#therapcn

[duskfloret]

「 @therapcn / it’s time 」

「 ⊗ 」 A couple days after his conversation with Pyrrha, Kyr found himself on one of Pat’s couches, Catroclus in his lap as he played with the feline, while Pat sat on the other studying. Every so often, the blond glanced in the younger’s direction. He should say something soon, right? Was there a proper time and way to tell Pat how he felt? When he asked Pyrrha, she’d just shrugged and told him to do it, which... was not very helpful, to say the least. But he supposed she meant to do it whatever way felt most comfortable. “Hey, Pat,” he started. And though he wasn’t a nervous guy, he still found himself making more eye contact with the cat rather than the person he was addressing. Feelings were weird. “I think I’m kinda in love with you.” 

[aulisdeer]

@therapcn Iphi’s not here to torment Patty for once

“ Patty! ” There’s yelling to be heard through the apartment door, before the girl lets herself in, precariously balancing a tray of sweets on one arm as she twirls into the apartment. “ I have cookies! And cake balls! Take your pick, birthday boy! ” There may or may not be edible glitter and/or gold foil on everything. Iphigenia won’t admit it, but she was too proud to call and ask what Patty’s favorite flavor was... so she made a little bit of everything. Chocolate, vanilla, red velvet, white chocolate, peanut butter, Oreos... 

She also did not call before arriving. 

[malintxntions-a-blog]

@therapcn​ Liked for a starter!

       Gillian stared at the other’s face for a solid five seconds before making a comment, “Your face is strange looking but surprisingly interesting. I wonder why. You seem pretty mundane.”

[tulipedkisses]

@therapcn

‘ S’not INAPPROPRIATE to sleep with someone twice my age. BEAUTY is ageless !!’

[duskfloret]

It’s standard practice to talk about boys while painting a person’s nails. ↳ for @therapcn !!

“Pat’s such a great guy,” Pyrrha summed up at the end of her story about something nice Pat did the other day, and Kyr listened intently as he watched her file his nails with careful precision. If teaching didn’t work out for her, she could make a solid career of being a beautician: he didn’t often see anyone as good at hair and makeup as her. Off the top of his head, he could only think of one person better at it. “Honestly, I’d date the heck outta that guy. Well, I mean, I wouldn’t, but I’d be happy for anyone who gets the chance. And stab them if they treat him badly.”

Kyr nodded his agreement. “Pat deserves someone who appreciates how great he is.” The corners of Pyrrha’s lips quirked up at his statement, but he couldn’t put a finger on why. Did he say something funny? He could never tell with her.

“Anyone who doesn’t appreciate him is wrong. A heathen, truly. And you know what we do to heathens.”

“What do we do to heathens?”

Casually, as though talking about the weather, she replied, “Think viking funeral but while alive.”

That sounded unpleasant, but honestly, anyone who mistreated Pat deserved even worse. Viking funerals were a good starting point, though, and Pyrrha could surely think of something more painful later. Maybe nailing the person to the boat before setting them on fire? He’d be sure to suggest it if the time for it ever came. “Sounds reasonable. Someone would have to appreciate Pat at least as much as I do for them to be acceptable.” A pause as he blinked. “Or... as much as we do, rather.”

“I think the first is probably more accurate.” Pyrrha laughed a bit, setting down the file and picking up a bottle of polish. As she started painting his first nail, she added, “You seem to appreciate him the most out of anyone, at least.”

Even he could tell that the statement was loaded, and it left him confused as to what she was trying to say--or ask? Well, only one way to fine out. “What do you mean?”

She looked up from her work and met his gaze. For a moment, she appeared to debate on whether or not to elaborate before she settled on, “Do you like him?”

Kyr expected some sort of joke in response, but her tone, for once, sounded serious. Did he like Pat? Well... he couldn’t say he didn’t, and while he hadn’t considered that a possibility before (an explanation for the warmth he felt around him, how much he enjoyed the casual affection between them, how comfortable he was with him), it certainly made sense now that he heard it. Maybe it should’ve been more obvious sooner, but he’d never been very in touch with his feelings. “Yeah, I guess.”

“You guess,” she repeated with a snort, rolling her eyes as she went back to painting his nails. “Your confidence is inspiring, truly.”

He shrugged. “I’ve just never thought about it.” After all, he doubted he thought even half as much as Pyrrha did on any given subject. “So... I tell him, right?”

“I might stab you if you don’t.”

If Kyr had learned anything over the past several months, it was that Pyrrha had a thing about knives and threatening people with them. And as someone who’d already been shivved once, he’d rather avoid giving her any reason to make good on those threats.

[aulisdeer]

@therapcn is nowhere to be seen, thank artemis

As Iphigenia pressed her face to the glass windows of the coffeeshop, her eyes searched behind the counter for the face of Patroclus - or whatever his name was, now. Relieved to see only less familiar faces, she steps away from the window before swinging the nearby door open, entering the little shop. After ordering her coffee and picking it up, there’s still no sign of the person she’s trying to avoid - so safe on her laurels, she sits down at a corner table, settling in to finish her Iliad reading.

[duskfloret]

"we were meant for each other as if it was written in the stars above.”

                                                     kyros / patroclus ; @therapcn

[duskfloret]

「 @therapcn / receives a gift! 」

「 ⊗ 」 Ah, what a lovely day to be outside! The birds chirped, the sun beat down, a nice breeze blew. Kyr enjoyed going for walks on such days, but that day, he stumbled across a problem: a cat stuck in a tree. Less than a second after noticing the poor animal’s predicament, he dropped his bag on the ground and climbed up after it, and that went well until he reached the cat. As he leaned up on the branch, hand outstretched while he cooed at the cat that it’d be fine, it decided that it didn’t want to support his weight--and it broke.

First went the cat, who’d gained the courage to jump down in lieu of falling, and then the branch, which snapped clean off the tree, and then Kyr, who had time to yell, “Watch out!” at the unfortunate person who happened to be walking below the tree at that moment, and he managed to slow his descent by grasping at the other branches before ducking and rolling once he hit the ground. Satisfied that he hadn’t injured himself, he stood up and brushed himself off, grumbling something about that stupid tree under his breath. Then, as an afterthought, he glanced at the person he saw earlier. “You okay there, pal?”