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painterhart‌:

Eli was happy to go out with someone. It was a good distraction from his own mind. He’d been frustrated with his lack of ability to paint anything good, and it’d been eating at him. Needless to say, he’d largely been locked in his home sulking about everything and missing his brother.

He was partially distracted by the dog as the two of them walked side by side, and Eli wondered if getting one would help his mood at all – though he didn’t voice it. At the other’s question, he jumped a little as he was pulled out of his trance. He fidgeted with his shirt awkwardly. “Um, no. I’m not good at that kind of thing,” he admitted.

Cade nodded, he’d gotten that vibe. He gave him a smile, “Eli. Buddy.” He said as he moved in closer, throwing his arm over Eli’s shoulder, “Well you’re going to have to get out more, even if I have to drag you. You’re a sweet guy, but you can’t stay locked up in your tower like Rapunzel forever.” He said, feeling like he was an eternal therapist, always trying to help others out. 

He walked Eli to the shop now, stopping in front of it, it didn’t look like much from the outside, but Cade fiddled with his keys as they paused in front of the shop, knowing he hadn’t explained anything to Eli. He opened the door, smiling as he held it open for Eli. Inside was the area he had gotten set up, various art stations, easels, a stage for models or still lifes, a huge supply of art supplies, “So, I haven’t hired anyone to run it yet, because obviously it’s going to sell art supplies...but between you and Casey’s friend Zach, seems like we got a few artists on the island now, so I had this set up. You like?” 

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copperxmcintyre‌:

Copper couldn’t believe he had just gone off like that, just totally unloaded things he had never said out loud and could barely even admit to himself most days. Why had he done that? Was it because he felt like Cade was something of a kindred spirit? That was probably at least part of it, and Copper thought maybe he’d been aching to talk about these things for awhile now. But now that they were out, he couldn’t take them back, could stuff them back into the heart-shaped box in his chest, and that terrified him. Those thhoug  He s were out there now whether he liked it or not. Shaking his head, Copper argued, “I’m not though. Maybe I’m allowed to be upset at myself and everything else that contributed to that night, but I’m not allowed to be upset at him. What kind of asshole is angry at his fiancé for dying when it wasn’t even his fault? I guess the same kind of asshole who kills him.”

Objectively Copper understood what Cade was saying and knew it was true, and he’d probably say the same type of things if this were happening to someone else. But this wasn’t someone else, it was him, and he couldn’t break free of the shackles binding him to his grief and rage and guilt. “I just miss him,” he said sadly, “and I’m trying to keep going for him, but I also don’t feel like I deserve to. I’m having trouble reconciling those conflicting feelings, probably because I can’t. I can’t really keep going when I feel like I deserve to be dead.” When Cade squeezed his hand, Copper squeezed back gratefully, and he just looked at the other man for a moment. While he appreciated the offer to talk, he wanted something else now. “Can you get me out of here?” he asked Cade. “Can you take me somewhere and make me forget, at least for a little while? Please?”

Shaking his head Cade spoke quicker now, he wasn’t going to fix this or make Copper forgive himself overnight, but he was going to be dammed if he sat by and watched this man tear himself apart, words that Cade had echoed plenty of times himself, “You had an accident. I challenged two men who said they’d take him from me and then they murdered him, so if you’re an asshole, then I am fucking Satan. But, guess what, shit fucking happens and you can either wallow and blame yourself or you can accept it and move on. I know you don’t want to hear any of this, fuck I didn’t want to hear it, but you are not at fault, you’ve probably been blaming yourself forever. Lord knows I did, but that path leads nowhere good.” 

He heard the request and almost protested, well he still did to a point, “I am not sure distraction is what you need, but we can get out of here. If you want to forget, if you want to relax. I can make that happen, but we’re not drinking. You need to stay sober today. I want you in a clear mind, anything we do today, we are going to be of clear mind. But, if you need freedom from thought, yeah, a few things come to mind.”

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tristanaramis‌:

When Cade started to speak after his rambling explanation Tristan looked up. Searching Cade’s face. the need to be sure it was real clear to see on his face. Looking for any tell that Cade was angry or upset or… bored.  It had to be there. There was no way that someone would really be alright with this… right? But there was none of those emotions he was looking for in Cade’s expression.

“I… thank you,” he looked down with a slight smile and blinked away tears that suddenly appeared in relief. Someone actually happy to meet the real him after experiencing Aramis first hand.

When Cade touched him Tristan looked up and returned the smile, his hand returning the squeeze. “It’s ok, I trust your security. This place wouldn’t have been the top of the list if it didn’t have security I could trust.” When Cade ordered him a mimosa Tristan just told himself one wouldn’t hurt or do anything. It was more than one that was the concern. So he placed his own order for an egg white omelet with swiss, spinach and mushrooms - extra swiss - and sat back with his hands fidgeting now in his lap.

“So… how’ve you been?”

Cade cocked a brow, shaking his head, he smiled, “Nothing to thank me for, I was by no means myself for the last few years. So I can’t exactly go around being upset that someone struggled with being themselves.” Cade shrugged and waited until the waiter left with the orders, turning to look back at Tristan directly, “I am glad you trust security. I am working on upgrades to it, have a handful of new measures coming through once I work out details with Wyatt. He’s the head of my security. For the record.” 

Sitting up some, he straightened out, looking over Tristan, he was cute, hopefully he’d relax now and be a little less nervous, “So come on, spill, you’re here. You’ve been here a bit now. What is the tea?” He said with a chuckle, shaking his head, licking his lips as he grabbed the orange juice, finishing off the rest of his glass in one full gulp. He met Tristan’s eyes and went on, “What I mean is, what you been doing? Have you been finding anything fun to do? Anyone? Catch me up, tell me about your life. If I am going to meet you again, I might as well get the details.” 

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matt-bettenhaus‌:

Matt decided to check out the little coffee spot at the shopping center that morning after his run, still discovering all the little nooks and crannies the island had to offer. As he walked in, there was a little bit of commotion on the table near the door. It was none other than Cade Riviera himself. Matt instantly felt bad for him as the coffee drenched him, and really hoped it hadn’t been scalding. The blonde knew a thing or two about dick injuries, but he’d never had the misfortune of boiling it like a fucking hot dog in a pot.

“Holy shit, are you okay?” he asked, looking around and finding a napkin dispenser. He brought it over and handed some to Cade, then began to wick up some of the coffee that had spilled on the table so that more wouldn’t spill all over his damn crotch. His gaze traveled over to the man’s papers, and then he realized what he was looking at. “Is that an ice rink? Please tell me you’re thinkin’ about bringing one to the island, cause I’d give my left nut for one.”

Cade was dusting himself off, the way he yelled, Bentley had backed up, tangling himself more in the table legs. Which would be a problem he’d have to deal with later, he was shaking his head. Cade took the napkins, “Yeah. Yeah, I’m good.” He said as he rubbed the napkins over his lap and shirt. He’d have to go home and change before he went out tonight now. He wasn’t really listening to Matt when he talked about the ice rink. He glanced up, “Hmmm?” He asked and then it clicked what Matt was referring too. 

“Oh, um yeah, you’re Bettenhaus right? I used to watch you back on the Kings. Attended a lot of games. We’ve technically met, you signed me and Michael’s hat back when you won the cup.” Cade said with a smirk and moved to stand on the other side of the table before leaning down to help Bentley out, untangling his leash as he continued on, “Debating an ice rink or a zoo of sorts. Set land aside for it, just polling backers and seeing if I can get it at least partially financed so I am not funding it myself. Construction, staff, etc. It’s a lot.” 

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Casey|Cade 💙

Casey: Yes.

Casey: Cade Riviera does not sit around idly with his thumb up his ass, even while his nuts sizzle.

Cade: I mean you're not wrong. Though sometimes I like thumbs up my ass. JS

Cade: Currently I am getting discharged.

Cade: Then I am going to go lay in my bath for hours probably. Lazy day is the plan.

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Casey|Cade 💙

Casey: LMAO WTF

Casey: Poor baby! No hot tub for you for... like. At least a few days, unless you want to experience a special kind of pain.

Casey: Ice baths, though. That's where it's at.

Casey: They do wonders for your skin, ngl.

Casey: Aside from self mutilation, what are you up to?

Cade: I haven't taken an ice bath in forever.

Cade: I think rehab, the physical kind was the last time.

Cade: Wait I have to be up to more then burning my nuts off?

Cade: You ask a lot sir.

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[Casey:] I'm getting a feather boa, cause that cockatoo is a whole fucking mood. That's me, the devil on your shoulder.

Cade: At least we agree you are the devil.

Cade: That hair and a boa. You’ll be beautiful. 

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Casey: I’m getting you this sweater. Casey: LMFAO 😘😘😘

Cade: Only if I can get you a wig of that haircut. Cade: Cause...yes.

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Casey|Cade 💙

Cade: Hey you

Cade: I think I burned my dick.

Cade: I spilled hot coffee on my lap. Doctor says it isn't bad and it won't be an issue, but my downstairs mix up is all red.

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@xander-davis​

The evening was cool and Cade had left the back doors wide open, the cool breeze blowing through and into the open floor plan of his first floor. The kitchen back behind him, Cade laying on the couch, Bentley standing essentially over the top of Cade from the side of the couch,  licking at his face. Cade’s body clothed in a pair of shorts and a loose-fitting black t-shirt, he could already smell Xander’s cooking, which still blew his mind. That the young man had decided to cook for him for the first actual date. He wasn’t really sure what to do with himself, as he was zero help in the kitchen for the most part despite Connor’s efforts to teach him otherwise. 

He rubbed the top of Bentley’s head before sitting up some on the couch, turning his head to look over at Xander in the kitchen, “It is smelling good. But, I swear if this is some sort of ruse to poison me though your food, I am so haunting the shit out of you.” Cade said with a smirk, Bentley pawing at his side because Cade wasn’t giving him direct attention anymore. He leaned on the back of the couch, resting so he could look over the couch and kitchen island at Xander cooking behind him, “You look cute in the kitchen though.” 

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@painterhart​

Cade hadn’t seen Eli since he’d accidentally gotten the artist stoned and took him for a swim, he assumed he’d gotten somewhat settled into the island and Cade wanted to make sure he was alright. He had arranged for the two of them to go on a walk, what he hadn’t told Eli was that he had gotten him a surprise. He had rented out a studio space, which could be used for Eli to work on his art. It was technically open to any artist, but it was a place with full supplies, a stage for models and various work stations. He had been setting it up for the last week and hadn’t hired anybody to run it, so currently Cade had the only key to it. 

Having picked Eli up from his place, he was walking at Eli’s side along with Bentley. The dog leading them on his leash, pausing to sniff things as they walked the path up towards the Ellison Shopping Center, where he had rented the space, though he hadn’t told Eli the final destination, “So...how you settling in? You find anything to keep you busy or anyone?” Cade said with a smirk and a wink at the man at his side. 

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Sitting at the small coffee table, Cade tapped his pen on the wood top. He was trying to decide how to go about his upcoming planned expansions to the Estates. He needed to hire staff, building companies, probably find an investor. A lot of things if he was going to make this work and it would mean at least a month of construction on the island. He just wasn’t sure how to go about it. Bentley was laying at Cade’s feet, the dog chowing down on a bone underneath the table. Cade took a slow sip of his coffee, the papers laid out in front of him. 

Blueprints for either a new ice rink and his other option of an expansive free-range animal park. He couldn’t fit both, he had to weigh the ethical and environmental qualms of both options and make a decision. Casey had left it up to him to make the choice and set up the contracts. The best option was to find an investor. He laid back in his chair, sipping his coffee slowly outside the small shop in the Ellison Shopping Center. He glanced up seeing someone approaching him and he moved to scoot his chair in so he didn’t block the door, when he did, Bentley tried to jump up, knocking the table which resulted in the coffee flying off of the table and onto his shirt and parts of the table, “Fuck.”

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tristanaramis‌:

Tristan kind of deflated at those words and ducked his head, giving a wane smile. Feeling kind of sheepish after Cade kind of went off on this explanation. A little bad as well. “Sorry, didn’t mean to.. offend and all. Just… yeah…” he chuckled a bit.

Tris continued t fiddle with his glass, looking down at it as he struggled. It would be so easy… and so much better if he just… It was right there. A switch he could just flip. 

“I…” he started before stopping a moment, then pushing on. “I’m really not him. Not Aramis. I’ve never been good, with people. Mom thought it was because I was in school with older kids, but it’s not. I just… didn’t connect well. I liked my books. I liked those worlds. Not… this one. And plays… God, plays and musicals were those worlds put onto a stage and suddenly I really could be in them. And to do that I had to, like, talk to people and make them like me. So… I made my own character. I made Aramis.”

He tapped on the side of the glass with a finger. “Sorry, it’s… longer of an answer than you were hoping for. But… Aramis was just for the bows and the parties with investors and just that. I was still just Tristan. But… Shawn… I thought he… that I… I thought it was love. But he wanted Aramis, my fame and my money. I was too stupid to realize different. And Aramis became my crutch. I, Tristan, wasn’t enough for Shawn. Like everyone else, Shawn didn’t know how to deal with me. Aramis was just easier.”

There was a pregnant pause there. “And… he cheated on me. In our bed. With my understudy. Didn’t take the beak-up well this time.”

He was nervous. Tristan was effectively a mess. He was talking a bit over himself and visibly nervous the way he fiddled with his glass and shifted his gaze as he spoke to Cade. The owner of the island just looked at him, letting the other explain how he had been a character, never really himself. Which means the entire relationship that Cade knew of, the way he knew him, it was all an act. That definitely explained the nerves of the situation. He licked his lips and nodded a little bit, “Well then, Tristan, it is nice to finally meet you. And fuck Shawn. Fuck anyone who cheats frankly. They can fuck right off.” 

Cade said with a shrug, he rarely had strong feelings about other people’s relationships really, but he knew in his heart that cheating was a huge no, just move on, be open or polyamorous. Nobody deserved to be cheated on, it just made for a situation that hurt everyone. He hated that shit a lot.  He thought it all over for a minute, taking a sip of his orange juice, “Well, I personally think this calls for breakfast and something a bit harder, so I am ordering a mimosas.”

He gave Tristan a warm smile and reached out, squeezing the other’s hand. His eyes locking with Tristan’s own, “You’re safe here. Promise. I’ll introduce you to security if you want and I won’t let anyone bother you, he is banned from the island and I’ll keep it that way.” He said softly, before waving down the waiter, “Two mimosas and I’ll get the short stack and some poached eggs with some hot sauce. Also whatever he wants, put it all on my tab.” 

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copperxmcintyre‌:

When Cade told the bartender that he had had enough, Copper was furious.  He clenched his fists and was about to go off on Cade, that carefully contained rage threatening to break free.  But over the last year he’d gotten good at keeping that inside, so Copper just closed his eyes and took a breath.  Cade was just looking out for him, and he knew that.  "He wouldn’t have wanted me living like this,“ Copper agreed when he opened his eyes.  "But Ethan is dead.  It doesn’t matter what he would have wanted anymore.”  As soon as the words were out of his mouth, Copper felt guilt.  "I’m sorry,“ he whispered, eyes closed again, and he wasn’t talking to Cade.  After opening them once more, Copper said, “That’s not true.  It’s always going to matter what he would have wanted.”  Ethan being dead didn’t change that.

Copper could have gone on raging for a long time.  "I’m just so fucking angry,“ Copper told Cade, his voice a whisper; this wasn’t something he had ever said to anyone other than his therapist back in Maine.  "I’m sad all the time, even when I’m not, but I’m angry too.  I’m mad at everything.”  The longer Copper spoke, the louder he became, his voice laced with bitterness.  He went on, “I’m angry at myself obviously, but I’m mad at that the snowplows hadn’t dropped enough salt to melt the ice that night.  I’m mad at all the fancy new safety measures touted as selling points that failed to save his life.  I’m mad that that tree was growing where it was, and I’m mad at the EMTs for getting there too late.  I’m mad that they focused more on me because they thought I had a better chance of living.  I’m mad at the snow for falling that night.  I’m mad that he had to work, and I’m mad at myself for picking him up and claiming that it was safer that way.  That feels like some big cosmic joke now, only I’m not laughing.  But…”  Copper trailed off, biting his lower lip because what he was about to say was a dark kept secret that he had never given voice to.  The thought of doing that scared him too much.  Then he took a deep breath and said in a raspy voice, “And I’m mad at him for dying.”  Copper couldn’t believe he had said it out loud, and he didn’t feel better, but he didn’t feel worse either.  He didn’t feel like anything.  "I’m so angry that he died and left me here,“ he murmured, and it wasn’t until he saw the teardrops on the bar that he realized he was crying.

Cade let him speak, just let him work through it. He could interject, he could argue, he could explain. None of that would help Copper. No, Cade knew better, he knew that the other needed to be given space to work through it in his own mind so he sat in silence, just nodding slowly at him. When he finally stopped, when he admitted he was mad at him for dying, when he explained the situation fully enough that Cade could fill in all the gaps, it was blatantly an accident. He reached out, wrapping his hand around the back of Copper’s head, he gave him a soft smile, a sad look as they met eyes, “Hey, listen.” He said as he spoke slowly and assured, “You’re allowed to be mad, you’re allowed to be upset. But, you...” He paused, making sure that Copper heard him. 

“You can’t give up and you can’t just let your anger and pain control you.” He almost made a bad joke about it leading to the dark side, but he stowed that away as inappropriate in the back of his mind, “I was angry, sad, all of that for a long time and you’re not going to heal overnight, but talking about it like you just did, that’s a damn good first step.” He swallowed and slid his hand down until he found Copper’s own, sliding his fingers around his hand and giving it a squeeze, “When you’re ready to talk about it, I want to hear about him. The good, the bad, all of it. I’ll tell you about Michael and we can commiserate. But, I understand everything you’re feeling right now.” 

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