ofimpulse:
Now he was truly wishing he would have stayed at home. While he missed Emory something else, he knew standing here with him would only cause issues later. But hell if it didn’t feel good to hold Emory in his arms again. The other’s fingers in his hair melted Noah’s resolve and his hands rested on the other’s waist, holding him a tad closer than needed for this situation but letting it happen regardless. Fingers press into the Emory’s hips, fingertips holding on to soft skin as he’s pulled in closer. Noah misses him too, maybe in different ways- Noah’s always been the sentimental type, the one to miss the past and wish for things how they used to be. So his feelings confuse him, does he miss his ex really or just how things used to be? The comfort of having the other in his arms or does he actually miss the boy? The questions swirl in his head constantly, a nagging siren now that he’s been drinking and holds his ex-lover close. He’s ready to say something but stops when Emory gestures Theo over, giving a nod and letting his hands slip away from the other finally. Keeping an eye on him for a moment to make sure he’s not going to fall over, Noah shakes his head. “I- uh–” Looking off in the distance for a moment, resolve falling quickly again for Emory. “I’m good.” Eyes lift to Theo, giving his friend a small shrug- he doesn’t know what to do right now. Should he walk away from this, leave his confused feelings to be sorted out when he’s not been drinking, if you count a few beers nursed over the night drinking, or if he should just let this play out and see what happens.
@theodoremoon / @embroisie
Theo was having a good time mingling around with the other cast members, spending time with his best friend (though they looked more than that at the time) and drinking way too much. His hair was ruffled, messier than how he had it when he arrived at this party. It wasn’t just his hair that was dishevelled, it was his entire appearance. His shirt loosely hanging off his shoulder, belt on his pants done up loosely at this point. Parts of his mind wander to where Noah and Emory could be- hopefully not together, he knew that history. In the crowd of people, music and loud noise he heard his name be called by someone he knew. Emory’s thick accent gave him away anywhere, a snort from Theodore as he turned around to greet his friend.
However, he was shocked to find it wasn’t just Emory, but Noah too- oh goodness. Theo plays it normal anyways, giving Emory a smile and a small wave. “Y-yeah this is good... all of us.” Eyes flicker to his drink, the cup empty, “I guess I could go for another?” Gesturing his cup up at Noah, he pulls a face as if to ask if the other is sure that they’re good or not. “I can get you another Noah... what do you like? And Em, let’s do a shot. Your choice, my treat.”
@embroisie & @ofimpulse