Gifted
plotter
application
If you want to role-play with me, feel free to PM me~!
Chibi Magician |
21 |
Homosexual
I joined in January 1970. I've made 51 posts and threads.
|
Post by Dexter Adams on Aug 14, 2017 21:15:52 GMT
Outside the crescent moon had reached its peak which left every painted in pale moonlight. To the north bore a threat of blocking out the moon as dark, thunder baring clouds were slowly crawling in. From what Dexter could see, they were still rather far which gave him time until the storm came battering at his doors. A nervous sigh escaped his mouth, he was terrified of thunder. Despite the many horror movies he watched, one of things that scared him had always been thunder. It was something that had developed in his childhood when he spent nights at home with his mother, who also feared it, and an unexpected storm would arrive.
The panic that had spread in the house in those days was a vivid memory in the redhead's mind. He had been an impressionable young child at the time and due to that his mother's terrible fear of thunder had passed onto him. A slight tremble came over him, he really wished his parents were here. Whenever a storm came, they would all sit on the couch until it passed, his father making certain that him and his mother felt safe. However, they were not here which meant it was time for another lonely night curled up waiting for it to pass. Slowly, Dexter edged away from the boarded window and laid back on the couch. He had avoided leaving the large manor he called home for the sole reason of a coming storm. Not only would the thunder be terrifying hell for him, but he could only imagine that lightning flashes would be horrendous.
Thankfully it seemed unlikely the introvert would have to deal with other survivors. The manor had a large wall around it and he had even worked towards putting barbed wire around the iron points on top meanwhile the gate itself sported a padlock. Of course the spare key to the lock was hidden inside the mouth of the lion statue. The only people who would know about that, would be himself, his parents and Fletcher, he had taken care to write that on his instructions for getting inside. Upon thinking of Fletcher, a slight frown came onto the redhead's face. He missed his companion, but whenever he tried to visit him he got himself flustered and found himself scared he would mess something up. Thus, he simply backed out, unable to get over the concept of messing everything up. The self-conscious feeling was too overwhelming and it did not help that the redhead was still trying to solve how exactly he was going to explain his past.
Despite his extreme desire to see Fletcher, Dexter did not dare act upon it. Perhaps tomorrow, but there was no possible way he was about to embarrass himself by being an absolute scaredy cat when the thunder struck. The redhead began to chew his bottom lip while he waited for the storm to come, he wished he was not alone. While he laid in suspense, he decided to instead occupy his mind with other things, like the time he did spend with Fletcher. It made a slight red tint grace his cheeks and he prayed to gain the courage to go see him at some point. A long breath left Dexter's mouth as he rolled onto his stomach and placed his arms on the couch's then rested his head on top.
A yawn escaped his mouth, he had slept terrible and once he realized a storm was on the way the redhead found himself too anxious to even have a quick nap. The concept of thunder coming always made him uneasy and merely thinking about the loud booms made him shake a little. Dexter was forced to take slow breaths in order to keep himself calm, there was no reason for him to panic, or at least not yet. The storm was still quite far off, which meant he probably had about an hour until it was upon him. It did not take long for his anxiousness to make him fidgety as he shifted into a sitting position and began fiddling with the cuffs of his sweater while he chewed his lower lip. It seemed impossible for him to calm down.
| Into the darkness, a sanction from light.
|
MADE BY VEL OF GS + ADOXOGRAPHY 2.0
|
|
Gifted
plotter
application
Finnegan |
23 |
Homosexual
I joined in January 1970. I've made 26 posts and threads.
|
Post by Fletcher Cazden on Sept 3, 2017 6:14:55 GMT
So gather ye demons, it seems it's your day I sin but I've paid more than ten thousand graves The moonlight shone down on the earth; illuminating just enough of the world that the tall, raven haired man could make his way through the night with little difficulty. Fletcher walked quickly, trying his best to find shelter before the storm hit. He could see the clouds rolling in, threatening to block out his only source of light. As soon as the rain started, his torch would be useless. There were rows upon rows of houses, but none looked to be good shelter for a storm though. Suddenly an idea came to him and he pulled a small slip of paper out of his pocket. On it were directions to a certain introverted, redhead’s base. Squinting in the dim light, Fletcher made his way to the house, carefully following the directions. He soon came upon a large manor with an enormous fence surrounding it, barbed wire topped certain spots and the gate was wrapped in chains secured with a large padlock. The key to which was hidden in the mouth of a lion statue according to the paper
Fletcher retrieved the key and unlocked the gate letting himself in as quietly as possible so as not to attract any unwanted attention, then shut the gate and replaced the lock. He walked up to the front door and stood for a moment, silently debating whether or not to knock. On one hand, it would be the polite thing to do, on the other he didn’t know if there were other people around, or even animals. Deciding not to risk it, Fletcher slid the front door open a bit and slipped into the entrance hall. He called out softly, letting his presence be known.
‘Dexter? Are you there? I know it’s late and quite rude of me to come by without notice but I was in the area and I was hoping to wait out the storm here.’
Not hearing an answer he made his way further into the house, stepping lightly so as not to startle the young redhead. He walked the halls, softly call the young man’s name, listening carefully for an answer each time.
[googlefont="Oswald"]
|
|
Gifted
plotter
application
If you want to role-play with me, feel free to PM me~!
Chibi Magician |
21 |
Homosexual
I joined in January 1970. I've made 51 posts and threads.
|
Post by Dexter Adams on Sept 4, 2017 20:07:09 GMT
Restless shifting was all that Dexter could seem to accomplish as he awaited the storm's arrival. Resisting the habits of his nervousness was an impossibility, thus he began biting down on his lower lip while easing himself in a laying position. He stared at the high ceiling of the living room while he settled his arms across his stomach, hands gently rubbing the fabric of the black hoodie he wore. Despite the weariness he felt, the redheaded introvert felt too anxious to make sleep an possibility. He slowed his fast breathing, which managed to make Dexter feel slightly more relaxed.
When a breath was inhaled, he held it for a moment until slowly releasing, but alas it lacked the reassurance that everything would be alright when the storm would hit. A silent prayer was given that perhaps the storm, by some miracle, would be driven off course. For a moment, his anxiousness faded, until he heard the click and creak of a door opening. The redhead jolted into a sitting position, slamming a hand over his mouth to muffle any gasps of surprise that may have leaked out his lips. The living room neighbored the entrance hall and based upon where the noise originated from the culprit was likely the front door. Concern drew on the redhead's face immediately, what if a hostile invader had decided to break in? Once the storm arrived Dexter was certain his fear of thunder would give them the vantage to win despite the darkness being his environment. Alas, the tensity in the redhead's body fled when he heard a familiar voice that caused his heart to skip a beat in excitement.
There was hesitation as Dexter stared at the entrance to the living room as his mind began to dwell on the final bit. Fletcher was looking for shelter from the coming storm, which meant there was a possibility of embarrassing himself. The thought made a self-conscious feeling come over the redheaded introvert, he did not desire to embarrass himself around the man he was crushing on. However, there was no chance that he would leave Fletcher out in the storm, he could get sick and merely allow him to wander around the house alone sounded like a terrible idea. The redhead took a deep breath before sliding off the couch to find the tall man, perhaps for at least tonight he could put on a brave face. It was just thunder, but naturally ever single time he had thought that phrase before he would find himself terrified when the loud rumbles arrived.
Slowly he closed the distance between him and the living room's exit and entered the halls confident in his navigation despite the darkness. His footsteps were soft as he began to follow the soft callings of his name as they echoed down the hallway. The redhead's footsteps quickened a bit, he felt excited to see Fletcher again despite the impending storm. As the redhead rounded the corner his blue eyes found Fletcher and his heart sped up a bit.
"Right here," Dexter began, the corner of his lips drawing up. "Sorry I didn't come to greet you. I was dozing a bit, I guess."
The dozing a merely a fib to keep his hesitation created by the coming storm hidden. Embarrassing himself in front of Fletcher still weighed in as a terrible notion. Alas, his anxiousness still showed with the way he fidgeted with the cuffs of his sweater and the fact that he still chewed his bottom lip. There was a tired look on Dexter's face from his terrible sleep during the day, but the small smile did not leave his face.
| Into the darkness, a sanction from light.
|
MADE BY VEL OF GS + ADOXOGRAPHY 2.0
|
|