He’s wearing a “Kiss me I’m Irish” t-shirt that Art gave him one Christmas and though he usually doesn’t wear things like that, he wears this one for his partner’s sake, albeit underneath an unbuttoned long sleeve shirt that only allows the “me I’m” part to be seen.
SHYMA MADE ME POST THIS HORRIBLE THING
Back, straight, shoulders, out. New coat, dark jeans and a pair of comfortable converse. Hair, neat. Short and clean as he’d gotten it cut just the other day. Eyes, gray and hidden behind green contacts. Face, clean, washed, shaved and chin up, Art Davenport was finally ready. It’d been a while since Art had put so much care and consideration into his appearance, or anything at all really. He’d long lost the bounce in his step he had at one time but just the simple notion of an outing with Alex to catch up had him feeling like he was fifteen again.
Running a hand through his hair one last time reverting it back to the way it was a half an hour ago, Art left his small flat. He walked quickly across the grounds, not sure if it was the anxiety or the weather that was making him move so fast. He wrapped his coat, that was made more for it’s appearance than anything, tighter around himself as he made his way to the Astronomy Tower. Calm as he looked from the outside, Art was actually a good bit of nervous. He was on his way to visit the one man he loved with all his heart and soul. The one man that had pulled him out of the rut of depression he’d fallen into and loved him like no other. The one man he’d been praying to see again every day for months. And yet somehow, he didn’t want his walk to the tower to end. Art guessed it was probably because this was also the man that left him and under circumstances that Art understood completely, but couldn’t help but feeling hurt over. And as much as he’d tried, he couldn’t help but let Alex’s leaving affect him. As a matter of fact, not only had it disrupted his daily life, but it’d also changed him as a person. Led him to use Mason as rebound and then treat his best friend the way he didn’t deserve one bit. It’s altered him so much and he could see the change in himself now. He could see the ugly, person he’d become and he could no longer see the light he once could in his own eyes. It hurt Art and it was only because he loved Alexander that he couldn’t bring himself to blame it on the older man, but rather blamed himself for this change. Blamed himself for letting things get so far.
Art stopped at the base of the stairs to the Astronomy Tower and looked up them for a moment. We wondered if he was going to tell Alex all of that. Probably not because he was brave and bold when it came to everything but the matters of the heart, which in retrospect was completely contradictory to what Gryffindors were supposed to be. Art sighed once again and began a quick trot up the narrow stairs. He was afraid to some extent. Afraid of becoming so closely involved with Alex only to be left again. He knew the second he looked into those navy blue eyes, he’d fall harder than he had in months, years even, but that was the scary part. The scary part was loving with all his heart because he didn’t have any control over it, knowing that Alex might just leave him again. That, was exactly the thought that had Art standing in front of Alex’s door for several minutes after he’d climbed all those stairs, simply staring at the steel plate label on the door that read A. Tomlin.
Scrubbing his hands across his face and deciding he really, truly had nothing to lose at all, Art raised a fist and knocked on the door, just below the sign. He removed his eyes from the door and stuffed his hands into his pocket, feeling impatient as ever. He bounced a little in his place and realized there was only thing left to do at the moment. And so Art waited.
Some Tomport gifs because I got bored.
DON’TKILLME
“NO, NO, NO, YOU CALL THAT A PASS?!”
Alexander Tomlin leaned away from his partner as the younger man shot off the couch, sending the bowl of popcorn on his lap toppling over.
“And I was just starting to enjoy that” Alex pointed at the popcorn that was all over the floor now.
“Did you see what he just did, he cannot do that! Why haven’t they thrown him off the team for pulling crap like that?!” Art shouted, looking over at Alex with a look of genuine frustration on his face.
Alex simply chuckled. He reached out, took a hold of Art’s wrist and pulled him back onto the couch. Art fell back with a thump and leaned closer as Alex replaced his arm around his shoulder. He looked up at Alex again and this time, didn’t scream but still spoke with disbelief in his voice, “He totally can’t do that, you know.”
“I know, I know” Alex shook his head with a smile. “Tell me, how exactly did you get so into American football anyway?”
“Ehm…college” Art muttered absentmindedly, struggling to take his eyes from the screen. Eventually though, he tilted his chin up to look at Alex. “Me and the boys in my dorm used to throw these huge parties and sit in front of Jason’s-he was the one with the really rich parents-so we’d all go to his place and sit in front of his flat screen telly with chips and dip and soda and just scream at it till we couldn’t anymore and it was the greatest!” By this point Art was gesturing with his arms spread out in different directions.
“I’m sure it was fun” Alex smiled, brow still raised in a bit of an amused expression.
“It was” Art nodded. “And don’t worry about it, I didn’t really get any of it at first either, but you’ll get used to it. Two more superbowls and you’ll be screaming at the t.v too, trust me.”
“I should hope so-wait hang on, is he allowed to do that?” Alex said, leaning forward as someone tackled the quarterback after he released the ball.
“Uh, no, that was totally roughing the passer” Art said, sitting up as well. “Look, the ref is walking over to call that one. See, you do have an eye for this stuff!” he laughed as he put a hand on Alex’s thigh. “Ok” he said, pointing to the right side of the screen, “You see that guy, he’s the quarterback and that’s the outside line backer, and that’s the…”
Oh I do believe
In all the things you say
What comes is better than what came before
And you’d better come come, come come to me
Better come come, come come to me
Better run, run run, run run to me
Better comeI Found A Reason-Cat Power
Before
It was a bit strange how Art always chose to show up at Alex’s doorstep. He could have easily gone back to his own flat, which by the way was closer, or even crashed at Carson’s place, but instead he chose to go to Alex. Every single fifteenth of September after drinking himself senseless he’d go to Alex knowing the older man would take care of him. Even in his fuzzy state he knew.
It was his way of forgetting one love, one chapter of his life, one best friend and searching desperately in the darkness for a new one.
During
“He’s my best friend.”
That’s what Art answered when people outside of the school asked who the blue eyed, brown haired wonder of a man he’d started holding hands with was. Who this man was that made Art grin with every word he said and every smile he gave. It was what he told Adrian and what he told that crazy old bartender from Hog’s Head too. It was what was running through Art’s mind as his fingers weaved into Alexander Tomlin’s short, smooth locks of hair while his other hand rested on a soft, cotton clothed side. It was what made Art smile like he’d never smiled before against slightly swollen lips, pressed up against his own.
Because one couldn’t find a lover without finding a friend first and Art considered himself lucky to be able to find a lover in his best one.
After
There wasn’t a day in the months after Alex’s departure that Art didn’t think about him. Hardly an evening that he didn’t go up to the Astronomy Tower to see how many of the stars’ names he could remember and stare hard at the wooden door to the flat that still had the steel name tag reading A. Tomlin on it. Hardly a morning it didn’t upset him to wake up to the empty left side of the queen sized bed he and Alex had bought together and an afternoon in which he didn’t miss midday Guinness in London. Of course that didn’t stop him from making it through the days. He had to drag himself through some of them, but he still made it. And eventually, someone else stepped up to help him make it. Yes, Mason Stancliff was more than eager to help.
There also wasn’t a day in the months after his return home that Alex didn’t think about Art. As a matter of fact he was all Alex really thought about for a long time. His eyes would catch movie posters taped lazily against store windows and count the many times Art had dragged him to the theater to see it. He’d see an animal, a cat, a dog, any kind of stray and instantly think back to the dozens of creatures Art would flood their old flat with, claiming all they needed was a home and some love. He’d see things and imagine what they could have been. How they could have been and how they could have lived.
He’d imagine till he stepped through the doors of his home, heading straight for the room occupied by his ailing mother. At that moment Alex stopped being an estranged best friend and became a son.
Again
He’s my best friend, Art thought.
That was the only way what was happening was even possible. It was the only way Art was staring into those ever so familiar navy blue eyes shining in the sun light again and the only way those strong arms were around him again.
It was the only way the left side of Art’s bed was warm again and everything fell back into place so quickly. The trust, the bond, the love and over all else, the friendship.
Forever
And even so many years later, Art couldn’t believe it.
Looking into the little girl’s bright green eyes, prominent from the light freckled skin around them. Feeling her tiny fists resting on his chest and the light weight of her body on his lap. Listening to her loud, playful laughter along with her call of “Daddy!” Art could never help but smile every time the child addressed him that way.
“Papa!” the small red headed girl would turn and look to the other side of the room to another. Another brown haired man who sat across the room, newspaper in hands, smile on his face.
Ring shining on his finger, Alex lowered his paper and spoke in a warm voice as one would use when addressing a child, “Who’s your daddy, Em?”
And little Emma Davenport-Tomlin would reply, “Your best friend, papa.”
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“Hey, Alex?” Art says casually as he enters the kitchen and crosses over to the refrigerator. He opens it and sticks his head almost entirely in.
“Hm?” from where he’s seated at the kitchen table, Alex lowers his newspaper and chuckles when he sees Art.
“D’ya mind if we had a student stay over here for a few days?” Art asks, not straying from his search of food in the fridge. “Just until we can get things sorted out. She’s just a bit lost and needs some help, some care for a bit, you know?”
Alex puts his newspaper flat on the table and quirks his head a bit. “And which student might this be? Scorp or Al again or…”
“Ehm no…Kaya” Art mutters, reaching into the fridge and grabbing a hold of the carton of milk.
“Absolutely not!” Alex says a bit louder than he’d intended.
“What?” Art furrows his brows and peeks up at Alex from above the refrigerator door. “Why ever not?”
“Because she’s more than a little bit of a trouble maker, she hardly ever makes it to classes, I would know, she’s been in mine for months, and more than half the time she’s keeping the empty halls company with her underage drunken self!” Alex cried out.
“Ok, I admit, she’s a bit of a mess, but that’s what we’re here for, right?” Art says closing the fridge door and beginning to walk over to Alex. “To teach! We’ll teach her, ok? She just needs some guidance.”
Alex rolls his eyes and exhales deeply.
“Please?” Art pulls on the sweetest smile and biggest puppy eyes he can. “She’ll be good. We’ll both be good. I’ll house train her, I swear.”
Alex opens his mouth to speak, but Art beats him to it. “And absolutely no alcohol, I promise. She’ll be totally good and you can do something about it if she’s not, ok?” Art comes to stand in front of Alex and holds the older man’s gaze for a while before adding. “Come on, she’s just a kid. A lost one at that.” Then he crouches down between Alex’s knees and takes the older man’s hands into his. “Plus..” he whispers, looking up into navy blue eyes “It’ll be just like having our own kid…you know?”
Alex rolls his eyes and exhales again, except this time there’s a smile accompanying it and he looks down at Art with a fond, eye brow raised expression. “Fine, but just for a few-” He doesn’t finish seeing as Art jumps up at that moment, kisses him hastily on the cheek, shouts a “Thank you, Lex, I love you, I’ll go tell her you said yes now” and bolts out of the kitchen and a second later, out of the flat. Pajama pants with Rolling Stones t-shirt and all.
- Characters: Alexander Tomlin - Unknown person.
- Setting: Astronomy Tower
- Genre: Torture Scene
- Short - One Sentence - Summary: Alexander is followed to the Astronomy tower by an unknown person.
- Notes: After the long strike it’s from the other person’s point of view.
Cologne. Strong and bold from Burberry. That’s what Art was wearing as he made his way across the school grounds, a slight bounce to his step. There was always a bit of a bounce to his step when he headed to the Astronomy Tower. He was always wearing his best clothes and favorite cologne, always clean shaven and in tip top shape. The air around him just seemed that much fresher the closer he got to the tower. It was just seeing Alex again that put Art in this giddy state. He’d accepted that their relationship would take much longer to rekindle now, much longer to smooth out the wrinkles time had made in it, but he could care less. For Art, just being able to see Alex’s smile on a daily basis was enough for him. It would be enough for him for an entire lifetime if that was all that was given to him.
It was exactly that reason that he had that bounce to his step, a smile on his face and the wind in his hair as he trotted up the stairs of the Astronomy Tower. He couldn’t wait to spend the evening together, in what he hoped would be their first dinner date since Alex’s return. He was expecting a lot from his visit.
What he wasn’t expecting though, was to step onto the observatory deck and immediately spot a broken, bloody body cast off at a corner of the deck. And Art, being the ever concerned&caring Gryffindor he was, rushed over in an instant. His heart only took a leap into his throat when he stepped close and recognized the person.
”Shit” he muttered as he fell to his knees. Despite the bloody surrounding and covering Alexander Tomlin’s body, Art didn’t hesitate to pull the older man into his arms and cradle him against his chest. ”Shit, shit, shit” he spoke more to himself than anyone, eyes darting across Alex’s body trying to survey visible wounds past the blood. He pressed two fingers to the side of Alex’s neck and searched desperately for a pulse. He was relieved only in the slightest when he felt faint thumps under his fingers. ”Alex, can you hear me, love?” he spoke gently as he ran a hand through Alex’s short, brown hair. the older man shifted a bit, relieving Art just a little more. He appeared to be capable of moving most of his limbs so whoever attacked him, while spilled a lot of blood, didn’t break anything or cause anything too permanent like paralysis. Which begged the question, who exactly was it that attacked Alex to begin with? How had they managed an attack on such an open campus anyway? All thoughts that rushed into Art’s mind at once only to be cast aside by the only important thought at that moment; was Alex going to be alright?
Art surveyed the area real quick. They deck of the Astronomy Tower was useless supply wise, not to mention it was freezing so high up. Art wasn’t sure how well stocked up Alex’s place was anymore, so he decided his place was the best option now. He glanced down at Alex and at his bloodstained hand that rested on the older man’s chest. ”Hey, hang on just a little longer, Lexy, I’ve got you” he whispered before hugging Alex’s body closer and disaparating from his spot.
Art crackled into existence again at his flat. He laid Alex down on the sofa(which was so used to absorbing the many bloods of people who all decided to show up at his doorstep in front of the hospital wing, he didn’t even care about it being stained anymore) and immediately sat down himself at the edge of it to begin treating what he could. He accioed items from around the house and started off with a minimal of cleaning some of the blood up so he could see the wounds he needed to heal.
Art winced when he saw the deep gashes across Alex’s bare chest. He drew his wand from his pocket and pointed carefully to them and spoke in clear incantation, ”Vulnera Sanentur.”
He watched with much distaste, as the first gash began patching itself up. He never did like watching these enhanced healing processes. They all just seemed so artificial to him. As he performed the spell, he watched Alex’s distressed features. He wondered what the older man was dreaming about. He remembered before Alex left when they used to spend countless nights together. Sometimes just laying in bed talking and laughing all night and other times falling asleep when the other couldn’t and just watching his sleeping face. Watching him when he looked the most at peace, the most beautiful; when he was lost in a world of his wildest dreams. Alex didn’t look that way now. He looked hurt, unnerved, pained. It pained Art in turn to see a man he valued so much in such state. He wanted nothing more than to make it go away and though he was doing his best to make it so, it still didn’t feel like enough.
Art was taken from his thoughts as midnight blue eyes began blinking open before him. ”Oh, you picked a terrible time to come around, Lexy. Try to stay still, ok?” Art tried to be as reassuring as he possibly could, not stopping the spells he was performing on the older man’s body. ”How do you feel?” he asked, looking up with a heartfelt expression.
Back, straight, shoulders, out. New coat, dark jeans and a pair of comfortable converse. Hair, neat. Short and clean as he’d gotten it cut just the other day. Eyes, gray and hidden behind green contacts. Face, clean, washed, shaved and chin up…but tired. Art couldn’t scrub the tired look off his face no matter how hard he’d tried. Honestly, he hadn’t put so much effort into his appearance in a long time and now, staring at himself in the mirror, he couldn’t even bring himself to compliment how nicely he’d cleaned up. He simply didn’t feel the rush of emotions, the bounce in his step he’d usually have upon preparing for something this important.
Sighing and running a hand through his hair, Art left the mirror as well as his small flat. He walked quickly across the grounds, as it was snowing and quite windy out. He wrapped his coat, that was made more for it’s appearance than anything, tighter around himself as he made his way to the Astronomy Tower. Calm as he looked from the outside, Art was more or less falling completely apart inside. He was on his way to visit the one man he loved with all his heart and soul. The one man that had pulled him out of the rut of depression he’d fallen into and loved him like no other. The one man he’d been praying to see again every day for months. And yet somehow, he didn’t want his walk to the tower to end. Art guessed it was probably because this was also the man that left him and under circumstances that Art understood completely, but couldn’t help but feeling hurt over. And as much as he’d tried, he couldn’t help but let Alex’s leaving affect him. As a matter of fact, not only had it disrupted his daily life, but it’d also changed him as a person. Led him to use Mason as rebound and then treat his best friend the way he didn’t deserve one bit. It’s altered him so much and he could see the change in himself now. He could see the ugly, person he’d become and he could no longer see the light he once could in his own eyes. It hurt Art and it was only because he loved Alexander that he couldn’t bring himself to blame it on the older man, but rather blamed himself for this change. Blamed himself for letting things get so far.
Art stopped at the base of the stairs to the Astronomy Tower and looked up them for a moment. We wondered if seeing Alex again would bring that light back into his eyes. Or drain it even more with the knowledge that he could never fully trust Alexander again. Could never tell himself will full belief that his friend would always be there for him to help him and support him no matter what. Because that was what he’d told himself the last time and ended up where he was now. Art sighed once again and began a quick trot up the narrow stairs. He was afraid, he supposed. Afraid of being brought up and let down again., afraid of loving. Oh, he was terrified of loving, especially Alex of all the people. He knew the second he looked into those navy blue eyes, he’d fall harder than he had in months, years even, but that was the scary part. The scary part was loving with all his heart because he didn’t have any control over it, knowing that Alex might just leave him again. That, was exactly the thought that had Art standing in front of Alex’s door for several minutes after he’d climbed all those stairs, simply staring at the steel plate label on the door that read A. Tomlin.
Scrubbing his hands across his face and deciding he really, truly had nothing to lose at all, Art raised a fist and knocked on the door, just below the sign. He exhaled deeply and watched the puffs of air before him. He removed his eyes from the door and stuffed his hands into his pocket, feeling impatient as ever. He bounced a little in his place and realized there was only thing left to do at the moment. And so Art waited.
When Alexander realized that Art was serious about heading over and not saying things just to be nice, he sprung off his couch and collected his his papers that the temporary teacher had left him, in an outdated atlas of the world on his bookshelf. Some of the titles on his shelf were related to Astronomy, even some on Wand-Making her would read to pass the time. He found himself going back to these books more frequently than anything. He shrugged off the idea and continued.
It’d been a while since he had a Art over, or any person really. He had only been here a few days but not really talked to any of the teachers yet. He had decided that is was best to get his life at Hogwarts in track before catching up with anyone. But this wasn’t anyone, he was apart of his life. He was apart of him that he was forced to leave. Now that he was back they were unclear on what would happen. He noticed Arthur had moved out of his room. Figures.. He had reason to, I had left. It was best. It felt awkward being back in the same flat he had been months before. He felt out of place. Especially that the last months he had spent there he wasn’t alone.
He had to leave for his family, he knew Arthur understood this. But for the moment, he was allowed back into the castle, he still didn’t know if he would ever had to leave again. That if he left he, if he would ever come back. He couldn’t lie to himself, he wouldn’t be there for him. This self confession ate at him. Clutching his heart together by the end of his fingers. Closing his eyes tightly as he looked in the mirror now blurred by steam. Everything wasn’t clear, it was all blurred. Now he was coming to the tower, nothing written in stone. But he still couldn’t help but be slightly over joyed. He loved him, and he would admit it to any person that asked. But he also hurt him. This was why he was anxious. As easy as they could be how they once where, an audible joy that once took his voice nothing but now a framed memory. They could decide that just hoping they would see each other soon wasn’t enough. It wouldn’t be enough.
He could wrap his head around the inevitable. He wouldn’t fess up to it no matter what the extreme may be, but he needed to stop pushing it away. One thing is to say out loud, even to yourself, but just letting the idea of it passing through his thoughts. He needed to say it before he Art arrived. It had been in the back of his for months. He was selfish. He deserves better, someone that could be there for him. But let him be dammed if I would let him go.
He grabbed a pea coat and shoved the glossy black buttons through their holes. Shoes on, he walked slowly out of the room. He sat on the old worn down couch as he passed his hands through his hair. Sighing as he checked the time again, he wouldn’t be late. But he was impatient. When they had planned to meet he was different. He looks.. calmer. Tired almost. He had changed since he had been gone. And it was all to visible. It all piled onto him, crude guilt. He nearly jumped out of his seat as the knock on the door echoed. He picked up Reagan that had been walked across the coffee table, taking him to his bed he placed in the corner of his room when he had come back. Coffee done? Yes, yes.. Erm, God what do I do? He looked into the mirror in his room. Adjusting the black coat he had been wearing, it was fairly new and he had gotten it just for a special occasion. Passing the comb through his hair.
Heart pounding in his chest, blood circulating faster with every step toward the door. He held the brass knob for a moment. Breathing heavily reassuring himself that the latter of his expectations was far away. He opened the door with a wide grin. He looks amazing, still.. “Arthur. Come in, come in.” He said extending his arm in an inviting motion inside.
No turning back now.
Alexander Tomlin looked just the same as he had the last time Art had seen him, and it was exactly this thought that made Art smile upon seeing the older man’s face through the open door. Same, navy blue eyes, strong, broad shouldered build and all. He just couldn’t help but smile. He really had missed that face.
”Naw, it’s alright” Art said in response to Alex’s words. ”I’d rather not. It’s kinda late and we should head out anyway if we wanna catch any open coffee shop.” It was a good excuse, because more than anything, Art wanted to avoid stepping foot inside that flat. He didn’t think he could hold it together if he did. Art was pulled from his thoughts though, as a more than familiar lemur showed up at the door, speaking in a language entirely his own.
”Reagan!” Art shouted excitedly. ”Hey, come here, buddy!” he said, stepping forward into the door and taking the leaping animal into his arms. ”I’ve missed you too” he chuckled as the lemur began licking his face. ”And by the way, when did I become Arthur again, hm?” Art asked, looking to Alex. ”I’m not that much of a stranger to ya, am I?” Art laughed again as Reagan left his arms and climbed onto his shoulder. ”Hey, watch the coat” he warned playfully. ”It was a Christmas gift from my cousin. Some expensive muggle brand called Blueberry or something. Either way, get any fur on it and I’ll skin ya” he chuckled.
Giving Reagan one last scratch behind the ear, Art turned his attention back to Alex. ”He hasn’t changed one bit” he said with a grin on his face. ”Neither have you” Art aid softly, looking the older man in they eyes. Art felt so at ease, standing there in Alex’s presence, staring into his eyes. All his previous anxiety seemed to have disappeared and he felt comfortable the way he once used to with Alex. He wasn’t even sure why, but he liked it.
“Hey, but seriously” Art said suddenly, breaking their solid eye contact. He reached over and plucked Reagan off his shoulder. “I’ll see you when I get back, buddy” he said with a grin as he placed the lemur on the floor. ”We should go. D’ya mind doing the apparating? I’m a bit beat today” he spoke to Alex as he straightened out again. You pick the place” he smiled as he slipped a hand around Alex’s elbow and held tight. “Surprise me”
Back, straight, shoulders, out. New coat, dark jeans and a pair of comfortable converse. Hair, neat. Short and clean as he’d gotten it cut just the other day. Eyes, gray and hidden behind green contacts. Face, clean, washed, shaved and chin up…but tired. Art couldn’t scrub the tired look off his face no matter how hard he’d tried. Honestly, he hadn’t put so much effort into his appearance in a long time and now, staring at himself in the mirror, he couldn’t even bring himself to compliment how nicely he’d cleaned up. He simply didn’t feel the rush of emotions, the bounce in his step he’d usually have upon preparing for something this important.
Sighing and running a hand through his hair, Art left the mirror as well as his small flat. He walked quickly across the grounds, as it was snowing and quite windy out. He wrapped his coat, that was made more for it’s appearance than anything, tighter around himself as he made his way to the Astronomy Tower. Calm as he looked from the outside, Art was more or less falling completely apart inside. He was on his way to visit the one man he loved with all his heart and soul. The one man that had pulled him out of the rut of depression he’d fallen into and loved him like no other. The one man he’d been praying to see again every day for months. And yet somehow, he didn’t want his walk to the tower to end. Art guessed it was probably because this was also the man that left him and under circumstances that Art understood completely, but couldn’t help but feeling hurt over. And as much as he’d tried, he couldn’t help but let Alex’s leaving affect him. As a matter of fact, not only had it disrupted his daily life, but it’d also changed him as a person. Led him to use Mason as rebound and then treat his best friend the way he didn’t deserve one bit. It’s altered him so much and he could see the change in himself now. He could see the ugly, person he’d become and he could no longer see the light he once could in his own eyes. It hurt Art and it was only because he loved Alexander that he couldn’t bring himself to blame it on the older man, but rather blamed himself for this change. Blamed himself for letting things get so far.
Art stopped at the base of the stairs to the Astronomy Tower and looked up them for a moment. We wondered if seeing Alex again would bring that light back into his eyes. Or drain it even more with the knowledge that he could never fully trust Alexander again. Could never tell himself will full belief that his friend would always be there for him to help him and support him no matter what. Because that was what he’d told himself the last time and ended up where he was now. Art sighed once again and began a quick trot up the narrow stairs. He was afraid, he supposed. Afraid of being brought up and let down again., afraid of loving. Oh, he was terrified of loving, especially Alex of all the people. He knew the second he looked into those navy blue eyes, he’d fall harder than he had in months, years even, but that was the scary part. The scary part was loving with all his heart because he didn’t have any control over it, knowing that Alex might just leave him again. That, was exactly the thought that had Art standing in front of Alex’s door for several minutes after he’d climbed all those stairs, simply staring at the steel plate label on the door that read A. Tomlin.
Scrubbing his hands across his face and deciding he really, truly had nothing to lose at all, Art raised a fist and knocked on the door, just below the sign. He exhaled deeply and watched the puffs of air before him. He removed his eyes from the door and stuffed his hands into his pocket, feeling impatient as ever. He bounced a little in his place and realized there was only thing left to do at the moment. And so Art waited.
I guess the ones in bold remind me the most of the ship so yeah…Enjoy! :)
Lorolet:
Viocan:
StanPort:
TomPort:
Ok here goes nothing XDD
Pick twelve characters, either yours or someone elses and answer the questions. Don’t look at the questions until after you pick the characters. No cheating ;) — found, will credit if I can find who it originally came from.
1) Arthur Davenport
2) Alexander Tomlin
3) Miles Hunter
4) Carson Choi
5) Mason Stancliff
6) James Potter
7) Fred Weasley II
8) Scorpius Malfoy
9) Albus Potter
10) Evolet Hadamik
11) Alicia Knight
12) Noelee Fogelstrom
1) Six, seven, and eight all go out to dinner, where do they go, what do they eat, and who pays?
Oh dear, James Fred and Scorp are going out to dinner together? Do I even want to know under what circumstance?? I feel like they’d end up at a steakhouse, don’t even know why XD And then Scorp, trying to make peace with his future in laws would offer to pay in that “I’m offering to pay because it’s polite but I expect you to intervene and go ‘no, no, no, please let me!’ and pay instead” kind of way but when he pulls out his wallet and kinda waits for Fred and James to jump in they’ll just sit back with their arms crossed and a “bitch, please, we ain’t movin an inch” look on their faces XD XD
2) Twelve and nine go on a date, where do they go, how does it go?
Oh dear LOL Why are Al and Noe going on a date again? Not sure where they’d go but they were probably drunk to begin with to end up on a date together and it’ll probably end up in either drunken sex or Scorp finding out and ScorpAl throwing bitch fits and then making up again and Noe going back to being sad and lonely….or both.
3) Four and six have a daughter, what’s her name, what is she like?
OMFG CHAMES. Their lovechild would be called Chames and she would be the cockiest British Korean hybrid break dancing, KPOP singing, mirror loving, prank pulling mofo alive.
4) Two has an embarrassing question for nine, what is it about?
“So…ehm…why exactly is your soul mate…hitting it off with my soul mate…and then referring to themselves as ‘Scart’ because that’s their cute couple name?”
5) Four and five are arguing, what is it about?
“It’s not taking it too far! I’m just saying if you want to prank Art, then do it right! He deserves to fracture a bone or two for all the fake futures he’s made for me and all the stupid nicknames too!”
“Car, I still think we should just stick to putting purple dye in his shampoo or something…”
Lol I guess that’s not really an argument but I honestly can’t really think of much they’d argue about XD
6) You ask seven what the best movie they ever saw was, what is their answer?
LOL I dunno, something a bit wild like….I dunno, Teen Wolf? An epic comedy. OMFG NO. FERRIS BUELER’S DAY OFF. YES. THAT’S IT.
7) If eleven was deathly ill, how does two react, what does eleven have to say to ten?
LOL I guess Tomlin would be as concerned as any other professor if Alicia got deathly ill. I mean he always was an empathetic person so I guess he’d be pretty upset. And I don’t even know if Alicia and Evie get along so I’m not sure what she’d say XD
8) Ten gets into a fight, where was it, who was it with, and who won?
LOL idk who would Evolet could possibly get into a fight with. Lorcan maybe? I dunno, if they ever break up? Ryan maybe?
OMFG VIOLET. FOR TRYING TO STEAL HER MAN. IMAGINE. LMFAO XD
9) Who would make a better teacher, twelve or four?
Well, Carson is a teacher…and Noe….well lets just say that when I thought to myself “What would Noe teach?” my mind immediately responded with “Sex Ed.”
10) One and eight are on a quest for something, what is it?
Scorp’s virginity Oh I dunno, a cure for something or other than poisoned Al during one of the many stunts he pulled after Scorp accidentally cheated on him/broke up with him/did something else to stir up drama between them? That or a condom to get it on
11) Eight and ten have an agreement, who is the brain and who is the brawn? What do they achieve?
I can’t imagine what Evie and Scorp would have an agreement on cause don’t they like hate each other? Evie would def be the brains and Scorp would be the brawn. And I guess the only way they’d come together is if someone like Art or Albus’ life depended on it and they had to work together to achieve something. But something tells me if they didn’t hate each other they’d make a pretty smart ass team XD
12) Three must work for eleven, what do they have to do?
Lol did Miles and Alicia even talk? What is with all these people that never interacted or at least I never saw interact together?? But knowing Knight she’d probably have Miles do something to embarrass himself while Miles happily obliges, oblivious to the fact that he’s embarrassing himself XD
13) What can five do to scare eight?
I dunno, tell him Art is dead? Or Al is dead? Or that Al and Art are both dead? OR WORSE. TELL HIM THAT ARTBUS IS HAPPENING.
14) What would happen in a fan fiction where nine kidnaps eight, seven and four team up to get him/her back, and twelve has stolen something very precious from two?
Albus kidnaps Scorp. Fred and Car team up to get Scorp back. And Noe stole Alex’s lemur, Reagan from him. Ok so basically Al and Noe decided to set their differences aside so they can set up Art and Alex who have been fighting so in order to draw them into one place together, Al fakes a Scorp kidnapping knowing Art will run to the rescue and Noe steals Alex’s lemur knowing he’ll run to the rescue for his baby and Al and Noe make the ransom meeting area the same place and then when Art and Alex meet they’re all “Hey, what are you doing here?” And then join forces to save their loved ones and it’s basically like the Parent Trap….except not really XD XD
15) Who does eight choose to help him/her, two, eleven, or five?
Scorp would probably chose Mason. Cause I don’t think him and Alicia are very close and neither are him and Alex sooooo yeah X)
16) Three has a great idea cheer up twelve, what is it?
Oh God, knowing Miles, a trip to the great unknown and a free pass into his secret stash drawer XD XD
17) Why is twelve mad at eight?
FOR STEALING HER EFFIN BOYFRIEND. LMAO.
18) One walks in on three and five making out, what happens next?
Art walks on on Mason and Miles making out? Oh dear.
Art would probably just cover his eyes and get the hell out of the room screaming “OH GOD, GUYS, REALLY? REALLY? AW, MAN, I DID NOT NEED TO SEE,-AW MAN” the whole way out and down the hallway XD XD HunterCliff. Lmfao XD
19) Five needs a place to crash for a few days, who do they stay with twelve or eight?
I think Mason would stay with Noe. Cause they already had sex in Art’s flat all over his kitchen counter so I’m guessing they’re quite comfortable well, sleeping together XD XD
20) If six had to who would they entrust with their safety, two, three, or four?
Alex, Miles or Car? Hm? Who the hell would James be safer with?
I think he’d pick Alex just because Alex wouldn’t slip anything into his drink to relax him or pull some sick joke on him in his sleep to get back at him for all the times he’s been annoying XD XD
Future Ficelt l Art Davenport&Alexander Tomlin-Somewhere Only We Know
