[BACKDATED :: the things that kept us from one another ]
Characters: Throne/Teddy (
child_proteus ), Want/Billy (
unlostsoul ), Argent/Christopher (
twoninths )
Date/Time: BACKDATED. Late evening of July 31st, after Throne acts a bit of a prat over the journals.
Location: Throne's room. Throne and Argent's place. Section Four.
Rating: PG-13 (for eventual boykissing and Throne's bad language)
Summary: So apparently Throne has unresolved jealousy issues about Want living with Drake. A talk with Argent and a talk with Want and resolution's not far behind.
After a late shift at work, Throne skips dinner and heads straight for his bedroom to wallow; he does this as inconspicuously as he can, moving quietly past Argent’s bedroom and silently hoping he hasn’t made too much noise. Because the last thing he wants right now is a conversation - he’s tired, he’s embarrassed and he’s more than just a little bit angry at himself for behaving like such a dick over the journals towards - out of all possible people - Drake and Want. So Throne pushes himself into this room, leaving his knapsack floating beside the door. Kicks off his shoes, tugs on his bangs, and wishes, just wishes that maybe someway somehow, he can disappear off the face of the ‘Sphere. At least for a couple of hours.
child_proteus ), Want/Billy (
unlostsoul ), Argent/Christopher (
twoninths )
Date/Time: BACKDATED. Late evening of July 31st, after Throne acts a bit of a prat over the journals.
Location: Throne's room. Throne and Argent's place. Section Four.
Rating: PG-13 (for eventual boykissing and Throne's bad language)
Summary: So apparently Throne has unresolved jealousy issues about Want living with Drake. A talk with Argent and a talk with Want and resolution's not far behind.
After a late shift at work, Throne skips dinner and heads straight for his bedroom to wallow; he does this as inconspicuously as he can, moving quietly past Argent’s bedroom and silently hoping he hasn’t made too much noise. Because the last thing he wants right now is a conversation - he’s tired, he’s embarrassed and he’s more than just a little bit angry at himself for behaving like such a dick over the journals towards - out of all possible people - Drake and Want. So Throne pushes himself into this room, leaving his knapsack floating beside the door. Kicks off his shoes, tugs on his bangs, and wishes, just wishes that maybe someway somehow, he can disappear off the face of the ‘Sphere. At least for a couple of hours.