"I do not hear it, because I do not exist."
Erin, the genderfluid bartender and intern who will do side jobs. /Mun is underage. |
Icons are by Nozimo from Todd Allison and the Petunia Violet |
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He rested an arm around Erin’s shoulders and made a sympathetic sound. Normally he’d have at least something to say, but it was 2:30 in the morning and he just woke up. “Its stupid,” he agreed, because it really was. Yes, Erin was his soulmate, but that was platonic, completely so. And, as if that wasn’t enough, both of them were in relationships. Was it really that hard to understand that souldmates weren’t always romantic? If the amount of shit him and Erin went thought was anything to go by, it was. “Not that hard to get,” Carlos murmured, voice cracking on the last word as he yawned widely.

Erin’s tight shoulders relaxed as his arm went around them, the touch of her soulmate making her feel better. As she relaxed a bit more, she started kicking off her skirt and tights, getting into her usual undergarments-only sleeping outfit. “So annoyin’. I thought Scottie was gonna punch him out.” she chuckled, rolling onto her side and pulling off the shirt. She then cuddled into him, arms around his neck. “I’m glad I’ve got you though.” she murmured drowsily, lovingly. It was always good to come home to Carlos’s warm hugs and the overwhelming feeling of belonging. It felt good to belong to someone platonically, have such a wonderful bond with someone without the strings of romance strangling them.

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Erin curled around the frail boy and snuggled into him, holding him tightly. "Ollie Ollie Ollie, you need to eat something. I know the surgery is tomorrow but you still have time to eat baby boy." she cooed, stroking his hair.

olivierperrier:

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Olivier shook his head and mumbled weakly, nuzzling into Erin’s shoulder. He could barely stay awake for longer than three hours. “D-Don’t wanna take…chances..” walking down the stairs left him winded nowadays. “..not hungry…”

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Olivier’s head rolled limply to Erin’s shoulder as he was picked up. He looked like a doll in her arms and seemed as light as one. His skin was cold as she undressed him, heartbeat light and fast. His skin had started to loose warmth last week and now he was almost as bad as a corpse. Lips, eyelids, hands and feet were all light purple.

Loose clothes came off easily and House had kept the water hot. The barest of a weak groan left him as he was lowered into the hot water - bathing shorts on under his sweatpants was convenience. He remained unresponsively asleep.

Erin was as careful as could be, deciding again peeling off the bathing shorts. She wasn’t fazed by genitals, especially not his. She had a son, after all. Her hands continuously splashed water over his cold body, trying to warm him up.

Getting his hair wet, she carefully massaged in shampoo, keeping him upright. After the silence got too eerie, she started singing to him softly, trying to get a response out of him. The silence was worrying, but worse was how dead he seemed. It constricted her heart, but she had to press the terror down. It wouldn’t do either of them good if she freaked out. He wasn’t going to die, not on her watch.

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Erin curled around the frail boy and snuggled into him, holding him tightly. "Ollie Ollie Ollie, you need to eat something. I know the surgery is tomorrow but you still have time to eat baby boy." she cooed, stroking his hair.

olivierperrier:

olivierperrier:

Olivier shook his head and mumbled weakly, nuzzling into Erin’s shoulder. He could barely stay awake for longer than three hours. “D-Don’t wanna take…chances..” walking down the stairs left him winded nowadays. “..not hungry…”

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Olivier knew that Erin would never hurt him on purpose. Without medication and being so high strung though, almost any aggressiveness could be a trigger. When she spoke, he hadn’t heard her voice - but his mother. Which would lead to bring locked in the basement until Father came home……

He didn’t hear her speak or come in. Olivier did this sometimes. He would lock himself away in his head in effort to calm down. It was almost a deeply meditative state that forced him to calm down. His breathing was cracking and uncertain. Lips and fingers that were blue from poor circulation did not even twitch when she moved to touch him. He was okay as he could be in his untreated state, just unconscious of sorts.

Erin stared at him, a sad, doelike look on her face. She felt bad for causing this, like a dirtbag. Gulping as he turned blue and breathed slowly, she got a bit worried. She had only seen it once when she had to be called back to the radio studio and he had been like this. It was worrying to her, and it hurt.

She carefully scooped him up and carried him to the bathroom. Sitting him on the floor, she carefully started to move his arms and pull off his clothes. She was gentle, making sure to rub him with her cold hands to keep him from freaking out worse.

"Ollie, it’s me it’s Erin. I’m Erin. I’m your best friend and I will not hurt you. I’m not going to do anything that will hurt you. A bath. That’s all, I’m going to give you a bath." she murmured to him.

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Carlos was mostly asleep when he felt the bed compress as his soul mate burrowed under the covers. He peeled his eyes open and considered her for a moment before uncurling with a yawn. “Wha’s wrong Erin?” he asked, moving closer so he could run a hand through her hair.

Erin burrowed down more, pulling the covers around herself more, careful to leave him enough. She felt him uncurl and immediately scooted more towards him. “Got the same ol’, ‘Oh, you found your soulmate huh? Have you two done the do?’ like BRUH. Ugh!” she groaned. “They continued to say that since we’re soulmates we needa get married an’ have babies like, do they not get that you’re gay with Cecil and I have Phoenix?” she frowned into the pillow.

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The young woman had been watching the other dance, sitting silently. It was amazing to see, and she was eager to talk to him. So, when he was done, she called out, "Hola, senor!" with a large grin on her face.

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Luca had his bag shouldered, hands zipping up his sweatshirt over his leotard as he headed towards the exit of the studio. Just as he was about to put on his head, he heard someone call out. “Posso aiutarla?" he asked, cocking his to the side in slight confusion.

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Luca offered a tired chuckle, running a hand through his hair. “Italiano, signorina. No worries; ah, not everyone gets it right away,” he smiled meekly, adjusting the duffle on his shoulder. “Are you a choreographer, or dancer….?” he trailed off with his question.

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"That would have been my second guess." What a liar. She chuckled softly, gazing at the rather sweaty male. He was pretty cute, but she was interested more in how strong he seemed. “My best friend is a dancer,” she shook her head, “but no, I just admire dancers.” she replied with a small nod.

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The young woman had been watching the other dance, sitting silently. It was amazing to see, and she was eager to talk to him. So, when he was done, she called out, "Hola, senor!" with a large grin on her face.

arch-and-pointe:

Luca had his bag shouldered, hands zipping up his sweatshirt over his leotard as he headed towards the exit of the studio. Just as he was about to put on his head, he heard someone call out. “Posso aiutarla?" he asked, cocking his to the side in slight confusion.

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Erin hopped off of her seat, landing easily. Well hell, what language was that? For a woman who was supposed to be connected to the world, she sure was bad at difference languages that were not English or Spanish. “Ah…no hablo…whatever that language is.” she looked embarrassed but grinned.

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Erin curled around the frail boy and snuggled into him, holding him tightly. "Ollie Ollie Ollie, you need to eat something. I know the surgery is tomorrow but you still have time to eat baby boy." she cooed, stroking his hair.

olivierperrier:

olivierperrier:

Olivier shook his head and mumbled weakly, nuzzling into Erin’s shoulder. He could barely stay awake for longer than three hours. “D-Don’t wanna take…chances..” walking down the stairs left him winded nowadays. “..not hungry…”

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Olivier was sobbing helplessly on the couch trying to calm down. His breathing was in hiccups and black spots swam before his eyes. The anger in her voice had frightened him so much from someone he loved and looked up to. He knew his life was essentially in her hands and he had been in this position before. It hadn’t ended well.

He was curled on the couch around the pillow, flinching when Erin got up. The breaking sound and cry made him numb, turning completely white with fear. He was nearly unconscious in panic when the bath had finished filling. Guilt and terror was all he could feel, utterly unaware of the world around him except for the pillow he was holding.

Erin wiped the soup off, trembling. Was this what he felt when she cowered? But she hadn’t done anything! Oh god, was this typical abuser thinking? Was she abusing Ollie?

No. No, she couldn’t have been. They were both tired, it was bad, they were fine. She did not hit him. She would not hit him. Not her Ollie. She walked back out, raking her hand through her hair. She started to reach for him before she snapped her arms back.

"Ollie, ah…" she looked uncomfortable.