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Chase Duke
Marcel set a bottle of something next to Chase. Chase drew back, his face afraid and his eyes wild. He was back there. His father, his home, his nightmare of a childhood. He could almost smell the cigarette smoke, and the odor of drink. He tensed and closed his eyes as the imaginary blows landed on him. He wanted to run, but running wouldn’t save him. He wanted to die, but dying wouldn’t save his mother. Chase shuddered, warding off the memories. If Marcel had said anything to him in that moment, he didn’t hear him.
Chase pulled his hood half way down his face and hid his face in his crossed arms on the table. He shuddered again.
“I-I-I s-sorry.” Chase’s voice was muffled by his hoodie. He took in a deep breath. “W-what i-is that?”
I have no idea why Chase had such a violent reaction, he just popped in my brain and told me what he would do, you know? One of those odd moments.
"You need French Toast."
Dante
Dante was caught off guard. His eyebrow momentarily twitched downwards as he scanned Hugo’s face for a motive. He resisted the urge to reach into his pocket.
“Uh, yeah. Thanks,” he said after a short pause.
A short squeak from across the room startled Dante into looking up, but all he saw was an empty stool by the counter and an oddly folded napkin fluttering to the floor. He thought nothing of it.
The group found a table, and Dante sat on the edge next to Calligrapho, facing the door. The waiter came over and began taking orders. As his companions said what they wanted, the waiter kept glancing at him suspiciously. Dante wondered what he had done wrong. He placed his order without thinking about it and the waiter left.
He turned to Sebastian and Hugo who sat across from him. Hugo was smiling. The guy seemed comfortable in almost any situation so far. Sebastian, however, seemed agitated, his blond eyebrows furrowed. The two seemed completely opposite, yet they seemed to act very close. Dante thought back to the word Hugo had used before.
“What’s ward mean?”
(Inky can answer this too, of course)
“Nothing says autumn like slurpin’ apples.” -my uncle
I love your characters so far! They seem really cute and funny.
“Nothing says autumn like slurpin’ apples.” -my uncle
He turned to Sebastian and Hugo who sat across from him. Hugo was smiling. The guy seemed comfortable in almost any situation so far. Sebastian, however, seemed agitated, his blond eyebrows furrowed. The two seemed completely opposite, yet they seemed to act very close. Dante thought back to the word Hugo had used before.
Ugh I just realized how many times I used “seemed” in this paragraph 🤦♀️
“Nothing says autumn like slurpin’ apples.” -my uncle
I have no idea why Chase had such a violent reaction, he just popped in my brain and told me what he would do, you know? One of those odd moments.
Lol it happens. It’s always fun to know a character well.
Marcel
Marcel slowly pulled the bottle back. He noted the kid’s dramatic response, but didn’t say it.
Using a cup already on the table, he poured some of the soda, his soft greenish eyes glowing through the bubbly blue glass. He pushed this to Chase. “Blue raspberry.”
Four students came in and sat down a at a table, three or four seats away. Marcel recognized two of them: Calligripho, the bespectacled boy with a happily analytical air, and Seb from lunch. The other two rang no bells.
Marcel turned back to watch Chase intently. “You don’t need to drink it. Sometimes I don’t like the fizz.”
“Everything is a mountain”
Chase Duke
Chase looked up, seeing the glass.
“You don’t need to drink it. Sometimes I don’t like the fizz.” Fizz? Blue raspberry? Whatever that meant, it didn’t sound like anything wrong. He looked at Marcel, his black eyes turned their natural brilliant green for a few seconds. I’m going to trust you. He took a small sip, unsure whether he liked the type of tingling sensation on his tongue. The flavor was good, but Chase had never had such a thing before. He reached in his front pocket and set a silver coin on the table near Marcel.
“T-thank you.”
"You need French Toast."
Marcel
Marcel smiled at the change in Chase’s eyes, victorious, and let his wings grow up to his own shoulders.
“Cool,” he said, refusing the money with a wave of the hand. Feathers twirled around his wrist in a kaleidoscope of gold and white. “No big deal. I already payed for it.”
“Everything is a mountain”
Chase Duke
Chase put the coin in his pocket again, the side of his mouth twitching. His eyes questioning Marcel.
"You need French Toast."
I’m so proud of Chase rn! I feel like that at some point he’s gonna smile, and he hasn’t smiled in soooooo long! (To a person he smiles at his friends, the creatures, a lot.)
"You need French Toast."
Loops is right, they sound great! Nice sibling dynamic.
Ugh I just realized how many times I used “seemed” in this paragraph 🤦♀️
I only noticed it when you pointed it out XD
Sebastian
“To say he’s my ward, means that I keep an eye on him instead of his parents.” A fake laugh from young Angelo, which only Seb knew the tone of. Less husky. “Which makes sense – I mean obviously his parents can’t watch him here, since it’s a boarding school, right?”
Seb felt himself closing off.
“It’s a bit of a joke between us.”
A glass bowl landed in front of him, filled to the brim with shiny eggnog gelato. He stared sadly at it.
Suddenly his face was no longer his. Which was a good thing, maybe? At least he couldn’t scream at them to shut up.
And…
There went his thoughts…
Like magic.
Poof.
Gone.
Hugo
Hugo was about to continue, but then he saw Seb balancing a spoon on his tongue.
He snapped his mouth shut. Time for a change of subject. “So what do you two intend to study at the school? You both look incredibly smart, I must say.”
That was true, but if asked to elaborate, Hugo would have said Calligripho and Dante looked like opposites. One book-smart, the other street-smart, each navigating the world with different eyes.
I’m so proud of Chase rn! I feel like that at some point he’s gonna smile, and he hasn’t smiled in soooooo long! (To a person he smiles at his friends, the creatures, a lot.)
That’s great! I’ve been trying to appreciate smiles recently, irl, since I just got braces a couple days ago and haven’t been able to move my mouth a lot 🫣🤣
Marcel
“Anyway…” Marcel paused. He was also listening to the four boys across from them, just a little. He crossed his arms. “You have any friends around here? People you can go to if you need help?”
The thought had crossed his mind… if this was another kid in desperate need of protection, then no, superhero work wasn’t going to be easy to drop.
“Everything is a mountain”
Chase Duke
“Ummm…I have friends…” Chase fisted his hand and let it relax. “I protect myself.”
"You need French Toast."
I’ve been trying to appreciate smiles recently, irl, since I just got braces a couple days ago and haven’t been able to move my mouth a lot 🫣🤣
Aww, girl, I’m sorry! Braces are horrible for the first couple days….I’ve had mine for two years.
Lukas&Livia
#Lalbert
Sef&Chase
#HOTTOLINE
LEFSE FOREVER!!!!!! <333That’s great! I’ve been trying to appreciate smiles recently, irl, since I just got braces a couple days ago and haven’t been able to move my mouth a lot 🫣🤣
Oh no, sorry! I’m about to get my braces off in a couple months, so I can relate to what you’re feeling. 😉 😂
Sorry, today’s been so busy so I haven’t gotten time to RP. 😅 I can’t write one today, but I’ll have one sometime tomorrow (afternoon). 🙃
Write what should not be forgotten. — Isabel Allende
Felicity“I don’t know. He probably hasn’t even thought about it.” She paused.
“Actually, he hasn’t even properly asked me yet. He’s a lot like your Calvin like that. You know, trying to be all mysterious.” She wiggled her fingers like some cartoon wizard casting a spell and grinned mockingly.
“Nothing says autumn like slurpin’ apples.” -my uncle
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