continued from here! // @survdied .
arvo pauses mid-action, alcohol pad stinging stationery fingers, brows
lightly furrowing with his own confusion upon hearing the other's confe
-ssion. he blinks, once, then twice, glancing up, meeting mitch's intense
gaze as he absent-mindedly pushes up his sliding glasses with a finger. πβββ β
mouth and tongue twist, crisscross: uselessly fumbling over words
for a moment, before finally settling on a quiet, " you, you don't...? " πβββ β
they stare at each other for a bit, before gazes finally awkwardly break,
looking elsewhere, though the other still continued to explain himself.
'would i hang around ya so much if i didn't, i dunno, not dislike you?',
arvo seems to fluster, the more the idea is pressed upon, confirmed.πβββ β
" i--i don't know! it's not like you seem to enjoy it much, being around me,
i just thought... you were bored? that you had nothing better to do. " a sigh,
he lightly shakes his head as he attempts returning to what he was doing,
working on mitch's wounds. there's a long pause between the two, then-- πβββ β
" i mean, i don't... i don't hate you either, obviously. i like having
you around, even. to have someone that challenges me? i just. " πβββ β
he takes the bandages and begins wrapping up the other's arm,
" well, you get it, i suppose. and, anyway. i thank you for 'defend
-ing my honor', or whatever, but. " pursed lips, " maybe, hold off
next time? i don't want you getting hurt, just for my sake, and all. " πβββ β
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mitch and arvo had been arguing, bickering as the two of them are inclined to: a rather heated debate, it would seem, as mitch has stepped forward, jabbing his finger into arvo's chest, leaning in close to make a point.
or rather, that's what the intent had been: instead, mitch lingers there, scowling at arvo, breaths mingling. the moment is fraught with tension, and mitch, as impulsive as he is, leans in, pressing his lips to arvos. // from mitch, to arvo, obvsies!!
@survdied // random asks, always accepting!
arvo isn't sure what had spurred their initial argument, to be
honest--it was a slow build, annoyance, tempers rising to a
boil under the surface, a tense back, forth, a nerve struck,
it was a sudden snap, like a rubber-band pulled too tightly. πβββ ββββ ββββ ββββ ββββ ββββ ββββ ββββ ββββ ββββ ββββ ββββ β
no-one was around around to hear their shouting match, this time at
least, (does it still make a sound?): they were tucked into the back of
the greenhouse, with only their quickly rising voices to fill the space. πβββ ββββ ββββ ββββ ββββ ββββ ββββ ββββ ββββ ββββ ββββ ββββ β
mitch steps forward and rams a finger into the gardener's
chest, which only makes him roll his eyes, and reply with his
best snark in return, but... then there's a pause, they glare at
each other, flushed faces inches apart, simply stewing in their
so called anger, (synonyms, read: passion, excitement, fervor). πβββ ββββ ββββ ββββ ββββ ββββ ββββ ββββ ββββ ββββ ββββ ββββ β
suddenly, mitch's lips are being pressed into arvo's, and the teen can't
help but stiffen, surprised. his shoulders hunch, he bristles. blue eye's
widen, and blink a few times owlishly, thoughts, and heart, racing as
heads tilt, lips slide together. his eyes flutter as everything begins to
slowly quieten, melting under the other's touch, and into his arms. πβββ ββββ ββββ ββββ ββββ ββββ ββββ ββββ ββββ ββββ ββββ ββββ β
he softly whines between kisses, panting lightly, " m--mitchy... " he
mumbles, as thin fingers curl into the fabric of the other boy's jacket. πβββ ββββ ββββ ββββ ββββ ββββ ββββ ββββ ββββ ββββ ββββ ββββ β
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from marlon!! // resting his chin on his hand a moment, marlon looks up from the piece of paper he has been scribbling on. counting resources is exhausting, he thinks.
gaze falling to arvo, a soft smile curves his lips, a warm light touching pale blue eyes. watching arvo play with rosie... well, it brings a certain amount of happiness to him, settling itself in his chest. it feels almost... domestic, he thinks: a thing marlon believed he could never have.
" y'having fun? " he asks, a teasing lilt to his words. " don't spoil rosie too much, now. "
@survdied // random asks, always accepting!
arvo had snuck upstairs while the other ex-students gathered in the
courtyard on this quiet day at ericson's, everyone kind of up to their
own thing, something fun. well, except marlon, who was holed up in
his office as usual, working on this and that: counting resources,
planning out the hunting party's new routes... that just won't do. πβββ β
well, really, he couldn't stop him. after all, it needed to get done, but still, he could at least keep him company, right? so, that's what he's doing. plus, it's a little quiet
-er up here, then it is in the yard, him being easily overwhelmed sometimes. πβββ β
the sun beams through the windows, peeking through the curtains, a
subtle heat against skin, carding through hair--he can't help but smile.
sitting on the mattress in the office, he squeaks a dog toy for rosie, gently
tossing it across the room: then, giving lots of praise once she returns it. πβββ β
arvo perks when marlon speaks up, he simply laughs a little, before
leaning over and gently squishing his own freckled cheek against a
very-happy rosie's. glasses now slightly crooked, and he says... πβββ β
" come now! look how cute she is, is it really
'spoiling'? and if it is, can you blame me? " πβββ β
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from marlon!! // " so, uh, hey, i found there. " marlon holds up a bag of seeds, a lopsided smile crossing his features. " for your herb garden, y'know? figured you might like 'em. "
@survdied // random asks, always accepting!
arvo had been sitting on the steps of the school building, hefty book
in hand, when the hunting party finally returned. he glances up, curious,
and happens to catch marlon's gaze from across the courtyard briefly.
so, he smiles, and gives a little wave, something that's returned, be
-fore the group shuffles off to take stock of everything they'd got. πβββ β
he goes back to reading, managing to read a few more pages, flipping
through them casually before noticing--ah, marlon was standing there.
arvo perks, a little surprised by the sudden visit, but it wasn't unwelcomed,
of course. he absentmindedly snaps his book shut, and sets it to the side. πβββ β
" yes...? " 'so, uh. hey, i found these,' the other explains, before
holding out a few bags of seeds, for the greenhouse, his domain.
the bespectacled boy can't help but light up, clapping his hands
together gently in excitement, before taking the bags offered. πβββ β
" for me? thank you, really!-- " a hum, thoughtful, glancing over the
text labeling the items, " these are feverfew flowers. oh, or 'tanac
-etum parthenium', if you're feeling fancy, i suppose! " he lightly
laughs, absentmindedly pushing up his glasses with a finger. πβββ β
" they're good for breaking fevers, of course, hence the name. but,
they're also good for headaches, and can be used as a general
antiseptic! interesting, isn't it? they're pretty, too... " a pause. πβββ β
" you'll come see them, once they're grown, won't you? "
and he smiles, and he looks up at the other expectingly. πβββ β
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from mitch!! // " god, you don't have to be so fuckin' mean, arvo, " mitch says -- which, yes, he is aware is quite rich coming from him.
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arvo huffs a little, arms crossed, obviously annoyed with whatever
mitch had been up to. then the comment about his apparent 'mean
-ness' is enough to make the boy roll his eyes. i mean, really...? πβββ β
" --yeah, well! maybe if you weren't an idiot, i would not have to
be. ever thought of that? change starts with you. " reaching over,
he then taps mitch on the forehead, to further punctuate his point. πβββ β
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