children of the underworld

they’d hardly gotten five minutes into dinner when, ( you guessed it ! ), something business related pilfered nate’s attention, leaving the ashen-skinned boy to his lonesome in the living room with practically untouched takeout lingering on the coffee table. despite futile protests in his head and a desire to save himself from utter disappointment, he still hopes for the other’s early return, but he doesn’t fully expect it. he’s aware that this work-related thing, like all work-related things seem to be when it comes to his boyfriend, this will undoubtedly take precedence over anyone thing else. and it’s not that the little half-ghost isn’t understanding of this !  he’d just hoped that when they planned dinner for tonight, it might, for once, only be about them. nonetheless, time passes and he’s curled up on nathaniel’s couch, sunken eyes fluttered closed, jacket over his torso as a makeshift cover; it’s when he thinks he hears the other male that eyelids part just slightly, squinting as light fills his line of sight. ❛  ‘re ya done ?  ❜  his question’s spoken softly, hints of a southern drawl plaguing spoken words whilst he slowly to props himself up with his elbow in an attempt to dust cobwebs of sleep away. 

@sinfcl.

❛  well, you know, it is a nice painting.  ❜  today’s appointment may have had something to do with a recent fracture in stability; i.e. how surrounding rooms in his home look as if a tornado victimized them due to his latest and greatest breakdown ! clearly he’s well aware of his declining mental health, otherwise he wouldn’t be here. even so he still finds it difficult to admit aloud, to let himself be transparent and let someone know that he’s not all right after all. it’s hard to put words to / discuss how and what he’s feeling among other things, and even a psychologist shouldn’t be subjected to that, right ? small waves of frustration brew within his chest along with general bouts of discomfort and a slither of guilt for taking up this man’s time. ❛  okay, well what’re my options ? starbucks ? a museum ?  ❜  brows quirk, question halfway serious, he truly he wouldn’t mind ditching this for a museum. ❛  um. it was.. an okay day.  took an exam i was only halfway ready for, tried to go over notes for my other class, but i didn’t really get much done there. and i’ve gotta go to my mom’s house tonight —  ❜  he says ‘mom’ with a touch of vexation, and a small shift in tone that quickly reverts.  ❛  that’s pretty much it for me, but has anyone taken the time to ask you about your day ?  ❜   

Eli took a few steps slowly towards the other boy, shrugging his shoulders nonchalantly as if it was perfectly normal for him to be there. One thing he’d gotten better at was getting out of the situations he put himself in. “Just.. taking a walk I guess. What, am I on private property?”

Realizing that the forest was public property and he couldn’t actually be mad at Eli for interrupting him, he decided to stop questioning the male on why he was there. After all, that would only lead him to have to answer the same kind of questions. “No, you’re not. I just thought I was going to be alone here. I guess I’m taking a walk too.”

Diana RESISTED the urge to do her puppy dog look that had worked quite well with Eric in the past, actually SURPRISED when he agreed without her having to do anything. “I mean, don’t call them BOY TOYS– you’re a part of that little club now, aren’t you?” she nudged at him, knowing that she risked him changing her mind with her CHIDING her like this. She let out a laugh as she moved towards him, wrapping her arms around his shoulder as she hugged him slightly before she pulled away, letting out a small laugh. “Thank you, though, E,” she shook her head, looking up into his eyes. “What can I REPAY you with?”

If there was one thing that he learned from always being around his brother’s friends was that Diana was a people person. No matter how much you didn’t like her, and he actually DID, she found a way to rope you into one of her events. “Don’t flatter yourself Diana. You should know that I separate myself from your toys, I’m more of a LIMITED EDITION COLLECTIBLE.” he was actually in the teasing mood, which was weird. He didn’t return the hug fully, just wrapping one arm around her waist before pulling away, but that didn’t mean it meant any less. “Don’t tell anyone that I’m helping you out willingly?” He snickered softly. “The last thing I need is ruining my rep.”

                   a  cringe  is  prominent  as  green  eyes  dart  to  the  other.  ugh ,  the  goddamn  notebook.  how  many  times  had  caroline  put  them  both  through  that  trauma ??  it  always  seemed  like  he  got  the  shit-end  of  the  stick  each  time  she  forced  him  to  watch  it.  lightly  laughing ,  oliver  continued  beside  the  other ,  his  head  tilting  upwards  ever  so  slightly.   ❛  if  i  didn’t  know  any  better ,  i  would’ve  sworn  that  you  wanted  us  to  get  unlucky  tonight ? ❜    an  eyebrow  raises  over  his  left  eye ,  a  warm  grin  on  his  face.  oh ,  how  clueless  he  was  !  walking  alongside  the  brunette  without  even  noticing  the  feelings  the  other  harbored.  oh ,  oliver ,  how  could  you  be  so  stupid  ?  the  eldest  forbes  had  known  the  other  since  they  were  younger.  from  football  games  to  long  nights  with  caroline  ranting  in  their  ears ,  the  two  had  seen  a  multitude  of  ups  &  downs  together.  even  when  oliver  had  hit  his  lowest  after  the  eldest  donovan’s  abrupt  death.  lucas  seemed  to  be  one  of  oliver’s  ride  or  die  &  he  couldn’t  have  asked  for  a  better  person.  if  only  he  could  see ,  see  the  feelings  he  had  for  him.  usually ,  he  was  better  at  this.  picking  out  someone  who  dared  had  the  hots  for  him  in  a  crowd.  but ,  after  vicki’s  death  things  just  hadn’t  felt  the  same  (  as  far  as  he  knew  at  least. ).   ❛  how  about  instead  of  chick  searching  tonight ,  you  just  let  me  kick  your  ass  in  some  pool.  sound  like  a  plan ? ❜ 

                         when they were younger lucas found that he actually liked watching the notebook,  getting lost in its story,  but around the time that high school was ended for him  &&  because of caroline he knew every single quote,  he got tired of it.  thankfully he didn’t live with them and was forced to watch it even after the get-togethers were over.  he slipped both hands into the pockets of his jacket and chewed on his bottom lip.  for as long as he could,  lucas looked away from the blonde and focused on the pavement in front of them,  but he had to respond eventually.  ❛  it’s not that i want us to get unlucky,  but socially speaking only one of us has game here and we have to be realistic about our chances for the night.  especially for the girls in mystic falls.  ❜  what he found out throughout the years was that it was actually easy to keep up the facade,  or at least not admit his feelings,  especially when oliver didn’t even suspect a thing.  that was why he didn’t mind hiding a part of him from the blonde,  keeping at least one thing to himself,  because it meant that they could see be each other’s best friends. each other’s person.  maybe this was how it was supposed to be all along,  familiar and comfortable with nothing potentially awkward getting in between them.  ❛  first of all,  i wouldn’t exactly call it chick searching.  that makes us sound like we’re on some farm.  ❜  he chuckled rather loudly,  hearing it echo through the quiet streets of the town.  ❛  second of all, you won’t be kicking my ass in anything  the last time you won out of pure luck,  but i’m prepared this time.  ❜  he nudged oliver’s side with his elbow,  slipping one hand out of his pocket.

        morgan had a bad habit of pushing through his creative blocks. turning into a reclusive and mad ball of anger, he kept drawing and drawing and tearing up his drawings until he wouldn’t get something decent out of his pencil. “i don’t like to be told what i’m doing or not doing,” he almost hissed at the young man. the fingers against his wrist took him by surprise and he eventually looked down, stopping on his tracks. “boxing? i’d probably end up hitting myself,” he said, trying to joke about his attitude for sports, or lack thereof. “i think i’ll take the massage, hoping your skills are up to the task.”

Eli hadn’t entered the woods with the intention of bothering anyone, but when he’d felt the wind pick up and heard footsteps, his curiosity had compelled him to check it out. When Eric called out he hid behind a tree, cursing under his breath for walking so loudly. Sighing to himself and taking a deep breath, he stepped out from behind his hiding place. “What’s up?” he asked nonchalantly.

At first Eric wouldn’t even have paid attention to the noise, if Eli would have chosen to stay hidden that is. He would have blamed his magic, thinking it was the air that snapped a twig on the ground or that he was hallucinating. When the other made himself known however, the witch was forty times more cautious than before. “What’s up?” he repeated the question with no intention of answering. “What are you doing here?”