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Dear simon blackquill what do you think about maroon 5
They're.....certainly musicians.
-Simon Blackquill
Oh shut up Simon! They're boppin, you don't even know!
I don't think you understand the masterful musicisanin-ness and lyricism in a song like Payphone.
Like, "I'm at a payphone, trying to call home," that almost rhymes!
-Thena
Yeah, well, appearances can be deceiving! I'll knock you out!
*Athena grins, hands on her hips. Simon's eyes narrow, sliding his sword out of its sheath.*
"Want who to see me? What do you want with Athena?"
*theres a man just… standing there*
*he’s watching Athena, seemingly wanting to approach her but not quite sure how*
( @ask-the-layton-system )
um....
Hi..?
-Thena
*Simon prepares to draw his blade in anticipation. strange men will not harass Athena tonight.*
ure so cool
aww, Simonn!
they think you're cool! they must not know you very well, hahaha!
On the contray, Cykes-dono, they have eyes to see. You are blinded by your youth, you willl see in time.
Nein, it is the youth who always know what the cool things are! always!
-Athena & Simon
((out of character, thank you so much! i'm sure you're really cool too!))
Aura San is not happy that I have yet another sword. Though, it may be my ghostly appearance she doesn’t like
......?
M-Mom??
-Athena
Wait.
You also see her?
-Simon Blackquill
ATHENA’S HERE??? Is she still here??
Hey-o!
Yeah I'm here! Where else would I be?
-Thena
(note, for the purposes of this blog, it's still Friday night, and will be for a couple more hours-we'll see how long exactly!)
You....don't have anything, do you? these are blank pages, nothing on them.
Were you actually in my room? likely not, Taka would have clawed you, but then, I suppose she's not always home. My room is my scantum, stay out of it.
*Simon turns to go, calling Taka to light on his shoulder, muttering under his breath.*
(It would seem Simon can not see past the fourth wall. He does not seem to notice, however, the envelope slipped under the door.)
(will you open it?)
((continuing from here with @umi-teardrop))
Oh please, I wasn't going to actually hurt the man.
*Simon shifts, looking away*
"he's.... fine. Loud. Self-aggrandizing. Smells like ashes. Could probably bench the weight of his firetruck, which I'm certain drew Fool-Bright to him to begin with. Rover loves him, or so I'm told.
What does it matter? Fool-Bright is head over heels it would seem. He's been spending all his time with the man, I'm sure they'll be very happy.
*a twinge of bitterness, perhaps?*
-Simon Blackquill
*Simon turns, eyes narrow.*
"What now?"
(Inside the envelope is a series of candid photos-it seems someone ordered them after getting pictures developed, the whole Fulbright Clan is shown off, aunts, uncles, the works. And, nestled in between a shot of Bobby arm-wrestling and a picture of Nana scolding her sister, is the one Umi was looking for. Simon, asleep, leaning on Bobby's arm, holding his hand as he dozes. The picture is fuzzy, just slightly out of focus, and Bobby is away from the camera, presumably speaking to someone, but it could not be anyone but them.)
"I'm all out of patience, and I'm not going to keep waiting while you throw out baseless accusations.
-Simon Blackquill
((continuing from here with @umi-teardrop))
Oh please, I wasn't going to actually hurt the man.
*Simon shifts, looking away*
"he's.... fine. Loud. Self-aggrandizing. Smells like ashes. Could probably bench the weight of his firetruck, which I'm certain drew Fool-Bright to him to begin with. Rover loves him, or so I'm told.
What does it matter? Fool-Bright is head over heels it would seem. He's been spending all his time with the man, I'm sure they'll be very happy.
*a twinge of bitterness, perhaps?*
-Simon Blackquill
*The last lock shatters, crumbling away. Simon takes in a sharp breath, eyes wide. He had no idea the photograph existed. his mouth moves, but it makes no sound. He sinks into a sitting position, staring at the photograph.*
"I...I suppose...Nay, I must..."
"......"
".....I don't think I've ever felt the same towards him as anyone else."
-Simon Blackquill
((continuing from here with @umi-teardrop))
Oh please, I wasn't going to actually hurt the man.
*Simon shifts, looking away*
"he's.... fine. Loud. Self-aggrandizing. Smells like ashes. Could probably bench the weight of his firetruck, which I'm certain drew Fool-Bright to him to begin with. Rover loves him, or so I'm told.
What does it matter? Fool-Bright is head over heels it would seem. He's been spending all his time with the man, I'm sure they'll be very happy.
*a twinge of bitterness, perhaps?*
-Simon Blackquill
((continuing from here with @umi-teardrop))
Oh please, I wasn't going to actually hurt the man.
*Simon shifts, looking away*
"he's.... fine. Loud. Self-aggrandizing. Smells like ashes. Could probably bench the weight of his firetruck, which I'm certain drew Fool-Bright to him to begin with. Rover loves him, or so I'm told.
What does it matter? Fool-Bright is head over heels it would seem. He's been spending all his time with the man, I'm sure they'll be very happy.
*a twinge of bitterness, perhaps?*
-Simon Blackquill
Umi:
-Hey Athena I think Simon needs comforting
Hm?
Oh, man. Yeah, I got him. The Discord in his heart has been fluctuating a lot lately, but It sounds like some of it has cleared out. Man just gotta process some things.
But hey, that's why I'm here, right?
Time: 2:34, Friday Night.
I've been doing a lot of thinking lately, and...perhaps I have not been entirely honest with Fulbright about how I feel.
I did not believe I was ready for a relationship, I still do not, but.....
It is dishonest to claim there is no feeling there.
Surely it is too late, however. Even if Fulbright has ever felt the same for me, he is with his man even now. I can not confront him with these feelings, he has them for another. Besides, I....do not know that I am good for others.
What am I to do?
-Simon Blackquill
Time: 3:28, friday night
*the phone rings, Simon stirs from his slumber on a pull out bed, rubbing sleep from his eyes. recognizing the number, he flips the phone open, bringing it to his face. nearby, Athena shifts in her sleeping bag, but does not wake.*
"Fulbright?"
the voice on the other end is fuzzy, panicked, and not Fulbright's.
"He's freaking out I don't know what to do-"
Simon sits bolt upright, his heart in his chest.
"You're his roommate, right? is this normal?? what do I do???"
Simon wakes Athena, and grabs his boots.
"We have to go"
Time: 3:56 Friday night. Two hours until dawn.
Simon practically ran to the flat's door, fumbling with his keys as Athena jogged up behind him. The door creaked open, and Simon crossed through, not bothering to flick the light on. Taka screeched as they turned the corner together, hearing the man before Simon could see him.
"AGH!"
One Burnard House, pressed against Fulbright's door, greeted them.
"you scared me, I-I mean, he's in his room, he wouldn't stop yelling, I don't think he knows who I am..woke me from a dead sleep, I didnt know left from right. Thought I had to suit up and go to work."
Simon nodded, and cracked the door just enough to glance inward. Fulbright was still on the bed, curled in a tight ball, illuminated by the nightlight on his bedstand. f he noticed the door opening, Simon couldn't tell.
Beside Simon, Burnie spoke.
"He mentioned something bad happened to him, said it was effecting his work. Is this related...?"
"Yes."
"What happened?"
Simon paused a moment, "He hasnt told you?"
Burnie shook his head.
"It seemed like a touchy subject, figured I'd find out if it was important for me to know. Didn't figure it would come up now."
Simon sighed, and slipped in.
Hello person who runs this account, did you see Simon in that cunty little pose
((you mean this one?))
((yeah, I saw! He's fabulous! And very silly.))
((-Marina))
the bird is so cute...
then and now
/please don't tag as junithena it's not
some more misc aa doodles cuz why nottttt