you feel." @ jack

Taxi Driver

‘ You feel healthy? You don’t look healthy. ’  And neither does she, really, half asleep on the table and inadvertently moving the pieces of their not-yet-started game of checkers. She’s already started drooling on the cheap, hospital-provided checkerboard - it’s old, worn, and she’s probably not the first to have done so. The thought of that makes her bolt upright, where she stays for a few seconds until she’s slumping back down again, letting her chin rest in the palm of her hand. At least that’s sterile.  

‘ I don’t think that’s really - real. Aren’t you just - as healthy as you are. As healthy as they say we are. Maybe you just need another, ’  she waves her spare hand around, bumping the checkerboard so the pieces go flying, all in his direction. She doesn’t scramble to pick them up, or seem to notice that there was a mess made at all. ‘ Another… Some more tests. Find out what’s wrong. Really, really wrong. Or maybe you just need a - uh, a good night’s sleep, like, ’  she yawns, tilts her head so that it’s her cheek being held up by her hand. Her eyes droop, and she fights to keep them open,  ‘ like, that’s all I need, too. ’

[hydroxise]

“I was being theatrical.”

no longer accepting

The joke does not land. Tyler’s smile is rueful, humourless. 

‘No shame in admitting you took a dive,’ which he did, ‘the instinct is to avoid it, the fist flying at your face. Boxers do it. They get all chewed up and then they stop wanting to be what they are, no better than dancing bears. Disappoints me that you didn’t use it. You didn’t tap out, you didn’t yell. You just lay there and played possum.’

[hydroxise]

“You two enjoy each other.” abt YOU KNOW WHO

no longer accepting

It’s audible, the need for the conversation to end, the flat full stop at the end of that statement. ‘We do, we truly do,’ Tyler says, seeing the opportunity to have the last word.

[acidnitrate-blog]

@glyceren.

marla cleans up to come visit. she doesn’t swipe on eyeshadow with her thumbs before leaving the house, she doesn’t do her hair up into horns. it’s not out of deference to him and what he thinks and what he likes, it’s a precaution. the first time she marched in, floor length snakeskin print trench coat dripping onto the linoleum, the orderlies spared no evil eye. they’re just underpaid enough that lurching at guests in the off chance they might secure a fat finder’s fee for admittance is a real possibility. eccentricity is a thin but viable cause. god forbid they find the time to actually administer her a neuropsychological evaluation. even now, in slacks that’ve only been worn once to a job interview, she swears someone in scrubs was just frothing at the mouth. their wages have probably dropped below minimum. budget cuts or some shit. 

        ‘ i brought you a brand new pack of cigarettes but they found it in my waistband and threw the whole thing in the trash. ’ she moves her hands from the table to her lap and back again. it’s still hard to know what to do with him, the only easy approach is to stop thinking. ‘ you look bad. better than before, but still bad. ’