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 Posted: Sun Oct 02, 2016 10:53 pm
Chel had been a bit of an a*****e all things considered. Despite all of the craziness of the ball and magic and all the dreams she'd been having, she'd shied away from actually following up on any of it. Mostly because it scared her; all things magical scared her as much as she didn't want to admit it.
But she'd been a bit of an a*****e. She'd forgotten to check in on a person that she considered her friend and that was unforgivable. With everything that'd been going on in her brain a casual check in on a friend sounded like heaven.
Walking up to the door was the only thing that actually caused her a bit of anxiety. Thorne could easily be mad at the way she'd slighted him. Maybe if she walked away now she could get out of it ...
No, that wasn't Chel's way. She faced her problems head on. "Thorne darlin'~" she called from the doorway, knocking on the wood lightly. "You in there?" She checked her phone one more time. She'd texted that she was going to swing by, but she wasn't sure how much good that was going to do her at this point.
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Posted: Sun Oct 02, 2016 11:05 pm
The fact that Chel was coming by made Thorne nervous, if only because he'd been a complete a** at the ball, and he'd been too much of a nervous wreck lately to actually come out and find her and say sorry. She'd been one of the few to come to alcove and actually talk him down from a panic attack, and he'd been holed up in Coalsmoke for weeks, now on the verge of a roadtrip, and he wondered if she was going to punch him in the face.
With Chris out at the grandpas taking care of last minute cat arrangements, Thorne was left to confer with Coalsmoke on his own until she appeared. He was in the middle of watering one of the ivies with breakfast already prepared at the counter of the kitchen when Chel knocked, and came to the door in dark joggers and a tanktop that probably showed more skin than it hid, a smile on his face.
"Hey there," he drawled, trying to push the nervousness to the tips of his fingers, "I made breakfast, if you're interested. 'Else I've got coffee, or something stronger if you're in the mood."
He pushed the door open wide and offered her a smile.
"How've you been holdin' out?" He asked, his voice low and raw, apologetic in a way that conveyed there were words in him that just didn't quite know how to escape yet.
total word count: 1708 (239+109+208+172+162+117+131+164+173+69+94+70)
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Posted: Mon Oct 03, 2016 12:15 am
"Thoooorneeee."
Until she had a hug, Chel wasn't going to feel right. She'd always been bad at words and from the sound of it, Thorne was too at the moment. She was better with actions and a hug was the best way to move in for now.
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Posted: Mon Oct 03, 2016 12:23 am
Thorne couldn't help laughing, the startled burst of sound filling the air around them, as Chel went in for a hug. It was such a relief that he caught her with his arms and picked her up, spinning her in a circle before setting her down again.
"Well," he said, nuzzling the top of her head affectionately, "did the breakfast make you this happy or was it just my inevitable charm?"
The tease was gentle and amused, and he squished her to him before leaning back and smiling.
"Come on," he said, "I made a leaning tower of toast and if I eat it alone I'll get yelled at."
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Posted: Mon Oct 03, 2016 12:31 am
Chel kissed him on the side of the head even as she let go of the hug. It was such a breath of fresh air from the tense conversations and situations she'd been in lately. It was always work and then life or death magic; Chel was a bit strung at this point and she hadn't realized what a good nuzzle could do.
"Thorne babe, s'always both with you," she insisted, tucking her hand around his side as they walked, happy to squish into his side as he pulled. It was fun to pretend, even for a moment that things could go back to just a boy and a girl who met in a club and became good friends.
"A whole tower? ******** sake why'd you make a tower?" Not that Chel disapproved. It just seemed like there were better things to do. Like use his time to make, "Waffles. That's what you need a ********' tower of alright."
As they neared the toast she detached from him and rubbed her hands together. "I love breakfast."
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Posted: Mon Oct 03, 2016 4:35 pm
Thorne chuckled as he led her over to the kitchen bar where the breakfast was set up, rumbling as she squished into his side.
"Oh good," Thorne retorted, "I'm glad I retain some of my charm, at least, even though I wouldn't hold a grudge against anyone who chose breakfast over me."
There was, in fact, a tower of toast at the bar, alongside a fresh hot plate of eggs and bacon, and a pile of what look to be mickey mouse pancakes made out of boredom and a need to do something with his time that wasn't staring at batter.
"I had to use the bread somehow," Thorne remarked wryly, "I'm leaving to go on a road trip with Chris in a few days and god knows I'd rather make a ******** of toast then one hundred peanut butter and jelly sandwiches to drown in."
He paused and picked a piece of toast off of the pile, biting a corner and looking over at Chel.
"C'mon," he added with a grin, offering her a piece, "You can't start breakfast any other way than with toast and bottle of maple syrup to drown the pancakes in. I'll make sure to make waffles though, next time you stop by."
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Posted: Mon Oct 03, 2016 6:52 pm
This ... was a lot of food. Chel, a girl who's family had been bankrupt and scratching at the edges for living expenses, was a tad overwhelmed. It was a lot to take in and Chel felt guilty. Like she was somehow undeserving to be in its presence, Chel ducked her head a little.
"A roadtrip?" she questioned, raising an eyebrow as she skirted the enormous table. She avoided taking any plates or moving in on any of it before Thorne told her she could. "Where you guys goin'? An'-" She gave him wiggly eyebrows. "-I better get deets."
She knew Thorne wouldn't just go on a road trip with any old guy. She didn't think Thorne was about to get down on one knee with a ring, but she did have a hunch it was important.
"Throw some chocolate chips in too," she tacked on, in reference to the waffles.
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Posted: Mon Oct 03, 2016 10:30 pm
Thorne nibbled the toast, rumbling softly, and said, "Yeah. Chris asked and I said yes, so we're going to see how far across the states we can crawl."
He smiled at Chel, fond and guilty at the same time. "Not sure yet, where I'll end up, to be honest. But I'll send you postcards, yeah?" He laughed a little. "I'll find you some hilarious souvenirs too. All the terrible shirts I can find." He grinned a little. "Oh, you will. What would I ever do if I were to lose my one and only confidant?"
And he had. He almost had.
"Alright, chocolate chips. Maple syrup or whipped cream?" Thorne asked. But as he did, he couldn't help the guilt still rumbling in him. As it did, the piece of toast in Chel's hands sizzled a little, and a tiny message appeared that definitely had the word I'm sorry in it.
But it also had the word a**, because Thorne's thoughts were a lot less eloquent than what he said out loud.
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Posted: Sun Oct 09, 2016 12:00 am
Chel gave Thorne a look and then another look. "Shirts yes- postcards pass. Can't read that s**t anyways." She sensed the guilt in his voice and in his mannerisms. Even the way he nibbled on toast managed to feel like a pity party. She felt that too, but in a different way. Not guilty of her actions, but guilty that she'd failed him.
She had many, many questions about this Chris person and why was Thorne going on a road trip with him and "I said yes" was awfully marriage talk (and why was everyone getting a boyfriend by her what the <******** put that aside for now because Thorne had asked her a question and was doing something weird with toast. Clearly that was something that took priority. "All. What the ******** you doin' with that bread?"
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Posted: Sun Oct 09, 2016 12:07 am
"How do you feel about Mickey Mouse ears?" Thorne asked, grinning at Chel toothily. "I'm planning a certain surprise, and I want to bring something back for you."
But oh yeah - it was certainly marriage-esque talk, and Chel deserved every juicy detail of it. Thorne had that certain look in his eyes. That I'm in love and everything is terrible look, because he had learned to hide a lot of things but - well, that was just not one of them. Apparently.
"What?" Thorne asked, snapping out of it to look down at the bread.
It said a** on it.
"Oh my god," Thorne said, the sound muffled by the sudden clamp of hands over his face, "I did not mean to do that. I mean, I was thinking it, but - That wasn't supposed to happen. How did that - "
He pauses, guiltily, and stares at Chel.
"Does it still taste like toast?"
Asking the real questions here, Thorne.chiickadee pls 2 not die omfg rescues u
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Posted: Sun Oct 09, 2016 12:20 am
"I look good in anything," she told him earnestly, reaching forward for her own piece of toast. She inspected both sides for magic mumbo jumbo (honestly Chel couldn't trust anything anymore) then reached out for the butter and put a nice slice on her toast. She did like a good piece of buttered toast.
"Don't look at me. You made the a** toast. You gotta eat yer a** toast." She gave him an accusing look and took a bite of her own toast.
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Posted: Sun Oct 09, 2016 12:25 am
"Good, I'll get you the most outrageous one I can find," Thorne responded, entirely serious, and gave her the most s**t-eating grin he could manage. It fell though at the accusation and Thorne blew out a raspberry, a sharp blow of sound.
"Fine," he said, "But if I die, you have to scatter my ashes. I'll dedicate the liquor cabinet to you in my will." With that, he reached for one of the pieces of a** toast and took a bite, a loud crunch resounding through the room. He was a secret carb addict though, and honestly, it could have tasted like anything and Thorne would have still shoved it down.
Waste not, or something like that.
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Posted: Sun Oct 09, 2016 1:57 pm
"Just one?" she challenged back at him. Her s**t-eating grin could conquer cities if it needed to. Conquering Thorne was probably a much easier task.
She put a hand over her heart. "A whole liquor cabinet? s**t why don't you sign over yer unborn child too? Make this shindig real official." She bit into her own toast and looked him over with an amused look.
It was maybe telling of their characters that neither seemed to want to approach how things had changed. They didn't even ask if things had changed. They just continued their banter and ate their toast; shove down any wayward feelings.
"So you an' Chris serious or somethin'? Road trip's fun as hell either way." Chel was very open and upfront about touchy subjects when it came to relationships, at least.
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Posted: Sun Oct 09, 2016 4:25 pm
Thorne drops a wink at Chel, all mischief, and says, "I'm trying not to ruin the surprise even more than I already have. Maybe I'll just bring you back an entire castle instead."
Thorne laughs at the next thing out of her mouth, open and whole. Chel makes things simple, easy, and Thorne cannot help matching her hand-over-heart expression. "Oh, only if you insist," he drawled, "Anything to please you."
Thorne pauses at the question, biting another letter off of the a** toast. His eyes flick to Chel, and he smiles at her, warm and fond and a little bit guilty.
"I wish," he returns easily, "But I don't think that's what he wants, and I'd rather not be the one to impose. I'm hardly quality material for dating, after all."
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Posted: Sun Oct 09, 2016 4:30 pm
Disneyland. It was really obvious he was talking about disneyland. Thorne wasn't even remotely sneaky. HE DIDN'T EVEN TRY.
But Chel said nothing on the matter and let him believe he was being sneaky because it was more fun that way. She'd even practice her surprised faces for when he returned from the trip and said as much.
The toast was disappointing when it only said "S."
She had finished her slice and moved forward to grab another piece. "The ******** you mean? Yer a great catch. F'he said otherwise I'll kick his nuts in." She waggled her toast at Thorne. "We only got so many years here, Thorne. You best go for him or not go at all, y'feel me?" She was certainly one to talk, keeping all of her personal business to herself and never revealing it to others.
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