Hey! Let's play a game!

Location: Corona Castle Ballroom

Confusion was not part of the musician's primary characteristics, scowling and narrowing his eyes as if that would offer an answer to calm that knot that threatened to crush the lungs. Oh rather, to make the air return to them. "Do I know you? You have a face that certainly doesn't fit with the others." Of course there were better ways to star a conversation, but Nathan been Nathan, that was an option that flew out of the window a s soon he opened the mouth to speak. Kinda weird, but the feeling of having coincided with that man did not stop pestering and creating doubts. What a mess, if he wasn't someone from the present then there was an option that was better to avoid. Past. Those years were like looking at an old scar, a horrible event that you can cover up but not erase. Not having too many good things except one. The hand tightened around the glass, blinking as if a ghost appeared in the room. "Don't tell me ... You're that kid that always come to the orphanage on Christmas with that kind woman?" He probably won't recognize him, several years had passed and Nathan didn't look like that lonely kid he was. "I was one of those boys who used to live there, just wanted to say thank you for that, but never had the chance." @theswordoftruth​

fawn-goodwinn​:

rcxannemartin​:

Location: Corona Castle Ballroom

This kind of parties were kind of weird, not in a bad way but rather like an indefinable thing which meaning was complex, not seeing the point of dressing so formal but not caring enough about it. A party is a party, no matter if people want to use a chessy name to define it. Lips curled in a mocking grin, fingers tapping the almost-empty glass whose content was far from being a simple drink, leaving an alcoholic aroma that now burned in the musician's throat. Nathan only released a funny growl, as if the mind had already started that game of the mouse cat where each drink annulled the ability to understand. Better play a game where be afraid seems impossible, so far like a cloud in the sky. Being present but without a way to achieve it. "C'mon Fawn! You keep this rhythm, you're gonna win this self-proclaimed winner of been able to drink this much and stand up." Stupid gambling, bad decisions made, none willing to back down. Vicious circle. The surprise could not be more palpable, the musician arched an eyebrow at the woman's apparent determination and perseverance. Usually, the tables were opposite with her being the one who practically dragged him away from troubles and stick to not make huge mess. Not like it always works, but was weird yet funny be on the same page. An admirable smile, ignoring bland conversations or lights that seemed too bright. Hopefully, that moment wouldn't be forgotten the next day. "Okay okay, pretty lady! You win!" Dropping the full weight of the body against the seat, Nibs just put an expression similar to that one that was labeled as the 'puppy eyes', putting an arm around her shoulders. "Happy of winning this poor guy and breaking his heart? How cruel can you be?" Obviously it was a joke, spoiling the act of being unable to stop laughing. "Kidding, I could never be mad at you. What's the new plan here? Excited to spend another year with your favorite lost boy, miss Goodwinn?" @fawn-goodwinn​

Who could guess that Nathan would be ready for this? This Lost boy isn’t exactly the defenition of 'an individual that is capacitated to stay in a formal mode'. But there's always a first chance for everything, kinda. As long as there is a chance to party all the night and have free drinks, everything should be fine even if this is too classical.

calebthecubster​:

Taking free time was a treasure that for now was feeling more like a burden than a gift, the monotony of what Nathan's life had become now did not help at all to appease those kinds of thoughts but at least he was decent enough to keep that wrecked train away from the others. After all, It won't be fair to do that now. That animosity was faded of the mind when the eyes recognized that familiar figure standing in front of a window, an amused smile appearing on his lips. Better to put a smile and stick to the carefree role. "Sup Cal! What’s going on?" Fells like a big time since the las time both of them spoke, but that was how the lost boys were, preferring to let fate decide when it was time to meet again. A gentle nudge was given to the other band member's arm, a mocking expression on his face as his eyes dictated the message that the act had been purposeful, putting and arm to around the other’s shoulders to bring Caleb closer. This guy seems to be cold anyways. Perplexity outweighed mischief, blinking slowly as the brain pocessed what kind of response he could give for that ask. Really, this was getting interesting. "Dude, if I have the chance to own a little village, It'll be the best one of all. Probably I would have a bit of everything, as if it were a journey through all corners of the world." The explanation was not very elaborate, but the answer was adequate. The head turned to look at Caleb, with a cute twinkle in his eyes but trying not to be too soft. "Nature and a halloween town? Now that's a new concept, I love it by the way." Maybe both men didn't share the same kind of taste for decoration or hobbies, but being different was better than settling for the common, that was the perfect spark for a friendship. Looking around, the head pointed to a near place where they served Christmas products, especially a cafe of Nathan's favorites that contained all kinds of Christmas sweets. "So, Cubby, wanna go with me and grab something? Cold is comming and I will die for one of those sugar-laden wonders."

ilymissbxll​:

Christmas shopping could be stressful but at the same time they had something exciting, that or it was the twisted sense of humor of the musician, who enjoyed seeing how some people made a scene for something as trivial as not finding an item of clothing. Hands already carrying different bags from a large number of stores, meaning that a lot of people were going to have a Christmas present on their side. "Huh?" Returning his attention to his friend, Nathan nudged her gently with a hint of mischief. "Really? Here I was thinking that I was the first one on your list and now is when you tell that you didn't have anything for me? So sad." Cheeky phrase, since it was understandable not to have all the gifts yet but that was an opportunity to joke so as not to be wasted. A wink was all the signal to say that nothing was serious, putting on a friendly smile. "As long as it's not sweet coal or socks, pretty sure that the guys or Tink will give me that, She still mad that I give her white socks as a present." Not regrets for that, her reaction to that was priceless and made the risk worthy. Thinking again about the topic, he realized that he was in the same boat as her. Not present for Roxanne yet, time to fix that. "Seriously, I don't want something too flashy or expensive. A rechargeable laser tag set or even a root beer science kit for beginners would be fine, but not pressure. What about you? I have a few choices in mind for you but I want to hear an oppinions first. " Not to mention that Nathan feels that Rox deserves something cool to end this year, she's been such a good addition for his group of friends and they really get along. "Let’s skip that part when it’s obvious that I’m an hypocrite person. Just ask and your wish will become real, except if you wish to have a crocodile as a pet. Cool animals but not the genuines to keep around." @rcxannemartin​

It was well said that the actions of a person could not be judged with the naked eye, in Nathan's case, this was a true fact given the tendency to act without any plan in mind and with only the idea of ​​getting carried away in any situation to have fun. Including an ex even without warning. Confident smile but avoiding gaze for long, hands clenched around the grips of the bag in which all the loot reserved for them jingled slightly. "And a happy new year!" The humming was exaggerated, though the excitement that any previous concerns had not been thrown overboard. A defiant brow rose effortlessly, tongue clicking at such a suggestion about gifts. "Ouch, that hurts Daph! You know that I'm more original than that." Generic gifts wasn't an option, that only shows that a person was too 'lazy' to search for something that a friend might appreciated more than a sweater or a gift card. Nope, not an option. Her eyes widened, for once not knowing what to say as she grabbed his hand to lead him into the townhouse while her body welcomed the arrival of heat. It certainly hadn't been smart to go out alone in a thin jacket and jeans but it's not like Nathan thinks things through before he does. "Woah, you guys really like Christmas. I don't know why but I thought you guys would have little monsters with Christmas outfits hanging from a Christmas tree." Excess decoration almost damaged the view, so many colors and different shapes everywhere. Kinda cute, he and Ty just had a little tree squeezed against a corner of the shared room, although it's not like there was room for much. The bag was carefully placed on the ground, although he took out a bottle from among all those stored and a medium-size package wrapped in crumpled purple paper. "I know that we didn't talk about gifts but I wanted to see a nice fella for once." Not waiting for an awnser, the gift was extended to Daphne with a cheery smile. "Early Christmas gift?" @meddlingdaphne​

Smile soon became noticeable on the face of the musician, so common that any of the Lost Boys would knock each other's doors at random times without caring if it was late or not. Childish? Maybe yes or no, but that habit hadn't changed in a long time and Nathan would rather lose a hand than leave that part behind. "Awww, so nice feeling appreciated for once. Is that your christmas present for me?" Joking, an eyebrow rose as the body leaned its full weight against the doorframe, in no particular rush to get back to the bedroom where Tyler had still lain from the night before. The smile disappeared for a moment, replaced by a shrug of the shoulders and a roll of the eyes in a false grimace of feeling hurt. "So rude! What did you expect from me, a phone call? That's so impersonal and vague, my presence is much more pleasant." Of course Sawyer's complaints were justified, but agreeing meant giving in, and Nibs wasn't about to step back even for such a stupid reason. "Now that you're awake, wanna go to grab something for breakfast?" @slightlysawyer​

Childish games turning into really competitions and serious battles were a common thing in the Lost Boy's agenda. Always wanting to compete and jump headfirst into any challenge that the day offered, even more so if it involved those closest to him. And this was one of those tempting occasions that Nathan's pride couldn't resist, almost going into 'competitive-yet-easy going' mode just to dive deeper in the experience. Not focusing enough to notice that snowball that it unavoidably slammed into his back, feeling more like an invisible stab because it implied the worst. Tink had the first point. "Hey! You little ...!" Not time to keep talking, a second snowball slammed into the chest as Nibs whirled around, nearly causing the musician to stumble and stumble. Narrowly. Eyes shining with desire to return those two attacks and muscles eager to start moving, a quick glance revealed another more evident factor that had still been unnoticed. The trees. "You sly little woman. This time you have exceeded my expectations of finding a hiding place. I would dare to say that when the boys find out, the concept of refuge and strategy will have to be redefined." Not losing sight of her for a second, the musician grabbed his own weaponry of snowballs, irregular shapes of snow that had not been completely compacted, for the sole purpose of serving as projectiles. Defiant smile and challenging eyes. "You might have the first strike, but this is not over." That tree doesn't look too hard to climb, but that woul forced the man to momentarily drop the defense and give her more opportunities to attack. Not again. "This game isn't over, little lady, the beast is awake and is ready to get revenge." This time was Nathan's turn to attack, providing a clean throw that hit the woman's leg as He practically hides himseld behind a tree to think the next move. "Come out to play Tink! You can't stay up there eternally! Eventually, you'll have to get down and I'll ..." The voice sounded confident, confidence evident. "Be waiting for you." @missbxll​