nobilityoftheearlgrey:

earlgreywithcomplaints:

nobilityoftheearlgrey said: *and there’s vincent in his own tailored suit, leaning by his car and grinning at the older man.* just like a noble. *he takes one more look at him and stands up straight, opening the car door for him.* it’s a bit of a ride going there.

A proper pauper in a prince’s outfit.  -Earl shakes his head and slips into the car-  I don’t mind a ride.  I can just pick your mind while on the road.  Thank you by the way.

*And he slips into the driver’s seat, strapping on the seatbelt and starts the car.* 

Well I can say I really did pick the best suit for you. And no thank-yous, please. It’s really better that I had someone to come with here who can actually ride on with the conversations of the people there.

-Oh yea.  Seat belt.  Lets just make sure it’s nice and tight-

-Smirks-  You have quite the talent, don’t you?  Hm?  I was talking about opening the door for me like a gentleman, but that’s good to keep in mind for the future.  You don’t find these events interesting?  What do you do there, other than mingle?

ask-fem-philippinas:

"Well now I definitely know you need a break" she smiled

"What do you have in mind for this break then?"

(Source: earlgreywithcomplaints)

Story Book AU

lavendercurrents:

earlgreywithcomplaints:

Earl let her slip out of his grip, his arm falling as he watched her slip over to the couch.  He really didn’t know what to say, so he watched her for a moment, wondering if he should start to clean or attempt to comfort her again.  Would that be rude?  Maybe if he made her tea?  She ate all the ice cream he got for her yesterday.

When she started speaking, Earl might have jumped a tad in surprise.  ”Talk about something else?”  He walked over to the back of the couch, leaning on it as he looked down on her.  She didn’t have to face him and he could at least rest while they… talked about whatever she wanted he supposed.

"I’m quite good at bullshitting my way through a conversation.  What would you like to talk about?  Politics?  Beliefs?  Philosophy?"

She remained eyeing the arm of the couch, and took a few deep breaths. In, and out. In, and out.
Lifting her head, she blinked a few times, trying to clear her eyes of tears.

When she noticed he was right behind her on the couch, she tensed as though she was startled. 
"… Mm," she paused before speaking, trying to control the crack in her voice.

"Bullshit? Seriously? No, just…" Letting out a heavy sigh, she looked at the room around her. The silence felt like a minute, and she pressed her lips together. "What do you do when you’re feeling blue?"

"How do you think I got through college?"  

Reaching out, he grabbed a tissue from a box nearby and handed it to her.  At least she can clean her eyes up if she wished.  

"What do I…?"  Earl was quite for a moment.  "It… depends on where this down mood is coming from.  My best bet was always to just write.  Get lost in my own world of my creation.  That or walk, talk to others, have sex, lose myself in something other than my problem.  I try to avoid drinking for… certain reasons if I can."

"What I do might not work for you."

nobilityoftheearlgrey said: *and there’s vincent in his own tailored suit, leaning by his car and grinning at the older man.* just like a noble. *he takes one more look at him and stands up straight, opening the car door for him.* it’s a bit of a ride going there.

A proper pauper in a prince’s outfit.  -Earl shakes his head and slips into the car-  I don’t mind a ride.  I can just pick your mind while on the road.  Thank you by the way.

[Text] It's already 5 pm. If you're ready I'm right outside your building.
nobilityoftheearlgrey

-Earl doesn’t even bother to answer the text.  He just simply slips out the door to the apartment complex.  He’s in his very best suit, his only suit really, and he’s done his best to make it look almost decent on him.  It still fits, like he said, though it looks like he should take better care of his health-

-Flashing the other a smile he did a small bow-  Is this acceptable?

ravenshadows08:

earlgreywithcomplaints:

ravenshadows08:

"…." She stared away fuming a little. It wasn’t good reason, but his refusal for help had set her off. Felling a bit more like a personal jab than it normally would. Considering he’s refused before.

She gave off a long sigh attempting to douse the coals. “No….. I’m sorry. It just sometimes feels like you never want my help. I get it when it comes to your writing. Its your job. Your cross to bare. I just haven’t been all that well. So it was just enough build up to cause me to snap.”

"It’s not a cross to carry on my bleeding back."  Earl said, his voice growing stern, his defenses rising.  It was one thing to imply he never asked for help (and he never did unless it was deadly serious and even then…), but to assume his writing was… was a sacrifice?!

 ”It’s a joy, it’s a relief, and it’s my life.  Of course there’s going to be bumps and blocks in the road but this is not just a job.”  He leveled a gaze at her.  ”It’s the only thing that keeps me sane.”  He kept his gaze on her for a moment longer before letting off a sigh and most of his tension.  Seemed his mood was feeding off of hers

"I apologize for making you snap.  Not my intention.  You have to realize, though, that…  Some things can’t be forced."

"Alright! So I worded it wrong!" She whipped right back at him. Her eyes boring into him as the fires flared up again. "You said you had to work through it on your own. I was going off that, to say that sometimes you don’t always get to do something you enjoy. So it ends up feeling like work, you put it off or get stuck. And it becomes stress as the deadline draws near. And that weighs on your shoulders." She hissed.

She shook a little her breathing hard and deep, her knuckles cracked as her hands bawled into tights fists. Her gaze hard and unbroken. A faint hint of moisture welling up. “I’m not trying to force anything on you. I just want to make things easier if I can.” 

Earl’s lips drew thin, but he didn’t talk.  He seemed to be holding himself back for a moment, but it passed.  He forced his shoulders to relax, take deep breaths.  Andrea wasn’t really in the best of moods right now.  It wouldn’t help if he became indignant and snapped back over the intentions of her words.

Shit, was she staring to cry?  More deep breaths.  He still didn’t quite understand what he did wrong, but he could try and fix this mess at least.

"Nothing is being forced and you’re already made things easier by befriending me."  He waved his hand in a small gesture. "It’s not like this hasn’t happened before to me.  I need to figure this out."

((Night homies))

fromthirteencolonies:

earlgreywithcomplaints:

I suppose that’s true.

-Earl watches him quietly, putting the letter in a small envelope, labeling it, and then setting it into a box where there were obviously other letters inside.  He couldn’t see who it was to, but it didn’t matter really.  It seemed… a little anticlimactic to be honest.  And a bit sad, though Earl got over that feeling quickly-

That’s certainly one way to do it, though I’m surprised you stressed so much over your own thoughts.  Are they not suppose to be a bit chaotic?  Still, I’m glad you’re able to do what you wanted to do.

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…  I was just curious.  -Snapping his notebook shut, he stands-  That and it’s hard to see another suffer.

I guess so? I like to sound at least a little less chaotic in the stuff I write down. Besides who really likes reading stuff that’s all over the place, am I right? I think it’s best to make it clear and easy to read.

-he puts the box back up on the shelf, collects the remaining paper on the table into a neat pile, and picks up the crumpled up paper and the “notes” he’d written down to go toss them out as there’s really no need for them anymore-

Y’know, it’s funny to hear you say that. Weren’t you the one who was talking all about torture ideas a while ago?

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It just depends on how much work you want to put into it.  And how raw you want to leave it.  Not to mention the audience but then we’re just picking at details then.

-Earl stretches his back, briefly wondering why the other was throwing everything out.  After all, some of those might be interesting or…  He had to remember not everyone thought like him-

Hm?  Do you think I have no empathy?  -Smirks-  Besides, can’t I flirt with both extremes?  Nothing wrong with a little torture coupled with sympathy.

nobilityoftheearlgrey:

earlgreywithcomplaints:

-Earl runs on New York time-

[Text]  No you didn’t really disturb me.  I just h

[Text]  Sorry.  I was just in the middle of fighting a block.  Perfect time to panic and prepare for something I’ve never done before.

[Text] Oh dear. There’s still plenty of time left don’t worry.

[Text] It’s 3 am here there’s more than enough time to be prepared, love.

[Text] I was just reminding you.

[Text]  Of course, of course.

[Text]  I knew that.

[Text] Do I need to bring anything other than myself in a suit?

jersmers:

earlgreywithcomplaints:

I wish.  -Smirks-

I’ve read quite a few.  Some I could only read halfway through, if you really wish to know.  Like I said before, you’re free to take a few if you wish.

How have you been?

-Snorts- Maybe you should get an aisle for yourself.

Thank you. I might aim for the… Got any romance novels? -Carefully looking through them-
I’ll take no more than two. I doubt I’ll be able to fully get through them, either. -Laughs- I’m a binge reader.

I’ve been alright. -Glances aside, nodding slowly- Yourself?

Again, I wish. However, it’s better the library takes care of things.  Share the wealth and all that.

… Plenty~  -Earl shuffles through the piles before taking out a few, talking without really thinking-  These have your standard romance, but this one has an excellent story.  And this… well do you like homosexual romance?  Not a bad plot.

…   Well then…   That’s sad.  -He looks really apologetic-

Just alright?  Seems a bit more than that.

nobilityoftheearlgrey:

earlgreywithcomplaints:

nobilityoftheearlgrey said: [text] the party is tonight i hope you’re preparing.

-Shit-

-Fuckingshit-

[Text]  Now I am.  I might… have forgotten.

-The party was tonight?!-

*Well it’s the 30th in London already.*

[Text] Oh dear then go on then. But it doesn’t really take a lot of time to prepare.

[Text] And sorry if I did disturb you in things.

-Earl runs on New York time-

[Text]  No you didn’t really disturb me.  I just h

[Text]  Sorry.  I was just in the middle of fighting a block.  Perfect time to panic and prepare for something I’ve never done before.

jersmers:

earlgreywithcomplaints:

You’re free to take a few… except the ones from the library.

-Earl watches her as she checks out the nearest book, her actions much more interesting than a blank page-  You tend to collect them, especially when you stay in one place.

… Do you own the library? -Frowns-

-And then promptly changes it to a smile, as if her attitude was playful-
Hm… How many of them have you actually read? -She smiled sweetly, simply curious-

I wish.  -Smirks-

I’ve read quite a few.  Some I could only read halfway through, if you really wish to know.  Like I said before, you’re free to take a few if you wish.

How have you been?

fromthirteencolonies:

earlgreywithcomplaints:

-Earl gives a quick nod-  It won’t kill you.

-Earl watches Alfred for a few minutes before finding a small spot to sit and pull out his own notebook.  He wasn’t dismissed so why not stick around to see if his advice was of any use-

-Alfred can cover them up all he wants.  Earl knows this is something he shouldn’t stick his nose in without permission, curious as he was.  He’ll keep his eyes on his own notebook and the small doodles he’s doing in them with the sounds of grunts and grumbles filling the silence-

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-Doodles soon turn to shitty poetry which turns to death threats which turns to a to do list of how to complete a perfect murder.  It’s a while before finally Alfred sets down his own pen-

-Finally, movement.  Earl looks up, tilting his head-  If it’s sincere, I’m sure it will reach the other.

Maybe. Maybe not. Can’t really know for sure.

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-he goes to the closet where he pulls a box of envelopes out of a shelf full of clutter- -after pulling one out he gently puts the letter inside, seals it up, replaces the box back on the shelf, and goes back to the table to label it properly-

But it really doesn’t matter one way or the other. I feel a little better now that I got my thoughts out properly, which was the whole point of writing that letter. I had too much on my mind and I just needed to let it all out.

-once the letter is properly addressed he…takes it over to the nearby shelf, where he pulls a little antique metal letter box off from the highest shelf and puts the letter inside among a number of other, older letters-

I’m kind of surprised that you didn’t get bored and leave. I did take a while to write that, after all.

I suppose that’s true.

-Earl watches him quietly, putting the letter in a small envelope, labeling it, and then setting it into a box where there were obviously other letters inside.  He couldn’t see who it was to, but it didn’t matter really.  It seemed… a little anticlimactic to be honest.  And a bit sad, though Earl got over that feeling quickly-

That’s certainly one way to do it, though I’m surprised you stressed so much over your own thoughts.  Are they not suppose to be a bit chaotic?  Still, I’m glad you’re able to do what you wanted to do.

…  I was just curious.  -Snapping his notebook shut, he stands-  That and it’s hard to see another suffer.

fortroughs said: are you okay earl.

No I am not.  I have a writer’s block and I’m having quite a hard time breaking it.  -Plain and simple-

jersmers:

earlgreywithcomplaints:

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-It’s probably safe to say someone is still trying to crush his block-

… Mind if I took a few off your hands?

-She cracks one open, resting it on her arm as she traces her finger down a page- You have so many.

You’re free to take a few… except the ones from the library.

-Earl watches her as she checks out the nearest book, her actions much more interesting than a blank page-  You tend to collect them, especially when you stay in one place.