#i am spreading my british alabaster agenda.

[phoenix--flying]

Chris glanced up as Clarisse walked into the room. "I found a box in the attic." She told him, he tilted his head. "Oh?" She nodded. "I think it was that box you told me about, the stuff you managed to salvage from those camps you had in the army." Chris blinked, a little surprised as she sat down in front of him, holding out a photo. "Who's this guy?" He took the photo. Smiling up at him from the photo was himself, beside him was another boy, also grinning and kissing his cheek. The familiar honey brown curls framing a freckled face and nearly glowing green eyes. He couldn't help but smile a little. "You remember the kid that followed Luke around like a puppy? Little British kid?" She narrowed her eyes in thought but nodded. "Vaguely." "That's him, Alabaster Torrington." "You two, dated?" She asked. It wasn't annoyance, or anger, just genuine curiosity. He was aware Clarisse wanted to know more about his time in the army and information like this, about his friends, he was happy to talk about. "Not exactly, we never really...defined it? Y'know. Just sorta...did." She nodded slowly. "You're weird." "I'm aware, but you're the one who decided to date me."

i hereby blame pine for the ship idea/photo(it was actually an ot3 but the ot3 made me think of this and now i have three new ships in my brain!!)

anyway theres no context for this im just bored