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one-armed-canadian

one-armed-canadian:

earlgreywithcomplaints:

Number 16:  Tackling them

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"What the bloody fuck is your problem!  Get off of me NOW!”

"No that I’m a braver man than you… I don’t get it… I mean sure I’m braver in different aspects, but at the same time tiny spiders and beetles send me into a screaming fit. So I’m pretty sure you’re braver than me with that… and in the end I think we all have an equal about of braveness and an equal amount of things the scare us shitless." He licked his ice cream some more and smiled.

"Yeah I plan on teaching art and having that be my support." He smiles and shrugs

Earl gave him a small shrug, rejecting the attempt to bush off his compliment.  ”And there are things that would frighten me that you would probably just buckle down and take care of.  The difference is that spiders and beetles have no real ability to harm you or others… unless you’re in Australia.  Not to mention the risk it takes to face different fears and such.”  Taking another lick, he arched an eyebrow.  ”I’ll keep my opinion, thank you.”

"A professor of some sort or a private instructor?  I’m quite curious about what your art looks like now."

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one-armed-canadian

one-armed-canadian:

earlgreywithcomplaints:

one-armed-canadian:

earlgreywithcomplaints:

Number 16:  Tackling them

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"What the bloody fuck is your problem!  Get off of me NOW!”

He looked at him with a raised eyebrow, “Oh well… I was in the army and… yeah…” He looked at his arm and sighs not really wanting to think about it.

He looked at the other and tried to give him a smile, “But I’m fine now and I get to go to school for free so.”

"Veteran then?  You’re a braver and better man than I could ever be."  Earl is just going to keep it at that.  It’s obvious the other doesn’t want to talk about it.

"That’s always a plus.  Tell me, why did you choose your major?  Have you always been artistically inclined?"

He looked at the other surprised, “Sorry it’s just it always catches me off guard when people say that…”

He took a few more bites of ice cream, “I always have, I just was never sure if I wanted to do it or not… then well it help pull me out of a tough spot.”

"Say what?  An opinion?"  Earl chuckled once more.  "Don’t worry too much about it."

"A tough spot?  Well… really do what you love as long as you can support yourself.  Or make the necessary sacrifices.  I’m sure you’ll be able to do fine."

italianbastard:

earlgreywithcomplaints:

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"Glad to hear!"  Earl replied brightly.  Resisting the urge to drop them on the other’s face, he let him snatch it out of his hands.  

"Useless?  Looks like handwritten letters.  I don’t know the sort of relationship you have with your brother, but I think you should perhaps get him a blog."

"At least he’ll be able to write about his day there."  

"If it involves a computer he’ll break it." Getting mail is nice, he won’t admit out loud. "Er, thanks though, I’ll talk to the post office to fix that" Lovino stuffed the letters away in his back pocket.

"Do you need anything else? Since you were kind enough to bring me these useless letters, I could give you a bottle of wine or some fresh vegetables.” Look at him trying to be nice after being a dick good for him.

"Sounds… lovely."  Earl almost shuttered at the thought.  Still, this was all quite strange to him.  He hoped there wasn’t anything bad between the two, but like he said before, he didn’t know what sort of relationship they had.

Frowning slightly in confusion, Earl gave a small nod.  ”That would be quite kind of you, really.  It’s really not that time consuming to deliver your letters, especially when curiosity leads the way.  There’s no reason to think you wouldn’t have done the same for me.”

"… Speaking of which did you get any letters here for me?"

enigmaticstigma:

I have just always been a somewhat slow learner. Any math outside of simple and money math is very hard for me. I never did well in school.

*Ivan unfolds his glasses and puts them back on to see his paper a little better, then nods a little. He can read most of what he gets through but the little notes are a bit harder for him.*

Do you think you will write any of them long term?

You do what you can.  You have resources that can help you, books, the internet, practice tests, and such.  

-He pulls back the book when Ivan’s done glancing about.  He thumbs the side of it as he lets off a small sigh-

The ideas will always make their way into a story.  I’ve rewrote the some characters in so different ways so many times it’s not even funny.  But each time I write something with a similar plot or element, it’s a little bit better.

Of course they’re not literal repeats but I think you get the picture.

In the end, the saying “practice makes perfect,” though somewhat flawed, is sound advice.

Story Book AU

lavendercurrents:

earlgreywithcomplaints:

"I’ve… had practice."  Time to drastically change the subject.

Earl was fairly surprised she didn’t brush off his hand.  Even more so, she took hold of him for comfort.  Despite everything, there was a small part of him that was cheering a bit over this.  He tried to crush it under the reality of what had just happened.

"I uh… Cabbage?"  Earl was drawing a blank.  He didn’t know anything of this and none of it was written down in his story.  "What’s a joke?  Do you know who did this?"

Earl’s body was tense once more.  This was news to him but perhaps it proof that Janie was not just a mad girl but had a real life out there.  Real people she knew and people who may care about her. 

Janie met his eyes when he said that. She took a vague notice of what that could mean, but it just wasn’t the moment to ponder it.

With another small squeeze, she slid her hand off his own, resting her head against her hand. 

"Yes, Albert— I-I’ll explain the nickname later. Still, it feels like some sick taunt.”

Once again, she was on the verge of quivering. But instead of withdrawing, she outright turned to him, wrapping her arms tightly around him. Her grip loosened rather quickly, but she still held to him as though he were a last hope, resting her head on his shoulder.

"Albert?  It can’t be…"  Earl had never felt more lost than now.  Before he would be able to piece together Janie’s references from his own book.  What the fuck was ‘cabbage?’  

"It… it very well may be.  Don’t let it bother you.  That’s exactly what they would want."  Earl made a movement to get the letter, perserve it for the police or proof for the landlord.  Instead he’s stopped short by arms around him.  He froze, stiffening for a moment, but it seemed Janie needed an anchor more then she realized.  

After a few seconds too long, he wrapped an arm, only one, around her and gently gave her a squeeze.  It was wonderful to feel her warmth (and she smelled fantastic), and…

Fuck, he wasn’t doing this.  Not after a bloody fucking break in.  With a soft sigh, he rubbed her back.  ”We’ll get this figured out.  Change the locks, alert the landlord.  Worse comes to worse we can hire a hitman.”

((Tires to get one more post out.  Fails))

((Night yo))

italianbastard:

earlgreywithcomplaints:

With a small smirk, Earl waited a moment for the other to rub the sleep out of his eyes and wake up a bit more.  It seemed he woke him out of a nice nap.  Well, that was a real shame but nothing to be done about it now.

Holding out a letter, he causally held it out.  ”I got your mail by mistake.  I have no idea how it came to my own place but here I am returning it to you.”

"Did I interrupt something?"

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"Of course not, I was about to wake up anyway.." He looked at the envelopes and snatched them out the other’s hand. Lovino read to see who they were from… again from his brother, what a big pain. Can’t other people talk to him for once…oh that reminds him. "Thank you for bringing me useless mail that I didn’t even want because they are all from my stupid brother who insists on telling me everything about his day; everyday" Brothers are great.

"Glad to hear!"  Earl replied brightly.  Resisting the urge to drop them on the other’s face, he let him snatch it out of his hands.  

"Useless?  Looks like handwritten letters.  I don’t know the sort of relationship you have with your brother, but I think you should perhaps get him a blog."

"At least he’ll be able to write about his day there."  

-Walking the dog late at night and drinking tea.  It’s fairly peaceful tonight.  Only one attempted mugging-

nobilityoftheearlgrey:

earlgreywithcomplaints:

nobilityoftheearlgrey:

*Sits down and folds his arms like the spoiled brat he is.* No. I’m going out to find it and you have to stay here so I won’t be alone whenever I get from… whatever place I’ll be going.

-Kneels down so that he’s face to face with him-  Like hell you’re going to find it being a child.  I’m not staying here alone.  Splitting up is EXACTLY what they want us to do!

*More pouting from this brat.* Well what if we don’t fit in one? And we have to find the thing of mine and then yours to get out.

What if there’s a time limit?!

-Earl sighs, rubbing his temples. Sometimes it was like dealing with a child who refused to listen-  If we don’t fit in one, we’ll have to find another way around.  We just can’t split up.  You’ve seen those things watching us from the cracks of reality.  I can’t stand those eyes and I have a bad feeling about it.  Stay with me and we’ll be fine.

If there’s a time limit… then it’s in poor taste not to tell us.

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one-armed-canadian

one-armed-canadian:

earlgreywithcomplaints:

Number 16:  Tackling them

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"What the bloody fuck is your problem!  Get off of me NOW!”

He looked at him with a raised eyebrow, “Oh well… I was in the army and… yeah…” He looked at his arm and sighs not really wanting to think about it.

He looked at the other and tried to give him a smile, “But I’m fine now and I get to go to school for free so.”

"Veteran then?  You’re a braver and better man than I could ever be."  Earl is just going to keep it at that.  It’s obvious the other doesn’t want to talk about it.

"That’s always a plus.  Tell me, why did you choose your major?  Have you always been artistically inclined?"

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prussianproblem

prussianproblem:

earlgreywithcomplaints:

earlgreywithcomplaints:

Number 5:  TW! Stabbing them in the back

"Oh."

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"Not again."

Then the screaming/pain/escaping begins.

"Other countries have come and gone.  No one knows what happens to them?"  Earl thought her answer over, carefully, tapping his glass with his fingers.  "You should do what most people do about death… don’t think about it.  It’s inevitable it’ll come, some sooner than others.  I could either waste time worrying about it or embrace the fact it will happen and just go on with what I need to do."  

With a small amused chuckle, Earl took another drink.  ”History has thrown us stranger things over time.  Who knows?  World War three could happen and from the ashes you could rise, more powerful than before.”  He paused for a moment.  ”What do you mean kidnapped?”

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Raising a glass in her direction, Earl gave a small nod.  ”Mind if I join you?”

♚—;; "Usually countries that end are destroyed, taken. But I was more or less…Dissolved into others, if that makes sense." She finished off her second cup, not even hesitating before ordering a third. "There was some stuff with Russia that was, well…" She pressed her finger gingerly to the scar on her cheek. 

"This is definitely not the worst of what came out of it.  Basically, kidnapping is a part of territory wars."  She started on her new beer, and her small bird peeked out from behind her hair. 

"It isn’t anything mein awesomeness can’t handle, of course.”
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She paused for a moment at that. “Of course I don’t mind. Wouldn’t be a true party by myself.”

“If I remember my Eastern Europe history, I think that’s the right way to put it.”  Taking another sip, he gestured at the bartender to get him another one as well.  He was nearly done with his anyway.  “So that’s where you got the scar.  You know, I didn’t quite mean to insult your face from before.  I was merely lashing out and trying to find a weak point I could use.”

A full drink once more in his hand, he sighed softly.  Even the pain in his back was starting to numb a tad.  “Kidnapping, wars, death, and who knows what else.  And thank you.  I think I need it.”  With a glance over at her, he stopped and then deadpanned.  “You have a bloody bird in your hair.”

“That’s a tad unsanitary.”

Story Book AU

lavendercurrents:

earlgreywithcomplaints:

Janie’s tone of voice dragged Earl’s mind away from his frantic musings.  ”Jaine?”  His tone became softer and slower as he tried to calm himself down for her sake.  Honestly, all he wanted to do was curse out the world and everyone in it.

"I don’t.  And even if i could, I don’t think I’m in the right state of mind to muse over riddles.  Neither of us are.  I’m going to call the landlord and see if we can’t get the locks changed.  I’m not sure if the police will write down a "possible" break in with nothing stolen."  Walking over, he laid a hand on her shoulder.  "What do you think this is about?"

"How— Can you be so calm in the midst of this?" Her voice cracked mid sentence. 

"…" She glanced up from him to his hand, turning away solemnly. No matter how cold her expression seemed, she felt a warm comfort out of his gesture. Unable to brush it off, she raised her palm, resting it on his wrist. She was about to give him a light caress, but squeezed it fervently instead. Closing her eyes as if it would block out the world, she admitted:

"I used to call him Cabbage. I don’t know if this is some sick joke, but— I’m prepared to accept that it’s not." 

This time, she didn’t crack under pressure, nor leak any tears. Her words were edged in tension as she met his eyes again, eyes narrowed.

"I’ve… had practice."  Time to drastically change the subject.

Earl was fairly surprised she didn’t brush off his hand.  Even more so, she took hold of him for comfort.  Despite everything, there was a small part of him that was cheering a bit over this.  He tried to crush it under the reality of what had just happened.

"I uh… Cabbage?"  Earl was drawing a blank.  He didn’t know anything of this and none of it was written down in his story.  "What’s a joke?  Do you know who did this?"

Earl’s body was tense once more.  This was news to him but perhaps it proof that Janie was just a mad girl but had a real life out there.  Real people she knew and people who may care about her. 

enigmaticstigma:

I think… a lot of things were just happening, so I went on… autopilot, I guess. Feels like it went by very quickly. *With a little nod, Ivan taps his math book.* Mm. This book is one I use for the class… I need to have one in order to go to a place that will teach me business and balance it with cooking.

*There are so many sample problems that are written out on that page, some done repeatedly until they got the right result.*

It is very hard…

*He peers at the book that Earl had brought with him, nodding a little As he slowly reads whatever is on there. Earl is a writer, right? He can’t seem to remember it. The pencil is placed on the table and, as he realizes how long he must have been sitting like that, tilts his head to each side to stretch out his neck.*

Oh ah… for a book or something?

Understandable.  When your mind is occupied by stressful and important things, it’s hard to turn it to smaller matters.  I do hope you took care of yourself during those times.  -Earl hums as he leans over to take a closer look-

Practice and work will help.  Your mind is not use to doing mathematical equations and you need to train it that way.

-Earl tilts his book for the other to glance at.  Earl’s handwriting is fairly neat except for bursts of quick messy notes jotted down.  Still everything seems disorganized for the moment-  You can say that.  Book, story, ideas to be expanded upon, ripped apart, abandoned, or remade into something new…  Whatever works.

((Tired now.  Night folks))

cottonandcacti:

earlgreywithcomplaints:

Why can’t we both admit we’re stubborn and then you can take a fucking vacation.  -Sudden tipsy revelation-  What if I drag you to a bloody beach and just sit on you until you enjoy yourself.  

Then hire someone new to take some of the work load.  God knows, this economy needs the help.  I’m listening, as I said before.  You’re just not seeing what options you have available to you.  Besides, if you take my whiskey away then I’ll be a most miserable creature.  Might have to slink off back to my own apartment and drink alone.

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And I have decided that you’re too stupid to have any more decisions regarding my sleep.  That’s what happens when you don’t listen to the wiser voice.  -He does stick his tongue out for that one-

Is this a joke about how much you drink or the fact your a nation and the flask was technically in your territory?

Lose anything else inside of you?  I need to know.  For reasons.

But I don’t want a vacation; I haven’t the time or energy for it. [Blinks, pausing a bit before laughing] I think I could just push you off and be on my merry way.

If you want a job done right, you have to do it yourself. Besides, I have too many valuables and antiques; they ain’t things you can really trust most other people with between the value and how fragile they are. [Or he refuses to. With Aaron, it can really go either way.] Then don’ make me take it away and you needn’t worry about that.

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"Wiser voice," you’re as wise as a run over dog. [And he sticks his tongue right back out at him]

…I’m not entirely certain. Both, I think.

Hmm…besides the usual bullets and the like, I’m assuming?

It’s not so bad.  Trust me.  Taking a break from things helps put things in perspective.  Oh?  -Smirks-  Not if I tied you up or had a few friends to help me.  Bloody hell, I don’t even think you know how to really relax.

If I want a job done right, I’ll get the person who’s best suited for it or the next best.  -Obviously-  You’re not going to invite people to stay in your house.  Just do the paperwork that needs to be done for a day or so.  You’re excuses are getting worse and worse you know!  -He pokes his finger at him before taking another drink-  Don’t take the drink away and we’ll both be happier for it.

"If I’m a hit dog, then you’re roadkill from last week.  -Yea that doesn’t make any sense but then again, Earl didn’t quite catch the saying as well-

Of course.  Bullets and knives are natural.  Lets see how creative fate got with you.