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yeah right
because SHE's gonna say yes to that
because SHE's gonna say yes to that
You literally live inside my head, we can have this talk face to face anytime you want.
So we ended up screwing at the ice rink after hours so he'd shut up.
NO!
[And don't remind him, dammit!
But... he might have a sort of morbid curiosity on what exactly was photographed since it apparently happened when he was out of it for one reason or another.]
I mean...
[A decent pause, if it's given. He could burn them, and hope they were the only copies... at least it might be cathartic.]
Yes.
[And don't remind him, dammit!
But... he might have a sort of morbid curiosity on what exactly was photographed since it apparently happened when he was out of it for one reason or another.]
I mean...
[A decent pause, if it's given. He could burn them, and hope they were the only copies... at least it might be cathartic.]
Yes.
A tempting offer~ I'll make sure to ask him.
He makes the cutest faces.
He makes the cutest faces.
[Shit.]
Something came up. Cid needed a favor. I'll be back before we're suppose to go.
Something came up. Cid needed a favor. I'll be back before we're suppose to go.
Agreed.
Distract him, I'll put them in the fire.
Distract him, I'll put them in the fire.
Oh I know what you thought I meant. Neither one of us is wrong. Innuendo!
Anyway, the answer is persistence. And never knowing when to give up. And especially never knowing when to SHUT up.
Anyway, the answer is persistence. And never knowing when to give up. And especially never knowing when to SHUT up.
Edited 2017-01-07 01:22 (UTC)
That's the one. I was drunk most of the night ;)
a situation that was gonna be funny turned out to be more like jackass soyou seem to understand.
it was obvious to me i got the number wrong but you're an improvement on the person i was going for.
[ He certainly doesn't count. This is a free pass. ] you're texting back.
it was obvious to me i got the number wrong but you're an improvement on the person i was going for.
[ He certainly doesn't count. This is a free pass. ] you're texting back.
Edited 2017-01-07 01:23 (UTC)
[Keith can't remember the last time he's been this furious, but it's the type that's physically making him shake, and even though he knows there should be a capacitor to regulate this, there's just a hallow sense of guilt and frustration that's bundled like a double helix down to the core of his DNA. A more sensibly minded person could talk this out, would find some comfort in going over how this all happened and coming up with a plan of action. And even though they hadn't put titles on anything, since - fuck expectations - a better archetype of a boyfriend wouldn't do something like get into a heated argument over texts. But he's none of the above, and as he throws his phone up against the wall, it cracks and ceases functionality, and he knows that tomorrow he's going to really, really regret doing that, but it felt so good to give into doing something destructive that it actually calms him. Even though his arm has healed, the motion against the socket causes a dull pain and to actually feel it just fuels whatever poison is nearly coursing through his veins.
Some days it feels like there are way too many things being asked of him, and it grasps around his neck and squeezes, sucks the life out of him. He knows he's made a mistake- no, mistakes are things that easy fixable- a serious malfunction of judgment what with getting his bayard stolen from him in what had to be the cheapest display of a suckerpunch. Eternally caught in a circle of bad judgments, he really only has himself to blame for it as some junker ship cruises away somewhere farther off in the galaxy with a possession that was literally invaluable. Keith wasn't even looking for trouble; it always had its way of finding him even when his intentions weren't misaligned.
Then there's Shiro. He knew it was coming, but he didn't want it to- like the morning of a big mission that, since he couldn't freeze time in some magical charade, would come down on him eventually. Things had never really gone entirely smoothly between the two, and he half hoped that the other would put on the significant other mask rather than the black paladin helmet that he had just recently taken back from Keith barely half a year ago.
This is the recklessness that he had avoided so incredibly fucking well when he was in the leadership role and now that he sinks back into old habits, that he feels there's some security netting behind him, he had taken it for granted, and there's nothing- nothing- that could have been more a wake up call than this exact incident. Maybe he was better off, like the months before when Allura was still piloting and not commanding, and Shiro was becoming re-acclimated to donning the black. With a bum arm and nothing but the stars to look at, things had been so incredibly copacetic that it almost felt too surreal, too honeymoon.
Would that Keith control himself, he would have found himself calming by the thought of it, but no- the fits of anger had only been getting worse the older he got. And as time went on, some wounds opened anew, coupled with the frustration of immobility towards doing simple things like caring for himself. It had taken way too long until he felt feeling in his hand again, and how ironic it was that the first thing he'd been able to do was make a fist. Shiro even joked about it, and Keith laughed, because God- this kid was in love and knowing that it couldn't get worse, at least for now, was all that he could ask for.
The castle looked far more uninviting as he makes his way out of his room. If anything, the older male was right. They shouldn't be having personal arguments over something that can't convey tone and diction, but even through texts he could hear Shiro's voice in his head. He knew exactly what each syllable sounded like, the small bumps in intonation that would have been carried with each word, and Keith doesn't know what to think of anything at the moment. There's a storm of fire making its way down the hall, and as he catches Lance in passing, the blue paladin knows exactly what type of step and cadence that Keith's got about him, knows about the situation, and knows exactly where he's heading. It was like a homing missile, and if he was going to aim, he felt deadly enough to lock onto Shiro's heart and let loose if he had to.
He knocks, takes a breath, and tries to stop himself. There's a small voice in his head that tells him not to say or do anything stupid or that he'll regret, but he needs to get himself across. Shiro wasn't just the black paladin to Keith, and they both knew that, but more than anything, he wanted to trust his lover enough not to pull the leadership card on him when he did stupid things. It was a total, utter, fucking mess- just like everything that Keith does.]
Some days it feels like there are way too many things being asked of him, and it grasps around his neck and squeezes, sucks the life out of him. He knows he's made a mistake- no, mistakes are things that easy fixable- a serious malfunction of judgment what with getting his bayard stolen from him in what had to be the cheapest display of a suckerpunch. Eternally caught in a circle of bad judgments, he really only has himself to blame for it as some junker ship cruises away somewhere farther off in the galaxy with a possession that was literally invaluable. Keith wasn't even looking for trouble; it always had its way of finding him even when his intentions weren't misaligned.
Then there's Shiro. He knew it was coming, but he didn't want it to- like the morning of a big mission that, since he couldn't freeze time in some magical charade, would come down on him eventually. Things had never really gone entirely smoothly between the two, and he half hoped that the other would put on the significant other mask rather than the black paladin helmet that he had just recently taken back from Keith barely half a year ago.
This is the recklessness that he had avoided so incredibly fucking well when he was in the leadership role and now that he sinks back into old habits, that he feels there's some security netting behind him, he had taken it for granted, and there's nothing- nothing- that could have been more a wake up call than this exact incident. Maybe he was better off, like the months before when Allura was still piloting and not commanding, and Shiro was becoming re-acclimated to donning the black. With a bum arm and nothing but the stars to look at, things had been so incredibly copacetic that it almost felt too surreal, too honeymoon.
Would that Keith control himself, he would have found himself calming by the thought of it, but no- the fits of anger had only been getting worse the older he got. And as time went on, some wounds opened anew, coupled with the frustration of immobility towards doing simple things like caring for himself. It had taken way too long until he felt feeling in his hand again, and how ironic it was that the first thing he'd been able to do was make a fist. Shiro even joked about it, and Keith laughed, because God- this kid was in love and knowing that it couldn't get worse, at least for now, was all that he could ask for.
The castle looked far more uninviting as he makes his way out of his room. If anything, the older male was right. They shouldn't be having personal arguments over something that can't convey tone and diction, but even through texts he could hear Shiro's voice in his head. He knew exactly what each syllable sounded like, the small bumps in intonation that would have been carried with each word, and Keith doesn't know what to think of anything at the moment. There's a storm of fire making its way down the hall, and as he catches Lance in passing, the blue paladin knows exactly what type of step and cadence that Keith's got about him, knows about the situation, and knows exactly where he's heading. It was like a homing missile, and if he was going to aim, he felt deadly enough to lock onto Shiro's heart and let loose if he had to.
He knocks, takes a breath, and tries to stop himself. There's a small voice in his head that tells him not to say or do anything stupid or that he'll regret, but he needs to get himself across. Shiro wasn't just the black paladin to Keith, and they both knew that, but more than anything, he wanted to trust his lover enough not to pull the leadership card on him when he did stupid things. It was a total, utter, fucking mess- just like everything that Keith does.]
I'm not sure how to interpret this message. Because I definitely have. Responses. But I would rather have more context before saying something that's going to embarrass myself.
[Oh, she's no blushing innocent, far from it, but -- still.]
[Oh, she's no blushing innocent, far from it, but -- still.]
1: I'm just gonna back away slowly and come back when there's less weird crap.
2: Drunk me really needs to stop 1. telling every attractive dude in a relationship that monogamy isn't real 2. Proposing threesomes with them and their girlfriends
3: He showed up on school grounds wearing nothing but a suit of armor. Really at this point I'm more impressed than angry.
4: Text him!
2: Drunk me really needs to stop 1. telling every attractive dude in a relationship that monogamy isn't real 2. Proposing threesomes with them and their girlfriends
3: He showed up on school grounds wearing nothing but a suit of armor. Really at this point I'm more impressed than angry.
4: Text him!
[ Given that they'll be digital copies, almost certainly not. But you can dream, Prompto. No one said you couldn't dream. ]
Of course. You have as much right to them as I do. Possibly more, given that they were taken with your camera.
[ attachment: photography.zip ]
Of course. You have as much right to them as I do. Possibly more, given that they were taken with your camera.
[ attachment: photography.zip ]
1. I don't suppose you have a recipe for a cocktail made of bitter resignation, regretting everything, poor life descisions and deep-seated self-loathing?
2. Im shirtless eating a burrito. How urgent is this?
3. Let's just be mature adults about last night and never speak of it again.
2. Im shirtless eating a burrito. How urgent is this?
3. Let's just be mature adults about last night and never speak of it again.
Edited 2017-01-07 01:23 (UTC)
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