theodore watson {mars} (praelium) wrote in themoderngods, @ 2012-02-23 13:30:00 |
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Entry tags: | !thread, × central park, ♥ oliver roscort, ♥ theodore watson, ♦ mars |
WHO: Theo and Oliver
WHAT: Meeting up after five years
WHERE: Central Park
WHEN: Late afternoon, December 29th [BACkDATED]
His parents urged Theo to settle inside a penthouse since anything but would have been considered “primal” within the well heeled community according to his mother. But he didn’t want anything lavish and would have been entirely content with a rundown apartment—actually, a portion of himself wanted such a drastic change, but he knew that if he suggested it, he might as well be putting a knife into his mother’s back. Being born with a silver spoon in his mouth, Theo had easily grown bored with his privileged circumstances and longed for something different. New York itself was such a change and thus, more than enough to quench whatever danger-yearning spree he had now. Granted he always had exploratory pursuits, but New York gave him a whole new excitement.
The first few days he spent merely trying to settle in his brownstone (lavish enough for his mother, fortunately) was absolutely restless. Theo wanted to explore, wanted to run around the city in a way he wasn’t able to the couple of times he had visited. He wanted to delve into every sidewalk crack, every hotdog vendor, every building, every museum, every apartment roof, everything. But he promised to take it slow, and Theo was always true to his promise. Unfortunately, this one didn’t exactly have a loophole for him to abuse. Though, after the furniture was adequately rearranged and placed, he made it his duty to get in contact with one Oliver Roscort—a childhood friend that he had lost a bit of contact with ever since his move to New York five years ago. He had tried to keep in touch, but eventually, the emails, and occasional phone calls fell through.
While he could use a drink right about now, he didn’t want to be totally inebriated when he was talking to his old friend—and not even casual drinking felt right. So he decided that they should meet up at Central Park. Get through obligatory pleasantries before Theo could drag him to do something ridiculously reckless, as he was prone on doing ever since they were kids. He sat on a bench, long legs extended and crossed at the ankles. He had dressed casually for a very casual occasion—jeans, a sweater with a leather jacket pulled over it, and a shirt that still seemed apt since Christmas only just passed. Theo also managed to convince his parents that it was the right decision to move in the interim before New Year’s. AKA, he did not want to inflict himself with the boring party that he was obligated to attend.
The hood was drawn over his disheveled hair. When he had caught sight of a very familiar though at the same time very different figure, he broadened a grin and stood. “Shut the fuck up,” he drawled as he approached him, a phrase spoken in stunned joy. Without hesitance, he pulled the guy into a terse hug, patting his shoulder blade and leaned back. “Been a while, yeah? Look good, mate.”