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{Take me by the tongue and I'll know you}

Your name is BRODEN STRIDER, but most people call you BRO. You have a LITTLE BROTHER, but he moved out of your place a few years ago, and you forget to call each other a lot. You support yourself by working as a DJ on the weekends, and running a few WEBSITES, some of which are more QUESTIONABLE than others. Your interests are varied, but the most prominent ones seem to be SWORDS and PUPPETS.

{{Independent RP blog. May sometimes be NSFW. Headcanon and Relationship pages to be added when I quit being a lazy fuck.}}
Oct 23 '12

Yeah I gueth not. 

Why the fuckk were you lookking for me anywayth I thought you were done with thith shit.

woah, hey. no, i’m not—

look, i didn’t mean for…i swear, it’s like i turned my back, and you were just…

shit, i’ve gotta’ let this stop happenin’

Tags: mixtio
Jul 1 '12

strangemixture:

themmoveslikestrider:

When his arms go around you, you hug him completely, bringing your other arm around him and all but crushing him to you. You bury you face in his hair, taking in a breath that was possibly a little shaky. There’s no words to describe the rush of emotions you’re feeling, all you now is that Kaeski is finally in your arms again, and plan to keep things that way. Your fingers curl into his shirt, reflexively doing anything to keep him right there with you. It takes you several long seconds, but finally you say what you need to, voice muffled by his hair. “I’m sorry…”

You don’t even care when the small, barely audible whimpers come from your throat when you fist at his shirt, pressing yourself against him like you could mold into him. Which, you wish you could. You didn’t feel close enough, especially as he returns the hug just as desperately as you did. You can’t get enough of his scent, that strange alien tang mixed with something more soft. It was comforting and exciting and different, and it made you…happy. 

When he says those two words, you tense momentarily before relaxing again, a smile creeping onto your face as you nuzzle into him. “It’s okay…I’m sorry too.” 

 When you hear the small sounds escaping from him, you trail a hand up his back until it nestles in his hair. You wait for him to finish speaking before you shift slightly, moving to lightly kiss his forehead. You usually go on about how you’re not into the sappy romantic bullshit, but while you can ignore your own desires, you know he needs this as much as you.

"Nah, you’ve got no reason t’be sorry. Just put it behind you, now." Your other hand finds its way to his chin, tilting his head up. You stare down at his face, and just really look at him for a moment. You have no idea how you were ever able to leave this wonderful boy behind. You know you won’t ever be able to do it again. You run a thumb across his lips, catching one of his fangs. You lean down to kiss him, because you can’t help yourself, and you need to. You meant to only do it once, but then you do it again, and then again, and before you know it you’re placing slow, sweet kisses across his face.

Jun 30 '12

strangemixture:

The fact that he actually expressed any sort of emotion to you, even as little as it was takes you back. Before his disappearance, he’d started to break down his walls to you, but the two of you hadn’t gotten to the point of completion. So, really, you weren’t exactly used to the whole thing.

“Yeah?” Oh. Your eyes start growing wide, just a little, as he begins to get closer and closer. You idly wonder what the hell he was doing, but most of your attention is drawn to the fact that the distance between you two is indeed growing smaller… And then he’s completely touching you, pulling you into some stupid and awkward half hug that, even though it was a small gesture, seems to destroy and crumble the stubborn wall you threw up like styrofoam, like he was the big bad wolf and your sense of pride and self worth was a straw house that he just blew in with a simple blow from his lungs. 

You honestly wish you would simply give him the same sort of half-assed gesture back, but you find yourself giving in and wrapping both of your slender arms around his torso, shoving your face into his chest as you hug him for all your worth, your heart swelling what seemed three times bigger with affection for the human. No…you couldn’t let him go a second time. That was impossible and you knew that 100% now. This contact from him was so dearly missed, and you find yourself resisting the urge to reach up and kiss him, and you’re lucky you have just enough self control to keep yourself form doing so. For now.

When his arms go around you, you hug him completely, bringing your other arm around him and all but crushing him to you. You bury you face in his hair, taking in a breath that was possibly a little shaky. There’s no words to describe the rush of emotions you’re feeling, all you now is that Kaeski is finally in your arms again, and plan to keep things that way. Your fingers curl into his shirt, reflexively doing anything to keep him right there with you. It takes you several long seconds, but finally you say what you need to, voice muffled by his hair. “I’m sorry…”

(Source: themmoveslikestrider)

Jun 30 '12

strangemixture:

themmoveslikestrider:

You watch him intently as you stand there trying to act all casual around the person you were very nearly able to call your boyfriend. He seems hesitant, like he wants to say more, but you can’t be sure. You might just be projecting your feelings onto him, after all. Your fingers twitch, and you desperately want to touch him. You want to grab him, hold him close, kiss him over and over, tell him you’re sorry, so sorry, you never wanted to leave him behind. Your mind is screaming at you to just drop the fucking act and go to him. Instead, you shove your hands in your pockets, and offer him a ghost of a smirk. You try to speak, swallow, try again. “‘Good seein’ you’…Yeah. Good seein’ you, too.”

Your heart is like lead as he speaks, dropping in your chest with a dead weight that’s incredibly painful. He wasn’t trying to stop you, wasn’t trying to keep you there, and it made your cheeks flush angrily as your face scrunches up with a small snarl you couldn’t hold back. 

But you don’t say anything, you just stand there motionless as you wait for him to leave. It wasn’t want what you wanted at all, in fact it was the opposite. You wanted him to gather you in his arms, tell you everything’s okay and that it wouldn’t ever happen again, that he was there to stay. You wanted him to make you feel better, loved, even, but you were too stubborn, and you knew he was too.

So you don’t expect anything other than a curt wave, and if you’re lucky, maybe a handshake. But really, that’s almost asking for too much, you think. But you chance a glance to him, dual colored eyes glancing up to, hopefully, meet his own behind those stupid fucking shades.

There’s a tightness in your chest that’s making it feel like you can’t breath. He’s not saying anything anymore. He doesn’t want to talk to you. Fuck. You catch his little snarl, and notice how his face is flushing in that wonderful shade of yellow, but you’re not sure what any of it means. Maybe he’s getting mad you haven’t left yet. After all, you sort of really fucked up when you decided dropping of the face of the Goddamn planet would be a good idea.

You take in a deep breath, trying not to make it obvious, and prepare to tell him good-bye. You don’t want to, God, you really just don’t fucking want to. But it’s probably for the best. You start to open your mouth, but then he looks right at you, and you feel like you just got the wind knocked out of you. He can’t tell because of your shades, but his bi-colored eyes are staring straight into yours.

You can’t do this anymore.

"Kae, I—" You choke, even as you start to reach a hand out towards him. You can’t let him go, you can’t just walk away. You thought you were stronger than this, but apparently not. Your hand trembles imperceptibly, wanting to touch him so badly, if only you could just…

Ah, fuck this!

You step up to him, putting a hand on the back of his neck. You try not to hesitate, and pull him into a one-armed hug. You try to keep it neutral, leaving your grip lose, giving him the chance to walk away from you. You’re pretty sure his rejection might actually kill you, but you fucking deserve it and you know it. You stay silent, clenching your jaw tightly, not knowing what to say, but still scared of what might come out if you try to talk.

Jun 30 '12

strangemixture:

themmoveslikestrider:

*the corners of his mouth turn downward slightly*

yeah…

s’what i meant

months…

Yeah…

>Clears his throat.

Well, good theeing you I gueth…

You watch him intently as you stand there trying to act all casual around the person you were very nearly able to call your boyfriend. He seems hesitant, like he wants to say more, but you can’t be sure. You might just be projecting your feelings onto him, after all. Your fingers twitch, and you desperately want to touch him. You want to grab him, hold him close, kiss him over and over, tell him you’re sorry, so sorry, you never wanted to leave him behind. Your mind is screaming at you to just drop the fucking act and go to him. Instead, you shove your hands in your pockets, and offer him a ghost of a smirk. You try to speak, swallow, try again. “‘Good seein’ you’…Yeah. Good seein’ you, too.”

Jun 30 '12

strangemixture:

themmoveslikestrider:

*makes an amused noise* i could ask the same of you

*shrugs* around, i s’pose. been out to cali a few times, had to hit up some other places for business reason, heh, almost makes me sound all professional.

i’unno, man. past few weeks have been kind of a blur. didn’t even realize how much time had passed

Well my reathon ith thimilar.

>It really wasn’t, however he wasn’t going to go into detail of why he was suddenly absent.

And weekth? Try a moth or two.

>Makes a rather offended face, still not looking at him.

*the corners of his mouth turn downward slightly*

yeah…

s’what i meant

months…

Jun 30 '12

strangemixture:

themmoveslikestrider:

*if his shoulders happened to droop with what could be disappointment, it was too slight to notice*

i’ve been a’ight. guess i don’t really have much to complain ‘bout

*looks kaeski over, eyes safely hidden behind his shades*

Oh. Well that’th good.

>He…really didn’t know what to do or say. His emotions were on a rampage, mixing together in a slurry of headache inducing feelings that caused him to look away from the shaded eyes of the human, arms folding against his person.

Where’ve you been, anywayth?

*makes an amused noise* i could ask the same of you

*shrugs* around, i s’pose. been out to cali a few times, had to hit up some other places for business reason, heh, almost makes me sound all professional.

i’unno, man. past few weeks have been kind of a blur. didn’t even realize how much time had passed

Jun 29 '12

>Tries to mimic the seemingly emotionless face, however isn’t so successful, and ends up looking at him with a mix of fright and uncertainty and a bit of hesitation of his own.

Uh, hey…

>He doesn’t notice it, and he rubs at the back of his neck nervously, casting down his gaze.

How’ve you been?

*if his shoulders happened to droop with what could be disappointment, it was too slight to notice*

i’ve been a’ight. guess i don’t really have much to complain ‘bout

*looks kaeski over, eyes safely hidden behind his shades*

Jun 29 '12

sburblessbro started following you

hey there, bro

how’s it goin’?

Tags: sburblessbro
Jun 23 '12

yo

it’s been a while since i’ve been around

i feel kinda’ bad about that

lost track of everyone i talked to

anyway, i guess if anyone’s still out there, this is me, sayin ‘what’s up?’