Pure Fluff. Phillip is his usual adorkable self.
Ugh, today's been a long day. Actually now that I think of it, it's really been a long week, I think to myself as I walk home, putting my headphones in as I walk the streets. Wild world by Bastille came out recently, and I search up the soundtrack. Warmth starts to play.
"When the event happens, there is little time to think of those things that people would like to have remain private"
"Getting caught up in the circus-like atmosphere, feeling less responsible to conventional ethical practices”
I continue to walk, the music fills my ears, draws me out of this reality, back somewhere else...not quite an alternate reality, but somewhere in my head, not in the dark cold streets, not walking in the rain, not the threat of the oncoming night. Somewhere light, and serene, and warm.
I push open the door to my building and take out my headphones stuffing them in my coat pocket, then walk up the four flights of stairs to my floor, though I could have taken the elevator, but who wants to wait for it? I pull out my keys and stick it in the key hole, turning it until I hear a click sound. I shove open the white wooden door and walk in. Phillips sitting over in the kitchen on a stool looking at something with a mug in his hand.
“How'd you get in here?” I ask kicking off my shoes and putting my soaking wet jacket on the hook.
Phil turns around “I was here the entire time. I was just curled up under the covers this morning, and didn't have anything to work on at the college, so I just edited a paper due on Tuesday. And besides, I have a key. And you have a key to my house, so why'd you ask?” He smirks and take a sip of his drink. I walk over to him and lean on the counter, taking a peak in his cup. “It's over there.” He says pointing to a mug of hot chocolate, oh yay!
“How'd you get so adorable Phil?”
He shrugs.
We sit across from each other, going between staring and trying not to laugh. It's like when you have a staring contest with someone, you have the immediate urge to laugh or smile. “You look cold.” Phillip says “and wet.” I roll my eyes “well, I'll have you know that I'm both of them, as it is cold and rainy today Phil.” He laughs and gets up, walking over and gives me a hug. I wrap my arms around his lithe body and he places his head against my chest. “Your warm.” I murmur. “I know.”
I think back to the song,
“Hold me in this wild, wild, world
Cause in your warmth I forget how cold it can be
And in your heat I feel how cold it can get
Hold me in this wild, wild, world
Cause in your warmth I forget how cold it can be
And in your heat I feel how cold it can get
Now draw me close”
Phillip let's go of me and takes my hand with a grin and a gleam in his eye. He leads me out of the kitchen, and over to the door that leads to my bedroom. Kicks open the door not looking at it. I laugh slightly “oh shut up Ev.” And pulls me inside. He throws me on the bed, Phil even though he's rather small he's quite strong. I sit up slightly leaning against a pillow. Phillip sits on the bed and kisses me slightly “Phillip.” I gasp, “shhh.” He places a finger to my lips to put emphasis on his point. Then climbs in next to me, under the covers “warmer?” He asks laying against me, I run a hand along his back and pull him closer “yep.”
I think to Bastille, and Warmth, the lyrics make surprising sense based on today's events.
“Hold me in this wild, wild, world
Cause in your warmth I forget how cold it can be
And in your heat I feel how cold it can get
Hold me in this wild, wild, world
Cause in your warmth I forget how cold it can be
And in your heat I feel how cold it can get
Now draw me close.”
I sing it softly to myself as I drift off to sleep “your singing.” Phillip whispers to me words slightly slurred with sleep. “I know.” He looks up at me “wha are you singin?” He asks. “Warmth.” I reply. “By Bastille?” I nod. “Continue,” I smile.
And so I continue to softly sing, until my eyes close and I fall asleep at last.
Phillip is a pure dorky bean who really loves Everan and Ev loves him back with all his heart.
Until next time,
M
Phillip is good and pure. He seems to attract defender types.
ReplyDeleteHe is a smol precious bean. He does I guess, I don't really know what that means but Ev could be a defender.
DeleteAlso apparently Tufts insurance won't cover my surgery becaus they said it wasn't "medically nessecary" uuuuuuughhhghhhhh
Defender types are the people who always seek to protect others from harm. Some get kind of obsessive about it. They are usually found charging in at the first sign of danger and telling others to leave them. Generally, defender types start out as needing a hero, so that is what they become.
DeleteI guess you could consider Ev a defender type to some extent, though he doesn't seek to protect everyone from harm, like if a stuck up noble who deserves to be killed for the good of the people, so be it. But like Martin Septim (bastard son of emperor Uriel Septim and friend of Issy who turned into a dragon and banished a daedric prince back to oblivion ending the Septim line and the oblivion crisis also bringing his death) that he was sad/mad about. Everan was always one that didn't have a hero, had to do what he could to save himself. He doesn't really charge in at danger, he's a Spellsword who works as a double agent, not a warrior or cleric. So he stays either in the shadows with the rouges, or towards the back of the battle with the mage's, who sometimes move further up front when needed.
DeletePhillip is more of a scholarly type, he likes books, He likes books A LOT. Phil in the winter even dresses a bit like an old fashioned English professor, he has a shirt, sometimes a tie if he needs one, pants, shoes, occasionally a blazer if he has a meeting though usually he oversees junior researchers and does his own thing, and lastly, either a long toggle/pea coat or a trench coat. Fall and winter are his favorite seasons. And he'd rather stay at home and do his own thing than go out to a party or things like that, most of my OC's include a varying amount of this.