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( there's really no telling who he meant to text, but — )
hey i didnt leave my ring in your bathroom did i
hey i didnt leave my ring in your bathroom did i
hihihi!
you ever get yourself cigarettes, and find the drug room?
you ever get yourself cigarettes, and find the drug room?
[Theo's gift for Nick is dropped off in a black bag with forest green tissue paper toppling out the top, and contains: a very bedazzled bottle of Smirnoff, three delicately wrapped joints, and a necklace that's really a locket containing (2) two tabs of molly.
'Happy holidays. Let's bond over any and all of this at your leisure. ♥ - Theo']
'Happy holidays. Let's bond over any and all of this at your leisure. ♥ - Theo']
[ rude!!! ]
ok
magic is i guess not everyones vibes so i'm not like blasting it all over the public message boards or anything that's all but like
i'm a witch, and i work with healing a lot
i could probably make the scar less sensitive, if it's at all like
uncomfortable for you
especially wearing stones as prosthetics
ok
magic is i guess not everyones vibes so i'm not like blasting it all over the public message boards or anything that's all but like
i'm a witch, and i work with healing a lot
i could probably make the scar less sensitive, if it's at all like
uncomfortable for you
especially wearing stones as prosthetics
[ She shows up at Nick's room — and if he isn't there, she'll go look for him in his mini garden. She's got a pretty hefty bag with her; she tells Nick he isn't allowed to open it until Christmas and gives him both a hug and kiss on his cheek before heading back.
Inside the bag are three pots, all stacked on each other. Next to them she tucked a flower that's just like the blue one Nick gave her a while ago, except it's black all over, textureless. It doesn't reflect light or cast a shadow, and Nick might know exactly why. It's virtually indestructible and will exist for as long as she stays in Saltburn or until she dies.
Merry Xmas Niiiick!
I don't know why these made me think of you, it must be because they're as cute as you are.
I hope you like the flower, you inspired me to make one myself. ♥ 🕷️ ]
Inside the bag are three pots, all stacked on each other. Next to them she tucked a flower that's just like the blue one Nick gave her a while ago, except it's black all over, textureless. It doesn't reflect light or cast a shadow, and Nick might know exactly why. It's virtually indestructible and will exist for as long as she stays in Saltburn or until she dies.
Merry Xmas Niiiick!
I don't know why these made me think of you, it must be because they're as cute as you are.
I hope you like the flower, you inspired me to make one myself. ♥ 🕷️ ]
[he almost kept snoozing, warmed by the two bodies around him and covered in mixtures of sweat and other bodily fluids. spit, come, perfume and cologne. he could have slept longer, could have lounged between bodies and dozed in and out of sleep. it was hard to pry himself from their arms, but he wanted to be in his own bed and part of him worried about his energy affecting their space. he didn't want to leave nightmares in his wake, so chose to leave.
he's barely coherent to his surroundings. his eyes are tired, he's tired -- his entire body is tired. he's barefoot through the halls, carrying his shoes under his arm and dropping them to the floor the second he walks into his room. he yawns, presses his fingers into his eyes and drags his hand through his mussed hair.
he doesn't bother undressing, still in a sweatshirt and sweatpants, when he crawls onto bed and it's then (and only then) does he realize he isn't alone. there is a body in his bed. Nick is in his bed--
this isn't his bed.
he huffs out a soft sigh, not bothering to get beneath the covers. he lays on his side, props himself up on his elbow and rests his head lazily on his palm. he picks up his phone and quietly places it on the bedside table instead of tossing it, then turns all of his attention back to him.
he watches him sleep for a few minutes too long. brushes hair out from around Nick's face, smiles. he's in one of his shirts. he stays as long as he can before deciding he should shower.]
I'll be right back.
[he whispers with a soft kiss to his forehead. he isn't even sure if he can hear him, but he wants him to know regardless.]
he's barely coherent to his surroundings. his eyes are tired, he's tired -- his entire body is tired. he's barefoot through the halls, carrying his shoes under his arm and dropping them to the floor the second he walks into his room. he yawns, presses his fingers into his eyes and drags his hand through his mussed hair.
he doesn't bother undressing, still in a sweatshirt and sweatpants, when he crawls onto bed and it's then (and only then) does he realize he isn't alone. there is a body in his bed. Nick is in his bed--
this isn't his bed.
he huffs out a soft sigh, not bothering to get beneath the covers. he lays on his side, props himself up on his elbow and rests his head lazily on his palm. he picks up his phone and quietly places it on the bedside table instead of tossing it, then turns all of his attention back to him.
he watches him sleep for a few minutes too long. brushes hair out from around Nick's face, smiles. he's in one of his shirts. he stays as long as he can before deciding he should shower.]
I'll be right back.
[he whispers with a soft kiss to his forehead. he isn't even sure if he can hear him, but he wants him to know regardless.]
Edited (penguins u didnt see anything ) 2024-12-15 04:07 (UTC)
[ the rest of nick's night is spent in a state so pathetic, he's not sure that he'd ever be able to admit it to another soul. in the end when he passes out it's entirely accidental when nick finally passes out, too long spent staring at a door that isn't going to open.
nick is too exhausted to register movement inside the room, doesn't stir at the dip of another body in the bed or the presence next to him. in fact he doesn't respond at all, not until a soft kiss is being pressed into his skin and nick's expression creases a little. what a fucking cruel dream, actually.
nick cracks open eye open, sleepy and not entirely awake at all, and he's so confused, because why the hell would august be here now? ]
Hm?
[ nick sounds like he hasn't slept, voice croaking out, and he brings up his hand to rub blearily at his face, a thousand questions on his lips, but of course none of them come. ]
I'm— okay. Yeah, go shower.
nick is too exhausted to register movement inside the room, doesn't stir at the dip of another body in the bed or the presence next to him. in fact he doesn't respond at all, not until a soft kiss is being pressed into his skin and nick's expression creases a little. what a fucking cruel dream, actually.
nick cracks open eye open, sleepy and not entirely awake at all, and he's so confused, because why the hell would august be here now? ]
Hm?
[ nick sounds like he hasn't slept, voice croaking out, and he brings up his hand to rub blearily at his face, a thousand questions on his lips, but of course none of them come. ]
I'm— okay. Yeah, go shower.
[Theo doesn't know the meat of it, only the peripherals - that there's something bumming Nick out and it's a delicate matter relating to a certain person and - something like that. He's not about to brute force his way into matters uninvited but honestly, he knows what his own reckless, terrible, not supposed to be recommended way of dealing with this kinda shit is. And he likes to think the odds are Nick'll be into it:]
wanna get high?
wanna get high?
[during some odd hour of the night or early morning, three carefully crafted gifts varying in size (medium-small to small) arrive in Nick's room. they appear out of thin air and sit atop his dresser. with the gifts come a small arrangement of snapdragons in an opaque vase.
in the smallest box is a bracelet that pulses with dark magic. really it pulses in general, almost like it's breathing. when worn, it snakes around skin and molds to the shape of Nick's wrist.
the contents of the next box has a worn sweater with a simple note clipped to the collar's tag: 'Since you like this one'.
in the last box has a book on magical gardening from Sol & Scroll, with a printed photo of the two of them between the pages. it's one of the selfies Nick had taken, with his arm slung around August's shoulders and August caught with a rare smile. the garden they worked on together is in background.
the back of the envelope attached to the tiny pile reads 𝑂𝑃𝐸𝑁 𝐿𝐴𝑆𝑇, but when he does eventually read the letter:
𝘕𝘪𝘤𝘬,
𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦. 𝘐𝘵'𝘭𝘭 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘪𝘧 𝘐'𝘮 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘯 𝘣𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘦𝘭𝘴𝘦.
𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘪𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘴 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘪𝘵.
𝘔𝘦𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘊𝘩𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘮𝘢𝘴,
𝘈𝘶𝘨𝘶𝘴𝘵 ]
in the smallest box is a bracelet that pulses with dark magic. really it pulses in general, almost like it's breathing. when worn, it snakes around skin and molds to the shape of Nick's wrist.
the contents of the next box has a worn sweater with a simple note clipped to the collar's tag: 'Since you like this one'.
in the last box has a book on magical gardening from Sol & Scroll, with a printed photo of the two of them between the pages. it's one of the selfies Nick had taken, with his arm slung around August's shoulders and August caught with a rare smile. the garden they worked on together is in background.
the back of the envelope attached to the tiny pile reads 𝑂𝑃𝐸𝑁 𝐿𝐴𝑆𝑇, but when he does eventually read the letter:
𝘕𝘪𝘤𝘬,
𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦. 𝘐𝘵'𝘭𝘭 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘪𝘧 𝘐'𝘮 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘯 𝘣𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘦𝘭𝘴𝘦.
𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘪𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘴 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘪𝘵.
𝘔𝘦𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘊𝘩𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘮𝘢𝘴,
𝘈𝘶𝘨𝘶𝘴𝘵 ]
[it's been an abnormally long amount of time since he's gotten a barrage of texts from Nick about something. even if it's silly, he's been quiet. he isn't sure why, but he does need to talk to him about Theo so he's using it as an excuse.]
hey
got a minute?
hey
got a minute?
yeah of course
[ except not really of course, considering he's been doing his level best to avoid too much contact with august, avoiding initiating anything, not sure where his boundaries are supposed to be any more. but that's not the point. ]
whats up?
[ except not really of course, considering he's been doing his level best to avoid too much contact with august, avoiding initiating anything, not sure where his boundaries are supposed to be any more. but that's not the point. ]
whats up?
[he's running on little to no sleep, exhausting himself and nodding off for maybe thirty minutes at a time, careful of Nick and what he might need. he knows he can heal himself, knows all he needs is rest, but that doesn't stop him from taking precautions - like laying in wait for a creature to come through the door (it never happens), and summoning one hellhound to guard the door should he step out.
its heat radiates into the entire room, so much that a window is cracked open just for the circulation of fresh air and a soft breeze. it's ... creepy, skulking around the room, too large for anything, too menacing to offer true comfort. it watches Nick more than it watches the door, eyes reflective in the dark and pitch black in the light. scorch marks are left wherever it walks, giant paw prints burned into wood.
August is out; left to grab supplies. now it's Nick and the hound.]
what kind of juice do you want?
its heat radiates into the entire room, so much that a window is cracked open just for the circulation of fresh air and a soft breeze. it's ... creepy, skulking around the room, too large for anything, too menacing to offer true comfort. it watches Nick more than it watches the door, eyes reflective in the dark and pitch black in the light. scorch marks are left wherever it walks, giant paw prints burned into wood.
August is out; left to grab supplies. now it's Nick and the hound.]
what kind of juice do you want?
[ nick has--debated the presence of the hellhound, several times over, and then debated whether or not nick is allowed to pet the creature, and then debated the presence of them all over again, but well--it's hard to win a fight about needing protection when you were in very real danger only a few days ago.
so nick loses spectacularly each time the debate arises and the hellhound remains, and nick watches it lazily in return, tossing up on whether or not he can teach a creature spawned from the great inferno how to play fetch. it's not a bad way to spend the day, all in all. ]
orange
no, apple if they have it
actually do they have any of that green juice?
sorry
so nick loses spectacularly each time the debate arises and the hellhound remains, and nick watches it lazily in return, tossing up on whether or not he can teach a creature spawned from the great inferno how to play fetch. it's not a bad way to spend the day, all in all. ]
orange
no, apple if they have it
actually do they have any of that green juice?
sorry
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