a little lonely;

when: march 16th where: milo’s mansion  who: @anseleyman

as much as milo tried to push ansel from his mind over the winter, he seemed to keep returning to their shared days. he tried to pinpoint where everything had gone mwrong, what caused the other to simply drop off the face of the earth. he missed ansel, and that was all there was to it. when his phone buzzed on his nightstand, milo didn’t expect it to be ansel. soon, he found himself inviting his friend over. maybe he didn’t deserve an explanation, but he did miss the man more than he would like to admit. 

he found himself pacing around the living room, wondering what any of this meant. no one ever made him this nervous, but then again, he’d never really been ghosted before. if that’s even what you could call it. tensing at the knock at the door, he went to go let ansel in. “hey,” he said as he opened the door, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips when he saw ansel on his porch. even after all these months, it was nice to see him again. stepping aside so ansel could step in, he tried to think of something, anything to say that didn’t sound accusatory. after all, ansel didn’t owe milo anything, right? “so, uh, what have you been up to?” he finally said, a twinge of sadness in his voice. 

“It’s okay,” Grey says. “I’m sorry I woke you up. I was worried you were sick or dead. I’m glad that you aren’t either.” They wouldn’t really have known what to do with a dead person in the middle of the town square, and the only person good at making people feel better that Grey knows is Hutch and they’ve only ever seen him treat animals or wolves, never humans. “Are you waiting to watch one of the big tvs inside?”

“Oscar’s taking his break in the alley right now, so I think you’re safe for a little while longer.” Nora quirks an eyebrow at the youth sprawled out on the bench. She should have just minded her own business and continued waiting for the theater to open, but that isn’t Nora’s style. Plus, there’s something familiar about the man in front of her. Nora doesn’t know if it’s her mind playing tricks on her or if she’s seen his face before.

“You doing okay out here?”

When: early November  Where: parking lot behind Twilight Cinema Who: @anseleyman·

Milo’s used to the awkward texts by now. He’s used to the town needing a little something to get through the winter; the long, dark season that hangs over Blackrock with such an oppressive force. With everything happening in town, this winter may just be the worst yet. It did surprise him, however, to see a familiar name pop up on the screen. He’d found Ansel on Instagram, years after he moved away. He seemed to have quite the following in his own circles, worlds away from the tiny little town Milo seemed to never be able to escape. It did surprise him, though, to see that he was back in town.

Milo sent his normal meeting place to his old friend; the parking lot behind the movie theater. The managers had to know what he was up to, but no one seemed to care. He sat on the curb, fiddling with his phone as he waited for the other to arrive, one Airpod in his ear. Hearing the footsteps, he turned to see Ansel approaching. “Long time no see, eh?” he said with a smile, nodding his head in a gesture to come join him.

Ansel tries to stay home at night in a foolish attempt to not get himself into any trouble. This is not at all what he was thinking about when he climbed on his bike and made his way over to the Twilight Cinema. A few direct messages through Instagram seemed to give him some sort of purpose for being in town, even if he so badly wanted to go home. Seeing people he knew around usually filled him with dread, but there weren’t many negative memories associated with Milo at all. In fact, quite the opposite. They used to be the best of friends. There wasn’t any dread he could feel as he parked his bike on the side of the theater.

“Long time, no see.” He echoed, with a smile on his face. And maybe there was a bit of fear that creep his way into his bones. He was a completely different person than the last time Milo saw him. It didn’t seem to shock Milo at all though, so he made his way over to sit on the curb. “Not the usual side of the theater I find myself hanging around, y’know.”

“I thought that was you,” Sara replies, smiling down at Ansel from where he lay on the bench. Seeing a movie alone was one thing– Sara finds it rather therapeutic, actually– but sleeping in the lobby of the theater was something else entirely. She stifles a laugh as Ansel sits up and rubs the sleep from his eyes. She hasn’t been his babysitter in over a decade, but she supposes some things– some people– never really change.

“Comfortable?” Sara asks, a curious eyebrow raised. “What’re you doing, sleeping in the movie theater?”

“Always comfortable.” Ansel says, smiling at the sound of a familiar and friendly voice approaching. He’s sure he would be able to recognize Sara from miles away. “Just waitin’ for the next movie to start, got here a little too early.” Where else was he going to bum around anyway? The coffee shop wasn’t exactly his scene and a little too busy during daylight hours. “And this is definitely not the first time I’ve done it.”

“–– Nah, that’s fine; I’m sorry if I startled you,” Declan said, all-too-aware that he looked like fucking Slenderman while traversing the interior of Twilight Cinema – he’d left his wallet behind, and the usher had let him back in. “Thought I’d ask you if you’d seen my wallet. Didn’t realize you were asleep until I was standing right here.” Declan’s brows furrowed together for a brief moment as he studied the other. Why’d he look so familiar… ? 

“.. Sorry, have we met before? Feel like I know you from somewhere.”

Ansel looked over his shoulder, hoping to maybe notice the lost wallet from his unique angle. Sadly there was nothing but presumably stale popcorn and a wet appearance that probably lent itself to spilled soda. “No wallet that I can see.” He says before sitting up and stretching. He feels the all too familiar popping of his back as he lifts his arms up over his head. Hairs on the back of his neck bristled, but he quickly brushed it off and answered the question. “Uh, no. Don’t think so. ‘m sort of new in town.”

ANSEL LEYMAN is a twenty three year old who has found himself back home in Blackrock, Montana. He is a trans man who uses he/him pronouns, and was bitten before winter starter. Transformations as a werewolf are still painful and going it alone leaves him with few avenues to get real answers.

+ earnest, routine oriented, easy going

- oblivious, disorganized, easily deterred

esfp, chaotic neutral.

tw: mentions of drugs, alcohol.