General Appearance: Black hair, blue eyes, really tan as frick because of his father, probably about as tall as Archie, if not just a smidge taller. Probably fairly muscled.
Personality: Outspoken, confident to the point of arrogance, probably a bit of a live-wire in terms of temper.
Special Talents: He’s pretty handy around a boat and has an aptitude with water-type Pokemon. I bet he also plays the piano.
Who they like better: Imogen.
Who they take after more: Definitely Archie.
Personal Head canon: Imogen probably has to swat him across the back of the head when he gets too cocky at the dinner table and all he and Archie do is snicker at each other.
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I'll take your part When darkness comes And pain is all around Like a bridge over troubled water I will lay me down
This time, however, she was going to have to put her foot down. And boy was she going to put her foot down. She nudged the bottles out of the way as she crawled into bed with the man, plucking the joint right from between his lips and putting it out, a mighty scowl settling across her expression. The scowl was quickly replaced with worry when she caught the stricken look in his eyes.
She settled in his lap, legs straddling his. "Archibald Ivan Aogiri." Rarely did she use his name. Very, very rarely. She didn't like using it, not because it was a bad name, but because it felt strange. She'd known him as Archie from day one and... well... It gave her the opportunity to use his full name when he was in trouble. Like that exact moment. It seemed the shock of her using his full name had caught his attention enough for that sad look in his eyes to slide away, just for a moment.
In that moment, his arms wrapped around her and pulled her to him. His face immediately sought out the safety of her neck, nose nudging along her skin until he settled in, his beard tickling her chest. Those big arms of his squeezed her, had her slipping her arms around his neck because that was what he needed. He needed her to slip her fingers through his hair, needed her to hum that little tune he liked so much. It'd startled her when she felt a sudden dampness on her shoulder.
...He was crying. No, no, don't cry-- "Baby, it's okay," she murmured into his ear, frowning when he shook his head and only tightened his grip on her. If he squeezed any tighter, she wouldn't be able to breathe-- "Baby, hey," she mumbled, leaning back and taking the shelter of her neck from him. Immediately, he sought to hide, to deny her eyes access to his face, but her hands cupped his cheeks to hold him still.
She would never tell him not to cry. Telling him not to cry would be telling him to bottle up his emotions. Instead, she pressed her forehead to his, exhaling softly. "It's okay, baby. It's okay. I'm here. I'm here, okay? I'm right here." How she hated the sight of tears rolling down those cheeks. Oh, how she hated the sight of him crying. She hated it because it happened so rarely and it was almost always when he had been drinking just a bit too much.
She had no idea what caused it. All she knew, all she needed to know, was that he was hurting and while she couldn't fix everything, she could at least ease his pain in some form or fashion. She ran her thumbs across his cheeks, wiping away the tears. She knew he didn't want her to see him like that, she knew he didn't want her to look at him with those big blue eyes of hers.
She would continue to look at him, though. Because she accepted that part of him. She accepted the nitty, gritty parts. The parts that weren't shiny, the parts that were riddled with cracks. The parts he thought were broken. Those were the parts she loved the most, the parts that needed her love because he thought he didn't deserve it. Those were her favourite parts. She liked to pick them up, liked to run her hands over them and love them for all she was worth.
"It's okay," she murmured again, breath fanning out across his face as she ran her thumbs along the places of his face again. "I love you." She hadn't expected those words to tumble out of her mouth so easily, so freely. It wasn't as if she'd expected to even tell him yet, but... well, there it was. "I love you, Archibald Ivan Aogiri." He'd gone still, frozen by her words. The tears didn't stop, though. No, they wouldn't for a long time.
But she'd said the words he needed to hear. "I love you." Whatever it was that he needed to hear, she'd say it. "I love you. I love every bit of you. Every part that doesn't shine, that doesn't sparkle. I love every shadow, every demon you think you have to face alone. I love every part of you. Every part of you." There was so much more she wanted to say... He was silent and she took the opportunity to continue.
"You don't have to fight this alone. I won't let you. I love you and... I'll be here for you, no matter what. No matter how much you think you don't deserve it or me or us. I love you. You aren't alone anymore. You haven't been alone since you saved my life. You'll never be alone. Not anymore."
His only reply was tightening his grip on her once more, burrowing his face into her neck. She could only hope that he'd remember in the morning. She was sure he would -- he always did. They shifted together until they were both tucked beneath the covers, his arms still wrapped securely around her waist and his head resting on her chest. She was usually the one that had her head rested upon his chest, but she had no problem with their current position. No, she was more than okay with it.
She sighed softly, taking a breath to start singing for him. It always seemed to calm him down. "Would you dance if I asked you to dance?Would you run and never look back? Would you cry if you saw me crying? And would you save my soul, tonight? Would you tremble if I touched your lips? Would you laugh? Oh please tell me this. Now would you die for the one you loved? Hold me in your arms, tonight... I can be your hero, baby. I can kiss away the pain. I will stand by you forever. You can take my breath away..."
Sycamore had seen and met many people during his career as a Professor. Among those people were good, bad, confused, deranged, an assortment of special people who left an impression on him. Despite him having met so many people there were a few that managed to slip through the cracks and pass his eyes. This person being one of them.
The professor looked up towards the person before him, his hands filled with books files that needed organizing. He was in need of a table but couldn't find an open one anywhere and in his search he almost bypassed someone who was directly in front of him. "Hm, Hello there!"
"A good boy! Hah! Well, if you really want to believe that, go ahead."
"Well I don’t blame you, I’d tap me too!" He guffawed. "Do I really have the nicest muscles? Mm…" In "examining" his muscle tone, he flexed his arms smoothly.
His eyebrows raised at what Harley said next. Well, he certainly was enjoying the attention…but this was a dude…However, he certainly was gorgeous as guys came, Archie reasoned, so perhaps it wouldn’t be so bad…a little flirtation couldn’t hurt, could it?
He grinned at him, watching him flex those muscles. Harley brushed his fingertips along his own soft lips, admiring the little show. "Very charming, darling." He spoke out. "Why, yes~! Coming onto you. Hm? You don't? Well good. I didn't want you to feel uncomfortable. I am a little.. well.. forceful." His fingernails traced along his neck, hiding his fingers under those purple locks.
"So.. Do you wish to go somewhere? How about the piers in Slateport? Or perhaps the beach? I can't really swim but the moon's quite lovely against the water's reflection. I can compliment you more there. Well, of course, we can stay here too. The choice is yours. I'm good with anything!" The man batted his eyelashes while giving off a cute, flirty smile.
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#am i the only one who always reads our boss has gone to jack off on the submarine or#yeah its just me probably#its a lonely time having a mind dirtier than all the ash from mt chimney
In the meantime, Archie lurks from the Lavaridge Hot Springs, spying on the two with his periscope as he sits under the water's surface. He curses at this sight of the "date" and his tears grow plentiful, but he's in water so they are in vain. Suddenly, the feeling of someone giving the naked pirate a impromptu blow job underwater makes the sight before him slightly less awful, but when he looks down and sees it is a frisky old woman, his tears multiply. He lets her finish though.
