#troyconvo

[simplyindierp]

@purests​

it’s another restless night for troy, but it’s different, this one carries him out past the gates of his mansion and down the the nearby docks. it feels very much like a dream. it seems familiar as he wanders towards the water and hangs his legs off the side staring into the murky water. familiar, all of it seems familiar but it can’t be, he’s never been here before he decides. it reminds him of a dream he once had when he was little.

a small nine year old wandering along the docks and playing on them in the late evenings and early mornings with another young boy. it was just a dream, an imaginary friend. reece he had called him. for of course a boy as isolated as troy would have nothing but an imaginary friend. and he became his best friend, and he had relied on him. 

that was before tony told him to snap out of it. he wasn’t real. and troy forgot about him, forced himself to forget about him. and back here it was reminding him of that bittersweet memory which he had seemingly forgotten. 

[tattertontoys]

@carrieonmywaywardmun

troy rested his chin on his hand as the business talk swirled around him. he didn’t understand why his brother forced him to come when he knew troy wouldn’t speak up, and would simply just watch from the side anyways. he was the tatterton brother who was taken less seriously. troy wasn’t someone to be ignored though. he had gone to college when he was fourteen, even though he didn’t need to. he knew his life was in toy making. but he had gotten a degree quicker than most, deeply focused on his studies rather than the social aspects of college. after he headed straight for the workshop, making the meticulously crafted toys for the company.

troy shifted uneasily in his seat catching his brother’s eye telling him to sit up straighter and get his elbows off the table. troy sighed and sat up eyes glancing over when someone asked him if he agreed with something. “yeah,” troy answered half-heartedly. troy’s eyes darted across the table from him to david. he’d known him his whole life, and had looked up to him when he was younger, much in the way he had looked up to his brother, always wishing he could be more vocal and comfortable with all this like they were. 

[gothicxhorror-blog]

troy laid on his stomach in the cabin peering down at his book paging through it. ever since he had come out to his older brother and his wife his life had be dismal. first they had ignored him and treated him coldly and now they had sent him to some sort of pray away the gay camp. troy toyed with the cross around his neck and sighed heavily. the door opened then and in the doorway came a male looking quite odd to him. his eyes tracked him watching as he threw his bag on the bed next to his.