forum A Fine Dose of Existential Crises // OxO // closed

Started October 11, 2020 by @LittleRiver local_movies

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_{(I wrote up a reply but it didn’t go through yet again :v this has been happening on … so many threads I’m so sorry)}

“Yeah, just getting ready,” he muttered, tugging at a few strands of loose hair. He looked moderately annoyed by it, but he never cut it or styled it— it kind of just did whatever it wanted, even if that was against Menek’s own desires.
His voice trailed off as his phone buzzed again and he slipped it back out of his pocket, giving a timid smile as it lit up with the unfamiliar number yet again. Although he didn’t bother to reply, just nodding absently as he slipped it back into his coat.
His eyes flickered up to see Ev cradling her guitar, and his smile grew wider.
“Serenade me, my love!” he said teasingly, holding out a hand for nothing in particular. It was true, though— he really did enjoy watching Evelyn play her music.

She grabbed his hand and kissed it. "Love hm?" She then started in on Here Comes The Sun by The Beatles and began to sing softly,growing more confident as she sang out each note,a wide smile on her face as her fingers danced across the strings.

Menek’s eyes visibly brightened as he listened to her sing. His pointed ears twitched lightly, body swaying as he leaned up against the wall in the doorway.
He couldn’t help the slight color brush up to his cheeks, giving his face that pinkish hue he had always hated. But he didn’t bother trying to hide it this time— Ev’s music always brought that sort of fuzzy feeling.
When she finished the song, Menek clapped his hands together exaggeratedly, wooing over the fading melody.
“Absolutely wonderful,” he said, carefully punctuating each syllable. “Although, I’ve always liked Yesterday more. Or Norwegian Wood. Regardless, Here Comes The Sun is still delightful, even if it does remind me of the Bee Movie. Poor film ruined that for me.”

"I'm working on Norwegian Wood just for you." She said with a smile. "You give me too much praise for such a simple song really." She said with a shrug as she began to just work some scales while talking. "Also the Bee Movie is a God send of a movie and a staple of american shit culture. I much prefer the Princess Bride myself. Always will be my favorite movie. Now go on get outta here and get me my free tea! Shooo! Have fun getting soaked." She gave him a light hug and pushed him out the door, tucking the umbrella under his arm and placing the rest of his stuff in his hand. "Need anything gimme a ring." She tapped his nose with her index finger, smiled,and shut the door.

With a sigh, Menek looked back down at his phone.
“Ev, I literally still have twenty minutes left,” he muttered under his breath, knowing full-well she couldn’t hear him anyway. He smiled one last time, shaking his head as he looked up to the shut door again, and walked down the steps. The rain felt wonderful on his icy skin, hands fumbling with the latch on his umbrella before he opened it and slipped the rest of his stuff in his coat pocket.
With one last glance to the apartment, one last roll of his eyes, he began walking down the street to hail a taxi.

Evelyn did manage to finish two songs while he was working, then got tired of playing and so she watched the rain for a while. She then took off the screen on the window and stuck her legs out into the rain,a huge smile on her face as she watched the world. She was truly happy here today. 5 minutes before he got home she stuck some toast in the toaster, microwaved a blood packet to help him get some sleep, and crawled into her bed, waiting to hear him come home. She always enjoyed listening to him come home,knowing he was safe. She had been in love with him for a long time but that was something she'd never show.

Menek arrived back much later than normal— around nine— and even then, there were two voices. One was very much feminine and held sort of a teasing air that Menek never really picked up on. Still, as the two stood on the steps to the apartment, he found himself smiling much more than he had in a long while.
The woman was shorter than him by a few inches, her bronze skin dotted with little, hardly noticeable discrepancies of darker pigment. Freckles spanned the bridge of her upturned nose, and comforting brown eyes complimented her waved, dark hair. She was a very lively one, too, with animated movements and notable excitement.
Her name was Olalla— no doubt the person he had been texting, the one he had met the day prior. He had stayed after at Bookmark, as Olalla had helped him close up shop despite her not working there.
With a timid, innocent good-bye, Menek caught her eyes one last time before he stepped back into his apartment. He shut the door quietly, unsure if Ev was asleep or not. He had never understood the sleep cycle of humans.
With swift movements— feeling more lively now that it was dark— Menek slipped Ev’s tea in the fridge to save it for her, then looked over lovingly to the blood packet and toast. He stood there for a moment, smile on his face as he recounted such a… fulfilling day, so to speak.

Evelyn had fallen asleep since he had gotten home late,not that it mattered. She woke up the next morning at around 10 am and checked the fridge. "Ah sweet my tea!" She then got ready for the day, and made herself breakfast,singing happily. ((Btw Evelyn is the jealous type))

_{((Oh wonderful))}

Menek was still asleep on the couch. He hadn’t even made it to his bed before passing out, since he had gotten up so… “early” for work the day prior. He was generally a quiet sleeper, all curled up while hugging one of the couch cushions and looking about as peaceful as a summer afternoon. He twitched at the sound of Evelyn up in the kitchen but stayed sleeping for the most part— pale skin looking even paler in the dim light from the window. It was yet again another rainy day, the sounds of the drops hitting the roof seemingly very relaxing and therapeutic.

Evelyn looked out at the rain and shook her head. "I hope it ends before we go to the fair…" She said to herself quietly while cooking herself pancakes with scrambled eggs and bacon. She then walked over to the couch and kissed his cheek, shaking him. "C'mon pasty, back to your bed. A girl's gotta eat and then I have a show to play today. Get up you dweeb. Back to your room." (Yiiissss and since she's in love with him…)

_{(Honestly Olalla is just here to showcase how absolutely dull this boy is— We all know he loves Ev too but he can’t say because all vampy complication time)}

Menek sputtered awake, black eyes flickering open as he gazed up toward Evelyn. His mouth twitched into a dopey smile as he reached out his hand.
“Heeey,” he said drowsily. “Alright, I’m up, I’m up.”
He grabbed her hand, squeezed it, and let go to push himself up from the couch. He kept the pillow tight in his other hand before realizing it, and setting it back down.
“D’you mind waking me back up at… like… five tonight?” he asked quietly. “I know that’s early for me but I wanna come see your show.”

"Awwww. Sure thing." She booped him and wrapped an arm around his waist,and walked him back to bed,letting him thud into his blankets. "Sleep well, sleeping beauty. I'm gonna go hang with some friends of mine." She kissed his nose with a smile. "You can get lunch yourself I assume. See ya later." And she walked out to the living room to enjoy her day.

Menek stayed put after being plopped onto his bed, curling up with all the fluffy comforters. The bed frame had been constructed out of the same wood of his coffin just a few hundred years prior, so if he were to “die,” he could reconstruct in his apartment instead of underground in some grave somewhere.
His room was a dark, windowless hole he kept extremely neat, and looked nothing like what a vampire would like. He had flags from around the world pinned to his walls, and little trinkets from every era. It was filled with black-lights and string lights around the corners, alighting all of the little objects on his desk with a faint purple light.
Okay, maybe it was a bit vampirish, but it seemed more lively to him.
He mumbled into his pillows as Ev strode out, “Love ya— Be safe— yadda yadda. See you when you get home.”

"I love you too." She called before leaving his room. After breakfast she blasted music in her room and got dressed in black jeans,and a red and white striped sweater,along with some rose earrings and a pair of black boots. "AIGHT IM OUTTA HERE!" And she turned off her music,flung on his big black jacket and grabbed her phone and earbuds,and headed out the door. She returned at 4:30, laughing as there was a gaggle of female voices at the door. "Bye girls! See you at the show!" She then shut the door and took a breath. "Okay. HEY PASTY! Wakey wakey!" She walked into his room and shook him. "C'mon sleepy head. I gotta get changed for the show but,thought I should wake you first. It's still daylight by the way." She then headed into her own room and began to change.

Menek was even more out of it by the time Ev got back, nearly falling out of his bed when she yelled.
“I’M UP, I’M UP,” he said, more startled than irritated. He blinked in the lights in his room, the black lights making him look as if he were glowing.
“Did’ya have fun? Who were you with?” he asked, out of sheer curiosity, as he poked his head through his door. He had lost his shirt sometime when he slept— no windows meant his room got exceedingly hot, especially with the heater on on this colder winter days. He let out a slight shiver, leaning up against his door frame as he grabbed a folded shirt from his nearby dresser.

"Just the usual group! Amanda, who has a neck tattoo now! Shayna and Jenna, those crazy sisters and of course Nani who tried to give me weed. Nearly took it. Oh and some guy hit on me on the bus! Stupid ass fuck boy. So I punched him and he shut the fuck up after that. We hit the mall and got lunch at Chipotle. I got some new clothes and a new cd!" She opened her bedroom door after changing into some black and white checkered overalls,and a bright pink underneath. She also wore some heart fish nets and pins all over the front pocket of the overalls. She sat at her vanity and began to put on makeup. The open door was an open invitation for him to go into her room,which was decorated with posters and a laundry pile right by her closet. She also had a really large stereo system on top of her dresser,and a small bookshelf with various trinkets from family trips and a family photo of all 16 of them,along with Crystal their adoptive mother. And of course her guitar next to her nightstand. Her bed had tons of blankets and stuffed animals. She lived a pretty crazy life. "Oh that reminds me! I'm getting a new tattoo!" She had a omnisexual flag on her right shoulder,and a fox on her lower left calf already. "For my birthday. I'm thinking a pair of vampire fangs dripping blood on my arm or something." She shrugged. "Can't decide."

Menek slipped into her room, sitting on the edge of her bed as he began fumbling with the edged of his shirt, trying to fold it from inside-out. He narrowed his eyes as he did so, single fang poking at his bottom lip as he concentrated.
“New tat, huh?” he asked, glancing up for a moment. “Of course I might be biased, but vampire fangs seems like a good go-to. And hey, maybe I’ll get one with you this time. And I won’t chicken out like last time, I promise.”
With a final exasperated attempt, he slipped his shirt on. It was thin-striped, navy blue and white, and made him look vaguely like a sailor but he still loved it. Torn— by his own device— jeans accompanied it, and a pair of quite colorful socks he had stolen from Ev the day before when he had done his own laundry.
Keke’s hair was a complete mess as well, to no surprise. It fell haphazardly into his own eyes, but it wasn’t anything that couldn’t be tamed by a few meticulous brushes of his hand. His eyes were still tired, but the bags under them had disappeared and he sure looked more composed than before.

Evelyn grabbed her hairbrush and walked over,and began to brush his hair, pulling it back before grabbing a ponytail and pulling it back for him. "If you're gonna be a sailor, might as well own the look. Did you forget I run a punk show-are those MY tyedye socks? I guess they're yours now huh? You have giant ass feet and stretch all of mine out. You ass." She lightly bonked him on the head. "Yeah. I still think you shoulda gotten one…what did you nearly get last time?" She asked as she finished up her makeup and began to put on jewelry which was a simple black choker, and a guitar earring on one ear,a mic in the other. "Hmm…what bracelets to wear…"

Menek let out a soft laugh, kicking out his feet to look at the socks again. “Sorry— I had to do laundry and my feet were hella cold. Well.. I’m kind of always cold but you know what I mean.”
He lifted a hand up, fiddling with his hair and messing with a few strands.
“And I was gonna get a vintage victorian lantern on the side of my neck, when you were trying to convince me to get my hair cut. Might as well do it, this time. What do I have to loose? My hair grows back and my looks stay pretty much the same, so my tattoo will never fade.”
He straightened out his shirt, phone buzzing in his pocket but he paid it no mind. He kept his attention on Ev, smiling lightly as she looked for more jewelry.
He had on a braided leather bracelet of his own, extremely dark in contrast to his skin. He had gotten it about fifteen years prior, from a custom bracelet stand up in New York. It had lost it’s metal charm so long ago, but Keke didn’t care— the leather was still in good shape, as well as the latch.

"Yeah yeah. A tip for that lantern. Get it on a calf or a thigh or a place with a lot of fat. It'll hurt less and heal a bit better." She smiled and kissed his cheek, leaving a lipstick mark. "I think you should get a bat or a coffin or something,you big nerd." She giggled and plopped down next to him as she put on a few rubber bracelets,and ram a hand through her hair before hopping up again and putting on a bright pink skeleton necklace as well, which hung from a dog tag chain. (yes I own this whole outfit yes I look fabulous as fuck.)

_{(hell yea I don’t doubt it— sounds absolutely rad)}

Menek pursed his lips, squinting for a moment. “I… I’m pretty much as chubby as a walking popsicle stick, but alright. What about like… my shoulder?”
He paused briefly, glancing down to the floor. “Y’know, it doesn’t really matter. Unless it’s night, no one will see it anyway. I wear long clothes in summer.”
He gestured down to his shirt, tilting in his head. “This is the first short-sleeve thing I’ve worn in… about a couple months.”
Almost all of his clothes still fit him perfectly, considering Menek wasn’t the kind of person to really … grow a whole lot. So maybe that’s why he still had some clothes from the late 1800’s, with high-necked and long-sleeved shirts and jackets that were almost perfect for ren-fairs, but for literally nothing else.

"I know that you dumbass. We're best friends. I steal all your rennassiance fair gear because it's vintage as fuck and a major flex. You know that. Also hot pink is totally your color." She said as she did some poses in her floor length mirror. "Go change I'm not gonna sing songs to a fucking sailor. A long sleeved band shirt or something. I don't sing sea shanty's. Jesus ya gotta fit the part. Or else you ain't going."

“Yeah, yeah,” he muttered, reluctant to slip off his shirt after he had so painstakingly untangled it from itself. He did so anyway, catching his pale reflection in the mirror for a moment before slipping back into his own room. He passed the window in the hall for a moment, a bright red mark grazing across his skin as the sun seared him instantly. He didn’t mind much, though, considering it had happened too many times to count, and it was through a pane of glass. With the rain easing up and the cloud cover dissipating, the afternoon sun shone with little hinderance.
But the mark disappeared as fast as it had come, and Menek didn’t bother shutting the door as he slipped on another shirt. He let his hair back down, brushing it aside absently as he rummaged for another shirt. He finally settled on a Led Zeppelin shirt, multicolored blue, black, yellow, and red tyedye with the album cover of Presence. Of course, he had always been a bigger fan of Houses of the Holy, but the Presence debut was the only concert of theirs he had actually been too.