Okay so I’ll reblog this on all my blogs, but basically as of tomorrow I start at university and of course that’ll mean a whole bunch of time will be taken up with going there and doing work. Especially for the first month ish as I’m getting my bearings, so I’ll be going in on my my scheduled days, until I figure out any I can skip and do online. Anyways yes, I’ve been a a four month break up until now so I’ve been super active, not anymore unfortunately T^T. Also I’ll be going in everyday this week for Orientation week ( unless it’s boring or something)

Okay so I’ll reblog this on all my blogs, but basically as of tomorrow I start at university and of course that’ll mean a whole bunch of time will be taken up with going there and doing work. Especially for the first month ish as I’m getting my bearings, so I’ll be going in on my my scheduled days, until I figure out any I can skip and do online. Anyways yes, I’ve been a a four month break up until now so I’ve been super active, not anymore unfortunately T^T. Also I’ll be going in everyday this week for Orientation week ( unless it’s boring or something)

              westley nodded, hand tightening on Angelo’s sleeve as he moved closer against the other’s side. the blond wasn’t sure how to place the area, it was unlike anything he’d ever seen before. are they supposed to get a drink, or dance? he wondered what angelo would want to do. 

                                            ❛ —wh-what do y-you wa-want to d-do. ❜ 

Text to ↳ @escortedpurity

( SMS → Angelo ) My professor keeps using Star Wars analogies. ( SMS → Angelo ) I’ve never seen Star Wars, though ( SMS → Angleo ) so I’m lost. ( SMS → Angelo ) Is Darth Vader really Luke’s father?

            he raised his hand to signal the bartender && order two drinks for the both of them. a sigh ranking through his body as he leaned against the counter, eyes closing for but a moment before he looked back up at angelo. 

                                               ❛ —so, what are you running from tonight? ❜

            westley took a deep breath, hand holding tighter to Angelo’s sleeve. the other ruffling his hair was somewhat more comforting than he thought it could be, eyes going wide as they made their way in. 

              ❛ —h-how many pe-people do y-you th-think they h-have in th-this bu-building? ❜ 

“Shit! You okay?”  Florentin nearly knocked his chair over standing up as quickly as he did.  With one hand on the table for balance, he reached over and patted Angelo on the back.  Not exactly effective considering how lightly he was doing it, worried about hurting him, but the intent was there if nothing else.

Silly witch.

Sure the other wasn’t actually going to choke, he sat back down, brows dipping for a moment as he felt himself blush as embarrassment bubbled up.  “Sorry…” 

He was glad Angelo hadn’t had anyone else come after him.  He liked the other guy, he was easy to be around.  “I’m glad to hear that.  People shouldn’t push like that, it’s not right.”

He tried to hold back his laughter at the other’s overreaction, the way he’d actually stood up and patted his back to help him. It was nice, but probably unnecessary. Not that he didn’t appreciated it. He brought the back of his hand up to cover his mouth, an attempt to cover the large smirk that had curled his lips. Angelo shook his head at the apology. ‘ It’s fine. You don’t need to apologize. Thanks Flo. At least now I know if I’m ever choking you’ve got my back.’ He might have been teasing a little.

“Doing it anyway.”  Florentin grinned, quick and bright.  “Not like you can stop me.”  Was it childish for him to stick his tongue out?  Probably.  But he did it anyway. 

Another chip disappeared. 

“How’ve you been anyway?  No more weirdos refusing to leave you alone?”  He propped his head up on his hand, strangely bright eyes scanning Angelo’s face.  Perhaps it was strange he was worried about him, considering they still didn’t know that much about each other but it was what it was.  The witch had a protective streak a mile long, it was hard for him to tamp it down at the best of times.

Vasi was tall, and muscular, but he weighed more than he looked like he should.  Heavy bones, they had to be, to undergo the constant transformations.  So when he took hold of the hand offered to him, he very nearly pulled the stranger down with him, instead of pulling himself up.  

Still, he managed to gain his footing without crashing back down into a pile of limbs.  He swayed, running a hand through his hair, fluffing it up at the back.  He forgot to let go of the strangers hand.

“Thanks kid.  Glad y’ woke me, even if I didn’t wanna wake up.  Fucking hate the rain, ain’t used to it, gets my…”  He’d been about to say fur, but, well, that was admitting something he didn’t need strangers knowing.  “hair wet.  Ruins the colour.”

               west nodded, reaching a hand out to grab onto the other’s sleeve. he figured he wouldn’t like it && would want to leave quickly, but he needed to try to do something different. 

                                                ❛ —o-okay, l-let’s t-try this. ❜

               if anyone could play the pretend game, it was for sure Connor. he’s spent the better half of his life living a lie. why not add onto it? 

           ❛ —I don’t know about you, but I’m thinking getting drunk is also a good plan? ❜