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 Posted: Tue Jan 05, 2021 6:10 am
Jace might have sighed, at the birds, or the shudder at the fake blood, but it was so Holden that he couldn't even be upset about it. He had too many pictures of birds on his phone, too many pictures that were saved because he wanted to understand just what Holden thought was beautiful.
"Yeah, well. Your brother could probably break through a wall to save you." Jace could probably glare daggers at him, but that alone hadn't stopped anyone's heart. Yet.
What Jace lacked in Callan's size, he liked to think he could make up for with pure ferocity. Callan seemed the sort who might hold his punches. Jace would probably just go into a feral rage.
"...So I'm glad you're doing some sort of basic workout. It's healthy for you. And it means if you got in trouble while I wasn't around, I wouldn't have to worry so much. Of everyone in Destiny City right now, I'd worry about you the most. You're too nice. Maybe Nelson too, but he doesn't even seem fun to pick on. Q would straight up stab any problems. Xander would talk until he bored them to death." He shrugged, now too used to Holden in his arms to want to let him go.
"...But you will never see me in a vigilante costume. Ever. I have a career to think about. Besides, my mother would find out in a heartbeat and kill me, so. Short lived career. This isn't just another attempt to try and get me into a wrestling suit, right? --Do I even seem like the vigilante type?" he scoffed, sounding too like his mother. "I don't care about people enough to stick my neck out for them. Unless they plan to pay me."
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Posted: Tue Jan 05, 2021 10:30 am
“Fair… I think probably I will never see one of the city monsters because they see me with you, or my brother…and if I saw EITHER of you scowl, I would run too.” He nibbled at his piece of pizza. “At least…they didn’t … make the birds monsters.” He whispered. “…Also um, isn’t the point of Vigilante costumes, that people don’t know it's you? So wouldn’t it follow that I wouldn’t KNOW I saw you in a vigilante costume? Because I could absolutely see you in the right kind of costume.”
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Posted: Tue Jan 05, 2021 1:16 pm
Jace figured, briefly and distantly, that if there were monsters in general than somewhere out there, there must be bird monsters too. He didn't want to break Holden's heart, so he kept quiet.
"You see my scowl all the time, and for some reason, you never run."
He couldn't bring himself to scowl now. Partly because of the pizza he'd just shoved in his mouth. Partly because, well. His face didn't feel like it needed to be scowling. It felt nice to relax.
He just needed to make sure he didn't get complacent and set himself up for failure.
"...Holden, again. Stop imagining me in costumes," he said with faux exasperation. "I will probably never wear what you are imagining me wearing."
He was quiet, chewed, and then asked, "What are you imagining me wearing?"
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Posted: Tue Jan 05, 2021 1:22 pm
Holden grinned and took another bite of Pizza. “Hmmm… Thigh-high boots, the kinky kind…and like… a leather mini skirt that JUST brushes your thighs, maybe the shirt I made you…” He paused and looked thoughtful. “Ohhh!… And Garters. Everyone looks good in Garters. Well… almost everyone. You have good legs you’d be fine.” He looked suitably amused with his reply before answering more seriously. Mmm… For Vigilante though, I don’t know…you study law, That just makes me think Greek, like… being an orator. You could like….argue people or monsters into punching themselves in the face. You still need kinky boots though.” He added with a mischievous wiggle. He considered for a moment. "What about you? If you had to imagine something..."
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Posted: Tue Jan 05, 2021 1:58 pm
Oh, there was the embarrassment again, the flustered--what was that, rage? Was he mad? Why was he so hot?
"No," he said, strained, because he didn't know if he was scandalized or--whatever this other emotion was. "I like the shirt, though," he said, and kept it at that. "You got my size perfect. I'd almost think you stole a shirt out of my closet to take measurements. Skirt--why--I couldn't wear--Holden, you're horrible, that sounds like something you'd dress Q in. Did you forget who you were talking about? I can't," he said, and tried to forcibly sigh, like that would be enough to try and chase the image from his own mind.
Focus on the shirt. The shirt was the sane part of that. The shirt was good. Forget the rest, it could never happen.
Forget that Holden was talking about his legs. When had Holden been looking at his legs?
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Posted: Tue Jan 05, 2021 3:22 pm
Holden laughed, a bubbling up of joy. “Maybe I think you’d both rock that looks?” He offered a smile that was only a little mischievous. “Besides, if it’s manliness you worry about, then think about Kilts? I like Kilts!” He stuck out his lower lip and then added. “And you didn’t say anything about what I might wear! No fun at all.”
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Posted: Tue Jan 05, 2021 5:21 pm
Jace just snorted and shoved the rest of the pizza in his mouth, so much that he nearly choked on it. It was a fight to chew it, to swallow it, and when he did he muttered, "A turkey costume."
He said it with such force, such brutal enthusiasm, that it almost sounded truthful.
It wasn't.
Jace didn't give himself time to imagine things, much. He didn't dream of fanciful things, he didn't have longing moments. Usually.
He found himself, oddly, on the spotlight, because he didn't know what to say. Nothing he could imagine would ever surpass how Holden already dressed, and every answer that flitted through his mind was useless.
A mermaid costume. A toga. A ballgown. Nothing. School uniform. Batman.
"A suit," he fumbled out, because that was really the only thing he could imagine, and his face was burning as he tried to scatter the thoughts Holden had summoned. He hurried to embellish, in some way, "You'd look good in a suit. With your adjustments. But you look good in everything. The only fashion I understand is courtroom fashion. So I can only imagine you in that. And, maybe, your brother's wrestling uniform? But I can't see you going out to be a vigilante. Don't go out and do that. You can't get hurt or I'd have to get revenge for you. It was hard enough not to have you around for a few months, I don't know what I'd do if I didn't have you at all."
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Posted: Tue Jan 05, 2021 6:09 pm
The turkey costume earned Jace a very light elbow to the ribs, though for all that he didn’t take it seriously. Perhaps he could tease Jace later by wearing such a thing to a costume event. The suit comment though, he hadn’t expected that. He hadn’t really expected to be teased in turn, but he also hadn’t expected that. The reasoning was sound though. “Fair enough.” He said with a small nod. “I would absolutely need a well-tailored one, I do not have the classic frame after all.” He mused. “I may even have to consider getting one tailored by someone else.” He mused. “ Just to be sure. Perhaps you could recommend a style when I do that!” “Now I have to figure out how to do a ‘sexy’ turkey though, in true modern Halloween tradition.”
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Posted: Tue Jan 05, 2021 7:26 pm
Jace almost said it. Almost told him he was already a sexy turkey, and bit down on his tongue so hard he tasted ********>, three hours out of the books and he was losing his mind. No wonder Xander was always saying stupid things.
"I'd go suit shopping with you," he said instead. "I know a few shops that do in-house tailoring. They do all the suggestions for you there." Unless you went with his mother, because she knew everything, and he bit his tongue again because he wasn't supposed to be having these thoughts and he knew it.
"...You can always play dress up with my old suits, though. They're in good condition. I think I've still got mine from a year or two ago, that I've grown out of. It might fit you. It's got a little purple accent. You'd look good in purple."
Or maybe it was just because he was already wearing Jace's sweater, and he was already trying to think about him wearing something else.
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Posted: Tue Jan 05, 2021 7:38 pm
“You think so?” Holden sounded pleased. It was probably a good thing he didn’t say the sassy reply that almost tripped out of his mouth though. He thought he’d probably have given Jace either a heart attack or the most massive confusing look ever. “For you, I will play dress-up whenever you ask.” He said, which was…. almost better. … Almost.
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Posted: Wed Jan 06, 2021 6:10 am
If Jace had been more confident in what anyone else might have called flirting, he could have come up with something nice to say.
Jace didn't know a thing about flirting. He was painfully oblivious to any social etiquette about attraction and could only assume that the heat in his face and the throb in his chest was an underlying fear of being caught disobeying his mother--or heartburn.
He couldn't sputter, he'd instigated this, so instead he just rested his chin on Holden's shoulder again.
"...That's because you like playing dress up. If anyone gave you invitation to their closet, you'd have fun," he said, watching as an ugly monster dripped blood down the halls in the show. Horror might have been the wrong choice, especially given that he had absolutely no idea what was going on. He gave Holden's back a gentle pat, like he needed to soothe them from the gory image.
He wouldn't admit that he missed tagging along with Holden to thrift stores and watching how he threw new outfits together, not when he'd done such a good job of sitting there, exasperated and groaning during the whole affair in years past.
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