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Post by Quod Ad Nox Noctis on Aug 21, 2018 7:40:54 GMT -5
{Question marks because I don't know what I'm doooing. Is this even the right way to go about this?}
The title is a somewhat obscure reference to the concept of weighing a heart and a feather on a scale- And ties rather neatly into my Plot~
Your character had been experiencing a sudden onslaught of misfortune and near death experiences as they grew older, but at one seemingly inconsequential moment, it all stopped. Or was at least carefully averted, in a sometimes suspicious manner. Bullies would suddenly forget that they had any intent to harm. Harsh bosses would abruptly take permanent vacations. The man that had been following them while they walked alone ended up almost walking into traffic instead. Your character would suddenly find in their possession whatever they verbally expressed a desire for. It all seemed too good to be true. And it is. A dangerous incident reveals that they have not one but two Guardian Angels protecting them from a world that is much more hostile than they were originally led to believe. Theirs is a special destiny that cannot afford to be hampered or redirected, and yet it's subjected to a little of both at the breaching of their first law- Guardians are not to reveal themselves to their Trusts involuntarily or otherwise, but unfortunately- depending on how you look at things- These two in particular are rather rebellious. They're safe as long as they can avoid breaking any other rules- Particularly in regards to the heart...It's simply a matter of weighing feathers over hearts, and not the other way around.
Other Info::
-; Looking for semi to advanced writers~ -; I hope you don't mind action and fantasy/supernatural elements~ And action. -; Not meant to be a typical romance but my boys can't help being fluffy dorks anyways so~ -; Your character can be anything from a very important human to magical royalty or a prophesied hero- I'd like to give you some autonomy~
-; In this story, Guardian Angels aren't actually angels- They tend to be magical beings on parole, so to speak. They serve as Guardians until it's deemed that they've served well enough to be released. Their wings and halos serve more as marks of their convict status- More to be explained as we write!
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Post by Quod Ad Nox Noctis on Aug 21, 2018 7:49:31 GMT -5
Guardians:: Pride-; Pride is- not what one might think when hearing his 'name'. He's average height, with a svelte build, slender shoulders, and the hands of an artisan. His appearance can render him unsettlingly other, with a certain doll-like beauty to his heart-shaped features and inherent grace in even his moments of stillness. The reason for this is betrayed by his pointed ears and slightly too sharp teeth. His oblique eyes are heterochromatic, the right a vibrant garnet and the left a soft lavender that is usually hidden by his fluffy left-swept bangs. His hair is also two-toned; a pearlescent alabaster-pink on the right and darkest obsidian on the left. His expressions tend to be rather mild, but are always open and expressive. Ever smiling, Pride gives off a serene aura that is completely unlike what his Sin would imply. He speaks in a soft, even tone that is as pleasant and musical as his laughter, and seeks always to temper his words and mannerisms with the best of politesse. Pride's raven wings are some of the most beautiful amongst the Guardians- Every single feather is opalescent, sometimes passed off as mere ivory until they catch the light and reflect rainbows like so many prisms. When in shadow or experiencing negative emotion, however, they lose their beauty and bleed into a black so dark that they're difficult to make out- The complete lack of color appears to draw on all the vibrancy around them. His halo is a multifaceted match to his wings and shaped rather tellingly like a crown. When he fails to keep his Sin at bay, the beautiful stylized gems begin to shatter and burn him. Appearance Base: Lust-; Lust likewise doesn't seem to suit his Sin either- at least not at first. For all intents and purposes, he's the exact clone of Pride but for a few marked differences: Lust is broad-shouldered and more sinewy muscled, as well as scarred in multiple places though easily visible skin remains clear. His hair is stormy blue on the right whilst remaining obsidian on his left, and his right eye is the exact shade of Pride's while his left is a softer, rosy pink. Their hair tends to be styled the same as well, though Lust's has more of a curl to it. While Pride is indiscernible as an aristocrat should be, Lust is simply difficult to read for the mere fact that he's unaccustomed to openly displaying emotion. He doesn't smile or even frown often, but he doesn't mind simply sharing what he's thinking- Even if this be unsolicited or random. Lust is the storm to Pride's calm; often a bit too quick to act, usually violently, in any given situation. His voice is remarkably similar to Pride's but for being a shade darker and much more emotive than his expressions- Lust too, however, speaks with a somewhat archaic politesse. Lust's wings are reminiscent of a crowned eagle's in both shape and feather pattern, though the bands on their undersides look more like chain links. The upper sides of his feathers are varying shades of gray and silver with a metallic sheen that is meant to bring to mind the glint of burnished armor. His Sin causes their appearance to deteriorate, the 'armor' becoming rusted and interspersed with dried blood. Lust's silvery white halo is thinner and less vibrant than Pride's, the sharp angles more reminiscent of a bladed circlet. As his wings begin to rust, his halo follows suit, beginning to bleed from within. Appearance Base::
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Post by Quod Ad Nox Noctis on Aug 21, 2018 13:34:14 GMT -5
(Great~ Feel free to simply put your character's information in a paragraph since I've already done the same. ^^)
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Post by Quod Ad Nox Noctis on Aug 22, 2018 6:13:03 GMT -5
(You're good~ I just need a little info on his personality to make sure everyone clicks- though Pride can get along with pretty much anyone- And I hinted at romance in my plot- so is that something you want to use Simon for..? Also! I need to know what makes him special~)
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Post by Quod Ad Nox Noctis on Aug 22, 2018 16:24:41 GMT -5
(No problem~ Ah he's cute and Pride & Lust will want to Protect. On the subject of ages- theirs is malleable so Simon can be in whichever age range you want~ Hm, we can see if the romance fits? Otherwise it can be a story about friendship~ I've never actually done a 1x1 about it- I'll just need to tweak the plot a little, but at least it'll be less complicated xj
I feel like I should apologize in advance for my Angels adding onto the list of horrible things that happen to him...^^' They try...
So is his father important as well then? Guardian Angels are only assigned to beings who have large scale significance in their world- Like royalty, people who are incredibly intelligent and therefore of future use, someone who will eventually have the power to make big changes, and even potential future villains.)
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Post by Quod Ad Nox Noctis on Aug 22, 2018 16:47:38 GMT -5
(College it is! So is he living in a dorm or the warehouse then? Hm, so someone politically important? I was thinking that the Angels would be revealed during an attack, and that a lot of Simon's 'bad luck' was due to someone or many someones trying to kill him.
No he needs a break! ;;; xj Pride will politely force him to take naps and eat healthy.
Don't know if I can really write today- but let me know if you'd like me to start~ Oh! And I was thinking that Lust would disguise himself as someone innocuous so that he can be a distant part of Simon's life- Perhaps a classmate, faculty member, barista at the campus coffee shop, etc- Just someone Simon might see often.)
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Post by sweetclover1 on Aug 22, 2018 16:51:17 GMT -5
(College it is! So is he living in a dorm or the warehouse then? Hm, so someone politically important? I was thinking that the Angels would be revealed during an attack, and that a lot of Simon's 'bad luck' was due to someone or many someones trying to kill him. No he needs a break! ;;; xj Pride will politely force him to take naps and eat healthy. Don't know if I can really write today- but let me know if you'd like me to start~ Oh! And I was thinking that Lust would disguise himself as someone innocuous so that he can be a distant part of Simon's life- Perhaps a classmate, faculty member, barista at the campus coffee shop, etc- Just someone Simon might see often.) (He’d be staying at the warehouse! He don’t got money for that haha. Also, I’m gonna change it up a little. His father was super important in the classical music world but his mother (who has recently been released from jail) was in politics and is trying to get back into it as well. Simon will definitely try to fight Pride lol . I like the thought of Lust being a distant part of his life, maybe a classmate and a barista? Coffee (esp Starbucks cuz he’s basic) is basically his blood at this point haha. Would you mind starting? I have work and such, if you don’t mind. It can be tomorrow I don’t mind )
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Post by Quod Ad Nox Noctis on Aug 22, 2018 17:23:10 GMT -5
(Pride will be horrified- He doesn't make money either but no way is he allowing Simon to essentially squat at a warehouse. That absurdity shall not stand. As soon as he makes himself known he's like 'okay so we're moving-' Oh, so she's likely to have some enemies then~
Also I apologize if I wasn't clear- but I don't intend for this to really be slice-of-life? Like there'll be moments of downtime, but the plot calls for a lot of moving around, political & magical intrigue, violence, etc. So Simon wouldn't really spend a lot of time at his college or just doing day to day things- if that's okay? ^^; Also Pride and Lust were arrested for a reason and aren't conducive to slice-of-life anyway...Just wanted to let you know so that there are no future misunderstandings and because I like to jump right into the plot! I understand if you were just looking for something calm & cute though ^^; It's just that Lust & Pride are neither. They have zero chill.
Lust will have to mediate between them then xj Because Pride will give no quarter. He'd even learn to cook solely for this reason. He's like a steterotypical Italian mother 'EAT MORE BE HEALTHY'
Sounds good then~ Lust will be the quiet classmate/barista with a weird name who is only ever there when Simon is and makes awkward conversation about music despite knowing nothing about it. He communicates through music notes doodled on Simon's receipts and gives everyone heart latte art even if they didn't ask for it. The kid's a disaster. Always seems like he's flirting with everyone because he's too intense and has no concept of personal anything pfft
Sure I can start~ I don't work 'till the weekend rip)
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Post by sweetclover1 on Aug 22, 2018 17:31:19 GMT -5
(Pride will be horrified- He doesn't make money either but no way is he allowing Simon to essentially squat at a warehouse. That absurdity shall not stand. As soon as he makes himself known he's like 'okay so we're moving-' Oh, so she's likely to have some enemies then~ Also I apologize if I wasn't clear- but I don't intend for this to really be slice-of-life? Like there'll be moments of downtime, but the plot calls for a lot of moving around, political & magical intrigue, violence, etc. So Simon wouldn't really spend a lot of time at his college or just doing day to day things- if that's okay? ^^; Also Pride and Lust were arrested for a reason and aren't conducive to slice-of-life anyway...Just wanted to let you know so that there are no future misunderstandings and because I like to jump right into the plot! I understand if you were just looking for something calm & cute though ^^; It's just that Lust & Pride are neither. They have zero chill.Lust will have to mediate between them then xj Because Pride will give no quarter. He'd even learn to cook solely for this reason. He's like a steterotypical Italian mother 'EAT MORE BE HEALTHY' Sounds good then~ Lust will be the quiet classmate/barista with a weird name who is only ever there when Simon is and makes awkward conversation about music despite knowing nothing about it. He communicates through music notes doodled on Simon's receipts and gives everyone heart latte art even if they didn't ask for it. The kid's a disaster. Always seems like he's flirting with everyone because he's too intense and has no concept of personal anything pfft Sure I can start~ I don't work 'till the weekend rip)Honestly Simon will be so confused as to why it's horrified. Like, his mother lived in a rich place, but his dad was kind of poor since he was taking care of two kids and stuff and they lived in less-than-amazing standards. Also I was thinking this'll be one of those role-plays, so don't worry! He will gripe about not going to class tho tbh Zero chill characters are great. I love these two already I'm so excited to meet them. Simon will just kind of go along with it, too, and kind of pick at his food he'd feed the stuff he doesn't like to Lust Ahhh Lust sounds soon cute. The weekends I work friday and sunday buuuut my shift starts at five so I can sleep in lol.
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Post by Quod Ad Nox Noctis on Aug 22, 2018 18:23:23 GMT -5
(Haha, Pride is the opposite as a #Rich Boi- even though he's been locked up for a few hundred years- he still knows which fork is for salads and is gently disdainful of junk food. Also he really likes Simon so Simon must have The Best- Simon's mother and older brother are on his list.
Oh, that's a relief~ ^^' I've had a misunderstanding like that before so I felt like I needed a disclaimer, haha Lust would be confused as to why he was upset about missing classes. Because fighting witches is equally educational, surely?
They're always a lot of fun~
aa I'm glad! ^^ I hope I can do them justice! They're relatively new and this will be my first time writing them~ Honestly Pride does the same thing with most human foods- Lust is just given everyone's scraps x3 this is his life now Honestly he doesn't mind though, he will eat any and everything pretty much.
!thank He'd be smug if he heard that, haha~ Pride & Lust are lowkey rivals.
Nice! I love when I have shifts that allow me to sleep in, though that usually means more work. ^^' I have an appointment tomorrow so I'll see if I can have a starter up today~)
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Post by Quod Ad Nox Noctis on Aug 23, 2018 0:17:35 GMT -5
(Pride is convinced that take-out isn't an actual diet xj Pride likes Good People, and it seems like Simon is one~ And his mother and brother definitely need defending. ^^'
Nope. But fortunately it worked out okay! Lust is '???' He doesn't understand because he used to be a delinquent haha~
Feel free~ Ah. Basically cx He's made his peace with it
I feel you ugh. I have insomnia too so if I have to 'wake' up early then that means I get next to no sleep ^^' omg two jobs, I'm wishing you the best in that! And 8AM is ew )
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Post by Quod Ad Nox Noctis on Aug 23, 2018 0:20:13 GMT -5
(Definitely~ ^^ Why don't we chat about it in PMs?)
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Post by Quod Ad Nox Noctis on Aug 23, 2018 0:26:55 GMT -5
Morning sunlight strains through the thick clouds overhead, gilding the scraggly attempt at a forest in golden hues. It brings with it a faint warmth that promises to overpower the chill that had permeated the air following the previous night's storm, and Pride welcomes it wholeheartedly after a solid week of dreary weather. He turns his face toward the suggestion of sun, a true smile curving sanguine lips as he allows his eyes to slide shut with a hum of satisfaction. The peace leading up to and shortly following the rising of the sun is among his favorite times of day, periods of quiet in which he can center himself and appreciate the serenity of a significantly less demanding life. At least on the surface- His life has been nothing but demands and he finds himself hard-pressed to actively hate the fact. Without struggle there can be no progress- Yet this struggle in particular doesn't appear to be leading toward anything constructive.
He takes one last breath of fresh air before reaching down with a gloved hand and gently curling his fingers around a trembling jaw, tilting it up so that his soft gaze can meet the tearful one of the man who kneels before him. In the patch of flowers that his partner had worked all night to protect from the storm. Tsk. Pride's magic is soothing and cloying, humming in the air around him like a half-remembered song as he speaks in his warm, singsong tone. "Please forgive me, I was distracted by the sunrise." He offers an apologetic smile. "I didn't often have the opportunity to enjoy it, you see? Ah, but that isn't really relevant to our conversation, hm? You were saying~?"
And the man speaks- though not with words. Pride ghosts through his jumbled thoughts in search of something more pertinent than pleas, but finds himself merely going in circles before it all goes dark. As abruptly as if someone had switched off a light- Nothingness pervades and he is forcibly ejected from the now empty mind. All around him, other minds that were held in stasis follow suit until only the inclinations of nearby forest animals remain. Pride breathes a soft 'Oh?' And gives the now slack body a gentle push so that it won't fall into Lust's makeshift garden. He dusts off his hands before delicately floating over it to stand in the center of the clearing and give it a cursory sweep of investigative magic. All minds that he had captured so far had proven next to useless as sources of information, but this is a new development.
'Good morning Mai~ I believe it might be a good day to add more classes to your schedule~'
A pause and flicker of distraction as his partner parses his meaning. The distraction is more due to a dividing of his attentions than anything- they've been working together long enough for Lust to read the volumes hidden in between his words. 'How many?' Pride raises the bodies- a paltry four in total- with a flick of his fingers and trails them in the air behind him as he moves deeper into the trees. 'All of them, yes? It would seem that they draw nearer with every day that passes.' He spares a glance at the hulking building that their Trust calls home, visible even now. Too close. Unacceptable.
'I know that I needn't remind you to be on your guard, but I do hope that you will be careful as well.'
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The first thing he registered was always the noise- It was so...chaotic here, where the anxious and exhausted came to relax, if only between classes. It was a rather humble coffee shop, all things considered. Worn wooden tables and chairs, polished more from use than actual maintenance, overstuffed brown leather couches surrounding low tables in an area set aside for projects- The colors were mostly muted shades of green, and the lighting was always rather low for those students who shuffled in during morning hours still blinking sleep from their eyes. Since he's started working here, he found inspirational posters with book and movie quotes decorating walls that once solely advertised college-related subjects, and potted plants placed in strategic areas around the otherwise bare interior. Pride can never leave well enough alone, as he'd learned the night said angel had enumerated the many benefits of the plants he had tasked Lust with introducing to the cafe.
And perhaps they truly do help in some way, as the students seem to view it as some sort of refuge. Even now he is subjected to the sounds of laughter, exuberant conversations, teasing comments and heated arguments. So unlike the stifled hush of the warehouse whose sole semi-human occupant moves in relative silence. He hopes it offers some measure of peace for more than just the humans, even going so far as to rearrange certain plants for best effect. It isn't as if they possess any magical properties but every bit helps- Lust pauses in the act of adjusting a hanging pot of sansevieria when his fingers brush the verdant shoots and the clamor of the cafe falls away to give his mind a rather familiar feeling of serenity. He finds his lips twitching with a smile even as he amends his earlier thought. It isn't as if they should possess any magical properties. Dammit Pride.
The feeling of even-mindedness remains when the door swings open with a chime of their tinny little bell, admitting a welcome freckled face and Lust must remind himself not to watch too closely as he moves behind the counter and begins to ready the expected order. It's one of the few he has memorized- He isn't cut out for such menial, ordinary work but no one trusts Pride around humans.
"Look G, it's your favorite customer." A voice sounds at his side, and he knows that if he were to look, the words would be accompanied by an exaggerated wink. Lust absently swirls the creamer, tilting his head in acknowledgement. "Yes." He doesn't understand the laughter that serves as response and only passes over the container when his heavy handed ministrations threaten to spill it. "I'll tend to him, you will dispose of Beverly's mess."
"Oh my god Gawain." She whispers, "who taught you to speak-" But then she's rushing toward the other side of the cafe as the predicted accident sees a distraught blonde soaked in iced latte after a particularly wild gesticulation. The incident coincides with Simon reaching the counter, and Lust tosses his coworker a towel before shifting his attention. "Hello- Hi?" Which one sounds friendlier? He can never figure it out. He remembers to smile at least, a minute but genuine twitch of his lips.
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Post by sweetclover1 on Aug 23, 2018 0:43:52 GMT -5
(Pride is convinced that take-out isn't an actual diet xj Pride likes Good People, and it seems like Simon is one~ And his mother and brother definitely need defending. ^^' Nope. But fortunately it worked out okay! Lust is '???' He doesn't understand because he used to be a delinquent haha~ Feel free~ Ah. Basically cx He's made his peace with itI feel you ugh. I have insomnia too so if I have to 'wake' up early then that means I get next to no sleep ^^' omg two jobs, I'm wishing you the best in that! And 8AM is ew ) I mean, while he's not wrong.... haha and awww Pride sounds like such a sweetie. Ooof thats not a good combo at all. Yup, cuz college and adulting is expensive. Plus Im taking 19 credits soo I might dieBefore I respond I have a quick question, how much do they both know about Simons situation and how long has Simon known Lust/ how long as Lust been working there?
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Post by Quod Ad Nox Noctis on Aug 23, 2018 1:02:31 GMT -5
(Xj I'm glad that came across~ His Sin was caring too much about people, really.
It is ludicrously expensive. And like all those credits. At once. I even took summer courses to spread it out but. I'd come to your funeral but as the casket beside you ^^"
They know pretty much everything about it because they've been with him since the car crash- the story goes that Pride was the one to ensure it didn't kill him, but he was too late to save his parents and honestly feels really guilty about that- Lust has been working at the cafe since shortly after Simon made it a habit to go there, honestly. He only shares one class with him but makes up for it with his clear bias towards Simon haha. Simon is pretty much the only person he would willingly interact with for any length of time. Even if it's awkward.)
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Post by sweetclover1 on Aug 23, 2018 1:09:34 GMT -5
(Awww poor baby.
Right? And, like, I'm even going to a school thats decent when it comes to tuition. Like, its 3000 for in state without scholarships. Ahahah good luck to you too.
And okay, so it's been a year probably? Tbh Lust is the only person who he'd actually talk to there, heck he didn't even really order before, instead he'd order online and then sit and drink his coffee away from others. I'll start up my response then!
Edit: it's, like, 12:20 and I'm super tired, so I'm going to respond in the morning if thats okay!)
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Post by Quod Ad Nox Noctis on Aug 23, 2018 1:46:08 GMT -5
(He's trying. ^^"
Oh, at least there's that then! ^^ It's great that you found a school like that~ Mine is too, but books are still expensive tsk Wishing you all the luck~~ Also, no pressure on reply length or timing because you have school and work to juggle, so I can completely understand if you're 'late' or feel drained in the future~
Yep, a year sounds good. I can't wait to see what kind of conversations they have because Lust is. Not a gifted conversationalist.
Of course~ Get some rest! ^^)
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Post by sweetclover1 on Aug 23, 2018 22:57:52 GMT -5
Simon couldn't think of a time in his life that something had actually gone right. Maybe when he was tiny, but even if his first memory wasn't the best, considering it was of Aaron pushing him down a set of stairs. His father had always tried his best to shelter both Aaron and Simon from the cruel aspects of the world but because of their mothers job. Unfortunately, life chose to let the nasty parts sneak into his life, and he'd had way too many near death experiences to count.
Things seemed to have slowed down once she was actually in jail, but bad luck still seemed to follow him everywhere he went, from landing a job that barely paid him and let him work for ten hours a week to not being able to find a place to stay. He supposed he shouldn't complain that much, he'd lived through much worse and eat least most people actually left him alone now, instead of actively looking for reasons to harass him.
He was lucky enough to get into a music conservatory and honestly he'd built the reputation of being a fantastic musician, which was enough to have people leave him alone for now, and he felt like that was luck enough. He wasn't going to complain for the time being, because if people were leaving him alone he didn't have to worry about people actually giving him a hard time, plus every type of person made him incredibly anxious and uncomfortable. He could count on his fingers the friends he'd made during college and none of them he even saw out of class, all but one.
He didn't know if he could count the barista a friend, but it was the only person he could comfortably talk to outside of his classes, and he hated to admit he looked forward to his coffee from now on. It had all started a month into his first year here, when Gawin started to write little notes on his receipts and coffee, but that had scared him off for a couple of days. Slowly, he'd started to come back, and he hadn't spoken a word to Gawin for a couple months (he preordered online).
One day he'd forgotten to preorder and that was how he started talking to the young man. It was clear he wasn't comfortable with it, his voice was always quiet and as much as he tried to rush his words he stuttered a little, but after awhile... he was fine with the barista and two years later he would even chit chat with the man when there wasn't a ton of customers around.
It was why there was a bit of a pep in his step as he headed towards the coffee shop, looking forward to sitting in the warmth for a bit and sipping on the Pumpkin Spice latte he'd recently started getting, enjoying it until he had to return back to the ;rather depressing place he had to call home. He really hated having to return to it every night but, hey, it was better than sleeping on the street. He knew that from experience.
The young man was currently standing at the front doorstep of the cafe, trying to get the courage to step in, anxiety bubbling up when he saw hw busy it was. He stood there for a few minutes, before he saw that Gawin was there, like he almost always was. That was enough to make himself relax slightly, opening the door hesitantly, focusing on the soft chime of the doorbell instead of the louder than usual bustle of the cafe.
He kept his eyes focused on the ground, noticing the slight scuff marks on the floor, no doubt from wheels of some kind. He shifted his worn bag not o his other shoulder, taking a few deep breaths as he slowly made his way to the line, hoping that he'd be able to get the ordering part over with quickly. He lifted his head, dark curls bouncing just a little, sneaking a glance over to make sure "his" spot hadn't been taking yet...
which it hadn't, so that was good news.
He relaxed a bit more, looking less anxious than usual, and a bit more put together now that he had more rehearsals after his classes. He was currently wearing a dark blue turtleneck with some skinny jeans, his glasses actually looking clean too, wearing a tiny smile when he saw his friend working on an order. Little did he know that the drink Gawin was working on was his.
Simon smiled at the awkward hello- maybe it was one of the reasons why he was so comfortable with Gawin, he was just as bad with people- raising his hand a little in greeting. "Hi, Gawain. Nice toss," He complimented, watching as his coworker caught the towel, turning his attention back to his friend once more. "Can I, uh, Can i get..." His voice trailed off as he raised his head to look at the board.
He always did that, hesitating as to what he wanted, staring at the board for a long while before finally deciding on the one thing he was constantly getting. Right now it was the Pumpkin Spice Latte, but in the winter it was Peppermint Mocha, and the rest of the year it was the White Chocolate mocha, all with extra extra whipped cream. "I don't know..." He finally admitted, chewing on his lip, bouncing back and forth between the Pumpkin Spice and a normal hot chocolate. Five minutes later there was a line building behind him and finally blurted out what he wanted, the Pumpkin spice latte, anxious in the fact that there were two people behind him (even if they didn't really care). "Uh- Pumpkin spice latte. Lots of whipped cream." He squeaked out finally, whipping out his money and giving it to Gawain as quickly as possible.
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Post by Quod Ad Nox Noctis on Aug 24, 2018 20:19:32 GMT -5
(Sorry for the delay! I'll get a reply up soon!)
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Post by Quod Ad Nox Noctis on Aug 30, 2018 21:15:27 GMT -5
(So. School sucks. As you know. But I have some free time now and I'll try to have my reply up tonight! Sorry. >.<')
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Post by Quod Ad Nox Noctis on Sept 1, 2018 22:49:05 GMT -5
"Of course." Lust- Gawain- turns the corners of his lips up in a minute smile as he takes the money. Though he knows that Simon's order rarely deviates, he's careful not to interrupt his anxious wavering or answer before he finishes his sentence. It had taken him a while to grow accustomed to this, but Pride had explained that he needs to let others operate at their own pace. So while Simon frowned up at the menu, Gawain used minute gestures to communicate with the two people behind him. Espresso? Two shots? An iced frappe? Accustomed to his reticence, they simply pointed at what they wanted and indicated number with their fingers whilst leaning more into view when verbally adding more to their orders.
Gawain flicks his fingers in acknowledgement and turns to add the last swirls of whipped cream to Simon's drink, nearly spilling it over his hand as he simultaneously directs his attention to the sticky note beside the register- In neat, painfully beautiful handwriting is Pride's favorite part of...some movie soundtrack. He had been surprisingly enthusiastic about Gawain's plan to communicate through music, and readily supplied meaningful excerpts from certain tracks that would help to convey good will. Whether or not Simon shares Pride's painstaking attention to detail and research obsession is...doubtful. But at least the general gist gets across. This one was played during a pleasant reunion, if he remembers correctly. And it's rather fitting considering that he hadn't seen Simon in his Gawain guise of late, so Gawain hastily copies it to the back of the receipt and offers it up with the latte.
He hesitates before completely relinquishing the receipt, however- taking the initiative that Pride has been gently insisting on for days now. "My shift will be over soon." And because this doesn't exactly explain much- "We share the next class, why don't we walk together..?" Gawain lets go of the paper and absently runs a hand through his- now solid black- hair. "If you'd like, you can wait for me here. If not, feel free to leave, I don't mind." With a final nod, he turns his attention to the girl behind him to confirm her order. Though his expression remains in its usual inexpressive state, he spares Simon another twitch of his lips before shifting his gaze.
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Post by Quod Ad Nox Noctis on Sept 1, 2018 22:54:01 GMT -5
(OOF I'm finally free for Labor Day weekend. Thank you for being so patient with me!)
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