Tea is a Cup of Life
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askthehuntermusician:

theteaseller:

He reached down to pet the tabby, a small smile on his face. There was something wonderfully comforting about all this—not worrying about vanishing to another universe at the drop of a hat, just getting to be in this moment of domesticity. The Teaseller was almost sure he’d be content to live the rest of his life this way; or at least, the rest of Brent’s life.
The unfortunate thought sobered him a little, making the smile fade and his blue-black gaze turn heavy and aged.

After a few more moments, Brent had returned, giving The Teaseller a quick kiss on the side of his head. Just in case he startled the man, he wouldn’t get headbutted or the like. “Sorry, I don’t have a real table, just this coffee table and the bar on the kitchenette.”

Jolting at the sudden contact, The Teaseller looked up and managed to smile again. “Ah; no, that’s all right. I don’t have one at home either.” He’d never really had need of one, since—aside from when food was offered to him—he never ate. The Dregs were usually enough to sustain him, and food didn’t actually offer his body much in the way of typical nutrition.

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askthehuntermusician:

theteaseller:

The Teaseller backed out of the kitchen to give Brent room to work, moving to sit on the couch in the living room instead. For a little while, he contented himself with looking at his surroundings and watching the younger man, fingers idly toying with the fine chain of the Watch in his vest pocket.

At some point, a small ginger tabby was rubbing itself against The Teaseller’s leg, purring as loud as her little body could handle. The smell of chicken was filling the small apartment, and Brent was humming a tune to himself. 

He reached down to pet the tabby, a small smile on his face. There was something wonderfully comforting about all this—not worrying about vanishing to another universe at the drop of a hat, just getting to be in this moment of domesticity. The Teaseller was almost sure he’d be content to live the rest of his life this way; or at least, the rest of Brent’s life.
The unfortunate thought sobered him a little, making the smile fade and his blue-black gaze turn heavy and aged.

Writers, bold all of your character’s regular truths.

seslionne:

1. Smoking: the action or habit of inhaling and exhaling the smoke of tobacco or a drug. 
2. Binge drinking: the consumption of an excessive amount of alcohol in a short period of time. 
3. Drug abuse: the habitual taking of illegal drugs.
4. Nail biting: a common body language sign of anxiety/tension.
5. Lip biting: a common body language sign of anxiety/tension.
6. Night Owl: a person who is habitually active or wakeful at night.
7. Early bird: a person who rises, arrives, or acts before the usual or expected time.
8. Negative attitudes: a philosophy of approaching life with criticism and pessimism.
9. Positive attitudes: a philosophy of approaching life with optimism and confidence.
10. Swearing: the use of offensive language.
11. Superstitious: an irrational belief that an object, action, or circumstance not logically related to a course of events influences its outcome.
12. Inspecting fingernails: a common body language sign of boredom.
13. Scratching your neck: a common body language sign of uncertainty.
14. Foot and finger tapping: a common body language sign of stress/impatience.
15. Nose touch: a subtle body language sign of deceit.
16. Flipping hair: a common body language sign of craving attention.
17. Twirling hair: a common body language sign of flirtation.
18. Cracking knuckles: a common body language sign of readiness.
19. Hands behind back: a common body language sign of confidence.
20. Finger pointing: a common body language sign of authority.
21. Hands on hips: a common body language sign of readiness.
22: Hands in pockets: a common body language sign of mistrust/reluctance.
23. Frequent touch: a common body language sign of warmth/familiarity.
24. Throat-clearing: a common body language sign of rejection/doubt.
25: Jaw-clenching: a common body language sign of hostility.
26: Eye-rolling: a common body language sign of irritation.
27: Head-tilt: a common body language sign of interest.
28. Whistling: to emit high-pitched sound by forcing breath through a small hole between one’s lips or teeth; usually to a tune.
29. Humming: make a low, steady continuous sound like that of a bee; usually to a tune.
30. Perfectionism: refusal to accept any standard short of perfection.
31. Photographic memory: the ability to remember information or visual images in great detail.
32. Paranoia: a mental condition characterized by delusions of persecution, unwarranted jealousy, or exaggerated self-importance, typically worked into an organized system. 
33. Exaggeration: a statement that represents something as better or worse than it really is.
34: Intuitive: using or based on what one feels to be true even without conscious reasoning; instinctive.
35: Quick-witted: showing or characterized by an ability to think or respond quickly and effectively.
36: Interrupting: breaking the continuity of a conversation with one’s own statements.
37: Doodling: to scribble or make rough drawings, absent-mindedly.
38: Irritable: having or showing a tendency to be easily annoyed.
39: Gambling: to play games of chance for money; bet.
40: Travel-sick: suffering from nausea caused by the motion of a moving vehicle, boat, or aircraft.
41: Sensitive: having or displaying a quick and delicate appreciation of others’ feelings.
42: Melancholy: a feeling of pensive sadness, typically with no obvious cause.
43: Chewing gum: the exercise of chewing flavoured gum which is not intended for swallowing.
44: Fidgeting: to make small movements, especially of the hands and feet, through nervousness or impatience.
45:Skeptical: not easily convinced; having doubts or reservations.
46: Neat-freak: compulsively obsessed with cleanliness.
47: Gossiping: divulging personal information about others.
48: Prim: feeling or showing disapproval of anything regarded as improper; stiffly correct.
49: Abbreviating: Giving others nicknames/shortening names/giving pet names.
50: Having a catchphrase: having a sentence or phrase typically associated with a specific person.

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askthehuntermusician:

theteaseller:

"I’m open to anything," he replied with a shake of his head and another smile. "I’m sure whatever you make will be delicious." He was feeling more fully at ease now that he was completely clothed—nothing against Brent, of course, it was just his own problems that he had to deal with.

While he did miss seeing The Teaseller half naked on his counter, he didn’t make mention of it. He still didn’t take off his own shirt in the middle of their “fun”, so he didn’t deserve to ask. Both of them still had their own things to work through. “Alright then.” Flashing a small smile, he pulled out the package of chicken from the fridge and a small bunch of asparagus.

The Teaseller backed out of the kitchen to give Brent room to work, moving to sit on the couch in the living room instead. For a little while, he contented himself with looking at his surroundings and watching the younger man, fingers idly toying with the fine chain of the Watch in his vest pocket.

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askthehuntermusician:

theteaseller:

His blush darkened at the compliment, making him fumble a bit at first as he sorted out his clothes.
It took a few seconds for him to remember. “Oh; yes, I believe you did,” The Teaseller agreed, looking a bit sheepish and almost apologetic.

Smoothing out the front of his shirt, Brent went to the fridge to see what was inside. There was some chicken, but he still looked over his shoulder to ask, “You have any preference, love?”

"I’m open to anything," he replied with a shake of his head and another smile. "I’m sure whatever you make will be delicious." He was feeling more fully at ease now that he was completely clothed—nothing against Brent, of course, it was just his own problems that he had to deal with.

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askthehuntermusician:

theteaseller:

After a few moments of silence, The Teaseller glanced down and flushed light pink again.
"Um…pardon, but…may I get dressed? I-I’d rather not get a chill."

"Course. …Love the view, though." Finally pulling himself away from The Teaseller, he looked over his shoulder. "…I promised you dinner, didn’t I?"

His blush darkened at the compliment, making him fumble a bit at first as he sorted out his clothes.
It took a few seconds for him to remember. “Oh; yes, I believe you did,” The Teaseller agreed, looking a bit sheepish and almost apologetic.

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askthehuntermusician:

theteaseller:

His smile gentled, changing a little with a tinge of melancholy. “…You may have to remind me of that sometimes; I tend not to believe it on my own.” The Teaseller draped his arms around Brent, leaning slightly into the kisses.

"….I’ll gladly do that. You deserve being happy." He gently kissed at his lips again, rubbing at his sides. 

After a few moments of silence, The Teaseller glanced down and flushed light pink again.
"Um…pardon, but…may I get dressed? I-I’d rather not get a chill."

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askthehuntermusician:

theteaseller:

"They would only be tears of joy, ljubzhein," The Teaseller assured him with another laugh in his tone. "You do make me happy…happier than I ever could’ve dreamed." Especially after that incident—but he didn’t mention that aloud. No reason to upset a nice moment.

"…..You deserve to be happy." Leaning forward, he pecked the end of the older man’s nose before going for his forehead. 

His smile gentled, changing a little with a tinge of melancholy. “…You may have to remind me of that sometimes; I tend not to believe it on my own.” The Teaseller draped his arms around Brent, leaning slightly into the kisses.

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askthehuntermusician:

theteaseller:

He bit the inside of his lower lip, something in his throat tightening as he blinked rapidly. Another laugh, softer and weaker this time; he tucked a few stray blue-white curls behind one ear. “…You might make me cry if you keep on like that,” The Teaseller admitted, voice already a little shaky with the threat of tears. One hand reached to comb his fingers through Brent’s hair again.

"Hey…I only speak the truth… I can stop if it makes you cry though…" He finally let go of The Teaseller to stand up straight, arms still resting around the older man. "…I just want to make you happy."

"They would only be tears of joy, ljubzhein," The Teaseller assured him with another laugh in his tone. "You do make me happy…happier than I ever could’ve dreamed." Especially after that incident—but he didn’t mention that aloud. No reason to upset a nice moment.

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askthehuntermusician:

theteaseller:

He couldn’t help it—he let out a laugh, more from relief than anything as an odd tension in his posture seemed to vanish.
"Sorry, I’m sorry; I’m not laughing at you, I promise," The Teaseller assured Brent through dwindling giggles. "I, I suppose I’m just relieved…that something isn’t wrong with me." There was still a small smile on his face, but he’d sobered otherwise. "That, um…that you’d actually want to be with…well…someone like me."

Brent was honestly lost when The Teaseller started laughing and giggling, so he was far from being offended. Instead, he remained surprised on listening to what he said. “…I guess my actions speak louder then my words then.” Rubbing his cheek against his stomach again, he hugged him just a little tighter. “To me? You’re perfect. And even if you don’t think you are, you are still my one and only Liron. My Song. The one thing that I love and can always count on.”

He bit the inside of his lower lip, something in his throat tightening as he blinked rapidly. Another laugh, softer and weaker this time; he tucked a few stray blue-white curls behind one ear. “…You might make me cry if you keep on like that,” The Teaseller admitted, voice already a little shaky with the threat of tears. One hand reached to comb his fingers through Brent’s hair again.