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We’ve been together for 6 years. We’ve already lost the enthusiasm that we had at the beginning of our relationship. But our love for each other hasn’t changed.
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An awkward chuckle filters out of him at seeing Desmond barely able to hold onto the last strands of his balance. His hand hovers near the other’s arm, in case a rescue was needed to keep the other on his feet and he ignores the sarcasm in the other’s words as he gives him a bright chuckle.
“You kind of look like it as well,” he says, gaze roaming over the empty street. “Give me a minute,” he mutters before he goes to gather his bike from where it was discarded in the middle of the road. “Come on, can you walk?” Sebastian makes with a friendly smile as soon as he is back by the other’s side. “I’m making sure you get some sleep tonight and loads of water, okay?” he offers with a gentle chuckle, hand reaching for the other’s arm to pry him away from the pole Desmond has made friends with.
His glasses feel crooked, and he wonders if they’re bent. He’s a little nauseous, not a lot, but that seems to be getting worse by the moment. He stumbles a bit because the world feels as tipsy as he is, just as off kilter. when the other reaches out to him, he can’t help but hold on.
When he finally grabs him, he’s just barely got a hold of his sleeve. It’s pretty soft, actually. But definitely not enough to support himself on. He reaches a little further, and gets an okay grip on the guy’s elbow, and figures that’s enough to let go of the pole he was steadying himself on.
“I... don’t think I’ll puke bu’ the world is definitely spinning... it would be good to lie down.”
He wonders if the bike would be a good idea or if he’d be making this guy walk with it... there’s a part of him trying to science out if feeling himself actually moving was better than letting the world swirl around him. A breeze on his face might be just what he needs too.
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“ fuck , you scared me !! ” he pressed his back against the wall , palm pressed against his chest as if to calm his heart . “ if you were here , you coulda said something !! ” he said , but to the other’s defense … he did have his earphones on .
“I... definitely did.” Is that a normal reaction to someone tapping you on the shoulder? Or does this guy exist to test Desmond’s nerves today? He is absolutely not in the mood to be yelled at for trying to be a good samaritan. “Your bag is wide open, you should make sure nobody took anything. That’s all I wanted to say.”
real talk i love all my ocs i just don’t want to make icons or switch between blogs and shit so like? my other blog may stay abandoned until i got a good grasp on who desmond is again lmao
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@nymphxlis // Sebastian for Desmond.
The tiredness of the day only now presses on his shoulders, making his tense and sore, especially when his mind wanders to the next few days. For the first time in forever, Sebastian feels like he has spread himself too thin, however he can’t back out hallway through the semester from the extra classes he has chosen to take this year. Just as he is about to internally lament more about his life, the sound of what seems angry voices wafts to him and he slows down his pedalling just in time to catch the whole affair. He doesn’t recognise him at first, basking in the poorly lit glow of the darkened streets, however as he stops to watch him get kicked out from the bar, Sebastian puts a name to the face. Desmond - always sits a few rows behind him, has never jumped at the chance of having Sebastian’s attention lavished on him.
With a leap, the bike is left behind and his steps bring him closer to the silhouette who is currently raging - Sebastian can guess - at the bouncer. He presents an appeasing smile to the tall man, slotting himself to the side of his class mate, an arm wrapped around his shoulders.
“You need some help, Desmond?” he asks, turning his bright grin towards the bouncer now. “He’s my friend, thanks for looking after him,” he says as he presents a cute smile, before beckoning Desmond away from the bar. “Hey, you okay? Like… You don’t look good?” he says, a tinge of worry in his voice as he inspects the other, spotting the bruise on his cheek.
To say it was a fight would be generous. Desmond wasn’t a fighter, he was just an idiot, really, who didn’t like when people felt comfortable using slurs in a public place. So he picked an unwinnable fight, lost miserably, and got kicked out for trying. Really, he is just fucking stupid.
He skids to a stop on the sidewalk, barely stopping himself from a faceplant by clinging to a street sign as he knocks into it. The world isn’t spinning just yet, but does seem to be swaying a bit. He holds on for dear life, waiting for the floor to stop moving.
The fight has gone out of him. He wants to holler at the bouncer to throw out the other guy too, but before he can even take a breath to yell, there’s someone at his side, gently easing him off the sign and supporting his unsteady footing.
Desmond recognizes him a little. It’s a hazy night, blurred by bad neons and bad choices, but he thinks he knows this guy from some horticulture class.
Wonderful. He laughs joylessly at the thought of someone seeing him like this. God, he really fucked up this time, huh? “Yeah, ‘m fucking fantastic. M’ face hurts like I go’ punched with a brick.”
Sometimes, the pressure to succeed really does weigh him down, and he wants to just disappear into the wilderness, never to return. Why not just live like a hermit, with no one to talk to but the trees and the soil? It seems like it would be much more peaceful that way.
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The Art of Kiki’s Delivery Service (2006 art book)
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Ballinastoe Woods / Ireland (by Sean O'Riordan).
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Ireland
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The old library, Trinity College, Dublin, Ireland.
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this is a social experiment reblog this if u were rping on tumblr before 2016
real talk i can’t throw out any open starters because i don’t know what to do with desmond in his main real world verse. the country has gone fucking insane and he’s struggling to know what he wants to do with his life, and that’s just too existential for a lighthearted open.
throw ideas at me to plot with you! throw out random au’s, no au is too big or too small!