So it ever was. So it will always be.

Tyrion Barton | 50 | Jewelry Designer | Client "I came to reclaim something of mine."

[tyrbarton]

forgotten-cyrus:

Cyrus knitted his brows together .”Another time? When? You’re gone to the casino every other time except now,” he spat bitterly, pulling away from him. “You’ll just forget. Like you forget to leave money for me, or go grocery shopping,” he listed. “Or how you forget special events. You just picked my Christmas present up from your store on the way home from the casino,” he claimed. 

“I won’t forget...” Tyrion whispered, looking away as he downed another glass of scotch. “I’ll make it better. I just need some time, perhaps a little help...”

[tyrbarton]

forgotten-cyrus:

“Check the fridge and cabinets,” Cyrus stated. “I just said I haven’t ate in days, aren’t you worried about that?”

“I am, I’ll just deal with it another time.” he promised and wrapped his arm around Cyrus’ waist. “Which restaurant you want to go to?”

[tyrbarton]

forgotten-cyrus:

“You look ridiculous,” Cyrus admitted truthfully. “Let’s go out to eat. There’s no food in the house. I couldn’t find any money so I couldn’t go shopping and I haven’t ate in days,” he pointed out.

He raised a brow. “There’s food here, but, fine, we can go out to eat.” Tyrion shrugged, not really caring about wearing the ridiculous sweater in public.

[tyrbarton]

forgotten-cyrus:

Cyrus eyed him. “Turn on the ac, then. I bought it for you. Its a Christmas sweater and its Christmas,” he reminded him.

Tyrion sighed and stepped over to the table where the sweater hung neatly on a chair, pulling it on. “How does it look?”

[tyrbarton]

"Hey, uh, Merry Christmas," he said offering a present.

Tyrion smiled and took the present. “You didn’t have to William, but thank you.” he pulled at the ribbon and started to open the gift. 

[tyrbarton]

forgotten-cyrus:

Cyrus headed into the kitchen to get a drink, frowning at the sight of Tyrion… drinking… again. “Where’s your sweater?” he asked him.

Tyrion raised a brow. “The one you got me? It’s a bit too warm in the house at the moment.” he admitted. 

[tyrbarton]

Tyrion knew that Cyrus was probably beyond mad at him, and he had hoped his asset saw his gift. For the moment, he was in the kitchen, fixing himself something to eat and sipping at a glass of scotch while he hummed a vaguely Christmas tune. 

@forgotten-cyrus

[tyrbarton]

Cyrus put the few presents on Tyrion's bed, leaving behind the note before heading back to his own room.

'Tyrion,

You probably won't be home in time to see this. But, Merry Christmas.

Cyrus.'

[tyrbarton]

forgotten-cyrus:

“Your…” Cyrus stopped and looked at him. “You were all over your brother? How is it you’d rather touch your brother than me? He’s family, I’m not supposed to lose in competition to him!”

Tyrion shook his head. “You’re not losing to anyone. It’s not a competition. My relationship with Francis is...complicated.” he admitted. “I do care about you too, Cyrus.”

[tyrbarton]

forgotten-cyrus:

“You know… that guy you were kissing on. Don’t play stupid. Unless you just screw random guys all the time?” he asked bitterly.

Tyrion frowned. “You mean Francis?” he swallowed. “He’s not my boyfriend, he’s...my brother.” he admitted. 

[tyrbarton]

forgotten-cyrus:

Cyrus looked away. “No. But, I figured your boyfriend would be.”

“My boyfriend?” Tyrion raised a brow. 

[tyrbarton]

forgotten-cyrus:

Cyrus shook his head. “You’re not coming back here for a while,” he decided. “Two weeks at least.”

“I can do that.” Tyrion nodded. “What, were you actually worried about me?”

[tyrbarton]

forgotten-cyrus:

“Taking you home,” Cyrus spat.. “Do you even have any idea how long you’ve been gone? You left in the morning – yesterday morning,” he pointed out. 

“It’s been that long? You know these casinos don’t put windows in for a reason.” Tyrion shrugged, collected his remaining money and walked with him out of the casino. 

[tyrbarton]

forgotten-cyrus:

It didn’t take long to find the man once he got to the casino. Hunched over a table, running low on chips and smelling of… whatever liquor he could afford when he ordered it. He walked over to Tyrion and grabbed his cards, not caring if they were winning or losing ones and tossing them out to fold them. “Come on,” he ordered, grabbing Tyrion’s arm to get him up.

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Tyrion looked up at Cyrus when he tossed away his hand and pulled him up. “Cyrus, what are you doing here?” he frowned and gathered his remaining chips to cash out. 

[tyrbarton]

francis-bartondhr:

“Do we need reevaluation on what is personal space?” Francis’ hands coiled, shoulders tensed when the other stepped forward, a bit too close to him.

“Don’t be like that.” Tyrion sighed and stepped closer to wrap his arms tightly around his brother. “I missed you. I could really use some company.” He mused softly, kissing his neck.

[tyrbarton]

forgotten-cyrus:

“Why now? Clients have been hurting me since I got here the first time. Take the time I’ve been here minus the time away – that’s months of guys hurting me and you never cared. What do you want?”

“Because I did not realize what was happening.” Tyrion sighed. “I have been otherwise indisposed as of late.”

[tyrbarton]

forgotten-cyrus:

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“You – You put in a claim for me? Why?!”

“Because I wanted you.” Tyrion admitted. “I don’t want to see another client hurt you.”