#rp: thread

[borealiis]

@aegnite

when auburn and noel had been called in for some parent-teacher meeting, richard was confused. he was ahead in his workload and had not been behaving any different. the drive home, they revealed nothing to him and instead acted normal and richard felt just a bit on edge. perhaps it was about his concerto piece and nothing more, so he sat in the backseat and looked out the window at new haven as they drove back. when they returned home, richard decided to nap before dinner and the one assignment he had to complete could be left for after dinner.

the nap was not as restful as he wanted it to be. still, he felt restless and tired and wiped at his eyes. his eyes darted to the coin, one he got as a young boy: a gift from his father. a good luck charm. richard rubbed his eyes and sighed--the nightmares were back and getting worse. no good luck charms could change that.

there was a slight knock on the door, and richard looked up at that. he blinked at the door once, twice before he called, “you may enter.” auburn came in and richard remembered, suddenly, about the meeting. perhaps it was not about his concerto. 

[poensoror]

@marvoile

he was going to go back to boston today, he even told dion that last night. gave him a goodbye hug and everything. he was NOT going to stay in new haven, he had an overpriced apartment in back bay that got mice every winter because you can’t just fill water with mud, call it land and have people live there and not expect that to happen, boston. but that was what he said. he left the house to go to that le roque, deux place for coffee since apparently there were no dunkins in new haven (which was bound to happen the way that chain was a cancer in the northeast). however. however, what really happened was that both his car keys and car were gone and somehow dion was absent.

the prick.

so, he opened the Prick’s apartment door and called in, “dion, you’re an insane person and also wicked annoying--where the fuck are my keys? and my car?” he did hate how well he assimilated into bostonian life that he has the Accent, but that was an immortal life for you. he walked more into the giant ass condo and when he saw a figure on the couch, he paused and froze. he tensed up upon seeing the person, the one person he had been avoiding pretty well because. well. he fucked her entire life up.

“....you’re. not dion.” was his Smart and Accurate words upon seeing her. he immediately regretted his annoyed tone from before. in all the ways he imagined seeing her, annoyed was not the way he wanted to present himself. automatically, his posture changed and he hunched just a bit, but kept his distance, up against the doorway from dion’s parlor. “you’re iunia. hi. this is---awkward. i should....go?” if she didn’t want to talk to him, he would leave. he’s been trying to do That all day.

[athensborn]

another hello, nice to meet you

sia / @enthusiastiics

dion, when he heard from nor that one of her children had lived thorughout the centuries felt happy for his sister that she had this person she thought lost back, worried because there were many feelings that such a thing came with (the thing: immortality, the Big Thing), also more worry because what could or would happen as a result and also---excited. he was excited to meet a new addition because well, he always valued family and connections like that. it was no secret. any person who met him and got to know him knew family was important to him. as important as his love of theatre, no maybe, less important than that. even if theatre was one of the (many) things he enjoyed about being immortal. 

still, he knew he had to play it somewhat safe. he didn’t think he would have trouble getting along with his niece, especially after finding out he has frequented her club a few times and held an event there as well as gave it good publicity. however, that was all professional. this---this hangout he organized at his two-floor apartment was personal. the more...personal side of things made him a tad nervous. dion, though, was someone who could work through his nerves nonetheless. he would just have to dial it all back a bit.

as he opened the door, he smiled brightly at theresia severen. “welcome to my not-so humble abode, theresia.” he opened the door widely, allowing her room to enter. “i wasn’t sure how you felt about dogs, so cerberus for now is upstairs. he’s very friendly, could even be described as too friendly.” maybe like his owner, but eh. 

[armectio-blog]

we can just lay down and forget it all

@aegnite

noel had been wanting to ask since the moment he and richard got back from barcelona--he knew auburn like he knew the back of his hand. it was hard not too, considering the time they’ve spent together, the time they’ve spend those moments in love. there were as many highs as lows. and while he could waste time asking her why she didn’t tell him while he was away ... noel wasn’t dumb. he knew why the moment he saw the still fading bags under her eyes. she didn’t want to Ruin the trip.

(in his humble opinion, it would not have ruined it at all. shortened it, perhaps, but that was fine. he could have as much fun with richard anywhere and adding auburn to the mix was not so bad, in fact it always made it better.)

but then also, if she was in a low mood---there is normally some reason for it. if not, that was fine too. noel, in the end, just wanted red to be as safe and happy as fate would give them. he wanted to support her the way she supports him. they were married, after all.

“red.” his voice was soft and he smiled at her. he reached out a hand to her, inviting her for one of his favorite pasttimes: cuddling. “would you do me the honor of being a nice cuddle partner while hallmark movies play?”

[withachanceoflaxus]

but it’s alright

@wingsworn

it had been some time after the war. and lately, because of near death experiences and the like, laxus had been. wondering, thinking even when he tried to ignore it but it came to him at the strangest of times. he found himself gazing at that photograph a lot whenever he was alone, the one that all those years ago his father left him. of laxus and both of his parents. laxus was very young in it and according to the date on the back, he was three. they were all smiling. it was like from another lifetime.

it was the only photo he personally had of his mother. he knew where her gravestone was and when no one else was there to witness it, he would visit it. he attempted to use guild records to get more information on her, because she was an s-class mage. (that was something he knew of her.) but there wasn’t much. which surprised him and annoyed him at the same time. and laxus was not about to ask makarov about her because in the past, whenever he did, it was like talking to a wall. and it annoyed him. 

(the idea of asking his father was laughable.)

which is how laxus ended up here. the forbidden fruit of his childhood was visiting his own grandmother. makarov often told him when he was younger that she didn’t like to be bothered and it was best he avoided her home in the forest, unless she was called upon for injuries. he felt guilty even now with being here, bothering her. it was an old feeling. the photograph was tucked into his jacket, hidden from view and right by his chest. he didn’t know why he brought it with him. surely she knew who he would be talking about. he attempted to come before, but he was told by a strange woman that porlyusica was not around and he should come back later.

that happened three weeks ago.

he knocked on the door and when it opened he said, “i...uh don’t mean to be a bother. i just...have some questions. about...” he paused but he swallowed the stone in his throat and continued. he suddenly felt like a kid than a grown man, maybe it was just because he remembered her mostly as a young child. “about my mom. leona. if it...isn’t a bother.” he had no idea what he would do if she turned him away. maybe put his questions to rest. maybe contact his father, as ill-informed that would be. he hasn’t seen the man in two years.

[borealiis]

@hiemaliis

he had a lot to say to fae, this week started with a low and it looked as if it was going to end on a high and he could feel excitement now. though, he knew ver very well by now and he thought he could give her some slight satisfaction in the acknowledgment she was right. next time, he would make sure that he was correct, but for now: he owed her this.

after school today, they went back to her mansion. roxanna asphodel was at work, it seemed which opened a window. as he palced his bag neatly on the ground next to the couch and sat down, he gave his oldest friend and greatest rival a Look. “i think you would be happy to hear this so, i will say it: you were right. auburn and i had....a talk. and well. i took your advice the whole way through.”

he looked around, evidence of the life ver had made with roxanna asphodel were evident. in the video games that were now neatly put away and labeled. the smell of her flowery perfume lingered still. and there it was: something else. “and...how have you been, ver? considering.” it seemed fair to return the favor. especially now that he Knew.

[borealiis]

@hiemaliis continued from here

richard---if he had been paying more closely attention, if he had been on the top of his game, would have noticed the way fae has paused. the way she seemed to stare not at him, but at the brick wall outside their school. if he was not so TIRED and DISTRACTED, he would have seen this and it would have given him a pause, a thought to wonder and maybe a conclusion: that he and fay were, in some way, both having the similar issues and thoughts on their current ... relationship.

as it is, he did not notice. he was heavily distracted with his hair in curls (it felt like a weight he had back) and the memories, or nightmares, beginning to haunt him. with the itch to run away again---but at least here, his feet were still and his face merely showed his annoyance at himself.

“well. thank you.” he told her and in a moment of self-doubt, he put a hand through his curls as best as he could. “auburn and noel wouldn’t let me stay home today. a betrayal at it’s finest.”