daydreaming

vincent oliver rogers. older brother of skye rogers. eighteen & sixth year. ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ class schedule

[scmaximoff]

❝ dreary morning ⋆ vr, sm

[vincexrogers]

scmaximoff:

he sleeps for a good couple hours, uninterrupted and when he wakes finally – from his tummy grumbling in annoyance at him – he’s pleased to note that his headache seems to have faded a little bit during his nap, his head doesn’t seem to be throbbing anymore and he sits up slowly, regretting it immediately and shifting inch by inch to lay back down with a groan. the nausea in his stomach seems to have subsided a bit as well, or enough, to make way for a new sensation there. hunger.

( the nauseous feeling in his head though, now that’s an entirely different story. )

glancing around the room, he catches sight of the bright pink sticky note near his glasses and he turns slowly to reach for it, blinking at the note and the number that’s attached and he really doesn’t know if he wants to take up the offer or not. the bright pink is making his eyes ache anyhow, so he quickly saves the number into his contacts. sebastian literally lays there again, going through the options he has and can take. he can’t call dalena, assuming that she was probably nursing a hangover that’s just as bad – or maybe worse – than his and he can’t call charles, pretty sure that he would be taking care of his sister. he checks the time by squinting at his phone and he whines to himself, closing his eyes. jason was most definitely in class so he couldn’t call him either. olivier scared him so he would definitely not call him. eloise was in class … he would feel weird asking steven or katy or alexa and even after all the options he’s considered, he finds he keeps ending up at the same one.

after a good fifteen minutes and twenty seven seconds later, he finally builds up the courage to text vincent, hoping that his note had been sincere and he wouldn’t feel like he had to take care of some sad, sick kid.  

[ ✉ » vincent rogers ] hi > < um! this is sebastian maximoff? you gave me your number earlier … [ ✉ » vincent rogers ] i’m really sorry to bother you because you said you were going to class but i’m really hungry and i have no one else to ask > < [ ✉ » vincent rogers ] it’s okay if you can’t! > < it’s just … i can’t move without the room spinning > <

It’s reluctantly that he heads to class, much preferring to sit around doing nothing in Sebastian’s room than to sit around doing nothing in class. He pays attention (at least most of the time, he does), but it’s not something he deems as completely necessary. He can just as well learn the lessons from the textbook as from the teacher, and often faster. Sitting in the back of the classroom, by the door, he jerks slightly when his phone buzzes in his lap.

Quietly, surreptitiously, he glances down at his phone, smiling a little bit in surprise. He hadn’t expected the shy boy he’d left to actually text him – Sebastian seemed like the kind of person who would exhaust all other options before resorting to accepting a stranger’s help. Either he’d misjudged the younger male, or Sebastian really hadn’t had any other options.

( sebastian ) hey! you woke up again. i didn’t think you’d actually text me, heh. ( sebastian ) of course i don’t mind. anything specific you want? ( sebastian ) class is actually super boring and thank goodness you’re saving me. don’t move too much!

He slips out of class when the teacher’s attention is averted, planning on pleading an upset stomach should anyone question him, tugging his phone out again to await instructions from his mother figure’s little brother. Sebastian needs him, and since Dalena has never failed to be there, he figures it’s the least he can do. Dalena, after all, doesn’t need his help when she has Charles, so there’s no real way he can repay her but this.

[scmaximoff]

❝ dreary morning ⋆ vr, sm

[vincexrogers]

scmaximoff:

“vincent,” he whispers softly in reply, nodding to himself and it’s familiar, in some strange way, even though he’s sure he’s never actually met the other male until just now. or perhaps the night before, though he’s pretty sure dalena had just asked the other to help him home, or something like that. “thank you vincent,” sebastian murmurs again, blinking up at the blond with half open eyes, and they’re fond and grateful all at once, snuggling under his blankets, letting his eyes close.

he thinks this name will be important, that’ll he’ll need to remember it, and he repeats it in his mind a few times. vincent, vincent, vincent rogers. his forehead is scrunched up, the only thing that’s really peeking out from under his blankets now, completely forgetting about his fourth pillow that he had thrown at the other’s bed, comfortable enough without it – his headache was distracting him from anything that was out of the norm, honestly.

it doesn’t take too long for him to knock out again, eyes fluttering closed as his body relaxes with a few deep breaths, his chest starting to rise and fall gently, steadily. it’s obvious his body is catching up on some much-needed sleep that had been interrupted by the sudden headache, his entire form slack and peaceful, just a curled up lump beneath the covers.

He smiles gently, the glint of gratefulness and sweetness in the other’s eyes making everything worth it, and he just pulls away slightly, letting the other settle down quietly. He has class and other things to do, a room to clean and this room to set in order, and food for both of them – not that food seems to be a priority with Sebastian at the moment, but he’s fairly certain it will be at some point.

Quietly, as Sebastian falls back asleep, he moves, laying the fourth pillow by the other’s side, silent as a ghost. He tidies up the room with surprising grace, his eyes flickering back to the other’s figure every once in a while. When he’s done and Sebastian still shows no signs of waking, he reaches for a Post-It note on the other’s desk.

Seb, I had to go to class, but here’s my number in case you need anything! - Vincent

A small smile crosses his face as he closes the door behind him, striding away from the unfamiliar dorm silently.

[scmaximoff]

❝ dreary morning ⋆ vr, sm

[vincexrogers]

scmaximoff:

he actually whines at the other, feeling an arm around his shoulders and he shakes his head – though that only serves to make his headache a bit worse and he just ends up groaning a little bit because of the motion. motion sickness, perfect, just what he needs. he makes a soft sound when he feels fingers touching his lips and pills slipping onto his tongue, sipping quietly at the water that trickles into his mouth and his hands reach up for the glass, the water seeming to have triggered a reaction as his body finally realizes that it needs water and he takes a few mouthfuls, swallowing about half the glass.

“thank you,” he whispers, leaving a long enough pause after his words to encourage the other to tell him his name and when he doesn’t get it, sebastian pouts slightly. “… what’s your name?” he asks softly, not having a clue as to who the other male in the room is, the one who had been kind enough to get up and look after him and take care of him and he thinks he’ll be forever grate.

( there’s also the plus of not being too uncomfortable around the blond, and that is something that doesn’t usually happen upon a first meeting. )

nodding once to the question, he smiles a little bit for a brief moment, letting his eyes close. too much sunlight reaching his eyes has his brain throbbing once more and he sighs softly, thinking he might go back to sleep or a little bit. he blinks them open again to glance at the other, cool fingers touching his forehead and he lets himself relax. he’s in good hands at least.

He guides the water so that the other can drink easily, holding him gently. When the soft thank you comes, he simply nods, having no idea what the other is waiting for. He expects the other to remember him, at least his name, so when the question,” What’s your name?” comes, his eyes widen in surprise. It’s certainly unexpected, but instead of commenting on it, he simply answers the question, knowing well enough how confusing it gets when nothing makes sense.

“Vincent,” he answers in the same fashion he’d answered last night, “Vincent Rogers.” He chooses not to say why or how he’d come across the other, what they’d done, simply making sure that the other’s blankets are sufficient to block the sunlight from his face. “Go back to sleep, Sebastian.” He says gently, his hands cool on a warm, clammy forehead.

I’ll stay until you fall asleep, he adds to himself, but he doesn’t say that out loud, knowing that it’ll probably be weird for the other, saying something like that on what is essentially their first meeting. There’s a strange protectiveness he feels over Sebastian, and he’s not sure what it is – the brown eyes that look like they should be from an innocent animal like a puppy or bunny, the pink hair that practically screams child, or the fact that he’s Dalena’s little brother.

[scmaximoff]

❝ dreary morning ⋆ vr, sm

[vincexrogers]

scmaximoff:

seeing the other male return, he shifts slightly back under the blankets, only wide, brown eyes showing from under the sheets and a mop of bubblegum pink hair. he really doesn’t think he can sit up, having tried earlier and his stomach gives another little lurch at the sole thought of sitting up but he doesn’t say anything t the question from the other, blinking at him quietly. his gaze is blurry but he can make out the blond’s features better now, considering he was in much closer proximity.

he definitely recognizes the other now, smiling a little bit despite being hidden under his blanket but he ends up shaking his head just a moment later. “i … i don’t think i can sit up,” he murmurs softly at the question, his stomach making a gurgling sound and he reaches down to clutch at it, really not wanting to vomit any time soon.

shaking his head again, sebastian stares up at the other with wide eyes, not wanting to sit up, feeling like he might hurl if he does and that would definitely not be a pretty sight, especially if it was all over the blond and he makes a soft sound, not wanting to outright say that he didn’t want to sit up but his head is throbbing and he’s always been really, really, really bad at saying no and he really hopes he’s not going to have to say it.

He leans in, carefully sliding an arm around the other’s shoulders, hoisting him up ever so slightly until he’s on an angle. He knows well enough the feeling of a hangover, and sitting upright when the world is spinning around is never a good idea. He slips pills past parched pink lips, eyes intent and eyebrows furrowed, carefully tilting the glass of water until a trickle can make its way into a mouth that desperately needs it.

”Finish all the water,” he encourages the pink-haired boy gently, his patience long-suffering as usual. This is all too familiar to him – sometimes, he goes out with Dalena, and while he usuallyisn’t the one to have to clean up after her in the morning, he has her night to contend with.

When the other’s drunk enough water to satisfy him, he relaxes, his lips curving up at the corners and he helps lay the other back down, tucking the blankets securely around him. A hand is laid on Sebastian’s forehead, smoothing sweaty pink strands away from a miserable face, and he murmurs, “Feeling okay?”

[scmaximoff]

❝ dreary morning ⋆ vr, sm

[scmaximoff]

when the other responds, he actually jumps a little bit, surprised and frightened and he takes refuge in his blankets for a moment, “washroom cabinet,” he whispers, unnerved by the sole fact that he really doesn’t know who this person is. he knows he’s his sister’s friend which is okay and a good sign that he’s not going to die anytime soon – unless it’s from his hangover. he hopes the other male can find the medicine, considering he has it separated in its own little basket in the cabinet, alongside a handful of hair products and face products. he had been taught from a young age that he needed to take care of his skin and his hair, thanks to his sister and he’s never really thought anything of it.

until now. now he feels a bit self conscious, that maybe he should’ve left them more hidden or something and he worries the flesh of his bottom lip between his teeth as he ponders on whether or not he should just get up. get up and put on his glasses and thank the blond male for his help but his stomach gives a little jolt as if confronting him and shooting down that idea almost instantaneously.

maybe he can just hope that the other will leave him be and let him suffer in his hungover state of mind, lethargic and unmoving in his bed until the headache leaves him and the sour taste of alcohol is no longer in his throat.

reaching up to pat down any random flyaways in his hair that might’ve popped up from his night’s sleep, he pouts a little bit at the pillow he had tossed to the other bed, entertaining the idea of getting up to grab it. which would most definitely be a horrible idea for his brain and his tummy, but sebastian doesn’t think he could get up without violently throwing up, so there was that too.

“… did you find it?” he calls out softly, finally gathering the courage to say something after a few moments of fidgeting under his blankets, eyes wide and he reaches for his glasses on the nightstand, perched on the book he had been reading the night before and he makes a soft sound, fingers brushing at the frames but not able to reach them. “th-they’re, um, in the little blue basket …”

[vincexrogers]

He climbs out of bed, rubbing at his eyes and a soft yawn leaves his lips as he stretches. It’s not something he likes to do, getting out of bed so soon after he’s woken, but this is why he had stayed, in case Sebastian would happen to need him for anything, So with that thought in mind, he pads towards the washroom, stumbling a little bit, always slow to truly wake after the initial shock of being surprised awake.

The washroom cabinet swings open under a gentle touch, and he peers at the surprisingly numerous face and hair care products, lips curving up in amusement as he peers through the cabinet for his goal. A little blue basket houses the bottle of Tylenol and other ones that he doesn’t really pay attention to, unimportant in his mind. “Yeah, I found it!” He calls out distractedly, grabbing the bottle and setting it on the side.

A glass that he finds on the bathroom counter, he rinses thoroughly twice before he fills it with cold running tap water, taking the bottle he’d set aside and shaking out two pills. Steady hands carry the pills and water back to the other’s bedside, placing them on the nightstand. “Hey, think you can sit up?” He asks gently as he kneels by the other, arms ready to help support the other up into a sitting position.

[scmaximoff]

❝ dreary morning ⋆ vr, sm

waking up has never been a hard feat for the youngest maximoff but today, it feels like his eyes have been cemented shut. he whines softly to himself before finally, finally, being able to force his eyelids open. 

only to regret it the exact moment after. 

the light that shines through the gap in his curtains has an uncanny ability to aim right at his face and this morning is no different than any other. only, this morning he has a hangover. or he thinks he does. his head is throbbing and it never usually is unless he’s been pushing his body too much and he’s trying to take in too much air yet not enough air at the same time. but that’s not the case because he’s just woken up …

he groans softly, attempting to sit up, but regretting that just seconds later as well. the room feels like it’s spinning and his stomach gives a little lurch in protest before sebastian ends up just slowly lowering himself back into his little cocoon of pillows. it’s right then that his attention is stolen by a whispery little snore that sounds alarmingly loud in the usual silence of his room and he almost gives him whiplash as he turns to glance in the direction of the sound. 

there’s a blond male laying on the bed next to his, the bed that’s usually empty, the bed that no one had occupied for a couple months and he almost wants to sound the alarm – but he realizes he would have to talk to people he didn’t want to talk to and one stranger is better than ten and he exhales softly, trying to calm his frantic heart. once he squints at the other enough, his face seems familiar … someone on the soccer team, he thinks to himself. he’s been to enough games, mostly because dalena drags him along, but he’s also been to enough parties and he definitely does recognize this face. 

okay. not a stranger then. 

he hopes it’s because dalena made the other male take him home or something that he’s there – sebastian chances a quick glance down at his body and he heaves a sigh of relief, one that racks through his brain and makes it throb, but he’s relieved, glad he had had the sense even whilst drunk to change into pajamas – and he really, really, really hopes the blond won’t be angry if he disturbs his sleep because he thinks he might throw up soon. and preferably not on himself. or the other. 

taking hold of one of his pillows, he lobs it through the air in a graceful arc, bless his basketball skills, and watches as it hits the other near the neck. he waits until the blond’s eyes open and glance around blearily before he waves a hand, having tucked himself back under his blankets, brown eyes wide. “i, um, i hope i’m not … um … being rude but … i think i’m hungover? d-do you mind getting me medicine – that – that is if you’re not hungover too! i just … m-my head hurts …”

[vincexrogers]

He sleeps relatively deeply, lulled into restfulness by the heaviness of unfamiliarity and the responsibility of another’s wellbeing assigned to him. It’s odd, because he usually doesn’t sleep well at all in unfamiliar locations, often waking multiple times during the night in new areas, unless there’s a touch of home next to him. But this, this is an anomaly, that he sleeps so deeply in such an unfamiliar place, and yet he sleeps on, the light snores escaping his mouth proof of just how settled in he is.

A thud to the base of his neck causes him to stir. He’s a light sleeper by habit, having always been the one to wake first and run to his little sister when she’d woken up as a child, sobbing from nightmares. It had always been him who had wrapped secure, childish arms around a shuddering body, whispering that it was going to be okay and that he wouldn’t leave her. He’d trained himself so that he could wake at the drop of a pin to rush to her aid. He wakes with a start, eyes flying open, ears straining for the sound of a gentle sob, a quiet cry, and he waits in bewilderment as nothing sounds in his ears.

It’s not Lizzie, his mind registers blankly as he stares at the ceiling, his blue eyes flickering around the room to land on the strawberry-haired boy from the night before. Sebastian. A hand waves shakily, timid and gentle in the morning air, and he listens blearily to the stuttered plea of a hungover student.

He’s not really a morning person. He doesn’t react well to mornings, in the sense that he’s lethargic, slow to respond, but his temper is even throughout the day, even when he wakes, and it takes him a moment to respond before he sits up. A rush of blood flows to his head and his eyes widen slightly before he replies hastily, “Medicine? Oh. Um, yeah. Where do you keep it?”

[vincexrogers]

☆ beautiful night

[scmaximoff]

he nods, laying down once he’s dressed in clean pajamas and he feels peacefully detached from the world, eyes half open as he peers up at the other male, his hair falling into his face. but before he can even think to move his hand to push it out of his eyes, the pink strands are brushed away for him and he blinks up at vincent – vincent vincent vincent he thinks, wanting to remember this name when he woke up for some reason and he doesn’t know why, or for what reason, but he knows the blond’s name will be important for some reason – surprise on his face and he rolls onto his side after, a soft whine coming from him.

at least he doesn’t feel like throwing up yet.

“morning doesn’t have stars,” he murmurs softly, his gaze trained out the window and on the stars and sebastian gives a soft little sigh before his eyelids flutter shut, clamming up a little bit as he tries to sleep, hoping to every god and ethereal being out there that he won’t suffer a massive hangover. “goooodnight vincey …”

[vincexrogers]

He smiles down at the other, an angel’s smile, some people say, when his eyes crinkle up at the corners and his entire countenance softens, brushing pink hair that just doesn’t want to seem to stay out of lovely brown eyes, hazed as they are. They’re similar to Dalena’s eyes, he notices, but different at the same time, glinting with their own clear light.

A low chuckle leaves his lips and he murmurs, “No, that’s not true, Seb. The sun is a star, too, so there will always be stars to guide you, okay?” His lips curve up as a soft goodnight leaves the other’s lips, and his eyes widen slightly at the other’s sudden nickname.

“Goodnight, Sebby.” He replies gently before he watches the other for another moment, slipping across the room after a moment of silence to find his own bed.

– { close. } –

[vincexrogers]

☆ beautiful night

[scmaximoff]

he blinks up blearily at the other male an then he waves a hand at the dresser, idly. “uh … one of the drawers near the top, i think …?” he’s honestly unsure right now, confused and more drunk than he had ever been, ever, and the room is kind of spinning in circles and his hair is in his eyes until a cool hand pushes it away, and he blinks at that too.

“… yes? they’re in the closet,” he makes a soft sound, rolling onto his back and staring up at the ceiling. honestly, sebastian really should’ve known better considering his sister’s horrible alcohol tolerance as well, and he’s already regretting everything as his mind brings up a hangover and how he was going to feel the next morning and he glances at the blond in front of him, swimming in his blurry vision.

“stay?”

[vincexrogers]

He makes a soft sound and obligingly, he heads over towards the dresser, opening the drawers silently. Fishing out clean clothing, he sighs gently, and with a clinical detachment, he undresses and redresses the drunk male in clean pajamas. Pink hair tumbles into a pretty porcelain face again, and patiently, Vincent sweeps the other’s hair out of his face once more. “Yes, I’m going to stay.” He affirms gently, not moving yet as he kneels down next to the other’s bed.

“Turn on your side, okay, Seb? You’ll feel better about it in the morning.” He murmurs gently, with surprising patience, and there’s something very endearing about the other, something familiar. Sebastian, his mind reminds him, and a little girl’s voice and innocent words replay in his mind. Can you make Sebby happy?, she asks him again, and he remembers the innocent yes he’d given her, assuming that Sebby was simply her teddy bear.

Pillows and blankets come after he’s sure the other is safe, the least of his concerns.

[vincexrogers]

☆ beautiful night

[scmaximoff]

he nods, “i like the stars, they make me feel happy,” he chirps easily, very obviously drunk out of his mind and he smiles brightly at the other male, shivering slightly but ignoring that easily. he wants to continue talking about the stars, to point out his favorite constellation to this person – he’s somehow forgotten his name already, and he’s not sure if he’ll be able to recall it anytime soon, but it also seems rude to ask for it again so he decides to refer to the other as a friend, maybe – but his thought train is cut off at the question of where his room is.

“n2 … something?” he echoes his statement from before, tilting his head to the side. “n2 … g. i think,” sebastian murmurs aloud to himself, pretty sure that it was and soon enough, they’re back in his room. he knew keeping his keys on his belt was a good idea. he had closed his eyes during the walk back to his dorm, yawning softly at his name. “huh – yeah i’m awake,” he nods quietly, yawning again.

[vincexrogers]

His expression softens at the other’s comment and he carefully lowers the other onto the bed. “You’re not gonna sleep in those clothes, are you? Where are your pajamas?” He asks quietly, smoothing the other’s pink hair away from his face gently. Glancing around the room, he searches for possibilities as to where the other could possibly have hidden pajamas.

He almost feels like he’s intruding on the other’s privacy, guilt flooding through his chest and he mumbles something to himself about taking care of Dalena’s brother, trying to justify his invasion into the other’s room while drunk. Awkwardly, he leans over, “I’m going to sleep on the empty bed… Can I borrow a pillow and blankets?”

[vincexrogers]

☆ beautiful night

[scmaximoff]

“but i don’t get why i can’t walk?” he blinks innocently up at the other male, having stopped struggling just momentarily so that everything would stop spinning and being o blurry – were things supposed to spin and be blurry when he was drunk? probably not, but he honestly wasn’t too worried about that at the moment considering he was more pressed about the fact that the other male was trying to carry him somewhere, when sebastian knew for a certain fact that he could most definitely walk on his own. heck, he had walked all the way out here, hadn’t he?

( his mind hadn’t exactly factored in the fact that he had used his sister for a crutch the entire time. )

he’s honestly confused but when vincent states that he’s cold, he ends up nodding and agreeing. “i want to sleep but i want to look at the stars,” he points out, a soft little whining tone appearing in his voice and he pouts at the other, tilting his head slightly. “my room has the prettiest view, can we go back there? n2 … something?”

[vincexrogers]

Grateful that the other has stopped protesting, he carries the other inside quietly. “You want to sleep and look at the stars?” He teases, his lips curving up at the corners as he hefts the other up again, eyes dancing in quiet amusement. “N2 something? Where’s your room, Seb?” Since he’d never known of the boy’s existence (well, not really) before today, it makes sense that he has literally no idea where the other boy happens to room. He doesn’t even know if Sebastian is in his grade, or if he’s younger than Dalena – he assumes so, he’s never heard Dalena speak of an older sibling.

After he receives a drunken reply (that he hopes is accurate), he makes the trek over to the other’s dorm room, relieved when the key on the other’s keychain unlocks the door easily, awkwardly attempting to shoulder his way in with the other male still caught in his arms. “Seb? Hey, Seb, are you awake?” His voice is quiet and he glances into the room, toeing off his shoes. It’s not hard to tell which bed is the other male’s, the only furnished one, looking rather homey and comfortable.

[austinxbe]

» can your friends go poof?

[austinxbe]

Ezra possesses near endless patience with other people, because his entire life has been nothing but waiting– waiting for others to stumble upon him, waiting for any kind of interaction, waiting on wishes, waiting for the current master to leave. This is different though; here, Ezra is in control of his own actions, and his success or failure exists entirely within himself, so he feels an amount of frustration he didn’t know existed at his lack of talent. 

He manages to find the optimistic side though; he focuses on his progress, however small it may be, and it’s certainly there. Missing the ball entirely compared to imprecision when kicking is a huge step up, and he reminds himself that he’ll improve with more practice. No one is good at everything immediately, especially not someone who lacked legs entirely for a majority of their life. His constant inward reassurance and encouragement from Vince helps, but the frustration still lingers. 

When Vincent suggests lunch, Ezra beams at him, thankful for the distraction though he didn’t know he needed it only moments before. It’s possible that with his current build up of frustration, he can’t make any more progress, which is in itself more infuriating, but a break seems like the best course of action. “Yeah, that’s a good idea! I can always eat something,” he agrees with one last, absent-minded kick to the ball. 

Of course, this last kick is the one most controlled, and Ezra gawks at the ball in shock for a moment, then looks up at Vincent in complete bewilderment. “Maybe I wasn’t relaxed enough?”

[vincexrogers]

He laughs softly at the other’s bewilderment and he replies easily, his lips curving up at the corners, “It’s definitely a distinct possibility.” His voice is amused as he glances at the ball, jogging over to retrieve it and kicking it back to the other smoothly. “I find that the more I think about kicking the ball, the more likely I am to mess it up. It’s a lot easier to do it based on instinct than on conscious thought?” 

The explanation is horrible, he knows that, but he doesn’t know how else to explain something that comes as naturally as breathing to him. It’s probably why he’s not a good teacher and he says as much, apologizing sheepishly to the boy who seems to have started looking up to him. It’s hard for him to explain what Ezra needs to do, when he’s never had the same experience of... well, simply not having feet, that Ezra has. 

“Lunch,” he clarifies again, holding the ball in his hands. “Lunch, and then maybe we can come out here later and see if you can keep up the good work.” His voice is encouraging as he beckons for the younger boy to follow him. “My treat!”

[joyce-white]

( /arms wrap securely around his waist, and she’s scared to let go because it feels like he could crumble into specs of dust at any moment. that is, until she hears what comes out of his mouth. gasping, joyce intentionally bumps her forehead into his chest. ) no, no. ( /her eyebrows furrow as she moves back a bit to stare him directly in the eye. she lifts a finger to his forehead and flicks it. ) stop yourself right now. do you have that little faith in her? you’re one of the most important people in her life, ollie. she loves you too much to even think about leaving you. 

[vincexrogers]

( ` he stares at her a little helplessly, his expression twisting slightly and his voice trembles when he replies ) do you know what our mother did, joycie? she was supposed to love us too much to even think about leaving us, too, but she’s gone. ( ` his voice breaks softly and it’s hard for him to imagine that his sister wouldn’t ever leave, the image of his mother’s back burned into his memory ) it’s hard... i can’t convince myself that lizzie won’t ever leave us when she always has this look in her eyes... 

[vincexrogers]

☆ beautiful night

[scmaximoff]

he flails for a moment, surprised and he’s suddenly wrapped in a jacket – which doesn’t do much considering he’s so cold already that his body heat probably wouldn’t do much to help warm it up – and he’s confused. “no ~ i’m warm,” he argues, numb fingers reaching up to touch his cheeks and they feel like fire to him, shaking his head as he tries to shrug the jacket away from him.

“i’m not cold though! i’m not cold, i’m warm,” he insists, touching his cheeks again before pressing his fingers to vincent’s cheeks, eyes bright, definitely intoxicated. “you’re just warm, maybe you just need to cool down,” he argues, giggling to himself as if he had just said something funny. somewhere along the eight shots of vodka he had had, one of the shots most definitely hit his logic over the head and dragged it away from the forefront of his mind, nothing making much sense to him at this point.

“woah ~ you’re strong,” he comments offhandedly, moving a bit. “can’t i walk? i can walk, right, i can definitely walk –”

[vincexrogers]

He shakes his head even as Sebastian struggles, trying to get out of his arms, and in the end, he only wraps his arms more tightly around the other, sighing softly to himself. “No, Seb, you’re freezing.” He automatically shortens the other’s name, the name ‘Sebastian’ far too long for him to be bothered to say at the moment, a little annoyed that the other is making his already hard job even harder.

“I will cool down, once I get you back inside.” He reasons with the other, the logic there making no sense whatsoever, but then drunk logic never makes sense to begin with, so he figures that it’ll slot in quite nicely into Sebastian’s drunk mind. “Trust me, it’s faster this way,” he reassures the other, “and well, I’m cold now, okay? I want to get inside and I’m not allowed to leave you out here because ‘lena would kill me.”

If appealing to the other boy’s sense of self-preservation hadn’t been enough, he hopes that consideration for other people will be enough to get Sebastian to stop struggling.

[alxarose]

She shook her head in response to his apologize; he definitely had nothing to feel sorry for. It was all her fault and though she was still more or less worried about him, she was glad to see him smiling again. She returned the smile though it was party covered by the spoon she held between her lips after a bite of her own ice cream. “I think I should be the one saying sorry and thanking you, not the other way around, Vince.” Her cheeks colored in embarrassment from her own words. 

[vincexrogers]

He simply shakes his head at the other’s protest, his lips pressing together in mock anger. “Are you ignoring my apology and gratitude?” He chastises her with a small frown, playful now and he relaxes, shaking his head again. “No, it was a good time. It’s okay.” He shrugs slightly, eating some of the ice cream she’d bought him, glancing thoughtfully at his phone. “It’s almost time for class.”

[vincexrogers]

reunion; ollie & nini

[ninicharming-blog]

Shivering at the thought of putting Vincent near a kitchen almost gave Jason a mini heart attack. “Okay, true. But I’m here to help you. Just, DON’T touch anything until I tell you to. As a couple, we should learn and teach each other, got that?” Jason urges, with his brows furrowed. Honestly, Vincent was hopeless when it came to cooking but the older male was his best friend. “I’ll just, search it up online.” Grabbing his device from his pocket, he began searching through the web to find a recipe for curry. 

[vincexrogers]

He smirks at the other’s reply, a little self-depreciatingly because he knows he can’t cook and it’s not exactly something he’s proud of. It’s amusing, certainly a point of laughter, and he nods with laughter at Jason’s worried insistence, obliging the other, all too happy to not touch anything until further instructed. “It’s a good thing I have people like you and Lizzie, right?” He teases good-naturedly.

[vincexrogers]

☆ beautiful night

[scmaximoff]

he almost wants to ask why he should turn his head to the side when he would much rather prefer to fall asleep with the stars ingrained in the darkness behind his eyelids, and he’s actually too out of it to realize that his sister is nowhere to be found ( he hopes she’s made it back to her dorm safely, or that she’s found her boyfriend or something ) and he just sighs softly to himself, tracing the big dipper in the sky with a finger, ice cold.

it’s always been a condition of his that he feels cold earlier than most people do and tonight is definitely not an exception. alcohol cools people down, he knew that, and against his better thoughts, sebastian’s definitely had much more alcohol than he should’ve. and he’s freezing. but that’s no matter to him, not when there’s more interesting things to do, and more interesting things to look at right now.

drawing another constellation in the air with his finger, he makes a soft sound. “it’s okay … i don’t mind the cold … not really …”

[vincexrogers]

He frowns slightly, reaching up to capture the other’s finger, his expression changing as he realizes just how cold the other male is. He’d guessed at it, the other’s cheeks pink with cold, lips paling as his internal body temperature drops, and he jerks – moves – perhaps a little bit too quickly for the still drunk boy. “You’re freezing, Sebastian.” He mutters lowly before he wraps his jacket tightly around the smaller student.

He’s definitely nowhere near his limit, and he’s definitely had much less to drink than the other. Even if Sebastian can’t seem to process the world properly at the moment, Vincent certainly can, and at the moment, Sebastian freezing to death is a major concern of his. “You may not mind the cold, but you’re going to freeze to death soon if we don’t get you inside.” He exhales sharply, sliding out from under the other’s head.

Arms wrap around a chilled body, scooping him into his arms with some difficulty, staggering half a step before he steadies himself. “I’m going to take you back.”

[vincexrogers]

reunion; ollie & nini

[ninicharming-blog]

“Curry is easy to make. Alright, then. Let’s make you some precious curry, hubby.” How long were they going to stop exchanging their weird nicknames? Jason thought it was pretty cute and amusing. Strolling out of the campus era, he soon stretch his arms above his head and sighed in content. “Okay, let us get the basics. Potato, carrots, and hm.” He shot a look back at Vincent and raised an eyebrow. “Do you know some ingredients? We can cook together! Just like a wife and husband should do.”

[vincexrogers]

He snickers, and as odd as it feels to be calling Jason his wife, he finds it strangely adorable and endearing. He raises an eyebrow at the younger male, lips curving up in a playful smirk. “Have you lost your mind, Jase? Do you remember what happens when you put me in a kitchen?” He points out, shaking his head slightly with a snicker. “I thought you knew me, wife.”