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behavioural) wrote2000-03-20 09:24 pm
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( ...............haha.
this is some fuckin' sick joke. so fuckin' sick in fact that he just shattered all the windows in his living room. well, that's gonna cost a pretty penny, innit? )
piss tf off asswipe
this is some fuckin' sick joke. so fuckin' sick in fact that he just shattered all the windows in his living room. well, that's gonna cost a pretty penny, innit? )
piss tf off asswipe
i'm not the one being a fuckin dick, mate
so unless you want me to punch your face in, you better tell me who tf put you up to this
so unless you want me to punch your face in, you better tell me who tf put you up to this
then why don't you come over and i'll show you
19a up housing
( he will be more than happy to defenestrate this sob. )
19a up housing
( he will be more than happy to defenestrate this sob. )
you're lucky it's just an elevator ride down
otherwise i'd really be pissed at you for being an ass
( but he is. going to find his pants and pull them on so he can take the elevator down without getting shamed for waltzing around in boxer briefs and nothing else. look at the amount of effort he goes through for friendship. )
otherwise i'd really be pissed at you for being an ass
( but he is. going to find his pants and pull them on so he can take the elevator down without getting shamed for waltzing around in boxer briefs and nothing else. look at the amount of effort he goes through for friendship. )
( he doesn't respond.
instead, pierce swings open the door to his residence and waits. he is typically more mannered than this, but considering he has yet to fully process what happened to oli back home, all he wants to do right now is snap the neck of whoever decided to make his dead best friend the punchline to some twisted joke.
talk about a fucked up welcoming committee. )
instead, pierce swings open the door to his residence and waits. he is typically more mannered than this, but considering he has yet to fully process what happened to oli back home, all he wants to do right now is snap the neck of whoever decided to make his dead best friend the punchline to some twisted joke.
talk about a fucked up welcoming committee. )
( it's just an elevator ride, and enough steps out onto the 19th floor to reach one of the two condos on that floor, so it isn't--a distance at all. there's a new tattoo on his chest, one that matches with nick's and feels very much like his magic. a few indents on his hips from nails digging in hard enough to leave bruises, but other than that, oliver looks--
just like he should. twenty years old, a couple years after graduation. he stops several feet away from pierce, shoves both hands down into his pockets. )
Come on. Hit me already.
just like he should. twenty years old, a couple years after graduation. he stops several feet away from pierce, shoves both hands down into his pockets. )
Come on. Hit me already.
Edited 2022-03-21 17:58 (UTC)
( it's... pretty evident that pierce wasn't expecting oliver to show up at his door. he remembers too clearly his last memory of him β a cold, lifeless husk left beaten, broken and strangulated on top of the couch. he sees that horrific image of him every time he closes his eyes.
but the oliver that stands before him now neither bears bruises on his neck nor swelling on his face. he looks healthy and alert, young even. certainly not dead. the only problem is that he doesn't know if he can trust the person in front of him to be oli β or, rather, allow himself to hope for it.
seemingly frozen in place, pierce stares at him for a long, quiet moment before he finally lifts his hand to massage his temple. )
Fuckin' hell. ( he can't do this right now, cold rage replaced by sudden weariness. whatever the fuck this is. ) Get out of here.
but the oliver that stands before him now neither bears bruises on his neck nor swelling on his face. he looks healthy and alert, young even. certainly not dead. the only problem is that he doesn't know if he can trust the person in front of him to be oli β or, rather, allow himself to hope for it.
seemingly frozen in place, pierce stares at him for a long, quiet moment before he finally lifts his hand to massage his temple. )
Fuckin' hell. ( he can't do this right now, cold rage replaced by sudden weariness. whatever the fuck this is. ) Get out of here.
No? I'd have thought you'd be glad to see me.
( but he's not going anywhere. instead, he wrinkles his nose. takes several steps towards pierce. doesn't stop until he's barely a breath's distance away from him, and--tips his chin up to look him in the eye.
looks him over for a moment. he looks different, but that's not surprising. it's been some time since oliver's last seen him in person. a year? a little more than that maybe. too long, for pierce and his shitty family. )
Let me in.
( but he's not going anywhere. instead, he wrinkles his nose. takes several steps towards pierce. doesn't stop until he's barely a breath's distance away from him, and--tips his chin up to look him in the eye.
looks him over for a moment. he looks different, but that's not surprising. it's been some time since oliver's last seen him in person. a year? a little more than that maybe. too long, for pierce and his shitty family. )
Let me in.
( his expression hardens and then contorts into something conflicted and distraught as oliver closes the distance between them, so familiar and perfunctory the act that it takes him aback. pierce doesn't want to believe it's him, but from the way he talks to the way he moves, he is a perfect mirror of the oli he knew.
even the magic emanating from him is undeniable.
appearances can lie, but not magic. not his essence. it's actually him. oliver daye, alive and well. not a hair out of place.
eyes fall shut for a breath as he tries to wrap his mind around the possibility. it seems too easy. too good to be true. but then this world he is in doesn't play by normal rules, does it? it doesn't care about alternate universes or timelines. it sure as hell doesn't care about the people it brings in.
he holds up his hand to keep oli at bay, taking a step back from him. )
Just... Just let me try to process this first. ( he swivels around on the heels of his black oxfords as he heads deeper into the apartment. he stops in the middle of the living room where shards of glass have scattered and coated most of the floor from the earlier blast. he turns around to face him, his arms folded against his chest. ) When was the last time we saw each other? Do you remember?
even the magic emanating from him is undeniable.
appearances can lie, but not magic. not his essence. it's actually him. oliver daye, alive and well. not a hair out of place.
eyes fall shut for a breath as he tries to wrap his mind around the possibility. it seems too easy. too good to be true. but then this world he is in doesn't play by normal rules, does it? it doesn't care about alternate universes or timelines. it sure as hell doesn't care about the people it brings in.
he holds up his hand to keep oli at bay, taking a step back from him. )
Just... Just let me try to process this first. ( he swivels around on the heels of his black oxfords as he heads deeper into the apartment. he stops in the middle of the living room where shards of glass have scattered and coated most of the floor from the earlier blast. he turns around to face him, his arms folded against his chest. ) When was the last time we saw each other? Do you remember?
( what a mess. a disaster, even. oliver takes a big breath in as he looks around what had been a very nice living room and is now just. shards of glass everywhere. typical pierce, honestly. he shouldn't be surprised at his propensity for destroying everything in his path when shit doesn't go as he wanted it.
he'd be a little more pissed, except. pierce arrived right in the nick of time. )
Graduation. Before you took off back to your family estate and left me behind. ( he's not mad about it, although his tone may come across more peeved than he really means it to. oliver pulls in another deep breath, holds it in as he raises his right hand, index and middle finger extended out towards the shattered glass. murmurs a couple words in a mangled, half-latin half-gaelic jargon made just for him as pieces of glass pick themselves up off the floor and slowly start to piece themselves together back on their proper frame.
oliver lets out the held breath. turns back towards pierce. )
Why? What the hell's your problem?
he'd be a little more pissed, except. pierce arrived right in the nick of time. )
Graduation. Before you took off back to your family estate and left me behind. ( he's not mad about it, although his tone may come across more peeved than he really means it to. oliver pulls in another deep breath, holds it in as he raises his right hand, index and middle finger extended out towards the shattered glass. murmurs a couple words in a mangled, half-latin half-gaelic jargon made just for him as pieces of glass pick themselves up off the floor and slowly start to piece themselves together back on their proper frame.
oliver lets out the held breath. turns back towards pierce. )
Why? What the hell's your problem?
( graduation has been more than a handful of years for him.
the implication of what that means doesn't assuage him in the least. he can only reason that oli is from the past then. before he ever came to his family estate as he so aptly puts it. before he was killed by one of the many greedy and vindictive pigs that had wandered the halls of that illustrious building.
he should have never let him take a single step into the strickland estate.
but it isn't the right time to dwell on past mistakes or revisit all the many ways he royally fucked up. ignoring oli's questions, pierce doesn't bat an eye at the cleanup. he is too accustomed to his friends taking it upon themselves to repair the damages he deals. instead, he narrows his eyes at him skeptically. )
So, it's been like, what? Two, three years...? ( has nick's brother died yet? )
the implication of what that means doesn't assuage him in the least. he can only reason that oli is from the past then. before he ever came to his family estate as he so aptly puts it. before he was killed by one of the many greedy and vindictive pigs that had wandered the halls of that illustrious building.
he should have never let him take a single step into the strickland estate.
but it isn't the right time to dwell on past mistakes or revisit all the many ways he royally fucked up. ignoring oli's questions, pierce doesn't bat an eye at the cleanup. he is too accustomed to his friends taking it upon themselves to repair the damages he deals. instead, he narrows his eyes at him skeptically. )
So, it's been like, what? Two, three years...? ( has nick's brother died yet? )
Two years. Nothing exciting has happened since you left us.
( oliver's switched between houses. went back home, before he remembered he hated it there and took off. found a new home on nick's couch and decided to spend a good amount of time getting high and forgetting about everything else. with the glass cleaned up, he can actually walk across the living room, so he--does.
makes his way over to the comfiest looking couch to throw himself across it, legs over one of the arms. hands across his stomach. )
When's the last time you remember us meeting up?
( oliver's switched between houses. went back home, before he remembered he hated it there and took off. found a new home on nick's couch and decided to spend a good amount of time getting high and forgetting about everything else. with the glass cleaned up, he can actually walk across the living room, so he--does.
makes his way over to the comfiest looking couch to throw himself across it, legs over one of the arms. hands across his stomach. )
When's the last time you remember us meeting up?
( two years would put oli at around twenty years old.
there is a three year gap between them. so the question now is whether to tell him the truth or lie. )
All of us? The last time we were all together was graduation. We haven't been in the same place together since. ( he doesn't want to lie, especially not to oli; but he isn't ready to divulge everything either. not when the guilt is still eating away at him from the inside out. ) I'm 23 now though.
( he can at least tell him that much. )
How long have you been here?
there is a three year gap between them. so the question now is whether to tell him the truth or lie. )
All of us? The last time we were all together was graduation. We haven't been in the same place together since. ( he doesn't want to lie, especially not to oli; but he isn't ready to divulge everything either. not when the guilt is still eating away at him from the inside out. ) I'm 23 now though.
( he can at least tell him that much. )
How long have you been here?
A couple months. Not long. Kennedy got here a month after I did. Nick's been here for over a year.
( this couch is nice though. why do all the fucking dominants get great furniture and his default housing was full of ratty sheets and mattresses with springs coming out of them? it's unfair. fucking pierce and his stupid dom privilege. )
I've got a contract right now, but soon as it expires I'll switch over to you. It's been five years since you and I've seen each other?
( this couch is nice though. why do all the fucking dominants get great furniture and his default housing was full of ratty sheets and mattresses with springs coming out of them? it's unfair. fucking pierce and his stupid dom privilege. )
I've got a contract right now, but soon as it expires I'll switch over to you. It's been five years since you and I've seen each other?
( don't u mean fucking pierce and his stupid privileges in gen?
although, if you ask him, he totally got downgraded here. )
Wait. Wait wait waitβ ( he holds up his hand. ) Nick and Kennedy are here too? ( what the fuck. ) Are they your age?
( please don't tell him that he is not only the latest one to arrive here but also the oldest one out of the group chronologically speaking. )
And who the fuck did you get contracted with, mate? ( his brows snap into a disapproving frown. ) Is it Nick? Kennedy?
although, if you ask him, he totally got downgraded here. )
Wait. Wait wait waitβ ( he holds up his hand. ) Nick and Kennedy are here too? ( what the fuck. ) Are they your age?
( please don't tell him that he is not only the latest one to arrive here but also the oldest one out of the group chronologically speaking. )
And who the fuck did you get contracted with, mate? ( his brows snap into a disapproving frown. ) Is it Nick? Kennedy?
Edited 2022-03-22 04:03 (UTC)
Timeline seems to match up, yeah. Nick hasn't said anything to make me think otherwise, nor has Ken.
( his head tips back against the arm of the couch, fingers raising to tug at the collar around his neck. finds the buckle and undoes it entirely to throw it across the room. william isn't his favorite person right now, which is why he's quick to. well. offer him over. )
Some asshole. I was in the middle of planning my big fuck you party for him when you showed up, so. Great timing.
( his head tips back against the arm of the couch, fingers raising to tug at the collar around his neck. finds the buckle and undoes it entirely to throw it across the room. william isn't his favorite person right now, which is why he's quick to. well. offer him over. )
Some asshole. I was in the middle of planning my big fuck you party for him when you showed up, so. Great timing.
( well, that's just great. everyone's three years behind. lucky him. guess he won't have to catch them up with recent events. )
Some asshole? ( he arches his brow at him before his gaze follows the trajectory of the discarded collar. extending his left hand out towards it, he summons the accessory over to him, his fingers curling around its band. he doesn't look over at oli as he asks the next question, a steel-like tone to his voice. ) His name?
Some asshole? ( he arches his brow at him before his gaze follows the trajectory of the discarded collar. extending his left hand out towards it, he summons the accessory over to him, his fingers curling around its band. he doesn't look over at oli as he asks the next question, a steel-like tone to his voice. ) His name?
If I give you a name, you're going to make a mess. And I'm already in the process of cleaning it up.
( or at least getting himself out of it. and nick. hell, if nick wasn't in the line of fire this would be a hell of a lot easier. just tell william to fuck off and be done with it. but he has to be careful now. )
I'll tell you once I've gotten Nick out of the way. Okay?
( or at least getting himself out of it. and nick. hell, if nick wasn't in the line of fire this would be a hell of a lot easier. just tell william to fuck off and be done with it. but he has to be careful now. )
I'll tell you once I've gotten Nick out of the way. Okay?
Nick? ( he shoves the collar into his pants' pocket. ) Is Nick contracted with that asshole too?
( are you saying that two of his best friends are currently submissives and contractually bound to some fucking collar-hankerin' perv? )
( are you saying that two of his best friends are currently submissives and contractually bound to some fucking collar-hankerin' perv? )
No. Nick's contracted to a guy named Kyle Valenti. Apparently a vampire. Really hot though. I've already terrorized him plenty, he's not a creep or a jackass or anything. Checked through his network history, too. Nothing bad enough to raise any red flags.
( kyle's a sweetheart and oliver didn't waste time adding him to his list of favorites. )
Kyle's also his boyfriend. Him, Ragnor Fell, and Nate Hawthorne. The three of them are great. His fourth boyfriend's a piece of shit but more in the self destructive to the point of hurting everyone around him way, less the spousal abuse towards Nick way.
( kyle's a sweetheart and oliver didn't waste time adding him to his list of favorites. )
Kyle's also his boyfriend. Him, Ragnor Fell, and Nate Hawthorne. The three of them are great. His fourth boyfriend's a piece of shit but more in the self destructive to the point of hurting everyone around him way, less the spousal abuse towards Nick way.
( that's a pile of shit you're dumping on him all at once, oli.
he needs to fucking sit down. rather than join oliver on the couch though, pierce settles for the arm of it. )
Four boyfriends. One's a bloodsucking fiend, the other's a jackass. Got it. ( what the hell, nicholas? he totally drank the fucking koolaid here, didn't he? ) But what's that got to do with the asshole? ( one problem at a time, oli. he lit just got here. )
he needs to fucking sit down. rather than join oliver on the couch though, pierce settles for the arm of it. )
Four boyfriends. One's a bloodsucking fiend, the other's a jackass. Got it. ( what the hell, nicholas? he totally drank the fucking koolaid here, didn't he? ) But what's that got to do with the asshole? ( one problem at a time, oli. he lit just got here. )
One's a warlock--half demon, half human. The other's a witch. Also prefers the term warlock. They're both cute too.
( just an fyi. in case pierce gets curious later. oliver made an effort to vet them already, pierce doesn't have to start fights with them to make sure they're fine or whatever. not that oliver saying they're fine will stop him from being a dick anyway.
he does twist himself around enough to wrap an arm around pierce's waist. tries to drag him down onto the couch. pierce makes a good pillow, he intends to take advantage of it. )
Nothing. Nick's not in the asshole's direct line of sight, but he's close enough that I'm not going to start shit without making sure he's out of range.
( just an fyi. in case pierce gets curious later. oliver made an effort to vet them already, pierce doesn't have to start fights with them to make sure they're fine or whatever. not that oliver saying they're fine will stop him from being a dick anyway.
he does twist himself around enough to wrap an arm around pierce's waist. tries to drag him down onto the couch. pierce makes a good pillow, he intends to take advantage of it. )
Nothing. Nick's not in the asshole's direct line of sight, but he's close enough that I'm not going to start shit without making sure he's out of range.
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