In his life, he’d ALWAYS been a boy without any fears or doubts of himself for as long as anyone who knew Seb could remember (or so people thought). But when Blaine came along creating something different for him, he’d grown to fear HEAVILY ever losing his friendship. He knew too well that he played a risky game when he came around all the time the way he did. Flirting and teasing left and right. Sure, Blaine didn’t seem to mind and every time it felt the shorter of the two with a blush on his cheeks, but who know what he REALLY felt about how Sebastian was with him? What if it was ALL just him being too nice to tell him to stop being the way he was? That possibility for someone so polite like Blaine had ALWAYS been a small doubt of himself that he kept sealed off. The last thing he wanted to do was make him uncomfortable in the end of things. With Blaine, he’d NEVER taken greed into hand. Even if sometimes he may want the ex-Dalton boy all to himself. When it came to being around Blaine, the subject of interest had always been supporting him and being as close to him as he could. Despite the spots in them knowing each other that he had messed up with. The big mistakes he had made at the beginning of things.
Seeing he had gotten Blaine’s attention as he had impulsively intended, his heartbeat sped up RAPIDLY. There he was, Blaine Anderson (the boy he had been DRAWN to ever since he had first laid eyes on him), flawlessly GORGEOUS and waiting on Sebastian’s question now. Eyes charm to the ever-so-adorable smile he’s given by Blaine, and emerald hues scan up and down briefly before his stare settles back on golden hazels. A TUG at the corner of his lips is given to the other, pulling his hand away from his shoulder and slipping it in his pocket. There’s a moment of hesitation when he’s about to ask, lips parted already but eyes narrowing in trivial wonder if he’s being too VULNERABLE to ask this. But he knows Blaine is the one he can always be HIMSELF with. His authentic, true self. The parts he DOESN’T show others. So? Seb says fuck it. ❝You’d tell me if I ever made you feel uneasy —– wouldn’t you, killer?❞
The touch is gone nearly as quickly as it stopped him. Hazel eyes watched Sebastian’s hand retreating into his pocket before darting back up expectantly. He’d be lying if he said his shoulder didn’t suddenly feel so much colder than it was before now that Sebastian’s hand was gone. Not letting himself focus on that notion–he bites his lip and waits. Blaine’s gaze remains curiously questioning as he watches Sebastian seem to sort through a few thoughts in his mind. What was bothering him so much that he looked so hesitant to bring it up? A quick sort through the moments previous turned up nothing that Blaine could pinpoint that might cause that expression. The first question that popped up? –What’ is so bad that you can’t say?– Sebastian was rarely ever the type to hold his tongue. Their endless banter since the day they met was proof of that. If he was hesitant? What could it be..?
The question that Sebastian finally put between them drew black eyebrows up higher on his forehead before they pinched together in confusion. Did he do something to make Sebastian feel that way?
“N-No. I mean yes,” he quickly corrects himself because how stupid did that just sound? Way to make an obviously concerned person momentarily freak out. Blushing at his error–Blaine steps forward and reaches out. This time–it’s his hand that comes to rest on Sebastian’s elbow. A touch to get his point across even more solidly. “What I wanted to say was that you don’t make me feel uneasy. You’ve never made me feel like I should guard myself.” Teeth flashed in a wide smile as he retracted his hand and cupped the back of his neck instead. Fingertips nudge, rub and itch along his skin. “We’ve always been the exact opposite of uneasy.” They were. The ease that he fit with Sebastian since day one was a mystery that consistently baffled him when he thought about it. A connection that he never would question because questioning it might ruin it. There wasn’t a single reason in the world why he’d want to chance doing that. “Did I do something? Act in a way that made you wonder? I didn’t mean to if I did.”
also if you’re cool with pre-established relationships/dynamics where we skip all the awkwardness of starting to roleplay with someone new and jump straight to plotting a little and tagging each other in stuff hmu
A grin pulls at his lips. He’s sure Blaine could just join in and take a swing himself – or a slap even if he feels like going easy – but that was against his character, wasn’t it? This was just ridiculous all around. He pats Blaine’s shoulder before moving away to start sorting through the dusty junk that was stored down here. “Simple enough. At least we’re not breaking any laws here. Unless we’re trespassing, but I doubt there’s security checking.” He says jokingly, opting to shake off the atmosphere of the basement as much as possible with some humor.
Him? Join in and take a swing himself? Not unless they were doing it in a totally different situation. Where anyone could take a swing and no one would say a word. In fact, they enjoyed it. Which he didn’t know Ian enough to talk about yet. Picking at the cuff of his right sleeve with his left hand–Blaine watched as Ian parted from them and went to rummaging through the dozens of dusty boxes, broken furniture and otherwise creepy stashed piles of whatever covered in dust and cobwebs. Not wanting him to feel like he was the solo participant in this–he crept over to a stack of boxes (subconsciously keeping close to Ian as he did so) and started through them. Carefully. “You don’t think anyone would notice if we were down here do you? I mean–technically–it could be trespassing but.. I really don’t want to get in trouble for a stupid DARE.” And the box slammed shut. Hard. Nope! Nothing in there! Definitely not a mass of cobwebs he was NOT going to stick his hand in. No way!
“You know there’s nothing about you that I don’t believe in,” Blaine spoke softly but their closeness was enough to let his voice be heard in spite of the thunderous applause. Throughout the entire awards show–he could barely bring himself to let go of Rachel’s hand unless it was to applaud or force himself to drink something to clear up the dryness that an open set of lips and sharp breaths at everything he saw kept creating. They were making it. The two of them. Together. Their evening here was only the first of many more twists and turns of their futures towards something amazing. “Just think. Next year?” Her peck to his cheek was quickly mirrored complete with foreheads bumping together before he smiled so wide his eyes pinched at their corners. “There’s nothing stopping you from it coming true either.”
❝God, today was irritating. The office was playing Christmas music. Christmas music. Can you believe that? First off, it’s not December yet and that’s not even where it stops. Went to the store on my way home to pick up dog food and there was Christmas music playing in THERE too. What’s wrong with people, Blaine??❞
“And so it begins. Our annual Sebastian pre-Thanksgiving ‘Why is Christmas happening when we haven’t even cut up the damn turkey’ rant. I think you need to accept the fact that Christmas is getting earlier and earlier every year. Before you know it–heaven forbid–we might start seeing reindeer in July. Wouldn’t that be a complete NIGHTMARE?”
So I just want to give a huge shout out to J (@pianokeysandbowties). I
absolutely adore her and every thread we’ve done. She made me actually
like Blaine for once, which was something I wasn’t sure I really would
do. She’s also one of the sweetest people I’ve met. If you’re not
playing against her you’re really missing out because she’s amazing!!
Have you ever roleplayed with someone that just left an unforgettable impression on you?
// Since I got this question twice? I’m going to answer the first time with a “very much yes”! I certainly have. Now we’re married! So! I think she, most definitely, left an unforgettable impression. 😛
“ you were just ——– W O W up there. really, very … wow. ” all too aware that he’s making an utter fool of himself, he presses the back of his hand to a warmer – than – usual cheek in an attempt to suppress a blush that may be creeping in.
“I.. Wow,” Blaine’s eyes brighten as he watches the man who was obviously trying to hide a blush. Like notices like? His own cheeks turn a light pink and a shy smile is aimed at the ground. Instead of his face being touched–he cups the back of his neck and rubs it with that smile only growing once they make eye contact again. “Thank you. I’m glad you enjoyed yourself. I really appreciate you taking the time to tell me. I..er..,” it always feels weird introducing himself when they announce it so often when he plays but he does it anyway. “I’m Blaine. And you are?”
pianokeysandbowties back up 