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Scott Emerson

Member Since 25 Dec 2015
Offline Last Active Apr 18 2017 11:35 PM

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In Topic: Fresh Blood

08 April 2017 - 10:15 PM

Scott, first and foremost, had a reactionary personality. He knew how to hide certain emotions behind a veil of jokes and general idiocy, but his anger came through undeterred, an unhealthy default when he was confronted with situations like these. "You have got to be fucking kidding me," he said, damn near starting forward to lay the guy flat. 


Yet Scott wasn't entirely guided by his rage-- he did have a brain up there. The more he looked at him, the more it dawned on him that this wasn't Nich. A hazy memory came floating out of the marijuana cloud that was his mind, and he finally remembered that Nich had a twin brother. That he'd met and conversed with for a little while, no less, but it wasn't out of the ordinary for Scott to completely delete social interactions from his mind if he thought they carried little weight.


So he struggled now, trying to piece back together what fragments he had of who this guy was. Certainly he was terrified now, but Scott just waved him off. "Ah, gotcha. It's just this kid." With that he shrugged, plopping back down lazily on the couch, eyes glancing toward the television. A few beats passed before his mind caught up, though, and he blinked over at the two of them.


"Wait. Roommate? You found a fourth roommate?" A lazy half smile crept onto his features as he processed what Gabe brought to their door-- endless entertainment, a little scared thing that wouldn't even know how to deal with the three of them and their antics. Already he was looking forward to it. His smile widened to a cheshire grin, then, mischievous intent dancing in his eyes. "Excellent."

In Topic: Ghosts 'n Stuff

13 July 2016 - 05:23 PM

What time even was it?


Things blurred together when he was with Teagan, he was learning; he couldn't decide if time flowed faster or slower or ceased to exist at all, though he could at least discern loosely where they were in the day based on the sun's glow through her curtains. He spent his every moment worshipping her like the goddess she was to him, with his words or his lips or more, dwelling on a blissful plane that he hadn't even known existed until now. Eventually the sun set and the lights were flicked off in some effort to get a little sleep, though even then he merely dozed, always awed by the fact that she was there when he awoke throughout the night.


He couldn't decide what was the most beautiful thing about her. Her eyes spoke every emotion that her words didn't, a spectrum of colors that he couldn't put into words. (The shade of her irises had quickly become his favorite color.) Her smile held a radiance that was beyond his understanding, her full lips perfectly curved and upturned at the corners, spilling words only for him in the darkness, her melodic voice whispering in his ear. Maybe it was her soft hair as it brushed against his skin, sending shivers down his spine. As he awoke again he realized it could be the expanse of her back; he traced every line with the feather-light touch of his fingertips, memorizing the shape of her shoulder blades and the constellations of her freckles, recognizing beauty in every part of her. She consumed him more and more by the moment, even as she slept.


But he was absolutely parched; he licked his dry lips, nearly chapped from kissing, and realized quickly that she'd been right-- as much as he didn't want to leave this space, they did have needs for sustenance other than each other. (Love isn't all you need, dumbass Beatles.) He reluctantly rose from his spot in bed, at least having the decency to toss on some boxers before he headed out into the dark living room.


He didn't bother to flick on a light, even if he was mostly unfamiliar with the place. Instead he stumbled around, relying on the vague glow of moonlight through the kitchen window to give him an image of where he was. A full minute of rummaging through cabinets produced two glasses, which he then filled with ice. And had he the opportunity, he would've filled them with cold water, as well, but-- soon enough he was being outright attacked, the force of unfamiliar fists colliding his face and chest and knees.


He nearly fell to the ground. Instead he doubled over the counter as the light flicked on in the kitchen, his eyes adjusting to the light as he cursed under his breath. "Fucking jesus-- it's just me, it's just me." He squinted at Melanie, hissing in pain. Was his nose bleeding? Between his bruised knuckles and this, he'd look like he'd been in an outright bar fight tomorrow. "I was getting a glass of water. Is that alright?"


Melanie just stared at him, entirely stunned, before quickly averting her eyes as she realized his state of dress. "What are you doing in my kitchen?" She asked, even if she had her suspicions. 

In Topic: Home

13 July 2016 - 02:53 AM

He'd be just as satisfied with an apartment over a touristy cottage. Really any space would do so long as they could occupy it together, so long as they had their well-deserved privacy. Even behind closed doors he ached to be closer to her, his lips never far from her skin even as they spoke, his fingertips constantly ghosting over whatever skin he could find. Perhaps that wouldn't change if they had their "own place." "I guess we have locks on our doors for now," he thought aloud. That would be good enough for him.


They would be inseparable to an almost insufferable degree, he already knew. They'd be living between places, splitting nights at his place and her place, their current home dependent on how badly she needed to study or how much he needed to compose. Not that he gave a shit; his affection for Teagan was just a part of his and everyone else's reality now, whether they liked it or not. He wasn't about to hold back in some attempt to be polite when he was never very kind to begin with.


"I'm keeping you for a very--" He pressed a kiss to her temple-- "Very--" Another kiss to her jawline-- "Very--" A final kiss delivered to the tip of her nose-- "Long time." He smiled down at her for a few moments more, mind cloudy as he tried to piece together all of this into something coherent. It was idiotic to even try, he knew; this entire situation was nonsensical, and that was part of what he loved about it. 


He closed the gap between their lips in a way that was certainly familiar by now, even if it never failed to deliver a shock to his system. Goosebumps rose on his skin where her fingers trailed circles and he sighed into their kiss, content to communicate this way for as long as she would allow. There were no words that could convey his thoughts to start with; he was starting to learn that he was far more effective in his physical communication, in channelling how he felt into the pressure of his lips against hers.

In Topic: Home

13 July 2016 - 12:28 AM

Scott tried to imagine what would happen outside these walls. Right now there was only this moment-- only these feelings-- yet there was an inevitable change that would happen even on a personal level. Typically effort was beyond him, but he knew he would have to make sure she felt valued and wanted and loved at every turn. She motivated him in ways he never could have expected, in ways that felt natural even if intimidating. Prior to her he had no reason to step outside of his comfort zone; now he needed to think about his future. Their future.


Needless to say that would be a scary thought process when he was alone. Not in the sense that he was afraid of pursuing something with her so much as he wasn't even sure how to embrace the idea of doing something on his own. Of trying something besides gliding through life like he'd done so far. But with her around he felt like he felt invincible regardless, like rejection didn't matter so long as she was smiling at him.


This provided a level of comfort in his life that he never hoped or expected to achieve. Complete emotional openness would take a while; not that he wouldn't communicate it in his actions and kisses and touches, but his words could still use some work. Even now he could only smile down at her as she spoke, leaning up so that his head was propped up on his elbow, his face near hers as his free hand moved down her arm.


"You've got a window-- we'll just have food delivered to it," he jokingly suggested, his fingertips tracing a feather-light line across her stomach where her shirt rode up slightly. He imagined the two of them never leaving each other's presence, always milling about in the same space, never going more than a few minutes without touching. It'd be impossible to get anything accomplished. "Or we could get one of those touristy cottages near downtown, with the tiny kitchen and single bedroom and fireplace."


True privacy would entail living together, he was already figuring out. Hell, his phone was already buzzing with texts from Booker; it was only a matter of time before her cousin popped in with similar questions. "I could have you all to myself then," he said as his lips ghosted along her jawline, his eyes locking with hers. 

In Topic: Home

12 July 2016 - 04:41 AM

He would have laughed-- a real, honest belly laugh-- at her words a mere month ago, just as she said. This sort of thing was utter bullshit in his mind back then, an idea that people clung to to feel wanted and valued. He did recognize, at least, that his parents had a deeper level of "love" than most people he saw his age, something he appreciated but never expected to achieve. It wasn't something he sought out to do, wasn't something he made any kind of personal goal in life. So long as he had friends and could satisfy his "needs," he was fine existing mostly alone, existing in a world where he never fell in love, if only because he didn't believe in its existence at all.


But now he believed in love and so much more, simply because of her beautiful eyes. Simply because of her adorable laugh, simply because of her sincere words-- because of her alone, he believed in a world that transcended his entirely. He couldn't imagine living his life without her now, even if his feelings had developed in such a short time.


He blushed lightly at her words, smiling into the crook of her elbow as he nodded. "I thought love was-- was just a dumb concept," he muttered, placing a kiss to her soft skin there. "Maybe it still is for everyone else." He wouldn't doubt it. Something about their feelings felt like it was better than anything else, like no one could ever even hope to achieve it. 


Her next words had him smirking all over again, though, an eyebrow twitching, his eyes dark as he looked up at her. "Anything?" He echoed, his smirk widening into a mischievous grin. "That's an awful amount of power to give to me, sweetheart." He moved up to eye level now, brushing his nose against hers and placing a feather light kiss against her bottom lip. "What if I told you I never wanted to leave this bed, hm?"


If it were his choice, he would honestly never leave this moment. There was an outside world that existed, yes, but none of it mattered behind her closed doors. The only thing that mattered was the thump of her heart against his hand as he touched her neck again, her smiles and laughs that were only for him, these private moments that would define how he looked at the world. It wasn't such a bad place when she was around.