Mason was more than serious about believing in ghosts. There was no way that there weren’t ghosts in the world. Of course he’s heard that Dalton’s haunted, but that was also because he was always very easily scared by things. When Blaine came up behind him, Mason turned around and raised an eyebrow at the fellow Warbler. Chicken? Mason McCarthy was not a chicken, but he also was very terrified of pissing off ghosts, so they definitely were running into an issue there.
“Why you and I specifically?” Mason inquired before nodding at Blaine’s suggestion of a camping trip. It was going to be far too creepy and not at all fun, but he never backed down from proving he wasn’t anything but fearless. “Then again, it’s probably because they think we’re the only ones who honestly could handle it.”
In retrospect, Mason pretty much figured that fact also had to be true. Hesitating, the brunet finally just nodded at the whole idea. “Fine, but if we’re possessed by the end of the night, we’re going after the upperclassmen.” Childish, sure, but Mason was also very terrified that it was true. Ghosts weren’t a force to be reckoned with. As the taller male motioned to the hallway, he looked over at Blaine so that he could follow him to the storage rooms. “So.. between you and me– do you think it’s haunted?”
“I think you’re right. The last thing the Warblers need is two members running out in the middle of the night with the cackling of some jerkish upperclassmen chasing their backs. You and me? WE GOT THIS.”
Blaine hadn’t the slightest clue if he believed in ghosts or not. Okay. A part of him certainly did. There had to be more to life than just the physical sense of where they are while they’re living and breathing. To think that energy just fizzles out and they become nothing was too morbid of an ending to think of. Maybe another, more hopeful and romantic side of him, wanted to believe reincarnation was what waited for them on the other side. Could be.. No. Definitely. There could be both. People who were ready to move on and learn again. Or people too lost to want to let go. That had to be it.
And since Dalton was beloved by anyone who walked it’s halls, it would be easy enough to assume that there might be ghosts lurking here and there. Why not the orchestra storage? At least they could find some peace and quiet away from the living there if they wanted to. What a fantastic time to have a spiritual discovery! On the ebb of a night spent inside the very rooms he just deemed a ghost retreat!
“Fair enough,” he chuckled up at the slender boy as they solidified their resolve to stick it out and go through with the plan. “They’d deserve it.” The question caught him off guard and he bit his lip before it dropped open for a breath or two. “Do you? I..uh.. Yeah,” he whispered like he was afraid someone might hear. Both brows jerked up as he glanced around and leaned in closer. “Between you and me? Even if it isn’t? I think we should make them think it is.. ,” here came that cat-that-ate-the-canary grin, “And we got a whole night to make up a story that’ll make them sleep with the lights on for the rest of the year.” On that note? “You..um..think we should go get our things ready and settle in before it gets dark?”
( mssg » blaine | sent ) So about half of that was English, which means I understood enough to know that you’re drunk. ( mssg » blaine | sent ) And you want me to be drunk too. ( mssg » blaine | sent ) So how about you tell me where you are, oh thee of ‘fantastic ideas.’ I’ll come find you. ( mssg » blaine | sent ) Drink some water, please.
( mssg » barry | sent ) HOw dare I…?? ( mssg » barry | sent ) I think aall if it was in English my friend. you just need to learn how to read better!
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( mssg » barry | sent ) Yes I am and yes I do. Come be drunk with me Barry. ( mssg » barry | sent ) in the attic, I just said so. werhe they keep the instruments and we all come up To hide away togethere soemtimes. ( mssg » barry | sent ) why drink wayer when there’s wine???
( mssg » barry | sent ) ARe you here yet? no…but you should be.
❛ Does he live here or something? Seriously. You are always here. ❜
“Hello to you, too, Kurt. Don’t worry. I’m only here to get my coffee and go. I promise not to keep making your life as unbearable as my presence obviously does for much longer.”
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Dave: I usually do. Sometimes its pointier than at other times. But that’s life. C’est la vie as Sister Chubs likes to say. Dave: Well, yeah. Gold Bender is obviously able to best Silver Bender so- Dave: Well yeah. They can imagine all the end of the world scenarios. Put some of that creativity into your signs. That’s how you create a brand. Dave: Okay, well maybe awkward is a strong word. Objects in mirror may be more awkward than they appear. Dave: Are you sure I’m not one of them? Absolutely positive Mr. Warbler? Dave: *wonders how long he can make this fun until its too real. Is also bored and is hoping that Blaine wants to play along*
( mssg » unknown number | sent ) That’s it. That’s gotta be it. The mime fight was about to be against two opposing Benders in the middle of New York City. How did I not realize what was going on? ( mssg » unknown number | sent ) Let’s hope they don’t figure that out. Otherwise, we won’t be able to walk two steps without some sign assaulting our common decency.
( mssg » unknown number | sent ) Mr. Warbler? I wish I could say that brings back a certain note of nostalgia. But people would have to stop calling me that for it to become nostalgic. LOL. Years after high school and I’m still not overly sure a few of my friends realize Warbler isn’t my first, middle or last name. ( mssg » unknown number | sent ) But curiouser and curiouser as they say in Wonderland. ( mssg » unknown number | sent ) Are you? Hmm.. I guess I’ll have to figure that out. Fellow Ohio escapee? Or did you learn my other identity through word of mouth? You have to give me some clues. Or this isn’t remotely close to fair.
“It’s fine.” Well no, actually it wasn’t fine. At all. Elliott shouldn’t be so fucking self-conscious, or so fat, or so God damn bad at being a good…boyfriend? partner? friend with benefits? Whatever the hell they were.
He didn’t really respond to the kiss, a little lost in his own momentary self loathing to actually register what was going on. After a moment though, he caught the tail end of what Blaine was saying, and gave a more genuine little smile back.
“Yeah, okay.” Elliott agreed, nodding and stepping back from Blaine with a ever so slight frown blooming across his face – although this one was more about having to let him go then being upset with himself. He stepped away to head to the kitchen, although for a moment he couldn’t help but let his eyes linger on Blaine, a much softer smile coming onto his face.
Blaine cringed inwardly as he pulled away from the kiss with a quizzitive blink. He stood still trying to piece together how to fix the feeling in the air between them back to what it was before changed and turned Elliott away from wanting to kiss him back. When he got the smile he was looking for after a few stomach churning beats, Blaine mirrored it and then stepped back watching as Elliott moved towards the kitchen.
Sticking his bottom lip between his teeth, Blaine gave the poor strip of skin a good chew as he walked into the bathroom and shut the door. “Damn it,” he breathed as his clothes were tossed one piece at a time into the hamper. At least the water was warm and the smell of vanilla filled the room. Inhaling deep, the increasingly frazzled musician tried to let the sweet-scented steam untangle his nerves from the mess they were on the verge of wrapping themselves into.
Great. Not two months into whatever they are and that sinking feeling that he was on the road to messing up again was lurking just beyond his spot of luck at finding someone like Elliott and started to claw it’s way back to greet him with a yank to his insides. Why did he say that? He should have known better. What Elliott was going through was the same thing he went through a year ago and it was a horrid feeling. Suggesting the two of them do such a thing was a dumb mistake. One he swore he wasn’t going to make ever again.
MUSE AESTHETICS: SEX + ROMANCE !
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LONG TERM RELATIONSHIPS. casual relationships. rough. loud. growling. screaming. crying. sobbing.gentle. WHISPERS.touching others. TOUCHING SELF. MOANING. BEING TOUCHED. LINGERING CARESSES. KISSES. FRENCH KISSES. LICKING. nibbling. biting. scratching. spanking. hair pulling. TENDER. dominance. SUBMISSION. switch. humiliation. humiliating others. power play. struggles. wrestling. hugs. CUDDLING. shower/bath sex. UP AGAINST A WALL. BEING HELD DOWN. breasts. BUTTS. LEGS. thighs. feet. hands. FINGERS. NECK. ears. LOVE BITES. innuendo. being choked. choking. breath play. bondage. leather. silk. velvet. lace. being watched. watching others. clothed. HALF-CLOTHED. bared skin. TEASING. INDOORS. outdoors. public. private. lingerie. stockings. collar. corsets. infidelity. heterosexual. HOMOSEXUAL. bisexual. pansexual. demisexual. asexual. MONOGAMOUS. polyamorous.
It’s the nightmares that wake him again, this time he can’t sit still. The urge to run was overwhelming. And so he does. He slips out from under the covers, briefly he looks over at Blaine to make sure the other didn’t wake up. Satisfied to see that he was still asleep, the speedster ran, he wasn’t sure for how long. Could be seconds, or minutes, he would have done it for hours if he could. It was this restless energy, racing away from the thoughts that danced around in his head. Yet regardless of how fast he ran, it didn’t change the nightmares, it didn’t stop them from happening. Eventually they will calm down, they weren’t as frequent as before. He just– he didn’t like talking about them, even though he probably should. Some would say he allows his emotions to rule him, it’s easy to read what he’s feeling. See, the thing was Barry was the fact that when he truly wanted to keep something bottled up he was very good at it.
Eventually he returned back to their place, phasing through the door to keep quiet. What time was it? It was still dark, but close to early in the morning, great, he’s going to be tired tomorrow. Or rather later today, good things he has the day off, right? He settled on the couch, rubbing his temples with a frustrated, almost distressed look on his face. Then he hears footsteps; Blaine must have woken up. Had he not been as quiet as he thought? “Blaine–” green eyes look up to met those hazel- honey colored ones. “I… sorry, did I wake you up?”
Barry’s spot on the bed was ice cold when Blaine’s hand reached for him in the middle of the night. A contrast of chilly air and no one next to him that his body wasn’t ready for waited for him where a person should be. The empty air in place of his boyfriend stirred him out of sleep. Tired eyes opened to a pillow with the indent of Barry’s head on it instead of a face. It was dark out which meant it was way too early for Barry to be gone. Had to be around somewhere. “Barry,” his voice was still scratchy with sleep as he called out and received nothing back. Or maybe he wasn’t? “Honey?” Not even a stir in the bathroom or kitchen. Okay. Now he was wide awake. Barry was gone and (after shoving bedheaded curls out of his eyes so he could check his phone and seeing no text to tell him something happened at work and he had to rush out) he had no idea why and that wasn’t a common thing between them.
Something had to be wrong.
Worry replaced confusion and he was out of bed with his pajama pants pulled on in seconds. Snatching his phone off the nightstand, Blaine walked down the hall and stopped in his tracks when he came to the living room. Barry was on the couch..but dressed? “Hey,” his voice was laden with concern as he took a seat tossing a glance to his now unneeded phone before setting it aside and putting his full attention on the man beside him. “Um. No. I don’t think you did. I just noticed you weren’t there. You didn’t answer me. You okay?” He had no idea Barry was gone at all, but he could see the heaviness in his eyes and knew the answer already. Wanting nothing more than to make him feel better, Blaine wrapped his arm around Barry’s shoulders and tugged him close enough to press a kiss to his temple. “Wanna talk about it?”
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