forum One-On-One (Closed)

Started October 24, 2018 by @Imperfect_Autumn group

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(thanks uwu, I appreciate it)

"Hey!" Barry indignantly straightened up, leaning forward to flick her back. "Thou shalt not flicketh the foreheadeth."

"That was horrible archaic grammar," Kasey teased as she cleaned up the cards. The late time seemed to be making her a bit looser than usual, and she would soon be bordering loopy.

"Was thou thereth at the timeth of shakespeareth??", he demanded dramatically, leaning forward.

"No, but I know enough about it that I can tell you're butchering it," Kasey laughed, standing to put the cards away.

Barry huffed playfully, leaning back. “Thou hast hurteth me greatly. Thou must noweth maketh it upeth to me.”

"Oh my word… Stop it, you're making my ears bleed," Kasey teased as she set the cards on their shelf and made her way back over.

“Thou musteth make iteth up to me-eth!”, he insisted, enjoying her attention.

"All right, all right!" Kasey laughed, sitting down across from him again. "Anything to make you stop."

Barry grinned. “Chocolate. Unlimited chocolate.” He began to count off on his fingers. “One day where you’ll let me completely geek out to you. We can go to the library.” His heart was beginning to race. A kiss. he didn’t say it aloud.

(Internally debating if she should have heard that thought or not. Lol.)

"What? No. Not unlimited chocolate. I can barely buy enough for myself on my budget," Kasey argued, shaking her head.

Lol. It’d make for tension TM if she did, good for plot)

Barry sighed dramatically. “Woe is me.”

(Yeah… Whelp, it's too late, now… Unless he does it again, of course.)

"Ah, yes. The sorrows of not having chocolate," Kasey chuckled. "Something every girl experiences basically every day."

You know what I experience every day? The sorrow of being too scared to ask you out., he chuckled to himself. “Hey, guys too. I dream of chocolate every day…” he made a dreamy face.
(My writing really crappy today sorry again)

Kasey caught clips of his thoughts, and she blushed.

"Oh? Interesting," she mumbled distractedly.

(Happy Halloween!!)

Interesting? Why is she blushing? Barry raised his eyebrows. “What’s wrong?”

(To you, too! I don't actually celebrate it…)

"What? Oh, nothing," Kasey assured him quickly. Maybe a little too quickly…

(Oof sorry)

Barry frowned again. He’d been lying his whole life, he knew eek an answer was too quick or too slow. He didn’t press though, just lay down on his blanket. “You tired or do still want to something?”

(Lol. It's okay.)

"Um… I think we should go to sleep," Kasey answered quietly, standing from her place across from him. Mostly because my blockings are started to go down due to the lateness, and I can hear more of your thoughts than I should…

“Sure.” A terrifying thought occurred to him. Sh*t she’s a telepath. Dammit dammit dammit. “are.. are you okay.”

"I'm fine. Just have to get up early, ya know?" Kasey said with a shrug, sitting on the edge of her bed and looking at her lap with a light blush.

Barry didn’t believe her for a second, but he let it go. Leaning over, he switched off her lamp. “Guess we should sleep then.”

"Good night, Barry," Kasey whispered as she laid down on her side.

“Night, Kase.”, he mumbled, curling up and looking up at her in the dark.

(Skip?)

Kasey hummed in acknowledgement, closing her eyes. She soon drifted off to sleep, dreams fading in and out of her mind.

Sure, to the morning?)

Sorry I was at a party)
Sure I can)

Barry rolled over onto his back and stared at the dim ceiling, taking care nkt to wake Kasey. He didn’t know what time it was, only that he’d fallen asleep at around three, woken up at four, and hadn’t been able to sleep again. At some point during the night he’d given up and pulled out his phone and ebook, but now he was just lying there, wide awake, straining to see the details of the room through the dim light of the rising sun. He hoped that Kasey’s telepathy did not extend to dreams.

He’d dreamed of her again. The girl with the hair as black as pitch, the eyes like twin eclipses, the huge, sturdy crows wings, the broken spirit. Scars marred her limbs and face, he had some of his own to match from when things had gotten particularly bad, but nothing to even compare to hers. In the dream, she’d slid a ring off her finger and pressed it into his hand, dissolving into smoke before he could say goodbye.

Barry now fingered the same ring, hanging from a cord around his neck, lost in memory and regret.

(It's all good, no worries!
Also, SAD!)

Kasey's alarm went off at six o'clock that morning, and she groaned and rolled over to slap it off. She say up quickly with a gasp of pain and shock, having rolled into the side where she had gotten tattooed.

She shut her alarm off and gently rubbed at her side. Looking at the floor, she saw Barry fingering the ring he always wore, and she once again wondered what the story was behind it.

"Morning, Bare," she greeted him gently.

Oof yeah)

Barry’s eyes, which had been slowly closing, flew open when he heard a gasp of pain. “Kasey?? Are you okay?? And good morning.” He rubbed his eyes tiredly, giving her a concerned once over. “Are you hurt??”

"I'm fine, don't worry. Just surprised myself is all," Kasey assured him as she reached over to turn on her lamp.