the right one and say, "what kept you so long?"poor_theodoreAugust 19 2009, 16:36:41 UTC
Teddy is happy.
Granted, it's not an absolute happiness (then again, when is it ever), but it's happier than he's felt for what he knows is months but what feels more like years. He's managed to accomplish something today, something that will -- hopefully -- prove helpful in the long run. Admittedly, the prospect of working in a bakery, with people who he doesn't know, is oddly nerve-wracking to a boy that's faced an intergalactic war in the past. But along with that nervousness comes hopefulness as well, the beginning of something that seems like settling. Making a space for himself where before all there was was simply the imprint of somebody else -- the old Teddy.
He flies quickly and surely to Billy's bedroom window. Besides the fountain, it's the only other place in the City that he can find now by heart, and when he gets there, he taps on the glass a little timidly -- even though he knows it's already open. The room doesn't feel like his yet (not helped by the fact that Teddy refuses to live out of it yet), but -- slowly but surely, by degrees -- he's warming to it. Carefully pushing the window open, he peers inside.
the right one and say, "what kept you so long?"repeatshimselfAugust 19 2009, 19:44:15 UTC
It would be a lie to say that he wasn't worried, because he was. It's not that Teddy seems odd, or different, because in any situation Teddy was Teddy. But Billy is worried that Teddy is upset at him, because they're here and because Billy is a worrier at heart. It is, in his opinion, his job to worry about everything, and he's pretty sure that Teddy knows that.
He just wants Teddy to be okay.
He's waiting, then; pacing a little, maybe. He's fidgeting with everything that he owns, which reminds him of when he first started seeing Teddy if only because this was a habit that he had developed then - overarranging, almost obsessively.
He hears Teddy's voice and he moves to the window, hoping that Teddy didn't catch him tucking papers back into the desk. "Yeah, here," he says, opening the window more and moving out of the way to let the blond in.
the right one and say, "what kept you so long?"poor_theodoreAugust 19 2009, 20:04:15 UTC
Teddy smiles when Billy appears in the window, side-sidestepping as he pulls the pane of glass back as if it were a door. Much to his relief, the feeling he gets whenever he looks at Billy hasn't changed at all -- despite however messed up things in this world or the last manage to get. This much, it seems, is constant -- a warm, faintly embarrassing buzz that starts in Teddy's stomach and runs its way up and down all of his limbs until his fingertips itch a little with nervous energy.
He bows his head down as he steps over the windowsill, shrinking (his skin paling) in the processes. The wings behind him fold in and them appear to droop before disappearing completely into the muscles of his back. In his arms he's carrying his shirt (saved from the tear). "Hi there," he says, planting both feet solidly on the ground. His instinct tells him to hug Billy, but he doesn't, just sort of shuffles his feet sort of awkwardly, like their suddenly back on their first date.
the right one and say, "what kept you so long?"repeatshimselfAugust 19 2009, 20:18:15 UTC
Billy doesn't smile very often - at least not if Teddy isn't involved - but he feels one tug slightly when Teddy comes into the room. It's not that Billy is serious or solemn, it's just that the set of his face isn't one that easily lets him smile, or something like that, is what he tells himself.
There's a feeling a bit like warmth, or nervousness, and it's familiar. He watches Teddy shift, like he's watched Teddy shift before, and his smile is a little awkward and a little nervous. He isn't sure why; maybe because Teddy's been having a hard time, but it feels like the beginning all over again. Billy hopes that the feeling goes away, if only because it's Teddy.
"Kate's still gone, dunno where she is but the dog is passed out too," Billy looks around, like there might be someone hiding under the bed or maybe the closet, but as usual, there isn't anyone there. It's almost a form of protection for Billy - as if he's making sure no one will see when he presses his lips to Teddy's in a quick kiss.
He's still, convinced, however, that shirtless Teddy should be illegal. It still makes him vaguely feel like laughing like an idiot. "Hi."
the right one and say, "what kept you so long?"poor_theodoreAugust 19 2009, 21:08:28 UTC
When Billy kisses him short and quick and to the point, Teddy leans forward, after him, as he pulls away. There isn't enough of that lately, he thinks, enough of that closeness, even though -- when he steps back and looks at why -- he realizes that it's mostly his fault. Most of the times it's frustrating, that push and pull that Teddy feels batting back and forth inside of him, like a really crap game of ping pong that just never manages to stop.
He does what he can to keep his eye on the ball, but sometimes he forgets where it's gotten to. One day he wants space, the next he wants normalcy; he wants to grieve and take time and hurry this up and skip to the good part all at the same time.
Right now, he wants more of this -- him and Billy alone in a room. Him with his shirt off and Billy smiling like a moron and undefined amount of time to spend together, in private. Nervously, cautiously, he rocks forward onto his toes and kisses Billy again, before pulling back and clearing his throat.
the right one and say, "what kept you so long?"repeatshimselfAugust 19 2009, 22:27:13 UTC
Billy to an extent understands what's going on in Teddy's head. It must be hard, to be dropped in during the middle of a war. Billy was fortunate enough to have three days after the Invasion to at least process something - even though, if someone were to corner him about it he would have to admit that he isn't really even past the war. It was something that's lodged into his head, something he has to deal with, something that he's held back from Teddy, and now he's not really sure why.
Which isn't to say he'll make them deal with it at this moment. "You're going to have to take me to check out your bakery when it opens," he announces, pulling Teddy into another kiss.
Sure the last time Teddy was around they were sexually active, but this time, Teddy hasn't dealt with that awkward first time, so kissing is comfortable enough. "And meet your boss, and junk." Because at the very least he trusts Teddy to not be working for a crazed supervillain, but he'd still like to get to know Teddy's coworkers. Billy doesn't make friends stupendously easily, and even after a few months in the City he's still stretching those muscles.
Granted, it's not an absolute happiness (then again, when is it ever), but it's happier than he's felt for what he knows is months but what feels more like years. He's managed to accomplish something today, something that will -- hopefully -- prove helpful in the long run. Admittedly, the prospect of working in a bakery, with people who he doesn't know, is oddly nerve-wracking to a boy that's faced an intergalactic war in the past. But along with that nervousness comes hopefulness as well, the beginning of something that seems like settling. Making a space for himself where before all there was was simply the imprint of somebody else -- the old Teddy.
He flies quickly and surely to Billy's bedroom window. Besides the fountain, it's the only other place in the City that he can find now by heart, and when he gets there, he taps on the glass a little timidly -- even though he knows it's already open. The room doesn't feel like his yet (not helped by the fact that Teddy refuses to live out of it yet), but -- slowly but surely, by degrees -- he's warming to it. Carefully pushing the window open, he peers inside.
"...Bill?"
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He just wants Teddy to be okay.
He's waiting, then; pacing a little, maybe. He's fidgeting with everything that he owns, which reminds him of when he first started seeing Teddy if only because this was a habit that he had developed then - overarranging, almost obsessively.
He hears Teddy's voice and he moves to the window, hoping that Teddy didn't catch him tucking papers back into the desk. "Yeah, here," he says, opening the window more and moving out of the way to let the blond in.
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He bows his head down as he steps over the windowsill, shrinking (his skin paling) in the processes. The wings behind him fold in and them appear to droop before disappearing completely into the muscles of his back. In his arms he's carrying his shirt (saved from the tear). "Hi there," he says, planting both feet solidly on the ground. His instinct tells him to hug Billy, but he doesn't, just sort of shuffles his feet sort of awkwardly, like their suddenly back on their first date.
"Coast still clear?"
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There's a feeling a bit like warmth, or nervousness, and it's familiar. He watches Teddy shift, like he's watched Teddy shift before, and his smile is a little awkward and a little nervous. He isn't sure why; maybe because Teddy's been having a hard time, but it feels like the beginning all over again. Billy hopes that the feeling goes away, if only because it's Teddy.
"Kate's still gone, dunno where she is but the dog is passed out too," Billy looks around, like there might be someone hiding under the bed or maybe the closet, but as usual, there isn't anyone there. It's almost a form of protection for Billy - as if he's making sure no one will see when he presses his lips to Teddy's in a quick kiss.
He's still, convinced, however, that shirtless Teddy should be illegal. It still makes him vaguely feel like laughing like an idiot. "Hi."
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He does what he can to keep his eye on the ball, but sometimes he forgets where it's gotten to. One day he wants space, the next he wants normalcy; he wants to grieve and take time and hurry this up and skip to the good part all at the same time.
Right now, he wants more of this -- him and Billy alone in a room. Him with his shirt off and Billy smiling like a moron and undefined amount of time to spend together, in private. Nervously, cautiously, he rocks forward onto his toes and kisses Billy again, before pulling back and clearing his throat.
"So," he says back.
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Which isn't to say he'll make them deal with it at this moment. "You're going to have to take me to check out your bakery when it opens," he announces, pulling Teddy into another kiss.
Sure the last time Teddy was around they were sexually active, but this time, Teddy hasn't dealt with that awkward first time, so kissing is comfortable enough. "And meet your boss, and junk." Because at the very least he trusts Teddy to not be working for a crazed supervillain, but he'd still like to get to know Teddy's coworkers. Billy doesn't make friends stupendously easily, and even after a few months in the City he's still stretching those muscles.
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