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I GOT ACCEPTED INTO THE UNI I WANTED TO GO TO!! AHHHHHH :D
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As light broke though the dull clouded sky, the soft hum of Christmas carols could be heard throughout the apartment. Although the boys were trying their best to be respectful with allowing Savage her sleep, the excitement radiating off Crimson and Greed couldn’t be held behind the spare bedrooms door. As it hit a respectful hour, the carols got louder and so did the singing. Breakfast started to be made in a rush while water boiled for the tea. Today was the day the two had been waiting a year for.
A soft knocking could be heard from the other side of Savages door. “Sav? You awake?” Greed said, trying to contain his excitement for the day. “Breakfast is ready! We’ll open presents and stuff once Tech gets home, but yeah! Come over whenever you’re ready!” He let out a happy chuckle, “Merry Christmas!”
Despite all the sound in the house, Sav barely stirred until Greed knocked. She’d been sleeping deeply during her stay with the boys. it took her a moment to register what was going on, but at the mention of breakfast and presents she quickly woke up. “Coming!” she replied loudly, scrambling out of bed and quickly going through a bag of her personal things that Greed had helped her retrieve from home.
“Shit, shit, shit,” she mumbled, trying to hurry. Throwing clothes aside until she had what she was after. Quickly changing, she put on a red dress she had brought just for this occasion, giving it a quick look-over before deciding it was good enough. Then without stopping, she began to tie up her hair up as she headed for the bedroom door.
“Merry Christmas!” she repeated excitedly to Greed once she finally opened the door, some of her hair still falling across her face despite her rushed effort to put it up. “Sorry to make you wait, I’m ready now.” She smiled, feeling a little self-conscious being in a dress. Then with a slight bounce in her step she walked with Greed to go meet up with Crimson.
As Savage opened the door, Greed was taken back. "Wow..." She looked amazing. "If I knew breakfast would be so formal, I would have worn something a little better." Supporting his usual jeans, and haircut with the exception of a questionable Christmas sweater with the quote, "All I want for Christmas is You" plastered across the front. He smiled, "Let's go!" They continued to the kitchen to meet Crimson sitting in front of a breakfast feast. At least his hair was done as perusal. Along with his hair was his usual jeans, but like Greed, there was a Christmas sweater in his attire. Although his had, "I'm dreaming of a White Christmas" on the front. “What the fuck took you two? The food was starting to get cold.” Greed sat down, Savage following after. Greed smiled wide as he looked over the food. “Should we wait for Tech?”
“No. He left a note on my door saying that he’d be back about half way through breakfast, so everyone should start.”
Crim smiled slyly, “Alright then~” With one swift movement, his plate was filled with various portions from the plates in front of the three. Greed followed soon after, taking his time, unlike Crimson he wasn’t as hungry. Smiling at Savage, he said, “Have as much as you like, there’s plenty more where this came from!”
@clouded-city As light broke though the dull clouded sky, the soft hum of Christmas carols could be heard throughout the apartment. Although the boys were trying their best to be respectful with allowing Savage her sleep, the excitement radiating off Crimson and Greed couldn't be held behind the spare bedrooms door. As it hit a respectful hour, the carols got louder and so did the singing. Breakfast started to be made in a rush while water boiled for the tea. Today was the day the two had been waiting a year for. A soft knocking could be heard from the other side of Savages door. "Sav? You awake?" Greed said, trying to contain his excitement for the day. "Breakfast is ready! We'll open presents and stuff once Tech gets home, but yeah! Come over whenever you're ready!" He let out a happy chuckle, "Merry Christmas!"
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She smiled at their happiness, but was taken aback by Crimson’s scorn. She was confused at first but then smirked slightly, “who said I was talking about you specifically? And if anyone’s the asshat, it’s the two fucking dorks who woke me up!” She was only stirring him of course, she didn’t actually think badly of their singing or being woken up.
She walked over lazily to check out what Crimson was cooking, watching him cook before looking up at Greed with a smile. “Good morning,” she replied cheerfully, “surprisingly, I did.” She tried to ignore her memory of the previous night’s stressful events.
When the two laughed at her reaction to the whole Christmas question, she blushed slightly from embarrassment, “oh.” She heard Tech enter the room and turned to look at him as he spoke; he looked exhausted. “I shouldn’t be surprised I guess,” she replied to Tech, a little less enthusiastic then before since she was more distracted by Tech’s overall demeanor. “I should know when Christmas is but I, well, I don’t have anyone to celebrate it with, or at least I didn’t. So I haven’t really thought a lot about it this year.”
She stopped speaking and noted Greed’s expression and tone when he then spoke to Tech, and was surprised by the glove Tech pulled out. She glanced at Greed, hoping for answers, but he seemed focused on Tech so didn’t seem to notice. So she decisively stayed silent until Tech eventually left the room.
It was awkward for a moment, like a heaviness had entered the room. Soo nthe kettle began to screech, she gave it a blank, distracted glance before facing Greed again, “oh, uh, some pancakes and bacon sound good.” She hesitated and then finally asked, “what was that stuff on Tech’s glove? Is he okay?”
Crim looked back, annoyed, “I fucked up my voice, so now I sound like a fucking banshee.” “It’ll heal.” “It betta.” Greed left out a soft chuckle at her asshat comment. “Well it is the most wonderful time of the year, so how can you even stay sleeping!”
“So what would you like for Breakfast.” Greed tried to obviously change the mood of the room. Smiling softly at her answer with a nod, he went to the fridge on a quest for some more bacon, but as her next questions came, his Christmas huff faded to none. Crimson stayed silent as he moved his bacon back to the heat, as Greed awkwardly looked in the fridge, almost searching for an acceptable answer that wouldn’t feel like cheating Savage on information, but also would be tolerated by Tech. Perking up a little when extra bacon was sighted, he turned with sighed, giving the packet to Crimson before walking to the table to sit. He motioned Savage over to sit with him, gently but uneasily. As soon as she was next to him, he sighed. “Well… ahhhh…” Moving a hand to his neck, be paused, pushing some hair out of his face and behind his ear with the other hand. “You know, um… w-w-well… you see…” He sighed, “It’s a little too early to talk about this, but… ahhh… you know how…. Remember how our eyes turn black sometimes? Like the white parts of our eyes, and everything starts to get really serious and creepy when it happens. Well… That can be really hard to control sometimes due to- ahhh… I d-d-don’t know if you would remember this either…” He paused, letting out a large sigh, “Well, remember our ‘in mind experiences’? It’s ok if you don’t. Crimsons’ was a empty place filled with mist, mine was a endless corridor of doors, locked and unlocked. Well Techs…. his is a little bit more complicated.”
Crimson scoffed from the stove, “A little?”
“Ok fine. A lot, and because of this it’s a lot harder to c-control.” He paused, looking away for a moment as he lowered his arm, before returning his gaze to Savage. “And sometimes, if you’re unable to control it, it… ahhh…”
“It leaks.” Tech reentered the room, looking the same as he had left, but his arms lay beside him, both covered in their usual glove protection. “You have seen it happen to both Crimson and Greed at various times, if records are correct.” He moved over to the bench, picking up his plated omelette and some cutlery before taking a seat opposite to the pair. Keeping most of his face hidden still, he continued, “Although, those instances only occurred when they lost control. As per usual, my symptoms and diagnosis is some what different from the other two.” He paused, looking down at his omelette, before quietly muttering, “A much more serious strain,” to himself. With a moment of silence, Tech moved back up to look at the two with a soft smile, “Now, I think it would be terribly rude of myself to let this delicious meal go to waste, now wouldn’t it.” Smiling softly, he begun his pleasant breakfast in silence.
Sav chuckled at their bantering, before rolling her eyes at Greed, but with a smile. “Well obviously I couldn’t. Besides it’s easy for you to say that, you and Crimson had cozy nights sleep last night from what I saw.” She gave cheeky smile.
She gave Crimson some space to let him finish his pancakes, following Greed instead to help with breakfast. “Just not too much, my metabolism isn’t as good as the rest of you.” She waited for Greed to answer her question, though he seemed very put off by it. When he went and sat at the table, and Sav curiously followed and sat with him. Listening as he finally began to explain.
At his words, she thought to herself, trying to remember what Greed was referring to. “I think so… Crimson, he transformed once, and …” She faltered, “it was very, uh, intense … scary even… ” She felt bad for saying it, but it was true. The three boys were far more powerful then she was, or anyone she’d ever met, and she was sure she’d only seen a glimpse of what they were capable of.
She silently waited for Greed to continue, but at the mention of their mind space she was soon blushing, “r-right, the rooms with the dreams…” She couldn’t remember everything that had happened, but one memory did stand out from the rest. And damn it, this was not the right time to be thinking of that.
She tried to keep a straight face, but avoided Greed’s immediate gaze. “Right,” she said quietly, trying hard to focus on what she was being told before being distracted by Tech’s voice. She looked over to him and nodded, before realizing he wasn’t looking as he made his breakfast, “y-yes, I do remember some of it.” She watched him anxiously, he wasn’t mad was he? They were talking behind his back after all and, well… she still felt uneasy around him. “So, it’s bad right? Will you be okay though?“ She hesitated, thinking back to his words the previous night about them being friends. “And you know i-if there’s anything I can do t-to help you…” She went quiet, not really sure how to finish that sentence; could she help? She looked down in her lap, then back at Tech as he spoke, surprised by his smile. “Sure,” she replied quietly.
Tech paused for a moment at Savages question, looking up at her with his mouth full and half in a chew. Placing his knife down, he pulled back his hood with his right hand while also pushing back his hair slightly. Almost the entire left side of his face was blacker than black. Half his eye, most of his cheek, neck and temple were covered, while his ear and what could be seen of his left shoulder and collar bone and were completely covered. The line between skin and darkness was faded, as if it was slowly consuming the pale white flesh. But if one was to pay close attention to its direction, it was moving back towards Techs hidden arm at a very steady and extremely slow rate. His blue eyes shone ever so slightly through his prescription lenses. Tech kept his gaze on her so she could actually register what she was looking at before pulling the hood back over his head. Swallowing, he paused, “The three of us will never be ‘ok’, although, as Greed explained just now, it is containable under the right circumstances.” Picking up his knife once more, he looked to Greed who had moved near Crimson to start on Savages breakfast. As if they were telling each other something without actually saying anything. Moving his focus back on his breakfast, he started eating once more. Speaking between mouthfuls. “Do not worry yourself about what you just saw. It will disappear within an hour or so.” Tech paused at her next comment, looking her dead in the eyes, “Not to afflict any sort of offence, but I believe there is almost nothing that you can do to help other than stay away from me when I tell you to. No matter the consequence, stay as far away from me as you possibly can.”
Returning to his meal in silence, Greed walked over with a fresh plate of pancakes and bacon for Savage. Placing down a bottle of syrup and a cup of tea for both her and Tech with a smile. “Here you go! I hope it’s alright.” Greed paused, thinking over something before finally realising something, “Hey! Ahhh... Sav, you know how Christmas is like in two days. I was wondering if you wanted to share it with us? You know, I’m not sure if you have any plans, but if you do that’s cool. Though if you don’t, that offer is always up. A-A-And if you wanted to stay over until then, I could portal over to your place and you could get some clothes or something. If that’s cool with you Tech?” Tech nodded softly as he ate, “Great! So what do you say? Wanna spend Christmas with us?”
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She smiled at their happiness, but was taken aback by Crimson’s scorn. She was confused at first but then smirked slightly, “who said I was talking about you specifically? And if anyone’s the asshat, it’s the two fucking dorks who woke me up!” She was only stirring him of course, she didn’t actually think badly of their singing or being woken up.
She walked over lazily to check out what Crimson was cooking, watching him cook before looking up at Greed with a smile. “Good morning,” she replied cheerfully, “surprisingly, I did.” She tried to ignore her memory of the previous night’s stressful events.
When the two laughed at her reaction to the whole Christmas question, she blushed slightly from embarrassment, “oh.” She heard Tech enter the room and turned to look at him as he spoke; he looked exhausted. “I shouldn’t be surprised I guess,” she replied to Tech, a little less enthusiastic then before since she was more distracted by Tech’s overall demeanor. “I should know when Christmas is but I, well, I don’t have anyone to celebrate it with, or at least I didn’t. So I haven’t really thought a lot about it this year.”
She stopped speaking and noted Greed’s expression and tone when he then spoke to Tech, and was surprised by the glove Tech pulled out. She glanced at Greed, hoping for answers, but he seemed focused on Tech so didn’t seem to notice. So she decisively stayed silent until Tech eventually left the room.
It was awkward for a moment, like a heaviness had entered the room. Soo nthe kettle began to screech, she gave it a blank, distracted glance before facing Greed again, “oh, uh, some pancakes and bacon sound good.” She hesitated and then finally asked, “what was that stuff on Tech’s glove? Is he okay?”
Crim looked back, annoyed, “I fucked up my voice, so now I sound like a fucking banshee.” “It’ll heal.” “It betta.” Greed left out a soft chuckle at her asshat comment. “Well it is the most wonderful time of the year, so how can you even stay sleeping!”
“So what would you like for Breakfast.” Greed tried to obviously change the mood of the room. Smiling softly at her answer with a nod, he went to the fridge on a quest for some more bacon, but as her next questions came, his Christmas huff faded to none. Crimson stayed silent as he moved his bacon back to the heat, as Greed awkwardly looked in the fridge, almost searching for an acceptable answer that wouldn’t feel like cheating Savage on information, but also would be tolerated by Tech. Perking up a little when extra bacon was sighted, he turned with sighed, giving the packet to Crimson before walking to the table to sit. He motioned Savage over to sit with him, gently but uneasily. As soon as she was next to him, he sighed. “Well... ahhhh...” Moving a hand to his neck, be paused, pushing some hair out of his face and behind his ear with the other hand. “You know, um... w-w-well... you see...” He sighed, “It’s a little too early to talk about this, but... ahhh... you know how.... Remember how our eyes turn black sometimes? Like the white parts of our eyes, and everything starts to get really serious and creepy when it happens. Well... That can be really hard to control sometimes due to- ahhh... I d-d-don’t know if you would remember this either...” He paused, letting out a large sigh, “Well, remember our ‘in mind experiences’? It’s ok if you don’t. Crimsons’ was a empty place filled with mist, mine was a endless corridor of doors, locked and unlocked. Well Techs.... his is a little bit more complicated.”
Crimson scoffed from the stove, “A little?”
“Ok fine. A lot, and because of this it’s a lot harder to c-control.” He paused, looking away for a moment as he lowered his arm, before returning his gaze to Savage. “And sometimes, if you’re unable to control it, it... ahhh...”
“It leaks.” Tech reentered the room, looking the same as he had left, but his arms lay beside him, both covered in their usual glove protection. “You have seen it happen to both Crimson and Greed at various times, if records are correct.” He moved over to the bench, picking up his plated omelette and some cutlery before taking a seat opposite to the pair. Keeping most of his face hidden still, he continued, “Although, those instances only occurred when they lost control. As per usual, my symptoms and diagnosis is some what different from the other two.” He paused, looking down at his omelette, before quietly muttering, “A much more serious strain,” to himself. With a moment of silence, Tech moved back up to look at the two with a soft smile, “Now, I think it would be terribly rude of myself to let this delicious meal go to waste, now wouldn’t it.” Smiling softly, he begun his pleasant breakfast in silence.
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Sav silently followed Tech, getting a glimpse in to Crimson’s bedroom and the two boys sprawled contently in Crimsons bed. She smiled to herself, it must be nice to have family to be close to.
Once they reached the spare room she looked around in awe, it was so beautiful. Her own room was nothing like this, nor as tidy. She listened to Tech, admiring the antique furniture and the artwork hanging on the wall. “Sure…” she replied quietly, giving Tech a side-ways glance before folding her arms nervously as she listened to him explain the bathroom. It was eerie to be in someone else’s house after so long, but maybe it would be better, knowing she wasn’t alone. Maybe.
She faced Tech as he moved, again being jumpy. What he said wasn’t what she expected. She listened quietly, feeling guilt for how she had been behaving. He was right, it wasn’t like her. Even if Tech did turn out to be someone to be afraid of, she had never let it bother her before. She always had a head-strong attitude and never let people intimidate her… but after things had happened… she didn’t know anymore.
She looked up at him when he opened his eyes. Maybe she was being over-cautious. This was Tech, he had saved her life before, and they had been close friends once even if she didn’t know a lot about him now.
She nodded silently… she wanted to tell him, she couldn’t. However she managed a slight smile in return, even if it was heavy.
She watched him leave, still silent. True friends, her inner monologue repeated.
“T-Tech,” she managed to finally say, hurrying to the door and peering at him from around the corner. She paused, “Well, it’s not… I wanted to tell you…” She could feel herself shaking. “…G-goodnight.” She dropped her head slightly, trying to not show her expression while quickly retreating back to her room.
She leaned against the wall next to the bedroom door. Her heart beating too fast, her hands shaking and her mind filled with terrible memories. So this was what a panic attack felt like. She hadn’t know what it was until recently. Ethan, where are you? she hopelessly thought to herself.
Tech turned as his name was called, looking back as the shaken Savage sincerely, “Goodnight Savage.” He smiled softly, turning back around to continue his walk to slumber, “A sleep may help her strength to speak her mind.” She obviously wasn’t telling him something that she wanted him to her, but pushing her was not the right thing to do and would only cause more stress. Everyone held back information and he knew this all too well.
The night was cold and dark, nothing unusual this time of year. Silence echoed through the halls, as only the faint sound of thunder broke the eerie atmosphere.
Though, as morning came, the silence was broken by the tone deaf singing of one brother, matched by the angelic voice of another as they sung fucking christmas carols in the kitchen. The sweet smells of fresh pancakes and bacon, along side the savoury scent of omelettes flooded through the apartment, replacing the once sour atmosphere with one a little more on the sweeter side. “Jingle Bell, Jingle Bell, Jingle Bell rock! Jingle Bell chime in Jingle Bell time!” Greed and Crimson sung. Greeds singing almost hid Crimsons festive screeching, almost. Crimson couldn’t sing. And he did not give a shit. The two of them just really loved Christmas. Greed a little more than Crim but, with that amount of passion and christmas singing showing in both their singing and screeching, they both loved the holiday.
She stood for a moment, trying to steady her breathing and letting the attack pass. She was glad Tech hadn’t noticed, or at least, didn’t seem to. Having him see her like this would have been humiliating. She wiped her eyes and finally moved to go sit on the bed, thinking about the past few months until finally getting too tired and falling asleep. Not even bothering to pull the blankets over herself.
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The next morning, Sav stirred at the sound of singing echoing through the apartment. She turned to lay on her back to listen (somehow she had managed to clumsily place a blanket over herself through the night). She sat up and yawned with a stretch. (Was that bacon she could smell?)
Getting up slowly, Sav made a half-assed attempt at fixing her disheveled hair and clothes before heading out in to the kitchen (though almost getting lost on the way).
“What’s going on?“ She asked the twins once she found the kitchen, voice still a bit croaky from sleep. She leaned against the door frame, and looked at them with a sleepy smile, “What’s with the shitty singing?” Curious, she glanced at the food and then back at Crimson and Greed, finally registering the obvious fact in front of her, “holy shit, don’t tell me it’s fucking Christmas!?” Somehow, despite everything, she had completely forgotten about it.
With a joyful grin they replied to Savs question in unison, “Breakfast!” Before continuing on with the singing, but as Savages’ next question came, the singing grinned to a halt. Crim looked her dead in the eye, saying, “Look, it’s not my fault I can’t sing like the other two, but I wouldn’t go as far to call it ‘shitty’, asshat. Just waking up isn’t an excuse for being rude, ok?” With a huff and a swift hood pull to cover his slightly embarrassed and pissed expression, Crimson returned to cooking his bacon with a soft hum of Silent Night. “Jeezz.”
Greed chuckled softly before turning smiling at Savage, wearing only his flannels pyjama pants, “Good Morning Sav. Sleep well?” The brothers had matching hairstyles, completely messed up from last nights fight and just falling in front of their face, covering their eyes ever so slightly. As Savages next question came, the two paused before laughing, “No no, Christmas is like in two days, buuutttt-”
“They just love the holiday so much, that their excitement can not be contained in one day, nor can it wait for when the day actually arrives.” Tech appeared from the side entrance into the kitchen. He sounded extremely tried, and he had the appearance to match his tone. Supporting some dark blue flannelette pyjama pants with white snowflakes on them, black ankle ugg boots, a dark blue hoodie with its hood up over his head to hide what was left of his hidden face. His black hair fell right over his eyes and trendy squarish-circular glasses. Techs hands were firmly shoved inside his hoodie pocket, so not even his gloves could be seen. Letting out a yawn, Tech moved closer to his brothers in a slight almost unnoticeable stumble.
As soon as Tech started talking, Greeds focus shifted to him, pausing with a sigh as he took in Techs demeanour, “Rough night?” Crimson looked over at Tech, taking his bacon filled pan off the stove for a moment, making sure they didn’t burn or anything.
Looking up from his hair shroud, Tech pulled a partially long light blue shoulder length glove from his hoodie pocket, the left hand from the pair he would usually wear. “Well, what do you think?” From the finger tips up to the elbow was covered in a stain what looked to be a black ink of some sort. The only thing was, it looked to be almost moving up the rest of the glove and emanating on its own terms. Some how sucking the light from around it with its cursed shadowy nature. The Crimson and Greed stood there in silence for a moment, not sure how to reply, stunned and in awe.
”Wow....That’s a first.”
“Maybe try sleeping with out one- Wait, no, ahhh.... just-”
“It’s ok Greed.”
Greed sighed, “I made you an Omellete, your favourite.”
Tech smiled softly, “Thank you,” he sighed, “I’ll get rid of this before anything drastic happens. Please start breakfast without me. I will be back momentarily.” Leaving the room in silence, the brother remained just as stunned, slowly seeming more mellow and saddened than before. With the scream from the kettle to break the awkward air, Greed took a big breath, realising it with a huff, before smiling cheerfully again at Savage. “What would you like for Breakfast?”
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Sav silently followed Tech, getting a glimpse in to Crimson’s bedroom and the two boys sprawled contently in Crimsons bed. She smiled to herself, it must be nice to have family to be close to.
Once they reached the spare room she looked around in awe, it was so beautiful. Her own room was nothing like this, nor as tidy. She listened to Tech, admiring the antique furniture and the artwork hanging on the wall. “Sure…” she replied quietly, giving Tech a side-ways glance before folding her arms nervously as she listened to him explain the bathroom. It was eerie to be in someone else’s house after so long, but maybe it would be better, knowing she wasn’t alone. Maybe.
She faced Tech as he moved, again being jumpy. What he said wasn’t what she expected. She listened quietly, feeling guilt for how she had been behaving. He was right, it wasn’t like her. Even if Tech did turn out to be someone to be afraid of, she had never let it bother her before. She always had a head-strong attitude and never let people intimidate her… but after things had happened… she didn’t know anymore.
She looked up at him when he opened his eyes. Maybe she was being over-cautious. This was Tech, he had saved her life before, and they had been close friends once even if she didn’t know a lot about him now.
She nodded silently… she wanted to tell him, she couldn’t. However she managed a slight smile in return, even if it was heavy.
She watched him leave, still silent. True friends, her inner monologue repeated.
“T-Tech,” she managed to finally say, hurrying to the door and peering at him from around the corner. She paused, “Well, it’s not… I wanted to tell you…” She could feel herself shaking. “…G-goodnight.” She dropped her head slightly, trying to not show her expression while quickly retreating back to her room.
She leaned against the wall next to the bedroom door. Her heart beating too fast, her hands shaking and her mind filled with terrible memories. So this was what a panic attack felt like. She hadn’t know what it was until recently. Ethan, where are you? she hopelessly thought to herself.
Tech turned as his name was called, looking back as the shaken Savage sincerely, “Goodnight Savage.” He smiled softly, turning back around to continue his walk to slumber, “A sleep may help her strength to speak her mind.” She obviously wasn’t telling him something that she wanted him to her, but pushing her was not the right thing to do and would only cause more stress. Everyone held back information and he knew this all too well.
The night was cold and dark, nothing unusual this time of year. Silence echoed through the halls, as only the faint sound of thunder broke the eerie atmosphere.
Though, as morning came, the silence was broken by the tone deaf singing of one brother, matched by the angelic voice of another as they sung fucking christmas carols in the kitchen. The sweet smells of fresh pancakes and bacon, along side the savoury scent of omelettes flooded through the apartment, replacing the once sour atmosphere with one a little more on the sweeter side. “Jingle Bell, Jingle Bell, Jingle Bell rock! Jingle Bell chime in Jingle Bell time!” Greed and Crimson sung. Greeds singing almost hid Crimsons festive screeching, almost. Crimson couldn’t sing. And he did not give a shit. The two of them just really loved Christmas. Greed a little more than Crim but, with that amount of passion and christmas singing showing in both their singing and screeching, they both loved the holiday.
Are any of you ticklish?
T: No.G and C: Ahhhhh… yes…
Does your family do anything special for Christmas? Do you have any Christmas traditions?
T: I usually visit Greeds grave and pay respects, as it is the anniversary of his death.C: *pauses* And when that downer comes back, since Greed is still with us now, WE’RE GONNA WEAR HORRIBLE SWEATERS!! AND PUT UP MISTLETOE! But we’ve already done that~G: Yeah, we’re trying some new stuff! I’m gonna make a gingerbread house.T: Does the traditional christmas tree count as something ‘special’?G: We don’t have a lot of traditions, but a tree is one thing, and sitting by the fire in the library to drink hot chocolate is another.T: It was a family tradition that we partake in with our parents.G: Yeah…C: Wait, we don’t have a library in this apartment. Right?T: After the reservations, were completed, a small one was established. Where else would do you think we could store all of our literature?
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Greed sighed, “First thing’s first, do you have a car? But more importantly, where the fuck even are we?”
“Pffft. Why do we need a car when I got portals.” He snickered. “We are in a very heated California. Why would you ask? Don’t you live here or something???”
Greed paused, frowning a little, “Was the sass really necessary?” Sighing, he gave a dumbfounded expression, “I would like to call you up on that bullshit and return with a what the fuck. It’s supposed to be fucking winter in America during December! It feels more like the Australian heat than anything else!” He paused, “Of course bloody not. I’m wearing jeans with not even a short sleeved shirt. Not only that, I don’t even sound remotely America. Did you see me before just-” Greed sighed, “I’m from London, England. And if we were in California, the weather would be some what the same cause of our positioning to the sun this time of the year. You know. Cause it’s winter in the Northern Hemisphere.”
“I told you I can’t remember anything about you. And I’m not even from here. All I know is that Cali never snows.” He sighed and looked to Greed. “It must be some kind of year here that changes climate. It isn’t eve- wait did you say December?” Alex panicked and paced around in a circle. “Crap crap craaap. I forgot that Present Day is soon. What am I gunna do? I don’t have money!”
“No I mean like- You know what, never mind.” Letting out a short breath, he listened along, “I didn’t time travel or anything but- Ah yeah, it’s like nearing the end of December.” He paused as Alex started freaking out, “You mean Christmas? Ahhh… Make something if you have no money? Ahh…. Get a loan? Sorry I’m not much help or anything…”
He paused. “What’s Christmas?” Alex shook his head and kept walking. “Never mi- aHA” Alex looked to Greed with a smile. “Know anyone who can make some masks???”
“You don’t know what Christmas is?” As soon as Alex smiled at him, he took a slight step back, “W-W-What type of masks?”
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I DARE YOU TO ANONYMOUSLY GIVE ME A NICKNAME
Last time I did this I got “smol tree” so who wants to give me a new URL idea to consider
NO THE LAST TIME I DID THIS SOMEONE SENT ME LEMONFUCKER AND THATS MY CURRENT INSULT FOR THE PEOPLE I LOVE
im afraid but excited. do your worst.
Fucking do it
yes pls
OH PLEASE DO IT. I HAVEN’T HAD A NICKNAME IN FOREVER GIVE ME YOUR BEST. <3
@noahjodraws I’m seriously looking to you on this one. AND ALL MY OTHER FOLLOWERS.
I HAVEN’T HAD A SINGLE ASK THIS MONTH. PLEASE SEND ME ONE
Envy: -Toddles into your askbox- Hey! Um... since you guys are back me and the other Sins wanted to give you a 'welcome back' gift basket with candy and stuff! Probably don't remember me, but since you're all leaving again for a little while I'mma just leave it right here on your porch! Okay? Our address is in there if you wanna visit when you get back, bye-bye!!~
T: *finishes reading the letter with a smile*C: *Appears behind* Who’s that from?T: The Sins.C: The who?T: You may have not have been formally introduced to them. Do the names Peyton or Mikel ring a bell?C: Mikel sounds familiar… Isn’t he-G: *listening from another room* MIKEL?! YOU MEAN THAT RED EYEPATCH WEARING ASSHOLE? *yelling just to be heard, not to be rude. Even though that was kinda rude :T*T: That would be Mikel, Greed. Although it seems Peyton has left us this gift basket, as a welcome back.C: There’s sweets in here!G: PEYTONS’ COOL.T: Indeed he is. We should pay the Sins a visit some time soon. Return our thanks for their kindness. *smiles softly*
Rumor: "When things are stressful, sometimes Greed and Crimson sneak in to sleep in the same room as Tech. Tech acts annoyed but actually doesn't mind."
T: True, although, I do not get annoyed. It’s almost nostalgic, since Greed and I used to sleep in the same bed until we were accepted in to University at a younger age than most. Since we could not afford another bed at the time, it was our only option, with us being only family the other had.
@winters-askblog
Greed sighed, “First thing’s first, do you have a car? But more importantly, where the fuck even are we?”
“Pffft. Why do we need a car when I got portals.” He snickered. “We are in a very heated California. Why would you ask? Don’t you live here or something???”
Greed paused, frowning a little, “Was the sass really necessary?” Sighing, he gave a dumbfounded expression, “I would like to call you up on that bullshit and return with a what the fuck. It’s supposed to be fucking winter in America during December! It feels more like the Australian heat than anything else!” He paused, “Of course bloody not. I’m wearing jeans with not even a short sleeved shirt. Not only that, I don’t even sound remotely America. Did you see me before just-” Greed sighed, “I’m from London, England. And if we were in California, the weather would be some what the same cause of our positioning to the sun this time of the year. You know. Cause it’s winter in the Northern Hemisphere.”
“I told you I can’t remember anything about you. And I’m not even from here. All I know is that Cali never snows.” He sighed and looked to Greed. “It must be some kind of year here that changes climate. It isn’t eve- wait did you say December?” Alex panicked and paced around in a circle. “Crap crap craaap. I forgot that Present Day is soon. What am I gunna do? I don’t have money!”
“No I mean like- You know what, never mind.” Letting out a short breath, he listened along, “I didn’t time travel or anything but- Ah yeah, it’s like nearing the end of December.” He paused as Alex started freaking out, “You mean Christmas? Ahhh... Make something if you have no money? Ahh.... Get a loan? Sorry I’m not much help or anything...”
@clouded-city
From down the hall, a barrage of brotherly yelling and fighting was going on. Nothing too serious, just some casual hand to hand combat, avoiding anything that could be broken because anything that had been unpacked in Crimsons room, was worth a lot of money. Once all frustration was replaced with joking laughter, their tussle turned to a pat on the back and a hug. Greed and Crim, slightly bruised and battered from their fight, lay down on the king sized bed with a smile.
Drifting off to sleep as time past, Tech left the room to return to Greed’s, so that Savage wasn’t cold and confused once she finished her shower. Collecting some pyjamas in her size along the way, he quietly slipped into Greeds bedroom, placing the folded clothes in front of the bathroom door. He knocked softly on the door, not really bothered if it startled Savage or not, “Aurora, I have left some pyjamas that should be suited to your needs in front of the door.” He straightened himself back up, “I’ll be waiting for you here, to escort you to your room.” Walking away from the door, Tech started to unpack some of Greeds boxes, the ones that weren’t clothes, because Greed had to order that shit himself.
Sav jolted at the sound of Tech knocking on the door and turned around quickly, before quickly realizing what had happened and calming herself. She felt stupid to react so harshly, but she had been lost in her thoughts and wasn’t used to being disturbed after months of living alone.
“T-thanks Tech,” she replied shakily, only half listening to him as she tried to calm her heart rate down again. Once she had finally composed herself, she stepped out of the bathroom. Clutching her towel close, she leaned down to get the clothes waiting for her just as she heard a scratch of a box, and quickly looked up. Tech was… still in the room. Reacting without thinking, she clumsily picked the clothes and retreated to the bathroom. Shutting the door quickly, but as silent as possible so Tech wouldn’t notice her pretense. Once hidden behind the closed door, she stood silently in the bathroom for a moment, breathing uneven, thoughts scattered. He couldn’t have saw anything right? He was busy unpacking… but, what if he did? .. But it’s Tech, he wouldn’t think anything of it even if he had… would he?
She pressed the back of one of her wrists against her face, annoyed at her own behavior. It was so stupid. Why did she have to be so jumpy all the time? It was Tech, big deal, he’d probably seen it all before. She let out a small huff before decisively getting dressed.
She hung the towel up once done and checked her reflection, wondering who’s clothes she had borrowed for a moment before heading out the bathroom. She faced Tech, a little uneasy. “I’m ready,” she said with a almost too formal tone of voice. “We can go to the spare bedroom now.”
Shuffling some boxes around with a sigh, he finally opened a box that wasn’t filled with a garment of some sort. Tech was unfazed by Savage in his peripheral vision and just continued on with the unpacking. Pulling out some books to place on Greeds bed, so that he could decide where to put them. The more he decided to unpack for his brother, the more he regretted it. It wasn’t anything that would raise an eyebrow or anything, Tech was just realising that Greed was the one who had to decide where to place his things and how he would like his room to be set up. Where does he want his books? Where does he want his guitars? His Instruments? His photo filled frames? His computer? His- ahh...nevermind... With a sigh of defeat, Tech moved to Greeds bed, sitting on its edge. Pulling out his phone, he began to scroll through lists upon lists of to-do list, updates, plans and notifications as he waited for Savage.
As Savage emerged from the bathroom, Tech looked up from his phone before slipping it into his pocket as she spoke. Being some what taken back by her tone and obvious awkward and cautious demeanour, he softly smirked with a silent sharp breath. Letting go from his warm comfy cushion of a seat, he walked up to her, “Right this way then.” Motioning her to follow, Tech slipped out of Greeds boxy room to begin his walk through the some what furnished corridors of the apartment. Passing Crimsons bedroom where Greed and Crim could be easily seen sprawled upon Crimsons black duvet in a tangled mess of ruffled hair, soft smiles and sweet dreams.
Turning a corner or two, the arrived at the room. Not as spacious as the boys bedroom but big enough to fit a made double bed, a desk, fit with a chair, a wardrobe and other bedroom items. A lamp on an antique table next to the bed on either of its sides, as well as some floating shelves stuck to the wall opposite to the desk and a piece of art that tied the whole room together. Allowing Savage to come in, Tech smiled softly, “Feel free to make yourself at home. If you have any problems, please contact either Greed, Crimson or I. You should be familiar on where their rooms are located, mine may be a little harder to find, but if the final option is the only one left on the list, then as either of the two to guide you.” Leaning up against the door frame, he watched Savage closely, “The bathroom is just the next room over on the left side. Breakfast comes whenever your hunger yearns to be satisfied, although it’s not uncommon for the smell or the noise to wake you before a natural wake up call.” Lifting himself from the frame to turn and go, Tech sighed, closing his eyes softly. “Look Savage, I know I’m not the most stable of brothers, nor the best to talk too, or the best type of friend. But I am still the same person you met all those years ago. The only difference is, all those years have taken a toll on me. The ones before I knew you and the ones to follow. My health. My morality. My judgement. My being. Effected and changed for the better, and for the worst. So uncharacteristic formalities towards me are a little unsettling knowing your nature and natural tone. There is no need to be afraid of me. I do not want to hurt you, nor do I think I will ever need to or have hurt you, no matter what my intimidating demeanour and aura lures you into thinking.” Opening his eyes with a sigh, he continued, “You will here this time and time again from my brothers, and I’m sure you already have. We are friends, and friends are something that we have sworn to protect. They are precious and they are kind. Something that no one should take advantage or look down upon, as good ones are hard to find. We will protect our friends. Our true friends.” He let out a soft huff, smiling softly as he looked back at Savage, “Good night and sweet dreams Aurora. May tomorrow be a day worth living.” And with that, Tech silently left the door frame as he made his way towards his own room to get a good nights sleep, or at least try too.
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@ all: If you found $20 laying on the ground, what would you do?
T: Take it or leave it be. Depends on the mood of the timeG: Depending on where it is, probably take it to someone.C: Take it.
Rumor: "Crimson trains a lot in secret so he can one day match and beat his brothers during one-on-one combat training"
C: False. Nice idea, but no. I’ve got better things to do with my time. Besides, we all specialise in different areas of combat. Depending on where we train, in a match between me and Greed, it could go either way. But no one has beaten Tech. Not one. And no one wants to try and fight him. That shit is terrifying and a little psychotic. Just- *chuckles awkwardly* just- you don’t want to fight him. Never.
