Collab with: @Silent Observer
Location: His kitchen
Interacting With: Himself and a not so great memory.
|| Outfit ||
Location: His kitchen
Interacting With: Himself and a not so great memory.
|| Outfit ||
The Delaney household smelt like a waffle house. Pure, glorious breakfast scents that usually came from either there or the house next door, where Remy's grandparents lived, trailed throughout the building and trickled through the opening of the cracked windows. After all, the blond boy, who is the 'man of the house' when his dad isn't around, got his skills from his Papa Blake. Who knows what he would aspire to be if his pa didn't cook like a beast. Wafflecakes. Bacon. Italian sausages. Omelettes. Scones. Muffins. Fruits galore. The table, which was meant for no more than six people, was covered completely. It was like a goddamn buffet.
On the counter by the fridge, there were four lunchboxes: Stanley Steel, Star Trek, Human Organ Transplant, and 'I BELIEVE IN UNICORNS'. Dad. Tempest. Temperance. And Bonny-Lee. He didn't know what they were going to do today until the game, but they'd at least have lunch. He'd have to bring some food over to his grandmas. His grandpas were probably out hanging at the diner, or even just exploring the outskirts with Desi's gramps, James Carter.
By the window, the chill causing the house to get colder than it should be, Remy slowly exhaled, letting his hot breath fog the glass up. There were prominent dark circles around his eyes and his appearance was far more... unkempt than usual. As if he had just rolled out of bed, not giving any fucks, but in reality, he's been in this kitchen the entire night and had not changed from his outfit from yesterday. It was cold... but he didn't mind it. His cheeks were kissed pink from the chill that he let in. His father would give him hell, surely. Are you trying to get your entire FAMILY sick? Maybe.
Bringing his pointer finger to the glass, he slid it down and, at a snail's pace, spelled... J...A...R...E...T...H. His eyes saddened at the sight of his friend's name. Why am I stupid?
On the counter by the fridge, there were four lunchboxes: Stanley Steel, Star Trek, Human Organ Transplant, and 'I BELIEVE IN UNICORNS'. Dad. Tempest. Temperance. And Bonny-Lee. He didn't know what they were going to do today until the game, but they'd at least have lunch. He'd have to bring some food over to his grandmas. His grandpas were probably out hanging at the diner, or even just exploring the outskirts with Desi's gramps, James Carter.
By the window, the chill causing the house to get colder than it should be, Remy slowly exhaled, letting his hot breath fog the glass up. There were prominent dark circles around his eyes and his appearance was far more... unkempt than usual. As if he had just rolled out of bed, not giving any fucks, but in reality, he's been in this kitchen the entire night and had not changed from his outfit from yesterday. It was cold... but he didn't mind it. His cheeks were kissed pink from the chill that he let in. His father would give him hell, surely. Are you trying to get your entire FAMILY sick? Maybe.
Bringing his pointer finger to the glass, he slid it down and, at a snail's pace, spelled... J...A...R...E...T...H. His eyes saddened at the sight of his friend's name. Why am I stupid?
God. It was fucking cold. Was this really his brilliant plan? HEY JAR. MEET ME AT OUR SPOT. I'M BORED. Zipping up his coat as high as he could, Remy stared at the soon-to-be-frozen lake. Midterms were just around the corner... and by that, he meant: two days. Two short days.
And yet, all he could think about was... just saying it. After Jareth and Temperance tried to date, but it not getting past the first month, Remy felt like his life was an emotional roller coaster. It didn't help that after the fact, his sister-to-be kept questioning him, since she knew something that he didn’t realize until she hit him hard like a highway pile up. You ever realize how much... you talk about him? And you still have his sweater from forever ago AND your ONLY Dating Sims' character looks JUST LIKE HIM. Don't even get me started with my King Pin date with him. You were OUT to GET ME. I thought I was going to DIE with how many accidents happened that day, and all because you were... jealous. You love him, don't you? And I don't mean the cute bromance love. I mean loooooooveeeee him. You love Jareth Wells, Mister Remy Delaney.
Fucking hell, she was annoying. Blowing heat into his hands, with his cheeks blushed from the cold, Remy tried to not think too much into what he was about to do. For so long, he always prepared himself for things. Surprising Jar wasn't something new for Remy, like when he baked him a congrats cake for getting his license or when he planned a weekend ski trip getaway with their buds to get Jar's mind off of the sadness that he didn't necessarily want to talk about. Time with friends was a good remedy to cheer someone up! And the one person Remy wanted to smile, all the time, was Jareth. Remy wasn't prepared, at all. How could you prepare for something like this? He considered writing his feelings in a letter, or giving his best friend another journal to add to his collection, but here he was, with nothing but himself and well, his feelings.
Was this going to be a mistake? He didn't know. But if he didn't try, how would he know? What if... it could happen. He really wanted it to happen.
Jar was holed up in his room strumming on his acoustic - instead of studying, like he should be - when his phone buzzed. Ever the determined musician, Jareth tried and failed to arrange the chords of the current piece he was working on. He had the words, and a title, but the melody continued to elude him. Alas, after about 10 minutes of frustration, he set All Nereids Beware aside, until he could deem it acceptable on another day (a day that might never come), and picked up his phone.
Remy wanted to meet up at the usual spot. It was strange that the good little nerd wasn’t studying, but Jar wasn’t about to look a gift horse in the mouth. Music and some time with his best friend sure beat the hell out of reviewing notes for midterms. ’Sounds good, c ya soon.’ He had said before rummaging in his closet for another two layers to put on. It was getting cold out in Colorado, too cold to leave your house without at least three layers, two of those layers being jackets.
A plucky emo tune from some years before now filled Jareth’s ears as he traversed through the snowy woods. In any other season, there were beaten down trails to follow to the river’s edge. During the wintertime, everything was blanketed in a obfuscating powdery white. That didn’t matter all that much, Jareth knew the way like the back of his hand. The Westworth kids spent the majority of the summer navigating these trails, and tubing down the river. In fact, it was in this very spot that Jareth learned how to swim in middle school - he was from the city, and he never learned, until Ray had caught wind that he didn’t know how, and set to fixing that.
Bobbing his head to the music in his earbuds, Jareth danced around the trunk of the big willow, holding it with one arm as he swung around the corner to the shore. It was rare to see a willow that large around this area, but the river supplied it with ample water to thrive. Jareth popped out his headphones when he saw that Remy was already there. He was facing the water with his back turned to Jar’s direction. Mischievously taking advantage of his unheard approach, Jar walked as softly and quietly as he could, to sneak up on the unsuspecting blond.
“Boo!”
Instead of jumping, which in most cases Remy would have, since he wasn’t one for scares, the blond boy shook his head out of his daze and turned to look back to see his best friend. A light smile graced his face when he finally realized what Jar had did, “Oh, you got me.” He could feel his mouth jitter and he honestly could believe it wasn’t because of the cold. Was he being obvious? That he was out of it? Quickly, and with intent, Remy turned on his heel and saluted his friend (hopefully to cover up his reaction moments ago), “How’s studyin’ going?!” Ehehe. He was dying.
“Right now I think I’ve decided on transitioning from d minor, to f, to e flat, but I’m really not settled on it.” Jar responded casually, not referring to the type of studying that Remy was asking about at all. He smirked his crooked half-smile and hopped up onto one of the big boulders near the shore. They were called the sittin’ rocks, because they were good for sittin’. “What’d ya wanna do? …please don’t say study...”
“O-oh. Um.” Remy had to think about this one. Should he just… say it? Or－ “Talk about… things.” Okay, yeah. Slowly get into it.
Jareth furrowed his brows curiously, which could not actually be seen behind his curtain of ebony fringe. “Okayyy… what about?” Remy looked weird, has was upset, maybe? Maybe it was about the upcoming wedding. That would be understandable, kind of out of the blue, but understandable. He was gaining a whole other half of a family. Jareth couldn’t think of anything else that might get Rem this worked up.
Taking off his hat, which was probably a dumb idea, because his hair sprawled upward and it was extremely cold, Remy fiddled with it in his hands. “The dance… is soon.” WHY WAS IT SO HARD TO SPILL IT OUT? Not making eye contact, Remy glanced downward to his rundown shoes.
“Oh, yeah. Should be fun! You’re going, right?” Jareth watched how nervous Remy seemed. Just watching him wringing his hands around his beanie made Jar feel anxious. Normally the tables were turned, but Jar owed Remy an ear to listen, after all the times that he’d been that ear for Jar. The dark-haired boy cleared his throat a little after the somewhat falsely light-hearted question he had just asked. “Are you… okay?” he inquired softly, dipping his head to try to meet his gaze with a Remy that was very intently looking at his shoes.
No. No, he wasn’t. Actually, it dawned on Remy that this was probably an absolute mistake, and he was regretting this decision. His nerves were making him feel absolutely sick. What if this ruined everything? What if Jar hated him? What if this ended their relationship, and Remy would never be able to see his best friend smile again? He was freaking out. He couldn’t even take in any of his friend’s words, because all he could think of was saying: “I love you.” Mustering the little courage he had in him, Remy looked up from staring downwards and locked his terrified brown eyes with Jareth’s silvery blue storm. He bit his bottom lip, wondering if this was going to fly over Jar’s head, or if he would realize the connotations behind that simple, three word phrase.
Jareth almost responded back with a quick ‘Love you too, man,’ when he realized. Wait… what? Jar looked down at the way Remy was chewing on his lip. It appears as though that particular nervous tic was one of the many things the duo shared in common. Surprisingly enough, Jareth didn’t look away from Remy, he kept his gaze steady. In simpler terms, he was basically… staring. “Uhm… like… you?” the string of words coming out of his mouth weren’t making sense to either of them. What was he trying to do? Get him to say it again? It was quite clear what Rem had said, but some part of his brain was demanding confirmation.
He wasn’t clear enough. Remy’s expression became disheartened. Yeah, this was definitely a mistake. Why would Jar like someone like him? He wanted girls. Not boys. Even if it seemed he could swing it both ways, he was definitely more of a ladies’ man. Balling his hands up, his beanie still in his grasp, Remy shook his head, “Forget I even said anything.” He put his hat back on, bringing it lower to where it nearly covered his eyes, “The gay boy who thought a fantasy could become his reality. Silly me.” He wanted to leave, but maybe… just maybe, Jar could say the right words to keep him there.
“No…” Jar said quietly, his eyebrows stitching together. He’d never seen Remy look so devastated. This was Smiley, that’s literally what people called him, and Jar was the reason he was making that face. It was awful. “Please don’t do that. I’m not mad－”
“I－”
“It’s just... a lot of information to get at once?”
He was speaking in a tone that one might use if they came across a small, frightened animal. In some ways, Remy did seem like a wounded pup. Instead of holding his hands out to show that he meant no harm - like one might actually do with a dog - Jareth reached his arm out and touched Rem’s elbow. “You’re not silly, it’s okay.”
“I’m sorry.” He didn’t know why he was apologizing, exactly, but he felt like he had to. Because, Remy still wasn’t smiling, and it was his fault, And he didn’t say that he loved him back, even if he did, more than any other person… but just not, in the same way? Maybe? Thoughts swirled in his head and he couldn’t even think straight as his own anxiety started to grow. “I just… need some time?” his voice didn’t sound like his own, it was hollow and disembodied, as his mind was clearly wrapped up itself in that moment.
No… a lot of information… sorry… Remy wanted to react positively. Wanted to forget the feeling in his chest right now. Wanted to forget this ever happened. As broken as it was, Remy’s gaze softened and he did smile, but along with his smile was a rainfall of salt and tears. “Take… as much time as you need.” To think about how to reject him even more. Pulling away from Jareth, Remy peered down at his wristwatch and started walking away, “Oh… look, I should get back home. For dinner. I’ll, um, see you later, J-Jar.” And even though he absolutely hated running, he ran. Far, far away.
And yet, all he could think about was... just saying it. After Jareth and Temperance tried to date, but it not getting past the first month, Remy felt like his life was an emotional roller coaster. It didn't help that after the fact, his sister-to-be kept questioning him, since she knew something that he didn’t realize until she hit him hard like a highway pile up. You ever realize how much... you talk about him? And you still have his sweater from forever ago AND your ONLY Dating Sims' character looks JUST LIKE HIM. Don't even get me started with my King Pin date with him. You were OUT to GET ME. I thought I was going to DIE with how many accidents happened that day, and all because you were... jealous. You love him, don't you? And I don't mean the cute bromance love. I mean loooooooveeeee him. You love Jareth Wells, Mister Remy Delaney.
Fucking hell, she was annoying. Blowing heat into his hands, with his cheeks blushed from the cold, Remy tried to not think too much into what he was about to do. For so long, he always prepared himself for things. Surprising Jar wasn't something new for Remy, like when he baked him a congrats cake for getting his license or when he planned a weekend ski trip getaway with their buds to get Jar's mind off of the sadness that he didn't necessarily want to talk about. Time with friends was a good remedy to cheer someone up! And the one person Remy wanted to smile, all the time, was Jareth. Remy wasn't prepared, at all. How could you prepare for something like this? He considered writing his feelings in a letter, or giving his best friend another journal to add to his collection, but here he was, with nothing but himself and well, his feelings.
Was this going to be a mistake? He didn't know. But if he didn't try, how would he know? What if... it could happen. He really wanted it to happen.
Jar was holed up in his room strumming on his acoustic - instead of studying, like he should be - when his phone buzzed. Ever the determined musician, Jareth tried and failed to arrange the chords of the current piece he was working on. He had the words, and a title, but the melody continued to elude him. Alas, after about 10 minutes of frustration, he set All Nereids Beware aside, until he could deem it acceptable on another day (a day that might never come), and picked up his phone.
Remy wanted to meet up at the usual spot. It was strange that the good little nerd wasn’t studying, but Jar wasn’t about to look a gift horse in the mouth. Music and some time with his best friend sure beat the hell out of reviewing notes for midterms. ’Sounds good, c ya soon.’ He had said before rummaging in his closet for another two layers to put on. It was getting cold out in Colorado, too cold to leave your house without at least three layers, two of those layers being jackets.
A plucky emo tune from some years before now filled Jareth’s ears as he traversed through the snowy woods. In any other season, there were beaten down trails to follow to the river’s edge. During the wintertime, everything was blanketed in a obfuscating powdery white. That didn’t matter all that much, Jareth knew the way like the back of his hand. The Westworth kids spent the majority of the summer navigating these trails, and tubing down the river. In fact, it was in this very spot that Jareth learned how to swim in middle school - he was from the city, and he never learned, until Ray had caught wind that he didn’t know how, and set to fixing that.
Bobbing his head to the music in his earbuds, Jareth danced around the trunk of the big willow, holding it with one arm as he swung around the corner to the shore. It was rare to see a willow that large around this area, but the river supplied it with ample water to thrive. Jareth popped out his headphones when he saw that Remy was already there. He was facing the water with his back turned to Jar’s direction. Mischievously taking advantage of his unheard approach, Jar walked as softly and quietly as he could, to sneak up on the unsuspecting blond.
“Boo!”
Instead of jumping, which in most cases Remy would have, since he wasn’t one for scares, the blond boy shook his head out of his daze and turned to look back to see his best friend. A light smile graced his face when he finally realized what Jar had did, “Oh, you got me.” He could feel his mouth jitter and he honestly could believe it wasn’t because of the cold. Was he being obvious? That he was out of it? Quickly, and with intent, Remy turned on his heel and saluted his friend (hopefully to cover up his reaction moments ago), “How’s studyin’ going?!” Ehehe. He was dying.
“Right now I think I’ve decided on transitioning from d minor, to f, to e flat, but I’m really not settled on it.” Jar responded casually, not referring to the type of studying that Remy was asking about at all. He smirked his crooked half-smile and hopped up onto one of the big boulders near the shore. They were called the sittin’ rocks, because they were good for sittin’. “What’d ya wanna do? …please don’t say study...”
“O-oh. Um.” Remy had to think about this one. Should he just… say it? Or－ “Talk about… things.” Okay, yeah. Slowly get into it.
Jareth furrowed his brows curiously, which could not actually be seen behind his curtain of ebony fringe. “Okayyy… what about?” Remy looked weird, has was upset, maybe? Maybe it was about the upcoming wedding. That would be understandable, kind of out of the blue, but understandable. He was gaining a whole other half of a family. Jareth couldn’t think of anything else that might get Rem this worked up.
Taking off his hat, which was probably a dumb idea, because his hair sprawled upward and it was extremely cold, Remy fiddled with it in his hands. “The dance… is soon.” WHY WAS IT SO HARD TO SPILL IT OUT? Not making eye contact, Remy glanced downward to his rundown shoes.
“Oh, yeah. Should be fun! You’re going, right?” Jareth watched how nervous Remy seemed. Just watching him wringing his hands around his beanie made Jar feel anxious. Normally the tables were turned, but Jar owed Remy an ear to listen, after all the times that he’d been that ear for Jar. The dark-haired boy cleared his throat a little after the somewhat falsely light-hearted question he had just asked. “Are you… okay?” he inquired softly, dipping his head to try to meet his gaze with a Remy that was very intently looking at his shoes.
No. No, he wasn’t. Actually, it dawned on Remy that this was probably an absolute mistake, and he was regretting this decision. His nerves were making him feel absolutely sick. What if this ruined everything? What if Jar hated him? What if this ended their relationship, and Remy would never be able to see his best friend smile again? He was freaking out. He couldn’t even take in any of his friend’s words, because all he could think of was saying: “I love you.” Mustering the little courage he had in him, Remy looked up from staring downwards and locked his terrified brown eyes with Jareth’s silvery blue storm. He bit his bottom lip, wondering if this was going to fly over Jar’s head, or if he would realize the connotations behind that simple, three word phrase.
Jareth almost responded back with a quick ‘Love you too, man,’ when he realized. Wait… what? Jar looked down at the way Remy was chewing on his lip. It appears as though that particular nervous tic was one of the many things the duo shared in common. Surprisingly enough, Jareth didn’t look away from Remy, he kept his gaze steady. In simpler terms, he was basically… staring. “Uhm… like… you?” the string of words coming out of his mouth weren’t making sense to either of them. What was he trying to do? Get him to say it again? It was quite clear what Rem had said, but some part of his brain was demanding confirmation.
He wasn’t clear enough. Remy’s expression became disheartened. Yeah, this was definitely a mistake. Why would Jar like someone like him? He wanted girls. Not boys. Even if it seemed he could swing it both ways, he was definitely more of a ladies’ man. Balling his hands up, his beanie still in his grasp, Remy shook his head, “Forget I even said anything.” He put his hat back on, bringing it lower to where it nearly covered his eyes, “The gay boy who thought a fantasy could become his reality. Silly me.” He wanted to leave, but maybe… just maybe, Jar could say the right words to keep him there.
“No…” Jar said quietly, his eyebrows stitching together. He’d never seen Remy look so devastated. This was Smiley, that’s literally what people called him, and Jar was the reason he was making that face. It was awful. “Please don’t do that. I’m not mad－”
“I－”
“It’s just... a lot of information to get at once?”
He was speaking in a tone that one might use if they came across a small, frightened animal. In some ways, Remy did seem like a wounded pup. Instead of holding his hands out to show that he meant no harm - like one might actually do with a dog - Jareth reached his arm out and touched Rem’s elbow. “You’re not silly, it’s okay.”
“I’m sorry.” He didn’t know why he was apologizing, exactly, but he felt like he had to. Because, Remy still wasn’t smiling, and it was his fault, And he didn’t say that he loved him back, even if he did, more than any other person… but just not, in the same way? Maybe? Thoughts swirled in his head and he couldn’t even think straight as his own anxiety started to grow. “I just… need some time?” his voice didn’t sound like his own, it was hollow and disembodied, as his mind was clearly wrapped up itself in that moment.
No… a lot of information… sorry… Remy wanted to react positively. Wanted to forget the feeling in his chest right now. Wanted to forget this ever happened. As broken as it was, Remy’s gaze softened and he did smile, but along with his smile was a rainfall of salt and tears. “Take… as much time as you need.” To think about how to reject him even more. Pulling away from Jareth, Remy peered down at his wristwatch and started walking away, “Oh… look, I should get back home. For dinner. I’ll, um, see you later, J-Jar.” And even though he absolutely hated running, he ran. Far, far away.
