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Post by alex 🐺 on Dec 30, 2017 14:10:01 GMT -5

his cheeks are dusted with gold from the kisses of gods / he was always apollo’s favorite.

Pen scraped across paper and Brooklyn feverishly wrote. His thoughts threatening to erupt from his skin. His very being held together like the binding of the notebook in which he was writing. He knew this moment of inspiration would only last so long. The words flowed from his mind to his hand, dancing across the page as ink drops stained the snowy ground around him in the park.

He had finally broken free of his writer’s block. The weight from his shoulders lifted. The boy straightened, cracking his neck and flexing his fingers. There was more inside of him yet, but his hand was cramping. His eyes took in his surroundings and he winced. He had forgotten his sunglasses and the afternoon light was blinding.

"Fuck," the boy whispered to himself.

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the smell of night, inhaling stars.

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a moment suspended [tom//blitz] Dec 30, 2017 19:46:04 GMT -5

Post by Benson Sharpe D3M [Tom] on Dec 30, 2017 19:46:04 GMT -5

Ike O'Nyle

The sound of snow crunching under his boots sounds in his ears. Arms pulling inward in an attempt to keep warm. Jacket doing little to nothing from the cold day, but he liked the feeling. The cool touch of the winter's frost on his face as the bruise along his cheek was still healing from the last fight. Bandages wrapped around his knuckles from the bruising and blood that lined it from the fight. Sunglasses covering his eyes as he glances around the area that he was moving past. A light jog in his own step as he moves quicker than most to anywhere but home.

The sound of a pen scrapping paper hits his ears in an instant. Slowing to a slower walk as he looks to the source of the sound that is both intriguing and a reminder of school in the past. The afternoon light was bright as he decides to continue walking, about to pass the writer. That's until he can see his features. Blonde hair that glitters in the light, eyes that were focused on the words that formed on the pages of a notebook. A moment of hesitation comes forth as the boy looks up blinded by the light. Words falling from his lips like an angel cursing.

"Fuck,"

Words seems to come from his lips already as thinks about moving for a moment, but he stays put with a smile that lifts up at the corners of his lips. The sunglasses are taken from his eyes by his own hand as he puts them out in front of the writer.

"Here."

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a moment suspended [tom//blitz] Dec 30, 2017 20:24:33 GMT -5

Post by alex 🐺 on Dec 30, 2017 20:24:33 GMT -5

his cheeks are dusted with gold from the kisses of gods / he was always apollo’s favorite.

Squinting into the light, Brooklyn did not notice the stranger approach and offer his sunglasses to him upon first hearing the voice. Brown eyes moved from the sun to the source of the voice and the blonde lost all ability to speak. He should note this moment for future reference - scribble down the time, date, and location and file it away for later. But the entire world seemed to stop spinning. A moment suspended as he locked eyes with this stranger. A bit rough around the edges. Knuckles bruised and bloody. Cheek bruised. But stunning. A face that sculptors of old would fight over to immortalize.

"Your eyes stole all my words away,"Brooklyn gushed out, immediately regretting opening his damn mouth. "I mean, keep them,"Brook amended, gesturing to his own cheek with his left hand and a small laugh, the tease too easy to let pass by.

"Perhaps you wanna cover up the battle wounds?"

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Post by Benson Sharpe D3M [Tom] on Jan 15, 2018 19:30:47 GMT -5

Ike O'Nyle

"Your eyes stole all my words away,"

The smile brightens the moment the words hit his ears. A warmth to his stomach as he lets the feeling flutter to life a bit with a brilliant feeling of goodness. Sunglasses still out in an offer of help and kindness from his heart. A fluster of air hits his own mind with a chill to it as he speaks once more, with something in his voice, but Ike didn't mind.

"I mean, keep them,"

Hand withdrawals in a slow movement with a chill to his spine. A feeling of wonder comes across his mind as he notices that what the other male had been doing was writing. Interest flashes across his eyes, until they catch the blonde male gesturing to his cheek with a small laugh that made his chest melt a bit a she let out a little laugh of his own after hearing the words from the blonde's lips.

"Perhaps you wanna cover up the battle wounds?"

Battle wounds was a good way to describe it and he preferred that now over bruises from underground fighting. A laugh comes from his throat as he holds the sunglasses out still. Instead of answering, he pushes them closer with a gesture in his eyes to them as he lets out a breath of fresh air in his chest.

"Nah, I think it'll be okay to show off my win."

Moving ever so slightly, he gently falls next to the blonde with a smile plastered to his lips that gently pulled up happily. The cool air upon his skin feeling relaxing, even if it was cold enough for him to shiver if he didn't have the jacket over his shoulders. Sunglasses dropped onto the blonde as Ike's own words find their escape again.

"So, what's that?"

Hand extending towards what the blonde had been scribbling onto with a writing utensil. A smile upon his lips with curiosity in his eyes.

Obviously, something written, but what could an attractive blonde male write about, that's what he wanted to know.

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