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Thread: An Unexpected Romance [Xanatos and Sigr]

He will get over it Alex nodded, as it was a given. Despite her trust, did she ever see Mike like that? Even when his mother died he was more vocal about it, but he was just ten years old then. He can be too thoughtful at times, mulling over each little thing Alex sat down in her place, straddling the chair backwards, leaning on the back. I thought I was an expert on all things Mike, but now it has me worried. Not like, worried-worried, but not knowing what's going on with him is a pain in the ass. How I'm supposed to help him if I don't know what's wrong? Alex sighed, letting her head rest on her arms, looking at Austin. He seemed to have a harder puzzle to crack with his brother, and being so similar it had to be frustrating. At least Alex and Mike were nothing alike. The swimming team thing seems more of a symptom than the sickness. The glasses aren't either. And if he had met someone over the summer I'd know. I always know she mumbled. Ah, teenagers! So complex, so difficult! Alex whined, shaking her head. Bah, I don't know why I worry she threw her hands in the air. He'll make up his mind about whatever is bothering him. Just needs time to think with that big brain of his seeing the teacher come in, Alex started to sit more or less properly, or at least her restless version of it. History is booooring she whispered, finally sitting still. Mike looked up when Seth talked what was probably for the longest time yet, and even if it was about Mike's trouble he was supposed to talk, there was a familiarity in there. Don't be sorry, it's just fine he kept looking at the supposedly meek boy, hearing him loud and clear without his brother close. It's... nothing serious, really. The summer felt like it would never end, and now I feel like I'm back at square one Mike leaving the papers on the table, freeing himself of distractions. Go to school. Swim. Help dad. Go to school. Swim. Help dad... he tilted his head like a metronome. It's not as I don't like it, but every year gets more competitive, every fraction of a second counts, and that's the complete opposite of what I look for in swimming he confessed, sighing. I think he will understand. My father, I mean. I know he loves me and means well, he tries his best and works hard Mike took a deep breath. I have to be decisive. Speak loud and clear he looked decisive his eyes looking at the distance, then noticing the teacher barging in. Thank you he nodded towards Seth. For a moment Michael wanted to say that he could talk to him about whatever, that maybe he could help with the girl on the sketch? Who was he fooling, pushing Seth to talk haven't worked for his brother, it wouldn't work for him. Not to mention that he wasn't precisely an expert when it came to romantic endeavors, and his input he could have about Seth falling for the girl in the sketch would be puny at best.
Thread: An Unexpected Romance [Xanatos and Sigr]

Austin's voice on the phone sounded distant, and Mike felt a little more upbeat and at the same time somewhat of an oaf, by stepping into Seth's and Austin's lives with his invitation and the compliancy with Alex's wishes. It was a harmless enough proposal, but he had the feeling that he had intruded into something important. Austin's enthusiasm sure echoed Alex's own display of joy, making him feel happy and responsible at the same time. Hm Mike did little more than nodding when Seth thanked him, even if he was looking down yet again. Oh, you'll see! Alex started to talk, more for Austin than for Seth, as she didn't want to bother the quiet guy, but the truth was that any bystander could hear her talk. He's so good! I always pester him to cook for me! You guys are lucky! she kept talking, making Mike smile, but also feel a little bit embarrassed. It seems I have my own hype woman... Mike mumbled. I'm the one doing the cooking at home, so practice goes a long way he added, not explaining much about their home being just him and his father since long ago. The four of them walked without a hurry in the world, the early and confusing school life developing around them, with its hectic students going everywhere, all of them with their own troubled lives. The way home was pleasant for Mike, since he felt comfort coming back there, not as much as for returning to what he knew away from a new school, but mostly because he was about to do something he liked for his friends, old and new. For Alex it was just plain exciting, chatting with Austin about past dishes she ate in Mike's house, returning to her friend's house after a summer away from each other. In the end it felt like a welcoming return home for both of them, even if it was for different reasons. Mike's house was humble, but looked in perfect shape, without trace of peeled paint on the fence, no nail out of place, and there was no floor board that even creaked a little. For Mike's father his honest job as a constructor was a source of pride, as he always said that he didn't made houses, he built homes, and that started with his own. Mike had learned the appreciation for a job well done, for the rewards of effort, and he was more alike him that he'd admit or even notice. The only trace Mike's mother were the photos of a young woman scattered around, most of the time with a younger Mike's father and himself as a small kid. The house was barely adorned beyond that, but one could see swimming trophies here and there. Get yourselves comfortable Mike gestured towards the living room, the furniture old but clean, giving it a lived sense, a homely feeling. Alex took the phrase as only a childhood friend could, already sinking in her favorite spot on the corner of the couch, sighing of comfort. Is there anything in particular you may dislike? Any allergies? Mike asked with a gentle smile, looking at the brothers. Anything wrong they may have noticed on him, any doubt or struggle, may not be gone, but looked so faded that almost seemed like they were meeting Mike for the first time.
Thread: An Unexpected Romance [Xanatos and Sigr]

Austin seemed a little frustrated by Seth's decision to bail on whatever it was that he was going to say. That frustration was mostly inward, though. He had prioritized calling their mother over communicating with his brother. He most certainly should have paused everything to hear what Seth had to say. After silently scolding himself, he managed to brighten up again, excited about spending the afternoon with their new friends. Even still, his thoughts would drift back to Seth and what he was going to say. It sounded like it was important, and then he backed out. He knew better than to push him on it, but it was still frustrating. At the same time, it was better than he'd been in a while. He was starting to wonder if the move had done its job and was beginning to draw Seth out of his shell. Then again, it might have been Mike's doing. Another point for which Austin would have to be grateful to the other boy. Seth remained silent as they made their way to Mike's house, his gaze was locked on the ground in front of them as they walked. Austin was more than happy to chat idly with Alex as she spoke about other meals that Mike had prepared. Every once in a while Seth would look back to Mike, curiously. He could see his mood lightening as they drew closer to his home. When the finally arrived, Austin was more than happy to take a seat on the couch. Seth stood awkwardly for a few minutes, still not quite comfortable in the alien surroundings. He turned around to face Mike when he asked about food, shaking his head slowly. Not really. He couldn't help the faintest of smiles that appeared on his face when he saw how much more lively and happy Mike was. He was glad to see that his struggles weren't a constant point of suffering for him. Austin shrugged. Like he said, we're not especially picky. No allergies that I can think of. He saw the small smile that had appeared on his brother's face, which made his own widen some. He couldn't tell if he was simply feeling more comfortable or if he'd finally started letting someone else in. Even if it wasn't himself, he could be happy about that. Seth finally allowed himself settle into a chair, pulling his sketchbook back out. He resumed work on the sketch he had started in Math. Austin turned his attention back to Alex, smiling again. So, athletics obviously. But, what other stuff do you guys do for fun?
Thread: An Unexpected Romance [Xanatos and Sigr]

For the twins, the time between Mike leaving and the meal being ready passed at different speeds. Austin, consumed by his conversation with Alex, felt the time go by quickly. Seth, working on his sketch and entirely occupied with his thoughts felt the time pass very slowly. Not that he was impatient, by any stretch. He could not have been more grateful to Mike for his hospitality. Austin was also a little struck by how their social lives and activities would change in high school, as if the true weight of it had only just dawned on him. There would be things like house parties and dances. He knew that athletes often found themselves invited to both, but he worried about where the pressures and expectations of high school would leave his less outgoing brother. Thinking about the other things Alex had said, it did make him smile a little. The idea of going to the beach next summer with their new friends, or maybe getting together to see a movie, it all sounded like a lot of fun. He glanced over at Seth for a moment, who was completely absorbed by his sketchbook. He gave a small sigh. Seth was never one to go out. He didn't suspect that his brother would be even a little interested in going out with the rest of them. He was going to respond to what Alex had said before he heard Mike call out from the other room. He looked confused for only a second before Alex translated for Mike. He stood up right after she did, giving a quick nod. Sounds great! Let's eat. He walked over to his brother, giving him a light pat on the shoulder, jarring him out of his thoughts to glance up at his brother in surprise. Come on, man. Foods on. Seth gave a silent nod, setting the sketchbook down and following after the others. As they took their seats at the table, both brothers could tell that the dishes presented to them were only a first course, which was quite surprising. Coke works for me, thanks! Austin looked up at Mike with a cheerful smile as he slipped into the seat beside his brother. Thanks again, man. This looks great! He collected his fork, examining the dish curiously before beginning to eat. Almost immediately he brought his hand up to cover his mouth in surprise, smiling widely as she finished eating and swallowed. That's incredible! He exclaimed excitedly. Seth, have you tried... He looked over at his brother to find Seth quietly eating, not looking up from the plate. Once again consumed by his thoughts. Feeling eyes on him, Seth looked up towards Austin, then to Alex, and finally setting his gaze on Mike. Suddenly his face grew bright red in embarrassment. Uh... Um... He swallowed back his embarrassment as best as he could. Thank you. It's quite good. He said quickly but quietly.
Thread: Lit. Partner for specific Romantic plot

Bumpity Bump Bump
Thread: Lit. Partner for specific Romantic plot

Good day my lovelies!! I'm hankering for an intimate moment! Romance is my kryptonite and I can be fairly accommodating. Hit me up, if you dare.
Thread: Lit. Partner for specific Romantic plot

Anyone up for a Romantic Plot?
Thread: Lit. Partner for specific Romantic plot

MARCO!
Thread: Lit. Partner for specific Romantic plot

MARCO! I'll peek back in the morning to see if my trap has snared any treats. Good night!
Thread: Lit. Partner for specific Romantic plot

MARCO! Craving something quickly intimate, unlike my little snippet here that I just came up with. I might use it in the future though What on earth are you talking about?! The vampiress yelled towards the guard cowering before her. This was maddening. It was insane! In all the centuries she'd been alive, never had a werewolf ticked her nerves so hard. That filthy mutt of a general is playing with fire and I will be damned if he thinks that I am going to play into his mockery. Heeled feel clicked upon the cobblestone floor as the fair skinned woman with locks that rivaled the night sky and eyes as red as the devil's soul appeared lost in thought. Off with you and tell Dameon to see me at once. Over three hundred of her children slaughtered with ease. Gabriella Eloise de Beaumont was on neutral ground and only sought to defend her lands, unlike the rest of her family that killed for fun. To be told that so many of her kind were wiped out by a pack of werewolves was quite the shock. Sure, her brothers had active bounties on their heads for mercilessly slaughtering humans and werewolves alike and asserting the their kind were above all and earned the smite of many, but Gabriella never voiced such idiocy. Fuck my life. I have no choice but to meet up with him. Best to arrange a meeting with the Clan leader of the nearby pack before this escalated any further leaving Gabby no choice but to get her own hands dirty.
Thread: STRANGELOVƎ: A Search Thread [MxM] ♪

Hello! On the pairings, would you be playing the bold or the not bold roles?
Thread: STRANGELOVƎ: A Search Thread [MxM] ♪

katisacat said Hello! On the pairings, would you be playing the bold or the not bold roles? Click to expand... Ahh, the bold ones are my preferred roles, though I can be convinced to do eitheror. Sorry I didn't clear that up! I was waaaaaay too tired when I wrote that, and need to clean it up a bit soon, lol.
Thread: Behind Closed Doors (Ava & rskde)

Gabriella was a seemingly sweet woman. A young mid twenties girl with long ebony locks and emerald eyes. She hadn't lived in her cozy home for too long. The girl was coming up on a year and even her nosey neighbors couldn't find a single thing to gossip about when it came to her. Well, at least nothing that hadn't clearly been made up. She worked out of her home as a online English Lit. teacher for Valencia Collage. This position gave her a fairly flexible lifestyle. With no children or a husband of any kind, she was often seen on her morning jogs, walking to and fro from the nearby grocery store or tending to the front of her home, which needed a little tlc. The floorboards of her front porch were warped and some needed replaced along with some paint. Her porch swing was coming loose from the fastenings that kept it suspended. The house numbers were so faded that the mailman had complained numerous times. The outside was no where near as bad as the inside use to be. She had started there first and after almost a year it was looking like a super cozy home. At 241 Melody Drive, Columbus, Georgia, things were nice. Fuck! A female voice yelled out with a groan. Okay, so things were not so nice at the moment. Gabriella was on her roof repairing a few shingles. She had gotten by, by watching a few youtube videos. The fit Asian had noticed that she was getting a new neighbor, but she had some plans to tend to and so far it was not proving fruitful. The ladder that she had use to get onto the roof had fallen over. There she stood in a deep purple tank top and a rough looking pair of denim shorts with black sneakers upon her petite feet. Long locks were pulled back into a ponytail and petite hands sat upon her hips as she looked down at the ladder. With a slight grunt of defeat the woman placed all of her supplies in the bucket that she had brought up with her and sat upon the edge of her roof with her legs dangling about. Three cars had passed and not one had been slow enough for her to flag down. Of course, the one day that the nosey woman across the street isn't peeking through the blinds to keep tabs on anything with a pulse, I'm stuck on a fucking rooftop. Gabriella Eloise de Beaumont snagged her cellphone and glowed '1021 AM'. The woman had no family and her only friends were in other parts of the world. Hello..... She called out in a melodious tone. Can anyone give me a hand? Calling the fire department sounded like a waste of resources. Just her luck they'd help her down while a church filled with orphans and puppies were burning down somewhere. The stubborn woman decided to wait it out. Someone was bound to happen by.
Thread: Behind Closed Doors (Ava & rskde)

David was a man who moved around a lot. He only stayed in certain places until his face was known and then he would just disappear, though the only people who really knew why was the people who employed him. The man was intimidating, he kept a large muscular build that seemed to be constantly in check, as if he routinely put his body to work. He stands at 6'1, bearing light hazel eyes and brown hair that had grown to be slightly more than a buzz cut, though it seems to be messily cut every now and then, as if he were cutting it himself. Despite this look, he was awkward and quiet, not really the kind of person to make many social connections as he knew he would just end up leaving again, his scars always seemed to catch up with him. The scars on his face are not the ones forcing him to move, though they are a constant reminder of his past life, one of them stretches from the top left corner of his forehead to the bottom right corner of his chin, though if asked about it he wouldn't give a straight answer. He had just moved from Jacksonville, Florida where he had worked as a swimming teacher at a local kids pool, though the moment his employers uncovered something they shouldn't have it was time to move on. Despite actually enjoying his job he got a new offer in Columbus, Georgia, as an accountant for a security company, he was a jack of all trades according to his resume, and he was, but he had left a few things out, of course. While moving into his new home he looked around him at the houses surrounding his, nobody appeared to be home for the day and the silence was a blessing, until he heard someone calling for help by the next house over. He quickly sets down one of the boxes he had been moving into the house and quickly instructs the moving people where to put the rest of them. David walks quickly over to the house he had heard the cry of help from, looking around before noticing the dropped ladder on the ground. He looks up and sees a small Asian lady sitting on the roof with no way of getting down. Need some help?! He calls up to her before kneeling down, his hands gripping the ladder and lifting it up, positioning it so that it would stay up and allow her to get down. David wears a black t-shirt and jeans, a cross necklace hanging around his neck that is tucked into his shirt, though if someone were to look at the necklace closely they would see a single dog tag wrapped around it, he only wore it when he wasn't around others but it was a special occasion as this woman needed his help. Go ahead and climb down, I can keep the ladder steady for you. He calls out to her.
Thread: Behind Closed Doors (Ava & rskde)

Gabriella kept calm as she sat in wait for the nearest good Samaritan to come to her aid. When she saw the guy come from next door and could help but release a short little laugh with a look of amusement. Wow, that's a lot of man. He certainly didn't live in the area, she concluded, or at least not before today. When he called out his question she nodded, Yes! Please! The knees of her jeans were dirty and she dusted her hands off on her shirt as the mysterious male. Gabby had been rather creative so she had tied a rope to the bucket so that she could pull the bucket up when she got to the roof and before climbing down she lowered the bucket. The bucket contained a hammer, pry bar, a few shingles, and a pair of shingle nails. She let the rope slip from her hands before carefully making her way down the ladder. She was so grateful when her feet touched the ground. Wow, thanks. I won't be going up there for a little while. She turned from the ladder and faced the man who came to her aide. Again thanks, my names Gabby. You wouldn't happen to be the one moving next door, are you? Now that she was face to face with him he looked far bigger than she thought, then again with the fairly busy Asian topping off at five foot four, he appeared like a beast of a made, but clearly he held a kind nature given what her had just done. She had some delicious food in her slow cooker that would be ready come dinner time and she already decided to be a nice neighbor and bring some over. It was hard cooking in the crock pot just for one, so she always had leftover food. That was, if Mrs. Herbert from across the street didn't bring a pan of her stomach churning liver and green bean casserole to the poor guy. Well, thanks again. I don't want to keep you from doing what you were doing. She looked up back her roof with a concentrating look, not really talking to him but voicing her thoughts. I'll just have to fix those shingles another time. She carefully began taking down the ladder to fold it and put I away. He was very easy on the eyes, but a guy like that probably had a family, or so she assumed. When all was said and done, she had a session with her class and checked on dinner before she took half of the pot roast and a hearty amount of rice from her rice cooker and put it away in a Tupperware. Still dawning the same outfit from before, she walked outside. Sunset was nearly upon them and the movers from earlier were nowhere to be found. She remembered what it was like moving in. Not entirely sure what was packed where and cooking was the last thing on her mind so she settled for take out as opposed to that stomach churning dish that the old lady across the street offered. Thankfully it was hard to fuck up pot roast. and she knew no one that didn't like it. Hopefully he did. She knocked on his door and stood patiently waiting as she wondered if her had a kid.
Thread: Behind Closed Doors (Ava & rskde)

David nods to her as she makes her way down, his eyes fixed on to the contraption she had fashioned before flicking down to her, she was a lot shorter than she had looked on the roof of the building. He nods when she says her name. Nice to meet you, Gabby. He says with a small smile, which seems to look slightly unnatural on his toned face. I'm David, and yeah I'm moving in next door. He explains while rubbing the back of his head, obviously not that sociable of a person. I'm glad I was around to help you out, I dunno how long you would've been up there if I hadn't come around. He says with a hearty laugh, booming from his chest at his own humor. Oh no, you didn't interrupt anything at all, I was just getting some boxes inside and getting my furniture set up, that takes only an hour and I had nothing to do today other than sit around with furniture so... You know, getting to be able to help you or talk to you is definitely better! He says, starting to stumble over his words slightly, though he takes a breath and clears his throat, managing to overcome this. In any case, I'm glad I could help, if there's anything else you need, I'm next door.. Hell, I could help you with the shingles if you want, I don't start work until two days from now so I've got spare time. He offers. I'll tell you what, think about it, you can just come over whenever you want me to get started. He says while taking his leave, giving her a slight wave before retreating back to his house for what he assumed would be the night, to be spent alone. But he doesn't get this alone time as he hears the door bell ring, he had been setting up his table and his small living area, his bed hadn't arrived yet so a sleeping bag hangs on the door knob of the door to the master bedroom upstairs. He approaches the door, confused on who it could possibly be, but once he opens it his question is soon answered. He flashes a smile at the small woman. Evening, I smell good food. He comments. C'mon in, it's freezing. He says while stepping aside, allowing her entry to his house still filled with boxes and packed items that varied from silverware to electronics. Did you bring that for me? He asks her with the raise of his eyebrows, not really used to such a token of appreciation from anybody he lived around.