#berter

On his way out from the Blue Oven Bakery, Terence decided he needed a little pick-me-up. After all, he had to make his way to Pixie’s afterwards, and a Little time to himself didn’t sound like too bad an idea at the time.

So, the sparrow man made his way to the nearest coffee shop, which happened to be pretty close, too. He pushed the door open and was surprised to find a line, but he decided to stay. In any case, his shift at Pixie’s didn’t start until in about five hours, so he had the time to kill.

The blond stood obediently in line and looked around, humming under his breath. As one person left the service counter, the line moved along, and his eyes fell upon the back of the head of hte person in front of him. It was actually pretty familiar. Could it be…?

“Berlioz?” he almost whispered, uncertain of the other’s identity. It was a familiar head of hair, though. “Hey!” he added, before patting his hsoulder softly. Oh boy, he hoped it wasn’t some confusión. Although, now that he thought about it, would he even want to say hello to him? I mean, they were on good terms now, right…?

dammit

Berlioz

Fcuk okhere we go

·        Backin the day Terence was pretty in love with Ber (or maybe their relationship orsomething) but nowadays he realized that it might not have lasted long anyway.

·        Beris probably the one who makes the most efforts to get to being friends againand Ter somewhat avoids it.

·        Terencecan still not look at Simba straight without wanting to break something, but it’smore about that time they argued over Ber than about them being together

Ter: Hey Ber!!! Good morning or good afternoon or good night.

@terencexsparrowman

It was not Berlioz’s first day back at Pixie. But it was his first shift working with Terence. 

And he was just fine, okay? 

Never mind the fact that Ter was technically his ex, never mind the fact that Ber had cheated on him (a fact Terence still didn’t know), and never mind the fact that Berlioz and Terence hadn’t had a real conversation since.. erm... the pie festival? In April? Whenever Berlioz had come in to see Simba during his shifts and Ter had also been working, the two had done an excellent job avoiding each other in basically every way possible-- no eye contact even. Berlioz was hyperaware, ‘course, whenever Terence was around. He could feel Terence’s hatred for him like it was stitched into his skin. All he wanted to do was try to make it better, to fix it, to beg Terence not to hate him, to be his mate, but he never actually did that. Terence had been clear that he needed time and though it had been somethin’ like six months now, the sparrow man had also made no effort to restore contact between ‘em. So Berlioz squirmed silently, sweat in his well-deserved guilt, and accepted it as punishment. This was just gonna be his lot in life: being hated by the nicest person in the entire world. 

So yeah-- this could be an awkward situation, but Berlioz was fine with it, just fine, not nervous at all, ‘cuz he was doin’ this for Tink, his best mate, and he figured the shift would be busy anyway and they could just continue to ignore each other into eternity, and Berlioz could shove down all his discomfort and nervousness and blow through a whole bowl of weed before comin’ here so he was chill as fuck, instead of prone to nervous sweats and a breakdown in the backroom when given Terence’s cold shoulder. 

Thus, Berlioz arrived for the opening shift very high, and he slunk in through the back to put his shit in his locker. When he got there, the backroom was empty and quiet, no Ter in sight. Berlioz swallowed and let his shoulders slump a little before he beelined to the locker and shed his jacket to toss it in there, followed by his wallet and keys. 

@terencexsparrowman

Berlioz did not want to do this. His entire body was revolting against the idea--stomach roiling, palms sweaty, his heart basically vibrating in his chest. He felt light-heated--near faint--he hoped he would faint. 

And so, so, so guilty. 

He’d texted Terence about meeting up in the park in town, figuring a neutral zone was probably best. Didn’t want to go to Terence’s place, couldn’t have Terence come to him. He thought about the Deer, but figured they’d have to get a drink, and what he needed to say--what he had to get himself to say--wasn’t gonna span the length of a drink. So, park. He sat on a bench, head ducked, staring at his phone, trying not to think about how round two and a half weeks ago, Terence had built him a magic picnic right near the fountain and Ber had to go and ruin it all, because, well, he was Ber. Awful. Irresponsible. He really really didn’t want to do this. He hated himself.

For a brief angry moment, he hated Simba too and wished he’d never met him. 

Then he wished he never met Terence. 

Then he wished he wasn’t gay at all. Then he wished he wasn’t himself. He wanted to be an entirely different person.

@ber-bonfamille

Picnic basket? Check. Cool picnic mantle-rug thing? Check! Everything was going according to plan, and Terence didn't think things could be going any better. He had worked a lot on this thing, because it was his very first Valentine's Day out of the family home and he intended to make it memorable.

The blond sparrow man stood in the small park he'd kissed Berlioz in for the first time. The tiny fountain was running, like always, and there was nobody around. Even if he never explicitly told him, Terence had always gotten the feeling that Berlioz found it hard to get comfortable around other people. Sometimes, even around Terence, so he assumed it'd be better to go somewhere nobody would bother them.

The neatly trimmed grass and well-kept trees gave off the obvious feeling that it was part of a high-profile area of town, and it was close enough to Berlioz' residence to make Terence feel safe about telling him to go there after the sun goes down.

The neat picnic blanket had been spread on the ground by the fountain, and the basket, as well as a pair of glasses and a few cushions and several pillows he'd brought from his own bed made up the rest of the fairy man's set up. He was quite proud of how it looked. Particularly thanks to the help of the fireflies that wandered around them, even if it was winter. He had to call in some favors for that, but it was definitely worth it, because at first he'd pictured the whole lpace would look beautiful like that, and he liked to think he was right.

As for the man himself, Terence wasn't dressing elegantly, or anything like that. Well, sort of. He was trying out this new thing he found at a store the other day, and was wearing a t-shirt underneath a warm vest, which help him keep warm even if his arms were technically exposed, and he had brushed his hair in a somewhat messy style.