#rivsmuses

"Dogs are proof that someone somewhere loves us and wants us to be happy,” Patrick said, letting the dog lick him all over the face. “I should get one,” he said, glancing over at the other male. Patrick pretty much had to stop and pet every single dog that passed by. Their fifteen-minute walk down the street was turning into double that, having stopped twice now. “What do you think, Forbes? Think I can handle a dog?” Patrick couldn’t even take care of himself, but hey--maybe it would work out.

Up went the coin for the umpteenth time, scintillating in the flicker of warm light.  With his glance fixated to the ceiling, green eyes half-lidded and an arm slung over his face, Eoin knew he made for a pitiful sight. He sighed; a barely audible sound. There was no doubt about it now, an hour after being stuck in this local bar, that he had been stood up. He couldn’t even remember when it had happened last. But there was a memory of it – foggy and distant – crammed away in some compartment of his mind. Denying wouldn’t alter the facts, though, and his reality was slowly but surely morphing into the picturesque scene from some romcom. Hubbub in the bar and strings of drunk people aside, Eoin hadn’t missed those glances in his back and the apologetic smile the waitress had offered him when she wandered off to take his second order that evening.

It was hardly a reason to grimace, nor for shame, so Eoin surveyed people sat at tables, eager to find a distraction to compensate for an hour wasted. Not long after, he tilted his head sideways, peering at a solitary figure. Drumming on the tabletop for a beat, he got up, and edged towards the man, wine bottle in hand.

❝  Yknow  I  was  real  happy  I  bumped  into  you  in  the  store, ❞  Rhys  smiles , fingers  wrapping  around  his  beer  bottle.  He  had  been  even  happier  when  they  decided  to  grab  a  few  drinks,  a  chance  to  catch  up  after  being  out  of  touch  for  so  long.  He  wonders  if  they’d  have  ever  spoken  again  if  it  weren’t  for  Rhys  moving  back  home.  As  much  as  he  hated  the  current  situation,  running  into  Jake  had  been  a  blessing.

❝  Wasn’t  sure  if  you’d  still  be  hangin’  around  here  but  ‘m  glad  you  are.  ❞  Maybe  it  was  a  little  selfish  of  him  to  be  glad  that  Jake  was  still  living  here  and  if  it  were,  Rhys  was  fine  with  that.  Jake  had  been  one  of  the  few  people  he  had  been  glad  to  see.  Jake  was  one  of  the  few  good  memories  he  had  of  his  hometown  in  the  first  place.  ❝  What  have  you  been  up  to  ?  ❞

↳  HAWKE GUSHES ; accepting !  @rivsmuses

my opinion on;

character in general:  i  will  honestly  love  to  write  &  develop  things  with  as  many  of  your  characters  as  possible  because  they’re  all  so  goodhow they play them:  you  play  them  all  beautifully,, i  weepthe mun:  my  McRib,  a  beautiful  soul.  has  made  me  cry  with  some  of  his  replies  and  our  plotting  but  holy  shit  man  do  i  adore  this  guy.

do i;

follow them:  to  the  end’s  of  the  earth  &  then  somerp with them:  any  &  every  time  we  get  the  chance  towant to rp with them:  all  the  time  !ship their character with mine:  OH  HELL  YEA,  man,  do  I  love  Rhys  &  Silas  but  I  also  love  every  other  ship  we’ve  developed  in  the  past   are  currently  developing  !

what is my;

overall opinion:  honestly,  you  guys  should  follow  the  heck  out  of  riv.  he’s  an  amazing  person  and  writer.  i  am  absolutely blessed.

↳  RELATIONSHIP STAGES  ; accepting !  @rivsmuses

It’s  the  last  thing  he  expects  Silas  to  ask,  the  words  seemingly  a  sudden  thought,  and  Rhys  doesn’t  know  whether  he’s  been  sitting  on  the  question  for  awhile  now  or  if  the  closeness  of  their  buddies  curled  up  on  the  man’s  couch  prompted  it.  All  he  knows  is  it  makes  him  pause,  abruptly  sitting  up  from  his  comfortable  position  sprawled  out  on  top  of  Silas,  head  resting  on  the  older  man’s  chest  as  fingers  combed  through  his  hair.  

❝  Do  I  love  you  ?  ❞  Rhys  parrots  the  words  as  if  he  hadn’t  quite  heard  him,  blue  eyes  wide  and  long  lashes  fluttering  against  his  cheek  as  he  blinks  in  surprise.  Their  whole  relationship  had  been  a  serious  of  surprises,  a  bit  of  a  whirlwind  romance  as  they  transitioned  from  their  earlier  arrangement,  to  dating,  to  Silas  finalizing  his  divorce  and  them  going  public  with  their  relationship.  

Rhys  hadn’t  thought  much  about  it  in  the  last  few  weeks  since  that  fateful  evening.  He  hadn't  thought  past  how  right  it  felt  to  stand  by  Silas’  side  and  introduce  himself  as  someone  more.  How  right  it  felt  to  say  yes,  they  were  in  a  relationship.  He  can’t  recall  a  moment  in  his  life  where  he  felt  as  safe,  as  loved,  as  he  did  when  he  was  with  Silas.  Now  that  he  had  a  moment  to  think  about  it,  the  realization  hit  him  hard  enough  to  make  a  lump  of  overwhelming  emotion  form  in  his  throat.

↳  HAUNTING OF HILL HOUSE  ; accepting ! @rivsmuses