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I AM DITCHING THIS BLOG AND HOPPING OVER HERE. THERE WAS JUST TOO MUCH CLUTTER AND OOC-RELATED THINGS ON THIS BLOG AND IT REALLY STRESSED ME OUT -- THE ONLY REASON I'M NOT DEACTIVATING THIS ONE IS SIMPLY BECAUSE THERE'S A LOT OF GOOD, GOOD MEMORIES OVER THE COURSE OF A YEAR AND A HALF. I WILL NOW BE ROLEPLAYING OVER HERE. HOPE TO SEE YOU THERE.
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i really really wish there was a tumblr roleplay awards so i could get the trophy for biggest douche canoe on this website
✿ — Flattered, Daisy’s golden laugh spills from glossy lips, and she’s putting a hand over her heart to make clear her mirth. ❝Oh, Jay.❞ She croons, in a half-teasing sort of tone. ❝I’m so glad that you can take time out of your undoubtedly packed schedule to come out and see the fireworks tonight.❞ Daisy says fireworks, but she means ‘me.’
Suddenly, her voice s o f t e n s, a s e c r e t meant only for the two of them to know about. ❝I’m thrilled to see you tonight, too.❞
Without so much as a hint of pause, Daisy accepts the cigarette. As glad as she may be, she’s nervous, as if Tom will walk by at any moment and cry ‘adultery' at the two of them. She laughs a little, drawing a lighter from her too-expensive purse. ❝Oh, Tom often is. And I’m sure he isn’t alone.❞ She waves a hand, dismissing that distasteful thought. ❝Sit with me, Jay?❞
Jay will never be able to shake away that schoolboy feeling that makes his heart fleet whenever Daisy speaks. Her voice is made of honey and it rings sweetness, drawling out from between perfect rosy lips. Damn it all, his knees are weak. He doesn’t think he’ll ever feel leveled around her. Even with his trembling hands, hands that shake with overwhelming delight, he still manages to get his lighter to ignite with just one, simple flick.
“ Of course. “
He gladly accepts her invitation, pocketing both his lighter and his cigarette package into the depths of his posh jacket. He keeps the cigarette between firm lips as he settles himself next to her, keeping a wary distance of a couple feet in case Tom was to wander by. Jay just might be grinning little too wide, sapphire eyes unable to detach themselves from her vast splendor.
“ Sorry about the cigarettes –– I ordered a better kind about a week ago and they have yet to arrive at my house. Had to settle for the cheap ones from the drug store. Kind of taste -- no. They really taste terrible. “
[Over the telephone]: ❝So... what are you wearing tonight, Nick?❞
"Er… well, my pyjamas, currently…"
“Yes.” Oh. Should he have said that in a more… suggestive inflection? “I mean…” His tone lowered to a husky whisper. “Yes…?” He felt ridiculous.
Jay couldn’t tell whether this had already become too awkward to bear or not. Both hands had now held onto the receiver, his ear pressed tightly to catch Nick’s low tone on the other end. “Are you --? What would you want me to do with you? If I was there in bed with you…?”
“Shh, c’mere…”
"Don’t. Touch. Me. Gatsby."
"Gatsby if you put one hand on me I swear I will break it now don’t you dare even consider it”
“ Ewing, you know what would happen if you broke my hand. So I’m a little more than sure that you’re not going to. Now come here. We will sort this out. “
“Don’t listen to them. Don’t you EVER listen to them.”
“ I don’t listen to anybody but myself, Ewing. You’ve got to know me better than that. “
“Shh, c’mere…”
"Don’t. Touch. Me. Gatsby."
“ Ewing, please, settle down. You’re over embellishing the situation. Come here. “
“Please, put it DOWN.”
"And if I dont?"
" Do not test me today, Ewing. "
“Please come get me.”
“ Come get you, Nick? Where are you? “
“You don’t have to stay.”
“ No, I don’t have to, Ms. Sweet. But if it’s of no concern, I would really l i k e to. “
❝I just.. really need to have you here, right now.❞
“ Daisy, darling ——— you know I’ll always be here for you — w i t h you. “
Facade Date || Gatsby/Ewing
He could feel himself nearly choke at his question, or offer. Gatsby surely disliked how close they were- and it wasn’ until then that he felt it. It wasn’t what Gatsby had said, or did , thatt let on to his feelings of the subtle intimacy only the words “no touching, no talking” now echoing about in his mind. It made him sick now, realizing what he was doing and forcing himself into happiness and on to another man.
So Ewing moved back a few inches so they weren’t touching. “I was only about to.. say that if… If you’re upset or… something then I would be willing to listen. “ How genuine, and sickening- almost as much as the touching. Ewing gave his best forced smile though no one but God could see while the meaning stayed the same in a facade, and made his tone more smug as usual. “I won’t remember what happened this evening anyway,” Not drunk, only out of choice.
The next morning he would pretend none of this happened and they could go on living normally and irritably.
With that, Ewing turne don his side to face the other wall away from Gatsby, the familiar weight of loneliness beginning to settle. He wanted Gatsby now more than ever, to feel him beside him and not just know of his presence. To be able to smell the subtlty of his cologne from an earlier meeting with someone of importance as he nuzzled into his neck again. Having his arms around Ewing’s waist or vice versa Feel his gentle breaths and fall asleep to the sound of his heart beating.
How disgusting- wanting a man like that. What good would it be to get attached only to have him taken from you- romantically or not.
That’s why Ewing settled for sex. There was no rik in romance during sex, not in his experience as young as he was. Why- the only intimacy he knew of that kind was rushed, forced, and for entertainment and pleasure unlike intimacy. It was done, then you slept and said your goodbyes the next morning. It was the perfect evening- so why did he want more than that with his very own employer?
Ewing turned on his side again, causing a slight bump in the bed’s movement, and opened his eyes to meet Gatsby. With the light peering through the window’s glass, he could make out faint features on him- one in particular being his lips. It only brought back the echoing thoughts of how much he craved his touch and intimacy. He knew it would cost him , but one kiss couldn’t hurt. He needed intimacy more than he’d ever guess and it wouldn’t lead in to anything explicit.
So with another breath, Ewing propped himself up on his elbow and sighed another faint “good night” before allowing himself to press his lips to jays in a soft manner, bringing his hand up to lay on his cheek . After a long moment , allowing his kiss to linger softly with no urging of anything mor ethan a good night kiss, he relaxed back down on the bed. Ewing gulped every ounce of anxiety down, his heart beating rapidly in his chest. He was surely going to be kicked out of the room now, and all he could do was wait.
‘I’d be willing to listen.’
Alright, now there had been something strange with Ewing. Ewing Klipspringer was willing to listen? That thought couldn’t process in Jay’s head. A man that had been so self-centered, so conceited had compassion for other people? No, that wasn’t right. This had to be a dream, and if that were the case: why is he dreaming of this in the first place? Gatsby remained quiet, brows woven with overwhelming misperception.
An enduring inhale, followed by an even longer exhale sounded in the room. A coping method and something for Gatsby to focus on while he tried to sleep. But he couldn’t focus even if it had meant certain death. At the rate he was currently headed, the blond expected to finally get to sleep by at least three in the morning. Not only because of his nomadic thoughts, but because the man next to him couldn’t seem to stop moving around.
Gatsby was about to speak up, to grumble about Ewing’s incessant readjusting when he was hushed by something wholly unaccustomed. A warm, but bizarre sensation. Even with his eyes attuned to the dark, he hadn’t seen the gesture impending itself. Unacquainted lips pressed themselves quietly to Jay’s, lingering for moments. An earnest and gentle hand cupped his cheek carefully, holding him there suspended in the dark. And in moments the warmth was gone. The air was cold again.
He hadn’t realized the tenseness in his body until Ewing had pulled away and even long after he did, he still felt that aching stiffness. His breath caught in his throat, he tried to look for words. Any words. The guilty desire for that warmth again invaded his mind and he had to force the disgusting thought away.
No. You don’t want this. You’re just a lonely old man.
Silence endured as Jay tried to catch up with his rapid train-of-thought. This night had become a lot more than what he’d anticipated. The tingle of his lips finally found the ability to form words, whispering them out into the cool obscurity.
“Wh--Why did you do that?”
Angsty Starters Meme.
“I just really need to have you here right now.”
“Didn’t you see what I did!?”
“Oh fuck. Oh FUCK.”
“Please come get me.”
“Where are you!?”
“I’m coming, just sit tight!”
“Look at me - just breathe, okay?”
“I can’t breathe!”
“You don’t have to stay.”
“It’s all my fault.”
“It’s all YOUR fault!”
“Don’t fucking touch me.”
“Please I just… really need space right now.”
“I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere.”
“I’m gonna be sick.”
“Ever wonder if the world would be better off without you…?”
“I’m sick of being USELESS.”
“You’re not useless.”
“Shit, are you bleeding?!”
“Please, put it DOWN.”
“Shh, c’mere…”
“It’s okay to cry…”
“Don’t listen to them. Don’t you EVER listen to them.”
“I’m not cut out for this.”
“Just leave me ALONE.”
“Please listen to me—”
“You can trust me.”
“Don’t trust me.”
“What happened doesn’t change anything.”
Carey Mulligan as Daisy Buchanan in The Great Gatsby
I can't explain but I want to try There's this image of you and I And it goes dancing by in the morning and in the night time There's all these secrets that I can't keep Like in my heart there's that hotel suite and you lived there so long, It's kinda strange now you're gone
[Over the telephone]: ❝So... what are you wearing tonight, Nick?❞
"Er… well, my pyjamas, currently…"
He wasn’t really… embarrassed. Just surprised. At a loss for his precious words. “No, no, I just…” He pursed his lips, looking around quickly in his empty home. “You start.”
Oh.
That wasn’t the response that Jay had anticipated, his fingers clutching dangerously tight to the phone. He could feel his palm sweating against the once-cool material, his heart suddenly hastening. He readjusted in his seat.
“ Are you—are you in bed right now? ” Gatsby inquired in a low tone, feeling nervous. He doesn’t understand why he even started this. The heat that tiptoed to his cheeks has caused him to break a sweat.
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