READER I BEG-
"Are your ears filled with dirt?" Aristide teased, maintaining eye contact with his companion.
Fantasy · _Qw3rty_
What's he saying?
A harsh curse word followed a tumble within a nearby room. Aristide slowly padded his feet across the small living room to see a mountain of pots and pans being neatly tucked away one by one into a bottom wooden cupboard. The walls were an off eggshell white and the floor a light oak. Dust coated the tops of hight objects and cobwebs hung in corners yet the house was clean enough.
Fantasy · _Qw3rty_
HE CAN, HE IS RIGHT THEN
Tugging on the threadbare shirt, Aristide scuffed the back of his foot against the cold floor and stood awkwardly in the foreign room and cheap clothing.
Fantasy · _Qw3rty_
IN WHAT WAY????
"My name is Aristide, Aristide Triste," the pale boy replied smugly.
Fantasy · _Qw3rty_
"Take me with you," Aristide rushed, eyes wide and trained solely on Harry's.
Fantasy · _Qw3rty_
I'm just expressing my confusion at your hatred of Aristide
"Aristide?"
Fantasy · _Qw3rty_
You're the one psychoanalysing it
"Hey Harry," began Aristide.
Fantasy · _Qw3rty_
I DID, ITS YO MAMA
Aristide did have pyro cards but She always said he was a bit of a pyromaniac and he quite frankly did not want to take part in any arsonist activities any time soon. He would save them just in case.
Fantasy · _Qw3rty_
I shudder at you thinking
Red converse shoes sank within the sludgy floor with silly squelching sounds. He laid a plaid picnic blanket down and plopped his own self down, crossed legs and leaning on his elbows. "What are you doing shouting like a twat in a place where absolutely nobody would hear you?"
Fantasy · _Qw3rty_
HE NEEDS A DRINK OR TWO TO DROWN HIS SORROWS
"Now I sit and ponder and stink and would really love a glass of champagne right now thank-you-very-much so if there is a God out there and he - or she - is listening then PLEASE GIVE ME SOME FUCKING CHAMPAGNE!"
Fantasy · _Qw3rty_
GIRL.
Except he was not a genius: a genius does not live in a fucking card.
Fantasy · _Qw3rty_
HE WAS FEELING A LITTLE QUIRKY LIKE THE POSH BOY HE IS OKAY???
Except he was not a genius: a genius does not live in a fucking card.
Fantasy · _Qw3rty_
?
"Take me with you," Aristide rushed, eyes wide and trained solely on Harry's.
Fantasy · _Qw3rty_
I'm imagining you not attacking Aristide YET HERE WE ARE
"Aristide?"
Fantasy · _Qw3rty_
go write an English essay on it
"Hey Harry," began Aristide.
Fantasy · _Qw3rty_
Harry was not yet formidable though his body was a vessel to a power that flickers wilder than a flame. Over the past few days it was impossible to miss - exhilarating to watch the particles vibrate around him like the blurred heat of a desert. It was almost audible the closer he sat - the fain buzz of a bee when his heart pumped faster and his blood rushed warmer.
Fantasy · _Qw3rty_
bro's magical innit
Harry was not yet formidable though his body was a vessel to a power that flickers wilder than a flame. Over the past few days it was impossible to miss - exhilarating to watch the particles vibrate around him like the blurred heat of a desert. It was almost audible the closer he sat - the fain buzz of a bee when his heart pumped faster and his blood rushed warmer.
Fantasy · _Qw3rty_
YOUR MUM
Aristide did have pyro cards but She always said he was a bit of a pyromaniac and he quite frankly did not want to take part in any arsonist activities any time soon. He would save them just in case.
Fantasy · _Qw3rty_
I shudder at your comments
Red converse shoes sank within the sludgy floor with silly squelching sounds. He laid a plaid picnic blanket down and plopped his own self down, crossed legs and leaning on his elbows. "What are you doing shouting like a twat in a place where absolutely nobody would hear you?"
Fantasy · _Qw3rty_
...could at least do 10 bro
"Why should you not?" Aristide retorted defensively.
Vivire Est Mori
Fantasy · _Qw3rty_