#My OC Eunoia

[astrumocs]

Revenge art for @/BasementDweller23 on Artfight of Kinoko (OC uses she/her)

[eunoiaastralwings]

if you liked to be tagged too - let me know :)

[wish-i-were-heather]

DIDNT THEY TELL US DONT RUSH INTO THINGS DIDNT YOU FLASH YOUR GREEN EYES AT ME HAVENT YOU HEARD WHAT BECOMES OF CURIOUS MINDS OH DIDNT IT ALL SEEM NEW AND EXCITNG I FELT YOUR ARMS TWISTING AROUND ME I SHOULD HAVE SLEPT WITH ONE EYE OPEN AT NIGHT

[infaernalfluffles]

valentines baking

[springdoy]

# theme  0108 ㅤ  *ㅤ eunoia.

— ㅤㅤfeatures.

personal / single muse theme. multiple options. different font size and options. visible source link. best viewed on chrome. lights off.

— ㅤㅤdimensions.

sidebar: 260x260. icon: 34x34. navigation: 190x240. muses: 50x50, each. oc profile: 100x110. outfit: 200x315. small accessories: 90x90, each. shoes: 190x120.

— ㅤㅤterms of use.

please don’t remove the credit. this is not a base code. do not take parts of the code without my permission. do not buy / use if i have you blocked. do not repost. do not use as inspiration.

[nootseirre]

my part for a Univ Tarot OC edition collab :]

Characters [left to right] : Glide, Eunoia, Sunny

[writingmochi]

! "songs you actually listen to(?)" tag game !

rules: when you get this you have to put 5 songs you actually listen to, and post it! then, send this to 10 of your favorite followers (non-negotiable, positivity is cool) < that is actually part of the rule i didn't make it up

tagged by: ilem aka @lovejoshua love how you tagged me but the tagging link doesn't work... it's very fortunate that i saw your post on my timeline

i'll do you all better... i'm doing 5 artists i'm currently listening to instead! and this will be full of tone indicators because people will get offended even by the minuscule things + because this is music i will freaking ramble so i'm sorry for the incoming long post

&team, specifically firework

this song is such a surprise for me and to be honest i hadn't even thought that hybe could make another good song for any other artists than newjeans /pretty srs. it has a bit of txt's thursday's child 80's vibe to it. it definitely makes much more sense than what the walmart twilight concept enhypen is doing /nm /criticism (believe me, i'm still stuck in the tamed-dashed era. also bring back the composer who makes given-taken pls /gen) i also want to give my two cents and say that i like the korean version better. i think this song was meant to be sung in korean before japanese imo

radiohead

what is 2023 lissie without radiohead? from creating and planning a 20-part anthology series based of their discography to buying my favorite albums of theirs on vinyl (which are the two albums that i plaster above), they've climbed up my ranks of favorite artists of all time. i choose jigsaw specifically because i rekindle my love of playing bass from that song and climbing up the walls because of the seonghwa fic i'm planning (it is exceptionally one of the most underappreciated songs in ok computer...)

billlie

they are the children of f(x) i'm telling you!!!!!!!!! just like how i consider the boyz as the children of exo and txt as the children of shinee. they are the siblings of 2016-2019 loona and gwsn. they are the product of sm ent's music prodigy sibling and i love them for that. they also are the junior of brown eyed girls, aka one of the most iconic kpop 2nd gen gg and the one that releases bops such as brave new world, kill bill, sign, and abracadabra! i love their discography so much and they have the potential to have one of the best kpop discographies in the industry alongside red velvet. i'll gatekeep them until the end along with onf because only people with taste can enjoy their songs /lh /gen aaaaaaaaaaa

triples aaa

the unit that could be if modhaus don't make such a strict rule because they disbanded for not having 100k album sold (womp womp) generation is such a high-quality debut track from a small company and dimension having their own versions within the subunits is a great concept. i mean, jaden jeong is the head of the 2016-2019 loona sound and i gotta have to appreciate him for picking good tracks man. their songs are also one of the bases of sound for my oc kpop group sound in @interactivemochi. also a discussion starter question: will modhaus actually be able to do the multi-unit many-member group that sm ent wanted with nct? i actually think they will because indie labels are more experimental than the big corporate ones (aka nct will be great with their infinite concept if they're committed and take those risks) just look at jaden jeong's print on onlyoneof and loona, they're pretty small but their fans are loyal af. yet, i'm merely just a casual listener of triples because they play around with nfts (and i am a biz student who doesn't like crypto and nft)

depeche mode and other new wave and 80s experimental musicians

when you have a gen z kid who likes older songs rather than new ones, they have to listen to new wave and synth-pop, specifically depeche mode. people usually associate them with post-punk along with talking heads, joy division, new order, kate bush etc and i can definitely agree. new wave is one of my favorite genres because of how experimental they are and it is exactly what depeche mode is doing + i love the resurgence of old brit bands like the shoegaze bands that includes slowdive, mbv, and siouxsie and the banshees

don't forget that this is meant to be 5 songs and i wanted to be extra because i can be extra *wink*

tagging: @ujunxverse (you could definitely do it on @/orochxi if you want), my fellow untag people from ilem's post @boba-beom @robin-obsessed, also others such as @dim-sun @tyunlatte @heart2beom @itz-yerin @txt-yaomi @talesofyuan @euphor1a + anyone who wanna join cuz i would love to hear new music :D

[xxcxelum]

EUNOIA↬ she/her // cabin 7 // slytherin // infp-t // spotify // landing //

ah, okay, hi!! i don't really expect anyone to follow or look at this blog, i made it more for myself. i have a lot of thoughts about my ocs and wips, so i needed somewhere to put them. i'll probably also reblog a lot of writing stuff idk we'll see where this blog goes

MY WIPS↴

keeping caelum (main wip!!) to love and to loathe red deleted footage what killed the cat

any writing posted on this blog belongs to me. please to not repost anywhere or claim as your own. © 2024 xxcxelum

[buyakasha]

Now that I’m back here, I’ve discovered pinned posts are a thing! so

Hi, my name is Buya/Ty/Taylor, I’m 29, non-binary, and go by they/she/he. I’m a hobbyist artist who likes to design creatures/aliens/ocs. While I used to draw a lot of fanart, most of my creative time is spent on original work now, mainly my headstories- Outliers and Eunoia. Maybe one day they’ll be comics!

I love cartoons, music, movies, and video games of all genres, so a lot of that will be reblogged and talked about here, as well as personal stuff. If you strictly only want to see my art, please head on over to @h0undrel

Other places you can find me:

Twitter

DeviantArt (needs updating)

Toyhouse

Ko-fi

Thanks for following!

[wishesunderthestars]

hi! thank you for the new work - i loved the characterisations of your oc, jungkook and yoongi, and definitely looking forward to seeing where your inspiration takes you 💜 its been a lovely to read while listening to the new album at the end of a very long week!

ps. i've also been a long time fan of eunoia, and whilst I look forward to seeing a new chapter on my dashboard (quiet comfort and angst) and i genuinely cannot believe the entitlement on your last ask! i've been more of a lurker, but i hope you don't think they're representative of your readers.... thank you for the time, energy and effort you dedicate to this 💜

Hi!! Thank you for reading, it makes me really happy that you enjoyed the new story! It's nice to know that there are people who liked it after the last ask. I know that the majority of my readers doesn't feel like but it made me feel a little sad. Eunoia will always be special to me and I'm working on the next chapter slowly but I also have a lot of new ideas and I want to share them on here

[fades-into-oblivion]

"In the morning light we fade into oblivion."

DAPHNE ROSAMIE: DAUGTHER OF LETHE

hi!! my name is daphne, but you can call me daph. i'd like to think i'm pretty chill. i adore listening to music, my headphones are the love of my life. i can make things disappear (long story) which is also pretty cool. im learning electric guitar, and have no real plans for what i want to do with my life or what to study. just vibes.

my pronouns: she/they my age: 17ish my birthday: january 2 my godly parent: lethe my abilities: the oblivion part of the river goddess, so making things disappear (no, i havent tried it on people yet) also making people forget things my sexuality: asexual biromantic

people i know!!

@dontforgivejust-forget damien!! my brother, the smart twin (im the hot one)

(this list will hopefully grow as i interact with more ppl)

ooc:

ok hiii!! to preface any ooc stuff, tags or otherwise, will have the two slashes before it like //this

//anyway, im @wish-i-were-heather. if u wanna talk to me ooc my name's eunoia i use she/her pronouns! if youre my moot omgg what are you doing hereee🙈🙈 if u also have a pjo rp blog then interact with me they can be besties with daph hehhee. also full credit to the admin of the damian rp (idk their main) for the character, daphne is 100% their oc and im simply the humble roleplayer :)

[teresalart]

WEEELLCOMMEE:D

Okay, I just want to introduce myself here:)

Maybe i will make some art? Or comic and some canon and even an oc!

I like country humans, AVM,AVA, lmk, COD, Demon slayer, and Maybe some fantasy.

some info about me:

Name: Teresa

Pronouns: She/her

Birthday: 19 oct Age: you ask? Iam a young artist

Hobbies: Drawing, coloring, writing,reading,stay up late, Listening music,and Sleep:D

sometime iam lazy and ended up forgot at something i want to do so please forgive me-v-💧

I Open commision art^^

English not my first Language, my first language was Bahasa Indonesia:) So forgive me if my english not very good

Don't spam something because Its That means I'm doing other work i have(My schedule is sometimes full, especially Wednesdays) -_-

My main OC:

traditional digital

Uhh- i dont like the face on the digital art... I just like the anatomy:p but yeah its my old art just try to understand it:')

Full Name: Eunoia Teresa Lekalette

Name: Eunoia

Height: 170 cm

Age: 12 y.o

Gender: girl

Weapon: Toya

magic: Wind, darkness, iron chain

Grade: 7or 1 junior high school

Favorite food: spinach , soy sauce chicken

Crush: TNI, John Soap MacTavish(lol sukanya sama yang ga bisa di miliki)

Personality:

-omnivert

-jovial(according to mood )

-don't give up but are a little lazy

-Love her bolsters.

FUN FACT:

The way she brings out her toya is by taking it out through her sleeve

She was afraid of getting injections when she was in 3rd grade:)

Okay, only that now i want to sleep -v-

Bye bye:D

[eunoiaastralwings]

How I describe my Lú (@luthriel-tinuviel) to everyone 🤣

[wish-i-were-heather]

i know who you pretend i am

[1spooky-dad]

Oc rant incoming but uh

Constantly thinking about how much eunoia evolves between stories I plop them in,, how while being the same person throughout, I can change them so so much. At their core they are a weird hermit witch with a tar-like god living in them that rots what it touches. But I put them in arcane, and that god is now a celestial that can cure all ills as long as eunoia provides it with waste and garbage. They died and it brought them back to inhabit their body and now they're an immortal Uber eats for a higher being.

Trigun? They are the higher being, the split between them and the god no longer exists, and they control the ecosystem on the entire desert planet. They're fucking pissed that humanity showed up and fucked with their ecosystem. They provide energy to the beings of the world, but they also take it away. Life and death within one being, keeping it all balanced and checked, and working with knives to get rid of the parasites.

It's just. God. I love them so much. Their core personality doesn't change but I can make them a bringer of decay and death, or of life and healing, or of both at the same time, but they are the same person!! They are so much more malleable than a lot of other ocs, they just click with me on another level. I guess that's kinda what sonas are meant to be in the first place. More about the connection with you rather than reflecting exactly yourself. You know this character so well, you can put them into any situation, change core components of them, and still know them perfectly and you work together with the character perfectly. They are my baby. My blorbo. My little freak of nature who doesn't want to be alive anymore but I just keep sticking them into situations. If they could, they would kill me in an instant just so they can rest. They hate my guts. I love them. They vomit as a power.

[turnsoutnoonewasexaggerating]

Part 16 of The Sam Diaries

Summary: Meet Sam, a sweet confused unfit demisexual, as he encounters his celebrity crush Andrew Minyard time and time again despite, or perhaps because of the fact that he doesn’t actually like Exy all that much. (That or because his girlfriend owns the ice-cream place Andrew’s obsessed with. One or the other.)

Chapter summary: Sam and the small world (or Sam gets married, part one)

Read on Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/10507836/chapters/34567496

Sam and Eunoia had better be sodding grateful that- Woah. When had he started caring about whether the two pests were grateful or not? With everything that had been revealed about Eunoia’s parentage, it would’ve been much easier for Andrew and Neil to cut the two of them off, would’ve made more sense too. Add that on to the mess with Rosa deRosales (who Andrew is not admitting he’s actually glad he met, nor will he admit he’s planning on talking to her at the wedding) and it seems ridiculous that Andrew and Neil are bothering with them. He thinks it might have something to do with the kindness of Sam, the way he saved Neil’s life and expected nothing in return, the resilience of Eunoia and how she’s made her little corner of the world into a safe space, when no-one would’ve thought of her differently if she hadn’t. There have been very few people in Andrew and Neil’s lives who were kind without reason; since the Foxes that number has thankfully upped, but you could argue that the Foxes needed each other to win, and Wymack had taken them in to play for him; Sam and Eunoia gained no further advantage from being friendly with them, other than regular customers.

Still, they had better be grateful that Andrew was suffering through the indignity of being wheeled around by Neil into the entrance hall, an hour before the wedding ceremony was supposed to commence. The idea was that hopefully any paparazzi who’d followed them would get bored by the time the ceremony actually let out if they were inside the whole time.

Eunoia and Sam were stood talking to a tall Hispanic girl, Eunoia gesturing all over the place excitedly. Just watching her made Andrew feeling like his stitches were pulling.

“Noia it’s going to be fine. I can handle the shop for two weeks for your honeymoon, alright?”

“I know I trust you it’s just…” Eunoia trailed off, and then caught sight of Andrew and Neil. Neil pushed Andrew a bit closer as the other three closed the distance. Andrew took the chance to examine Sam and Eunoia, who honestly looked like their bodies were about to burst with the happiness they were containing. The adoration in Sam’s eyes as he looked at Eunoia made Andrew actually feel a little sick, while the fierce pride Eunoia seemed to glow with when she looked back made him feel like an intruder on something private. Admittedly, Andrew hadn’t been sure what to expect, what with Sam already saying that they weren’t using rings and the fact that Eunoia and Sam were here together, not waiting to see each other for the first time at the aisle, though Andrew knew they hadn’t seen each other for two weeks in-between, so Andrew’s image of a white traditional wedding was already offset, but he was still surprised with how different it was. Sam was wearing a dark red shirt, with the sleeves rolled up to the elbows, and black dress pants, but no shoes. Eunoia’s dress had a train, but the end of the dress at the front finished at her ankle, so you could see she also barefoot. Her dress began the same dark red as Sam’s shirt, but slowly faded to white up to the top of the strapless piece. It was a beautiful dress, but it was also a powerful one; this dress could be worn by Queens and conquerors as well as the ‘blushing bride’. Red berries were weaved through Eunoia’s hair, forming a wreath of sorts while the majority of her hair was left flowing down her back.

“Andrew, how are you feeling?” Eunoia asked, thankfully not doing that thing where people bend down to talk to him; he had enough of that when he was stood up.

“What was the point of being apart for two weeks if you weren’t going to do a big surprise reveal at the wedding?” Andrew counters, not bothering to answer her question. The fact he was alive spoke for itself.

“Why does our surprise reveal to each other have to include everyone else? This is our wedding day, the day that means from now on we’re going to be legally bound to each other forever, why would I want to spend a second of our big day away from her? That makes no sense.” Sam answers. Andrew raises an eyebrow, conceding the point, even if he still didn’t see the point of weddings. He almost smirks remembering the last time Neil and he had a sit down talk about the official ‘status’ of their relationship, after Neil’s near hyperventilation at that he can’t imagine what would happen if Andrew suddenly announced he wanted to get married.

Andrew hadn’t seen Neil this agitated since he’d found about Andrew’s fear of heights, and therefore Andrew’s exploitation of them in order to be able to feel anything. That had only lasted a split second, whereas Andrew had the feeling as he took in Neil pacing across their dorm room, that Neil had been doing it for some time.

  Neil spun round to face Andrew as soon as he heard the door close, opened his mouth and then closed it again immediately, looking rather like a fish. “I thought you were on a date with Allison.”

“They’re not dates.” Neil snapped back immediately, as he always did when Andrew referred to them as such, and then his eyes widened in horror. “They’re not dates, right?” Andrew raised an eyebrow. Neil sat down heavily on the sofa and ran a hand through his hair.

The closer they got to Andrew’s graduation, the more desperate their kisses had become, until they were almost bordering on the intensity of their first few kisses, before they’d admitted to themselves that this nothing meant a lot more to them than either had intended. It wasn’t that Andrew was worried about Neil breaking up with him when he left university, at least not logically, but he still had a childhood of reasons not to trust in anything too good to be true, and if that wasn’t a descriptor of Neil, Andrew didn’t know what was.

  “We need to talk about some things.” Neil said, to the floor, and Andrew felt his eyebrows raise even higher. They weren’t the type to sit down and make time for difficult conversations; difficult conversations were the majority of their conversations. It just made them worthwhile. “Before you leave.”

  “I’m graduating not walking out on you. You sound like a 50’s housewife.” Neil snorted lightly, but Andrew knew his heart wasn’t in it. Neil patted the seat next to him and Andrew sat down, feeling a ridiculous amount like he was being called in to see the principal.

  “Allison and I were talking today. And she made me think about something. It made me realise I don’t know how much about our relationship after you leave has been me assuming things based on how much I trust you, and how much has been on how I feel about sex.”

  At that final word Andrew sharpens, then stills, eyes narrowing. “I thought I told you to stop giving a shit about what the others think about our relationship.”

  “This isn’t that Andrew.” Neil replies softly. Andrew’s not used to any of his words sounding soft. Fear, the kind the opens like a whirlpool drowning out rational thought, begins to swirl in his stomach. “I need you to know I’m not bringing this up because I have any doubts about our relationship lasting long term or because I don’t trust you long-distance or anything, that’s stupid and that’s what Allison suggested. So this isn’t that.”

  The fear abates somewhat but Andrew’s hands still feel clammy. “Spit it out Neil I swear to God-”

“Are we exclusive once you leave?” Neil blurts out, and Andrew’s face goes the kind of shocked blank that’s reminiscent of his brief stints sober between pills. “I mean that- Well. I know for me that sex is like just one thing and it’s great with you and everything and I really enjoy it but I don’t ever really crave it. Like when we’re going to have to go ages between seeing each other I’m going to miss you but I’m indifferent about the sex part. I’ll miss the intimacy of it but if you told me today that you were never going to touch me again I wouldn’t care.” Neil glances at Andrew to see if his uncoordinated rambling is making any sense and then backpedals quickly at whatever he sees in his expression. “I mean of course I’d care because that would be a really backwards step and I’d be worried about what had caused it but I wouldn’t care in terms of our relationship holding together.”

“I don’t see what your point is.” Andrew admits, when Neil pauses to breathe, regarding Neil with a strange expression that Neil recognises from being told ‘I’ll still solve you’.

  “Oh right, yeah.” Neil clears his throat. “I know sex isn’t like that for you. And I’m not saying I think you’d suddenly want to start hooking up with every fit male you see in whichever state you end up in, but, well, according to everyone else I’ve spoken to about it they say sex becomes like 'an itch you need to scratch’ after a while? I guess in the same way I want to go running and I feel restless until I’ve been able to go. Not a necessity but more than just a want right?” Neil nods at whatever he sees in Andrew’s eyes, even though Andrew’s sure he’d made his face as impassive as possible. “And I know that we’re going to have to go months without seeing each other. So, if it was something you were considering, I’d like to talk about it. And if not you can just pretend this conversation never happened and I’ll try and melt into the couch.” Andrew cocks his head.

  ���I don’t think I’ve ever seen you embarrassed before.” Neil buries his head in his hands.

“Andrew.” Neil whines. Andrew watches in fascination as the heat on Neil’s cheeks reaches his ears and paints them bright red.

“And if I said yes, I was considering it?” Andrew asks, curious as to Neil’s reaction and also taking pity on his embarrassment.

  “Then I’d tell you that I think I’d be ok with you having some relationship like your agreement with Roland but I’m not sure because I’ve never had a reason to be jealous before but that we could keep talking about it and you could decide if that was going to be ok for you.”

  “No, I’m not considering it.” Andrew says finally, and Neil visibly deflates into the sofa.

  “I didn’t mean to imply anything.” Neil says, after a moment, and Andrew sighs and laces their hands together quietly, tugging Neil closer to him.

  “I know, and you’re an idiot, but I’m glad you felt we could talk about this.” Andrew says, the words only a little strangled from the admission that had taken many hours with Bee to become familiar with. Neil glances at him and, correctly reading the permission in his eyes, carefully lays his head on Andrew’s shoulder and snuggles into him.

  “I can talk to you about anything. But let’s not ever have that conversation again.” Neil hums a little against Andrew’s neck, prompting a shiver, and then sits bolt upright, looking concerned. “I mean if we ever need to have this conversation again we totally can-”

  “Shut up Junkie.” Andrew replies, almost fondly, and kisses him before the heat fully fades from his face, planning on taking the image of his flushed cheeks to a more pleasurable location. 

Andrew is saved from replying by Neil addressing the woman they didn’t know, with hesitance and more than a little confusion. “Julia?” Neil asks, and the woman startles, blinking at him.

“How do you know my name?”

“Um, I went by Matías Fuentes when I knew you.” And holy Hell why has Andrew not made Neil do his Spanish accent before now- if they weren’t in public and Andrew could stand without potentially endangering his life… Or actually, just if they weren’t in public because Andrew could picture some pretty good ideas for what he could do with Neil sat in his lap.

“Matias?!” Julia exclaims, “What happened to you? One day you were in class with me, and the next we had no lead for the school play! We had to make do with Lito after you left. Lito!” Neil winces sympathetically and Julia shakes her head in disbelief. “Look, I have to go finish getting the flowers and everything for Noia, but at the reception you and I are going to have a talk.” She insists, shooting a look at Neil that clearly says if he tries to get out of it, she will tear him a new one, a look he’s only used to seeing from Wymack and Dan. She squeezes Eunoia’s hand and then, to Andrew’s utmost shock, kisses Neil on the cheek before hurrying away.

“What just happened?” Sam asks, faintly.

“You were the lead in a school play?” Eunoia says, in disbelief.

“Who was that?” Andrew snapped before Julia had even fully left hearing range, though he didn’t seem to notice. He was too busy glaring at Neil’s bemused face, and where he was rubbing his hand against his cheek where Julia had kissed him. To his surprise and disgust, Neil flushed the slight pink he only ever did when Andrew sucked his-

Well.

“That would be one of five people I’ve ever kissed, and one of two that I ever initiated a kiss with.” Neil admitted, still with a stupid bemused smile.

Andrew wasn’t the jealous type, but he was definitely possessive. He couldn’t care less what Neil had felt in the past (well he could, actually he had a vested interest in what the hell had happened there that he planned to collect in their truth game as soon as possible) but he was going to be sure none of those feelings translated into the present.

“For a demi that’s practically getting around.” Sam jokes. “I mean I’ve only kissed two people total, though I think that might be more to do with how I look. Eunoia tells me you’re very attractive.”

“So are you, gorgeous.” Eunoia chimes in, thankfully with more of Dan’s teasing edge than Matt’s unattractive puppy-dog sweetness. Andrew’s dental work is blessed by the Gods, but Matt can make even his teeth rot. “But Neil’s more striking attractive, while you’re more ‘stable human being you take home to meet the parents’ attractive.”

“Was that a pun?” Even Eunoia ignores Sam’s latest attempt at humour (or at least that’s how it seems to Andrew). “Anyway Neil, who are your five? Don’t tell me one of them is Aaron; his angles are all wrong.”

Neil goes vaguely green at the thought while Andrew’s jaw clenches. That was a mental image neither of them ever wanted.

“What do you mean his ‘angles’?” Eunoia asks, confused. “I thought they were identical twins.” Both Neil and Sam wince in reproach, and then share a grimace with amusement.

“They are but they’re just not…” Neil makes a slashing motion with his hands, clearly not knowing how to articulate it.

“They’re not comparable like that. It’s like…” Sam searches for an example. “I don’t know. Andrew’s sharp but Aaron’s pricklier. They have the same face but they use it very differently. Aaron’s someone you’d find physically attractive first, romantically or emotionally second. He’s looking to be that way too; it’s purposeful whether he means to or not.” Neil is gaping at Sam. Sam feels himself beginning to go red.

“Be nice to him, he’s not the best with words.” Eunoia says fondly.

“No he said exactly what I meant.” Neil argues. Sam grins shyly, and Andrew and Eunoia share an exasperated look (Andrew is also not sure whether to be offended or not that he’s not ‘physically attractive first’ whatever the Hell that means. Andrew puts effort into his appearance).

“You never answered my question.” Sam says eventually, and Neil’s hand starts tracing patterns over his shirt, patterns only Andrew knows are his scars.

“The first was this girl in France. We were about a month away from leaving town and I used to walk home in the same direction as her. Never tried to walk with her but the girl wouldn’t leave me alone. One day she ran up to me, out of breath, just outside the school gates, and held out her hand, asked me to hold something for her. I was so startled I just opened my hand and then she held my hand instead of giving me anything. I was looking at our hands wondering what the hell was going on and then she kissed me. Ran off again right after. My mother… We moved out of the country that night.” This story Andrew had heard in pieces before, but he hadn’t known they’d left early because of a kiss. “Then was a Luca in Switzerland. I think it was a dare? I’d kind of forgotten it had happened. Then Julia. Then Nicky and of course.” Neil gestured his head towards his not-boyfriend. The easy relaxation on his face died as took in Andrew; the clenched fists and rage-filled eyes.

“Nicky?” He asked, with gritted teeth. Neil looked confused.

“Yeah…?” Andrew felt the rage grow even hotter as he realised Nicky must have been the one to initiate the kiss seeing as Neil said he’d only ever willingly kissed Andrew and the stupid tall Spanish girl.

“When the fuck did my cousin kiss you.” He ground out, barely noticing Eunoia and Sam sharing worried looks in his peripheral vision. Neil’s frown only deepened.

“The first night in Columbia. I assumed you’d asked him to. He gave me the drugs by kissing me.”

“You drugged him?!” Eunoia shouted, appalled. Andrew ignored her.

“I didn’t ask him to. I told him to give you more of the drugs; I didn’t say to assault you.” Andrew unclenches his fists but his hands are shaking with tremors he hasn’t had since coming off his meds. Worse than what Nicky had done is the next realisation. “This whole time you thought I’d asked Nicky to do that to you? You got into- into this with me thinking that I was someone who’d ordered an assault on your person?”

“So you’re not fine with him choosing to be in a relationship with you because your cousin kissed him without his permission one time, but you are with him choosing to be in a relationship with someone who drugged him against his will and left him vulnerable somewhere?” Sam asks. Andrew is very close to stabbing the chubbier man in the throat, regardless of how much ice cream he’s going to lose access to.

“Andrew, it happened so long ago I promise I literally never thought about it. If I had, after everything that happened that first year, I probably would have realised that was something Nicky had done of his own volition ok? I understand why you did what you did, and if you hadn’t you never would have trusted me enough to let me stay, and then where would we be?” Neil thought about it for a second. “Well. I mean you’d probably be fine but I’d be six feet under- actually wait no I wouldn’t; my father wouldn’t have buried me, he would’ve scattered my body parts all over Baltimore.” Sam and Eunoia looked sick to their stomachs.

“Shit Neil.” Eunoia managed. Sam hummed in agreement.

“I wouldn’t be fine.” Andrew bit out eventually. Neil sucked in a sharp breath and then beamed, the sight truly startling. Even Sam seemed a little flummoxed.

“How did Julia end up in the states? And how do you know her?” Neil asks of Eunoia, after a moment of intense staring with Andrew.

“Her mum got a new job over here and they all moved. Julia, Rosa and I all became friends in High school, started off as a sort of ‘minorities vs bigots’ and then we all just sort of fell in with each other. Rosa was bullied because she was in the foster system, Julia because she was an immigrant and me because of my skin colour. Julia and Rosa dated for a while before Rosa’s mental health took a turn for the worse and it ended up not being a healthy relationship for either of them. After my parents died in our last year of school it was Julia who helped me reopen the ice-cream parlour, and she’s been the manager ever since. She thinks we’re almost ready to open up a sister store soon, maybe in the next city over but I haven’t decided yet.” Eunoia explained.

“Small world, huh?” Sam says, winding an arm round Eunoia waist. He looks over Andrew’s head to the windows lining the entrance door and then rolls his eyes so hard it’s a surprise they don’t fall out of his head. “Well, Yasmin’s arrived in her usual style.”