i am a wanderer passionately in love with life

character name: Jayesh Acharya

birthdate: December 21, 1990 | 31 | Sagittarius  ☉ Gemini ☾ Aquarius ↑

gender identification: cismale

preferred pronouns: he / him

sexual orientation: bisexual

marital status: single

residential area: Kitsilano

occupation: Reiki Master and clerk at the town’s metaphysical shop

religion: spiritual

tattoo(s): a LOT

piercing(s): 7

two positive traits: Non-Judgemental, Social

two negative traits: Indulgent, Flakey

length of time in Vancouver: birth - 15 years old + 6 months (recently returned)

faceclaim: Avan Jogia

“Stop calling me that.” Nicknames of any sort were reserved for friends or family or both, and Jay didn’t fit any of the those categories anymore. In fact, he was an ex without actually becoming an ex. They never dated, not officially anyway, but there was something between them that hinged on an almost relationship. There were feelings involved, real romantic feelings that were put to bed the moment Daniel realized Jay had ghosted him without a word.

It seemed Jay had started a trend at the ripe age of fifteen, as much of Daniel’s quote - on - quote relationships after that, transpired much the same way. They would start hot and heavy for awhile and then all of a sudden … fizzle down to radio silence. By now, Daniel’s gotten used to it and rarely took offense. Monogamy was not for him anyway. However, it was different with Jay. Unexplainable. Something Daniel himself didn’t want to unpack on one of his favorite holidays, lest the other ruin that for him now, too.

“Thanks,” he retorts, followed by a snort that radiated annoyance and disbelief. It was almost a little insulting to chalk Daniel’s obvious vexation up to hunger as opposed to the truth and what really happened. The truth being that, Jay left him in state of confused limbo. Sure maybe, Dan had no right to be pissed about it. Can you ever truly miss something that was never technically yours to begin with?  Maybe not. But alas …. “But, I think I’ll pass. I should probably work on my failed business ventures if I wanna make my rent. I’m sure there’s someone else around here who would tolerate sharing their caramel apple with you. Good luck.”  @jayesh-acharya​

—

The way Daniel was acting felt entirely out of pocket. Now, Jayesh would admit, he wasn’t the best at picking up on subtle nuisances. Especially when it came to implicating his own behavior. Behavior that, if either of them could actually have a serious conversation about, wasn’t entirely Jay’s fault. For them, hindsight would certainly be twenty-twenty.

“Fine, Daniel. Or would you prefer your name in its entirety, Daniel Fuchs? Or perhaps..” At this point, Jay was just being an asshole. Matching his energy with whatever stick up the ass vibe Daniel had going on. “..Mr. Fuchs? Does that do it for you?”

When Daniel passed on his invitation Jayesh held up his hands in surrender. He realized he’d been right all those years ago to let Daniel go after boarding school. There was no way he cared for him then, if this is how he acted now. Maybe, he even hated him. Jayesh would understand because he hated himself, too. So did his dad, and every other man in his family who saw Jay as the the one who would never measure up. Who would never been all that he was supposed to be but that (foolishly) dared simply to be just who he was.

“If you must go..” He gestured towards a crowd of people up the way. “..you’ve always been free with me.”

Sometimes you could see a wreck about to happen and it didn’t matter how hard you tried to avoid it, it was bound to happen. Matt had shifted right, then left and even spoke up but the guy in shades still slammed into his chest.

A chuckle and then a shake of his head, amused at the reaction. “Maybe once or twice,” he responded. “That would’ve been my grandfather,” Matt nodded, “and he wasn’t nearly as tall.”

It was anyone’s guess where he and Finn got their height from.

“Anyone ever tell you that sunglasses in a dimly lit room does not make for good optics?” / @jayesh-acharya​

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“Maybeeee..” Jay mused as the stars around his vision faded. “Ole grand pops lookin’ out for ya, I see... well, he saw ...long before your time.. and must be a wise man..” Or a damned one, Jayesh thought. For those inclined to hear the fates’ prophecies often wound up on the downside of the sisters. One could not know too much and live; happily that was. 

A chortled laugh caught in Jay’s throat. He patted the taller man on the arm and looked him dead in the eyes. Of course, he had to look up. “People love them man. I mean the glasses... they’re... provocative.” 

Being high was a distant enough memory for her, one she really couldn’t remember most of the time, that she had some trouble following what he was saying.  She was completely certain, at some point in her life, she would’ve responded to any of that with a ‘yeah, man.’

That day was not today.  She wasn’t really sure how to respond as the present version of herself – present in a couple of ways, actually.  She was both physically and mentally aware, staying in the moment a practice she’d taken a long time to embrace.  She could’ve disagreed about when pumpkins started to smell pleasant, for example.

“Well, if I’m a projection, my projected self is enjoying this more than whatever I am projected from is enjoying sitting in a chair or a tank or as a soul on a different plane,” she eventually countered.  “At least here, I can touch a pumpkin or a flower.” 

—

“How do you know?” He interjected. “If you can’t perceive what else is happening to your unprojected self? How do you know this is better? Like.... what if we’re on a bad trip, and real life is paradise... but we’re here, in a hell scape, where...” Bad shit happened to good fucking people. Jayesh quickly realized where his thoughts were going. On a downward spiral of self doubt and misery. He diverted the train with a hard pull from his dab pen.

When he started to cough, he couldn’t stop. He thought sitting up might helped but struggled to get vertical as he gasped for air. It was a pretty dramatic affair, but once he got upright he seemed okay. His dark eyes glowed red in all the parts meant to be white, and his throat screamed, but the bad thoughts were pushed down. 

Hazal taps her fingers against the rim of her glass, glancing over at the brunette sitting on the stool next to her, arching a brow at his words. It’s hard to hold back the curve of her lips forming into a smirk as she lets her eyes lift up towards his. “They call it that for a reason. It’s got sour mix, gin, vodka, tequila, rum with sprite.” She smirks as she leans her arms against the surface, turning her head to the bartender. “We’re going to get two Adios Motherfuckers… on my tab.” She glances over at the man next to her. “You can get the next one,” she raises her hand up towards the side of her head. “Hopefully you didn’t bring your car here tonight.”

—

There were a lot of things in life that Jayesh had done that others might call misguided. He never really took a warning sign as a warning sign, rather, as a challenge to defy what others feared. So, Adios Motherfucker didn’t sound like caution to him, but the start of an adventure. “You know why they call the worm at the bottom of some tequila a worm? Because it is a worm, but I don’t recommend eating it. I mean, you can... but I don’t think I’ve really been right sense..” It was, mostly, unrelated to what Hazal was talking about. Jay’s mind just worked that way, branching off into random subjects based on a hair thin prompt. “Buying me a drink and I don’t even know your name..” A hum resonated in his throat. “..well, I’m Jay and I did drive here tonight, but I know big Rhonda outside will get me home just fine.” Big Rhonda was Jay’s mom’s white range rover. The only vehicle he had to speak of.

The bar was crowded. Jayesh could barely make his way through the throng of people. With every turn he bumped into someone, mumbling a quiet apology, as he continued to push towards the bar. Til, he ran into a familiar face. Older now than the last time he’d seen it in highschool, but still as pretty as he’d remembered. 

“Eva Morales.” His grin swept the length of Jay’s jaw. “The best treat all Halloween.”

She saw the man laying on the ground and was tempted to kick him and make sure he was still alive and able to form a protest, but that didn’t seem the kindest course, to be sure.  She flashed to a potential future moment where she’d just kicked someone who was having a medical issue and immediately decided to keep her toes to herself. 

Good thing, too, because he opened his eyes soon enough.  Had she done that and he was fine, well, it would’ve been difficult to explain at best.  Plus, if she was reading the signs correctly, he wasn’t entirely sober. 

“Hey there,” she echoed at him.  “Just making sure you’re still with us in at least a physical sense.  I assume this gig is not your vibe?” 

—

The act of sitting up was a task Jay could not be bothered to attempt. He carried on conversation, sprawled out amongst the pumpkins. “Are any of us here in a physical sense? You know... we could be projections, right now, and we wouldn’t even know. This could be the straight up Matrix, and how are any of us to know the difference, you know? Which is why I say being is fluid. I am and I am not always and never present.”

A tangent that didn’t stop Jay’s tongue from wagging.

“Do I look like the kind of guy who would call a pumpkin patch his vibe? I mean, no offense to pumpkins but they don’t even smell good unless you cook them. Now flowers? They smell good. And even better, some flowers, you can smoke.”

Which reminded Jayesh..