nolanmontaine:

Nolan peered up quietly when he heard a faint cough, his eyebrows already furrowed as he readied himself to tell the other to go away. The flash of pale skin and brightly colored tattoos, however, silenced his snappish comment. He stopped himself right then, having understood that the stranger was actually Morgan, and said a quick goodbye to the man on the other line before turning his attention to the dancer.
"You ready?" The brunette murmured, getting up as he shoved his hands in his pockets and waited for the other to take his arm, if he so wishes, “Are you sure they don’t need you for the rest of the night?”
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The boy nodded, smiling lightly. “Yep, ready as can be!” He assured with a cheery tone. For a boy who earned his living by stripping for other men, Morgan was sweet and childish most of the time which was a strange contrast from his sensual dancing. “Yeah, I’m sure.” He replied with another nod. “My shift is over and they have other capable dancers to keep everyone happy.” Of course, Morgan was one of the main attractions of Sinister, a lot of people enjoyed watching him and paid for private dances but it was that same category that gave Moran the liberty of finishing early once in a while.

He raised a brow, looking at Nolan’s arm for a second before he decided to take it, intertwining his own arm with the other boy’s. “Where are we going in this beautiful night, good sir?” He asked, a smile appearing in his lips as he looked at Nolan.

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jace-olafssen:

Jace smirked softly, unsure why this little excursion seemed like so much fun to him. Perhaps it was just his company that mad it so enjoyable. His eyes glanced around the diner quite quickly, taking in the environment before he looked back at Morgan. “Do you think they have pumpkin pie? That’s definitely my favorite. Warmed up with whipped cream. Mmm.” Just thinking about it made his mouth water slightly. He hadn’t had good pumpkin pie in a long time.

"Oh yeah, how about over there?" He pointed to an empty table with two chairs tucked against one of the walls. "Looks good enough." With a smile, he led the other male toward the table and pulled out a chair, settling down into it. Felt nice to take a load off after a long day. "What are you going to get?" He asked simply, leaning forward a bit on the table.

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"They probably do, yes." Morgan said with a nod. He looked at where the other was pointing and smiled. "Perfect!" He agreed, following the red haired boy to the table, sitting down across from him. "Hmmm…" He bit his lower lip for a moment. "Something sweet for sure." He looked at Jace, titling his head to the side. "Do you think they can make me some pancakes at this time of the day?" He wondered, a chuckle leaving his lips. "Cause that would be lovely."

He looked around for a moment and finally a waitress seemed to notice their presence, rushing towards them before asking for their orders. “Well, I’d like some hot chocolate, that’ll help me warm up.” He told the waitress with a polite smile. He watched her scribble down some words and waited until she was done to continue. “And if it’s not to much of a bugger, some pancakes would be lovely.” He then turned his gaze to Jace. “My handsome friend would like pumpkin pie with whipped cream and…?” He left the order unfinished so Jace could add whatever he wanted.

Another rainy day…..

artisticniko:

"Nah…you just startled me is all." Explaining his apology letting the tension melt from his shoulders as they lowered and relaxed. Niko offered half a smirk to the smile aimed his direction. Normally he’d just grant the stranger a nod and be on his way but the weather pushed him into a social interaction he might’ve otherwise avoided. “Um, sure.” Shaking his cigarette pack until a single one stuck out from the opening. Letting the boy take one before striking the flame of his lighter towards him. The whole time he waited for the boy to light his cigarette, Niko was looking him over. Trying to get an visual understanding of the person he would be made to share his space with for the time being.

Snapping the lighter closed his eyes fell on the ink work scattered around the guy’s exposed neck and arm. "Mind if I have a look?" Not even waiting for a reply before he took hold of the stranger’s arm, no regard for boundaries, and examined the work. Though his expression did not reveal if he approved of the artist skills or not before he let the guy’s arm fall from his hold. "Who does your work?"

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"Still, don’t worry about it." Morgan said, offering a smile. He was glad to see that the other boy relax, after all it would’ve been really awkward to wait for the rain to stop with someone who would deliberately ignore him. "Oh, thank you very much." He took the cigarette and placed it between his lips, leaning over to light it up before taking a long drag, realising the smoke slowly with a satisfied smile. "What?" He asked, raising a brow. "Oh, sure." He replied, even if the other had already taken his arm. 

People weren’t usually interest in his tattoos. Some find them attractive, others unappealing but no one had ever stopped to actually looked at the designs. It was a nice surprise. “Depends on which one you’re talking about.” He said, taking another drag of his cigarette. “This one was made in LA, I went there when I was sixteen. My first tattoo…” He explained, pointing at one of the ink drawings in his arm. It was simple, the word ‘Dream’ in a nice calligraphy. “Which one are you interested in?”

caesar-strovosky:

"Guess not," Caesar nodded curtly in agreement, a fact he a knew quite well. And he supposed he was included in that sort of people. The brunet didn’t mind too much, if anything it certainly saved time. "You’re free to go. I should be home anyways. Watch yourself in the dark." He gave him another departing nod before turning and walking away.

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"Will do." Morgan said with a polite smile. He watched the man walk away and let out a soft sigh of relieve. Morgan was used to deal with all sorts of people but that man was definitely different. He shook his head lightly, resting importance to the matter before walking away as well.

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jace-olafssen:

Jace kept his eyes out as they began to walk, watching for the place that they were going. He didn’t want to miss it and end up looking like an idiot or something like that. Besides, he wanted to get them out of the cold as soon as he possible could. The darker it became, the colder it did as well. Thankfully, the diner wasn’t very far from where they had run into one another, and Jace grabbed the door handle and pulled it open, holding it for Morgan so he could go inside.

It was a lot warmer inside the diner, rather cozy. Jace wondered if they shouldn’t just sit in there and eat so that they could warm up more before heading out again. “I”m not even sure what I’m in the mood for.” The red head tilted his head, thinking about it. “I wasn’t planning on getting food.”

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Morgan started walking next to Jace, looking around in an absent minded way. If the red headed boy wasn’t with him, Morgan would’ve probably missed the diner they were looking for in the first place and continued walking until something caught his eye.

"What a gentleman…" He said with a smile as he entered the diner, a sigh of relieve left his lips, feeling less cold. He looked around, finding the place mostly empty but he was sure that in the mornings it would be full of people since it was nice and had that old diner feel to it. "When in doubt always go for the pie." Morgan said, laughing softly. "Or something warm to drink, that’s also a good choice. But first, let’s find a place to sit, yes?" 

nolanmontaine:

Nolan smiled a tad bashfully at the boy’s light teasing, but settled down upon a soft bench outside, peering up at the night sky. He flicked his lighter and took a long drag from the brand new cigarette now clenched between long, pale fingers; there was a sense of serenity that spread along the outer edges of the provocative club that he’s grown quite fond of. Silence, sweet moonlight and a slight chill. Maybe he could take the pretty dancer out for hot chocolate instead. Nolan glanced down at his phone when he felt it vibrate. A call from…oh. Lovely.
Swiping his thumb over the screen, he sighed heavily and fell into a heavy conversation with the other line, hoping Morgan would be done soon so he could be taken away from his dreadful dialogue
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The night went on as it usually did. He danced, people enjoyed it, simple as that. There were whistles, money, one or two that got hit because they wanted to do more than watch,nothing out of the ordinary. When he was done, Morgan changed into his usual clothes and made his way out of the club, receiving lusty looks and invitations to do different kinds of activities. He refused them all with a polite smile. It was a weird way to be popular but Morgan wasn’t complaining.

He finally got out of the club to where Nolan was waiting, a relieved sigh leaving his lips. He watched the other boy talking in the phone and chuckled at the expression of clear annoyance in his face, placing a hand over his mouth to muffle the sound, he then cleared his throat and leaned against the wall, waiting for the other to finish the call.

dysphoricsylph:

David Hallberg’s feet. 

Another rainy day…..

artisticniko:

It was a day just like any other before it. People cluttering the streets going from one point to the next, contributing nothing more to the world than taking up space. Or at least these were the thoughts going through Niko’s head as he watched them. Eyes shifting from one person to the next trying to find even the smallest reason to connect to them. Not the lives they painted to fool the world around them. But the reality they tried to hide.

Soon he found a girl sitting alone enjoying her latte. Smiling at anyone that passed her but watching as that smile faded the moment no one was looking. The way she checked her phone every two minutes, waiting for a call that never came. She was lonely. It was clear in the dim light in her blue eyes. He watched her….cracking open his sketchbook to draw the shapes of her eyes. The sadness she hid away behind of mask of hallow joy.

Niko had a gift. And with just a color pencil and paper he could convey her pain as if you were staring right into her eyes yourself. To the point you almost expected a tear to fall from the sorrow in the shape. Suddenly a drop appeared at the corner of her eye making that image seem all the more real. Then another…and another…until the downpour of rain started to get heavy.

Snatching up his stuff he quickly ran for shelter. Finding it in the small brick archway of a building nearby. Letting go of a heavy sigh it was clear he was going to be stuck here for awhile. Stuffing his sketchbook back into his backpack he quickly retrieved his cigarette’s from out his jacket, thankful they did not get soaked. Popping one into his mouth Niko sparked it to life with his silver flip lighter and then turned around, forced to take a step back when he spotted he wasn’t alone. "Oh fuck…I didn’t see anyone else was here."

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Dancing was Morgan’s passion, there was no denying that. He earned his living by dancing in a club and part of his free time, he spend it on a dance studio, practising till he was satisfied with his results. That particular day, he had been practising for hours until he was pleased with himself, he took a quick shower and got dressed, taking his bag to go home or maybe stop at some place to grab a snack.

He was walking through the streets of Verona, a light smile in his lips, absorbed in his thoughts until he felt a drop of water falling to his nose. He looked up to find grey clouds covering the sky and another drop fall to his cheek. He chuckled lightly, closing his eyes for a moment, waiting until the rain started pouring on him. He smiled and twirled around happily, enjoying the feeling of the rain soaking him before he finally opened his eyes and continued walking, trying to find shelter from the rain cause as much as he liked it, he couldn’t afford getting a cold since he had to go to work that same night.

He sighed softly, hiding on a brick archway, shaking his wet hair, making sure it didn’t fall in his face by running a hand through it. He’d wait till the rain become less heavy and then he’d go home to take a arm shower, maybe drink a cup of hot chocolate…His thoughts, however were interrupted by another man appearing in his gaze. He chuckled lightly at the other’s words and waved his hand, resting importance to the matter. “Don’t worry about it, is not liked you bumped into me or something.” He said, offering a smile. “Hmm….Do you think you could spare one of those?” He asked, pointing at the cigarettes. Morgan had forgotten his at home and since he was going to wait for a bit, a smoke would be nice.

jace-olafssen:

"I understand entirely." Jace replied, looking around. He enjoyed meat very much himself, but he wasn’t going to judge Morgan for what he put into his body. That would make him hypocritical at best. When the other mentioned a 24 hour diner, Jace had a vague inclination of the place he was talking about, thinking he may have passed by it on his walk already. There weren’t many place that stayed open so late.

"I’ve never been either. I suppose we can give it a try, and if it blows we will know never to eat there again." Smiling softly, he looked back at Morgan and tilted his head to motion down the street. "Come on, let’s start moving before we freeze in place, shall we?"

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Morgan was lad that the other didn’t asked a lot of questions about why or how could he be a vegetarian. In the past he had dealt with people who didn’t seem to understand that it was something as normal as not liking broccoli.

"Sounds like a great plan." He agreed with a nod. Then he chuckled. "Yes, please." He said before he started walking. The cold was starting to et to him, after all he wasn’t exactly dressed for a night out on the streets and standing out in the cold was starting to make his hands feel like ice. A hot chocolate and food, however would help him warm up again.

 

caesar-strovosky:

The brunet nodded smally, believing the boy’s word. He seemed honest enough. “Work makes me tired sometimes,” he shrugged a shoulder simply. He used to have a social life until it began taking up most of his time. Caesar had let it really, because he kind of enjoyed it. An interesting conversation. So he wasn’t implying what Caesar thought. He wasn’t sure if that was a relief or not. “Words are cheap,” he said. “A man like me would prefer action to keep him entertained.” He didn’t like wasting his breath. There were very few actions Caesar would find acceptable though, maybe the boy really couldn’t entertain him at all. He supposed it was nothing personal.

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A part of Moran was curious as to what the other male could do that made him so tired and another one warned him not to ask so he followed his instinct and kept the question to himself. A soft sigh left his lips at the man’s next words and he felt a hint of irritation that he hid behind a light smile. “I guess talking is not for everyone.” He decided to say, shrugging lightly. “So please, don’t let me keep you out in the cold, a conversation is all I can offer right now.”