kā sauc, tā atskan.

i won’t be deleting this blog bc im sentimental and put a lot of time and effort into this canon-divergent-turned-oc -- i started this blog on christmas day almost 7(!!) years ago (12/25/13) now -- but i also wont be active anymore either. i am open to still rping oskars & agnese w/ select mutuals over discord! 

you can also find me on my personal @dandywilde !

it’s been real, gang. hope everyone is healthy and staying safe. <3

Make that two beers, thank you.

“That’s way worse. Cruel!” Vincenzo cries out, hand coming down hard on Oskars’ shoulder- and squeezing while he pouts!

Speaking of decency. It’s almost indecent, how Vin brings his fingers down his arm, while jotting down a few notes in his mind.

One, although lanky, and slender, Oskars is not completely devoid of muscle; two, his laughter is contagious, pulling a chuckle from him in return, even if he’s trying to keep his cool guy composure; three, Jesus, God, fuck, this might be the beginning of a thing for him. It just feels different. Not ‘beer goggles’ different. But…

“At least have the decency to do it out of earshot, that I might not hear it.”

Two beers are eventually placed in front of them in a not-quite-timely fashion, but Oskars doesn’t notice, finding himself too distracted by Vincenzo and his presence.

The casual touch takes him aback a bit, and after a moment’s consideration he realizes this is probably the first time he’s been touched by someone that wasn’t his sister (or his cat, for that matter) in some months. He’s not quite sure how to process this information, and as he feels Vincenzo’s fingers brushing down his arm it’s as if the temperature of the room has spiked. 

God, it’s absurd, getting riled up over a simple touch. He decides to write it off as a side effect of the drinks under his belt -- despite the part of him that knows that it’s not the alcohol. 

hey y’all, i’m conducting a survey for my senior research seminar on substance use in LGBTQ college students. anyone who is LGBTQ and currently a student (undergrad or grad!) is eligible, even if you’re as straightedge as they come! any shares would also be appreciated, as the more respondents, the better! 

“You’re right, you’re right. You’re less playful, more of the teasing type.” Vin tucks a curl behind his ear, winking most unfortunately, as he is prepared to make this his last memory of the night. “Cincin, bello.”

The first shot may not have killed him but it sure did fucking remind him that he hasn’t had anything strong to drink in a long ass time. God, he swears he just sprouted another chest hair, and he’s been trimming, damn it.

“Okay. So maybe I won’t be catching up to you. But at least you can make fun of me when I pass out?” He laughs into the shot glass, hand flat against his chest, “But I want to imagine that you wouldn’t do that to me.”

“I do love to tease,” he replies, only a touch of irony in his tone. He downs the shot like it’s water, his face unflinching at the familiar burn in his throat.

The look on Vincenzo’s face as he takes the shot elicits a laugh from deep in his chest, harder than he’s laughed in some time. Suffice it to say he hasn’t been laughing much at all lately, but the smile on his face is genuine and bright when he finally calms down enough to speak.

Chinchín. [You don’t have to tell him to drink twice, or...at all ....................he just does it,] As long as there’s a well, there’s a way. I think that’s the saying, but I can’t care too much about [vague hand gesture that means English except ... only in this context, jeje].

I think my issue is that there aren’t enough cats in the mountains. Not ones that will let me pet them... [And now he is thinking about his cat, sinking further into his seat, manspread in action] I could just bring a few with me, I suppose, but I don’t think they would like the drive from the capital to my [cottage] other home.

[Downing the shot of whiskey, he sets the shotglass back down on the table with a resolute thunk. He nods, his lips curling into an amused smile, waves his hand dismissively as if to say, who gives a fuck?]