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 Posted: Wed Oct 31, 2018 8:45 pm
“A Masters degree? Virell, that’s awesome!” Eric blinked rapidly, his respect for the half broken male in his arms rising. “So you really aren’t just a pretty face after all…if you’re good in math…that’s actually my biggest weakness. Maybe if I go back to school…you could tutor me? I had a hankering to try to get a degree in business or marketing but…honestly? It was the math part that really stopped me. I had a calc class my last semester but had to drop it…nothing made any sense at all, and so when I got my AA I just kind of…never bothered to continue.”
A full scholarship? He must be really smart to have earned that…especially for a graduate degree…
“You’re amazing…”
And for a moment, Eric couldn’t quite see why Virell would want to spend his time with an orphan college dropout who made bad life decisions by giving up his high paid jobs to others…perhaps he was just too soft hearted for this smart…beautiful, talented guy who would most likely just get tired of him after a few weeks anyway…
Perhaps all Eric was good at was putting people together again…but…
Hey. At least Virell would get a smile back.
Quietly he sighed and pressed his lips against the male’s hair again. “You get to be Virell, the smart sensitive guy who just wants someone to adore him for who he is and not how he looks, right? Well…feel free to be him whenever you want too...I find nothing about you to be boring in the slightest.”
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Posted: Sun Nov 04, 2018 6:35 am
For a moment, Virell debated. He couldn't quite put his finger on what it was that was making him feel so good about all of this, but he swallowed and just rested against him. "You make me sound sweet," he murmured.
...He could relax like this. Eric hadn't made fun of him, hadn't rejected him. He was making plans, talking to him. Asking for his help, even, if he were to go back to school.
"I think you should go back. DCU has a lot of good programs. If math is the only thing holding you back, you could come over for study sessions. I..."
He hadn't really confessed this to anyone, but, "I like math. It's...a puzzle. All the pieces are there, you just have to stick them together. When I was younger...I don't know, I used to do math problems. I didn't like reading, I wasn't very good at it. But I was in a lot of offices, a lot of waiting rooms. A lot of unfamiliar places, where I didn't know anyone or didn't know what to do. So, I did math. It was like doing a puzzle, only no one could take the pieces or throw it all on the ground."
He shrugged; it had apparently been a common enough problem in his life that he operated with it as a valid explanation. "Business or marketing would be smart, though. I mean. You could even open up a modeling company of your own," he mused. "If you wanted, one day."
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Posted: Sun Nov 04, 2018 7:07 am
Eric smiled softly, nodding at his words. If he had someone to help him get through the math…perhaps it wouldn’t be so bad to try and finish up getting a Bachelors…he had enough saved and there had to be scholarships for people going back to school…right?
He listened to the male begin to gush about just how much that he enjoyed math, and there hinted at something deeper but…perhaps he was sick as a child? He shouldn’t pry so early in their…their relationship but, he nuzzled the male. “You…almost make me want to like math too. I hope that I can at least not hate it a little bit…if you can help me see it as a puzzle…what a neat way of thinking, Vi…”
There wasn’t a hint of mockery in his voice, and after a moment he sighed, getting a bit more comfortable and shifting the blonde so that he was more in Eric’s lap. “…You know, we could plan to do it together if you’d be interested. Open an agency of our own. I could work on the marketing and you could do the books and the things like that…and we can put ol’ Frankie boy out of business for what he’s done to you.”
Eric was more than a little smug at the thought of the sharp business man being put out and laughed suddenly. “…Maybe it can be a really good starting agency? We can make it one that you don’t have to sabotage the other models…Things could be fair…or we could try to keep them as fair as we could. I mean, just because you and I are clearly demi-gods, it doesn’t mean we’ll stay quite this perfect looking forever…”
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Posted: Mon Nov 05, 2018 10:35 pm
Virell didn't seem to mind being in his lap; instead, he found it rather comfortable and it was easy to relax against him. An almost sad look crossed his face at the reminder that he wouldn't look so good forever. "Not with the way I put on makeup," he countered, but it was a half-assed argument. He wasn't wearing his usual makeup today and he knew that if you weren't eighteen, you were already on the downward path of aging.
He chewed on the inside of his cheek and confessed, "I don't think I'd mind that, though. Starting up my own agency. I mean, I've got all the contacts, a good rapport. I know the business. I'm decent with programming, so I could take care of the websites and computer things. I like programming," he said, clearing his throat and trying to sound less like a nerd.
He'd never said that out loud, not with Nick, even. "...Accounting and financing, or teaching. I like analyzing the data. I like working with algorithms. Modeling is my comfort zone, I got into it when I was in my mid, late teens. It was a good excuse to get out of the house and start earning a paycheck. But it's a dangerous environment."
He was quiet for a moment and then confessed, "Maybe I'd like to make it a little safer. I'd look after people working for me. I mean, if I went down that route. It'd still be a bit down the way, I'm not ready to throw in the towel just yet."
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Posted: Tue Nov 06, 2018 7:04 am
Eric chuckled softly and sighed. “I mean, I’m not thinking for at least what…a couple of decades? Your beauty isn’t going to fade any time soon, I know that for a fact.” His hand brushed the male’s arm lightly and he tucked his chin onto Virell’s shoulder.
“I think it might be a fun idea. And…if you’re good with programming, that’s even better, because it means we don’t have to waste the money to get an outside programmer!” He sounded excited and eager. “I’ve never met someone who liked programming…what can you make? Do you ever make apps or anything? Games? That…that’s really neat I…enjoy technology. I spend a lot of time on the internet looking things up, and I just…I adore phone games. More than I should if I’m going to be honest but.”
He shrugged. “I think you’re really neat to be so passionate about something most people dislike. I…I think your passion is really cute, honestly.”
Eric beamed, nodding. “I think making it safer is a really good idea. And who knows, perhaps you and me can change the whole industry if we try hard enough. I mean, I doubt it but…it’s a neat thought. Changing the world and all…don’t you think?”
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Posted: Wed Nov 07, 2018 7:43 am
A couple of decades? Eric had more faith in his youth than he did, himself, but he smiled all the same. There was a part of Virell that seemed tickled with the idea that he could look out for anyone. And maybe Eric was just flirting, maybe he was just talking out of his a**, but even if this was all just make believe, Virell still liked to hear it.
He couldn't help but smile at Eric's enthusiasm; it was a little contagious and helped him open up just a bit. "I don't think I can change the world," he admitted. "But maybe someone's. I used to think about it a lot, when I was younger."
He was quiet, debating on the best way to word his thoughts without making himself sound pathetic. "I've been in my own little bubble for most of my life. What I did never impacted anyone. It never meant anything to, or for, anyone. If I keep down this path," he shrugged. "When I die, it won't matter. No one will miss me, no one will care. I'll have been a spec on this earth, and I won't have done anything."
He chewed on the inside of his cheek. "I want to...leave something behind. Even...if it's just something, just for one person, if I can make their life better. I want that. I want--I want to make enough money now to start my own Agency, one day. I want to make enough money to have a big house. I want to adopt kids. Like sixty," he said, though it sounded almost like he'd accidentally spoken a thought instead of deliberately shared that with Eric.
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Posted: Wed Nov 07, 2018 7:44 am
Eric listened and swallowed hard. Sixty kids? He didn’t even…he didn’t even really like kids, much less want to adopt sixty.
But he couldn’t deny that what Virell said made sense. Didn’t everyone want to leave their mark on the world no matter how small it was? To be remembered…didn’t that mean that death never…never really even happened?
Though…Eric had to also admit that the conversation was traveling down paths of thought that he wasn’t really comfortable with traversing right now and he cleared his throat. “I don’t know if I could handle sixty kids…I mean, I’ve never even wanted to have one much less that many but…maybe with time you can change my mind. Just, take it slow, yeah? The big house and modeling agency I am totally down for though. And making people’s lives better but…”
He shrugged. “That’s a lot of pairs of feet running around…where would we ever put a hundred and twenty shoes?”
Eric worked hard to make sure his voice stayed steady and thought he did a pretty good job of it. “…But I hope maybe you can work me into your thoughts and dreams of the future. If that’s not too strange.”
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Posted: Wed Nov 07, 2018 8:00 am
Virell just seemed thoughtful. "I don't know," he finally said, and sighed. "It's a stupid idea, anyway. I'd be a terrible parent."
He didn't have much confidence there, in any sort of family life, but even as he said the words, there was a little spark of something and he picked his head up and declared, quite firmly, "But even a mediocre parent who is trying their hardest is better than no parent at all. And I've already made up my mind on it. I'm going to adopt. Or at least foster. But ideally adopt. Older kids, I think. I promised myself, a long time ago, and even if that means no one ever loves me, no one ever wants to be with me, I have to do that."
He looked at Eric. "I'm not trying to chase you away. I admit, I'm very interested in you. After all of this, I want to get to know you better. I want you to take me on dates. I want to feel special. Important." Loved, but maybe that was too forward to say.
...Well, talking about having kids was probably already too forward to say, but Virell wasn't going to tiptoe around it. He wasn't going to let himself fall in love with someone who couldn't see themselves living that life.
"So, maybe, even if our love lives don't lead us down the same path, let's at least stay friends. You have a good head on your shoulders, I think. And a kind heart. And I get the impression I could ask for help and you'd always be there, and I need a friend like that."
He had a bit of his fire in his eyes again, though he looked tired and starved still, but his passion was still burning.
"So, yes." He gave him a look over, fleeting, almost flirtatiously. "I'm pretty sure I can work you into my dreams."
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Posted: Wed Nov 07, 2018 9:57 am
He was quiet now, thinking over everything…and the idea of adopting an older child did have its appeal but…
“I can see why we’d want to help the ones that don’t have any hope left but…do you think you’d want to get a baby too? Because, I don’t know…I’d like to raise a baby, I think. At least one…there’s all of those…those firsts that you get to experience with a baby…and yeah, I know that babies are the ones that always…but…oh!”
Eric looked almost excited for a moment. “Maybe we can get a family. Maybe there will be a family and…oh jeeze.”
Now he was the one reading too much into the future but…there was just something about the spark that was igniting in Virell’s eyes that made him be able to see things so much more clearly. And after a moment, he leaned forward and kissed the blonde’s lips softly, pleased. When he pulled away, he was grinning. “We keep getting carried away, but I don’t think I want to help it. I want to make plans with you, and see where life leads but yes, I will always be your friend, no matter what curves come our way. That’s a promise I can keep with no issues what so ever.”
Eric kissed him again, with a little more passion this time and then said, lips moving against Virell’s. “I hope I’m in all of your dreams from now on…It sounds like the best place in the world to be.”
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Posted: Wed Nov 07, 2018 5:53 pm
The kissing, Virell understood. The kissing, that was on pace with where VIrell usually was in new relationships at about this point. Usually they weren't hashing out possible plans for the future, but...
He could go on a thousand dates with a thousand people and always wind up alone the next day. He was still young, but it felt hopeless. He had a lonliness, an emptiness, inside of him, that he'd wanted filled since he was a child.
He wanted to belong. Not for the night, for the long run. Forever.
Making plans for a family--he didn't need someone for that. He would get so wealthy, so successful, that they'd have no choice but to let him adopt, even if he was only a single parent.
Finding someone to pursue his dreams with was just icing on the cake.
...Eric was trying, though. Strange young man that he was. He barely knew Virell, and yet he was willing to humor these ideas for the future. They hadn't been on a date yet, and Virell didn't know if they would even be compatible in the slightest. But...
Eric had given him the shoot, and at the very least, Virell owed him. It helped that he found himself rather fond of the man he was resting against, the man he was kissing.
When he drew away, it was complacently. He felt calm, in a way he hadn't in a long while. He felt...hopeful.
He smiled at Eric.
"...We'll see. Let's see if you can put up with me for the next few days, at least. I suppose we should try to take it...slower, but. Everything is so fast paced in Destiny City. This isn't...what I'm used to. But I..."
He reached over, to brush some of Eric's hair out of his face. "...I like it. I needed this, I think. Thank you."
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Posted: Sun Nov 11, 2018 9:28 am
Eric nodded and rested his cheek against Virell’s hand. “I like it too, Vi…I don’t normally move this fast when I find someone…but…I don’t know. Something about you throws me a little off my game and…I don’t mind. I hope you don’t think you’re too forward of me kissing you…your lips were just far…far too tempting…and they were as soft and sweet as I could have ever hoped.”
Not that he had ever really found someone before. His last relationship had been when he was a teenager and that had ended with his boyfriend moving across the country.
Virell’s smile though, it would have made him go week in the knees if he hadn’t been already sitting down, and he laughed softly.
“You’re…welcome. But I didn’t do anything except follow my own feelings on things…I find you very likeable so…this was easy and there’s no need to thank me for anything.”
Even the giving up the shoot had been an easy decision when he really came down to thinking about it. It was a decent thing to do…and one that he hadn’t had regrets on past the first few minutes.
…And the biggest regrets that he had were not giving the male the shoot at the meeting with Frank but.
Hey. He had fixed his mistake…and now…they were sitting here cuddling. Virell was smiling and Eric felt as though he could have taken off into flight had he been so inclined.
But, right now there wasn’t anything that would drag him away from where he was sitting. “You’re on, Vi. Let’s focus on the next few days…and after that…the rest of the future.”
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