askthehuntermusician:

theteaseller:

His relief when Brent agreed was visible, and he laughed a bit at the added warning. “I welcome a bit of noise, don’t worry. S-Silence, it…” he cut himself off, collecting himself a bit as he cleared his throat. “Too much silence can be a bit…frightening sometimes,” he admitted, looking almost embarrassed and simultaneously a bit distant, smile fading now.
Belatedly realizing what had happened, he tried to smile again as he added, “Anyway, I’m glad you can stay. I’ve a guest room upstairs, if you’d rather not stay here in the lounge.”

The sudden change of face worried the blonde, though he didn’t let it show as The Teaseller tried to smile again. It was forced, he knew that much. And a man like him didn’t need that. “I’d like to stay down here a little longer. Besides,” he set the empty cup on the floor next to him before continuing, smile brightening his face, “I’d like to show you something. Something to keep the silence away, ya know?”

The Teaseller nodded; it would probably only exacerbate Brent’s condition to try and move him upstairs and down the hall anyway.
Looking curious now, he tilted his head a bit. “All right, you’ve got me. What is it, then?” He hoped it was something he might be able to replicate on his own when Brent wasn’t around. He needed something to keep him sane and calm, especially with the somewhat aggressive turn he’d taken recently.

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askthehuntermusician:

theteaseller:

He made no remark about the younger’s humming; instead, his smile gentled, glad to see that Brent’s frame visibly relaxed. The Teaseller watched the blond silently, keeping a careful eye on the latter’s bandaged midriff; he wouldn’t have to replace the salve for another three hours. Speaking of which…
“Brent…” he started, hesitant again. “I, um, I don’t wish to force you into a decision, but…but would you like to stay here for a little while? Your wound needs to be properly attended, and fruitless time is an excellent deterrent for whoever’s going after you.”

His head perked at his name, a small smirk at the offer. He’d been planning on leaving, getting to his own apartment, surrounded by weapons to protect himself. But… Being here kept him calm. The Teaseller kept him calm. “I’d love to stay. Can’t promise I’ll be quiet, but I like being here.” Meaning he liked being here and being with The Teaseller.

His relief when Brent agreed was visible, and he laughed a bit at the added warning. “I welcome a bit of noise, don’t worry. S-Silence, it…” he cut himself off, collecting himself a bit as he cleared his throat. “Too much silence can be a bit…frightening sometimes,” he admitted, looking almost embarrassed and simultaneously a bit distant, smile fading now.
Belatedly realizing what had happened, he tried to smile again as he added, “Anyway, I’m glad you can stay. I’ve a guest room upstairs, if you’d rather not stay here in the lounge.”

askthehuntermusician:

theteaseller:

“Of course it’s no trouble,” The Teaseller assured the other, patting his shoulder gently. “I’ll be right back, dear.”
With that, he left the room, heading for the kitchen to fill a glass from a pitcher of purified water in the refrigerator. After putting the rest of the water back, the elder man paused. Perhaps he could help, just a bit. Inhaling slowly, he blew lightly over the water’s surface; a tiny flurry of pale blue dust settled into the water, dissolving like sugar—it was a bit of calm from his own center, that would hopefully help Brent even a little. Smiling in satisfaction, The Teaseller reentered the lounge and handed the water to the blond before hesitantly sitting beside Brent, hands clasped in his lap.

A smile perked his lips up again, he just knew the older man would say that. Once The Teaseller had left, he found the lounge just…a little too quiet. So he started humming. Just little tune he’d learned on a piano. He felt no need to bring his Notes up, taking solace in only his music this once. He was still humming when The Teaseller came back, stopping only when he took a sip of water. Whether it was the humming, the drink, or even the calming presence of the older man next to him, Brent didn’t know, but he knew he finally felt tranquil.

He made no remark about the younger’s humming; instead, his smile gentled, glad to see that Brent’s frame visibly relaxed. The Teaseller watched the blond silently, keeping a careful eye on the latter’s bandaged midriff; he wouldn’t have to replace the salve for another three hours. Speaking of which…
“Brent…” he started, hesitant again. “I, um, I don’t wish to force you into a decision, but…but would you like to stay here for a little while? Your wound needs to be properly attended, and fruitless time is an excellent deterrent for whoever’s going after you.”

((Bam. Latest outfit. Did away with a lot of the extra stylish frou-frou type stuff to reflect his change of mentality. Also no sleeves because it’s summer.  :3 ))

[Teaseller would accept his end with a silent smile, probably helped by her comfort.]

[If Teaseller spotted him in the crowd, he’d smile and mouth “It’s all right” just before the end.]

((Gonna be drawing another iteration of Teaseller’s outfit, for the summer months. :3 ))