anxiety and excitement {Creed & Aidan}

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anxiety and excitement {Creed & Aidan} Apr 30, 2019 15:36:58 GMT -5

Post by Arrows on Apr 30, 2019 15:36:58 GMT -5

A whip cracks and sparks spread across the afternoon sky. While feet flip and bodies bend in the constant repetition of rehearsal, my eyes angle towards the coloring atmosphere. Billowing clouds of cotton candy pink gently wander over head, while dreams of adventure meander through my mind. A solo swallow sways through the curving edges of the serene sight, and further I am drawn out of my tent of clatter and chaos. The world keeps on spinning, but I float in thought above its clamor.

Alas, a wry whistle severs my wings and sends me hurting back to the Earth. An angered expression alight with irritation radiates from the face of Lena, another afternoon of an absent minded Creed. My sister stares as the screams of my punishment puncture the space and spurs distaste across the edges of my lips. On a typical day, I would wither at the repercussions of my daze, but today I hold no patience for juggling the fire of an unappeased ring master. Today I flip free from my wire and leave while her words still ripple the air behind me.

Outside the tent of dreams and terrors, I find sanction in the pull of sinister smoke. Embers engage in a dance with my lunges, while my feet guide me towards a far better distraction. Following the streets of stone and cobble, I know my destination is not far. His blonde hair and rich eyes. His awkward speech but fascinating smile.

With every step he is closer than before.

The wind whines with warning of the coming night, but my passion does not falter to the breeze. It has been weeks since we met, weeks since I have last seen the features of the boy I see in the cotton candy clouds. But the weeks of wondering end tonight, and again my eyes will fall upon soft skin and radiant eyes. Tonight there will be ease instead of work, warmth instead of cold, unison instead of soliloquy.

Stone streets veer into pavement as a building comes into view. Boys and girls of every age traverse through the pavilion of statues on their way home from training. Past the silver of Cricket, around the bronze of Julian. A home of careers with desires to end our District's drought. A home to the boy I've come searching for.

A nearby bench provides for the perfect waiting place as my eyes endlessly watch the sliding doors. What feels like centuries expire before I spot his sea of blonde. A moment of nervousness paralyzes me as I question the right words to say, after all, we barely know each other. However, angst gives way to excitement as I hurry up behind him and launch myself over his shoulders with flip.

What can I say? I do tricks when I'm anxious.

I bury my nerves with a smile though, as I turn to swim in the seas of his eyes.

"Come out with me tonight. I want to get to know you more than just one night at the circus."

Last Edit: Apr 30, 2019 15:48:10 GMT -5 by Arrows

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anxiety and excitement {Creed & Aidan} Jul 6, 2019 1:30:46 GMT -5

Post by lance on Jul 6, 2019 1:30:46 GMT -5

Another.

Another Games come and gone. Another chance at temptation for making your own mark in history, as either the breaker of the chain of defeat, or the latest in a long, long line of failures.

You don't see this failure to step up to the plate as cowardice. Instead, you see it as a chance to better yourself - another year, another three hundred and sixty five days to add to muscle and memory and muscle memory.

Another.

There's a bruise quickly forming around your eye, and you know that this won't be a day where you return home unscathed. But there's no point in giving up now, so close to the end. So you grit your teeth, push yourself off of the mat, and go again.

A block, a counter - and it is your opponent that kisses the floor with their backside this time. A nod of approval from the trainer, a wave of the hand, dismissal.

Another day gone by. It's quick work to strip off your uniform and change into a pair of shorts and a tank top - your typical wardrobe for the warmth of late summer - and you leave the academy lost in thought, as you're wont to do.

Caught in simulations of the day's tussles, stomach gnawing away at itself in anticipation of a well-earned dinner, you don't even notice the steadily approaching footsteps until a pair of hands grip onto your shoulders as if they were handlebars.

There's no time to register panic or even surprise before a shape vaults in front of you - and then once your awareness registers that, a whole new wave of nerves floods through your system.

"Come out with me tonight," propositions Creed the circus boy, a sly grin on his face. "I want to get to know you more than just one night at the circus."

The hunger in your stomach is replaced by the fluttering of a hundred butterflies, and you're suddenly acutely aware of your post-training dishevelment - sweaty skin, tousled hair, black eye, and all - in the face of the handsome not-quite-stranger.

After perhaps five to ten seconds of fearful staring, you realize that the proposition demands a response. So perhaps a bit too quickly, you nod your head in acknowledgement.

"Lead on," comes the response, and though you hate yourself for it, you nevertheless brace yourself for a sudden change of heart to come your way.

Wouldn't be the first time, at any rate.

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anxiety and excitement {Creed & Aidan} Jul 14, 2019 1:22:08 GMT -5

Post by Arrows on Jul 14, 2019 1:22:08 GMT -5

I was eleven when I first noticed the entrancing shimmer of a boy's smile. He was shorter than I was, his hair golden as though harvested from a field of honeydew. His skin was still soft too, cradled in a skim of silk instead of a slew of scars. His hands would pelt pebbles across small slips of streams while the summer's sun would dance in a heavenly halo around his head. He would do all this, a true child of the season of sun, while I would watch with pink roses blossoming over the arcs of my cheeks. His smile was that of sweet nectar, ambrosia gifted to me by the Gods.

His shine has since passed, but I know well now where to find euphoria.

I drink as though parched from the fountain of Aidan's gleam. His smile is warmer, one of more mystique and maturity. When its slight smirk split the stars beside the moon that night beneath my place on the circus fence, I was struck. Stunned by something as simple and as small as the tiniest curves of his lips. I'm determined to bring it out of him again, to take in every minute moment at least once more tonight. I can't help the beat of my heart quickening in anticipation.

I swim in his stare, not minding the silence before his uncertain acceptance. A grin grips my mouth and I turn in a single circle with arms outstretched towards the sky. It feels so much better being free here than tied to a tight rope and the cacophonous clamor.

"Alright, I think I know the perfect place."

I don't wait for more than a breath's break before interweaving one hand with his. I could linger in the thought of his fingers against mine, but I start running instead. Ripred, how cliche this all is. My steps swiftly sprinting down spiraling streets while my hand holds another. I suppose I've always been a bit of romantic at heart.

Familiarity fills the building before me on a small street off of Town Square. Bodies batter and bang against one another to enter a rowdy bar just two stops down, but this place is quiet with a simple paintbrush branded into a wooden door. It's exactly the way I remember it. My hand loses his and instead heaves open the entrance to a small tea tavern.

My words whisper while I lead him to a small corner in the cozy fire lit atmosphere.

"It's called the artist, a place for thoughts and tea. A lot of artists come here to think or work."

I sit down at a small table.

"I come for the calm."

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anxiety and excitement {Creed & Aidan} Sept 2, 2019 0:20:56 GMT -5

Post by lance on Sept 2, 2019 0:20:56 GMT -5

"Alright, I think I know the perfect place."

Six of one, a half dozen of the other - Creed puts an end to your torment by choosing perhaps the nicer of the two options, if nicer means subjecting your heart to a series of uneven beats as he steps forward and entwines one hand in your own calloused palm. Assertive where you practice caution, there's a plethora of different emotions whirling in your head and in your heart as you set off on a run towards a new part of town.

For a boy who lives and breathes routine, this unexpected divergence sparks an equal amount of excitement and anxiety within, giving new life to otherwise worn out limbs. But a young man training to become Two's first Victor in two decades does not let such things as a sudden evening jog wear him down, so it is wordlessly that you shove down the aches and pains and follow the raven-haired boy to the destination of his choosing.

Even as your pace slows, even as the worries of your parents - still fussy even though you're nearly a man, or perhaps in spite of it - are thrust from your mind. You've never really allowed yourself the pursuit of pastimes purely for pleasure, for between classes in case you do lose your nerve and training for when you don't you've never had the time nor the particular desire. Something like this, an excursion into the unknown on the whim of a boy who caught your eye in the way that few do - it's wholly out of character for one such as yourself.

And yet strangely, even as you eventually come to the stop in front of a quaint little building not far from the town square, you find that the number of reservations you have about this unplanned excursion equals the number of competent victors Two has had after Bryze.

That is, to say, none at all.

Creed's smooth hand leaves your grip wanting for more (but only a little) as he opens the door to the building and beckons you inside. This time, there's only a beat of a pause before you indulge and follow the other boy inside.

You're not so ignorant in the ways of flirtatious teenagers that you had no idea of what to expect, but the circus boy surprises you for the second time that night. A far cry from the rowdy bars you'd passed along the way, the interior of this place seems almost...

Cozy.

And as you catch your breath, you wonder for a brief moment how a place like this could exist deep in the heart of the District without you ever finding out about it before Creed breaks your train of thought with a nearly perfect answer.

"It's called the artist, a place for thoughts and tea," he explains, and not for the first time, you notice how endearing the easy smile that rests on his face is. "A lot of artists come here to think or work."

That explains that - the only art you ever bothered to learn was that gained through hundreds of hours of blood, sweat, and tears, which you know all too well is considered crude compared to the so-called finer things in life. And yet Creed had decided to bring me here all the same.

Taking the initiative as ever, the circus boy sits at a small table near a roaring fireplace. "I come for the calm," he explains as you take a seat across from him.

So even a boy as chaotic as him enjoys calm every now and then, crosses your mind as you take in the surroundings around you. A surprise, to be sure, but a welcome one regardless.

You turn towards the other boy, lock your gaze with his for just a moment. "Calm," I repeat, feeling the word fall off of my tongue. A hint of a smile crawls up the right side of my face as I tilt my head ever so slightly to the right. "I can work with calm."

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anxiety and excitement {Creed & Aidan} Dec 17, 2019 15:18:53 GMT -5

Post by Arrows on Dec 17, 2019 15:18:53 GMT -5

A boy driven by the impulse of instincts, that is what my sister describes me as. And as I sit framed by fire and encased in the swirling scents of lavender, I realize how much truth her words weigh. For as a subtle smirk slips up the side of Aidan's face, my fingers don't even hesitate to follow. Tenderly tracing the corners of his cheek and the curve of his jaw, it feels as though they are filled with endless mysteries. Several seconds pass before it even registers to me the discomfort my actions may be placing Aidan in. I withdraw my hand cautiously.

"Sorry, I should probably ask before touching someone else's face like that. But your smile is beautiful, I just wanted to capture it for a moment."

Half expecting Aidan to entirely abandon the night because of my reaction, I don't wait long to turn the attention back towards the calmness. I work in a circus after all, I should be a master of diversion at this point right?

"Calm, yeah... it's good."

I run a hand through my hair. Where's the romantic soul searcher now? I take a slow breath to recenter myself and rediscover my rhythm.

"Do you take time to find the calm, Aidan? Because based on your eyes, I feel like you don't let yourself live much outside of the center."

My face flutters back into its flirtatious state as I grin gently.

"And I promise that there's so much more beyond swords and blood."

I lean gently forward onto one hand as my eyes hold his like sacred gemstones,

"Don't worry though, I'll help you find it."

Letting out a light amidst my smirk, I can't tell what it is about this boy that riddles me so. One moment I'm embarrassed, the next I'm dying for a swath of red to rush over the bridges of his cheeks. He intrigues me, and I love the way it feels.

"I'm going to order some tea," I say standing up and stepping towards the nearby 'bartop,' "anything in particular you'd like?"