Tint
Future Ships Included: Rythna, Xephmadia, Parvill, FiZo, Ridgephos (?), InTheLittleDream, Sjips, One-sided! Zoethian, Platonic!NanoCoffee, Platonic!InTheLittleToby, Platonic!Honeyphos, Partly Platonic!Zoethian, Hatsome If you want any more ships do ask! :) Platonic or Romantic is fine with me!
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All I feel is darkness, but I feel oddly warm and fuzzy. I feel like a worn, thick carpet. I'm frayed around the edges but still good enough for use. My body is like lead; heavy and alien. I lack the control to raise my arm to look at my palm but instead put forth the effort into opening my eyes. My eyes come into focus after several attempts at blinking to clear the mist away. The closed royal purple curtains cease to mask the orange-yellow tinted sunlight that floods through and dances around the room. Busy roars of traffic keep me from falling slipping back into unconsciousness.
I almost clamp down on my tongue. My head is thumping like a blacksmith hammering away as his tools and I feel way too lightweight to be real. To top it off I felt the icky start of a cold coming on.
I smack my dry, cracked lips and test out my new strained voice, "H-hello?"
No response.
I try to reel up to my feet but I couldn't even get passed to sitting up because my stomach lurches protest. I got even more exasperated and tired as I look around to see this isn't my flat or a hospital room. It's nowhere familiar at all. My eyebrows knit together in confusion.
I look around fearfully, and my frantic eyes lock onto the room next to me. It's a small but comfy kitchen. Not seedy or shady looking, just a plain kitchen. And maybe it exceeds plain with some of the odd things scattered messily about. In fact, the whole space I'm in has a weird style. There's classy and savvy furniture, like the worn black leather couch I'm on. But then, theirs a sense of childishness to it, too. It has a massive amount of colorful items and cheery paintings.
The orb's in my head stop whirling around the room and focus onto a black and red framed photograph. It has heavily designed frame with spotted mushrooms and purple glitter.
It doesn't catch my eye because of the odd frame but instead the actual image makes my blood freeze.
"Hey there, looks like your awake!" A bubbly voice erupts behind me.
I jumped and snapped my neck around to meet the emerald, blue gaze of an adult woman in a cow like jumper. I immediately regretted the fact I reacted so quickly and allowed myself to feebly sink back into the sofa.
The jumper the woman is wearing is like it was snatched straight out of a kids show. It's red and white spotted with toadstools sticking out of it. Peculiar.
"Boy, how much did you drink last night?" The red head exclaimed too loudly. She had long, vermilion hair and a shimmering gold strip climbing down the waterfall of red. "I bet your really confuzzled right now, but worry not! Your in the hands of a friend!"
The sounds of my sniffling and silence were her only response.
Her brow furrowed in concern.
"You don't know who I am?"
I shake my head.
"I'm Zoeya! Remember last night?" "Zoeya" said exasperated.
I shook my head again.
Zoeya sighed and pressed her fingertips against her forehead in a "you're a idiot aren't you" sort of gesture.
"Last night, you were drunk out on the streets and frozen to death by the time my friend and I found you. The only reason why I saw you is because I saw a shiny reflection on the road and found out it was a pair of cracked goggles. I guess this time my annoying habit of stopping to find cool stuff came in use because you were not very far from the goggles." Zoeya explained and throughout the story she exaggerated a bunch with her hands and face expressions. It does explain a little why I feel like shit but it doesn't explain why I'm here.
I spoke up, "So, why didn't you just take me to the hospital?" My voice felt raw and scratched up like I was screaming all last night.
"Well, even if I wanted to I couldn't." My eyebrows raise and beckon for her to explain. "I was on a motorcycle with someone else." My lip's curl into an "oh".
"So, anyways, I'd glad to have you over stay as long you would like!" The ginger said with a sassy wink. "And I'm making breakfast too! Would you like anything specific?" I shake my head.
"Jebers! You're a quiet one, yeah?" She asked as she swayed into the living room and towards the kitchen. And the lack of a response was her answer.
Zoeya was a non-stop chatterbox and talked my weary ears off as she began to whip up something. My eyelids felt like large gold slabs were placed in my eyelids as I half-tried to listen and sleep. I was slowly falling unconscious as time was passing excruciatingly slow. The welcoming tendrils of sleep almost incased me but the sounds of barking makes me groggily blink open my eyes.
The once quiet atmosphere suddenly gets very loud with the overlapping sounds of talking, shouting, and an animal's annoyed cry. I felt the poor animal's pain.
I heard the grunts and angry tone of someone trying to drag something toward the parlor.
"Come on, Teep!" A majestically smooth but firm voice yelled. "You got to go outside; your not pulling that stunt again!" My head pounds but my heart starts to pound along with it. That voice sounds so silky, like butter on bread. It's a rare sort of voice that makes me want to hear the person behind it moan my name and hit those perfect notes of his.
I let out a grunt of frustration. I'm in the midst of a terrible hangover and the start of a cold. And now, to top the sunday with a cherry; I'm horny.
Wonderful.
I flinch harshly as I sense someone roughly push against the couch. I open my mouth to say something but man sighs in defeat and sits on top of the sofa.
Oh my god, he's hot and wicked tall.
"Hey Rythian, you're finally up!" Zoeya turns briefly around to wave to the man. The name adds angry butterflies to my stomach.
He twists around to reply but his mouth hangs open as his eyes drift down to meet my blank look. Those rusty gears in my head churn but unlike last time, the sound rings sharper.
It feels like forever has passed by before he uttered very quietly, "Hello there."
I want to scream and thrash and just completely fucking lose it. I want to snap Rythian's neck, and then, my own. His very presence just made me want to fucking lose it.
My mouth got a whole lot dryer and my tongue felt too large to move.
I could say something intelligent and impress the man but I instead I just lay here and stare at him pitifully. Rythian frowns at my pleading stare and slips off the top of the couch with ease. I shamefully watch his hips sway as he strolls toward the kitchen.
"Yes, I'm up, I'm up. What are you making?" He inquired quietly but his tone was a lot more soft to the red head. He casually leaned against the counter with his back towards me.
I turn my head back and glue my line of sight to the ceiling. Memories from the party last night start to ooze in my head. Is that the guy I ran from? But he's just stranger. So, why does my heart tell me otherwise?
"Lalna here, our guest, isn't much of a morning person so I didn't know what to make. I'm just basically throwing stuff together!" Zoeya blustered with that certain special exaggeration she possessed. Rythian kept his focus mainly on Zoeya but flicked a glance to me when she mentioned my name.
My head, being full of reason and equations, trys to make sense of my emotions I'm currently feeling. I just can't stop staring at him. Every time he looks my way, I feel my face grow hot and I lower my gaze.
I can't look him in his eyes because his one bright blue clearly makes us both uncomfortable. That shade of blue reminds me of my own…
Wait. How did I know the guy was feeling nervous about me? I'm always pretty bad at reading the atmosphere with friends, let alone strangers. But he… Rythian doesn't feel like a friend. He doesn't give off that friendly and secure aura of liking to me.
I don't think he's fond of me; him, and his huge ass Great Dane. The Great Dane or Teep, was forgotten about by his owner and instead intended to bother me. Teep sniffs at me with mild curiosity and interest. The dog quickly decides it doesn't like me and stalks away, growling the entire walk over to Rythian's chair.
Zoeya swings over to the dog and gives him a reassuring pat. She swings back up and dances around to the cabinets to fish out a bottle of loose, rattling, substance. At the sound of the oven's satisfied click, Zoeya grins cheekily and spun around in her mushroom jumper to greet the machine. The bottle of what I can assume is pills drops into her pocket. With a chipper twist of her body, she disappeared out of view and back in, but this time sporting an oven mitt clutching a tray of toast.
"Toast is ready!" Zoeya bellowed and wafted over to fetch out breakfest utensils. I groggily shift at the sound of her exclamation. My feet heave to the sleek floor and flings me up. The unexpected change in motion cause's my head to spin and stomach to flip. My balance starts to quiver and I almost fall back. I try and fail to reign myself as I crumple back onto the sofa. Rythian snorts in amusement as he watched me scramble around.
I flush uneasily as his attention and at my embarrassment. "Lalna dude, just stay there, let me bring the food over to you!" Zoeya skips over past Rythian balancing plates of food carefully. Zoeya gracefully hands me my food and flops beside me.
"Wait Zoeya, do you really have to eat in the living room?" Rythian hissed through his teeth. "The furniture is brand new!"
Zoeya brushes away Rythian with her dainty hand. "Stop nagging Ryth, get in the kitchen and make me a sandwich will you?" The woman sang humorously. I couldn't help but murmur a breathy chuckle but quickly covered it up with a cough as the man's dangerous glare.
Rythian, clearly, was fuming at the insult and gave a thunderous huff. But he managed to at least, somewhat look calm as he collected his own plate and wondered over. Instead of joining his flatmate and I, he dropped to the lonely velvet seat in the corner.
"Don't get all grumpy about it Ryth, I was just kidding. If anything, I'm the one who makes sandwiches because you never take care of yourself." Zoeya pestered.
"I don't take care of myself?" Rythian scoffed back. "You're talking to the man of the house, the one who holds a steady job and pays the bills?"
"Steady job? You get fired more often than I have in the past 6 years." Zoeya accused back with a fork pointing in his direction.
"That's bull Proasheck, I only got fired a couple of times and that's because they were terrible jobs and I didn't have it in me to quit!" Rythian rumbled back.
I turned my attention away from the bickering friends and toward my plate of food. The warmth radiated off the toast and the smell of cooked apples made me realize I was quite hungry. I licked my lips and picked it up in delight. It was hot but tolerable as I tore a bite into the pastry. It was crunchy but quickly melted in my mouth with the addition of sickly sweet candied peaches and cream. It was like a very odd version of French toast.
Zoeya raised her brows as I gobbled down a couple more large bites. I quizzically looked back at her. She gestured with her fork in a flick of a wrist.
Oh.
The heat flooded my face again but instead Zoeya gave a wry chuckle and dropped her fork with a clang on the plate. She ravished her creation with a flurry of fingers and noisy bites. I joined her in our messy and childish way of eating.
Rythian shot both of us a look of disgust and shook his head.
"So," Zoeya started conversationally while licking her small fingers of food. "Where do you live Lalna?"
"Uh… The apartment complex down route ninety-one? You know near the tube system?" I answered, unsure.
"Do you not remember where you live Lalna?" Rythian laughed mockingly as he acknowledged my name for the first time. Zoeya delivered a hard look to her friend and he cut off quickly.
"I do know where that is." Zoey replied kindly. "Enderderp do us a gentlemanly favor and fetch me a glass of chocolate milk and Lalna a…?"
"Water. Please."
"Yeah that." Rythian begrudgingly got up and stalked back into the kitchen.
"Anyways, as much as I'd like to go bother you at your flat I have places to be, so is it cool if the Man in Black takes you?" Zoeya asked with a touch of her usual, weird humor.
"Uh yeah sure that's cool, yes." I stammered back in reply. The sweet taste of sugar in my mouth went sour as realization sunk into me. I'm going to be with him alone.
I physically flinch at my own thoughts and suddenly don't feel hungry anymore. I place my half finished piece of toast back on my plate and set it to the side. Zoeya does similar but instead stretches out on the cat like a cat would after it woke up from a nap. Her leg brushed my chest but I disregarded it. She cradled her head into her palm as she leaned against the armrest. Zoeya poked me occasionally with her toe. I looked at her, expecting her to say something in return.
Her dimples show through her cocky smile in a sense of acknowledgement. It's not a rude or suggestive gesture but it makes me feel a slight sense of uneasiness
Rythian arrived back with a mug of milk decorated with a unicorn holding a cup of tea and a tall glass of water. The large man hands Zoeya's requested beverage to her. She props her head up and gratefully accepts the mug. Rythian ruffles his large hand through her bright candy red hair. Dark brown skin and bright ginger hair contrasts as he runs his long, skinny digits through her hair. Zoeya takes a long sip of milk and swats Rythian away.
Slightly disappointed, Rythian steps over to me and briskly swings the glass in front of my eyes. I peer up and meet his hurt eyes. In his eyes, splinters of radioactive green contrasts amethyst pits of sky blue. It makes me cringe at the pure beauty of it. I stop ogling his irises and shyly take the glass he's offering me. He briefly stands in front of me and bites his lip. It's slightly cute. It looks like he's going to say something nice but his angled jaw hardens before he can say anything.
The tension was quickly broken when Zoeya asked, "Oh right, Lalna would you like some Advil for your headache? Don't worry! There's no prescription necessary!"
I look at her with a half-hearted looked of confusion. "How did you know I had…. Nevermind, uh sure…" She fishes out that bottle of forgotten pills. The woman cracks her head around to meet my eyes. Zoeya swirls the top off and pops out a couple of capsules. Zoeya offers the capsules and I hesitantly take the red pills.
I knock back my head and let the pills fall down into my mouth and be washed down by stream of water. I roll my head back up again and wait for the effects to roll in.
"So when do you plan to leave?" Rythian mumbles angling his head so he can't meet my gaze.
"Jeez Rythian don't have to be rude" Zoeya clicked her tongue to the roof of her mouth and shook her head. Rythian creeps away from me and swiftly turns around and races off to god-knows-where.
"He's not usually like this, I suppose?" Zoeya gives a little shrug to my statement.
The slightly insane woman gives a quiet snort. "He's a very cold and aloof guy but when you get to know him…"
"He's the life of the party?"
"Something like that…" Zoeya's face contorts briefly into an unsettling expression.
I switch the topic quickly after I feel it's not a safe place to tread. "So… Uh, do you have my goggles by any chance?"
"Oh! Yes! Yes a matter a fact I do!" Zoeya snaps her head around to look at me and hops up into the air like a bird soaring up for flight. She rushes down the hallway behind me to find my precious goggles. It actually bothers me that I managed to lose them. Even in my drunk tirade, I should still have the sense to keep my precious goggles in tow.
I pressed the glass firmly to my dry lips in cold anger and took a quick swig from it before harshly slamming it down on the plush cushion next to me. Cool water sloshed out the side and dribbled down to meet my hand.
I couldn't begin to understand why I felt my temper rising and my lip is clenched between my teeth in frustration.
Couple moments after, I hear the skidding of someone sliding down the polished wood flooring and scrambling toward me. Damn, she's fast.
She scampered to the parlor and her roommate steadily followed behind. It's funny how in sync the two unlikely duo are. One comes out, the other follows. Rythian acts like a firm but love stricken teacher while Zoeya, completely oblivious to the man's affections, goes through life at her own pace. It'd almost be cute. The sad thing is, it makes me chuckle as much as it makes me insanely jealous.
Zoeya smoothly rolls over the headrest and flops beside me not so gracefully. She offers the cracked goggles with confident hands. I feel my temper flare again and coldly pluck the goggles out of her welcoming grasp.
Her freckled face looks a bit taken back but she doesn't show any hurt or annoyance. Rythian instead, gives me a look of anger and discomfort as he slips on his dark leather jacket and jet black boots. My hand twitches violently and in order to avoid spilling the glass's contents I have to set it on the floor in front of me. Those drugs really should kick in about now.
Zoeya untwists her body and sits upright and asked with a breezy tone, "If you're leaving already boys, I'd like to point out that there's spare helmets in the hall closet. And Lalna, your shoes are down by the door." Rythian nodded patiently and went to fetch the helmets.
I gave Zoeya a forced smile. "Thank you for taking me in. I really, really do appreciate it."
Unlike my fake smile she gives me a true, toothy grin that sends a happy shiver down my arm. "It was our pleasure and you can return to us anytime if you decide to get drunk!"
"Uh, if you don't mind me you asking what's his… What's your and Rythian's numbers?"
"Oh yeah! Want our cell phones or homephones?"
"Uh, cellphones would be nice.."
Zoeya stuffed her arm down in between the sofa cushions and fished out a royal blue pen.
"Mind if I write it on your arm?" Zoeya questioned while pealing away at the unknown sticky substances and dust on the pen.
"That'd be alright."
"Here ya go!" She leans over and clasps my arm gently as she rolls up my sleeve. I sense her wispy red hair tickling my skin as her head hangs over me. Her handwriting is large and blocky as she carefully scribbles digits on my prickly arm.
Zoeya snaps back up and caps the pen gingerly before throwing it onto the floor.
I give a polite nod in her direction and I stand up briskly. My feet lead me over a short distance towards the door. I squat down near the doorway and hastily grab toward my converses and slip them on. My head snaps around to greet Teep growling at me from underneath the counter. I sneer at the animal and crack my head around so I can properly stand up.
I pull my line of sight toward the parlor where Zoeya lays comfortable. Rythian drifts into the view and bends over to whisper something in her ear. Zoeya's face erupts in a pink blush that dusts her button cute face. She gives a cheeky grin in return and in a firm but not harsh at all manner, waved Rythian off.
Rythian gave a small but confident smirk and turned around on his heels to face me. He looks me up and down. I mentally facepalm as I remember that I probably look like a god-awful mess. I try to smooth down my unruly blonde hair and fidget with the straps on my goggle as Rythian walks over here and steps forward to unlock the door. His skilled and nimble fingers quickly unlatchs the door. I bet those long digits of his could work wonders…
Rythian curled his hand into a fist and opens the door for me. Before I can step outside in the cold morning air. He abruptly stops me. His long bony arm is outstretched and his hand is gripping at rainbow helmet… Is he offering it to me? I look at him, confused.
"It's that or nothing." I bite my lip and feel myself grow hot. I unsteadily accept the colorful helmet with a slight frown. I guess it makes sense. Rythian's badass outfit wouldn't fit with the sparkly helmet he handed me.
I keep my eyes on his leather jacket as I follow him out his quaint shared apartment. The back of his jacket is adored with fake scratches adored with white fuzz. His collar is long and jagged, almost like a clown took his choker and almost ripped it to shreds. Cerulean blue jeans laced with purple designs caught my eye as the pair of legs wearing them turned sharply once at the bottom of the stairs. Those jeans really hung against Rythian's legs and brought out some features that previously went unnoticed.
Rythian disappeared around the corners of bushes that made up most of the small front yard. I turned around to face the flat and realized it was actually very large and spacey. Instead of the buildings being stacked up on one another like a child's block castle, the houses are connected from back to back. What an odd choice of architecture.
My ear's follows the sound of wheels being guided across the pavement, as I turned away from the flat complex. The neutral expression on my face quickly twists into a mixture of being highly impressed and shocked.
The motorcycle he owned… It was fucking princess styled.
I tug on my lip with my teeth in order not to burst in laughter but a few bouts of snickers that I let loose ring loud enough to meet Rythian's line of hearing.
He patted the motorcycle as if he was comforting it and snapped his head around to give me an annoyed glare.
"So… Where did you get…" I completely lost it and doubled over in teary amusement.
Rythian bristled in both embarrassment and anger as he turned to face me quivering in childish giggles.
"This, is not mine. It's a friend's. And you better shut up about it because this is the only thing we got right now."
"Is it uh.. Sailor Moon themed? How did he even get this?" My laughing subsided and I took the cracked goggles out of my pocket. I slipped them on my fluffy blonde mass of curls and fastened it over my eyes.
Rythian scoffed at me and put on his much cooler but unfitting shiny black helmet.
"It's Madoka Magica themed. Only seven of these were ever made." I delivered a final snort of understanding and gave an unsure look to the rainbow helmet I was grasping in my sweaty right hand. With a huff and a couple of tugs I got the colorful helmet on.
Rythian slipped a key out of his classy leather jacket and ignited the engine.
He gave me a sideways glance expectantly.
My cocky nature slowly ebbed away as my eyebrows rose in confusion.
"Well…?"
"Uh… So what do I.. Do I just..?"
"You sit your ass down and hang on for dear life."
I gulp in realization and laugh uneasily. My feet draw up close to the vehicle and then shakily hop onto it. It groans awkwardly at my added weight. Rythian gives me a satisfied glance and mutters something along the lines of "that didn't sound good". I start to grow insecure and hot.
I really need to go on that diet that Nano's been doing lately.
"Since this is your first time I'll let you… Use me to steady yourself okay?" Rythian muttered quietly and revs the engine to start it up. Soon enough we are rolling around moderately slow down his street. I really don't want to but with great hesitation, I gently wrap my arm around his waist. I was boosted slightly above him so I lean awkwardly into his back.
"Jesus we're not even going beyond twenty five miles." Rythian grunts but doesn't lay down another comment.
Soon enough we bounce down the highway and fly past urban areas. Lemme tell you, being on a motorcycle is an alien and terrifying experience. Wind rips at your hair and tear's at your unexposed skin. Unfortunately, my thin cotton lab coat and flimsy gloves don't offer much protection. I swear, I'm going to fucking freeze my balls off, god.
Instinctively, I press closer into the man driving and smoothly draw back in embarrassment. Either he doesn't care or he doesn't notice this. Or he's just biting back from hitting me in order to be polite and not crash. I feel light headed and seriously in need of a warm beverage. Coffee, preferably. Strong, black coffee. Livid Coffee.
I put on a brave face and dive back against Rythian, this time I rest my head on his back. I'm sure this will be his final straw but he must really be used to this to not care.
Heat seeps into my previously exposed sides and loops back around to radiate back into Rythian. Despite the high speed we're riding at and the already chilly mid morning, I still manage to feel like I'm stuck in a furnace.
The warmth from my insides and out is making me melt into a puddle.
Some say this is what love would feel like if it had a physical response. But something pounding against my temple tells me this is love. What a fucked up feeling it is.
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A/N
Hello dear readers! Thank you for joining me for chapter two of Tint! Looks like we're slightly dancing around the idea of mixed up love here. To be honest, I don't know what I want to do with this story. So I'm open to any ideas or suggestions. But I'm going to remind you all, this takes very long to write. So don't expect a weekly update. I have other projects in mind but for right now this is my main focus.
Also, can you spot some of the refences in this fic? Give it a go. Its actually pretty hard if you're not very active in the yogscast fandom. I refenced idlepace's "No Prescription Necessary" fanfic and "You Ain't Nobody 'Till Someday Hates you" by WispQueen. Can you catch any other popular refences? No? Well then see you next time! I plan on coming out with chapter three at the begging of March!