#thread: theodore

[youllalwaysbemyporcelain]

@devilsmenu

Alvin knew the person in front of him was familiar. He couldn't shake the feeling that this was his brother. "Theodore? Please tell me you're Theodore?"

[kristcffxflynn]

⛳️ - our muses go play minigolf together // @thecdcredubancwski​

“I have to admit, I’ve never really been one for sports and this is just affirming why that is.” Kristoff commented, trying not to let himself become too frustrated when it took him more shots then he would have liked to get the ball into the hole. “You could have picked a slightly more thrilling game, like darts?”

[clarissa--evans]

Clarissa found herself nervously tapping a key card against the palm of her hand, earthy hues burning into the door she stood in front of Crown House. She couldn’t be sure how long she had stood her for - seconds, minutes, hours - but if the look of the staff cleaning the empty rooms was an indication, it had become an unhealthy amount of time. It had been a couple of days now since she found this key. The day following the news of Rose, Clarissa had opened up her store to find an envelope had been slipped under the door at some point the night. Upon opening it, the familiar script of Theodore had met her - I haven’t given up on us -   and a key card belonging to Crown House with the room number he was staying at.  She had stood there - much like she was now - for a lengthy period of time, both stilled by sheer shock and overwhelming sadness. The note only served as a reminder of how jilted Theodore and Clarissa had become and while she hadn’t given up on them either, it was shocking to see this from Theodore. 

So, with another heavy sigh, Clarissa moved once more to use the key but hesitated again. Completely in her own world, she missed how one of the B&B’s staff members sighed at her indecisiveness again. Teddy and she hadn’t spoken since the day she had called him regarding Rose; a far cry from how inseparable they had been even a month ago. But the time apart had allowed her to ruminate over their fight. Maybe, Clarissa mused, she had been a little too defensive with her lover. Coming back from LA was a huge thing for Theodore and Clarissa should have been more open to talking this out with him but she hadn't been able to help the walls that had been built around her. She was too scared to hand him over her heart and have it broken again. She wouldn’t survive another heartbreak from the man she so desperately loved. But still, she hadn’t given up on them either and though they had a lot to work out, Clarissa wanted to try and fix things with them. Mind made up to really try and talk to him today, Clarissa finally used the key and opened Theodore’s door. She stepped inside and closed the door behind her. Nervously, she walked further into the suite style room, wringing her hands as her eyes scanned the room until her gaze befell on her lover. “Hi,” She breathed, allowing a soft smile to touch her lips. Her chocolate hues took him, truly looking him over for the first time and noticing aspects she hadn’t when he had appeared at her house.  He looked as tired as he had the first night back, dark circles still contrasting deeply against the bright blues of his beautiful eyes. His face still haunted and worn - Clarissa was almost positive he had lost weight. But most of all, Clarissa felt relieved to see him again, the hole in her chest aching just a little bit less now that she was in his presence, even if they were still at odds. “I...got your note and I..haven’t given up on us either so I came to talk.” She sighed, a defeated small shrug lifted her shoulders, trying to show him that she truly hadn’t come here to fight. Clarissa wanted to work this out with him - to connect once more. “And I wanted to see if your were okay, you know, because of Rose.” // @teddyfinch

[rose-harmon]

Rose placed her credit down on the sink with a trembling hand and stared at the two clean-cut lines of blow. It had been a week since she last did this. Since Nik had caught her and she had sworn to herself that it wouldn’t happen again. But throughout the years, Rose had grown to know that any promises she made to her self were empty. Especially when it came to this.  Her hand shook and her breath was unsteady; she questioned herself for the first time in the whole evening. There is still time to turn back. But before Rose could make a decision to fall again or ignore the insatiable itch that grew within her, there was a loud knock that rang through her apartment. She wasn’t expecting anyone and Marley was working a shift so she was more than a little startled. Taking one last glance at the cocaine, Rose shook her head and grabbed her crutches, suddenly thankful for the distraction, and made her way to the front door. 

Upon opening the door, Rose felt all of the color drain from her face, her skin went ice cold. On the other side were two people she had sworn off for the rest of her life. The reason, Rose often believed, that she was as screwed up as she was. They were the only people on this planet who should have loved her and protected her and cared for her unconditionally but instead, they had cast her aside, starved her of love and affection. Hated her. Staring back at her ashen face were Matthew and Stacey Harmon, Rose’s parents. The pair she hadn’t seen or had any form of contact with since she ran away at seventeen. “W-what are you doing here?” It was the only sentence she could mutter their way but before she could gather her bearings and rightfully ask them to leave, she was all but forced aside as Matthew stepped in followed by Stacey, the heels of her stilettos clicking coldly against the wooden floors of Rose’s apartment. 

“We got a call from the hospital when you overdosed.” Her mother’s voice cut through the silence, her cool eyes gazing around her small apartment in distaste. She definitely wasted no time and cut straight to the chase, not bothering to sugar coat anything. “So... on top of it all, you’re a drug addict?” The words were cold, meant to slice her to the core and they accomplished their purpose. Rose felt the familiar ache of her parent’s disapproval, their distaste for her sear through her, flashing unwanted memories of her childhood.  A lump knotted in her throat and suddenly, Rose felt like she was five again, being chastised for bringing attention to herself after some big social gathering they had held. She was meant to fade into the walls. God, she hadn’t felt like that in years. It was the very reason that everything she did, she did it in a big way. Needing to not be invisible. “It’s not like that...I was...I was clean.” Her father scoffed, eyeing her before shaking his head. “It doesn’t surprise us really. You’ve always been like this, Rosemarie. Irresponsible. Problematic.” Rose gripped with white-knuckle strength onto the handles of her crutches, casting her eyes down in shame. It was true, she had always been a loud and problematic kid but it was only ever to gain some sort of reaction from her parents, especially after they made Elizabeth leave. “So, what? You overdose? What else are you involved with? What’s it’s going to cost us to keep whatever mess you’re involved with quiet?” It dawned on her then, as her father spoke, that they held no concern for the fact that they had just discovered their daughter was involved with drugs. Potentially to a very dangerous degree considering they were called for her overdose, but still, all they cared about was whether it was going to fire back on them. “Is that why you’re here? To cover up your daughter messing up again? After 10 years, that’s all you care about?” Rose asked, her face contorting in pain though she should have guessed. It wasn’t any different than it had been in the past. Her mother stepped forward again, licking her lips before speaking up. “It’s what we have always had to do with you. And it’s for the best, isn’t it Rose?” A delicate eyebrow raised in question and Rose could only look away, heat flooding her as her stomach twisted painfully. What had she ever done to earn so much of their hate? “That’s why you left home. It was the best thing for all of us and you know it but now that you’ve resurfaced it, and contacted us, we assumed it was for money or something of the sort.” Rose shook her head, a fire starting to burn within her. “I didn’t ask for you to be contacted. I would have rather you didn’t know.” She retorted, fighting back for the first time since the initial shock of their arrival took over. Her parents exchanged a look of mild confusion for a moment before looking back at her. “We would have preferred that too. As long as you won’t be a problem for us, we’ll leave and pretend this didn’t happen.” It was the most direct they had ever been about how they felt regarding her and though she had always known how unwanted she was in her parents’ eyes, it was a tough hit to bear. Before she could find her voice, the door to her apartment was opened. // @teddyfinch

[youllalwaysbemyporcelain]

@devilsmenu

Morph knocked on his friend's door, waving when he opens, going right in. "Theodore! Hi! I brought a game to play!"

[youllalwaysbemyporcelain]

@devilsmenu (for a random starter)

Sprig gasps when he sees Theodore. "Whoa! We could be twins. This is the coolest thing ever."

[clarissa--evans]

For the better part of a the last ten years of Clarissa’s life, she had become used to sharing the bed with with someone. For almost seven years, it had been Christian and then it had been Theodore. Though both men were distinctly different – Christian used to sleep all the way on the other side of the bed while Theodore seemed to want to hold her whenever he could – she had gotten used the feeling of warmth in the bed with her. When she woke on this particular morning, that was her first clue that something was off. Theodore’s arm around her waist was missing. Sitting up on the bed, Clarissa rubbed the sleep out of her eyes and took in her surroundings. She was alone and she felt strange, something wasn’t right. Even with Theodore’s crazed film schedule or his nights out with his crew or Rose, he still usually made it to bed before she even woke up.

Frowning, she got out of bed and padded her way downstairs with her phone in her hand. The worry that had gripped her eased slightly when she caught sight of her lover sprawled on the living room couch, Fig curled on the floor next to him. She approached her loved ones and glanced over the back of the sofa. Though she couldn’t help but wonder what had caused him to sleep here instead of upstairs with her – there was sure to be some crazy story  – Clarissa was more relieved that he had made it home okay after all. Bending over, she ran her fingers through his golden-brown hair and pressed a kiss to his temple before pulling the blanket he had used last night to cover more of his torso.

Once satisfied, she clicked her tongue at Fig, motioning for him to follow her into the kitchen for his breakfast. It had grown to be a normal routine by now, feed Fig while she made coffee for herself and Theodore. As Fig ate his meal – more so gobbled it down – Clarissa poured herself a mug of the freshly brewed coffee. She was about to place the pot back when she heard the rustling of Theodore waking up in the lounge. Shaking her head with a soft smile, she pulled another mug down from the cabinets and served him a cup too. “Good morning, sleepy head. Crazy night with Rose, again?” She asked, amusement coating her words as she took a seat at the kitchen table, placing his mug at the space next to her. Her chocolate gaze settled on her lover, watching with a twinkle in her eyes as he moseyed over to her and decided to tease him some more. “I can’t believe you let me sleep alone last night.You even took Fig away from me.”

[clarissa--evans]

Christmas had come faster than Clarissa was able to believe. It seemed like only days prior she had first moved into the small town of Crownsville, not knowing a single soul. It was such a striking contrast from where she was now. Around her lay open gift boxes and wrapping paper along with a few of the gifts they had managed to open thus far. 

Clarissa and Theodore probably would have been done opening their presents, but they continually were distracted with simply enjoying the affections between each other.  Soft Christmas music was playing in the background but was drowned out by the sounds of their joined joyous laughter. Clarissa couldn’t remember the last time she had felt so at peace, so enamored and so special. 

Reluctantly, Riss parted from their kiss with a sigh and pressed their foreheads together, their noses rubbing affectionately together. There was nothing more peaceful than being held by her lover this way, cradled in his lap as they stole kisses from each other. The sound of her cell phone beeping broke the stillness of the room. She didn’t have to check it to know it was Gyda letting her know that she had just dropped off No-Name in the garage as they had planned. Excitement coursed through her as she was finally about to be able to give Theodore the gift she had been dying to give him. The one thing she knew he had craved his entire life. “I have one more gift for you.” She said and pressed another sweet kiss to his lips, smiling gleefully against them. “Wait here.” Rissa shifted so she could lift herself from his embrace, excitement causing her to bite her bottom lip as she walked away from the living room.

@teddyfinch