alex danvers
5 bears in a trenchcoat
cause we're the masters of our own fate
and the captains of our own soul
and the captains of our own soul
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full name | camila antonia torres
age | twenty eight years old
orientation | biromantic bisexual
height | five foot nine inches
birthday | july twenty fifth
family | son, lucas, six years old
hometown | puerto varas, chile
temperament | sanguine
positive traits | confident, humble, motherly
negative traits | emotional, forgetful
fears | any harm coming to lucas
extra | her ex boi & son's father, dominic
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alex danvers
5 bears in a trenchcoat
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxDEION AYODELE
i can tell from your eyes
you've never been by the riverside
i can tell from your eyes
you've never been by the riverside
full name: deion jamaar ayodele (/day-on/)
alias: dei, or mr dei, by the kids
age: 29
date of birth: april 22nd
place of birth: stateline, nv
gender: male
nationality: american
sexuality: heterosexual biromantic
height: 6'2"
weight: 172lbs
body build: relatively muscular and tall,
mesomorph, flat stomach & nice arms
hair color + style: short, shaved, curly black
eye color: brown
modifications: number of colored tattoos on his arms and chest
distinct features: moles on forearms
clothing style: casual but respectable teacher-wear, with a preference for sweaters
occupation: kindergarten teacher
spoken languages: english
education: bachelor's in elementary education
alias: dei, or mr dei, by the kids
age: 29
date of birth: april 22nd
place of birth: stateline, nv
gender: male
nationality: american
sexuality: heterosexual biromantic
height: 6'2"
weight: 172lbs
body build: relatively muscular and tall,
mesomorph, flat stomach & nice arms
hair color + style: short, shaved, curly black
eye color: brown
modifications: number of colored tattoos on his arms and chest
distinct features: moles on forearms
clothing style: casual but respectable teacher-wear, with a preference for sweaters
occupation: kindergarten teacher
spoken languages: english
education: bachelor's in elementary education
mbti type: esfj-a
temperament: phlegmatic
moral alignment: neutral good
positive traits: helpful, tolerant, and optimistic;
very in tune with his feelings and very grounded;
adaptable and kind; easy to befriend and emotionally
involved; gentle and soft; charismatic and confident.
neutral traits: strict planner and needs to have a
strong grasp on how things are going; sociable, well-
mannered and selfless; knowledgeable, easy-going,
promiscuous and trustworthy.
negative traits: stubborn as a goat; will allow
good friends to walk all over him; strict boundaries
but will have a meltdown if they're broken; finds it
difficult to enter romantic relationships.
financial status: middle class
family: ex-wife, twin brother and two 4-y/o
nieces that visit regularly.
habits: pulling on his beard when he's
thinking, taking notes of everything
temperament: phlegmatic
moral alignment: neutral good
positive traits: helpful, tolerant, and optimistic;
very in tune with his feelings and very grounded;
adaptable and kind; easy to befriend and emotionally
involved; gentle and soft; charismatic and confident.
neutral traits: strict planner and needs to have a
strong grasp on how things are going; sociable, well-
mannered and selfless; knowledgeable, easy-going,
promiscuous and trustworthy.
negative traits: stubborn as a goat; will allow
good friends to walk all over him; strict boundaries
but will have a meltdown if they're broken; finds it
difficult to enter romantic relationships.
financial status: middle class
family: ex-wife, twin brother and two 4-y/o
nieces that visit regularly.
habits: pulling on his beard when he's
thinking, taking notes of everything
alex danvers
5 bears in a trenchcoat
D xxxx E xxxx I xxxx O xxxx N
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down by the water the riverbed
somebody calls you somebody says
swim with the current and float away
down by the river every day
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ｗｏｒｄxxｃｏｕｎｔ ;; 394
"No, it's more like... You're good at counting on your fingers, right?" The boy began to nod vigorously, and Deion smiled, before bringing his hands up. "So if we count nine fingers," he raised his eyebrows for the kid to follow his lead, "one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine... And then we take five away. One, two, three, four, five." There was a puzzled look on the boy's face, and he shifted in his seat next to his teacher. "How many are left?" Lucas cocked his head, thinking for a moment, before pressing the tip of his index finger on his free hand against each of his extended fingers on his other hand, counting out loud. "...Four?"
"Yes, very good! You're getting the hang of this." The confused look on the dark-haired boy's face broke, and he smiled broadly as, with unsteady hand and a full-fisted grip on the pencil, he wrote a wonky-looking '4' behind the equal symbol. Deion smiled as the kid handed him his now-finished homework, and he bent forward and lowered his voice, despite that there was nobody else in the room. "Don't tell the other kids, but you can go get a sticker from my desk."
Lucas' eyes grew wide and he seemed to hold his breath for a moment, before quieting himself down much like Deion had. "Can I get a plane sticker?" The older man smiled, and nodded, and it was only a split second before the kid was sprinting down the classroom and grabbing the sticker sheet off the main desk. "Here, we'll put it on your backpack," he lifted the Paw Patrol bag from the floor, and put the cartoon plane smack dab in the middle, just underneath the dog's face.
"Are you ready to go home? I think your mom should be here soon," he helped the boy pack his bag, and just as he was getting up to get his coat for him, the classroom door was opening. His eyes moved up just as a woman stepped through, and the surprise took him so quickly he instantly forgot what he was doing. He recognized her instantly from their night at the bar a few weeks previously, when some things had happened between them and she'd left in the morning, but he'd simply not thought he'd see her again. "Oh... hey."
"Yes, very good! You're getting the hang of this." The confused look on the dark-haired boy's face broke, and he smiled broadly as, with unsteady hand and a full-fisted grip on the pencil, he wrote a wonky-looking '4' behind the equal symbol. Deion smiled as the kid handed him his now-finished homework, and he bent forward and lowered his voice, despite that there was nobody else in the room. "Don't tell the other kids, but you can go get a sticker from my desk."
Lucas' eyes grew wide and he seemed to hold his breath for a moment, before quieting himself down much like Deion had. "Can I get a plane sticker?" The older man smiled, and nodded, and it was only a split second before the kid was sprinting down the classroom and grabbing the sticker sheet off the main desk. "Here, we'll put it on your backpack," he lifted the Paw Patrol bag from the floor, and put the cartoon plane smack dab in the middle, just underneath the dog's face.
"Are you ready to go home? I think your mom should be here soon," he helped the boy pack his bag, and just as he was getting up to get his coat for him, the classroom door was opening. His eyes moved up just as a woman stepped through, and the surprise took him so quickly he instantly forgot what he was doing. He recognized her instantly from their night at the bar a few weeks previously, when some things had happened between them and she'd left in the morning, but he'd simply not thought he'd see her again. "Oh... hey."
digital witness
isn't that a little derivative?
C xx A xx M xx I xx L xx A
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i wanna mean something to somebody else
feel a significance in the real world
it's not enough to live out a lucky life
i'm forever chasing after time
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ｗｏｒｄxxｃｏｕｎｔ ;; 464
"Hi, my name is Camila Torres. My son, Lucas, is in class with Mr. Dei. Something came up last minute at work and I'm running behind, but I'm on my way to pick him up now. Is there any way that you could let him know?" Camila's fingers rapped impatiently against the top of the steering wheel as she sat in traffic, craning her neck slightly to see what was taking the cars ahead of her at the light so long to move. She listened while the woman on the other line typed something into her computer and clicked her tongue a number of times. "Ms. Torres?" She finally spoke, her voice playing through the speakers in the brunette's car as she used her hands-free feature to make the call. "Sorry, I had to find Lucas on the registry. I will inform Mr. Dei as soon as possible." A weight lifted from the woman's chest - though she knew it wouldn't be a problem, she hated running late - and she promptly thanked the woman before ending the call.
The drive was no shorter or longer than usual, leaving Camila exactly twenty six minutes late when she finally pulled into the parking lot and hurried toward the building, expressing her gratitude toward the secretary who she assumed was the same one who she'd spoken to on the phone, and making her way to the classroom. She knocked once before pushing the door open, but instead of being greeted by her six year old son, she was met with another vaguely familiar face. "...Hi," just as her mind was attempting to work out where she recognized the man from, Lucas' excited voice pulled her out of her train of thought. "Mommy!" He rushed toward her with arms open and she knelt down to meet him. "Hi, baby. I'm sorry I'm so late," her long arms pulled him into a warm embrace. "Do you have all of your things?" she pulled away, remaining knelt as he nodded in confirmation. "Zip up your jacket, okay?" She tousled the hair on the top of his head and lifted herself to her full height - taller than usual given the heels she was wearing.
It wasn't until she got another, longer look at the man that she realized where she knew him from. Shit. Her stomach churned uneasily, but she didn't let it show. "Thank you for keeping an eye on him," her gaze worked over his features, attempting to gauge whether he'd made the same connection as she had. "He speaks very highly of you at home... I can see why." She kept her gaze steady despite how it threatened to pull away at the overwhelming thought of their night spent together that nagged incessantly at the back of her mind.
The drive was no shorter or longer than usual, leaving Camila exactly twenty six minutes late when she finally pulled into the parking lot and hurried toward the building, expressing her gratitude toward the secretary who she assumed was the same one who she'd spoken to on the phone, and making her way to the classroom. She knocked once before pushing the door open, but instead of being greeted by her six year old son, she was met with another vaguely familiar face. "...Hi," just as her mind was attempting to work out where she recognized the man from, Lucas' excited voice pulled her out of her train of thought. "Mommy!" He rushed toward her with arms open and she knelt down to meet him. "Hi, baby. I'm sorry I'm so late," her long arms pulled him into a warm embrace. "Do you have all of your things?" she pulled away, remaining knelt as he nodded in confirmation. "Zip up your jacket, okay?" She tousled the hair on the top of his head and lifted herself to her full height - taller than usual given the heels she was wearing.
It wasn't until she got another, longer look at the man that she realized where she knew him from. Shit. Her stomach churned uneasily, but she didn't let it show. "Thank you for keeping an eye on him," her gaze worked over his features, attempting to gauge whether he'd made the same connection as she had. "He speaks very highly of you at home... I can see why." She kept her gaze steady despite how it threatened to pull away at the overwhelming thought of their night spent together that nagged incessantly at the back of her mind.
alex danvers
5 bears in a trenchcoat
D xxxx E xxxx I xxxx O xxxx N
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down by the water the riverbed
somebody calls you somebody says
swim with the current and float away
down by the river every day
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ｗｏｒｄxxｃｏｕｎｔ ;; 441
Deion's gaze was met at first with a confused look from the brunette - whose name he never got, he now realized - before the look in her eyes shifted into something of recognition. The night they'd spent together had started at the bar, before they'd eventually caught each other's eye. Deion had bought her a drink, they'd chatted, and one thing led to another and before he'd known it, she was getting dressed early in the morning to sneak out while he'd pretended to still be asleep. He'd not gotten her name, he'd not gotten her number, and he'd certainly not thought he'd meet her again in a city this size; but here they were, and he was awkwardly being forced to acknowledge that they'd spent a night together.
"Yeah..." He mumbled something, his gaze falling to the floor and then moving to the boy who was struggling to get his arm into one of the sleeves. Deion automatically lowered himself, holding out the jacket so that Lucas could easily slide it on, and he helped the boy into the shoulder straps of his backpack before raising himself up again. "It's not a problem, really. I'm here for a few more hours anyway. It's nice to have some company." His voice suddenly sounded thickly accented in the presence of this woman, whose accent sounded thoroughly American. "I'll see you tomorrow, buddy," he fist-bumped with the boy, before letting both of them out - his gaze crossing briefly with the woman's, though neither chose to address what they were both thinking.
The next time he spoke with her was a few weeks later. He'd seen her pick her child up most of the days since, as she had begun to make it a habit of being on time - although he didn't mind staying late with one of his students - but he'd pushed his slightly uncomfortable feelings towards the situation aside and approached her in favor of Lucas. "Do you have a moment?" He pulled her aside, just far enough from the door to have a private moment with her. "Lucas has been... struggling with some of the basics of reading the last few weeks. I wouldn't say this is a bad thing, but I wouldn't want him to fall behind on his classmates."
He moved his gaze up to meet with the other woman's, raising one eyebrow as he figured she'd know where he was leading up to. "It wouldn't cost you anything. It'd just mean you'd pick him up half an hour later every day. I'll go over it with him, but I'll need your approval. I think it could really help him."
"Yeah..." He mumbled something, his gaze falling to the floor and then moving to the boy who was struggling to get his arm into one of the sleeves. Deion automatically lowered himself, holding out the jacket so that Lucas could easily slide it on, and he helped the boy into the shoulder straps of his backpack before raising himself up again. "It's not a problem, really. I'm here for a few more hours anyway. It's nice to have some company." His voice suddenly sounded thickly accented in the presence of this woman, whose accent sounded thoroughly American. "I'll see you tomorrow, buddy," he fist-bumped with the boy, before letting both of them out - his gaze crossing briefly with the woman's, though neither chose to address what they were both thinking.
The next time he spoke with her was a few weeks later. He'd seen her pick her child up most of the days since, as she had begun to make it a habit of being on time - although he didn't mind staying late with one of his students - but he'd pushed his slightly uncomfortable feelings towards the situation aside and approached her in favor of Lucas. "Do you have a moment?" He pulled her aside, just far enough from the door to have a private moment with her. "Lucas has been... struggling with some of the basics of reading the last few weeks. I wouldn't say this is a bad thing, but I wouldn't want him to fall behind on his classmates."
He moved his gaze up to meet with the other woman's, raising one eyebrow as he figured she'd know where he was leading up to. "It wouldn't cost you anything. It'd just mean you'd pick him up half an hour later every day. I'll go over it with him, but I'll need your approval. I think it could really help him."
digital witness
isn't that a little derivative?
C xx A xx M xx I xx L xx A
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i wanna mean something to somebody else
feel a significance in the real world
it's not enough to live out a lucky life
i'm forever chasing after time
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ｗｏｒｄxxｃｏｕｎｔ ;; 538
Camila had made a habit of being on time to pick Lucas up after learning that, as fate would have it, her son's kindergarten teacher was also her semi-drunken hookup from weeks prior. It certainly added an extra layer of discomfort to her afternoon routine. In fact, she'd made sure to show up a few moments early every day after their initial run-in to avoid any unnecessary contact and leave Lucas wondering why she behaved so strangely around his teacher.
She'd been helping her son fold his jacket and place it neatly inside of his backpack without crushing any of his prized drawings when the very person she'd been avoiding greeted her and coaxed her aside. She nodded when he asked if she had a moment, dreading the question that she feared would come next. A few weeks ago at the bar... Did we-? She played over all the possibilities in her head, her stomach tightening uneasily until, finally, he spoke and the words that came out of his mouth blindsided her completely.
"Oh, I -" she almost sputtered, failing to understand how she hadn't noticed her son struggling in school. "I had no idea." Her gaze fell slightly, but lifted again as she tried to work out what he was implying as far as a solution was concerned. Luckily, he seemed willing to tackle the task himself, simply seeking out her approval to keep Lucas for an extra half and hour each day after class for additional lessons. "If you think that's what he needs, I trust your judgement."
The rest of the week went as planned - the only difference being that Lucas and Mr. Dei were the only two left when Camila came to pick him up after school. She cast her discomfort aside, unwilling to behave in a fidgety, unnatural state each time that she was around her son's teacher. They'd be seeing more of each other, after all; it was best to get over it quickly.
They'd been in the third week of after-school lessons when Lucas made his proposal to her at the dinner table and in the car on the way to school the next morning: for Mr. Dei to join them at his first little league game of the season that Friday. So when she opened the door to pick him up later that afternoon, Lucas was absolutely beaming. "Mom..." he tugged at the hem of her shirt as she was once more thanking Mr. Dei for the time that he was putting into her son. She allowed her gaze to drop down to the small boy, a gentle smirk playing around the corners of her mouth when he jerked his head toward his teacher in a less-than-subtle hinting manner.
"Lucas has been begging me to ask you-" she began, noting the bright smile on the boy's face. "He has a tee-ball game this Friday at Mueller Park. It's at seven in the evening and he understands that you have a very busy schedule," she continued, specifically wording it so that Lucas would be prepared for a possible letdown and so the man wouldn't feel looped into their plans without agreeing to them first. "But he'd love it if you could come."
She'd been helping her son fold his jacket and place it neatly inside of his backpack without crushing any of his prized drawings when the very person she'd been avoiding greeted her and coaxed her aside. She nodded when he asked if she had a moment, dreading the question that she feared would come next. A few weeks ago at the bar... Did we-? She played over all the possibilities in her head, her stomach tightening uneasily until, finally, he spoke and the words that came out of his mouth blindsided her completely.
"Oh, I -" she almost sputtered, failing to understand how she hadn't noticed her son struggling in school. "I had no idea." Her gaze fell slightly, but lifted again as she tried to work out what he was implying as far as a solution was concerned. Luckily, he seemed willing to tackle the task himself, simply seeking out her approval to keep Lucas for an extra half and hour each day after class for additional lessons. "If you think that's what he needs, I trust your judgement."
The rest of the week went as planned - the only difference being that Lucas and Mr. Dei were the only two left when Camila came to pick him up after school. She cast her discomfort aside, unwilling to behave in a fidgety, unnatural state each time that she was around her son's teacher. They'd be seeing more of each other, after all; it was best to get over it quickly.
They'd been in the third week of after-school lessons when Lucas made his proposal to her at the dinner table and in the car on the way to school the next morning: for Mr. Dei to join them at his first little league game of the season that Friday. So when she opened the door to pick him up later that afternoon, Lucas was absolutely beaming. "Mom..." he tugged at the hem of her shirt as she was once more thanking Mr. Dei for the time that he was putting into her son. She allowed her gaze to drop down to the small boy, a gentle smirk playing around the corners of her mouth when he jerked his head toward his teacher in a less-than-subtle hinting manner.
"Lucas has been begging me to ask you-" she began, noting the bright smile on the boy's face. "He has a tee-ball game this Friday at Mueller Park. It's at seven in the evening and he understands that you have a very busy schedule," she continued, specifically wording it so that Lucas would be prepared for a possible letdown and so the man wouldn't feel looped into their plans without agreeing to them first. "But he'd love it if you could come."
alex danvers
5 bears in a trenchcoat
D xxxx E xxxx I xxxx O xxxx N
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down by the water the riverbed
somebody calls you somebody says
swim with the current and float away
down by the river every day
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ｗｏｒｄxxｃｏｕｎｔ ;; 506
With the woman’s permission, Dei had started to take the boy aside every day after class for half an hour. They started working their way through the easiest books, and while Dei noticed that even though he was getting one-on-one lessons, Lucas still struggled, but at least he was improving. And every day, the moment his mother came to pick him up was a dip in energy for Dei; they had still not addressed what had happened mere weeks before they’d met the second time, and in a way, he began to doubt that it was ever going to be talked about.
It grew easier as they met up regularly. The initial discomfort that they’d both felt in being in such close proximity again after sharing a night had begun to dull and fade, eventually making way for a distant acknowledgement of each other; and thus it came as a complete surprise when Lucas’ mom, just as she and her son were ready to leave, chose to invite him to Lucas’ sports game that weekend. Surely he had expected that all there would be between them was nothing more than a professional relationship between a teacher and the parent of a student, but evidently, the boy had taken a liking to him.
Dei smiled, running his hand through his short, dark curls. “This Friday, you said?” His gaze trailed over his desk as he racked his mind for his schedule, eventually meeting gazes again with the brunette. “Ah, I’d love to, honestly. It’s just… there’s a parent-teacher conference night on Friday, and I’m supposed to meet, like, thirteen people.” He didn’t want to utterly refuse the offer, but at that moment, it seemed like he wouldn’t be able to. “I’ll try to see if I can keep it short, but you know how that is, usually…” His voice trailed off, and then he caught onto the disappointed expression on the boy’s face, and something stung within him. “I’m sorry, buddy…”
Deion wasn’t a very forgetful person, usually. But everyone makes mistakes, and it was on the night of the game that he realized the parent-teacher night was the following week and that he had noted it on the wrong page of his schedule; so he quickly put on his coat, got in his car and drove to Mueller Park in hopes of being early enough to make it to Lucas’ game.
He didn’t have to look very hard when he arrived: the boy wasn’t anywhere in sight, but the brunette who stood near the coffee cart with her back turned towards him was hard to miss. The chatter of the people around them covered up the sounds of his footsteps, and it was only when he leaned against the cart next to her that she noticed him. “Make that two coffee,” he handed the barista a bill, having caught her ordering a coffee when he walked up, allowing his lips to curl into a playful grin. “I’m hoping I haven’t missed my favorite baseball player’s game.”
It grew easier as they met up regularly. The initial discomfort that they’d both felt in being in such close proximity again after sharing a night had begun to dull and fade, eventually making way for a distant acknowledgement of each other; and thus it came as a complete surprise when Lucas’ mom, just as she and her son were ready to leave, chose to invite him to Lucas’ sports game that weekend. Surely he had expected that all there would be between them was nothing more than a professional relationship between a teacher and the parent of a student, but evidently, the boy had taken a liking to him.
Dei smiled, running his hand through his short, dark curls. “This Friday, you said?” His gaze trailed over his desk as he racked his mind for his schedule, eventually meeting gazes again with the brunette. “Ah, I’d love to, honestly. It’s just… there’s a parent-teacher conference night on Friday, and I’m supposed to meet, like, thirteen people.” He didn’t want to utterly refuse the offer, but at that moment, it seemed like he wouldn’t be able to. “I’ll try to see if I can keep it short, but you know how that is, usually…” His voice trailed off, and then he caught onto the disappointed expression on the boy’s face, and something stung within him. “I’m sorry, buddy…”
Deion wasn’t a very forgetful person, usually. But everyone makes mistakes, and it was on the night of the game that he realized the parent-teacher night was the following week and that he had noted it on the wrong page of his schedule; so he quickly put on his coat, got in his car and drove to Mueller Park in hopes of being early enough to make it to Lucas’ game.
He didn’t have to look very hard when he arrived: the boy wasn’t anywhere in sight, but the brunette who stood near the coffee cart with her back turned towards him was hard to miss. The chatter of the people around them covered up the sounds of his footsteps, and it was only when he leaned against the cart next to her that she noticed him. “Make that two coffee,” he handed the barista a bill, having caught her ordering a coffee when he walked up, allowing his lips to curl into a playful grin. “I’m hoping I haven’t missed my favorite baseball player’s game.”
digital witness
isn't that a little derivative?
C xx A xx M xx I xx L xx A
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i wanna mean something to somebody else
feel a significance in the real world
it's not enough to live out a lucky life
i'm forever chasing after time
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ｗｏｒｄxxｃｏｕｎｔ ;; 517
ahhhh this sucks but w/e
The preparation that Camila had given Lucas for the possibility of his teacher turning down the offer to watch him from the sidelines at his tee-ball game failed to prevent the obvious frown that was now curling the boy's lips downward in the face of their discussed worst case scenario. "Don't be sorry," Camila corrected, her expression remaining warm and understanding as her gaze connected with the man's a moment longer before her attention shifted to her son. "You can tell him all about your game on Monday," her eyes widened in feigned excitement "Does that sound like a plan?" The boy thought for a moment before nodding vigorously and delving off into a tangent about how he was going to hit "the most home-runs ever!" just so the two of them would have more to talk about after the weekend. Camila eventually managed to coax the boy out of the classroom, mouthing a silent "thank you" to his teacher on their way out as Lucas showed no sign of stopping.
The day of the game arrived and though Lucas was still disappointed that his teacher would not be among the audience, the thrill of meeting up with his friends on the team erased any dissatisfaction that he still held toward the situation.
The coaches had herded the team of five and six year olds out onto the field for a round of practice, and Camila took the opportunity to sneak away to the nearby drink stand while she waited. She looked over the limited menu, eventually settling on a coffee when she was approached from behind. She was taken by surprise at first, but the corners of her mouth quickly twitched into a smile when she realized who had slid into the space beside her.
This certainly felt familiar...
"You're just in time, actually -- Thank you," her attention bounced from the dark-haired man to the barista. "They're out practicing now." She took both of the paper cups from the counter and held one out to the man as they stepped away from the concession stand and toward the field. "Thank you for coming," she ignored the nervous tickle that had seemed to dance in her stomach whenever she found herself in the man's presence, her expression appearing genuine as she held his gaze for a short moment. "It means a lot to him; he really admires you." They settled comfortably on the first row of bleachers, Lucas taking no time at all to spot them and direct a bright, delighted smile at his teacher as he waved vigorously from the field and pointed his friends' attention in their direction.
Camila observed the interaction between the two of them and a gentle smile played around her lips. "You know..." she spoke once Lucas' attention returned to his coach. "This is embarrassing, but I don't think I ever caught your name." It was the closest that either of them had come to acknowledging what had happened between them that night and Camila could feel the heat on her cheeks as they were colored by a soft, nervous blush.
The day of the game arrived and though Lucas was still disappointed that his teacher would not be among the audience, the thrill of meeting up with his friends on the team erased any dissatisfaction that he still held toward the situation.
The coaches had herded the team of five and six year olds out onto the field for a round of practice, and Camila took the opportunity to sneak away to the nearby drink stand while she waited. She looked over the limited menu, eventually settling on a coffee when she was approached from behind. She was taken by surprise at first, but the corners of her mouth quickly twitched into a smile when she realized who had slid into the space beside her.
This certainly felt familiar...
"You're just in time, actually -- Thank you," her attention bounced from the dark-haired man to the barista. "They're out practicing now." She took both of the paper cups from the counter and held one out to the man as they stepped away from the concession stand and toward the field. "Thank you for coming," she ignored the nervous tickle that had seemed to dance in her stomach whenever she found herself in the man's presence, her expression appearing genuine as she held his gaze for a short moment. "It means a lot to him; he really admires you." They settled comfortably on the first row of bleachers, Lucas taking no time at all to spot them and direct a bright, delighted smile at his teacher as he waved vigorously from the field and pointed his friends' attention in their direction.
Camila observed the interaction between the two of them and a gentle smile played around her lips. "You know..." she spoke once Lucas' attention returned to his coach. "This is embarrassing, but I don't think I ever caught your name." It was the closest that either of them had come to acknowledging what had happened between them that night and Camila could feel the heat on her cheeks as they were colored by a soft, nervous blush.
alex danvers
5 bears in a trenchcoat
D xxxx E xxxx I xxxx O xxxx N
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down by the water the riverbed
somebody calls you somebody says
swim with the current and float away
down by the river every day
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ｗｏｒｄxxｃｏｕｎｔ ;; 592
haha just shoot me in the head this is terrible
“Good timing,” he grinned, taking one of the cups from the woman’s hands just as she was holding one out for him. The coffee was hot, almost scalding, and he almost burned his tongue trying to drink it – suppressing the sudden flush of pain in favor of not seeming weak in front of her. He wasn’t sure why he suddenly wanted to appear like the ‘tough guy’ in front of someone he’d slept with once, but she was moving away and he didn’t have much time to ponder it.
“No problem,” he smiled again, taking a careful sip of his coffee, and sat down next to her. “I think it’s better to be an involved teacher. Rather close to your students than too much distance.” He stretched his legs slightly, before relaxing and allowing his knees to sit a little bit apart. “As long as they have a good example to go off,” he relaxed in the woman’s presence now that they had a conversation going, and he could feel her beginning to lose the tension as well. His eyes moved out over the field, eventually catching gazes with the boy, whose expression broke into a broad grin. Dei raised his hand and waved at him, getting an enthusiastic wave back from the kid, who then had to run up to the rest of his friends to join the game.
Dei leaned back, only then catching the woman’s gaze as it rested upon him, and playfully raised an eyebrow. When she put her thoughts into words, Dei grinned, and realized he’d had the same problem. “It’s Deion. Dei, for short.” He moved his cup into the other hand, before extending his free hand to the brunette, who took it with a smile. “Camila.” Deion’s expression softened, and he gripped down gently, her hand small in his own. “It’s nice to… properly meet you, Camila.”
Lucas’ game was a complete mess, but Deion was more than amused by the rogue children running around the field than anything else, and when the boy came up to them after the game and proudly proclaimed that he ‘won’, Dei cheered him on and agreed. “Thanks for having me,” he shot the boy another smile, and rubbed his hand over his springy, wild hair, “you were great. I’m sure there’s a future in it for you.”
They chatted a little every day that she came to pick up her child from class, and they settled in a comfortable friendliness, without Dei feeling the need to address any of what had occurred two weeks earlier. Even if she had left in a hurry in the morning. He didn’t care anymore; the awkwardness had made way, and he didn’t regret any part of what had happened.
He hadn’t seen the two of them over the weekend, as usual, but as he was attempting to amuse his twin nieces at the local museum in the dinosaur fossil section, there was a patting of feet and then an ever so happy “Mr Dei!”. He turned to find the boy running towards him, and he grinned as he looked up, his gaze meeting with Camila’s, who was trailing after her son with an apologetic expression on her face. “Didn’t think you were into dinosaurs, buddy.” He straightened himself out from where he’d been squatting to be at eye level with the kid just as his mother apologized for it. “Oh, you’re good, don’t worry.” He smiled, his gaze connecting with the brunette’s. “My day only gets better when I meet you two.”
“No problem,” he smiled again, taking a careful sip of his coffee, and sat down next to her. “I think it’s better to be an involved teacher. Rather close to your students than too much distance.” He stretched his legs slightly, before relaxing and allowing his knees to sit a little bit apart. “As long as they have a good example to go off,” he relaxed in the woman’s presence now that they had a conversation going, and he could feel her beginning to lose the tension as well. His eyes moved out over the field, eventually catching gazes with the boy, whose expression broke into a broad grin. Dei raised his hand and waved at him, getting an enthusiastic wave back from the kid, who then had to run up to the rest of his friends to join the game.
Dei leaned back, only then catching the woman’s gaze as it rested upon him, and playfully raised an eyebrow. When she put her thoughts into words, Dei grinned, and realized he’d had the same problem. “It’s Deion. Dei, for short.” He moved his cup into the other hand, before extending his free hand to the brunette, who took it with a smile. “Camila.” Deion’s expression softened, and he gripped down gently, her hand small in his own. “It’s nice to… properly meet you, Camila.”
Lucas’ game was a complete mess, but Deion was more than amused by the rogue children running around the field than anything else, and when the boy came up to them after the game and proudly proclaimed that he ‘won’, Dei cheered him on and agreed. “Thanks for having me,” he shot the boy another smile, and rubbed his hand over his springy, wild hair, “you were great. I’m sure there’s a future in it for you.”
They chatted a little every day that she came to pick up her child from class, and they settled in a comfortable friendliness, without Dei feeling the need to address any of what had occurred two weeks earlier. Even if she had left in a hurry in the morning. He didn’t care anymore; the awkwardness had made way, and he didn’t regret any part of what had happened.
He hadn’t seen the two of them over the weekend, as usual, but as he was attempting to amuse his twin nieces at the local museum in the dinosaur fossil section, there was a patting of feet and then an ever so happy “Mr Dei!”. He turned to find the boy running towards him, and he grinned as he looked up, his gaze meeting with Camila’s, who was trailing after her son with an apologetic expression on her face. “Didn’t think you were into dinosaurs, buddy.” He straightened himself out from where he’d been squatting to be at eye level with the kid just as his mother apologized for it. “Oh, you’re good, don’t worry.” He smiled, his gaze connecting with the brunette’s. “My day only gets better when I meet you two.”
digital witness
isn't that a little derivative?
C xx A xx M xx I xx L xx A
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i wanna mean something to somebody else
feel a significance in the real world
it's not enough to live out a lucky life
i'm forever chasing after time
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ｗｏｒｄxxｃｏｕｎｔ ;; 707
oh no... i broke our 500 word limit!!!!!
The discomfort that Camila had initially felt at the revelation that her son's kindergarten teacher was the same man who she'd shared a one night stand with and, consequently, whose house she'd unceremoniously taken her leave from without waking the next morning - confident that she'd never see him again - had begun to fade following days of repeated exposure to the man who she now knew was named Deion. She found her thoughts drifting occasionally in his presence, flashes of memories from their night spent together pulling themselves to the forefront of her mind on a number of inopportune instances, but she was always quick to shoo them away. Even so, there was a slight, almost indiscernible pull that she couldn't deny that she still felt for him; one that had revealed itself at the bar on the first night that they'd met and again every time they'd seen each other since. Something that she hoped - with time - might go away on its own.
Fate seemed to have other plans, as it had begun to seem, and they continued to find themselves being pulled together at the most unexpected of times. Camila and Lucas had chosen to spend their Sunday afternoon at the children's museum. They'd been walking hand-in-hand through the crowded dinosaur exhibit when the young boy suddenly darted forward and pulled his hand free from her own. "Luke! ...Lucas!" She called after him, accustomed but irritated by his tendency to run off on his own until she heard him shout and realized who he'd spotted from across the room: Deion. Of course. Camila hurried after her son, sporting an apologetic look that almost verged on embarrassed as they came to a stop in front of Lucas' teacher and two young girls who bore a clear familial resemblance to the man. "I am so sorry," she apologized to the man who was now kneeling on level with her son. "We're obviously still working on learning boundaries." She roughed the boy's hair a bit, relieved when Deion appeared unbothered by their sudden run-in, and feeling a slight flutter in her stomach that she couldn't quite place when his gaze connected with her own and he teased - or so she assumed - that his day was improved by their presence.
They walked together through the rest of the exhibit, the children automatically flocking to one another as they bounced from display to display and ogled over the fossils. Camila and Deion hung behind, picking a leisurely pace while they kept an eye on the kids.
"Mom! Mom!" Lucas suddenly broke away from the trio to tug at the waist of her skirt, his eyes glowing with excitement. "Yes? Yes?" She playfully matched his tone, her lips curling up into a smile. "Can we go play?" He jutted his finger toward the massive indoor playground that was looming in the distance - one that she knew the kids could easily spend hours inside of without batting an eye - and glanced toward Deion for approval before answering. He gave a gentle smile and a why not kind of shrug to which Camila nodded and shifted her attention back to her eagerly-waiting son. "Go on, have fun," all three of the children squealed with excitement, announcing a race to the slide. "Stay with the girls, Lucas. Don't go running off." Camila called after him, watching as they all nearly piled on top of each other when they reached the base of the aforementioned slide.
Deion and Camila found an empty table at the neighboring cafe, their seats easily overlooking the playground so they could keep an eye on the kids, and Camila's gaze drifted toward the nearby coffee bar. She noticed Deion's gaze following and nodded toward it, a smile coming to her lips. "Can I... return the favor?" She lifted herself from her seat when he agreed, returning mere moments later with a coffee and a caramel latte.
She curled her fingers delicately around the base of her cup, enjoying its warmth against her fingers, and glanced from the playground back to the man sat directly across from her. "They're so well-behaved," she praised, noting the difference in behavior and energy levels between the two girls and her son. "Are they your daughters?"
Fate seemed to have other plans, as it had begun to seem, and they continued to find themselves being pulled together at the most unexpected of times. Camila and Lucas had chosen to spend their Sunday afternoon at the children's museum. They'd been walking hand-in-hand through the crowded dinosaur exhibit when the young boy suddenly darted forward and pulled his hand free from her own. "Luke! ...Lucas!" She called after him, accustomed but irritated by his tendency to run off on his own until she heard him shout and realized who he'd spotted from across the room: Deion. Of course. Camila hurried after her son, sporting an apologetic look that almost verged on embarrassed as they came to a stop in front of Lucas' teacher and two young girls who bore a clear familial resemblance to the man. "I am so sorry," she apologized to the man who was now kneeling on level with her son. "We're obviously still working on learning boundaries." She roughed the boy's hair a bit, relieved when Deion appeared unbothered by their sudden run-in, and feeling a slight flutter in her stomach that she couldn't quite place when his gaze connected with her own and he teased - or so she assumed - that his day was improved by their presence.
They walked together through the rest of the exhibit, the children automatically flocking to one another as they bounced from display to display and ogled over the fossils. Camila and Deion hung behind, picking a leisurely pace while they kept an eye on the kids.
"Mom! Mom!" Lucas suddenly broke away from the trio to tug at the waist of her skirt, his eyes glowing with excitement. "Yes? Yes?" She playfully matched his tone, her lips curling up into a smile. "Can we go play?" He jutted his finger toward the massive indoor playground that was looming in the distance - one that she knew the kids could easily spend hours inside of without batting an eye - and glanced toward Deion for approval before answering. He gave a gentle smile and a why not kind of shrug to which Camila nodded and shifted her attention back to her eagerly-waiting son. "Go on, have fun," all three of the children squealed with excitement, announcing a race to the slide. "Stay with the girls, Lucas. Don't go running off." Camila called after him, watching as they all nearly piled on top of each other when they reached the base of the aforementioned slide.
Deion and Camila found an empty table at the neighboring cafe, their seats easily overlooking the playground so they could keep an eye on the kids, and Camila's gaze drifted toward the nearby coffee bar. She noticed Deion's gaze following and nodded toward it, a smile coming to her lips. "Can I... return the favor?" She lifted herself from her seat when he agreed, returning mere moments later with a coffee and a caramel latte.
She curled her fingers delicately around the base of her cup, enjoying its warmth against her fingers, and glanced from the playground back to the man sat directly across from her. "They're so well-behaved," she praised, noting the difference in behavior and energy levels between the two girls and her son. "Are they your daughters?"
