The Proscenium; Jeremiahofphilo - Tumblr Posts - Page 2
“WHAT? Jer what—“
She breaks out into laughter the moment his words fully processed, just flat out missing her chance to retaliate. Her face turns red, not because she was even going to ask about that, but because it was just so absurd she still somehow felt some level of embarrassment that he even brought it up.
“Gods, Jer, that’s not—your love life wasn’t even on the map, my goodness! And why would you think I thought there’s something going on between you and Xavier?” She gestures at him with the mallet still in hand as she puts the puck back on the rink. A teasing glint flashes in her eye as she serves.
“Unless you’re trying to shake me off the trail before I even step foot on it?”
(RE?)connecting; @jeremiahofphilo
Wednesday night. Cool, moderately windy, with the moon mostly blocked by the clouds.
Half an hour earlier than the agreed upon time, Dolasach arrived at the arcade—a flashy building with three floors of entertainment that ranged from the classic crane game, to a newly installed interactive holographic setup ‘that brought VR into IRL.’ Rolling up the sleeves of the beige and navy cardigan that her pouty lover insisted she wear lent her, she made her way deeper inside with a goal in mind.
Recalling that Jeremiah mentioned that he couldn’t figure out some of the machines, she made it a point to take some time to scour the place for anything that either looked like something Jeremiah would know about, or seemed like the right level of complexity for it to still be fun to figure out. Or maybe they could have fun with something they could both figure out together?
It crossed her mind that this was probably way more busywork than Jeremiah could’ve ever expected from her, but after how… Awkward? Some of their last meeting went, she just wanted to try and make sure things go relatively well. Or at least, they wouldn’t have that much dead air if it did get awkward again.
She pulled out her phone and quickly sent Jeremiah a text once she was satisfied with her findings, the time hitting close to their rendezvous.
->Mr. Philo-dendron: Let me know when you’re here, will meet you at the entrance. Take your time btw! No rush :>
Poor guy--his stammering does nothing to stop her from erupting in a fit of giggles, and the brief distraction proves enough for her to miss her shot and the puck to land straight into the goal.
"Gotcha good, huh? Thought I wouldn't pick up on how defensive you were being? I see how much you don't want to tell me how much you think of Xavier on the day to day," she further prodded, grinning a rather evil looking grin. "But aaaaalright, I'll give it a rest."
She wastes no time in sending the puck in his direction again, this time giving it a strong hit the ricochets off the sides a few times on its way to him. A two point lead felt much too big for her liking, and if she wasn't going to win, she at least wanted to keep him on his toes.
(RE?)connecting; @jeremiahofphilo
Wednesday night. Cool, moderately windy, with the moon mostly blocked by the clouds.
Half an hour earlier than the agreed upon time, Dolasach arrived at the arcade—a flashy building with three floors of entertainment that ranged from the classic crane game, to a newly installed interactive holographic setup ‘that brought VR into IRL.’ Rolling up the sleeves of the beige and navy cardigan that her pouty lover insisted she wear lent her, she made her way deeper inside with a goal in mind.
Recalling that Jeremiah mentioned that he couldn’t figure out some of the machines, she made it a point to take some time to scour the place for anything that either looked like something Jeremiah would know about, or seemed like the right level of complexity for it to still be fun to figure out. Or maybe they could have fun with something they could both figure out together?
It crossed her mind that this was probably way more busywork than Jeremiah could’ve ever expected from her, but after how… Awkward? Some of their last meeting went, she just wanted to try and make sure things go relatively well. Or at least, they wouldn’t have that much dead air if it did get awkward again.
She pulled out her phone and quickly sent Jeremiah a text once she was satisfied with her findings, the time hitting close to their rendezvous.
->Mr. Philo-dendron: Let me know when you’re here, will meet you at the entrance. Take your time btw! No rush :>
It's hard for her to say just how deeply that sweet confession strikes her; sends her heart fluttering, lighteness in her chest that leaves her in airy, fond laughter. She squeezes his hand. Her smile grows more radiant under his gaze.
In his hold, her free hand comes up to his chest and she traces little hearts onto the fabric of his shirt as she listens and speaks.
"I still think I'm luckier," she whispers. It's sincere—for what a wonder it was that after years of chasing distant dreams, she somehow found herself in the arms of someone real?
His traveling touch sends a tingle down her spine and makes her bite her lip. She holds onto his shoulders and closes the gap between then even more, her eyes glancing down at his lips before meeting his gaze.
"Then, my sorrel... I think we can both give each other what we want." She leans in close and presses a tender kiss to his lips before pulling away just enough that her lips brush against his as she speaks.
"I missed you too."
Dressing Up {Closed with @dolasach}
(Continued)
"Working on a new project. I need to have some data in place to go off of." He explains as his hands fall slowly to her hips, not missing the opportunity to let them fall a little farther than needed, but he does indeed actually need her measurements, and notes the correct numeral and has to step away to write it down, and returns to her.
His hands slide across her upper back, there's strength there that he's glad for. Nimble fingers graze against her upper bicep on one arm while he takes note of its shape and takes that number too.
"You're strong, Miss." He lets his lips fall to her ear. "You're beautiful."
Dressing Up {Closed with @dolasach}
(Continued)
"Working on a new project. I need to have some data in place to go off of." He explains as his hands fall slowly to her hips, not missing the opportunity to let them fall a little farther than needed, but he does indeed actually need her measurements, and notes the correct numeral and has to step away to write it down, and returns to her.
His hands slide across her upper back, there's strength there that he's glad for. Nimble fingers graze against her upper bicep on one arm while he takes note of its shape and takes that number too.
"You're strong, Miss." He lets his lips fall to her ear. "You're beautiful."
I would take you to the movies, but they don’t allow snacks.
Then we can stay at home and just watch a movie there. That way no one can stop us from eating our fill and having dessert too, yeah?
Oh? But what's dessert without the main course to really bring out its decadence?
Come here and lemme have a bite~
I would take you to the movies, but they don’t allow snacks.
Then we can stay at home and just watch a movie there. That way no one can stop us from eating our fill and having dessert too, yeah?
I would take you to the movies, but they don’t allow snacks.
Then we can stay at home and just watch a movie there. That way no one can stop us from eating our fill and having dessert too, yeah?
A split second of hesitation left her open enough for the puck to barely care that she'd grazed it with her mallet, only slightly shifting course while sliding into her goal. Jeremiah's lead increases to three, and Dola's left groaning at her misfortune.
"You really don't want me to ask you whatever you think I'm going to ask you, don't you?"
She lets out a chuckle followed by a sigh. There isn't much time, and by now she figures the lead's too big to catch up to, if she's lucky enough to even manage that.
Still, she isn't giving up. She sends the puck flying towards him with a serve loud enough that it had a few people looking towards them in surprise.
"You must really be dreading that little bit of honesty, hm?"
(RE?)connecting; @jeremiahofphilo
Wednesday night. Cool, moderately windy, with the moon mostly blocked by the clouds.
Half an hour earlier than the agreed upon time, Dolasach arrived at the arcade—a flashy building with three floors of entertainment that ranged from the classic crane game, to a newly installed interactive holographic setup ‘that brought VR into IRL.’ Rolling up the sleeves of the beige and navy cardigan that her pouty lover insisted she wear lent her, she made her way deeper inside with a goal in mind.
Recalling that Jeremiah mentioned that he couldn’t figure out some of the machines, she made it a point to take some time to scour the place for anything that either looked like something Jeremiah would know about, or seemed like the right level of complexity for it to still be fun to figure out. Or maybe they could have fun with something they could both figure out together?
It crossed her mind that this was probably way more busywork than Jeremiah could’ve ever expected from her, but after how… Awkward? Some of their last meeting went, she just wanted to try and make sure things go relatively well. Or at least, they wouldn’t have that much dead air if it did get awkward again.
She pulled out her phone and quickly sent Jeremiah a text once she was satisfied with her findings, the time hitting close to their rendezvous.
->Mr. Philo-dendron: Let me know when you’re here, will meet you at the entrance. Take your time btw! No rush :>
The point won is enough to motivate Dolasach to try even harder, but the odds--and her own mind--were against her.
The brief second of keen awareness that a crowd had gathered cost her a precious moment of reaction time during their volley, and it leaves her open enough for the puck to speed right past her attempt to strike it back. It slides right into the goal; the machine celebrates Jeremiah's victory with flashing bright lights and enthusiastic air horns.
She stares at his winning score.
"... Seems like you're telling the truth there."
Then she sighs out an airy laugh, setting the mallet down on the table before pulling her arcade card out as she makes her way to him.
"Congratulations," she says. Despite her disappointment, she offers him a genuine smile. "Shame I couldn't keep the pressure on all throughout, but it was fun trying to throw you off your game~"
(RE?)connecting; @jeremiahofphilo
Wednesday night. Cool, moderately windy, with the moon mostly blocked by the clouds.
Half an hour earlier than the agreed upon time, Dolasach arrived at the arcade—a flashy building with three floors of entertainment that ranged from the classic crane game, to a newly installed interactive holographic setup ‘that brought VR into IRL.’ Rolling up the sleeves of the beige and navy cardigan that her pouty lover insisted she wear lent her, she made her way deeper inside with a goal in mind.
Recalling that Jeremiah mentioned that he couldn’t figure out some of the machines, she made it a point to take some time to scour the place for anything that either looked like something Jeremiah would know about, or seemed like the right level of complexity for it to still be fun to figure out. Or maybe they could have fun with something they could both figure out together?
It crossed her mind that this was probably way more busywork than Jeremiah could’ve ever expected from her, but after how… Awkward? Some of their last meeting went, she just wanted to try and make sure things go relatively well. Or at least, they wouldn’t have that much dead air if it did get awkward again.
She pulled out her phone and quickly sent Jeremiah a text once she was satisfied with her findings, the time hitting close to their rendezvous.
->Mr. Philo-dendron: Let me know when you’re here, will meet you at the entrance. Take your time btw! No rush :>
She rolls her eyes at him, just a sprinkle salty that she'll have to watch as he uses up their points on whatever silly thing he might be planning on getting.
"A ball of fire?" she repeats, laughing at the notion. "Come on, I'm not gonna sic my flame-tossing boyfriend on you for this. He might even tease me for losing to a florist in a game about reflexes and quick thinking."
"...And luck," she adds, unable to resist teasing him a little more in a faux-sore loser kind of way. She tries to follow his line of sight to where he was looking, curious about what he'll be buying with their points.
Though her eyes still lingered on the prize she'd been planning on getting, which was a small collection of little Artsy Birb figures in different poses.
"Sooo... Anything caught your eye?"
(RE?)connecting; @jeremiahofphilo
Wednesday night. Cool, moderately windy, with the moon mostly blocked by the clouds.
Half an hour earlier than the agreed upon time, Dolasach arrived at the arcade—a flashy building with three floors of entertainment that ranged from the classic crane game, to a newly installed interactive holographic setup ‘that brought VR into IRL.’ Rolling up the sleeves of the beige and navy cardigan that her pouty lover insisted she wear lent her, she made her way deeper inside with a goal in mind.
Recalling that Jeremiah mentioned that he couldn’t figure out some of the machines, she made it a point to take some time to scour the place for anything that either looked like something Jeremiah would know about, or seemed like the right level of complexity for it to still be fun to figure out. Or maybe they could have fun with something they could both figure out together?
It crossed her mind that this was probably way more busywork than Jeremiah could’ve ever expected from her, but after how… Awkward? Some of their last meeting went, she just wanted to try and make sure things go relatively well. Or at least, they wouldn’t have that much dead air if it did get awkward again.
She pulled out her phone and quickly sent Jeremiah a text once she was satisfied with her findings, the time hitting close to their rendezvous.
->Mr. Philo-dendron: Let me know when you’re here, will meet you at the entrance. Take your time btw! No rush :>
There's something about his seemingly random selection process that prodded at her brain as she watched him spend their points.
On one hand, it feels like an interesting peek into what sort of person Jeremiah is, with a few choices he made surprising her. On the other, she so desperately wanted to point out a few prizes that she knew were more worth the points.
But as sore of a loser as she could be, she wasn't about to go that low. Even if the look her was giving her made her want to flick his forehead.
"... You..."
She looks between him and the pile of assorted trinkets. Some were along the lines of what she'd like, but for the most part she can absolutely tell that he was just taking the piss out of her.
Predictably, she takes on of the bookmarks he picked out first. Then after rummaging through the pile, she manages to pick a few things that she thought were cute little mementos to remember the day by--a small Fluffy Thistle charm, a silly Kitty Card Kitty pen, and a couple of scrunchies.
"I sure hope you're pleased with your haul," she said, side-eyeing him as she tied her hair back with one of the scrunchies she'd taken. "None of these are what I would've spent the points on, but I'm glad I got to take home something from... your winnings."
(RE?)connecting; @jeremiahofphilo
Wednesday night. Cool, moderately windy, with the moon mostly blocked by the clouds.
Half an hour earlier than the agreed upon time, Dolasach arrived at the arcade—a flashy building with three floors of entertainment that ranged from the classic crane game, to a newly installed interactive holographic setup ‘that brought VR into IRL.’ Rolling up the sleeves of the beige and navy cardigan that her pouty lover insisted she wear lent her, she made her way deeper inside with a goal in mind.
Recalling that Jeremiah mentioned that he couldn’t figure out some of the machines, she made it a point to take some time to scour the place for anything that either looked like something Jeremiah would know about, or seemed like the right level of complexity for it to still be fun to figure out. Or maybe they could have fun with something they could both figure out together?
It crossed her mind that this was probably way more busywork than Jeremiah could’ve ever expected from her, but after how… Awkward? Some of their last meeting went, she just wanted to try and make sure things go relatively well. Or at least, they wouldn’t have that much dead air if it did get awkward again.
She pulled out her phone and quickly sent Jeremiah a text once she was satisfied with her findings, the time hitting close to their rendezvous.
->Mr. Philo-dendron: Let me know when you’re here, will meet you at the entrance. Take your time btw! No rush :>
Feeling a mix of amusement and disbelief at how easily he was teasing her (as well as unsure of how to take being assumed to be “the kind of person who likes reading”—because what does that even mean?), she just laughs and meets his fist with her own.
“Don’t let your one little win stroke your ego too much,” she teased, wrinkling her nose at him. “You better watch out, I’m going to redeem myself when we get a rematch. I’m not leaving you with a 100% win rate.”
She looks down at her own little bag of winnings and takes out the matching bookmark she’d taken. A soft smile graces her features. For all his moments of awkwardness and how oddly they’d started out, things today were fun and lovely, and she really wouldn’t mind doing this more often.
As much as he was a part of the weird mess her life had become, it was easy to forget about all that when they’re just doing normal human things. And she liked that.
“Although… I don’t think I’d call you a ‘normal guy,’” she points out, raising an eyebrow at him. “Your weird ‘side gig’ aside, I can’t help but think there’s still a lot more to you than meets the eye.”
(RE?)connecting; @jeremiahofphilo
Wednesday night. Cool, moderately windy, with the moon mostly blocked by the clouds.
Half an hour earlier than the agreed upon time, Dolasach arrived at the arcade—a flashy building with three floors of entertainment that ranged from the classic crane game, to a newly installed interactive holographic setup ‘that brought VR into IRL.’ Rolling up the sleeves of the beige and navy cardigan that her pouty lover insisted she wear lent her, she made her way deeper inside with a goal in mind.
Recalling that Jeremiah mentioned that he couldn’t figure out some of the machines, she made it a point to take some time to scour the place for anything that either looked like something Jeremiah would know about, or seemed like the right level of complexity for it to still be fun to figure out. Or maybe they could have fun with something they could both figure out together?
It crossed her mind that this was probably way more busywork than Jeremiah could’ve ever expected from her, but after how… Awkward? Some of their last meeting went, she just wanted to try and make sure things go relatively well. Or at least, they wouldn’t have that much dead air if it did get awkward again.
She pulled out her phone and quickly sent Jeremiah a text once she was satisfied with her findings, the time hitting close to their rendezvous.
->Mr. Philo-dendron: Let me know when you’re here, will meet you at the entrance. Take your time btw! No rush :>
“Oh, don’t tempt me into dragging you back in there for a rematch right now.”
She jerks her head back towards the arcade, playful grin and a determined glint in her eyes—though she was only messing with him, not wanting to back down from the bit.
Unaware of whatever specific concerns her had, she laughs and lightly punches his arm.
“You know that’s not what I meant! But sure, you can be side-gig-guy if you want. Everything you're offering just adds to the title.” She huffs out her amusement before giving him a more sincere smile.
"Okay, but seriously though... Thank you. I'm... Not too sure how much I'll need that kind of help, but it's good to know I've got a guy who's a lot of insanely complicated things all rolled into one on my side."
"... Actually." She holds her chin in thought. "The fact that you sew *really* sweetens the pot..."
(RE?)connecting; @jeremiahofphilo
Wednesday night. Cool, moderately windy, with the moon mostly blocked by the clouds.
Half an hour earlier than the agreed upon time, Dolasach arrived at the arcade—a flashy building with three floors of entertainment that ranged from the classic crane game, to a newly installed interactive holographic setup ‘that brought VR into IRL.’ Rolling up the sleeves of the beige and navy cardigan that her pouty lover insisted she wear lent her, she made her way deeper inside with a goal in mind.
Recalling that Jeremiah mentioned that he couldn’t figure out some of the machines, she made it a point to take some time to scour the place for anything that either looked like something Jeremiah would know about, or seemed like the right level of complexity for it to still be fun to figure out. Or maybe they could have fun with something they could both figure out together?
It crossed her mind that this was probably way more busywork than Jeremiah could’ve ever expected from her, but after how… Awkward? Some of their last meeting went, she just wanted to try and make sure things go relatively well. Or at least, they wouldn’t have that much dead air if it did get awkward again.
She pulled out her phone and quickly sent Jeremiah a text once she was satisfied with her findings, the time hitting close to their rendezvous.
->Mr. Philo-dendron: Let me know when you’re here, will meet you at the entrance. Take your time btw! No rush :>