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eric hollis
hudson williams fc.
24 &. bisexual.
sailing instructor/life guard.
intro + visuals + musings
peter wilder
kj apa fc.
27 &. pansexual.
shop hand at atlantic comics & arcade.
leader of the lost boys.
intro + visuals + musings
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Heading out to the pool wasn’t eir usual morning choice but what was life without variety? Doing the same old same old would only end in that itch of eirs growing and growing and growing. It’d drive anyone mad after a while.Â
“Hey, I know, I’ve surprised myself too. Thought my alarm clock’d lose but that thing’s got quite the spirit, let me tell you,” ey chuckled, taking a seat near the edge of the pool. Were ey in the mood to swim? “Mm, we’ll see where the waters take me today. Might jump in when you least expect it, keep an eye out.”
Ey looked up to the sky above, just bright enough to cover up the stars. Not the moon, though, surprisingly enough. Ey glanced back at Eric. “Couldn’t deny the call of the water, huh? How long have you been here then since you arrived before me.” Pretty impressive how early he must’ve been.Â
Eric glances up from the water at the sound of Mercury’s voice, a smile breaking across his face as he pushes himself up onto the edge of the pool. He sits there for a moment, water dripping from his hair and sleeves, forearms braced behind him as he listens. “Yeah,” he says warmly, amused by the way they frame it. “Some mornings the water wins. Doesn’t matter how many times I tell myself I’ll just do a quick check and leave, it never really works out that way. This morning it was right as the sun was coming up, it was basically still dark outside.”
At Mercury’s teasing warning, he chuckles under his breath. “I’ll keep an eye out,” he says, sincerity threaded through the humor. “Surprises are easier to manage when you expect them a little.” Eric shifts to give them space along the edge, the pool stretching open between them. “You don’t have to decide right away,” he adds gently. “Some days it’s enough just to sit close to the water and listen. Other days…” His smile curves, playfully. “You just need to drive right in.”
If Elinor ever wanted a moment to themself, it had to be either extremely early in the mornings before school, or on a weekend when they weren't completely exhausted. The rec center was a nice reprieve from the chaos of being a teacher, where they could practice a relaxing backstroke and get a shower in early, head to school, then return again in the evening for some community organizing meeting they had planned. Eric was a familiar face, and Elinor was not surprised at all to see him taking advantage of the utilities when no one was around.
"They're not going to reprimand you for a little recreational swimming on the clock?" The teacher joked as they stepped into the cold water and walked in further, dipping their head below the lane lines every few feet. It was a shock to their system, but very necessary to wake up fully at this hour, "I just thought I'd get a few laps in before work, but no judging my form, alright?"
Eric looks up at the sound of their voice, a smile already there before he fully registers who it is. He shifts slightly at the edge of the pool, pushing a towel farther away with his foot like he’s been caught doing something only technically against the rules. “Reprimand me?” he echoes, amused. “Definitely not. I like to think of it as…thorough testing.” His eyes flick to the water, then back to Elinor. “Hard to make sure it’s safe if I don’t jump in myself.”
He watches them wade in, the way they duck under the lane lines, and his expression softens into something familiar and fond. “You picked a good time,” he adds. As they start their laps, he raises his hands in mock surrender. “No judging,” Eric promises easily. “This is a judgment-free zone. Unless you start swimming in circles. Then I reserve the right to be concerned.”
Edmund did not spend much time thinking of England, though he did always miss it distantly in the back of his mind. It was a complicated feeling; to long for the place he had called home for so long, but to also feel a relief at the distance between himself now and himself then. He'd never spoken of that feeling to his family - they were all so tightly knit, it would feel like a betrayal to admit he doesn't always want to go back. Listening to Peter's musings, though, Edmund starts to think maybe it's not such a crime.
He'd met Peter at the comic shop because, yes, Edmund does still keep up with the latest Batman or Red Hood solo series. They'd become quick friends, which was rather surprising considering Ed's not-so great track record with that. Peter had a relaxed air about him though, and found a degree of fun in everything, and that was something Edmund could appreciate.
"When I was a child, my sister Lucy made up this medieval world for us to play in. We had kings and queens, made friends with animals, the lot of it. Outgrew it quite quick, of course. We were only humoring her," Edmund shook his head, leaning against the door of Peter's truck and craning his head up, "But no, I don't believe the stars are speaking to us. The stars are exactly as they've always been, balls of gas in the sky."
Peter snorts at that, the sound more breath than laughter. He turns his head just enough to look at Edmund, eyes looking with interest “Yeah,” he says, easy. “That’s what they tell us. Balls of gas. Big, burning nothing-specials doing their thing way too far away to care.” He lets his gaze drift back upward, tracing an invisible line between stars making up an imaginary shape. "But the stars are so much cooler than that." His mouth quirks, happily.
“But when you’re a kid,” Peter goes on, “they’re never just that. Those are happy places y'know?" He leans his shoulder more fully into the truck, bumping Edmund lightly in friendly way. “Humoring someone like your sister makes you a good brother.” A beat. The closest thing Peter had ever had to sibling were the Lost Boys. His grin returns, softer around the edges. “And hey — Some worlds are only meant to be visited once.” Peter tips his head toward Edmund, eyes slanted but kind. “So tell me,” he says lightly, like it doesn’t matter, “Do you still see that place in your sleep?”
carmine tugged the towel she brought closer to her body. even though it was just eric- hardly a threat- she still felt too open being out in public like this. it was one of the reasons why she tended to stick to the shop so much rather than go out- the walls felt safer in too many ways to describe.
still her granny had been on her case about atleast going out more and finding new hobbies to try. so.
here she was trying.
the young woman had always preferred the early morning hours to the late evening hours. she thought maybe it'd be easier to be out here when no one else was around. well... a lifeguard is a necessary post to take, she thought considering the public venue.
"i'll just dip my toes in for now," carmine made her way forward, sitting on the edge of the water and dipping her toes in. "is it usually this empty at this hour?"
“Dipping your toes counts,” Eric confirms for her, swimming up next to her. “Yeah,” he answers, watching the small ripples her toes make as she dips them into the warm water. “Most people don’t realize how early this place opens. Or they do and decide sleep wins.” A faint smile tugs at his mouth, easy and ammused. “Early mornings belong to the people who want quiet,” he adds. “Or the ones easing themselves into things instead of jumping straight in.”
He rests his hands under his chin, his lower body resubmerged in the water, his feet kicking lightly below. His eyes move briefly to the far end of the pool, then back to her. “I’m glad you came, though. Even if it’s just for a minute.” A pause, thoughtful. “First time here, or just first time this early?”
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her heart felt heavy hearing the words from the other. godscobh was a small town in the middle of nowhere- atleast it felt that way at times. so far removed from the rest of the world, even wendy wondered how it even had a place on this small earth. she supposed the town wasn't the only one who felt as if they didn't have a home.
pulling her coat tighter to repel the evening chill, wendy approached the car slowly. she waited a beat, mayhaps two, to see if peter would take the opening she gave him. if he didn't want any company tonight, all he had to do was say so and she would leave him to the stars.
standing about a foot away from the car, she offered him a gentle smile, her voice soft as to not break whatever tranquility he had immersed himself in. wendy asked, moving her gaze up to the sky. the place she always found more and more out of reach as time passed by. her own eyes moved from constellation to constellation.
"what do you see up there, peter?"
Peter doesn’t answer right away. Rather he watches the way she looks at the sky. She gazed like he did, it was quiet, thoughtful. Her voice was calming to Peter, kind. Something he wasn’t used to. “Depends on the night,” he says finally, voice low, relaxed. His eyes stay fixed upward, tracing shapes that don’t line up to anything sensible. “Sometimes it’s just stars. Dots.”
A moment. His jaw tightens, then eases. “And sometimes,” Peter adds, quieter, “it feels like a map I forgot how to read.” He glances at her then, really looks, the usual mischief dulled into something true. “Like if I stared long enough, I’d remember where I was supposed to go. Or who I was supposed to be before this place decided for me.”
It was almost too honest. Peter felt it, in his heart. “What about you?” He asks softly, tipping his chin back toward the sky. “You could be someone who’s lost something up there...what do you feel when you look at all that space?”
Open Stater
Where: Indoor Pool
The pool is empty in the early hours, water still and blue under the glow of morning light that shines through the large windows. Sunlight isn’t at its peak yet and the air smells faintly of chlorine and something fresh, like it was just cleaned.
Eric sits at the edge with his feet in the water, lifeguard rash guard pulled on over damp skin, stopwatch resting forgotten beside him. He finishes a slow lap, pushes himself up, and drags a hand through his hair before noticing someone nearby. “Oh, hey,” he says quietly, careful not to break the calm. “Didn’t think anyone else would be up this early.”
He glances at his watch, then back at them, expression easy, showing a soft smile. “Pool’s technically open,” he adds, “Just…quiet. You’d be the second one in after me.” Eric gives a chuckle and shifts to give them space, ripples spreading out from his legs across the water. His gaze lingers, kind but attentive. “You’re welcome to join,” Eric offers. “Or just sit. Mornings are the best when they’re slow.”
Open Starter
Where: A Hill Top above Godscobh
The hill sits just outside the brightest stretch of town, where the streetlights dim out with distance and the sky finally darkens. Peter lies back against the hood of his beat up truck, hands folded behind his head, staring up at the stars like they might mean something if he watches long enough.
He hears footsteps before he sees them, but he doesn’t move. He isn’t afraid, never is... plus his trust knife is at his side. “Stars look different from up here,” he says, voice low, thoughtful. “Like they’re closer. Or like they’re trying to remind you of more.” The night murmurs with distant traffic, the ocean far off, the sound of his radio playing behind them, Godscobh breathing below.
“This town’s real good at pretending it’s all there ever was,” Peter continues. “Makes you think you everything is here. Like you might never leave here and that this is the whole story.” And maybe it was. There was a reason he never even thought of leaving. But some days, like today… the possibility felt real. He turns his head slightly, eyes still fixed on the sky.
He shifts his position, sitting up just enough to glance at the other person, knees drawn in, posture loose but attentive. “You ever look at the stars and feel… homesick?” he asks, half-smiling at the absurdity of it with his child-like wonder. “For somewhere you’ve never been. Or maybe somewhere you’ve only seen in your dreams?”
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MEET ERIC HOLLIS!
( hudson williams, cis man, he/him ) Is that ERIC HOLLIS ?? I think they are the 24 year old SAILING INSTRUCTOR AND LIFEGUARD everyone keeps talking about. Everyone says they’re just like PRINCE ERIC from THE LITTLE MERMAID, but it’s probably just because they’re known for being LOYAL and OVERZEALOUS. What they really want is TO LOVE AND BE LOVED WITHOUT EXPECTATION, but do they have the willpower to ask for what they want? Or reach out and take it?
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MEET PETER WILDER!
( kj apa, cis man, he/him ) Is that PETER WILDER ?? I think they are the 27 year old SHOP HAND AT ATLANTIS COMICS & ARCADE everyone keeps talking about. Everyone says they’re just like PETER PAN from PETER PAN, but it’s probably just because they’re known for being FREE-SPIRITED and IMPULSIVE. What they really want is TO LIVE IN PERPETUAL WONDER, but do they have the willpower to ask for what they want? Or reach out and take it?
#ilya will not be winning a single argument 🥺
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