08.02.19. - Not much to see here this month! Just an August Promo and a small Beach Party themed event! And as always, don't forget about our Beta Tests - your feedback is critical to making a modding system that we can all enjoy! Check out the solo beta test here and the volunteer beta test here.
Summer is here, and the heat has come with it! Anrui has fully returned to her typical hot and sticky weather. The pokemon who enjoy the warmth are out in droves, while the ones who preferred the cooler temperatures are finding some shade to relax in. Be warned, though! Just because the temperture is warmer doesn't mean the pokemon are any friendlier...
Welcome to the Anrui Region, where training is illegal. The Anrui Region is a desolate and lonely place, a once bustling region that has lived under the oppression of Team Plasma for many years. Plasma took over and outlawed training of Pokemon. Raids occurred and people and Pokemon alike were killed. Back alley gym matches were held, but people remain terrified to overthrow Plasma. Who will you side with, Plasma? Or The Resistance?
While Xiulan Xia may be new on site, she's carved her way into the spotlight for being a dynamic and well-portrayed character! Shrouded in mystery over the secretive events of her life, she is now painted with conspiracy that seems to follow her wherever she goes - ask her about it, we dare you. Cutthroat and hardened by an intense and passionate drive towards a linear goal, any thread with her is bound to heat up should your character so happen to cross paths with her. We can't wait to see where she goes from here!
"The sketches flew by quickly as Renly searched for the page he was looking for. It was a page with just one sketch, however the empty spaces had been filled in with watercolor paint. The scene depicted two cats - one shiny shinx and one glameow - curled together and napping. "I usually paint with acrylics, but I was testing some new paints my sister got me, and... uh, yea," his voice drifted off, realizing that she probably didn't care about what types of paint he used." - Renly Martell
"Well, obviously not all doors. I did knock on yours though, didn't I? I suppose all doors here are your doors though, so apologies for that one ... My mother wasn't a good teacher, nor an attentive one." - Nova Fuerst
When most people think of birthdays, they think of balloons, gifts, parties, laughter, and cake. However for some people, birthdays are not a day of celebration. The thread put back the stars, starring King Esten and Julian Miller, is not your typical birthday celebration. Instead, this thread takes the birthday theme and artistically turns it on its head, focusing strongly on the loving bond between two friends coming together to make the most of a tough situation.
When those dark eyes met him, the genuine warmth behind their gaze shining through so brightly, Julian couldn't help the meek smile that came to his lips. While immensely uncomfortable from the persistence of getting him to drink, Ryder at least seemed to be a fairly normal person - hell, even a bit charismatic. He made Julian feel comfortable at rates much quicker than most - now if only he would stop asking questions.
"Seems like a good enough reason to me." Ryder chuckled with a shrug, a small burst of air from Julian's nose echoing the sentiments of the man that sat before him. "You seem pretty close with this friend of yours. Have you guys known each other long?" The question caught Julian entirely off guard - otherwise, he would have immediately noticed the fact that his own mirrored question had gone ignore. Ryder pressed the glass to his lips and sipped its contents, giving Julian a moment to collect his thoughts.
His eyes trailed off from the man again, genuine dark chocolate and neon teal seemingly fixated on some random object from behind the bar. He stewed momentarily in the question - he wasn't sure if he would call himself and King pretty close - or, perhaps...? With all they had been through in the short time they had known each other - King being the only person he had ever accepted a drink from, even - it was perhaps... fairly accurate of an assumption to make. His hand tapped frantically on the glass now, until he suddenly stopped and whipped his head towards Ryder in a motion unnaturally energetic for him.
"About 2 months." He began, chuckling nervously. Why did the subject make him so uncomfortable? Even more peculiar - why was he so... eager, to spill about his friend? "He's really down-to-earth - his name is literally King, but of all things he's one of the most humble people I've ever met." Julian explained, a smile lighting up his features. "He saved my ass here once - and you know what? All he wanted in return was some marshmallow popcorn." He punctuated the recollection with a resounding laugh, fleeting before he was distracted once more.
The smell of alcohol encapsulating the inside of the hut and burning his nose with the threats of memories just barely teetering on the edge, Julian took a deep breath and then released it with the dropping of a beat in the bass-heavy song that played from a pair of speakers. "Just relax," he instructed himself, filling his lungs with oxygen the soothed him like water being thrown over embers. "He's alright. You can always just leave."
Yeah... yeah, he could always just leave. At any given point or moment, Julian could simply walk away. The thought brought him immense amounts of comfort as he lowered his shoulders from their heightened position, now silently flexing his fingers rather than tapping. Bringing one leg up to the bar stool he sat on - an extremely good sign, as it would have been deemed by anyone who knew him - he finally felt comfortable with the imagined control over the situation he had gained. As such, a genuine grin was flashed Ryder's way as he met those eyes with his own by his own accord - finally not forced.
Post by RYDER REEVES on Sept 7, 2018 14:55:14 GMT -5
The reaction his question got him was a surprise, and he studied Julian carefully as his eyes drifted off once more. Had he not been picking up on his little idiosyncrasies, Ryder would’ve just assumed that Julian was trying to recall when he’d met this King person. But from what he was beginning to gather about the man, he inferred that there was something deeper he was pondering.
Ryder opened his mouth to rephrase his question and hopefully bring Julian back to the present, but before he could speak Julian’s head whipped towards him with an answer.
The way he spoke about King was another surprise, and Ryder couldn’t help the smile that flicked onto his face at the sight of his enthusiasm. It was almost like he’d managed to flip a switch, like he was suddenly talking to a whole other person. The laugh that came from Julian brightened Ryder’s smile, and he finished off the rest of his drink as the man raved on about his friend.
The alcohol was finally touching the edges of Ryder’s mind, and his body was filled with a type of warmth only liquor could bring. He felt an intoxicating mix of emotions - happy, relaxed, and relieved. Each one amplified by the whiskey and scotch floating in his stomach. He felt at ease seeing Julian soften, from his shoulders to his fingers and even to the look in his eyes when he met Ryder’s gaze.
“King, that’s quite a name,” Ryder laughed. “I would’ve thought it was just a nickname,” he continued as he made eye contact again with the bartender. He pointed at his empty cup then held up his pointer finger, and after a few seconds she came by with a new Charizard and swept away the old one. “But marshmallow popcorn sounds pretty damn good. Don’t think I’ve ever had it though,” he mused as he played with the untouched straw bobbing in his beverage. “Maybe you can make some for me sometime.”
His words were said in jest, and he punctuated this by giving Julian a quick wink. He then took a long sip of his drink, pausing so he could choose his next words carefully. So far he’d found that Julian was more willing to talk when he wasn’t the subject matter. “He sounds like a really great guy. How’d he save you? If you want to say,” he asked, quickly adding the last part so Julian wouldn’t feel obligated to reveal anything he didn’t want Ryder to know.
With precision that suggested experience, Ryder's large hand grasped the remainder of his glass and tipped it back, eagerly downing the firey liquid within. Within moments, Ryder seemed to grow even looser in body tension, suggesting an immense relaxation. The aura was a truly comforting one, and the brunette found himself sighing peacefully through his nose as he grinned at the taller man. "King, that’s quite a name," He confirmed, laughing in unison with Julian, who giggled at the response. "I would’ve thought it was just a nickname," While quiet in nature, he allowed himself to nod in response - a silent confirmation that he would have assumed so as well, if not for Antoinette stating it upon their meeting.
As Ryder turned his focus to the bartender, ushering to his empty glass to silently communicate that he wanted a refill, Julian allowed himself to stare down at his own glass. A small smile still hung on his face as he stared at the ripples of water, bouncing from the center with the deep thump of the bass that spilled from the speakers. While he didn't dare to drink the water within, it sure was mesmerizing to watch, acting as an island of which he could direct his eye contact and focus towards when in need of small breaks.
"But marshmallow popcorn sounds pretty damn good. Don’t think I’ve ever had it though," His voice brought Julian back at once, snapping his head to once again address Ryder. His voice was so soft, something that he had found himself greatly attached to - however, he couldn't help but pick up on the playful twinge it now danced on the tailwind of, carrying it to his ears in a fluttering wisp. His finger twirled around the straw in his glass, and Julian found himself eagerly getting lost in the movement, mesmerizing and predictable, before Ryder managed to grab his attention once more. "Maybe you can make some for me sometime."
Make him some? Julian offered a polite smile and chuckle despite his rampant confusion - how would he make some here on the beach? His eyebrow furrowed in confusion, his eyes met those warm, chocolate ones once more, searching for an answer - however, he had glanced just in time to catch the wink that the man passed him, causing him to slightly stir in his seat and avert his gaze. What... had that been about? Had he only been joking? These things were so confusing. His thumb rolled over his index finger again, brushing the skin in subtle attempt to soothe his sudden re-emerging nerves.
An uncomfortable silence fell upon the two once more, giving the pinstripe-clad man an opportunity to digest the implications of the scenario. This was just like the time his roommates had jokingly told him to do something and then acted shocked when he had, right...? The ripples of his drink once again provided comfort in their soft motion, stirring slightly at Ryder's voice joining the atmosphere, seemingly determined to carry the conversation that he had determined to be heading in the right direction.
"He sounds like a really great guy. How’d he save you? If you want to say," He ushered gently, causing the shorter man to think for a moment. Almost instantly, he reached the conclusion that he would simply... rather not remember it had even happened. However, he had been the one who brought it up towards a man who seemed intent on asking for detail - how had he done that? How had Ryder managed to make him that relaxed and comfortable in such a short amount of time?
Averting his gaze momentarily to file through his memory of the event, trying to pick away at pieces that he was actually willing to reveal for the sake of conversation, it wasn't long until he faced Ryder with a shy smile once more. His tactic would be to reveal as little detail as possible, and simply pray that he wouldn't ask for more - and if he chose to, a lie would certainly suffice to fill in the details. "I was drugged." He began quietly, only a small stirring of anxiousness rippling through him as he recalled the event. "Had just enough time to text him for help. He dropped everything to come find me - practically carried me right to his place and took care of me for the night."
A small chuckle left him at the end of his recollection, warming him to the core as he recalled the unconditionally kind and supportive deed.
Post by RYDER REEVES on Sept 13, 2018 14:59:07 GMT -5
Ryder’s mind was beginning to float in a pleasant sea of intoxication. The edges of his world were blurring a bit; the chatter and music that surrounded them had gradually softened into the background, the lights overhead seemed dimmer, and even the stool he sat on felt like it wasn’t even there. The silence that fell between them after his jest was lost on him, as Ryder was suddenly fixated on Julian’s unique eyes as they met his with more and more confidence.
Julian’s eyes quickly flicked away, though, and Ryder found himself feeling disappointed. While his bionic eye was interesting and certainly something he was tempted to ask about, it was his organic golden-brown eye that had captured him. There was a captivating depth to it, like it had seen things Ryder couldn’t even begin to imagine, as well as a quiet kindness that seemed rarer and rarer the longer this region’s war raged on.
The smaller man turned back quicker than Ryder expected, and he suddenly found himself lost in that eye again. Julian’s answer caught him off guard, though, and for a sharp moment he was snapped out of the haze that had taken over him. Despite his motherly urge to ask a thousand questions, Ryder silently listened as Julian carefully recounted the event, and was relieved when he ended his sentence with a laugh.
Ryder gave Julian a small smile coupled with a quick puff of air from his nose in response. The subject wasn’t something to laugh at, though there must’ve been something about what had happened that allowed the nervous man to laugh it off so easily. He was notably more relaxed than before, and Ryder struggled to keep his curiosity from taking over the conversation.
“Shit,” he breathed, an airy laugh following the word. “Thank god you’re okay,” he said, looking earnestly into Julian’s golden colored eye. “You’re gonna make me start worrying about you and I barely know you.”
Ryder chuckled at his own concern for this man. While he was extremely empathetic by nature, it was peculiar how invested Ryder was in this stranger’s safety. Was it because he seemed so fragile, like he needed to be protected? Ryder shook his head. He wasn’t his responsibility, and he had literally just met him. So why did his chest tighten the way it did when Julian said he had been drugged?
Ryder glanced at the full glass of water that sat on the bar in front of Julian and bit his lip hesitantly. “Is that… why you don’t want a drink?”
With an intense, unrelenting focus, Ryder's dark eyes met Julian's with full attention, causing the cyborg to lightly fidget in his seat. The taller man's eyes were warm and full of depth, a sea of seemingly genuine intention that Julian had found himself immensely comforted by - even coaxing out stories or details that he typically would have not dared to present - however, there was something about the sudden intensity of the focus that made him immensely confused. It was a certain way that Ryder looked at him now.
Perhaps it was simply the alcohol - however, Julian could have sworn that he saw the man's eyes soften at his statement. The way his eyebrows delicately flutter upwards for a brief moment, the way that his eyes reflected the trails of neon pink - all he could do is sit there and ruminate on the subtleties, knowing fully well that they were there, but struggling to decipher what exactly they meant.
"Shit," Ryder exclaimed nearly breathlessly, an exasperated chuckle falling from his mouth in reaction. "Thank god you’re okay," He continued, those coffee brown optics once more falling into Julian's. He offered a shy smile and blinked, unsure of how to process the relief of his safety that Ryder expressed. While he was certain that the man wasn't hell bent on his death - no, not even he was that paranoid - the genuine relief that had seemingly taken his breath away over the safety of someone he had just met struck Julian as puzzling.
"You’re gonna make me start worrying about you and I barely know you." As Ryder chuckled, Julian allowed himself to as well, shyly averting his gaze towards the counter of the bar once more. A bashful shade of pink flushed to his cheeks and nose, flustered from the unexpected appreciation that he somehow couldn't convince himself as being anything less than genuine. His eyes gaze it away - somehow, the man had found himself caring about the cyborg. It was... a strange feeling. One he certainly wasn't used to.
Ryder's warm eyes fell towards the cold glass of water, a piece of their exchange that had acted as a wonderful refuge for eye contact, rather than for its intentions on being consumed. His pearly teeth emerged to hesitantly bite at his lip, seeming to put the pieces together almost instantly to reach a depressing conclusion. Julian's eyes flicked away at once, completely avoiding the area by staring down at the sandy floor of the hut, anticipating the question.
"Is that… why you don’t want a drink?" His voice cautiously coaxed, ushering the smaller man to tense. His shoulders locked as he folded his hands on the counter of the bar, fingers interlocking as he chewed the inside of his lip behind his closed mouth. A million explanations and excuses flew through his mind as he scrambled to conjure a believable lie - one immediately popped into his head, imagining the ways he could explain that he had to get blood work or a surgery done the next morning, banning him from drinking even water.
However... for some reason, he found himself not wanting to lie to Ryder.
His head screamed at him to - commanded him to - and yet against all logic and foresight, he found himself shoving past the voices before they became too convincing. ".....sorry." His voice cracked from the tension as he spoke, crumbling into the air like dried clay in its reluctance. "I-I swear, it's nothing personal - just... i-it's not about you, really. I like you-" He stammered, hurriedly trying to slap a band aid over what he deemed was probably a gasket about to blow up in his face.
Or... perhaps he would be understanding. He had been gentle and kind thus far - maybe... maybe he wouldn't take offense. Julian sighed through his nose in frustration, fingers twisting and tapping against one another as he shifted nervously. "It's just... Anrui, you know?" He swallowed, his throat catching on a nervous, forced laugh. "For all I know, the person who drugged me could have been the bartender." Oh god. He hoped she hadn't heard.
Post by RYDER REEVES on Sept 20, 2018 14:30:57 GMT -5
Ryder studied Julian’s face with glazed eyes. The laughs and conversations that surrounded them were beginning to fade into the background, almost as if Julian’s voice was the only one he could hear in the entire bar. The music seemed softer, the lights much dimmer, and Ryder was certain that Julian’s face was the only thing keeping him from slipping past a buzz.
Normally Ryder would’ve noticed the shift in Julian’s shoulders and the sudden tension in his hands, but in that moment he was completely fixated on the look in Julian’s good eye. He couldn’t place the emotion, but he could tell there was an internal fight with which he was battling. Ryder’s brow furrowed, immediately regretting asking an insensitive question.
The first word out of Julian’s mouth made his eyelids flutter in confusion. The man had absolutely nothing to apologize for, and Ryder opened his mouth to offer an apology of his own. However, Julian continued, stumbling over his words endearingly and reassuring Ryder that whatever he was battling with wasn’t because of him. Even still, Ryder felt a pang of guilt for not being more considerate from the start.
Ryder frowned as Julian then confirmed what he’d feared. Had he not been so persistent, Ryder was sure that the other man would’ve been much less uncomfortable during the entirety of the conversation, and he kicked himself for putting the poor man in such a situation.
His mouth pursed in concern, and the crease between his brows deepened. After a moment, Ryder placed a large, comforting hand on Julian’s back and sighed through his nose. “I can’t even imagine what that feels like,” he said, his hand tightening. He shook his head and moved it to Julian’s shoulder, squeezing it sympathetically. “I’m sorry for bringing it up. That was really insensitive to me.” Ryder cast his eyes ashamedly to his own cup and shook his head. He considered what to say next before he looked at Julian sincerely and withdrew his hand, a small curve replacing his frown. “But… I want thank you for opening up to me,” he added warmly, his smile as genuine as ever.
As he hesitantly shifted his gaze from the glass of water back up at Ryder, his breath held in anticipation, Julian's fingers frantically tapped the glass - however, he was met with a look that expressed pure concern, rather than one of offense. Ryder's dark eyebrows rose and knit together, his eyes glimmering in the glow of neon lights with a soft sympathy. "I can’t even imagine what that feels like," Julian swallowed nervously, allowing his gaze to fall from eye contact to the side of Ryder's muscular shoulder - as such, thankfully, he had seen the touch coming shortly before it landed.
As Ryder's hand rested upon his back, Julian held his breath in a non-animated manner, subtle out of his desire for politeness. He did not flinch or curl away to avoid the touch, somehow trusting that it was from a place of sympathy and comfort - however, his muscles remained locked still, tightening from their rush to protect his skin from the sensation. Touch felt suffocating to the man - entirely too sensitive and heavy, it left whispers on his skin that felt ghostly and maddeningly asymmetrical. While it would go unnoticed by the other man, thanks to the shirt and vest that covered his frame, Julian's skin broke out in goosebumps.
However, it didn't end there. Ryder's hand trailed downwards, causing Julian to subtly shudder under his skin, teeth clenching together behind the concealment that his closed lips offered. "I’m sorry for bringing it up. That was really insensitive to me." When Ryder's hand squeezed sympathetically, it was everything in his power to hold back the deep flinch that instinctively almost coursed through him. He didn't want to be rude - after all, it was obvious that the touch had been from a place of kindheartedness and comfort, and it was unknown to the taller man that the cyborg found any sort of human touch absolutely repulsive.
As such, for the sake of not upsetting Ryder, Julian only offered an awkward smile as he rode out the sensations that now crawled on his skin. "No worries," he responded, a shy gaze gracing his features as he chuckled nervously. The man's dark, emotional eyes fell towards his cup in a manner that reassured the smaller brunette of his well intentions. He subconsciously begged for Ryder to withdraw his hand - and thankfully, the man finally did. A small smile came to his face in time for Julian to breath a small sigh of relief, hoping that it had gone unnoticed by the other man.
"But… I want thank you for opening up to me," He reassured as he turned towards Julian once more, his voice resonating a soft understanding. While what to say in response was entirely lost on the shorter man, all he could do was nod softly. As the bass thumped through the bar, the clanking of glasses and the shouts and whoops of party goers falling in rhythm to the music that spilled from the speakers, Julian found himself drifting once more from the excessive overstimulation. The energy had been tolerable, but the touch had sent him for a loop entirely - it had rattled his expectations and focus, leaving him feeling unable to take the noise that assaulted his ears.
While his original plan had been to stay in one spot and wait for King while socializing in the process, he had not expected quite the intensity of the interaction that had presented itself. However, somehow, mingling with the natives of Anrui had proven to be fulfilling - even if awkwardly so. While the bar had started out relatively quiet, the amount of people that had begun to flood in now and turn the place into a party was his cue that it was time to leave.
However, for the sensitivities and warmth that the taller man had displayed, he was reluctant to end their interaction - perhaps he also had knowledge on the R.O.T. virus that he could share, in a manner similar to how Fawna had. As such, despite how the touch had taken him off guard, his eyes glistened with genuine focus as he turned to Ryder, gesturing towards the door. "Do you- do you perhaps want to go to a place a bit more... private? I can't hear myself think in here." A laugh punctuated his statement, despite how literal his choice of words had been.
Post by RYDER REEVES on Sept 23, 2018 20:24:35 GMT -5
Any indication that Julian was uncomfortable was completely lost on Ryder. His head had begun to swirl, and he responded by finishing the rest of his whiskey-laden drink in one large gulp. His tongue had gradually grown numb to the taste of the liquor, leaving him unaware that the bartender had been more and more generous with each glass she poured.
Ryder’s hand still felt strangely warm after squeezing the other man’s shoulder, and he dragged his fingers across his palm to try and quell the tingling. It was a strange sensation that he couldn’t quite place, and as he tried to figure out what it was, Julian’s voice danced across his ears.
Do you perhaps want to go a place a bit more… private?
Ryder’s eyebrows popped up as his heart thumped against that last word. He’d been in this exact situation more times than he could count, though it was rare that someone managed to catch his attention the way Julian had. Normally, Ryder would turn them down politely or redirect the conversation, but as his eyes swept over Julian he found that he was too drawn to him to pull away. His eyes, his arm, his personality, his story; everything about him was like a puzzle, a mystery, and Ryder’s curiosity was far from satiated.
A charming smile appeared on his face, and Ryder looked at Julian with more intensity than before. “Yeah, let’s get out of here,” he said, his eyes flicking from Julian to the door and back again. Flecks of bright gold danced in the soft dark brown. With a final look to the bartender, she handed Ryder his bill and he signed it with a surprisingly steady hand. He then slid out his seat and gestured toward the exit, his smile confident, flirtatious. “After you.”
WORDS: 302 TAGS:JULIAN MILLER NOTES: i'd be down to time skip here if you are! squirtle egg +1 (14/15)
Post by JULIAN MILLER on Sept 24, 2018 3:19:40 GMT -5
RYDER REEVES ▪ we can let them start walking towards somewhere secluded and have them chat a little along the way!
For reasons unknown to the cyborg, the dark, bushy eyebrows of the man he had allowed himself to become acquainted with rose in shock at the drop of his sentence. For a moment, Julian hesitated - his eyes flickered downwards instinctively, inching away from the reactive expression that he had not been anticipating from Ryder, who had so far shown himself to be a rather composed person. While his head swam in possibilities - the most prominent one being that this was perhaps another case of him using the incorrect tone of voice - Ryder seemed to be studying him.
Julian shrank in his seat, wondering if he had been too intrusive. Perhaps the man was simply too guarded to want to talk about the conspiracies of Anrui - after all, he had barely spoken of himself - yet at the same time, the grin had reappeared on his features. Julian swallowed nervously as a shudder ran through him, his breath held in anticipation - much to his relief, the taller man spoke shortly after, with a burning intensity behind his eyes. What was up with that? "Yeah, let’s get out of here," He said quietly, his eyes shooting a pathway towards the door for Julian's to follow.
He chose to follow, despite the way that the air hung heavy in a way he did not quite understand. He wanted more interviews with the locals about the supposed disease that corrupted the region in political warfare and extremism, and perhaps Ryder's ever-growing state of intoxication could prove itself useful in coaxing out such information as it broke down his typical filter. As he looked back towards the man, he noticed a heavy hand signing a bill in handwriting that could only be described as beautiful. Either that, or he had simply grown too used to King's.
"After you." Ryder had slipped from his seat, egg in tow, and was now flashing him a confident grin. His eyelids lowered in a way that looked relaxed and lazy, yet a piercing intensity behind his gaze betrayed the look in ways that Julian was unable to understand. The inconsistency immediately aroused suspicion in him, but in the pursuit of knowledge on a subject that he had chosen to throw his entire life away for, being uncomfortable seemed like a small price to pay.
Perhaps he should have trusted his gut feeling. Instead, he chalked it up to a very typical amount of paranoia that always buzzed within him, and walked towards the door.
Upon exiting the bar, Julian had found himself pleasantly surprised to see the evening glow that had wrapped itself around Anrui. While the sky had been a pleasant tangerine upon entering the bar, it now resembled a rich blood orange that streaked violently through the sky with its companion of rose pink. A lemon yellow sun had begun to sink behind the shoreline, sending the ripples and waves of water aglow with an intense sparkle that threatened to blind the man, dare he to look in its direction.
So, instead, he allowed his gaze to fixate on Ryder as they walked.
It was upon their walk out of the bar that Julian had truly realized the difference in their height - while he had been expecting the man to be of similar size to King, for some reason seeing it in person and standing so close to him was unnerving. A tight tangle in his gut told him of imminent danger, but he battled it within by convincing himself that he was simply being paranoid. That he was stereotyping. That he was fine, and that Ryder was fine.
Dipping his hands into his pockets as they shuffled along the shoreline, Julian cleared his throat softly. "So..." He began, glancing downwards at the egg that was situated within Ryder's careful grasp. He offered a small smile - however, unlike the ones that he had already given throughout the night, this one came naturally. It was nothing short of absolutely genuine as he reflected upon the shell of the egg. The way that the egg vibrated softly every now and again was comfortingly familiar to the man. "Looks like he's going to hatch soon. Maybe he likes EDM." A soft giggle escaped him at the thought, despite how jokingly it had been presented.
Post by RYDER REEVES on Oct 4, 2018 11:58:33 GMT -5
Though he was aware that the alcohol he’d downed had begun to saturate his senses, it wasn’t until Ryder stood up that he realized just how much of it had soaked in. The world around him seemed unbalanced, and his eyelids fluttered in an attempt to dispel the dizziness that clouded his head. On the outside, however, Ryder kept his composure, and followed Julian out the door with only a slight sway to his step.
As they ambled closer to the ocean, the salty sea air helped to clear Ryder’s head. He was able to keep his footing fairly well, and any words that left his lips were said with an oddly sober clarity. In his mind, though, Ryder fought to organize his thoughts, and he struggled to focus on more than one thing at a time. He chose to once again fixate on Julian, shutting out everything else that surrounded them.
Ryder’s attention shifted down to his hands when Julian acknowledged the egg he was holding, but not before catching a dazzling smile on the shorter man’s face. It was unlike any other he’d seen on him before, and Ryder found that his own lips automatically mirrored that natural curve. The next thing out of Julian’s mouth elicited a deep chuckle from Ryder, and he held up the egg as it thumped against his palms. “Is that right, buddy? Is this your jam?” he joked as he began to move his own body in time with the fading music. “Do you take after your daddy?”
Ryder’s hips began to sway with expert precision, pointedly hitting each beat as his shoulders moved in rhythmic tandem. He was a fairly good dancer, and had excellent control of his body after years of strength training with his father. The liquor coursing through him, though, made each movement more fluid and exaggerated than normal, and in his tipsy state he couldn’t care less about how silly he looked dancing by himself. He shot a sparkling grin towards Julian before he began to bob along to the music in a subtler manner.
“Do you like to dance, Julian?” he asked, an eager twinkle in his eye. To him, dancing was the most intimate thing he could do without taking his clothes off, and he regretted letting the chance to sweep Julian onto the dance floor slip away. The way a person moved spoke volumes about their personality, and Ryder was suddenly dying to see what Julian could do.
WORDS: 414 TAGS:JULIAN MILLER / @mabel NOTES: squirtle egg +1 (15/15) - switching out for alolan cubone egg (0/x)
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