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spaceypeachbun · 1 year

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As A Star Might Be

Hogarth stood in a dipped trench where the grass hadn't grown as long, shaded from sunlight during the day at most angles save what could creep like long golden fingers through the trees.

He didn't really need to make such a big deal of collecting his arrows; it's not like he couldn't make or obtain more, or that he didn't have a supply of them to sustain leaving one plunged in some wealthy, beastly man's chest. Collecting them while the bodies were looted felt right, though. It seemed like a ritual, and Hogarth Hanamura was a man of ritual and routine, of clean lines and order.

This did make the ordeal of loving Simon Templar chaotic from time to time. He was flighty, even a bit flaky should he choose to be cruel (which he never would to his Saint, dearest thing), and tended to live his life as a kite on the wind of his own ever changing whims. Constantly he searched for balms to his burdens of boredom. Tonight the balm made a few rich socialites pockets lighter and their bodies relieved of a deal of their blood.

Hogarth had shot the arrow that'd spooked the horse, stopping it long enough to allow Mr. Saint and Roger to assist with their business while Hogarth remained at a feasible distance to loose arrows into bodies. One day he hoped to shoot someone's purse off their hip.

For now, he collected arrows, plucking one from a cavernous chest with noisy, visceral protest from the body it'd found a home in.

The blood bothered him as most wet messes did, so he wiped it on the patchy grass in an ineffective attempt to clean a bit more off. He liked the dark of this trench; it felt safe, like the world had bowed lower just for him.

Or maybe, he thought as he looked up at the most beautiful man he'd ever see and could ever hope to, the world bent under his feet so that he could see The Saint as he was here, against the moonlit sky as a star might be.

His ear cuff glittered with sapphires and rubies, sparkling and dancing over his cheekbone. Around his neck was some manner of choker, though it was obscured from this angle by his twinkling cape.

Though he couldn't hear him clearly, he could tell from the muffled patter of his voice that he was saying something to Roger that glittered as much as the rest of him. Lips that always knew just how firmly someone needed to be kissed pulled into a smile over pearly teeth, and Hogarth assumed he must have been amused by his own commentary, regardless of what that might have been. Even his silhouette, the shape of his nose, the curve of his chin as it dove swanlike to become his neck and Adam's apple, the arch of his eyebrows, was shaped as if cut from the cloth of the night sky.

The moon rested behind his head; a halo to bathe him in a basking white glow. Rays bounced from behind Simon Templar's celestial body but died out just shy of Hogarth's trench. Bows back in their quiver and a pocket of coins pilfered from a man currently suffering from death, he couldn't will himself to get any closer to the man in the moon. He wanted to observe him from afar, an astronomer lost in his studies, making maps of the constellation in his ear cuff.

How far away he felt there. How untouchable that silhouette that seemed to tease Roger was then. At least, that was, until he turned around, shoulders and head twisting to look right at him. He must have known (Simon always knows) that he was staring, because the look of amusement changed but did not lessen in wattage as he uttered something surely beautiful toward him. He thought he heard 'coelacanth' in there.

As he walked closer, nearer to the edge of the deep trench where Hogarth had planted himself, his shape in perspective got larger and blocked out the moon, leaving the beams nowhere to go but warm and bright into his own fluttering chest.

#he doesnt look a thing like jesus (but he talks like a gentleman) -- simon and hogarth #ive got a hunger twisting my stomach into knots (hogarth hanamura)#writings

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spaceypeachbun · 2 years

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OKAY I'm writing this post AGAIN but less detailed than before. Huggability is gauged through "quality of the hug" and "willingness to participate in hug"

Most Huggable

Yasmir. Arguably most huggable. Friendly and DTH (down to hug) most anyone. He is fat, not too tall or too short, always wearing soft sweaters or overcoats, and smells like pine trees and spiced rum. Excellent hug experience.

Radio. Butch and will hug you like you're her best friend if she knows you well enough. Yes being butch adds to the huggability. It's my list. Anyway she may lift you off the ground, especially if you're Chayo. She's got strong arms. A hug from radio is powerful and fun loving, just like her.

Mordecai. Loses some points because he is a tall skinny fool and feels like hugging several baguettes in a designer suit but earns points by making you feel like the most loved, valuable, important being in the world when he hugs you. Loves you with his entire heart and makes sure you know it.

BERT DEATHRAGE. If you ask him and his big arms and big tits for a hug he'll say HELL YEAH BROTHER and hug you so damn tight. He pats you hard on the back and then when you tell him that you got a promotion he headbangs about it. Bert supports you.

Least Huggable

Carlisle. Don't hug Carlisle. Under no circumstances should you hug Carlisle.

Hogarth. Now, if you're one of a select few he has fallen in love with (Simon, Vali, strange entity he saw in the woods) he wants you to hold and touch and love him so so bad. But if not, he doesn't want you to hug him. He's also slim, and nervous, and full of frowns, so he's best unhugged.

Odhran. Are you a baby? Are you one of the friends ocs I ship with him? If you said no to both then he doesn't want to hug you or probably even talk to you. This is a shame because his hug quality when he does give it is strong.

Carver. I have not fully un-retired Carver, but he is not huggable. He is an asshole, vampire-cold, and British. He's pointy in shape and profoundly doesn't want to hug you, unless he's trying to manipulate and/or stab you.

#white winter hymnal (yasmir ezzios)#saturday nights alright for fighting (radio kahale)#i love everybody because i love you (mordecai ambroise)#temp tag: bert deathrage #temp tag: carlisle #and so ill think of you (i guess) until the day i die (odhran obannion)#ive got a hunger twisting my stomach into knots (hogarth hanamura)#temp tag: carver

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spaceypeachbun · 2 years

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11 croque, 14 hoagie + richter

11. What kind of person are they most compatible with? (platonic or romantic)

Miss Croquembouche can be sarcastic and haughty, so people who can handle that from a fluffy cat are off to a good start. You gotta be okay with a bit of crime. People who are too sentimental don't always mesh well with her .

14: relationship with family/who are they closest to

For Hoagie, I am still working out his family situation, but I know he was close to his father and cares a lot about his sister, who lives with her godfather. Watch this space.

Richter meanwhile has his whole divorce thing going. He still talks to River sometimes since their divorce was more or less amicable, but he has no connection with his son at all, per Vincent's request. Yes, things went bad there, but he does miss his kid, and he would especially like to see his granddaughter :(

Otherwise, he has a healthy relationship with his older brother and his nephews, his parents are super super old (like in their 80s) and they don't fully......GET what he does as an occultist, but things aren't bad there.

#temp tag: croquembouche #ive got a hunger twisting my stomach into knots (hogarth hanamura)#a little birdhouse in your soul (victor richter)#thank youuuuuu

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