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Post by Desmond Tatum Thorton on Aug 11, 2012 21:20:35 GMT -5
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He had been taken to his room to get some new clothes for the day. He told Erich that he had been staying at the friend's place over the night because he wasn't feeling well and that he was heading to the coffee shop to get some tea and that he may or may not be back later tonight. He still didn't really feel safe sleeping anywhere other than at Thor's place. This emotionless side was gonna be out for them both at this point. He would have to be careful now, especially since he was a bit weak. He made his way to the coffee shop and ordered some of his favorite tea. It took a few minutes but they brought over a nice warm kettle of tea. He thanked the server and paid for it and took a breath. He figured that he didn't look his best but he needed this tea. Tea always ended up relaxing him in a lot of ways.
He poured a bit into a cup they gave him and blew on it a bit to cool it down. He took a sip and felt the warmth of it flowing down his throat. Out of everyone here, he was the only one alone. Everyone else had thier friends with them but Des was alone. That was the story of his life really. But now, he had more friends than he ever did in life so it was all a bit odd for him. But he loved them all and wouldn't trade them for the anything, especially with Bambi or Thor or Erich. So he sat at his table, drinking his warm and delicious tea, hoping that made someone would join him. He always said that a cup of tea was better with someone else around.
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Post by autumn rachel moreau on Aug 12, 2012 4:41:30 GMT -5
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Whatever the answer was, Autumn pushed it away. Feeling a bit thirsty, she tried finding a coffee shop of sorts, and she wanted to know where the coffee shops were anyway. She peeked her head in a few, but seeing lots other people, she left to find a relatively deserted one. She didn’t really want to be alone, in fact, Autumn was more of a people person; but being in a crowd of people made her feel lonely. Everyone knew everyone. Everyone had someone to be with. Whereas she had no one. That made her feel empty, alone. She had no one to call her friend here. Autumn had already looked into six when she began to give up. People seemed to love hanging out in coffee shops, so finding one with few people was hard. She decided the next one she found would be the one she’d hang out in, no matter how many people she found inside.
And this time, there were few people, and only one person was alone, too. A man. Well, he looked like a man, but who knew what he was. She closed to the door quietly behind her, and peered curiously at him, her head cocked to the right [but she didn’t know it was tilted, it was more of a habit]. He sat there with a pot of tea, sipping some from a cup quietly. He looked very tired in Autumn’s opinion. Realizing she was staring, she looked down, blushing a bit though Autumn didn’t even know if anyone had noticed. She stood there by the door, fiddling with the hem of her shirt for a few minutes, feeling lost and lonely again.
Finally she decided she’d go order something. She walked up to the counter, looking at the menu. She wondered what was good here, but she had no one to ask.
She had no one.
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Post by Desmond Tatum Thorton on Aug 15, 2012 0:05:50 GMT -5
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He wanted to think that Thor still loved him a lot but he just wasn't sure. Perhaps that was his little delusional thoughts again but he didn't really care. Brothers were supposed to love each other right? That's when he heard the door open and out of the corner of his eye, he could see red hair. Almost immediately, he thought it was Juno. Had she come back from wherever she went? He was a bit afraid to look up in all honesty. Those hurt feelings came back and he didn't really want to feel them again. He was dating Bambi now and his life was beginning to make a little bit of sense again. He bit his lower lip before finally building up the courage to look. But it wasn't Juno. It was someone else, someone new here. Because he would remember hair that red. She seemed a bit lost and she was alone. Des knew that feeling all too well. He felt the same when he first arrived here.
He watched her walk up to the counter and he honestly felt bad for the girl. He wanted to help her out and maybe make her feel a little less lonely. With another sip of tea, he stood up from his seat and walked over to her. "Miss? Are you alright? I couldn't help but notice that you seemed a bit lost." The concern showed on his face as he spoke. Everyone needed a friend, especially when they were in a strange new place. If he was wrong or out of place, then he would step away and go back to his tea. But maybe, just maybe, she might join him. He wouldn't mind having some pleasant company as he drank his tea.
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Post by autumn rachel moreau on Aug 15, 2012 23:35:51 GMT -5
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Both of her parents loved her, but there love was shown in different ways. As in, they wanted the best for her so instead they forced their ideas of a perfect life onto her; they wanted her to be everything that they weren't able to be. So they forced it upon her, their failed hopes and their failed expectations, hoping that one day their daughter could fulfill them. Did they stop to wonder, "what would our daughter want?" No. They didn't. But the thing is, Autumn wasn't like them. Autumn didn't understand them, and she didn't want to be what they wanted her to be. They wanted private schools, for her to be a doctor or a dentist or a scientist -- something impressive -- while she wanted to be in the theater, to go to a public school, to stay home and listen to music.
So she went through her "rebellious teenager stage" as her parents would call it. She dyed her hair, refused to listen to them, because she was sick. Sick of having to do everything that they wanted her to do. "Tu est paresseuse! Tu est penible!" they'd tell her when she didn't do what they wanted her to do. But she didn't think she was lazy or annoying. In fact, she thought she was a decent human being. "Tu est immature! Ecoute a tes parents!" Maybe she was being immature, but she definitely wasn't going to listen to her parents anymore.
"Miss? Are you alright? I couldn't help but notice that you seemed a bit lost," A voce broke through the memories of her parents. Autumn looked at the person that had walked up to her and was surprised to see it was the same man who she was previously staring at. "Oh, I guess you could say I am. Well, part of it is, I don't know what to order," Autumn admitted, though she was the type of person who liked to think she wasn't lost, that in fact, she knew exactly where she was going. "I'm new here," she continued, "I feel a bit like Elphaba at the moment, you know, all green and lost and friendless," she laughed at her reference to her favorite musical, "Minus, the green though; but I guess I kind of stand out with this red hair of mine," she pointed at her hair. Realizing she hadn't introduced herself, she stuck out her hand saying, "I'm Autumn Rachel Moreau!" she smiled up at the man, grateful for her new found company, "Who might you be?"
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Post by Desmond Tatum Thorton on Aug 17, 2012 2:19:57 GMT -5
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He looked at her once more with a smile. "I have some tea back at my seat and I wouldn't mind sharing if you'd like." He really wouldn't mind sharing his tea with her. Besides, he'd like something to keep him from his thoughts and talking with someone else would keep the thoughts away for the time being. "I'm new here. I feel a bit like Elphaba at the moment, you know, all green and lost and friendless. Minus, the green though; but I guess I kind of stand out with this red hair of mine." He smiled and couldn't help but laugh at little at the reference that she said. He had heard of Wicked but he never had the chance to see it when he was alive. But he had heard good things about it. "I know how that feels. Well, not the whole being green thing but being lost and friendless. I know how that feels all too well."
He glanced down a bit, trying not to let what he said bother him. But he hardly had any friends in life. He only had two, Bambi and Erich. And he felt lost ever since Thor left him years ago. He didn't really feel like he belonged at home anymore. "And I like your red hair. It makes you stand out and be a bit unique." He gave her a smile before he continued on. "You remind me of..." He immediately stopped, eyes growing wide a bit. "An old friend." He finally said, finishing his sentence. Her hair reminded him of Juno. They both had red hair. He pushed the thought from his mind and rubbed the back of his neck a bit. "I'm Autumn Rachel Moreau! Who might you be?" He smiled and gave her a small nod. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Autumn. I'm Desmond Thorton but you can call me Des." He ran a hand through his jet black hair and took a breath. "Also, I'm sorry if I seemed a bit rude earlier by just walking up out of the blue. You just looked like you needed some help."
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Post by autumn rachel moreau on Aug 17, 2012 4:54:38 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://psd.fanextra.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/01/cleang1.jpg); width: 457px; padding-top: 30; padding-bottom: 30; -moz-border-radius: 35 35 35 35; -webkit-border-radius: 35 35 35 35;]hi » BRIGHT LIGHTS, Autumn just stared up at the man who approached her and smiled. She liked him a lot already; he was kind and helpful. Not many people would just walk up to lost looking teenagers and ask if they could help. I mean, that's never happened to Autumn before. Well, maybe it was common in Dirge? She didn't know. But there was something about him that just gave off a… Well, gentle and welcoming aura. And Autumn liked that a lot. It was the most welcome she'd felt since she'd arrived in Dirge. "Ah, I see. It can be a bit hard to choose sometimes," she nodded vigorously in agreement, because she could be very indecisive at times. "I have some tea back at my seat and I wouldn't mind sharing if you'd like," Autumn smiled even wider. Yeah, he was really kind. But she could still see the tiredness behind his eyes from when she first came in here.
"Ah, well if that's alright with you, I'd really love the company. I'm feeling kind of lonely," Autumn admitted to him. Ashley didn't always feel lonely. In fact, it was rare. She had a lot of friends from the theater camp she did every summer -- after all, you need a full cast, so why not make friends -- so she felt like she was always with someone. They had so many laughs and so many smiles, Autumn loved her friends and she'd do anything for them. And now, she'd do anything to be with them right now. That summer program was her life. It was the only thing she lived for when her father's beatings got unbearable. The camp was an overnight camp for a month. A month away from her parents. At the camp they'd wake up every morning and work on their musical of that year. On some weekends they'd play games instead of practice. Then at the end of the month, they'd preform it and go home. She never liked going home.
The man smiled at her Wicked reference, and she was glad he got it, "I know how that feels. Well, not the whole being green thing but being lost and friendless. I know how it feels all too well." Autumn frowned. She couldn't see him as someone with no friends. Well, as for being lost, everyone had to feel lost at some point in their life. It was unavoidable. But friendless at one point? This man? Autumn just couldn't see it. He was so kind and she felt like she could trust him immediately. Those were qualities that weren't common in many people. "That can't be true," she said to him, "You're so kind and welcoming. I can't see you being friendless, ever. And if your friends left you, that's just wrong," she told him with a slight frown.
The man looked a bit bothered, but Autumn said nothing more. Maybe it wasn't in her place to say anything. She had only just met him. "And I like your red hair. It makes you stand out and be a bit unique," he told her. Unique. She liked that. She liked that a lot. That's something she had definitely been trying for. Being as far away from the other Moreau's was something she liked. "You remind me of… An old friend," he said after a slight pause. She nodded, but didn't ask about his friend. It didn't seem like something he wanted to talk about. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Autumn. I'm Desmond Thorton but you can call me Des. Also, I'm sorry if I seemed a bit rude earlier by just walking up out of the blue. You just looked like you needed some help," he told her and she smiled. "No need to apologize, Des. I'm really glad you saved me," she laughed and smiled up at him again, "Desmond. Desmond. Desmond, Desmond, Desmond," she repeated his name again, then laughed when she realized what she was doing was a bit strange, "I like that name," she explained, "I like it a lot. But Desmond? I'm gonna find you a new nickname," she said with a nod, then quickly added, "If you don't mind, that is,"
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Post by Desmond Tatum Thorton on Aug 18, 2012 1:41:56 GMT -5
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He led her back to his seat and sat down. He held out his arm and motioned for her to sit down beside him. He took a breath and drank the rest of the tea in his current cup. "That can't be true. You're so kind and welcoming. I can't see you being friendless, ever. And if your friends left you, that's just wrong." He smiled and lowered his gaze a bit. She was sweet to say that, really sweet. But he wasn't always this friendly. In fact, he was rather shy in life and he didn't really make friends. He only really felt okay with Bambi and Erich. He didn't really feel safe in gaining more friends only to just lose them without explanation like when Thor left. That's why he took such a risk with Juno only to have her leave the same way that Thor did, without a word. "Thank you. But being this kind means that I have a fragile heart. There were only two people that I could consider fiends in life. I had suffered a huge loss early in life so i didn't really want to put that much faith in people."
He sighed and rubbed the back of his neck before he continued on. "But now, I am still a bit cautious of people but I do trust people a lot more now. But I'm still very fragile." He poured some tea and took another drink of it. "But it's best not to dwell on the past with company." He didn't want to seem like a drag and to be a depression. "No need to apologize, Des. I'm really glad you saved me." He smiled and looked at her for a moment. It has been a long time since he's saved anyone. "It's no problem, dear." He gave her a smile at this. He loved to help people but the one person he wanted to save and protect the most was Thor. "Desmond. Desmond. Desmond, Desmond, Desmond. I like that name." He couldn't help but laugh at this a bit. It was odd but he didn't really mind it. It was something different. "I like that name. I like it a lot. But Desmond? I'm gonna find you a new nickname. If you don't mind, that is."
He smiled and let out another laugh. "Thank you. And that's fine with me." He continued to smile as he thought back to any nicknames that he may have received in the past. The newest nickname he had was fairy princess and that was from Thor. He didn't really mind it anymore but he wondered what she was gonna come up with for him.
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Post by autumn rachel moreau on Aug 24, 2012 6:17:30 GMT -5
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Autumn rubbed her arms, as Des led her back to his seat. He mentioned for her to sit next to him, so she did. Autumn started to feel the sting of her papa's leather belt again. The crack echoed in mind, but she pushed it away. She had to. Besides, he couldn't hurt her anymore… Right? He just couldn't. He was down there and she was… Well, wherever Dirge was. So he couldn't harm her, could he? But that's the thing about her dad; he would always find her. "Thank you," he replied, breaking through her thoughts, "But being this kind means that I have a fragile heart. There were only two people that I could consider friends in life. I had suffered a huge loss early in life so I didn't really want to put that much faith in people,"
Autumn nodded, as she poured herself some tea. She watched Des, and something about him seemed tired as he rubbed his neck. "But now, I am still a bit cautious of people but I do trust people a lot more now. But I'm still very fragile," Des continued. Autumn nodded again and took a sip of her tea before speaking up. "I think you're stronger than you think you are," she told him, "It takes a certain kind of strength to find kindness in you to walk up to a stranger and offer help. It also takes strength to go through what you've been through, and still be so kind," Autumn looked up at him, "And sure, we can't always be strong. So, you may think you're fragile, but I think you're strong. And everyone is fragile in their own way; even people who seem invincible," she finished and looked down at her teacup.
She watched as he poured more tea and took a sip, "But it's best not to dwell on the past with company," he said. Autumn smiled and nodded. Anything to take her mind off of her parents, who still haunted the back of her mind. "It's no problem, dear," he said to her, and she looked up at him, feeling kind of… Sad. A stranger went out of his way to help her, but her parents? No matter how much she struggled with school, they wouldn't help her. They felt it was better for her to learn on her own. She desperately needed a savior, and now that she felt that she might've found him… Well, it was too late.
He laughed as she repeated his name. Autumn liked it when he laughed -- no -- Autumn liked it when he was happy. And his happiness was infectious, he had the kind of laugh and smile that made you want to laugh and smile too. Well, that's how it felt in Autumn's mind. But something was bugging her. A lot. What nickname could you possibly give to someone named Desmond? Besides Des, of course. This was quite the predicament. Autumn thought for a second, but nothing came. In the end she just looked up at Desmond and said, "You're really…" Autumn was looking for a word, she knew the perfect word to describe him -- she could feel it -- but she was blanking on the word. After a moment, it came to her and she finished with excitement, "Dapper!" She laughed at herself, "You're Dapper! I'll call you Dapper! It's weird though. I'll use it occasionally I guess," she laughed again. She grinned up at Des, nudging him slightly with her shoulder. "So, Dapper, what are you interested in?"
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Post by Desmond Tatum Thorton on Sept 4, 2012 21:04:18 GMT -5
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He couldn't help but gasp a bit at what she said. He bit his lower lip as he listened to her. When she finished, he let out a saddened laugh and just looked to the floor. He didn't understand how anyone could think of him as being strong. He just couldn't see it at all. He was actually fighting back a tear now as well. "I was taught at a young age to help out others and to be good to them. It's not really about strength I think. And what I've been through had brought some bad changes to me. Really bad changes too." He stopped to close his eyes and take a breath. "But...thank you. It's not every day that I hear someone say I'm strong..." In fact, he never heard it at all. At least he couldn't remember if he did or not. But what made him think was when she said that even the invincible people were fragile. This made him think of Thor. Was there somewhere deep, deep down to make his brother fragile?
He had no clue but he guessed not. Thor was never really fragile, even when they were kids. Des was fragile enough for the both of them, he supposed. Come out of your thoughts he told himself. It wasn't good to just get depressed and to have this girl worry about you. He took another breath and took a sip of his tea. "You're really…" He blinked as he tilted his head in confusion much like a puppy would do. "Dapper!" He couldn't help but chuckle. "Well, i certainly try to be at least a bit dapper." It was true too. He always tried to look at least a bit neat. His mum would've scolded him if he didn't. "You're Dapper! I'll call you Dapper! It's weird though. I'll use it occasionally I guess." He laughed along with her, a wide smile on his lips. "Well, that's certainly a unique nickname. But you can use it as much as you want. I don't mind at all."
Autumn nudged his shoulder slightly and he let out another laugh. "So, Dapper, what are you interested in?" His smiled never faded as he took another sip of his tea. "Well, the biggest thing I'm interested in is theater. It's my major in fact. It's a great passion of mine. It's probably one of my biggest passions in fact. I also enjoy sketching, reading plays and playing video games."
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Post by autumn rachel moreau on Sept 14, 2012 17:22:32 GMT -5
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"Well, I certainly try to be at least a bit dapper," Autumn laughed, "Well you're doing a very good job of that, kind siiirrr," Autumn joked, copying [and over exaggerating] his British accent. "Well, that's certainly a unique nickname. But you can use it as much as you want. I don't mind at all," Des said, and Autumn simply smiled and nodded. Maybe she would.
Autumn laughed after he listed what he liked; not because she found them funny. But because they were so... him. "I guess we jumped into the deep end, huh? Already talking about people leaving us, and we haven't even gotten to the important stuff! Like what our favorite colors are," she laughed again, "I like theater too! And video games are alright, but I always loose," she grinned a bit. Des seemed like a fun person, and she liked him a lot already. He was just... Different. He was who he was, and there was definitely something charming about him.
More than anything, Autumn felt that Des gave off a very protective aura. Which made Autumn think of him as… Well, maybe the older brother she never had. Maybe if they'd known each other on Earth, he would've been there for her, when the beatings got unbearable. Maybe he could've made everything okay. But he wasn't there then, and there was no way he could've have been there then. But even now could he make the dreams go away? Would he understand? She wanted him to, badly. She'd never had any siblings… Maybe this was it. Maybe this was the person she'd been looking for.
But it was best not to jump to any conclusions.
"I'm interested in parallel universes," she said, turning away from her thoughts, "well, I'm not really interested, more like I believe in parallel universes," Autumn added. She laughed, and she felt like a geek, but she continued anyway, "In parallel universes, anything is possible, my science teacher said. So, we could be arguing in a parallel universe, or I didn't walk into this coffee shop, or maybe I didn't even decide to go to a coffee shop! In a parallel universe, parallel universe me is wondering if another parallel universe me is thinking about parallel universes!" she laughed and continued, "In a parallel universe I'm not…" Autumn stopped, and her smile faded. 'Dead,' Autumn finished in her mind. She sat silently for a few moments. "Well, you get the point," Autumn said quietly, "Sorry, I'm rambling... Along with parallel universes, I also like singing," she added, switching subjects, reverting herself back to bubbly and cheery. It was a skill she developed to an art, really.
After all, why make someone care over someone as, well, worthless as her?
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Post by Desmond Tatum Thorton on Sept 19, 2012 21:56:47 GMT -5
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"That's actually pretty good," he said between laughs. "I guess we jumped into the deep end, huh? Already talking about people leaving us, and we haven't even gotten to the important stuff! Like what our favorite colors are." He laughed again with a nod. He really liked Autumn. She was sweet and kind and fun to be with. He actually felt like his old self around her and it's been a long time since he felt like that. "I guess we have jumped in a bit deep." But he didn't really mind all the deep talk but he knew that it wouldn't be best for a first meeting. That talk could wait until later. "I like theater too! And video games are alright, but I always loose." He grinned and nodded in agreement to what she said. "They can be a bit hard but with practice, you can get good at them." He wasn't that good when he started out but he got better at them. All it took was some practice, just like doing a play.
"I'm interested in parallel universes. well, I'm not really interested, more like I believe in parallel universes. In parallel universes, anything is possible, my science teacher said. So, we could be arguing in a parallel universe, or I didn't walk into this coffee shop, or maybe I didn't even decide to go to a coffee shop! In a parallel universe, parallel universe me is wondering if another parallel universe me is thinking about parallel universes!" Des just smiled and listened to her. They were a lot alike. They both tended to ramble when they wanted to. But the whole parallel universe thing got him thinking. Did that mean that in a parallel universe, Thor had never left and was still home? He honestly wanted that universe to be the one he knew. But it wasn't going to be and he knew it. "In a parallel universe I'm not…Well, you get the point."
When she paused, he knew that something was wrong. It was just like when he paused when he was upset or bothered. Instinctively, he placed a hand on her shoulder in a comforting way. He was showing her that he was here for her and that she could feel alright with him. he would be there for her whenever she needed him. He even showed the concern in his blue eyes. "Sorry, I'm rambling... Along with parallel universes, I also like singing." he gave her a gentle smile before shaking his head slightly. "It's alright, Autumn. I can ramble too. Although I normally tend to ramble about theater or mythology." He adored mythology, especially the Norse mythology hence why he named that rather rude side of him Loki. But calling his brother Thor wasn't saying that he was like the god of thunder but when he was a boy, it was the easiest to say and it just seemed to fit his brother.
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Post by autumn rachel moreau on Oct 9, 2012 21:54:25 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://psd.fanextra.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/01/cleang1.jpg); width: 457px; padding-top: 30; padding-bottom: 30; -moz-border-radius: 35 35 35 35; -webkit-border-radius: 35 35 35 35;]hi » BRIGHT LIGHTS, Des gave her a small smile, and nodded. "I do too," he said. Autumn smiled at him, but didn't say a word. She liked him. And maybe that wasn't really saying much because Autumn liked a lot of people, but Autumn really liked him. He gave off a very protective feel, and that was something Autumn felt like she lacked in her life. Sometimes Autumn felt like it was her against the world, and to have Des there, well… She had to admit she felt less lonely in a place where she knew so little. Especially since she had no friends here. Not to say that she wouldn't have befriended Des - she definitely would have on her own - Des just gave off a friendly aura and Autumn liked that a lot about him.
And, honestly - Des had that kind smile. The kind that made Autumn feel good inside when she made him laugh. The kind that made Autumn feel like it was okay to take her barriers down. Autumn felt like Des could understand her and all of her issues, and that everything would be okay. All of that - the barriers falling down, the trust - came rather quickly. It surprised Autumn. Even some of her closest camp friends didn't know about her issues at home. Autumn couldn't help but feel like he also cared. And not the fake, "Oh, how are you doing?" just for the sake of conversation; she felt as though he cared about her even though he just met her. He made her feel safer than she'd ever felt in a while.
Des' laugh broke through her thoughts. "That's actually pretty good," he said between his laughter. Autumn couldn't help but laugh along too, and it felt good. It felt like they were two old friends catching up. Well, at least that's how Autumn felt. "I've always had a thing for the British accent," Autumn grinned and let out another small laugh, just from looking Des in the eye again. Autumn felt lighter already. "I guess we have jumped in a bit deep," Des said, and Autumn quickly replied, "Well then, for the record, I like anything bright colored," she couldn't help but let out another laugh. It was so oddly placed - serious talking about people leaving, then popping in her favorite colors - all over some tea offered to her by a complete stranger. And yet, it felt right.
"They can be a bit hard but with practice, you can get good at them," Des told her. Autumn turned towards, put her hands together, and bowed at Des, "Teach me sensei," Autumn joked as she sat up straight again, "I can't play first person shooter games!" she exclaimed. She had her two hands in front of her, as if she were holding a controller, and began moving her thumbs rapidly, "It's like bang bang bang!" Autumn said while tilting her "controller" left and right, "Bang bang! You get one person down, then boom! Sniped from behind," she let her hands fall to her lap and she grinned at Des.
And as her thoughts drifted to her usual what ifs, Autumn felt a certain sadness take over her body, as she looked down into her lap, her hands clasped together tightly. It was the same sadness that allowed her thoughts to let in all of the things her mother and father said. She was starting to feel worthless again, she could feel her mind slipping down, and down, and down… Then she felt Des' hand on her shoulder; and she felt safe. For a moment, she looked up into his blue eyes, and she knew that he cared. She felt safer than she'd ever had, and she felt like someone was actually there for her. And the thought that everything might be okay, that for once she felt that someone was looking after her, made her tear up.
Just a little.
She looked down, her red hair a curtain, so that Des wouldn't see her almost tears; she couldn't let him see her cry, not yet. And after a moment to let her tears disappear, she reached over with her other hand, and placed her hand on Des' hand on her shoulder. Autumn smiled up at him and squeezed it lightly, "Everything will be okay," she said. She couldn't tell if she was talking to Des or herself. Maybe she was talking to both of them.
Des smiled and shook his head slightly, "It's alright, Autumn. I can ramble too. Although I normally tend to ramble about theater or mythology," Autumn felt curious as soon as he said "mythology". Autumn never really read mythology, and she'd only ever learned a bit of Greek mythology some long time ago in school. Autumn immediately had questions for Des. "What kind of mythology?" she asked, genuinely curious.
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Post by Desmond Tatum Thorton on Nov 6, 2012 1:24:47 GMT -5
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"I've always had a thing for the British accent." Des chuckled and nodded. Autumn seemed happy and that was a good thing. He never liked his friends being sad or upset. "I see." He wasn't freaked out by what she had said. In fact, he had heard it once before. he had heard it from a young American girl in college. "Well then, for the record, I like anything bright colored." He blinked for a bit until it registered within him with what she was saying and why she said it. Then he laughed. "I see. If I had to chose any color I liked more than the others, I would say that I like green more than the others." And it just connected how much he was like Loki from Norse mythology. Perhaps that's why he named his protective yet troublesome other side Loki. He wasn't even too sure anymore. He watched as Autumn put her hands together and bowed in front of him and he laughed happily. He had honestly missed this absolute happiness and freedom. "Teach me sensei. I can't play first person shooter games!" He chuckled and controled himself a bit and nodded.
"Of course I'll teach you. There's no need to worry." he continued to watch her as she pretended to play a video game with the invisible control in her hand. "It's like bang bang bang! Bang bang! You get one person down, then boom! Sniped from behind." He nodded with a small laugh. He could remember playing games with his brother and losing a few times. "Yeah, it can be rather annoying and difficult at times. But if you just take it slow and time your shots, you'll be able to get far in a first person shooter. Without having to camp of course." Then came an amount of silence and Des felt really worried about Autumn. It was odd how absolutely worried he was but he felt as if Autumn was like family. Like the little sister he never had but always wanted. He gave her a sweet and gentle and loving smile, wanting to comfort her and protect her. He felt her hand go onto his and felt her squeeze lightly. And he squeezed back, comforting Autumn. "Everything will be okay." That was a longshot for Des but she still had a chance to be okay.
He honestly wanted to give her a hug and tell her that everything was alright and that he was there for her. He was always gonna be there for her. He felt so connected to her and that hardly happened with people that Des met at first. It always took at least a couple more meetings for him to know but with Autumn, it was almost immediate. "What kind of mythology?" At least she wasn't feeling upset or bothered anymore. That was a really good sign indeed. "I mainly like Norse and Egyptian mythology but I read any mythology really." He took a sip of his tea and took a breath right after. "You know, I haven't felt this free ever since I was little. With everything that's happened to me, I guess I just forgot how to laugh. So thank you, Autumn. Thank you for saving that long gone piece of me." He gave her another gentle smile.
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Post by autumn rachel moreau on Nov 6, 2012 22:35:55 GMT -5
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The only other time Autumn had felt this safe was when she was with her friends. They could pull her mind away from her issues and problems, and everything would seem okay. Just for those few moments. And Autumn found that she could laugh and smile and it was forced. She was truly happy sometimes. And other times? She had to force on a smile because otherwise people would worry. Autumn didn't like it when people worried about her. They couldn't really do anything, could they? Because her father would never go away, and she'd feel guilty if she told someone. Even now, when she was the farthest away from her father - literally separated by death - he still haunted her.
But right now she was here with Des and everything seemed to be okay, just in that moment. Autumn was happy that she'd chosen this coffee shop; she had found Des (or had Des found her?). Having a friend in such an unfamiliar place was better than any cup of tea.
"I see. If I had to chose any color I liked more than the others, I would say that I liked green more than the others." Autumn smiled. Green, huh? "I'll have to remember that," she said. And she would remember that. Because if she ever needed to get him a gift or make him a gift, she'd at least know what color to get it in. Maybe she was thinking too far ahead. Why would she need to get him a gift? Well, maybe to cheer him up. Because if that's what it would take to cheer him up, she'd go and get him something. Autumn just wanted Des to be happy. She didn't know why she felt that strongly about it, she just did. She cared about him more than she'd cared about some of her friends back on Earth. Every time she looked into his eyes, she felt like she saw something sad. And Autumn didn't like that.
"Of course I'll teach you. There's no need to worry." he said with a chuckle. "Yes!" she threw her hands in the air. She smiled. Des was a kind person. "Yeah, it can be rather annoying and difficult at times. But if you just take it slow and time your shots, you'll be able to get far in a first person shooter. Without having to camp of course," Autumn nodded. It maybe silly, but Autumn was taking this rather seriously. Video games was something she'd always wanted to be good at, but she never was. She found that she watched her friends play, rather than play herself. Not that she minded, it was kind of fun to watch her friends yell at the TV.
When Des squeezed her hand, Autumn was certain that he was the person she'd been missing all of her life. Well, most of it, anyway. He actually cared about her, even more than some of her other friends had.
"I mainly like Norse and Egyptian mythology but I read any mythology really," he replied. Autumn nodded and took a mental note that she'd have to take out some books about Norse mythology from the library. Before Autumn could come up with something to say, Des continued on, "You know, I haven't felt this free ever since I was little. With everything that's happened to me, I goes I just forgot how to laugh. So thank you, Autumn. Thank you for saving that long gone piece of me." Des smiled at her.
Autumn sat there for a moment. She let it all sink in. She was at a loss for words. Autumn didn't think that anyone had ever said something so personal. It touched Autumn, because never has anyone ever thanked her for something so… Huge. Autumn didn't know how to explain it. Autumn teared up. And then, not knowing what else to do, she pulled Des into a hug. And she stayed like that, because it felt good.
Everything would be okay.
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Post by Desmond Tatum Thorton on Dec 22, 2012 22:27:03 GMT -5
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With Bambi, it was rather self explanitory. He adored Bambi deeply and loved her with all his heart. She was his one true love and he would never ever let her go. But with Thor, it's rather difficult. They tend to make each other mad more than happy most the time. But Des still loved Thor. He was still the closest friend and most trusted person Des would ever want at his side. No matter the beatings or the arguments or the yelling. He would always need his older brother. That's why it was such hell for him when Thor left. Because a part of Desmond died without his older brother. The happy and carefree child Des had been died the night Thor had left. Des had waited three days without hardly and food or sleep. When everything finally dawned on him that Thor was never coming home again, it was Thor's birthday. Each celebration, whether it be a birthday or an even like Christmas, was never the same. A part of the family was missing without Thor. A part of Des was missing without Thor.
The first few birthdays and christmases were horrible without Thor there. Des felt as if there were no real reason to them anymore. The family was broken. His mum was worried about him and Thor and dad, Dad was drinking and becoming abusive and Des was just sort of there, left to deal with the beatings and the loneliness. He was always putting on a fake smile so that people didn't worry but his heart was deeply broken and it was only starting to slowly mend with Bambi's help. And now he could add Autumn to that list. She was making him feel better and forgetting his pain for the moment. All he was so grateful for that. He let out a chuckle when she threw her hands in the air and had a wide smile on his lips. He was happy to teach her his ways although he wasn't the best at first person shooters. He was alright at it if anything but he'd teach her what he knows. He was glad that he was making her happy though. It always made him feel better when he made someone happy or even just smile.
After Des had admitted that she saved that lost piece of him, there was silence. Had he said something wrong? He was rather confused and a bit nervous as to why she was so quiet. Had he actually managed to drive her away that fast? He really hoped that wasn't the case. He really liked Autumn and he was excited to be her friend. As he continued to watch her, he noticed something. She was tearing up a little bit. He had a look of confusion and sadness but then she pulled Des into a hug. He was surprised at first but he smiled sweetly and hugged her back. "It's all okay, Autumn. It will all be okay." And for the first time in his life, Des actually believed that. He was beginning to believe that things could get better after everything he's been through. And it felt good to believe it now.
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