could really use a wish right now [bazley]

[ELMO ASHLEY TRACE]

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[atrb=width,240] The door opened with little force, a soft, hushed chime announcing that yet another bookworm had entered the building. He pulled his grey jacket further around himself, fingers curling into the torn ends of the sleeves as he hastily made way towards the shelves, head down with his bangs in his face. It had been a few months since he first came to Manuka, yet he still felt out of place, uncomfortable. This bookstore was Elmo's special hiding place, where he could be himself, pick up a good book, and sit down without anyone to bother him. He could feel the air-conditioned air attacking his bare knees, glancing down at the multiple rips in his jeans. Man, did he look like he just got torn up by a cat recently. In a way, he was, since Honeybear had been quite aggressive that morning when he left to come here this morning. The young boy's steps are slow, paced, and steady as he browses the shelves packed to the very brim with books of all kinds, all genres, all authors. The sight brought a bright smile to his lips, feeling content to be surrounded by the things he loved so dearly. Today he felt like he needed a thriller, perhaps even a horror. He was feeling adventurous, so trying a new genre could be just what he needed. Elmo headed for the appropriate section, fingers skimming along the hardback and paper spines of the books. A certain book, standing with the entire cover on display, caught his eye, and he reached for it, eager to read the summary located on the back. And then his fingers brushed against someone else's hand, a dark blush flaring up on his cheeks as he pulled back quickly. "O-Oh! I'm s-sorry, s-sir," the boy said quickly, risking a glance up at the stranger.	[atrb=width,140] words , 306 words tagged , tasha and the lovely bazley calhoun <3 notes , OUTFIT dkldhdfdshm THE FIRST THREAD OF CALAMO YUSH
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[BAZLEY GASPARD CALHOUN]

Bazley had decided to go to the bookstore today because he needed some new horror novels. He was woefully low on good ones, and he had set out to mend that issue. He had come in and immediately headed to the horror, thriller, and suspense section. After a small while of perusing the shelves, he saw one book on display, and he realised that it was the new Stephen King novel he had been waiting for. He reaches for the book, and then suddenly, his hand brushes against another male's, who had been doing the same thing.

The male looks young, sweet and innocent and cute as well. The boy stammers out an apology, and Bazley worries that he had noticed the temperature of his skin. All firetamers have the temperature of a high fever commonly, since fire quite literally runs in their veins. After a moment, he realises that he's been simply looking at this boy, silently and with his hand still slightly outstretched. He shoves it in his pocket, blushing and looking away from the boy's eyes. "It's not your fault. I wasn't paying attention. I apologise for startling you."

Bazley flicks his hair out of his face, looking into the boy's eyes once again and realising they're a different colour when they aren't in his shadow. Silently, he makes a list in his head of all the colours this boy seems to have with each passing second:

• blue
  
• bright green
  
• hazel
  
• golden brown
  

Then, Bazley realises he is doing it again, staring and not speaking, and he clears his throat. "Hey, sorry, I just... You have beautiful eyes. They're captivating. My name's Bazley, by the way." He says, smiling a little shyly at this seemingly naïve and sweet boy. He would reach out his hand to shake the boy's, but the temperature thing holds him back from doing it since he has no idea if the boy knows about supernaturals or not, and he isn't going to take the risk. "So, you like Stephen King?"

[ELMO ASHLEY TRACE]

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[atrb=width,240] Elmo's thoughts were pretty much split in two for a few minutes. One one hand, he was fretting over the fact that the stranger's hand had been really warm, more so than the average human skin temperature should have been. Also on that hand he was scolding himself mentally; he shouldn't assume everyone with warm skin was a firetamer, one of the supernaturals that had fire running through their veins as replacement for blood. And on the other hand, his inner gay was telling him how attractive the man was, with his shaggy dark hair he felt the urge to stroke, just to see how soft it was. He had gorgeous blue eyes with a tint of green, and they were absolutely mesmerizing, as was that smile. He only realized the staring when the stranger looked away, and he averted his own gaze hastily, feeling his cheeks burn in embarrassment. "It's f-fine." The boy nervously fiddled with the split strings of the jacket's sleeves, glancing back up to find that the man was staring at him intently. Unknowingly, he watched him back, a little confused. What was so interesting about him? He was pretty plain, although.. well, his clothing was a bit tattered, but that didn't give anyone reason to stare at him. None. Which riled up his insecurities, and his gaze went back to the floor until the man spoke again. D-Don't worry ab-bout it, okay?" God, he hated it when people felt guilty around him. Glancing up, he felt his face flush a deeper shade when his eyes were complimented. He got that a lot, but he never really understood why people loved his eyes so much. They changed colors. Nothing very special there, right? "Um.. I'm.. I'm Elmo," the hunter said hesitantly, though didn't offer his hand either. Someone had broken his hand by tricking him into a handshake before, so he never shook unless asked or felt like he needed to. "It's a pleasure to m-meet you, Bazley." It was a little awkward for him to call an adult by their first name. Usually he learned a last name upon meeting, and they'd always receive the title of mister unless they requested to be called something else. Maybe Bazley just liked his first name. W-Well... Um..." Elmo brushed his bangs out of his eyes, self-consciously raking his fingers through the silky locks to make sure there were no knots, and just to give his hands something to do. "Actually.. I've never r-read anything by him b-before." He felt a little silly admitting that, especially after reaching for the same book as Bazley. Stephen King was a contemporary horror author. He's heard of the the man before, just never read any of his works, which he guessed were quite fascinating and chilling from the reviews he's seen. "Do y-you like him?" And there he went, asking a question, stammering and blushing like an absolute fool. Or a schoolgirl with an infatuation with an attractive male celebrity she knew she'd never have a chance with. Either way, this was wrong! He shouldn't be so interested in Bazley's business, or anything much else. A guy with another guy wasn't right, wasn't socially acceptable, and especially frowned upon by plenty of the jocks at his school. Well, that's what he thought anyways, since he'd been called a faggot too many times to count. El swallowed, though the lump in his throat remained, feeling his heartbeat pick up a little. These thoughts weren't right, not at all, but he couldn't prevent them.	[atrb=width,140] words , 587 words tagged , tasha and the lovely bazley calhoun <3 notes , OUTFIT awwhh this is so cute omfg <333
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[BAZLEY GASPARD CALHOUN]

Bazley smiles. "Elmo?" He repeats, his cheeks reddening slightly because if that isn't the cutest name I've ever heard, I'm not a firetamer. "That's a cute name. What's the story behind it, if you don't mind me asking?"

At Elmo's words, Bazley . "I love all of Stephen King's works. I hadn't realised his new book was out yet. If you're looking for some good horror novels, I have a lot at home. Um, we could meet at a coffee shop or you could come over to my place and you could borrow some. If you don't want to, I completely understand. I wouldn't like to be invited to a stranger's home, either. But I swear I'm not a creep."

Bazley thinks for a few small moments, doing his best to distract himself from the boy's appealing blush and sweet eyes. He's totally underage. He reminds himself, and then says, "Tell you what. I am going to give you my number and my address, and then I'm going to buy this book and go home to read it. So, if you want to read it or look through my books, feel free to call me or come by, and you'll be welcome there. You seem trustworthy, so I'm not too worried about you stealing anything."

Bazley to the boy, blushing slightly and then taking the book. He fishes around in his pocket for paper and a pen, finding a torn-off sliver of a favourite song of his and crossing that out, writing his full name, number and address neatly on the paper and handing it to Elmo. He then walks up to the check out counter, getting the book rung up and smiling politely at the cashier. Once he's finished, he turns and flashes a smile to the boy, waving and leaving the store.

[ELMO ASHLEY TRACE]

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[atrb=width,240] "Th-Thanks," he managed to stutter when Bazley told him he had a cute name. "Th-There's not much of a-a story to it, r-really. My.. My mom p-picked it out." His words were a little choked on that part, and he quickly averted his gaze, feeling the unshed tears began to prick at the corners of his blue eyes. If there was anything he missed the most, more than his silly chats with his sister, it was the comfort of Mama Marietta's arms. She had been so loving, so accepting, especially when he came out and told her he was gay, even if no one outside of their home knew it. But his family was gone. And that only reminded him why he was a hunter in the first place, despite his lack of desire for revenge. The flaming heat on his cheeks only increased when he was invited to have coffee or visit the man's place to read some books, though the butterflies in his stomach said he wanted nothing more than to accept that. His blush got much, much worse when Bazley went on to say that he would give Elmo his number and his address, in case he wanted to stop by to look at some books or just contact him. He could have sworn his heart almost stopped at that invitation. Goodness, he needed to keep his emotions better in check, or he'd have a heart attack. The boy must have stood there for almost half an hour, stunned with the piece of paper clutched in his fingers. That smile would kill him one day. He glanced down at the neat handwriting. Bazley Gaspard Calhoun.. What a lovely name. A small smile stretched his lips, and he bit down on the lower one gently, a bit conflicted. This was so wrong. Being the way he was so incredibly wrong, and he knew it, but couldn't fix it. And Bazley was so attractive, even if he was probably several years older. That was probably illegal, but did he want to take up that offer that was dangling in front of him. It's just a silly little crush. You'll get over it, like you always do, Elmo told himself, though that didn't stop him from carefully folding the paper and sticking it in his pocket, that smile still plastered to his face, the butterflies still having that fiesta of theirs in his stomach. He took a calming breath and found his way back to the front of the store, no longer in need for a book. He could just go to Bazley's to read one.	[atrb=width,140] words , 433 words tagged , tasha and the lovely bazley calhoun <3 notes , OUTFIT if you weren't in the chat, and you see this, just like pm me or something. i can start another thread over at baz's apartment to, you know, go off of his reply here? xD
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