#int ft. nate

[jroycethethird]

setting: campgrounds, first night

featuring: j. royce van doren iii & nate windsor @nate-windsor

After settling into the tent, and marveling at the whole thing — it was his first time doing something quite like this, after all — Royce found a moment to politely excuse himself from Aiyla, needing to do one small thing aside from brushing his teeth and his nightly routine before intending to close off from the rest of the world and just be with her for the rest of the night — check in on his favorite little sister. Not that he was worried exactly about Cece. He had promised to believe in her and support her no matter what… But as her older brother, it was only right to check in, wasn’t it? What would be so wrong with ducking his head into her lodgings and being sure that she was safe and sound? Try as he may, he would always be just a little concerned for her, and the last thing that he needed while being alone with the Fae Queen he’d done so horribly wrong this past week was to be distracted by fretful thoughts for his sister. What if she ended up with that dreadfully high net and rolled off of it? He just needed to be sure she was fine and secure, that’s all.

Walking about the campgrounds, smiling pleasantly at fellow coven members but avoiding most eye contact with others — and their curious thoughts at seeing who he’d paired off with — the witch glanced about for the familiar face he sought, finally stopping once to ask that jovial dolt of a vampire if he’d seen his sister around. About this tall, hair spun from gold, sweetest smile you’d ever seen? The towering fellow pointed towards a blanket fort, and he let out a sigh of relief. That seemed safe enough, and cozy, albeit a bit open... Perhaps it would be fun for her. Drawing closer, Royce had realized he couldn’t remember who she’d paired with, but shook his head at the thought. No matter — likely she was paired off with a friend. Perhaps her human boss… Windy? Winona? What was her name? He tried to recall it as he drew closer, having it surely at the tip of his tongue for a proper greeting as he ducked his head in to see—

“….Grocery Boy?” Left Royce in a truly baffled tone as his brown eyes landed upon none other than Nate Windsor, alone in the blanket fort that was supposed to be Cece’s bed for the night. Cece’s bed… Not his bed, of course. Friends could visit (were they friends??), but there were rules, and they were all winding down for the night… Did he look like he was settling in, or was he just visiting like Royce was? But surely… No, of course not… His darling, sweet as a pie, innocent little sister was not sharing a blanket fort for two nights with this guy. This stranger, this wild card he had no inkling of and who he surely could not trust to be beside her for two nights. The giant vampire was mistaken. Of course he was, this was not Cecile’s teammate, or her lodgings, it was just a silly misunderstanding, but… His eyes landed on a familiar suit case inside the blanket fort, one that his duplicates helped lug into the campgrounds for her. That’s Cece’s suitcase, alright, but then… “What in the devil are you doing here?” His mind was instantly flooded with a deep sense of denial as he looked at the other, the furrow between his brows deepening as he narrowed his eyes suspiciously at the young man. “You’re not bunking with Cece Van Doren.” He said it as though it were fact, as though he could will it. But he knew he couldn’t. He knew the rules for this event, how they all had to be paired off, how they couldn’t swap bunk mates, and yet… Royce just couldn’t wrap his mind around it. Cece… sharing a frankly romantic looking blanket fort with a boy. She’s not supposed to like boys yet, she’s too young to like and canoodle with boys, he thought incredulously, forgetting in an instant that the sister in question was a grown woman.

[julianrchandlerx]

There were only a handful of things Julian had kept with him in his initial spontaneous move to Lunar Cove, and among them was a most beloved (and expensive) gift from his father in high school — a Gibson Nathaniel Rateliff LG-2. That old beauty, with the body covered in finger smudges, a handmade crochet guitar strap dangling by a thread off its head and body, was a wonderful joy in his life. His father, who never supported the artistic or musically inclined sides of him, had searched high and low for this guitar for his sixteenth birthday and because of that he would always cherish it. So despite suggestions from friends when he speedily planned his move, he would never part with it. No amount of money could change that this guitar was symbolic of a time his father seemed to understand and almost support him. It was a thought he tried to hold onto lately when he thought about Russell and the other Chandlers, and the fleeting life they would live while Julian would exist for centuries more. Let those small moments where his father’s stoic lips curled into the faintest proud grin be cherished forever more.

Side stepping the lovely guitar as he stuffed a duffle of some fresh clothes to take to Briar’s, he paused to casually strum fingers over the steel strings, listening to the open notes reverberate in warm tones from the hollow body, a faint smile on his face at the momentary distraction. The days since the full moon had mostly been spent there, Julian trying to be the most supportive boyfriend and sire, helping her through this transition into vampirehood and being an emotional shoulder for her to lean on. Dying was tough, coming back from it was harder. He knew the grief, but he also knew the exact fear and pain that came from dying the way she had. A little over a year ago he’d experienced it himself, and then he watched it happen to her mother last summer and now the woman he loved in the middle of a stormy night. Hidden behind warm smiles and kind blue eyes was a trauma he refused to talk about, and what made him go a bit slower than a regular human the few times he whisked away for errands or to gather stuff at his apartment. That, and a small lie about needed to work on a commission that afternoon, had kept him lingering in his quiet basement apartment in Echo Acres, a half finished monochromatic painting, a self portrait in shades of gray that looked like his own reflection in a shattered mirror, being his sole companion that afternoon as he had been reflecting over the piece. He did not expect a knock, brows pulling together curiously as Julian went to the basement entrance at the side of the house which marked his private entry.

Pulling the door open without bothering to look through the peephole, his curious face instantly brightened at the sight of Nate on the other side. “Hey!” Julian replied back, emanating the brilliant sun of a warm midsummer’s day as he greeted his newest friend. The six pack and question were quickly met with Julian stepping aside, his large broad frame which filled every foot way making room for the other to enter. “Not even the slightest — come on in! Don’t mind the faintly musky antique store smell… no amount of febreeze air freshener or plug-ins help the crushing scent of ‘old house’,” he joked as he moved aside and allowed the other in. Very few had been in Julian’s shabby basement, stuck in the past with its shaggy carpet from which the musky scent stuck, the sunken in corduroy couches, boxy 20th Century tv set with a Super Nintendo plugged into it, and wood panel walls featuring kitschy paintings of big eyed children or dogs playing poker (which Julian was slowly replacing with his own detailed landscapes and slice of life captured moment paintings).

“I’m glad you swung by,” Julian started as he crossed the living room space, which was connected to a small kitchen from where the entrance was. “I’ve been messing around with some chords, tell me what you think of this.” He was lifting up the Gibson into his arms, foregoing the strap as he poised his fingers over the fret board, making out four easy and generic chords: Am - C - G - F. His right hand plucked the same pattern on each chord: A string, G string, D string, B string, high E, B string, once per chord. A solemn, warm sort of tune played, and he repeated it for a couple measures before shrugging. “It’s not much, I know, a vague start, but I thought with some other flourishes here and there, a melody woven above it, I think it could be something nice, right?” He grinned, hopeful as ever, and moved to take one of the cans from Nate’s offering. “But, ah, enough about that — I don’t even know if you swung by to jam — what’s new with you, man? How’s Lunar Cove life treatin’ you?” He’d been there, the blue eyed new boy in town who didn’t know what he was getting himself into. He only hoped Nate, capable as he likely was in comparison, wasn’t going to end up entangled in all the horror and drama of the town, at least not just yet.

@ julian's place with @julianrchandlerx

Making friends with his neighbor hadn't been on his Lunar Cove bingo card, if he was being honest. There had been a part of him that had fully committed to the bed rotting and overindulgences of his past life, a habit that was proving more difficult to let go than he'd anticipated. His bruised heart still wanted to hide away while it mended itself in private, and he was still processing all the things he hadn't known about the world. It all felt a little overwhelming.

But then he would have missed out on the small things. The things that were making all of this a little easier to digest. The things that had him currently heading over to Julian's with a six pack tucked beneath one arm and a small box in his pocket. It wasn't much, not after Julian had gone out of his way to be kind, but it was something. The least he could do was put in some effort of his own, right? He'd never had to make a friend before, everyone in his life had always built in with strategy and ulterior motives, but this seemed like a good place to start.

The backs of his knuckles rapped against the door and he rocked back on his heels as he waited. When Julian appeared in the doorway, he lifted the six pack like an offering. "Hey, man. You busy?"

[ofanya]

starter for @natemercer​

– “DID YOU FORGET YOUR BLAZER?” she asks, tugging at his shirt sleeve lightly. she really can’t resist nagging him a little, and he makes it so easy. “ it’s freezing out, nate. i feel like you don’t check the weather. ” 

[zkdlinism]

––––––– let me by zayn with @inchvins

“... y si aceptas prometo amarte por el resto de nuestras vidas.” finalizó su monólogo el británico hincado en su rodilla mientras esperaba con ansias la respuesta de la ajena, ignorando el pequeño público que se había reunido alrededor de la pareja ante aquella escena.

[thecreaturecodex]

Gun Elemental

Image by Nate Marcel, © Shield of Faith Studios

[Commissioned by Soluman Blevins. Twisted Menagerie Manual is one of the better monster books for post apocalyptic RPGs that I’ve read. It understands the assignment set forth by Gamma World: the post-apocalypse as a wacky anything goes romp. There are hybrid animals, gun toting furries, demon automobiles, clown priests of fast food hamburgers, etc. It’s a lot of fun, so I thank Soluman for pointing me in its direction in the first place. By the standards of the book as a whole, the elementals (data, debris and gun) are almost sedate.]

Gun Elemental CR 10 N Outsider (elemental) This creature is a three legged, asymmetrical mound made out of smooth metal. Covering it in layers are dozens of guns, all facing outward, of many shapes and sizes.

There is not an Elemental Plane of Guns. The gun elemental, therefore, is highly debated by those sages that know of its existence. Some claim that it is an interloper from another reality where firearms are an integral component of existence. Other sages instead maintain that gun elementals form in the dark corners of the Outer Planes, in the realms of gods of technology, warfare and death. Still others believe that gun elementals are an offshoot of fire or earth elementals (perhaps as a further modification of a presumed metal elemental).

Gun elementals live for combat, no matter the cause. When not fighting, they are usually engaged in target shooting, but this is still hazardous—gun elementals get so excited that they shoot wildly in all directions, catching nearby creatures with random, aimless bullets. If they face another gunslinger, they are especially dangerous. Not only is the gun elemental immune to bullets, it can steal the gun with a touch and absorb it in order to heal.

When a gun elemental is slain, its body collapses into a heap of scrap metal. Useable guns and ammunition can be salvaged from it, of a value equal to the standard treasure value of the encounter. This is a good opportunity for a GM to introduce more advanced firearms than normal to their campaign if they choose to, but could also be in the form of multiple early firearms.

Gun Elemental  CR 10 XP 9,600 N Large outsider (elemental, extraplanar) Init +9; Senses darkvision 60 ft., Perception +15 Aura stray fire (100 ft., Reflex DC 21) Defense AC 23, touch 14, flat-footed 18 (-1 size, +5 Dex, +9 natural) hp 126 (12d10+60) Fort +9, Ref +13, Will +8 DR 10/adamantine; Immune elemental traits Defensive Abilities absorb gun, immune to projectiles Offense Speed 30 ft. Melee 3 slams +14 (1d8+3) Ranged 3 integrated machine guns +16 touch (2d8/19-20x4) Space 10 ft.; Reach 5 ft. Special Attacks automatic fire, combined arms Statistics Str 16, Dex 20, Con 20, Int 9, Wis 11, Cha 11 Base Atk +12; CMB +17; CMD 32 Feats Deadly Aim, Improved Critical (machine gun), Improved Initiative, Iron Will, Point Blank Shot, Precise Shot Skills Appraise +14, Knowledge (engineering) +14, Perception +15, Sense Motive +15, Stealth +16 Languages Terran Ecology Environment any land and underground Organization solitary, pair or battalion (3-6) Treasure standard (see above) Special Abilities Absorb Gun (Su) By touching a firearm as a standard action, a gun elemental can absorb it into its body, destroying the gun but healing damage. It heals a number of hit points equal to the base damage dealt by the gun. Magical or attended guns can resist this with a DC 16 Fortitude save. The save DC is Charisma based. Automatic Fire (Ex) As a full round action, a gun elemental can fire its guns automatically, attacking every foe in a 150 foot line. It rolls each attack roll separately, and each attack roll suffers a -2 penalty. It cannot add precision damage or extra damage from Vital Strike or similar feats to this, but does ignore concealment and mirror image effects. Roll to confirm each critical hit separately. Combined Arms (Ex) When making a full attack action, a gun elemental can attack with its melee and ranged natural weapons. Immune to Projectiles (Su) A gun elemental takes no damage from bullets, arrows, crossbow bolts and other physical projectiles. Explosives, such as an alchemist’s bomb, or magical or technological rays, effect a gun elemental normally. Integrated Machine Guns (Ex) A gun elemental’s machine guns are integrated weapons, meaning that they are treated as natural weapons and cannot make iterative attacks. The machine gun is an advanced firearm with a range increment of 150 feet. A gun elemental’s attacks with its integrated machine guns do not provoke attacks of opportunity. The gun elemental does not have a misfire chance with these guns, and is treated as having infinite ammunition. Stray Fire Aura (Ex) As a swift action, a gun elemental can fire off bullets in every direction. All creatures in a 100 foot radius must succeed a DC 21 Reflex save or take 1d8 points of damage. The save DC is Dexterity based.

[ase-trollplays]

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((First of all I would like to apologize for taking so long to answer this. Tumbler didn’t notify me, and by the time I saw it I was already at work. D:))

4. Video, voice or text chat? Which do you use the most / like using?

}}-I primarily chat with others via text. I don’t prefer video chatting, though I may voice chat if I wish to converse while I’m working.-{{

I like using vide✿ chat the m✿st, but I usually just text.

5. What things do you think people like you for?

}}-I suppose others would like me for my patient and calm demeanor.-{{

I dunn✿. There’s n✿t a wh✿le l✿t t✿ like, if y✿u ask me. I guess being s✿ s✿ft and c✿mpassi✿nate. That’s what Karima and Cac✿ph say, anyways.

6. What things do you think people dislike you for?

}}-I can be rather distant and aloof at times, which I imagine is not something people typically enjoy.-{{

That depends. D✿ y✿u have all night f✿r me t✿ list them? I’m a killj✿y, c✿nstantly anxi✿us and neur✿tic, I have n✿ fucking life ✿utside ✿f gardening, I’m undead and need t✿ drink pe✿ple which is fucking disgusting. And that’s just the tip ✿f the bullshit iceberg.

8. Why do you like the people you’re good friends with?

}}-I enjoy Claire’s company because she brings a certain... warmth, I suppose, to my life. Being in her company allows me to relax and feel that I can be genuine. Although we have only recently met, so I don’t feel wholly comfortable referring to him as a close friend, Ketshi is an interesting man, and I find myself inexplicably drawn to him.-{{

Aside fr✿m my m✿irail, the ✿nly friend I really have is Cac✿ph. My fav✿rite thing ab✿ut him is even th✿ugh he g✿t dealt a shit hand with his psi✿nics basically f✿rcing him t✿ never talk, he refuses t✿ sulk ✿r dwell ✿n things that make him upset. He d✿es his best t✿ always ch✿✿se ✿ptimism and j✿y. I wish I c✿uld d✿ that.

9. Anyone you seriously dislike, but aren’t in a blackrom with?

}}-No. Should I find someone’s company unpleasant or grating, I simply no longer associate with them.-{{

Fucking Maer✿n. ✿h my g✿✿✿✿d, she’s s✿ ✿bn✿xi✿us and ann✿ying and rude! I d✿n’t kn✿w h✿w Karima can like her en✿ugh t✿ be best friends with her. Yeah, she h✿✿ks me up with bl✿✿d and g✿t me int✿ therapy, but I still can’t stand her.

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[monikarahmati]

Musical Brain Fart

Wed, 20 March - Wanted to share my all time favorites. Think about old gems, cringy tunes, new songs - all of it. My love for music is huge and my taste is everywhere and nowhere, however I love to share my passion. 

As the title suggests, this is a brain fart so bear with me. Ready? Here we go:

Drop the Lime - Hot As Hell (Canblaster Remix)

Poppy - Voicemail 

M.I.A. - Bad girls (Surkin Remix)

Modern Talking - Cheri Cheri Lady

Maskinen - Alla Som Inte Dansar

The Weeknd - King of the Fall

Jamie xx - Gosh

Chemical Brothers - Hey Boy Hey Girl 

Lorde - Perfect Places

MSTRKRFT ft. John Legend - Heartbreaker (Laidback Luke Remix)

Dido - White Flag

Eminem - I love you more

Jennifer Lopez ft. Ja Rule - I’m Real

Gesaffelstein - Hellifornia

TLC - No Scrubs

Alicia Keys ft. Eve - Gangsta Lovin’ 

Deadmau5 & Kaskade - I Remember (Caspa Remix) 

Phill Collins - In The Air Tonight

Drake - Connect

Green Velvet & Harvard Bass - Lazer Beams

Teki Latex - Dinosaurs with Guns

Nsync - I Want You Back

Cashmere Cat - Kiss Kiss (Canblaster Remix)

The Prodigy - Firestarter 

Boys Noize - Das Alter

Mac Miller - Come Back to Earth

Bloodhound Gang - The Bad Touch

No Doubt - Don’t Speak

Djedjotronic - Kaiko

Woodkid - Run Boy Run

Kanye West - Hold My Liquor

50 Cent ft. Nate Dogg - 21 Questions

Mark Ronson & The Business Intl. - Bang Bang Bang

HAIM - Let Me Go

Snoop Dogg ft. Pharrell Williams - Beautiful

Florence + The Machine - The dog days are over

Green Day - Boulevard of broken Dreams

MGMT - Kids

Billie Eilish - Bellyache

David Bowie - Magic Dance

Fall Out Boy - Thnks fr th Mmrs

Aaliyah - Try Again

Missy Elliot - Get your freak on

N.E.R.D - Provider

Muse - Neutron Star Collision

Surkin & Todd Edwards - I want you back

[silkchvffon]

« NO. I WOULD TOUCH HER LIKE I LOVE HER, » he lies quietly. he needs to create space between them, but the task seems impossible — he's always been putty in lennox's hands when he knows he shouldn't be. « we have to stop. » and yet his hands come up to rest at her waist.

— " because i'd want to know if that's how you would touch her ... " body pressed against his, not letting space exist between them. " or if this is all for me. "

[silkchvffon]

THE WORDS THAT FALL FROM FITZ'S MOUTH sting like salt in open wounds, and yet it's exactly what nate's been expecting ever since he first let the other man make a home out of him. fitz deserves better — he deserves the world. nate would offer it to him on a silver platter if it was possible. « it's what i should say, isn't it ? » a bitter chuckle escapes through his lips, but the smile never quite reaches his eyes. a brief silence follows, air heavy around them. « i don't want you to. it would break me — it will break me. but if you leave i — i'd understand. » the words are forced out of the now thin line his lips are forming, every syllable more painful than the former.

the simple touch makes his stomach flip , throat tightening as he insists on biting his tongue . had always hated confrontation but it felt necessary moments ago — now he wishes he had simply left it alone . " i'm not interested in being shown off but i'm starting to think i deserve better than being kept in the shadows . it doesn't feel right . doesn't feel good . " reaching the point of misery sounded extreme but fitz coudn't deny that he'd been less than happy , negative emotions stuck on a loop . he was afraid they'd fester into something darker if left untouched . " so . . . " swallows harshly , voice strained . " is this it then ? is this the end ? because it sounds like you're telling me to walk away . "

[silkchvffon]

IT'S UNEXPECTED WHEN IT SHOULDN'T BE. has it not been in the cards for the longest time, with the way they've been constantly pushing and pulling each other one or the other way ? still, nate knows he should be keeping his distance, knows he's not what she needs or probably even what she really wants — but god, does it feel good when her lips are on his. « that ... i do not, no, » he murmurs, before reciprocating the kiss, bringing her closer.

for a moment, the hope that maybe at least she was special in someway faded, mind drifting to any other friends he may spend time with like this. but his touch brought her back and she started to convince herself that maybe it was enough. the touches and moments spent together, even if they were only just friends, if it was just her then maybe it could be enough for her. maia leaned up, catching his lips in hers. " what about that? do you do this with all your friends. "

[silkchvffon]

HIS HAND INSTINCTIVELY MOVES AWAY FROM HERS, holding the list out of reach. nate immediately regrets it — immediately wants the paper out of his hands instead, but the damage is already done. « you think i'm conceited ? »

f / m / nb muse: blair green, based on rachel green from friends plot: her failed arranged marriage has jaded her from love, so to decide whether or not she truly loves ur muse she writes a pro and con list about them.. too bad she's not very good at hiding things!!

                    " what are you doing with that? " she doesn't have time to process her alarm before her limbs are reaching out to try and snatch the flimsy piece of paper from their hands. " did you read it? tell me you didn't read it. "

[jroycethethird]

Royce looked at the unfamiliar face curiously, assessing the other man as he spoke, admittedly not paying a whole lot of attention to his words. He was cute, sure, had a nice sounding voice, seemed very boyish which had been somewhat his type (alongside the sassy gorgeous model types he tended to favor in other men). The grocery store comment was strangely underwhelming, as if it ruined the fun of seeing a cute new face. It was very… proletariat. He thought he probably was the kind to buy shredded lettuce in a plastic bag. You already have enough projects, his own voice told himself and Royce subconsciously frowned. “Ah, well, I believe you can pay a fee and still pick from the offerings, though I think most gardeners do frown upon those who take and don’t exactly contribute.” Or maybe that was just him, he certainly did.

He could hear the buzzing again, just a bit nearby, and Royce figured it was time to pack up and leave. Picking up his discarded gardening spade and replacing it to its designated spot on his apron, he carefully stepped about, heading towards the entrance where the other man lingered. Smiling in a jovial way, he tried to make his escape seem natural. “I’m Royce, by the way. Royce Van Doren. I don’t think I’ve seen you around before, which usually means you’re new but I also rarely spend time in town so I could be off.” He moved to offer a hand, but he still had dirt in the creases of his fingers and palm, and thought better of it. “Well grocery boy, if you’re not a member and don’t think you’d contribute, my bet is you should keep looking elsewhere for a hobby. What kind of places have you swung by? Lunar Cove is small, but it’s not void of good places to waste time.” He motioned to the garden, “Case in point.”

No one had ever accused Nathaniel Windsor of having a green thumb. In fact, it was more likely he would be considered a menace to horticulture than anything resembling a gardener, but here he was nonetheless. This stop had been one of many on his tour through the town, desperately searching out the places he might fit and offer him the best chance at distraction so he didn't slip back into the woe-is-me mindset and lock himself away with grossly expensive bottles of whiskey.

He'd nearly turned to leave, knowing already this was not his bag, when keen senses picked up on the quiet words being uttered just inside the wooden fences. Curiosity compelled him forward despite feeling like he was intruding on something private. And in the moment he decided that, yeah, he should head out, he was spotted and it was too late to make a clean getaway.

An awkward chuckle fell from his lips as a hand scored through his hair. Nate was almost certain he had the exact same shirt the man was currently wearing and yet, he couldn't seem himself seamlessly blending that world and this the way this guy was. "Oh. No, man, you're good. I'm usually more of a whatever is easiest to grab at the grocery store kinda guy. Right now I'm just shopping for a hobby."

[teflonsos]

natemercer​

“if you wanted peace you should have sat somewhere else,” nate retorts though he doesn’t actually remember who sat down first. either way, at least he’s next to someone with the same current amount of motivation as him, which is roughly none. he drops his textbook down into his bag, all pretenses of attempting to get any work done gone now that ricky’s engaged him in conversation, and he slumps in his seat a bit. “i wouldn’t call it drama so much as general disregard for the people around me. and also i’m bored.”

– “ISN’T THIS A LIBRARY, NATHAN?” RICKY ASKS WITH A TEASING GRIN, as if he has any more respect for the institution of it – he doesn’t. he’s not even going to bother trying to cram any more espionage-related information in his head, and honestly he’s happy for the EXCUSE not to, way more relieved to see nate than annoyed. “ ah, you know, if you were trying to get my attention, you could’ve just SAID so, ” he adds with a joking wink.

[silkchvffon]

A PLAYFUL SMIRK APPEARS ON his lips. they've done this dance a million times before and no matter how much he wants to step over the invisible line he can never really bring himself to — there's too much at stake, too much to lose. « we're friends, » nate muses, one hand coming up to brush away a strand of hair from her face. « it is not nothing, but it is all. » but he knows from the way she's looking at him that he's about to make a mistake.

did maia expect anything else? no. had she hoped for something else? yes. grand declarations were becoming a too frequent dream for her. " nothing? " gaze flittered up to meet his. " does this really feel like nothing to you? "

[silkchvffon]

DESPERATION IS EVIDENT ON HIS FACE as he reaches out for the other, hand resting on the other man's arm. « you make me happy, fitz. hell, you may be the only thing in this universe that makes me happy, » he argues, tone urgent. « but your rules ... they don't apply in my world. i don't — i don't get to take you out on dates, or hold your hand in public, or show you off. i would make you miserable. » and, consequently, himself.

the pacing makes him nervous , unable to slip into a sense of comfort at the other's affirmation . he was merely waiting for the other shoe to drop . to be let down easy . " you clearly don't want me that badly if you want me to walk away , " he says , tone wounded . " i'm obviously not going to guilt - trip you into seeing me or anything . if you want me to stay away , i will . i'll do whatever makes this easier for you . whatever makes you happy ."

[silkchvffon]

« SO WHAT IF I DO ? my hands are on you, after all. »

— " you think about her when your hands is on my hips? "