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@timrand1953
OOC; CONFUSED ABT THE TIMELINE? SO ARE WE!
all posts from the last 20 days (jan 20 - feb 9) have taken place across a 2 day period in canon. the roleplay chain started the 20th has just occured/started. ok bye
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contrary to any other posts, this is taking place just about a year after the events of galloway, so it's the autumn of 1985!
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Sometimes I think about how life would be better if I was a girl
Something is definitely wrong with Kian but he wont talk to me. I dont know what the fuck I did
I like staring at Rolan to see how long itll take him to notice. The longest Ive gone is like 5 minutes
Rand, I can see your posts.
Look behind you then dumbass
Is there a reason youâve smushed your face against the balcony door?
Lookin at a real pretty guy right now
Youâre a dork. Come inside so I can kiss you.
You dont have to tell me twice
I like staring at Rolan to see how long itll take him to notice. The longest Ive gone is like 5 minutes
Rand, I can see your posts.
Look behind you then dumbass
Is there a reason youâve smushed your face against the balcony door?
Lookin at a real pretty guy right now
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I like staring at Rolan to see how long itll take him to notice. The longest Ive gone is like 5 minutes
Rand, I can see your posts.
Look behind you then dumbass
I like staring at Rolan to see how long itll take him to notice. The longest Ive gone is like 5 minutes
Kian really didn't like this. Like, at all.
Maybe she did want them to be there, to just listen, but they can't just have that, can they. It's the same shit every time- it was the same with her ex, itâs going to be the same here. Pretending to give a fuck for one moment and then being hurt the next. He was just going to let the pain happen this time. They would be fine. It wouldn't be as bad, she knows that much.
Maybe if she tried more, then she would deserve it. They have a plan, though, so it would be fine.
He wore a sleeveless corset-like top, ruffles on the top and bottom of it. His skirt was incredibly flowy, with a petticoat underneath. They adorn a lot of necklaces, as well as a black zip up sweater- the same one she wore when going to see their therapist.
Also. The Niklaus tattoo is showing.
She sits at the bar, her skirt flowing down behind her. In her hand is some sort of cocktail.
( @timrand1953 @rolandeep7 )
Rand, dragging Rolan behind him, drags him into the bar, scanning the area rapidly before spotting Kian's bright hair amongst the dimmed surroundings. He rushes over to him, bumping into a few people and not bothering to apologize, and stands next to him, about to say something, but he stops.
"Holy shit," he breathes, barely hesitating, "dude, what the- you're fuckin' beautiful- what's the occasion?? It's- god, I'm just glad you're safe." He reaches to take one of his hands, but then just holds his out, trembling just slightly.
He tenses up for a second upon hearing them, before taking a deep breath and calming down. They spin around gracefully on the stool, a smile on her face. He takes Rand's hand, shaking a lot. The touch, for once, feels dangerous before it should be coming from them. He knows it's not true, but theres a chance. And it probably will be later.
As soon as their heels touch the ground, they let go of Rand's hand, moving it down to their side. He tilts his head to the left when she processes what Rand said. "There's no occasion..? Why- I- I just wore it 'cause I could."
"Hey uh- can we do reunions and admiring Kian in the car, please? Sorry." His hands are very clearly shaking.
"Yeah- yeah, sorry, man," he looks away, his face flushed and eyes wide beneath his glasses, "c'mon, let's get in the car." He begins to walk back towards the exit, beelining through the crowd again to get out of this place as fast as possible.
They grab money from their bag, paying- and leaving some sort of tip, she didn't count how much.
He dodges and weaves through the people, avoiding touching anyone.
Rolan guides the group back toward his car, biting back a million questions and praying Rand does the same. He canât scare Kian and have him run back into the bar, because he might not know how to help right now, but if Kianâs alone, he canât even make sure sheâs alive. So he bites his tongue and opens the car door.
Rand goes to open his mouth to ask a flood of different questions himself, but he looks to Rolan and gets the hint, instead keeping his mouth shut. He makes sure Kian gets in the car before climbing in behind him, sitting next to him in the backseat.
The silence is... odd. But it's probably a good sign. Kian looks out the window, staring at the piles of snow. She hasn't ever seen snow before she got here. It's prettier than in the movies.
He's probably not going to remember this tomorrow. Fuck, he really doesn't want to deal with a hangover in front of them, but way she goes or whatever.
They are not going to break the silence, that's for sure.
Rolan grips the steering wheel tightly, finally taking a second to look at Kian. Heâs beautiful, to say the least. Disheveled and disgruntled, but beautiful. And worrying. Rolan drives back to his house with practiced ease.
Rand waits until the car starts moving, and then slowly scoots his hand over until he finds one of Kian's, holding it tightly. He thinks that if he lets go, he's going to run again. He wished he would stop fucking running.
"You already making new friends?" he asks after a minute, "or were you just... drinking by yourself? In the middle of the week?"
They flinch, but still let Rand hold his hand. It's not really like they can do much except dodge if- no, when they try to hurt her again. Sure, it worked a bit for them last time, but... he should probably just accept this shit now, right?
"Just got bored." She doesn't have to tell anyone why she left. He feels weaker, like all of his body is just fucking trying to make him suffer.
His grip loosens on his hand slightly, and he instead begins to gently rub a thumb over his knuckles, just trying to make sure he stays calm. He doesn't know why Kian was out here, or why he wasn't answering any of his questions. Does he hate him? Does he not trust either of them? It made him want to panic, to freak the fuck out and scream and throw things, but that wasn't a normal, well-adjusted adult thing to do, so instead he just held his hand.
"Sorry, man." He mumbles after a bit of silence, sounding as if he's ashamed about something.
Kian tilts his head to the left. "You- You don't have to apologize. Why are you saying sorry?"
She doesn't understand, why is he apologizing? They don't have to say sorry, there's nothing to be sorry for right now.
"Just- y'know. Probably did some shit to make you upset. Wanted to apologize. 'Cause, uh... you... want to be alone a lot- do you even want to be in a relationship?" He's asking genuinely, even if it comes off harsher than he means.
"We don't- we don't have to do this, if you're like- not ready, or you don't feel like it'd work out..." he's rambling, it's obvious he's worried that Kian is going to confirm his fears.
Rolan grimaces, here. Can feel the way the air gets a little colder, knows that was the wrong thing to say. Heâs got a theory, thinks he knows why Kian is doing this, and is quick to run damage control.
âI think what Randâs trying to say is like- If you donât want to be in a relationship right now, think you need like- time or just donât want to or anything- You donât have to like⌠we donât have to date if you donât want to. Weâre fine either way, as long as youâre happy. We just want you around.â
"No-" she doesn't really know what to say, they don't really have a reason for wanting to be alone more often, and he does want to be in a relationship with them, but she doesn't really know how to express that. "-I do, sorry if I made you guys feel like I don't love you."
"I just wanna know how we can help you, dude," he starts, not really knowing where he's going with itâhis mind is still racing from being in a panic earlier, so he can't concentrate, but he tries his best, "what- what can we do to help you?? You keep, like, saying you're okay, but you disappear for days and your hair is all matted and you look like you haven't slept well in weeks. You don't even gotta tell us what it is, man, just tell us what we can do."
"I've been sleeping fine, and my hair was matted because I was too lazy to brush it when we were driving. It's nothing." She moves her gaze back outside. He's fucking terrified of them. How does she even get out of this?
"It's obviously not fucking nothing, Kian, it's-" he can feel himself getting angry, but he doesn't want to yell at Kian again because he really doesn't deserve that, so he instead takes a breath in and continues, "like I said, man, you don't have to justify it. I don't care if the reason is you're lazy or your arms hurt too much or you're scared to or- whatever. We just- we wanna help."
No they don't. They're lying. She hates liars. "It is nothing. I'm- I'm done with this shit right now, dude."
He scowls and faces the other way, crossing his arms over his chest and leaning back in his seat.
"Fine, fuckin' be like that," he mumbles under his breath, "what do I fucking care."
Kian really didn't like this. Like, at all.
Maybe she did want them to be there, to just listen, but they can't just have that, can they. It's the same shit every time- it was the same with her ex, itâs going to be the same here. Pretending to give a fuck for one moment and then being hurt the next. He was just going to let the pain happen this time. They would be fine. It wouldn't be as bad, she knows that much.
Maybe if she tried more, then she would deserve it. They have a plan, though, so it would be fine.
He wore a sleeveless corset-like top, ruffles on the top and bottom of it. His skirt was incredibly flowy, with a petticoat underneath. They adorn a lot of necklaces, as well as a black zip up sweater- the same one she wore when going to see their therapist.
Also. The Niklaus tattoo is showing.
She sits at the bar, her skirt flowing down behind her. In her hand is some sort of cocktail.
( @timrand1953 @rolandeep7 )
Rand, dragging Rolan behind him, drags him into the bar, scanning the area rapidly before spotting Kian's bright hair amongst the dimmed surroundings. He rushes over to him, bumping into a few people and not bothering to apologize, and stands next to him, about to say something, but he stops.
"Holy shit," he breathes, barely hesitating, "dude, what the- you're fuckin' beautiful- what's the occasion?? It's- god, I'm just glad you're safe." He reaches to take one of his hands, but then just holds his out, trembling just slightly.
He tenses up for a second upon hearing them, before taking a deep breath and calming down. They spin around gracefully on the stool, a smile on her face. He takes Rand's hand, shaking a lot. The touch, for once, feels dangerous before it should be coming from them. He knows it's not true, but theres a chance. And it probably will be later.
As soon as their heels touch the ground, they let go of Rand's hand, moving it down to their side. He tilts his head to the left when she processes what Rand said. "There's no occasion..? Why- I- I just wore it 'cause I could."
"Hey uh- can we do reunions and admiring Kian in the car, please? Sorry." His hands are very clearly shaking.
"Yeah- yeah, sorry, man," he looks away, his face flushed and eyes wide beneath his glasses, "c'mon, let's get in the car." He begins to walk back towards the exit, beelining through the crowd again to get out of this place as fast as possible.
They grab money from their bag, paying- and leaving some sort of tip, she didn't count how much.
He dodges and weaves through the people, avoiding touching anyone.
Rolan guides the group back toward his car, biting back a million questions and praying Rand does the same. He canât scare Kian and have him run back into the bar, because he might not know how to help right now, but if Kianâs alone, he canât even make sure sheâs alive. So he bites his tongue and opens the car door.
Rand goes to open his mouth to ask a flood of different questions himself, but he looks to Rolan and gets the hint, instead keeping his mouth shut. He makes sure Kian gets in the car before climbing in behind him, sitting next to him in the backseat.
The silence is... odd. But it's probably a good sign. Kian looks out the window, staring at the piles of snow. She hasn't ever seen snow before she got here. It's prettier than in the movies.
He's probably not going to remember this tomorrow. Fuck, he really doesn't want to deal with a hangover in front of them, but way she goes or whatever.
They are not going to break the silence, that's for sure.
Rolan grips the steering wheel tightly, finally taking a second to look at Kian. Heâs beautiful, to say the least. Disheveled and disgruntled, but beautiful. And worrying. Rolan drives back to his house with practiced ease.
Rand waits until the car starts moving, and then slowly scoots his hand over until he finds one of Kian's, holding it tightly. He thinks that if he lets go, he's going to run again. He wished he would stop fucking running.
"You already making new friends?" he asks after a minute, "or were you just... drinking by yourself? In the middle of the week?"
They flinch, but still let Rand hold his hand. It's not really like they can do much except dodge if- no, when they try to hurt her again. Sure, it worked a bit for them last time, but... he should probably just accept this shit now, right?
"Just got bored." She doesn't have to tell anyone why she left. He feels weaker, like all of his body is just fucking trying to make him suffer.
His grip loosens on his hand slightly, and he instead begins to gently rub a thumb over his knuckles, just trying to make sure he stays calm. He doesn't know why Kian was out here, or why he wasn't answering any of his questions. Does he hate him? Does he not trust either of them? It made him want to panic, to freak the fuck out and scream and throw things, but that wasn't a normal, well-adjusted adult thing to do, so instead he just held his hand.
"Sorry, man." He mumbles after a bit of silence, sounding as if he's ashamed about something.
Kian tilts his head to the left. "You- You don't have to apologize. Why are you saying sorry?"
She doesn't understand, why is he apologizing? They don't have to say sorry, there's nothing to be sorry for right now.
"Just- y'know. Probably did some shit to make you upset. Wanted to apologize. 'Cause, uh... you... want to be alone a lot- do you even want to be in a relationship?" He's asking genuinely, even if it comes off harsher than he means.
"We don't- we don't have to do this, if you're like- not ready, or you don't feel like it'd work out..." he's rambling, it's obvious he's worried that Kian is going to confirm his fears.
Rolan grimaces, here. Can feel the way the air gets a little colder, knows that was the wrong thing to say. Heâs got a theory, thinks he knows why Kian is doing this, and is quick to run damage control.
âI think what Randâs trying to say is like- If you donât want to be in a relationship right now, think you need like- time or just donât want to or anything- You donât have to like⌠we donât have to date if you donât want to. Weâre fine either way, as long as youâre happy. We just want you around.â
"No-" she doesn't really know what to say, they don't really have a reason for wanting to be alone more often, and he does want to be in a relationship with them, but she doesn't really know how to express that. "-I do, sorry if I made you guys feel like I don't love you."
"I just wanna know how we can help you, dude," he starts, not really knowing where he's going with itâhis mind is still racing from being in a panic earlier, so he can't concentrate, but he tries his best, "what- what can we do to help you?? You keep, like, saying you're okay, but you disappear for days and your hair is all matted and you look like you haven't slept well in weeks. You don't even gotta tell us what it is, man, just tell us what we can do."
"I've been sleeping fine, and my hair was matted because I was too lazy to brush it when we were driving. It's nothing." She moves her gaze back outside. He's fucking terrified of them. How does she even get out of this?
"It's obviously not fucking nothing, Kian, it's-" he can feel himself getting angry, but he doesn't want to yell at Kian again because he really doesn't deserve that, so he instead takes a breath in and continues, "like I said, man, you don't have to justify it. I don't care if the reason is you're lazy or your arms hurt too much or you're scared to or- whatever. We just- we wanna help."
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Kian really didn't like this. Like, at all.
Maybe she did want them to be there, to just listen, but they can't just have that, can they. It's the same shit every time- it was the same with her ex, itâs going to be the same here. Pretending to give a fuck for one moment and then being hurt the next. He was just going to let the pain happen this time. They would be fine. It wouldn't be as bad, she knows that much.
Maybe if she tried more, then she would deserve it. They have a plan, though, so it would be fine.
He wore a sleeveless corset-like top, ruffles on the top and bottom of it. His skirt was incredibly flowy, with a petticoat underneath. They adorn a lot of necklaces, as well as a black zip up sweater- the same one she wore when going to see their therapist.
Also. The Niklaus tattoo is showing.
She sits at the bar, her skirt flowing down behind her. In her hand is some sort of cocktail.
( @timrand1953 @rolandeep7 )
Rand, dragging Rolan behind him, drags him into the bar, scanning the area rapidly before spotting Kian's bright hair amongst the dimmed surroundings. He rushes over to him, bumping into a few people and not bothering to apologize, and stands next to him, about to say something, but he stops.
"Holy shit," he breathes, barely hesitating, "dude, what the- you're fuckin' beautiful- what's the occasion?? It's- god, I'm just glad you're safe." He reaches to take one of his hands, but then just holds his out, trembling just slightly.
He tenses up for a second upon hearing them, before taking a deep breath and calming down. They spin around gracefully on the stool, a smile on her face. He takes Rand's hand, shaking a lot. The touch, for once, feels dangerous before it should be coming from them. He knows it's not true, but theres a chance. And it probably will be later.
As soon as their heels touch the ground, they let go of Rand's hand, moving it down to their side. He tilts his head to the left when she processes what Rand said. "There's no occasion..? Why- I- I just wore it 'cause I could."
"Hey uh- can we do reunions and admiring Kian in the car, please? Sorry." His hands are very clearly shaking.
"Yeah- yeah, sorry, man," he looks away, his face flushed and eyes wide beneath his glasses, "c'mon, let's get in the car." He begins to walk back towards the exit, beelining through the crowd again to get out of this place as fast as possible.
They grab money from their bag, paying- and leaving some sort of tip, she didn't count how much.
He dodges and weaves through the people, avoiding touching anyone.
Rolan guides the group back toward his car, biting back a million questions and praying Rand does the same. He canât scare Kian and have him run back into the bar, because he might not know how to help right now, but if Kianâs alone, he canât even make sure sheâs alive. So he bites his tongue and opens the car door.
Rand goes to open his mouth to ask a flood of different questions himself, but he looks to Rolan and gets the hint, instead keeping his mouth shut. He makes sure Kian gets in the car before climbing in behind him, sitting next to him in the backseat.
The silence is... odd. But it's probably a good sign. Kian looks out the window, staring at the piles of snow. She hasn't ever seen snow before she got here. It's prettier than in the movies.
He's probably not going to remember this tomorrow. Fuck, he really doesn't want to deal with a hangover in front of them, but way she goes or whatever.
They are not going to break the silence, that's for sure.
Rolan grips the steering wheel tightly, finally taking a second to look at Kian. Heâs beautiful, to say the least. Disheveled and disgruntled, but beautiful. And worrying. Rolan drives back to his house with practiced ease.
Rand waits until the car starts moving, and then slowly scoots his hand over until he finds one of Kian's, holding it tightly. He thinks that if he lets go, he's going to run again. He wished he would stop fucking running.
"You already making new friends?" he asks after a minute, "or were you just... drinking by yourself? In the middle of the week?"
They flinch, but still let Rand hold his hand. It's not really like they can do much except dodge if- no, when they try to hurt her again. Sure, it worked a bit for them last time, but... he should probably just accept this shit now, right?
"Just got bored." She doesn't have to tell anyone why she left. He feels weaker, like all of his body is just fucking trying to make him suffer.
His grip loosens on his hand slightly, and he instead begins to gently rub a thumb over his knuckles, just trying to make sure he stays calm. He doesn't know why Kian was out here, or why he wasn't answering any of his questions. Does he hate him? Does he not trust either of them? It made him want to panic, to freak the fuck out and scream and throw things, but that wasn't a normal, well-adjusted adult thing to do, so instead he just held his hand.
"Sorry, man." He mumbles after a bit of silence, sounding as if he's ashamed about something.
Kian tilts his head to the left. "You- You don't have to apologize. Why are you saying sorry?"
She doesn't understand, why is he apologizing? They don't have to say sorry, there's nothing to be sorry for right now.
"Just- y'know. Probably did some shit to make you upset. Wanted to apologize. 'Cause, uh... you... want to be alone a lot- do you even want to be in a relationship?" He's asking genuinely, even if it comes off harsher than he means.
"We don't- we don't have to do this, if you're like- not ready, or you don't feel like it'd work out..." he's rambling, it's obvious he's worried that Kian is going to confirm his fears.
Rolan grimaces, here. Can feel the way the air gets a little colder, knows that was the wrong thing to say. Heâs got a theory, thinks he knows why Kian is doing this, and is quick to run damage control.
âI think what Randâs trying to say is like- If you donât want to be in a relationship right now, think you need like- time or just donât want to or anything- You donât have to like⌠we donât have to date if you donât want to. Weâre fine either way, as long as youâre happy. We just want you around.â
"No-" she doesn't really know what to say, they don't really have a reason for wanting to be alone more often, and he does want to be in a relationship with them, but she doesn't really know how to express that. "-I do, sorry if I made you guys feel like I don't love you."
"I just wanna know how we can help you, dude," he starts, not really knowing where he's going with itâhis mind is still racing from being in a panic earlier, so he can't concentrate, but he tries his best, "what- what can we do to help you?? You keep, like, saying you're okay, but you disappear for days and your hair is all matted and you look like you haven't slept well in weeks. You don't even gotta tell us what it is, man, just tell us what we can do."
Kian really didn't like this. Like, at all.
Maybe she did want them to be there, to just listen, but they can't just have that, can they. It's the same shit every time- it was the same with her ex, itâs going to be the same here. Pretending to give a fuck for one moment and then being hurt the next. He was just going to let the pain happen this time. They would be fine. It wouldn't be as bad, she knows that much.
Maybe if she tried more, then she would deserve it. They have a plan, though, so it would be fine.
He wore a sleeveless corset-like top, ruffles on the top and bottom of it. His skirt was incredibly flowy, with a petticoat underneath. They adorn a lot of necklaces, as well as a black zip up sweater- the same one she wore when going to see their therapist.
Also. The Niklaus tattoo is showing.
She sits at the bar, her skirt flowing down behind her. In her hand is some sort of cocktail.
( @timrand1953 @rolandeep7 )
Rand, dragging Rolan behind him, drags him into the bar, scanning the area rapidly before spotting Kian's bright hair amongst the dimmed surroundings. He rushes over to him, bumping into a few people and not bothering to apologize, and stands next to him, about to say something, but he stops.
"Holy shit," he breathes, barely hesitating, "dude, what the- you're fuckin' beautiful- what's the occasion?? It's- god, I'm just glad you're safe." He reaches to take one of his hands, but then just holds his out, trembling just slightly.
He tenses up for a second upon hearing them, before taking a deep breath and calming down. They spin around gracefully on the stool, a smile on her face. He takes Rand's hand, shaking a lot. The touch, for once, feels dangerous before it should be coming from them. He knows it's not true, but theres a chance. And it probably will be later.
As soon as their heels touch the ground, they let go of Rand's hand, moving it down to their side. He tilts his head to the left when she processes what Rand said. "There's no occasion..? Why- I- I just wore it 'cause I could."
"Hey uh- can we do reunions and admiring Kian in the car, please? Sorry." His hands are very clearly shaking.
"Yeah- yeah, sorry, man," he looks away, his face flushed and eyes wide beneath his glasses, "c'mon, let's get in the car." He begins to walk back towards the exit, beelining through the crowd again to get out of this place as fast as possible.
They grab money from their bag, paying- and leaving some sort of tip, she didn't count how much.
He dodges and weaves through the people, avoiding touching anyone.
Rolan guides the group back toward his car, biting back a million questions and praying Rand does the same. He canât scare Kian and have him run back into the bar, because he might not know how to help right now, but if Kianâs alone, he canât even make sure sheâs alive. So he bites his tongue and opens the car door.
Rand goes to open his mouth to ask a flood of different questions himself, but he looks to Rolan and gets the hint, instead keeping his mouth shut. He makes sure Kian gets in the car before climbing in behind him, sitting next to him in the backseat.
The silence is... odd. But it's probably a good sign. Kian looks out the window, staring at the piles of snow. She hasn't ever seen snow before she got here. It's prettier than in the movies.
He's probably not going to remember this tomorrow. Fuck, he really doesn't want to deal with a hangover in front of them, but way she goes or whatever.
They are not going to break the silence, that's for sure.
Rolan grips the steering wheel tightly, finally taking a second to look at Kian. Heâs beautiful, to say the least. Disheveled and disgruntled, but beautiful. And worrying. Rolan drives back to his house with practiced ease.
Rand waits until the car starts moving, and then slowly scoots his hand over until he finds one of Kian's, holding it tightly. He thinks that if he lets go, he's going to run again. He wished he would stop fucking running.
"You already making new friends?" he asks after a minute, "or were you just... drinking by yourself? In the middle of the week?"
They flinch, but still let Rand hold his hand. It's not really like they can do much except dodge if- no, when they try to hurt her again. Sure, it worked a bit for them last time, but... he should probably just accept this shit now, right?
"Just got bored." She doesn't have to tell anyone why she left. He feels weaker, like all of his body is just fucking trying to make him suffer.
His grip loosens on his hand slightly, and he instead begins to gently rub a thumb over his knuckles, just trying to make sure he stays calm. He doesn't know why Kian was out here, or why he wasn't answering any of his questions. Does he hate him? Does he not trust either of them? It made him want to panic, to freak the fuck out and scream and throw things, but that wasn't a normal, well-adjusted adult thing to do, so instead he just held his hand.
"Sorry, man." He mumbles after a bit of silence, sounding as if he's ashamed about something.
Kian tilts his head to the left. "You- You don't have to apologize. Why are you saying sorry?"
She doesn't understand, why is he apologizing? They don't have to say sorry, there's nothing to be sorry for right now.
"Just- y'know. Probably did some shit to make you upset. Wanted to apologize. 'Cause, uh... you... want to be alone a lot- do you even want to be in a relationship?" He's asking genuinely, even if it comes off harsher than he means.
"We don't- we don't have to do this, if you're like- not ready, or you don't feel like it'd work out..." he's rambling, it's obvious he's worried that Kian is going to confirm his fears.
Kian really didn't like this. Like, at all.
Maybe she did want them to be there, to just listen, but they can't just have that, can they. It's the same shit every time- it was the same with her ex, itâs going to be the same here. Pretending to give a fuck for one moment and then being hurt the next. He was just going to let the pain happen this time. They would be fine. It wouldn't be as bad, she knows that much.
Maybe if she tried more, then she would deserve it. They have a plan, though, so it would be fine.
He wore a sleeveless corset-like top, ruffles on the top and bottom of it. His skirt was incredibly flowy, with a petticoat underneath. They adorn a lot of necklaces, as well as a black zip up sweater- the same one she wore when going to see their therapist.
Also. The Niklaus tattoo is showing.
She sits at the bar, her skirt flowing down behind her. In her hand is some sort of cocktail.
( @timrand1953 @rolandeep7 )
Rand, dragging Rolan behind him, drags him into the bar, scanning the area rapidly before spotting Kian's bright hair amongst the dimmed surroundings. He rushes over to him, bumping into a few people and not bothering to apologize, and stands next to him, about to say something, but he stops.
"Holy shit," he breathes, barely hesitating, "dude, what the- you're fuckin' beautiful- what's the occasion?? It's- god, I'm just glad you're safe." He reaches to take one of his hands, but then just holds his out, trembling just slightly.
He tenses up for a second upon hearing them, before taking a deep breath and calming down. They spin around gracefully on the stool, a smile on her face. He takes Rand's hand, shaking a lot. The touch, for once, feels dangerous before it should be coming from them. He knows it's not true, but theres a chance. And it probably will be later.
As soon as their heels touch the ground, they let go of Rand's hand, moving it down to their side. He tilts his head to the left when she processes what Rand said. "There's no occasion..? Why- I- I just wore it 'cause I could."
"Hey uh- can we do reunions and admiring Kian in the car, please? Sorry." His hands are very clearly shaking.
"Yeah- yeah, sorry, man," he looks away, his face flushed and eyes wide beneath his glasses, "c'mon, let's get in the car." He begins to walk back towards the exit, beelining through the crowd again to get out of this place as fast as possible.
They grab money from their bag, paying- and leaving some sort of tip, she didn't count how much.
He dodges and weaves through the people, avoiding touching anyone.
Rolan guides the group back toward his car, biting back a million questions and praying Rand does the same. He canât scare Kian and have him run back into the bar, because he might not know how to help right now, but if Kianâs alone, he canât even make sure sheâs alive. So he bites his tongue and opens the car door.
Rand goes to open his mouth to ask a flood of different questions himself, but he looks to Rolan and gets the hint, instead keeping his mouth shut. He makes sure Kian gets in the car before climbing in behind him, sitting next to him in the backseat.
The silence is... odd. But it's probably a good sign. Kian looks out the window, staring at the piles of snow. She hasn't ever seen snow before she got here. It's prettier than in the movies.
He's probably not going to remember this tomorrow. Fuck, he really doesn't want to deal with a hangover in front of them, but way she goes or whatever.
They are not going to break the silence, that's for sure.
Rolan grips the steering wheel tightly, finally taking a second to look at Kian. Heâs beautiful, to say the least. Disheveled and disgruntled, but beautiful. And worrying. Rolan drives back to his house with practiced ease.
Rand waits until the car starts moving, and then slowly scoots his hand over until he finds one of Kian's, holding it tightly. He thinks that if he lets go, he's going to run again. He wished he would stop fucking running.
"You already making new friends?" he asks after a minute, "or were you just... drinking by yourself? In the middle of the week?"
They flinch, but still let Rand hold his hand. It's not really like they can do much except dodge if- no, when they try to hurt her again. Sure, it worked a bit for them last time, but... he should probably just accept this shit now, right?
"Just got bored." She doesn't have to tell anyone why she left. He feels weaker, like all of his body is just fucking trying to make him suffer.
His grip loosens on his hand slightly, and he instead begins to gently rub a thumb over his knuckles, just trying to make sure he stays calm. He doesn't know why Kian was out here, or why he wasn't answering any of his questions. Does he hate him? Does he not trust either of them? It made him want to panic, to freak the fuck out and scream and throw things, but that wasn't a normal, well-adjusted adult thing to do, so instead he just held his hand.
"Sorry, man." He mumbles after a bit of silence, sounding as if he's ashamed about something.
Kian really didn't like this. Like, at all.
Maybe she did want them to be there, to just listen, but they can't just have that, can they. It's the same shit every time- it was the same with her ex, itâs going to be the same here. Pretending to give a fuck for one moment and then being hurt the next. He was just going to let the pain happen this time. They would be fine. It wouldn't be as bad, she knows that much.
Maybe if she tried more, then she would deserve it. They have a plan, though, so it would be fine.
He wore a sleeveless corset-like top, ruffles on the top and bottom of it. His skirt was incredibly flowy, with a petticoat underneath. They adorn a lot of necklaces, as well as a black zip up sweater- the same one she wore when going to see their therapist.
Also. The Niklaus tattoo is showing.
She sits at the bar, her skirt flowing down behind her. In her hand is some sort of cocktail.
( @timrand1953 @rolandeep7 )
Rand, dragging Rolan behind him, drags him into the bar, scanning the area rapidly before spotting Kian's bright hair amongst the dimmed surroundings. He rushes over to him, bumping into a few people and not bothering to apologize, and stands next to him, about to say something, but he stops.
"Holy shit," he breathes, barely hesitating, "dude, what the- you're fuckin' beautiful- what's the occasion?? It's- god, I'm just glad you're safe." He reaches to take one of his hands, but then just holds his out, trembling just slightly.
He tenses up for a second upon hearing them, before taking a deep breath and calming down. They spin around gracefully on the stool, a smile on her face. He takes Rand's hand, shaking a lot. The touch, for once, feels dangerous before it should be coming from them. He knows it's not true, but theres a chance. And it probably will be later.
As soon as their heels touch the ground, they let go of Rand's hand, moving it down to their side. He tilts his head to the left when she processes what Rand said. "There's no occasion..? Why- I- I just wore it 'cause I could."
"Hey uh- can we do reunions and admiring Kian in the car, please? Sorry." His hands are very clearly shaking.
"Yeah- yeah, sorry, man," he looks away, his face flushed and eyes wide beneath his glasses, "c'mon, let's get in the car." He begins to walk back towards the exit, beelining through the crowd again to get out of this place as fast as possible.
They grab money from their bag, paying- and leaving some sort of tip, she didn't count how much.
He dodges and weaves through the people, avoiding touching anyone.
Rolan guides the group back toward his car, biting back a million questions and praying Rand does the same. He canât scare Kian and have him run back into the bar, because he might not know how to help right now, but if Kianâs alone, he canât even make sure sheâs alive. So he bites his tongue and opens the car door.
Rand goes to open his mouth to ask a flood of different questions himself, but he looks to Rolan and gets the hint, instead keeping his mouth shut. He makes sure Kian gets in the car before climbing in behind him, sitting next to him in the backseat.
The silence is... odd. But it's probably a good sign. Kian looks out the window, staring at the piles of snow. She hasn't ever seen snow before she got here. It's prettier than in the movies.
He's probably not going to remember this tomorrow. Fuck, he really doesn't want to deal with a hangover in front of them, but way she goes or whatever.
They are not going to break the silence, that's for sure.
Rolan grips the steering wheel tightly, finally taking a second to look at Kian. Heâs beautiful, to say the least. Disheveled and disgruntled, but beautiful. And worrying. Rolan drives back to his house with practiced ease.
Rand waits until the car starts moving, and then slowly scoots his hand over until he finds one of Kian's, holding it tightly. He thinks that if he lets go, he's going to run again. He wished he would stop fucking running.
"You already making new friends?" he asks after a minute, "or were you just... drinking by yourself? In the middle of the week?"
Kian really didn't like this. Like, at all.
Maybe she did want them to be there, to just listen, but they can't just have that, can they. It's the same shit every time- it was the same with her ex, itâs going to be the same here. Pretending to give a fuck for one moment and then being hurt the next. He was just going to let the pain happen this time. They would be fine. It wouldn't be as bad, she knows that much.
Maybe if she tried more, then she would deserve it. They have a plan, though, so it would be fine.
He wore a sleeveless corset-like top, ruffles on the top and bottom of it. His skirt was incredibly flowy, with a petticoat underneath. They adorn a lot of necklaces, as well as a black zip up sweater- the same one she wore when going to see their therapist.
Also. The Niklaus tattoo is showing.
She sits at the bar, her skirt flowing down behind her. In her hand is some sort of cocktail.
( @timrand1953 @rolandeep7 )
Rand, dragging Rolan behind him, drags him into the bar, scanning the area rapidly before spotting Kian's bright hair amongst the dimmed surroundings. He rushes over to him, bumping into a few people and not bothering to apologize, and stands next to him, about to say something, but he stops.
"Holy shit," he breathes, barely hesitating, "dude, what the- you're fuckin' beautiful- what's the occasion?? It's- god, I'm just glad you're safe." He reaches to take one of his hands, but then just holds his out, trembling just slightly.
He tenses up for a second upon hearing them, before taking a deep breath and calming down. They spin around gracefully on the stool, a smile on her face. He takes Rand's hand, shaking a lot. The touch, for once, feels dangerous before it should be coming from them. He knows it's not true, but theres a chance. And it probably will be later.
As soon as their heels touch the ground, they let go of Rand's hand, moving it down to their side. He tilts his head to the left when she processes what Rand said. "There's no occasion..? Why- I- I just wore it 'cause I could."
"Hey uh- can we do reunions and admiring Kian in the car, please? Sorry." His hands are very clearly shaking.
"Yeah- yeah, sorry, man," he looks away, his face flushed and eyes wide beneath his glasses, "c'mon, let's get in the car." He begins to walk back towards the exit, beelining through the crowd again to get out of this place as fast as possible.
They grab money from their bag, paying- and leaving some sort of tip, she didn't count how much.
He dodges and weaves through the people, avoiding touching anyone.
Rolan guides the group back toward his car, biting back a million questions and praying Rand does the same. He canât scare Kian and have him run back into the bar, because he might not know how to help right now, but if Kianâs alone, he canât even make sure sheâs alive. So he bites his tongue and opens the car door.
Rand goes to open his mouth to ask a flood of different questions himself, but he looks to Rolan and gets the hint, instead keeping his mouth shut. He makes sure Kian gets in the car before climbing in behind him, sitting next to him in the backseat.
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Kian really didn't like this. Like, at all.
Maybe she did want them to be there, to just listen, but they can't just have that, can they. It's the same shit every time- it was the same with her ex, itâs going to be the same here. Pretending to give a fuck for one moment and then being hurt the next. He was just going to let the pain happen this time. They would be fine. It wouldn't be as bad, she knows that much.
Maybe if she tried more, then she would deserve it. They have a plan, though, so it would be fine.
He wore a sleeveless corset-like top, ruffles on the top and bottom of it. His skirt was incredibly flowy, with a petticoat underneath. They adorn a lot of necklaces, as well as a black zip up sweater- the same one she wore when going to see their therapist.
Also. The Niklaus tattoo is showing.
She sits at the bar, her skirt flowing down behind her. In her hand is some sort of cocktail.
( @timrand1953 @rolandeep7 )
Rand, dragging Rolan behind him, drags him into the bar, scanning the area rapidly before spotting Kian's bright hair amongst the dimmed surroundings. He rushes over to him, bumping into a few people and not bothering to apologize, and stands next to him, about to say something, but he stops.
"Holy shit," he breathes, barely hesitating, "dude, what the- you're fuckin' beautiful- what's the occasion?? It's- god, I'm just glad you're safe." He reaches to take one of his hands, but then just holds his out, trembling just slightly.
He tenses up for a second upon hearing them, before taking a deep breath and calming down. They spin around gracefully on the stool, a smile on her face. He takes Rand's hand, shaking a lot. The touch, for once, feels dangerous before it should be coming from them. He knows it's not true, but theres a chance. And it probably will be later.
As soon as their heels touch the ground, they let go of Rand's hand, moving it down to their side. He tilts his head to the left when she processes what Rand said. "There's no occasion..? Why- I- I just wore it 'cause I could."
"Hey uh- can we do reunions and admiring Kian in the car, please? Sorry." His hands are very clearly shaking.
"Yeah- yeah, sorry, man," he looks away, his face flushed and eyes wide beneath his glasses, "c'mon, let's get in the car." He begins to walk back towards the exit, beelining through the crowd again to get out of this place as fast as possible.
Kian really didn't like this. Like, at all.
Maybe she did want them to be there, to just listen, but they can't just have that, can they. It's the same shit every time- it was the same with her ex, itâs going to be the same here. Pretending to give a fuck for one moment and then being hurt the next. He was just going to let the pain happen this time. They would be fine. It wouldn't be as bad, she knows that much.
Maybe if she tried more, then she would deserve it. They have a plan, though, so it would be fine.
He wore a sleeveless corset-like top, ruffles on the top and bottom of it. His skirt was incredibly flowy, with a petticoat underneath. They adorn a lot of necklaces, as well as a black zip up sweater- the same one she wore when going to see their therapist.
Also. The Niklaus tattoo is showing.
She sits at the bar, her skirt flowing down behind her. In her hand is some sort of cocktail.
( @timrand1953 @rolandeep7 )
Rand, dragging Rolan behind him, drags him into the bar, scanning the area rapidly before spotting Kian's bright hair amongst the dimmed surroundings. He rushes over to him, bumping into a few people and not bothering to apologize, and stands next to him, about to say something, but he stops.
"Holy shit," he breathes, barely hesitating, "dude, what the- you're fuckin' beautiful- what's the occasion?? It's- god, I'm just glad you're safe." He reaches to take one of his hands, but then just holds his out, trembling just slightly.
