#and Boris habit which is the reason I draw the way I do today

[theswedishpajas]

They’re at the McDonald’s Drive Thru

[lillithenettix]

Part 1

Part 2/?

Part 3

Flower Kid was attending the customer that was browsing the shop and inquiring about flowers and bouquets. They did notice Boris becoming quieter since he is usually such a chatterbox around them. Sometimes he still had little mood-swings that like that come and go though. They thought it best to let him be for some minutes and check in with him when they close the shop. Maybe it will blow over, or he will untangle whatever he is mulling over by himself. He’s been doing that in the recent months. Handling whatever problems he has in a healthy manner. Granted it took him some time to get there, but they were proud of him nonetheless.

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There’s ten more minutes until closing time. The last customer just left so they started closing up for the day, doubting any more people will be in need of flowers for today. There wasn’t lots to do, really- cleaning the floor, putting the money away, and watering the flowers in need of it. As they finished the chores, they locked the shop up. Boris still looked to be in a sour mood, with his back turned towards them. When they put the keys away they turned to check on the former dentist but before they could take a step towards Boris, a silent figure slightly taller than them passed by, directly towards the mulling man. 

Ah, Trencil!

Wait, Trencil? He came by just yesterday to buy some flower seeds and purple hyacinths. What brings him here today? Well, judging how he completely ignored them and continued forth towards Boris who is directly in his line of sight it probably has something to do with him. Oh no, did Trencil come by for a casual visit only to see the ex-villain hanging around?

They can imagine most of the ex-habiticians harboring some animosity towards the guy. They never really asked. They spoke about Boris only if others initiated the topic, actually. Maybe they should’ve tossed in a ‘Boris is doing so well these days, he’s so nice’ and ‘He cried watching the animal planet and spent the next day feeding all the stray kittens in the area, what a thoughtful guy’. Okay, maybe that would make them seem like they’re trying too hard, but still. It would’ve been better than saying nothing.

Trencil’s fast-paced walking made Flower Kid feel a bit uneasy. He wasn’t about to go one-on-one on a seven foot four giant dude, right? They quickly dismissed the thought. If anything, Trencil would give him a stern talking to, perhaps in a passive-aggressive manner, and Boris would run and cover rather than fight back anyway. They shouldn’t underestimate the vampire, he didn’t live all those centuries to not gain some wisdom.

Trencil was just a step away from Boris when Flower Kid decided to intervene anyway. Better safe than sorry. Before they could open their mouth Trencil paused and turned towards them as if sensing their distress, extending one finger up to his lips with a mischievous smile painting his face.

Well that was something new. The purple hyacinth he bought yesterday was adorning his ear. They knew he liked flowers but this was a first. Before they had time to react Trencil spun around and silently took the step remaining to reach Boris. He slowly and gently put both hands on Boris’ shoulders, as if to not startle him which didn’t stop him from flinching anyway.

Boris did hear Flower Kid locking up the shop. He wasn’t completely unobservant, but what he didn’t hear was someone approaching him. When he felt two hands land on him in what almost felt like a soft embrace, he was surprised to say the least. What he did know though was that it wasn’t Flower Kid. The hand was too big, with what felt like pointy fingernails lightly poking him through his shirt.

Before he had the chance to turn his head and see who the mystery person was he felt something pressed against his cheek. It was a delicate touch, but pleasant. Only when he felt and heard the faint smack of lips against his face did he realize it was a kiss. He wanted to melt into it. It’s been so long since he received his last kiss. Instead, the confusion kept him grounded for the moment.

Wait, a kiss? Not that he didn’t love those but who in the world would give one to him. While stunned he felt the other person letting him go and moving away with Boris lightly following their movement, not quite wanting to lose the touch just yet. He heard the person lightly fiddling with something.

When he finally turned his head to face the mysterious figure he felt something being pushed behind his ear, lightly tangling into his curls. Saying that he was shocked to make eye contact with Trencil of all people would be an understatement. They looked at each other for just long enough for Boris to make out a playful smile of the others face.

Without waiting for Boris to break out of his stupor, the vampire turned back towards Flower Kid and walked away, his cape fluttering behind him.

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To be honest, Trencil found the Habitat sketchy since the very beginning. The website for it was… unique, to say the least. Either this ‘Habit’ guy was barely literate, or he thought broken English was a cute way to be endearing. The whole stay is also free. Nothing is ever free. He lived long enough to know that. None of these things inspired him to seek happiness in a place like that but alas, his daughter insisted. Maybe ‘insisted’ was a strong word for it. She aggressively implied that she will go there no matter what and if he really wants to go too he can join her. Though the way she said it felt more like a command. So of course he came with her.

Checking in was an experience by itself. Escorted in by a decent fellow named Kamal, he started feeling a bit better about coming here. The boy was a bit too talkative for him, but at least Nat enjoyed the short chat she had, and he was pleasantly professional. Just like he expected from a doctor, or rather a doctor’s assistant. He brought them into a waiting room with colorful walls, posters, and graffiti. Some minutes later he announced Dr. Habit was ready to see them.

When they both stood up to enter what Trencil assumed was an office, something inside grabbed Kamal’s attention. He gave a thumbs up pointed into the office, and turned to address Trencil and his daughter.

“One at a time, ‘kay? ‘S just to fill out a simple form before I show ya to your rooms.” He gave a polite smile, as if to show there is no need to worry.

That was unusual. Nat is clearly a child, barely thirteen, so far he was always there to help her fill out with any forms if she needed it. Maybe it is a doctor thing. He decided to enter the room first. That way he will be able to check the waters, see if he should just take his daughter and leave. He’d rather his daughter is annoyed with him over it, than putting her in danger.

Meeting Habit left him dumbfounded. When you live for as long as he does, becoming speechless is something you think you can not experience anymore. Yet here he was, about five minutes into what felt like an interview, not being able to say a word to the sobbing man behind the main desk.

It started pretty normally. They exchanged greetings, Habit asked how he was, then they went on to talk about ‘how’s and ‘why’s. Somewhere along the line of explaining to Habit his reasons for checking in and how it is because of fatherhood, the doctor took over the conversation. With each sentence it turned more into Habit pouring out his life story, talking about his family, and his father. Towards the end he was crying and, frankly, all Trencil could do was watch and listen.

This was not a man that could help anyone. He was in need of help himself, if anything. He should just take Nat and go back home. He really should. No more of this nonsense.

As he was about to stand up and leave Habit turned his gaze to him, and Trencil froze. He felt like he could see through his eyes straight to his heart. So much sadness for such a young person. Maybe not young for a human, but for someone as old as Trencil? The doctor did not seem much older than a child.

His legs suddenly felt heavy. He felt no responsibility for him, yet he felt that leaving the man to suffer by himself would eat away at his conscience. He has his daughter’s love to worry about, not the mental health of some stranger who he met just minutes ago. But his heart did not let the low whimpers leaving Habit be ignored.

So he ended up staying. Pitying the doctor enough to stay, but not enough to do anything about it himself. Maybe Trencil was not as great and amazing as he hoped with his plenty years of experience.

Now, a year later, he and Nat each received a letter. They wondered who it was from, but as soon as they saw the drawings covering the letters they figured it was from the big green guy himself.

Honestly, he had half a mind to just throw it away. While his teeth were still intact, it wasn’t a secret among the ex-habiticians what went down on the day of the big event. But thinking back on everything- Habit crying, his diary, the pain he saw in him whenever they came across each other before he started hiding away in his office… Maybe he should at least give it a read.

The doctor did apologize in the chatroom Kamal invited everyone to. He said he was doing better, backed up by Kamal and the Flower Child. If those two who were wronged the most by the man forgave him, even vouched for him, then surely it would not be fair to not give him a chance at redemption.

Reading the letter, Trencil made up his mind. He will give him a chance.

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the fic is kinda split into two parts, i hope it isnt confusing! the first part is what going on right now, the second part is basically how trencil checked into the habitat and how he reacted to the letter :’)

anyway, i like to hc boris as a big softie who is touch-starved

[bettyblogtrotter-blog]

I still don’t know what this blog is about but it’s happening anyway

I recently became one of those cool/sad people who began writing a list of 30 things to do before I turn 30 (like Brexit, also due to happen on October 31st 2019, but unlike Brexit there is no hope that it might be delayed again by incompetent politicians). After many years of writing diaries, notebooks and sketchbooks which no-one ever reads except me I decided I would add ‘start a blog’ to my list, or more specifically ‘start a blog without sounding like a massive knob’, ie someone who doesn’t really have that much interesting to say but is going to put their thoughts and opinions out there anyway. Because that’s what the internet is for! So now I am finally going for it - I cannot think of anything especially unique or original to write about but seeing as we live in an age of oversharing here are my thoughts and opinions for the world in case anyone wants them!

In my current job I work split shifts, which means a precious five hours off every afternoon. Obviously I originally planned to be seriously productive with these five hours, going for many runs, reading loads of books, keeping my diary up to date, walking up hills, etc etc, imagining myself to be constantly full of energy and enthusiasm even after only six hours sleep and a full morning of cooking and cleaning. So of course, during these five hours I mainly just eat and nap, because eating and napping are the best, but for some reason today seemed like the day to start a blog and add to my growing list of ongoing projects I am currently behind on! Also featuring 2019 diary writing: currently missing 14 days and 3 half days, a 100-day drawing project: currently 27 days behind, as well as just five very slow runs done in seven weeks!! Oh well.

With this in mind I thought about doing this blog properly and setting myself an aim of some sort - one blog a week or something like that - or going even more out there and trying to come up with some sort of actual subject, doing reading and research etc. But I’ve decided part of this weird idea of having to set aims for yourself just because you happen to be reaching an age which people assign some sort of significance and terror too when its really just another age, should be more about recognising my habits, flaws and strengths and working with those. Aims are good but they can take the fun out of things and I know that there will be weeks when I want to write loads, and other weeks when I have nothing to say, some weeks when I feel very excited about a lot of things and some when I’m a bit fed up or bored with life, some weeks when I have lots of energy and some when I am just tired and lazy. There is no point in setting myself these aims only to then feel bad when I don’t meet them. 

And then to get past the feeling that I have got to have something interesting to write about I have decided all I can really write about is what I know. I am regularly very angry about the state of the world, in full denial that Boris Johnson is basically prime minister now, want to punch something every time I see Donald Trump’s face, and on a smaller scale, despair at the selfishness of people which I regularly see through over a decade of working on and off in hospitality jobs. These sort of things may come up eventually, but what I’d like to write about more are the many things that I am extremely lucky to have and grateful for in my life. I recently moved to the Lake District, my favourite place in the world, where I have always wanted to live, and I get to see hills and water and beautiful skies every day. I have so many great friends and family scattered all over the world, and some just within walking distance of me here in the lakes, all of which have interesting stories and bring lots of great ideas, thoughts and advice to my life. And sometimes I even love my job too - its hard work, I get very little sleep, I don’t get paid enough, and I have to deal with rude people and the mess they leave behind, but I also get to meet so many happy, interesting and grateful people along the way too, live in a beautiful part of the world and work for a charity which I actually feel is doing some good for many people. And it is those little things that I would like to write about, while occasionally breaking into bigger issues.

So there’s my vague non-plan for blog writing! Hooray for my first blog post! Now time to eat and nap.