Sara :33
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Thread Topic: Sara :33
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(Are you gonna do the kidnap when it comes?)
A warm, fuzzy feeling spread through his stomach at the sweet words. Because he was always thinking about the worst, he nearly believed that Saturn was telling a lie. What if he really didn't want him there, and was only saying the nicest in order to keep Hunter from seeing the truth? He shook his head, as he knew he was only being ridiculous. Trust was definitely something he needed to work on. "That's really sweet, Satty. I'm sorry. I would have gone. I just don't feel very well." -
Sure haha)
Saturn smiled a little to himself for an unknown reason. He enjoyed the sound of Hunter's sweet voice, and he thought that and his drunk was could have been the cause of his giddy grinning. "I know you do, baby, it's fine." He assured, warmly, "I wouldn't f-force you to c-come here with me d-due to your condition." He slurred and sputtered out his words. Saturn knew his speaking was getting worse as the alcohol came into affect. He had had quite a few drinks, in fact, a little too many, and it was beginning to hit Saturn. The world began to rotate slowly, and he blinked a few times, shocked. -
(aight just wondering)
He could not help but take into account the increased amount of slurring. "Satty, are you okay?" he asked, voice growing raspier until he cleared it once more. The nails on his fingers dug into his palms as he his breathing hitched. He had been worrying and dwelling on problems at a heightened amount and that was beginning to take a toll on him. He had the desire for nothing but for Saturn to be healthy and happy. The boy would usually place his boyfriend's emotions and mental or physical state before he chose to work on his own. -
"Fine, w-why? Is it that bad?" He questioned, insecure. He hated part of his drunk self. While drunk, Saturn was insecure, angry, flirty, and had slow, slow thoughts. It also made him really depressed right after, and he hated to bring it upon Hunter. Most would use common sense and not get drunk, but Saturn had an odd addiction to the feeling it gave him, and he claimed the addiction was "under control." He wasn't thinking of any of this at the moment, instead, his mind was on when he would next see his love. Saturn felt as if every second without Hunter felt like a century passed. Silently, he felt as if he didn't deserve the young man, as Saturn was constantly leaning on him. Well, that's how he felt, anyways. The accuracy of that could be debated upon. In fact, they did debate upon it regularally when Saturn pulled the, "I don't deserve you." Act.
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"It's okay, Satty. I was only wondering. If you need anything, you can tell me, okay?" The sincerity in his voice wreaked of reassurance, which he was always offering. He took a nibble at his own bottom lip, sniffing in in order to clear the mucus in his nostrils. Unfortunately, this did little to help him. Suddenly, he felt a strong urge to ask, "Have you been drinking?" Usually he wouldn't feel so inclined to question, but all of the signs he had been catching right away pointed to that conclusion. His eyes sunk with impatience while he listened in for a return to his question. If Saturn was impaired, he was going to be the one to go to aid him in his situation. He first found it necessary to make sure.
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Saturn, feeling a little disappointed in himself, frowned at the question. His body trembled up and down with shivers from the cold he was feeling. Quietely, he answered, "Y-y-ye-yes.." He managed to get out in a low tone mutter, meekly. Saturn was usually full of bright eyed confidence, but in the moment he wasn't. He enjoyed being babied and taken care of by Hunter, but never wanted to make him feel like that was his job. Saturn liked to be the dominant, masculine one in the relationship, but sometimes he was increasenly shy and full of self doubt. But then again, wasn't everyone sometimes like that?
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He would have released a blast of overprotective flare, but he refrained from doing so in order to prevent Saturn from feeling any worse. "It's okay, just don't overdo anything. You know that." His eyes followed the floor as he turned with his feet, and he saw a flitter of tiny feet. His vision focused on the small creature, a tiny, grey mouse with big, pink ears and a deformed tail. He squealed into the phone, gripping it tightly and jumping onto the couch. Usually, Hunter was pretty strong about most, even though he was 5'7" in height and not as physically "strong" as a few people thought, but pests such as spiders or mice terrified him. Something about them made him squirm and he was very paranoid long after whatever was bugging him was dead. "SATTY, THERE IS A MOUSE." Hunter ran this off quickly. "I know we were being serious, but please come and kill it! I'm sorry. Then, we can actually talk, right? And cuddle and kiss." The mouse was the most perfectly placed excuse for love and attention, and so the 16 year-old grinned but wouldn't allow for his happiness to show otherwise.
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Saturn chuckled a bit about Hunter's freaking out over the mouse. "I guess sooo. I'll leave as soon as possible, then." Which, in Saturn's language meant he would leave in an half hour or an hour. Saturn was your typical procrastinator, and also loved the aura of parties. It was hard to drive him away from the natural social attention he got. It wasn't a lie, Saturn loved attention. In fact, he could be quite an attention seeker at times. Whenever he felt alone, or without enough attention, he would always seek out attention from Hunter, and it would be graciously given to him. And, of course, Saturn gave the attention right back, as it was only the correct thing to do.
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Hunter frowned, he knew what that meant. He had spent to many nights sitting painfully with Saturn as he dragged his homework along, never having the desire to finish it quickly. He wouldn't let his lover become aware of his upset, so he, in a very peppy voice, replied, "Okay! See you soon! Love you!" Once he said so, he hung up without giving Saturn the chance to speak. With that, he threw his phone with a frustrated grunt, a mouse squeak sounding. He yelped again, angrily biting down on his lip. Sometimes, Hunter could send himself into a blind rage, which was usually calmed by his parents, his boyfriend, a friend, or rarely, himself. This was usually when he found himself upset over certain actions and would overthink it to the point of infuriation. This was one of those times. He stomped, and the mouse scurried away anxiously, squeaking in fear. His eyes welled slightly with tears, but he sniffled and held them back. He wanted to take a nap, he obviously needed sleep, but he didn't feel he'd be capable without Saturn by his side -- there to hold him, to plant gentle kisses upon his cheeks, or help him wipe away his tears. The male sighed, plopping back down onto the seat with more force than before.
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When should he get kidnapped??)
Saturn frowned, unhappy as he wasn't given the chance to speak. He put his phone in his pocket, sighing. He headed back into the house, sitting down on the corner of a couch, alone. He looked around at the couples around- some were making out, some doing other things. He felt disgusted, and a little depressed at it, so he proceeded to head back outside. The party wasn't calming down, but he was. He was tired, and depression was beginning to set in. Saturn knew he shouldn't have drank as much as he did-- and that Hunter was likely greatly unhappy with him for doing so. He knew it was clear he had been on quite a bit of a bender- his pupils were dilated, his eyes were bloodshot, he couldn't focus, he stumbled, he laughed nervously, and he slurred. He tried his best too keep these thoughts out of his mind- but they repeatedly came back, causing him to bits his lip violently in emotional agony. -
(like sometime within the next few responses idk xD it's your charrie)
That was when he finally took the time to cry. If there was one thing that he absolutely despised, it was a feeling such as that. He never wanted to be angry with Saturn, and so he crawled off of the couch in order to find his cell phone so that he could call and apologize. He knew he was overreacting a bit, but he couldn't help but feel emotionally conflicted. As he scrambled around the floor, he thoughts also returned to the mouse, and that just got him more worked up, because once he was already crying, anything could intesify that. Once he spotted the blue case that his device was clad in, he grabbed for it, but paused. Something told him to just wait until Saturn chose to come home to talk, so he dropped his phone back down and hurried back to the couch. Once situated, he peeled his shirt off and coughed, making grotesque noises when doing so. He groaned, pulling the blanket from the back of the seat, and covered himself, laying his body down in order to take a much needed rest. -
Gosh dangit idk how to play this... Meh this will probably turn out mainstream)
Saturn sighed, feeling down. He felt like he was going to sob, but he wasn't much of a crier. He stumbled a little as he began to waddle down the street. It was completely dark, and the only light was a few street lamps. His shirt reflected the dark light, as he was wearing a bright white shirt. His pants, however, did not, as they were a midnight black. He itched his noss, almost sneezing. Saturn was feeling a little woozy- and wasn't quite sure if he was fit to walk. Now thinking about it, he probably should have had someone to take him home, but he hasn't. So now, the brunett practically fell down the street- almost face planting with every step. When he finally felt like he was going to fall and go unconscious, a car slowed down right next to him. A friendly, young, upbeat voice called out to them, "Hey! Need a ride?" The impaired Saturn swallowed, his throat right, and nodded. -
it's okay man
cliche can be fun xP
After a bit of trying to force himself to sleep, he decided to leave the living room to put on a different set of clothes. Once he was in front of the staircase, he made the trek upstairs and to his bedroom. He sniffled when he past his parents bedroom, they weren't due to be home for a month, out on business for their high position jobs. They never told him about it, just left him with a credit card and an "I love you" card. He passed into his own room and observed his closet until he eventually grabbed a plaid, red and black button down flannel and a pair of black jeans. He threw these on with ease and hurried back to the main room of the home. The male scooped his phone up from the floor and exited the home via the front door, which he closed tightly. In a few steps, he was sitting on the porch swing in the front patio, waiting for his beloved to return. -
Saturn, who was quite depressed at the time, slunk back into the seat. At this point, he didn't care what happened to him or where he was being taken. If it was going to be painful, he probably deserved it. Saturn felt he deserved lots of pain. He didn't bother to put his seatbelt on, and found that there were two men in the back seat. They grinned at him, savagely, to which he responded to with ignoring them and gazing out the window. It was beginning to rain, and the light drizzle on the car window calmed him. He began to slip into relaxation, finding it harder and harder to stay awake. Part of him was rational, however, knowing he shouldn't fall asleep in a stranger's car. Never mind the fact he shouldn't have even taken a ride from the stranger. Saturn looked at the driver, stealing multiple quick glances. Even though the car was dark, it was clear he was tan, had some stubble, dark hair, and a square face.
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Hunter, being the type of guy to never make up his mind, grunted and entered the house once again, only to get his phone. He had made the decision to call, he had to, he needed to. The pounding footsteps could have been audible throughout the entire building as he scooped it up and rushed back to his previous location. He went to his call log and clicked Saturn's number, swinging back and forth gently to level his attitude out. He listened to each ring as it painfully stretched, expecting to eventually hear Saturn's sweet, sweet voice that could typically get him out of trouble for anything he did. He allowed for a smile to spread across his lips as he envisioned his sweetheart in his mind.
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