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blossxmchild:

“Aww, is that any way to talk to your sister?” Abby giggled as she attempted to give Darius a small hug. “I know it’s been a few years since we last talked, but, we can talk now. I’ve missed you.” Even though it is her fault they lost contact, she’s hoping her being here now would help blow away those memories from Darius’s head. Family should be united and take care of each other, even if she messed up.

The moment his eyes met hers and he heard her voice, he knew full well who it was. When she tried to hug him, he was quick to step back. What the hell was she doing back here after all of those years? “It’s been years since we talked because I didn’t want to, Abigail.” Some would call his mild hatred for her petty or selfish, but with the life he led, he saw it simple betrayal. “Why are you even back here anyway? Expecting me to just forgive you and move on?”

#blossxmchild #{{;; Darius Talking ;;}}

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thedrunkenirishman:

“I dannae. Ask th’poetry community. Most like sad, only a few like really happy an’they wan’ original shite. Raw, uncut shite that ye felt in that current time, ye know?” He shrugged as he moved to pour himself one more drink for the day before sipping at it.

“The raw uncut shit... That’s the main beauty of poetry. The fact that some people can explain an emotion, or a thought process, in a way that most wouldn’t even think of with just the right words.” That’s what got him into poetry in the first place. It always spoke to him, it always made him curious. The words, the way it was written, the rhyming format... It was a whole process just to explain one emotion or thought process or event.

#thedrunkenirishman #{{;; Darius Talking ;;}}

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evcnblake:

Evan blushed and looked down shyly. “You don’t look to bad yourself.” She said quietly and bit her lip. “Whatever you want to do, I haven’t really seen anything so either way I’m kind of excited.” She said softly.

He let out a small hum at her words, turning his gaze towards the sky for a moment as he quietly thought about the best places to go. “Hmm, well... Since we’re starting here, we can start with the heart of the town. Show you around the main tourist attractions. Maybe go to the beach after... I would take you to the swimming hole but that depends if you feel like taking an hour long walk to there.”

#evcnblake #{{;; Darius Talking ;;}}

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evcnblake:

To say that Evan was nervous was an understatement. She almost talked herself into not going and trying to avoid him forever. But she couldn’t overpower the want to just see him again. She stared at herself in the mirror and made sure she looked decent before grabbing her back and heading back to the pizza place. When she spotted him she had to stop for a moment to calm her pounding heart. She let out a shaky breath and walked over. She smiled small and bit her lip. “Hi.” She breathed out.

If he hadn’t had his music low, since he knew that she was pretty quiet, he probably wouldn’t have noticed her. He looked up at her with a smile, moving to remove his earbuds and tuck them away along with his notepad. “Hey... You uhm... You look great today.” He was being honest, and he felt like he should maybe try and bring her spirits up a bit for the day. It never hurt. “So, is there anything in particular you want to start with? Like the beach or the pier or the heart of the town...?”

#evcnblake #{{;; Darius Talking ;;}}

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thedrunkenirishman:

“Well… Ye know, that’s what sells now-a-days. People want original poetr’y tha’s hard an’ hits ye tae th’core, ye know?” Emmett gently pushed the notepad back to the boy as he leaned a bit on the bar.

“You’re definitely right there... But I don’t really get why. Don’t you think people would be more inclined to find things that make them happy?” He finished up his drink, letting out a small huff. He supposed he wasn’t really one to talk.

#thedrunkenirishman #{{;; Darius Talking ;;}}

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evcnblake:

Her heart fluttered again at his words. She couldn’t help but look into his eyes again and smile. “See you.” She breathed out. “I’ll meet you over here tomorrow.” She said quietly. As she walked out she had to stop herself from looking back at him once more. There was a longing to stay close to him and not leave. But her mind screamed at her to stay away. To not let him in. But she had a feeling her heart would take control sooner or later.

He quietly watched her leave, biting his lip a bit. Once she was gone, he started to process everything that just happened. Why did he suddenly admit all of that to her? That wasn’t like him. He let out a soft huff before looking down at the table, moving to pay for everything before heading out himself. -- The next day, after he had went for his run and cleaned up, he moved to wait quietly outside the pizza shop, writing in his notepad and listening to music as he waited for her to arrive.

#evcnblake #{{;; Darius Talking ;;}}

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evcnblake:

Her heart pounded at his words. It was almost as if he spoke her mind. Her doe eyes locked with his and she took the time to actually take him in. Maybe it was fate that she met this man who seemed to be as lonely as her. She couldn’t help but look at him as he talked about what he wanted. It made her feel a little flutter in her stomach. “But what if you’re too damaged.. what if you’re so broken that when you actually do find that person you can’t be with them either way. Because in the end you have baggage that you don’t want to burden them with.” She whispered as she looked into his eyes. But as soon as she did she quickly looked away. She didn’t know why she was being so open with him. In fact it scared her. All of it scared her. She let out a shaky breath and bit her lip. “I should go.” She whispered. “Thank you for the pizza.” She said softly. “I’ll see you tomorrow for that tour.” Her eyes locked with his once more before she got up.

He felt his breath hitch quietly when she locked eyes with him. He usually wasn’t very good at eye contact, but he somehow couldn’t pull himself away from hers. He kept a calm expression as their eyes met, listening to her words. He was about to respond, but it seemed he wasn’t going to be given the chance when she suddenly looked away, wanting to get away. He knew better than to full on stop her, because he knew when someone tried to get away like that, they needed to get away. But before she could leave, he spoke up. “Just because you have baggage doesn’t mean you’re a burden... And if anyone sees otherwise, they don’t deserve you...” He lifted his head to her, flashing a small smile. “See you tomorrow, Evan.”

#evcnblake #{{;; Darius Talking ;;}}

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evcnblake:

Evan truly felt stupid for admitting it. She felt like a stupid school girl trying to live in a fantasy. She probably looked like a loser to him. “Yeah. It definitely is.” She whispered. “But is it so stupid to crave a powerful love like that?” She asked quietly and didn’t dare look at him. “When you’ve had no ounce of love all your life?” She craved it. There was no denying. She wanted to be wanted by someone, for them to need and cherish her. But she knew if someone got that close, she’d end up pushing them away. She was damaged goods, nothing good came from being close to her.

He pursed his lips a bit at that, looking down at the table for a moment before softly speaking up. “It’s not stupid...” In all honesty, he was quite the same, even if he refused to admit it. The only love he ever received was from his family, but they were all gone. Otherwise, he was non-existent and didn’t really seem to matter. “I’ll be honest... I crave it too. Too have one person that see you as their world... Sees you and no one else... That will drop everything to be with you and spend every waking moment with you...” He was rambling and he didn’t even realize it.

#evcnblake #{{;; Darius Talking ;;}}

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evcnblake:

Evan was surprised herself, after what happened with her ex she really didn’t let anyone touch her. But with him things were different. She felt comfortable, almost safe. She blushed in embarrassment and bit her lip. “I grew up reading mostly romance novels. I loved all of Jane Austen’s books. But my number one favorite is Jane Eyre. I guess it inspired me to write something as powerful and romantic. But I’ve never been in love. Not really. It’s almost like a fantasy for me. Like it isn’t real.” It was true, she had never really been shown any type of affection. Not even from her own parents. She thought the man they were forcing her to marry would have cared for her, but she was wrong. Completely and totally wrong.

“Jane Austen and Jane Eyre... Probably the most popular romance novelists. Reasonably so, too.” He was a bit surprised at how open she was being about everything, considering how she was when they first started talking. He gave a small smile to her, moving to shift his frame a bit more comfortably before looking at her with a sort of sympathetic gaze. “I know that feeling... A lot of people crave that powerful romance... But I can tell you this, the romance that people like Jane Austen or Eyre write is fantasy for them too. It would be surreal to get love like that... Though I did learn one thing from them that seems accurate. Love takes time, and sometimes can be hard to find.”

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evcnblake:

“Because they aren’t happy?“ She asked softly. “I get that. My first couple of stories I kept to myself because I was afraid they were too depressing. But these show real emotion. Real pain. People can connect to that.” She said softly as she handed him back his notepad. Her skin brushed against is ever so slightly, making her cheeks flush a little.

He gave a small smile at her words, even if it wasn’t entirely noticeable. “I’d love to read your writing sometime too.” He moved to take his notepad back, a bit surprised by the very faint touch himself. It had certainly been a while, to say the least. Usually he was very observant and made sure he never made contact, but... This one didn’t seem to bother him. “So... Why romance?”

#evcnblake #{{;; Darius Talking ;;}}

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evcnblake:

“They are beautiful.” She whispered as she continued to read them. “You should get these published. I’m sure the world would love them.” She said and smiled softly at him. “They’re truly amazing poems.”

He wasn’t really sure how to respond to this. She wasn’t calling them sad, depressing, lackluster... That was why he was afraid to publish them -- people might find them to be a bit too depressing to enjoy. But for some reason, she was giving him compliments. He looked down a bit awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck. “I thought about it... But I don’t know...”

#evcnblake #{{;; Darius Talking ;;}}

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evcnblake:

Evan didn’t expect him to give her his poetry so soon. She gently took the note pad and began to read. After a few pages her doe eyes looked up at him in awe. “Darius, these are really good.” She breathed out.

Through the silence, he tried to start eating a bit more, but he couldn’t help but glance at what she was reading every now and then. He would be lying if he said that he wasn’t a bit anxious that she was reading some of the much more personal ones, but he would also be lying if he said he didn’t get a bit flushed when she complimented him like that. “I... really like words, so... I always challenge myself to write poetry with words I don’t usually use...”

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thedrunkenirishman:

Emmett raised a brow as he watched the man fish through his pocket to find a small notepad. He looked at the poem and gave a slight nod as he read. “I like it actually! It’s go’ a lot of rhyme as well as a good feel tae it. Ye migh’ be gettin’ somewhere actually.”

He had confidence in his writing, but he had to admit that it always felt odd when someone complimented him. Mostly because it was rare he felt comfortable enough to actually show someone his poetry. Maybe it was the alcohol, maybe it was his brute honesty... He wasn’t sure. “Thanks... I guess my main concern is... Most of them are a bit too personal...” No one might be able to understand them.

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thedrunkenirishman:

“Well.. I honestly would love tae read it sometime.. Think ye could bring some o’er? If ye wanna that is.” He smiled. “Poems can be ‘mazin’ actually. Me da’ was a poet when ‘e was still alive an’ kickin’, ye know. Very well known in Ireland bu’ that was when he was much older.”

“Well...” He paused for a moment, feeling through his pockets for a moment. He never left without his notepad, or at least the one he was currently working through. He carefully flipped through the pages, choosing one that wasn’t so personal to himself. It was instead about the changing seasons and relating it to the cycle of life. He slid it over to him. “One that’s a bit more simple for any poet... Figured it’d a good one to start.”

#thedrunkenirishman #{{;; Darius Talking ;;}}

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evcnblake:

Evan smiled softly. “It’s the same for me with other author’s or what my idea of romance is.” She said quietly. “I love poetry, maybe I could read one of your poems one day.”

He seemed to get embarrassed by that. He looked down at his hands for a moment, trying to decide if he should show her or not. After a moment of consideration, he finally reached into his pocket and pulled out a notepad, carefully sliding it to her. “Go for it.” His voice was a bit soft.

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evcnblake:

“Don’t make fun of me, but romance.” She said quietly. “Or at least I’m trying. I’ve never have any experience in that field so.” She blushed and looked down. “I’m sucking at it.”

“I wouldn’t make fun of you for what you write. It’s... romantic.” He was with her in the fact that he had no experience just the same. It was hard to describe how the heart felt when it was in love when it wasn’t a familiar feeling. “If I ever write about it, I get inspiration from other poets... Oh-- that probably doesn’t make sense without context. I write poetry.”

#evcnblake #{{;; Darius Talking ;;}}

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It's unfortunately unavoidable, but like I said, the reason anybody gets through any of this is because there are people in our lives that care desperately about our well being, and when you disappear, they don't yell at you. They come up to you and say 'Are you okay?' and that alone, just somebody that you know is thinking of you, and concerned about you, it gives you the energy to fight on.

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