#verse:illogical

[itsmagnetsbabey]

if you want to talk about it (then we’ll talk about it)

@originalbirdboy, i. ii. x

Warren gritted his teeth. He couldn’t argue against that logic because it was completely true. He wasn’t so sure that he wanted Erik to know everything in his past just yet. It was much nicer to just be treated like he was a normal human-looking mutant and didn’t want the other to know that he spent the best part of the last year hiding because he was blue and looked like a monster. “You really want to know?” he asked, raising an eyebrow. He couldn’t unload all of his past if the other didn’t really want to listen to all of it. It was a lot to unload to someone who wasn’t really ready to hear it all. Erik had seen and heard a lot, though. All of his past problems probably wasn’t even going to sound like much of anything to him.

they'd ran into each other a few more times after that day in the shit bar, shomron was staying the week and they were on the pub crawl. but daniel was ruthie's friend and ruthie's age, so as drunk as they got the most exotic thing they encountered was the bacteria in the bathroom. and warren had inevitably left with erik's number in his phone. they texted a few times, mostly with erik shooting him open-ended invitations to places. no expectations, no concerns. sometimes it was easier to be in your own apartment, though, so then he'd shown up with a six pack and a recorded soccer game. they were several beers in each when he looked over and posed the question. warren's answer surprised him-he expected another rebuff. (it was, uh, not easy to hurt erik's feelings.) "hamem oti," he nodded, gesturing to himself. "you can't heal in isolation," he added, eyes slits as he leaned back into warren's couch... feet up on the table. the dude really had no sense of basic human boundaries, like, at all. who needs boundaries, warren can almost hear him reply, boundaries just mean you're afraid.

[itsmagnetsbabey]

to you i give the grain, the light and the sky

@originalbirdboy, (x)

"hey, you," the guy calls over to him past the din of electronica music blaring over tinny speakers across the bar. all warren can make out is bright green eyes and dark curly hair, and that he's wearing a blue plaid shirt and drinking something that looks fruity. "we need one more for trivia, you want in?" "two dollars," his friend, a blond with a grin that suggests he's been drinking steadily for the past few hours, holds up the corresponding number of fingers. "uh huh. let's hope he counts for two people," the third guy, who looks like he walked off the pages of an army recruitment poster with a buzzed crew cut, rolls his eyes. "shomron's nearly down for the count." "hey, hey-hey, i have a thought-" shomron jabs a finger into rambo's chest. "fuck off." "oh nice one. fuckin' mark twain over here." "ignoring my idiot friends," the first guy adds to warren, lips twitching. "as you can see we're in need." he's got a fairly thick accent, but seems to speak english pretty much colloquially. "our combined knowledgebase is pretty much what it looks like." namely: football, guns, cars, and-in the case of the tourist, appletinis.

[itsmagnetsbabey]

8. What’s a secret they’ve only ever shared with one person? Who was that one person?

thank you for your question!

there is not a whole lot erik won’t willingly share with people (see: blabbing to complete strangers in bars), but the person erik was closest to in the world was his grandfather max, who knew before anyone else did (very rarely will he discuss things as they’re happening in the moment) about erik’s stupid crushes, his uncertainty of his place in the world, his grief over his parents’ death and the survivor’s guilt he felt after lebanon. when max passed away, erik struggled for a long time with losing his only real confidant. 

[itsmagnetsbabey]

❝ That was my first time as a fashion “don’t,” and I did not care for it. ❞

"buuulllshiiiit," erik said sarcastically. "you've never been a fashion don't in your life. the peacock feathers really brought out your eyes. and-" listen, he was having way too much fun here "-you know. your wings. ever think about dying them? go full peacock?"