List of threads to be archived if I don’t hear back from you in a fortnight
[[ I’m trying to get things cleaned up before I go on vacation in two weeks and since I’ve been sick and finally have energy, I want things settled before I sink into another flare...
[[Archived does not mean dropped, it means I’m moving them to a private thing on the rp tracker until I hear back if it’s dropped or not. I’ll probably check on this in a month or two and then decide to drop things.
[[If you simply just don’t have the time right now, let me know, I’ll wait.
[[if you lack the muse, let me know, I’ll wait.
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What mystery pervades a well! son-xfthesea
Parsley, Sage, Rosemary and Thyme- wanderlostnotwanderlust
Grandmother's House- deadnotdeparted
Which Way is the Witch- maggiethemaid
Cover Story- dragevenn
The World may end in fire- firelordhans
I dwell in Possibility – A fairer House than Prose- impawsiblegar
Jack had been searching non stop, looking to the note constantly as he searched the hotels on the edge of town. White hair, green eyes, they had to be here, how hard was it to find someone with white hair?! It stood out for Tsar’s sake!
Just when he was ready to give up and try some other area, he spotted it, zipping down quickly and landing nearby. He didn’t want to startle the guy too much.
Dusting himself off, he stepped out in front of him, head up.
School was finally out for the season, and summer break was underway. In his high school years, Jamie would have already been on his way to the lake with his friends, or whisked away to some never-before-visited beach with Jack, or attended at least a dozen "School's Out!" parties. But now just finishing his first year of college, and living on his own more often than not, the young man had bills to pay (and he couldn't live off his mother's savings or father's inheritance forever).
He applied to a multitude of odd jobs before finally landing a position on the one he set his heart on the most - Starbucks barista. It was tricky at first, learning what ingredients went into what beverages, but it didn't take long to get the hang of it. Nevertheless, his supervisor saw him better suited for closing shift. Had she not, Jamie would not have gotten the opportunity to meet him.
Though the place wasn't officially closed that night, the brunet had pretty much shut everything down and was wiping tables the moment he spotted a flash of white hair approaching the door. Presuming it to be his lover, Jack, he waved over and called out, "I'll be done in a few, bae. You can chill, I just gotta finish some things up, then we can head home."
"Is that how you greet all of your customers?"
Jamie gasped, looking up from the table to meet the gaze of piercing emeralds. Definitely not Jack. "S-sorry, sir! Thought you were someone else! We usually don't get customers this late..." He shoved his towel into his apron, rushing behind the counter to the register where he asked, "What can I get for you?"
The albino stranger rolled his eyes as he stepped closer to the counter and proceeded to study the menu. "I don't usually come to these kinds of places...Do you even offer real coffee?"
Jamie quirked a brow. "Yeeeaaahh...'cept not really at this hour. Unless you want to wait longer than it takes to make a frappe."
The older man grunted, biting his tongue in distaste. "No thanks." Well, he went all the way there - might as well buy something. "What do you recommend?"
"Double Chocolate Chip Frappuccino, personal favorite."
"...What's the price?"
"$4.75 for a regular."
"That's ridiculous!"
"You're telling me."
Jamie glanced down, noticing the man's left foot was already pointed to the door. No way he was letting him walk out with his pay! But then...The teen had been there; he could sympathize. "Wait - are you handicapped in anyway? Are you a vet? Military? Cop, maybe?"
At that, emerald eyes widened with interest. "Oh...yeah!" Reaching into his jacket pocket, he pulled out his badge and flashed it proudly at the boy. "Detective, actually."
"Well, lucky you!" chimed Jamie, punching the order in. $2.50: the machine read.
Ah, what the hell.
"For that, you’d owe me $1.50!"
The man chuckled, digging out his wallet and handing the barista the proper amount. "That, I can do!"
"Awesome~." Turning around, Jamie grabbed a Sharpie and a 'grande' cup. "Your name, officer?"
"Arago."
Ever since he began working, Jamie had made it his signature by intentionally misspelling the names of teenage girls on their cups in order to ruin Instagram shots. It was only by habit that he wrote 'Oregano' in the name space before continuing to prepare the detective's drink. "And just so you know, it is worth the original 4.75."
"Oh, really?"
"Yep! Especially how I make 'em! You're gonna love it, I promise. Plus, if it's a long night you're in for, it'll give you the energy you need."
Arago gave him a smirk. "You better be right, or else I want my money back."
Jamie snorted, "I think I can live with that." A minute later, he was topping it off with whipped cream and a second pump of chocolate syrup. "That should do it," he said, handing it to Arago with a straw.
The albino spied it curiously for a second before pushing in the straw and taking his first sip. The teen watched excitedly as the others eyes lit up with amazement.
"Weeeeelll~?"
"...Wow."
"So does that mean I'll be seeing you in the future?"
Arago inhaled another mouthful and snickered, "So long as I'm a detective - or even around, for that matter."
It was then Jamie realized his accent. Must be an overseas mission.
The man waved and made his way to the exit. "I'll leave you to finishing up. Thanks a lot for the frappe - have a good night!"
"Hey, no problemo, officer!" The brunet responded, going back and re-cleaning everything he had just used. "Goodnight! And stay safe out there!"
And that was that.
Arago hadn't noticed the nickname on his cup until he went to throw it out sometime later, smiling fondly at the fleeting memory of that quirky Starbucks boy. Then, he went about his business.
Jamie thought a little while on what could have brought an English detective to his tiny town of Burgess. Into his workplace, nonetheless. It was entertaining to ponder his possible ventures, but ultimately, pointless. And that was okay.
By the end of the week, Jamie likely would have forgotten the encounter without someone prompting him to remember it.
A nervous look appeared on his visage as
he slowly opened the door to the nurse’s office,
clearly not looking forward to Recovery Girl’s
daily scolding. His quirk was hard to control; he
had always broken some sort of bone within his
body. “Um... Excuse me”, he lowly whispered,
walking into the room, awaiting for what was to
come.
Send hugs for a description of how my character hugs your character.
Hugging Arago is like running a gauntlet full of death. It’s exhilarating and exciting and oh so rewarding at the end.
It starts off with a gentle touch on his forearm, or if he’s in short sleeves, his shoulder, to warn him you see. She wants a hug, the touch says, because it’s a very specific touch that usually involves some sort of tugging on his shirt. I want a hug now. And he usually complies. He’s a giant cuddlebug, you know.
After that, it’s her pretty much walking into his arms and wrapping her arms around him and between his shirt and his jacket. It’s close and comfortable and warm. Of course, the whole inability to touch skin without burning herself does pose a problem as to where to stick her head. They’re close enough in height that she’s always tempted to just tuck her face against his neck- but then face burns are unpleasant and he’d get too flustered after that to let her hug him again. She still, without fail, always starts heading that direction though only to stop and change direction, putting her pointy, pointy chin on his shoulder and giving him a good squeeze as she greets him from his travels or asks him to stay a little longer, please.
If she’s lucky, he hugs her back, wrapping his arms around her as well, although he always holds back for fear of hurting her, which is silly. But she’s working on some spells to fix that. It’s been a few years, but eventually she’ll get something that can handle Brionac’s power without frying minutes later. Eventually. But for now, it’s hugs that last too long and are too warm and are a smidge uncomfortable because there’s too much caution and awareness of where bodies are and too little carefree affection. Still, he gives some pretty good hugs.
