#starter:theo

[lostintheirmuse-blog]

Text - Theo and

Theo: Is he bigger than me?

[lostintheirmuse-blog]

Text - Theo and

Theo: I may have broken the dish washer.

[efferxescent]

“Okay, just -- don’t go nuts at me, when I tell you this. There are God knows how many hidden cameras set up around this venue right now, and if you start screaming, or slap me, or do anything of any great significance, I can almost guarantee it’ll be on the front page of the newspaper tomorrow.” A long, notably awkward silence passed, Theo eventually breathing out in a soft sigh as any hint of a smile dropped from his face. “Right now, I may or may not have -- three girlfriends. I’d say four, but the fourth doesn't really count, since it was just one kiss. But you -- you know you’re my girl. You know that. It’s just that my mother’s been pressuring me out on all these dates with the daughters of her friends, and I always figured I was too polite to say no, and -- well, here we are. But I’ll break it off. And I've only been officially with you. Haven’t done anything but give the others a kiss or two -- it’s been more like the relationships you have when you’re ten, to be honest.”

[sshesnotafraidd-blog]

Open ;;

El joven recién acababa de salir del centro de estudios donde impartía clases, con una gran cantidad de papeles en sus brazos. Suspiró para sí mismo, puesto que aquél día había recibido demasiada información y su cerebro estaba un poco saturado, así como necesitado de aire. Parpadeó varias veces y caminó por el sendero que conducía hacia el exterior, sujetando con una de sus manos sus apuntes, y con la que le quedaba libre, su bastón. Aquél lugar lo conocía a la perfección, por lo que no le costaba demasiado manejarse sin necesidad de usarlo. Sin embargo, su madre siempre le obligaba a llevarlo. Al girar una esquina, una ráfaga de aire hizo que algunos de los papeles se escaparan de sus manos, y rápidamente se inclinó con intención de tomarlos, palpando el suelo a tientas. -- Disculpa.. ¿Me puedes ayudar? -- Comentó con amabilidad al escuchar unos pasos cerca de él, ya que no iba a poder solucionar aquél desastre por sí mismo.

[floralxrecords]

Theo was not obsessed. Eyes flicking to the door every two minutes, instantly looking up to check who'd come into the shop, always hoping it was a specific curly-haired brunette--He was not obsessed. But soon after he'd met the lad,--Jude, was his name--he was hit with muse for his art. And now it'd been a few days, and he was frightened half to death because the lad hadn't responded to his text, and he was desperate to get his muse back. His friends had told him to just let it go, and of course, he was reluctant. But he did busy himself with trying to doodle, and that's what he was doing when he heard the bell overhead the store's entrance ring. Deciding this would be the last time he'd get his hopes up, hazel eyes glanced up--And who could it be but Jude. A smile flooded his face, and he waved him over. "Y'know, I think you stole my muse."