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in a thousand years, in a million lifetimes, i'll always choose you
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AGE 25, PRONOUNS HE/HIM, JOB PAWFFEE STAFF
CLASSIFICATION HUMAN, SOURCE VOLTRON
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Post by MATTHEW HOLT on Sept 1, 2017 20:23:51 GMT
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NOTES: my teeth are gonna hurt from all this sugar.
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There was something unnaturally safe about being in Shiro's arms. Matt smiled a little as he was pulled into a hug and listened to him quietly. The embrace was soft and warm, a quiet desperation in his words that Matt was happy to soothe. There were many things that he didn't say but he meant every word of the promise. Distantly, Matt could remember a time when he saw his parents talking to one another. His father promising that he'd love his mother no matter what and holding her close. Looking to the back of Shiro's head, the corners of his lips quirked up as he pressed a kiss to his neck.
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"Okay," he said softly. He held Shiro and rubbed his upper back while basking in a soft moment that he would've done anything to keep. However, life seemed to take hold and remind them that there were other things to take care of. Matt sniffed and opened his eyes, glancing at the pan just as Shiro seemed to notice and quickly tried to put out what could've become a fire hazard.
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Looking at the burnt crepe, Matt snorted and laughed. He stepped closer to nestle his fingers in Shiro's hair and bring him into a kiss.
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"Sure."
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His hands carressed his face, another kiss pressed to his nose before Matt gestured to the burnt crepe.
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"That one is mine though. You get the other one."
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He spent some time eating the food that the Galra would give them to keep their strength up. TO say that his stomach would take about anything would've been an understatement but he didn't need to tell Shiro that.
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"And y'know, if we spent the early morning in bed, we could've discussed a lot."
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Matt winked at him and snickered.
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"Man, I can't wait to get a bed big enough for both of us. I get to wake up to you anyway, but this'll be a little different. You'll be right by me."
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His arms folded over his chest as he stared ahead, at what, he couldn't say. But he could remember laughing with Shiro when they were younger, waking up and looking at him from across the room and feeling something. Like that was where he always wanted him to be.
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"Right where you belong," he said absentmindedly.
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AGE 25, PRONOUNS HE/HIM, JOB PAWFFEE STAFF
CLASSIFICATION HUMAN, SOURCE VOLTRON
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Post by MATTHEW HOLT on Sept 1, 2017 20:14:10 GMT
[nospaces][googlefont=Roboto:400,700|Poppins:400,600,900] [attr="class","jarbtg"] [attr="class","jarbtgh"] [attr="class","jarbtgtri"] [attr="class","jarbtgicon"] [attr="class","jarbtgminilyr"]no weapons formed [break]against me shall [break]ever prosper or [break] [attr="class","jarbtglyr"]WIN [attr="class","jarbtgnotes"]
NOTES: more questions and trying to be careful, good job matt.
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Matt nodded and took a seat on the bench next to her. It alleviated the weight off of his legs and as his back sagged against it, he realized just how tired he was. The run took him farther than it normally did and for a longer period of time than what he was accustomed to. Come to think of it, he was able to go for a longer period of time than usual. Shiro might like this newfound stamina, he thought with a sly internal grin that he was careful not to show on his face. Hanako still seemed unsure of him and when he glanced over at her, she seemed ready to bolt.
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Conversation, conversation.
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He idly reminded himself that talking often took two people but when it came to someone so skittish, it might be wise to take a bit of care with his words. But before he could open his mouth, she asked him a question that made his blond run cold. Arms crossing behind his head, he gave a cursory glance towards the looming city and thought about it.
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"I'm not sure," he said. "Somewhere along the line, I stopped keeping track on how long I've been on the island and just focused on when I needed to be up for work."
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In truth, he didn't want to konw how long he'd been there. Originally he'd been so alone and just counting the days would've made it harder. Matt chose to focus on the little things and embrace the fact that life wouold continue on whether he wanted it to or not.
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Giving her a sideways glance, he smiled with a light shrug.
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"How long have you been on the island and if I may ask, why is it weird?"
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Of course, being uprooted from your home and placed in an unknown place was a feeling he knew all too well. But everyone's experience was different.
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AGE 25, PRONOUNS HE/HIM, JOB PAWFFEE STAFF
CLASSIFICATION HUMAN, SOURCE VOLTRON
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Post by MATTHEW HOLT on Aug 31, 2017 4:46:08 GMT
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NOTES: yep, just cried.
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From years of saying whatever came to mind and realizing the folly of his actions a little too late, Matt knew what that tell-tale silence meant. He glanced over his shoulder at his boyfriend and frowned. Shiro's eyes seemed unfocused and his hand was making the same circular motions on the pan without signs of stopping. He looked between Shiro's hand to his eyes then muttered a curse underneath his breath. It was just his luck that he managed to say something romantic but with a pun that upset him.
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He finished slicing the remaining strawberries and set them inside of a bowl. But as he turned to face Shiro, the other man started talking again, this time with a smile. It should've made Matt's chest feel warm to see Shiro smiling but there was something behind it. The way his words trailed off, the things that he didn't say made Matt feel more than what he did say. For a few minutes, Matt mimed open his mouth to speak then closing it again.
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The bowl of sliced strawberries was sat on the counter near Shiro but Matt took a stand on his right. Looking at his arm, Matt raised a hand and placed it against the cool metal. "Y'know, I always heard that you're supposed to eat a light breakfast after coming back from running," Matt said with a little hum. "So warning, this is about to get a little heavy."
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His own joke fell flat on his ears as he sighed and moved to wrap an arm around Shiro's waist.
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"I know about your nightmares, Takashi. I've seen you when you work yourself through them. You leave the room sometimes so that you don't wake me up but I always notice. And trust me, with this metal leg of mine, I doubt I'm the person you want to cuddle with when it's cold out."
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Matt looked up at him and rubbed his lower back.
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"But you're the one I want to cuddle with. And when the two of us are.." he spared a glance towards Lance and Keith's door to make sure that it was closed. Botching this moment would decide how the rest of their day would've went and he'd rather a genuine smiling Takashi. "Intimate. You're the one I want to touch, no matter how cold you might be. What I said was a touch thoughtless, and even if it was a joke, I am sorry."
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Matt raised his hand to touch the back of Shiro's neck to garner his attention from the slowly browning crepe. "You're not a burden on me, Takashi. You've changed but so have I. And I want you and all your imperfections, no matter what they are. So, let's make a promise, okay? No one has to know about it. Not Lance, not Keith, not even Katie. Just you and me."
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He smiled a little.
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"I'll always be here to help you through your nightmares. I'll hold you even when it's cold outside and your arm and my leg are like ice. I'll do it, as long as you're there to do that for me too."
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The smile broadened.
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"Promise?"
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AGE 25, PRONOUNS HE/HIM, JOB PAWFFEE STAFF
CLASSIFICATION HUMAN, SOURCE VOLTRON
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RECENT
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Post by MATTHEW HOLT on Aug 30, 2017 18:50:52 GMT
[nospaces][googlefont=Roboto:400,700|Poppins:400,600,900] [attr="class","jarbtg"] [attr="class","jarbtgh"] [attr="class","jarbtgtri"] [attr="class","jarbtgicon"] [attr="class","jarbtgminilyr"]no weapons formed [break]against me shall [break]ever prosper or [break] [attr="class","jarbtglyr"]WIN [attr="class","jarbtgnotes"]
NOTES: let the fluff begin.
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"Matthew is fine," he replied with a nod. "A lot of my friends call me Matt."
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She seemed so flightly as if she was going to run away at any minute. He spared a little smile to be as reassuring as possible. However, only some higher being would know what is going on in Hanako's head. So Matt settled on shifting his weight from one foot to the other and relying on the fact that he might not be able to navigate this safely. But he might be doing something good by trying to navigate it at all.
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He looked around and then back to her.
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"I'm not entirely caught up on eastern culture as of late, but Ikezawa-san, that'd be the correct way to address you?"
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Matt studied various things but he was always preparing to go to space. Not the eastern hemisphere of the world where everything was far more polite but more confusing than the western side. Most of the time, he only went to Europe to visit his extended family and that was for hot summers and cold winters.
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"Do you mind if I sit?"
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in a thousand years, in a million lifetimes, i'll always choose you
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AGE 25, PRONOUNS HE/HIM, JOB PAWFFEE STAFF
CLASSIFICATION HUMAN, SOURCE VOLTRON
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RECENT
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Post by MATTHEW HOLT on Aug 30, 2017 7:18:08 GMT
[nospaces][googlefont=Roboto:400,700|Poppins:400,600,900] [attr="class","jarbtg"] [attr="class","jarbtgh"] [attr="class","jarbtgtri"] [attr="class","jarbtgicon"] [attr="class","jarbtgminilyr"]no weapons formed [break]against me shall [break]ever prosper or [break] [attr="class","jarbtglyr"]WIN [attr="class","jarbtgnotes"]
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Matt grinned at the confused twinge to Shiro's voice and snickered quietly as he pressed his face against his back. Cute would've been an understatement. Many of the admirers who watched Instructor Shirogane believed that he wasn't even human. He was incapable of flaws and made in the image of a god. And at one point, if Matt hadn't gotten to know him, gotten to know his fears and his ambitions and his flaws then he would've believed it as well. But they weren't the ones who got to see Shiro early in the morning.
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Who noticed when he slept like the dead, bundled underneath blankets, arms wrapped around himself like he wanted to be held or hold something. They didn't see when a crease would form on his brow during a nightmare. When he woke up in cold sweats and shook only to return back to bed. Always quiet, never voicing it aloud, but Matt was there. He was a rather light sleeperespecially since Katie had a habit of pranking him when they were kids.
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So he saw.
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He didn't say it out loud or confront him but he was there to help him through it.
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Takashi would never be a--
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His train of thought came to a screeching halt as Shiro spun around in his grasp. His hands drawing back from the sudden movement, Matt's eyes widened as he was held at spatula point. Laughter threatened to bubble from his chest but was caught in his throat after a quick tap to his rear end. Cheeks reddening, Matt stuck his tongue out at Shiro.
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"Y'know you have to cook another one with that," he chided teasingly. "And c'mon, I'm already serving time."
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Shiro turned back to his work and Matt took the opportunity to pat his butt in passing. "Let's see, I think it's been about seven years that we've known each other," he mused while shuffling around in the refrigirator. There were a lot of things inside but they were all still growing and prone to snacking from time to time. Once he found the strawberries, he shut the fridge and continue talking. "Five years since we started dating, that's a pretty long sentence for the crime of loving someone."
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Matt knelt down to find a cutting board, washing the strawberries, a knife and a board before setting to work.
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"Also, I've been thinking, would you want to share a bed?"
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AGE 25, PRONOUNS HE/HIM, JOB PAWFFEE STAFF
CLASSIFICATION HUMAN, SOURCE VOLTRON
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Post by MATTHEW HOLT on Aug 30, 2017 5:35:41 GMT
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Matt would've done anything in the world to make Takashi Shirogane laugh again. The sound made his face redden and the kiss left Matt speechless. While Shiro's back was turned, he touched his warm cheek and felt the space where his lips once were. Call him a romantic but he could never get used to the feeling of Shiro's affection. Strike that, he didn't want to get used to it. There was a simple pleasure in finding every kiss making his heart race like their first. Something cheesy about taking pleasure in his quiet smiles and soft rumbling laughter.
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Numbly, Matt registered what Shiro was saying and snickered. With the amount of "awestruck" he was feeling it would've been hard for him to let go if Shiro hadn't moved away first. So he stood up, stretched and tried to cool down his face before following him into the kitchen. Lance and Keith's room door was still closed and the apartment was left in a sweet silence. And although Matt knew how to cook himself, he was content watching Shiro go through the motions.
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The tiled floor felt cold under his feet as he walked over and looped his arms around Shiro's waist, pressing a soft kiss to his back. "It was nice," he mumbled against his skin. "The island is so quiet early in the morning, it felt like I was the only one here." Although the words were said lightly, there was a twinge of fear in Matt's chest. He remembered when the apartment was truly quiet and almost devoid of life. He held a fistful of Shiro's shirt and nuzzled his face against his back.
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"As creepy as it sounds, you're cute when you're sleeping."
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He hummed and traced circles on his boyfriend's stomach. "Got anything you want me to do?"
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AGE 25, PRONOUNS HE/HIM, JOB PAWFFEE STAFF
CLASSIFICATION HUMAN, SOURCE VOLTRON
14
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Matt breathed a sigh as his steps slowed. The downside of doing jogs around the island was that no matter how many he did, it always left him breathless. Hands settled on his hips as he arched his back to loosen up his muscles, a paper floated in front of him. Before the wind could swipe it into another direction he reached out to grab it and turned it over from one side to the other. The park was a place that a lot of people visited to read or have alone time, so someone was missing this.
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Scanning people nearby, he noticed a girl who seemed like she wanted to make herself smaller by the second. A little smile formed as he walked over to hold the paper out to her.
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"Did you lose this?" He asked. If she took the paper, he would've retracted his hand and stuffed it in his pocket. Taking a seat next to her on teh bench would've seemed too informal and standing in front of her like this would've been irritating. So he settled on taking a few steps back and keeping his hands tucked in the pockets of his slacks.
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"My name is Matthew Holt, it's nice to meet you."
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He wracked his brain for any memory of her. Though careful not to look too much, he could see that her skin was scarred possibly from a severe burn. And he had many scars himself though not any that would've been so noticeable.
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"Are you new to the island? I don't think I've seen you around before."
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AGE 25, PRONOUNS HE/HIM, JOB PAWFFEE STAFF
CLASSIFICATION HUMAN, SOURCE VOLTRON
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POSTS
RECENT
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Post by MATTHEW HOLT on Aug 30, 2017 3:19:28 GMT
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The last thing that Matt would've expected him to do upon waking up was lean against him. His heart stuttered and eyes widened as Shiro's forehead came in contact with his shoulder. Now acutely aware of his breathing, the damp shirt clinging to his frame, and the warmth of Shiro's breath -- Matt was stunned in silence. A part of him melted at knowing that Shiro missed him and he wanted to point out that they'd seen each other before bed the night before. However, he couldn't get enough of seeing him.
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"Did you even have to ask?" Matt said as he nestled his fingers in Shiro's hair. It was soft. And he wasn't sure how Shiro's hair could be so soft when he hadn't seen him use any products or strange remedies like Lance. It was like he was naturally perfect. "I could never say no to you." And he couldn't. Matt knew that, he'd known since he first saw Takashi Shirogane. Knew it since he fell in love with his eyes.
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Matt shifted to rest on his knees, leaning away enough to where he could see those eyes.
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Were they violet?
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Were they grey?
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Maybe black like the suit of armor he wore (around his heart or to shield his body, the distinction was never made clear.)
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Touching Shiro's cheek, tracing his way from his cheekbone to the scar across his nose, Matt remembered. A time where there wasn't a haunting look in those eyes. Where Shiro's laughter was brighter and he only leant on him when he needed a hand back to their room.
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Those days were long gone but Shiro was right here. Always right here.
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"Can you tell that I'm thinking too much?" He muttered quietly, enough for him to hear, but soft enough like a secret only for them. "I did go running and I missed you too, Takashi."
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His gaze flicked from Shiro's eyes to his lips then back, putting their foreheads together as he smiled.
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"We have a few hours before we have to open up shop, even more time before the fearsome twosome get up," Matt said.
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They may have changed but there were some things that would never grow old.
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"So, what's the plan Captain?"
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AGE 25, PRONOUNS HE/HIM, JOB PAWFFEE STAFF
CLASSIFICATION HUMAN, SOURCE VOLTRON
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The sun hadn't even peeked over the horizon when Matt's internal alarm clock woke him from his sleep. The numbers on his alarm clock read 4:56 AM and he rolled onto his side for a bit more sleep. Efforts futile, he kicked off the blanket and climbed out of bed, careful to leave as he could hear the gentle breathing across the room. He slipped into his shoes, pulling on his exercise clothes and tying his hair back in a small pony-tail. After opening the door, the artificial light from the light in the hallway filled the room and he could barely make out the outline of Takashi Shirogane.[break][break]
His heart swelled as he watched the other man's chest rise and fall as he slept.[break][break]
While one foot was out of the door and the other was inside, Matt was conflicted on where he wanted to go. But he tore his gaze away from Takashi's sleeping form and gently slid the door shut as to not disturb him or the others in their shared apartment. Keith and Lance should've been asleep in the room nearest to them but he wasn't going to intrude in their space out of curiosity. So Matt left quickly and quietly, going on his jog around the island and taking care not to fall or take any unknown routes.[break][break]
Once he returned, the sun was beginning to rise and his hair had long since fallen out of its ponytail. Jacket and shirt abandoned, he stretched and wiped the bit of sweat on his hands against his tank top. He'd probably need a shower after this but first things first.[break][break]
When he opened the door to his room, a fond smile formed as he could see Takashi clearly now. Part of him wanted to leap on the bed and shake the other man awake but who knows how much fear that would induce. But as he came closer to stand near Takashi's bed, he couldn't bring himself to wake him up. His breathing was even, his facial features relaxed and he seemed so at peace.[break][break]
Matt's gaze softened and he would've melted right then and there.[break][break]
Kneeling down, he placed a hand on Takashi's shoulder and spoke softly.[break][break]
"Hey, it's time to get up," he said. "C'mon Shiro.."
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AGE 25, PRONOUNS HE/HIM, JOB PAWFFEE STAFF
CLASSIFICATION HUMAN, SOURCE VOLTRON
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Post by MATTHEW HOLT on Aug 28, 2017 2:58:28 GMT
stuff will go here.
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AGE 25, PRONOUNS HE/HIM, JOB PAWFFEE STAFF
CLASSIFICATION HUMAN, SOURCE VOLTRON
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RECENT
FUNDS
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Post by MATTHEW HOLT on Aug 28, 2017 1:18:50 GMT
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( AUGUST) WITH Takashi Shirogane[googlefont=Oswald:300,400,500] [googlefont=Hammersmith One] [newclass=.burenaiai]background-color:#ffffff;border:solid 1px #eeeeee;padding:4px;width:452px;[/newclass] [newclass=.burenaiai2]border:solid 1px #eeeeee;background:#f9f9f9;padding:30px;[/newclass] [newclass=.burenaiaiimg]height:100px;width:100px;padding:19px;background-color:#ffffff;border:solid 1px #eeeeee;border-radius:100%;[/newclass] [newclass=.burenaiaiimg img]height:100px;width:100px;border-radius:100%;[/newclass] [newclass=.burenaiaitop]font:25px Oswald;line-height:25px;letter-spacing:-1px;padding-bottom:11px;color:#494949;color:#cccccc;[/newclass] [newclass=.burenaiaitop b]font:25px Oswald;line-height:25px;color:#999999[/newclass] [newclass=.burenaiaitop2]border:solid 1px #eeeeee;background-color:#ffffff;padding:14px;font:10px Hammersmith One;line-height:10px;color:#cccccc;text-transform:uppercase;text-align:justify;[/newclass] [newclass=.burenaiaimid]background-color:#999999;padding:20px 25px 20px 0px;color:#ffffff;font:10px Hammersmith One;line-height:10px;margin:20px 0px;[/newclass] [newclass=.burenaiaimid span]padding-left:25px;[/newclass] [newclass=.burenaiaimid i]padding-right:5px;[/newclass] [newclass=.burenaiaibot]border:solid 1px #eeeeee;background-color:#ffffff;padding:29px;padding-bottom:24px;[/newclass] [newclass=.burenaiaibot2]height:30px;padding:5px 10px 5px 10px;font:10px Hammersmith One;line-height:10px;color:#bbbbbb;text-align:justify;margin-bottom:5px;text-transform:uppercase;[/newclass] [newclass=.burenaiaibot3]float:left;height:40px;width:38px;padding-left:2px;background-color:#999999;color:#ffffff;font-size:17px;line-height:43px;text-align:center;margin:-5px 15px -5px -10px;[/newclass] [newclass=.burenaiaibot2 h1]font:18px Oswald;color:#494949;line-height:19px;[/newclass] [newclass=.burenaiaibot2 a]font:10px Hammersmith One;line-height:10px;color:#bbbbbb!important;[/newclass] [newclass=.burenaiaibot2 i]padding:0px 5px 0px 3px;[/newclass] |
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in a thousand years, in a million lifetimes, i'll always choose you
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AGE 25, PRONOUNS HE/HIM, JOB PAWFFEE STAFF
CLASSIFICATION HUMAN, SOURCE VOLTRON
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Post by MATTHEW HOLT on Aug 26, 2017 6:54:55 GMT
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[attr="class","rcapptop"] [attr="class","rcappimg"] [attr="class","rcapptop2"] MATTHEW HOLT |
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The Galra aren't very gracious hosts and might've beaten all the wit out of me if not for the freedom fighters.[break][break] I don't know much about them or where they came from but they got me off the ship. Everything else you wouldn't believe. Fighting, training, setting people free from camps, it was awesome![break][break]
Then at some point, I just fell.[break][break]
I don't know what it was. [break][break] I must've lost consciousness because the last thing I remember was just falling.[break][break]
Now, I was never much of a swimmer so when I woke up spluttering around in water, it was pretty scary. [break][break]
Hang on.[break][break]
You guys told me that this is Tomodachi Island, right?[break][break]
Well, if it's an alternate universe or a place where people just appear, then are my friends here?[break][break]
Is Katie here?[break][break]
Our parents?[break][break]
Takashi?
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HAND TO HAND COMBAT
Sometimes, when you don't have a weapon on hand, you'll have to use the two that you were born with. Matt learned how to fight hand to hand through practice. And by practice, it was mostly getting slapped around and pushed around until he figured out how to stay light on his feet and strike when necessary.[break][break]
POLEARM TRAINING
It's a weapon with enough reach and mobility to serve a purpose in fighting. And although Matt didn't want to learn how to fight and didn't think he needed to, the Galra are ruthless. Or at least most of them are. And to live long enough you have to learn how to fight hard enough.
Even if there is a chance you'll really get hurt.[break][break]
IMPROVISATION
He's a quick thinker and can make up anything while on his feet. It takes a bit of work and brain power but when you're in a life or death situation, there's no time to hesitate. Matt also knows how to lie faster and slicker than he'd ever been able to do on Earth. However, he's not sure if that would save him in the face of his parents. Or Katie.[break][break]
PUBLIC SPEAKING
Most of the time, he'd prefer for someone else to be in the center stage. But sometimes you just have to speak out and say what is on your mind rather than just stay quiet. So Matt speaks up as much as he can and is comfortable with talking in front of a group of people. Sometimes he'll crack a joke or make a quip that some people will get and it helps him to ease the mood. [break][break]
SOCIALIZATION
Matt is a social butterfly. He doesn't necessarily attract other people to him but he is okay with talking to others. Sometimes he compliments their clothes, other times he makes quips or jokes to lighten the mood. He's pretty good at reading the air and saying something to alleviate the stress of a situation. [break][break]
DANCING
It's important to be able to sweep someone off their feet and Matt can tap dance his way into anyone's heart. He's learned how to ball room dance, tap dance, and even do a bit of ballet. The last was for Katie's benefit as his mom thought she would be interested in it and she wouldn't try it if he didn't go along with her. To be honest, Matt does enjoy dancing and often does it when music has a nice beat and he just wants to move.[break][break]
COOKING
His mom always told him that the quickest way to someone's heart was through their stomach. Anatomically speaking, that wouldn't be correct but he could understand the sentiment of it all. Matt learned how to make a variety of meals especially to keep his little sister fed and happy while their parents were busy. Nowadays, sometimes he just makes things to feel more at home.[break][break]
KNOWLEDGE OF BOTANY
Working in a place that sells flowers often means that you have to be prepared to answer the tough questions and sometimes put together a nice bouquet. He spent hours learning about flowers, their meanings, and how to take care of them to make sure that the shop wouldn't fall apart at the seams. [break][break]
KNOWLEDGE OF ASTROPHYSICS & BIOLOGY
Astrophysics and Biology were Matt's favorite subjects when he was growing up. His dream was to become an astronaut and see things that no one else had done before. He did end up achieving that dream but it cost him a lot more than just a little time off Earth.[break][break]
KNOWLEDGE OF TECHNOLOGY & MACHINERY
Technology is what makes the world go round in some ways. Well, not technically. However Matt doesn't let that stop him from enjoying the simple pleasures of 1's and 0's. He loves tinkering with things and making new inventions that have never been used by anyone else before. His mom often called him her "little inventor" and when his sister was born, he abandoned the title to give to her.[break][break]
ALIEN CYBERNETIC(?) PROSTHETIC LIMB
Referencing back to the things that he lost due to wanting to achieve his dreams. It was his leg. His left one to be exact that he can often feel phantom pains from. Matt isn't sure how they took it or how much of a fight he put up to keep it but the pains are still there. And the regret. Always the regret.[break][break]
ABLE TO MAKE A MEAN CUP OF JOE
Sometimes, you just gotta know what you're doing when you join a business. Matt spent hours on end learning how to make the perfect drinks so every time someone visited the cafe, they'd feel at home. He doesn't make it for himself (preferring instant coffee when he's working) but it does help to know what you're doing when you're helping to run a business.
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I'M MATTHEW HOLT, AND THE WHOLE "APPEARING SOMEWHERE UNKNOWN" THING IS GETTING OLD.
When he opened his eyes, the vast sky above him wasn't that of a foreign planet or the endless expanse of space.[break][break]
It was bright blue with wispy clouds and a blinding star otherwise known as the sun.[break][break]
He blinked once and then twice until his vision came into focus. The sound of crashing waves and water running over his legs sending shivers down his spine. This all had to be a dream. Some mirage that he'd just wake up from when he closed his eyes again. But no matter how long he laid there, he wouldn't wake up. His bones ached and there was a heavy weight on his chest as he turned over onto his stomach and slowly crawled onto his knees.[break][break]
Swaying from side to side, he peered up at skyscrapers and a busy city. There were some people walking along the shoreline who took notice of him only to stop to talk on their phones. A few came over to help him to his feet and tried to keep him awake for awhile longer. And out of reflex, he tried to break free of their grasp only to collapse to his knees.[break][break]
His mind was spinning and filled with a clouded haze that wouldn't alleviate no matter how many times he tried to shake it away. Two people seized his arms and hauled him to his feet. His head bobbed as he tried to stay conscious but eventually the darkness won out and he fell limp in their grasp.[break][break]
When he awoke, he was in a nice room. [break][break]
The bed was soft and plush. His staff was leaning against the wall along with his cloak. And from the looks of it, no one else lived here.[break][break]
He left the room he was in and peered around.[break][break]
Everything seemed normal. In place even without anything out of the ordinary.[break][break]
And that was unnerving.[break][break]
Where were the aliens that he'd come to call his friends?[break][break]
Where was the view of outer space from his window?[break][break]
Where was he?[break][break]
And just as the last thought left his mind, someone knocked on the door and a man in a white coat (a doctor presumably) entered tentatively.[break][break]
"Matthew Holt?"[break][break]
He nodded. That was his name. Though it was a long time since someone asked for it.[break][break]
"It's a pleasure to meet you, welcome to Tomodachi Island."[break][break]
IF YOU DON'T MIND, I'D LIKE TO KEEP THE ROOM OPEN FOR THREE PEOPLE.
The doctor sat in the living room while explaining what was going on. But the first thing that Matt wanted before he took this all in was a grilled cheese sandwich. He hadn't had one in so long and this was the perfect opportunity to take interest in one of Earth's delicacies. So while he cooked and rummaged about in the kitchen, the doctor went on to explain the situation to him. People had been showing up on the shore for some time and most claimed to be from another world. [break][break]
Well, that at least cleaned up the possibility of this being a world in the Milky Way galaxy.[break][break]
So he was in another dimension that served as a central hub for others to be pulled into based on randomization.[break][break]
"Well, this isn't the weirdest thing I've been through," he said between bites. "Thanks for telling me though."[break][break]
He missed the doctor's wide-eyed expression as he turned on his heel to find a glass to put milk in.[break][break]
"I'd like to keep this room open for three more people. Preferably my family but if someone I know comes along, it'd be good if we stuck together."[break][break]
EVERYONE IN THE GARRISON LOVED HIM. THEY LOOKED UP TO HIM AS A HERO.
The neighbors came over from time to time to talk to him. Some of them came baring gifts while others had homemade cooking to help him settle in. Matt couldn't remember the last time that he had so many people in his home aside from family reunions or the days in the mess hall with the freedom fighters. All of the laughter and talking was nice especially when there were people who had similar experiences to his own. They asked him about his world and where he'd come from. The places that he's seen, the things that he's done.[break][break]
And he told them all about the Garrison.[break][break]
All about Takashi Shirogane, and smiled as they ooh'd and aah'd at his feats.[break][break]
He told them about Keith Kogane and Lance McClain, Hunk Garrett, and of course -- Katie Holt.[break][break]
It felt nice telling others about the people that he loved with all of his heart.[break][break]
It was nice knowing that someone else would remember them even if they weren't around to know how much they were missed. [break][break]
IF HE'S A HERO THEN I'M JUST THE SIDEKICK.
Matt was still in the habit of exercising and training his body. Sometimes in the morning, he would sneak out before dawn and go on a run around the island. It helped him learn the lay of the land but also get a bit of space between himself and the locals. They were nice peopel and looked after him as if he was one of their own. But he couldn't help but feel a hollowness in his chest after the welcoming party had ended. When his apartment was empty with only the sounds of those near him, full of joy and laughter, while he was stuck watching television and reading a sci-fi novel.[break][break]
Of course, he missed his life where he was always on the move and seeing new things with the people that he loved.[break][break]
But he also missed the familiarity of home. Of being with the people that made sense to him. That knew him and loved him without having to get to know him all over again.[break][break]
He missed Katie's sarcasm and tiny smiles.[break][break]
He missed his mom's eccentrics and laughter.[break][break]
He missed his dad's way of explaining things and touchiness.[break][break]
He missed Takashi.[break][break]
Matt wrapped his arms around his legs and buried his face against his knees. [break][break]
"I miss you," he muttered.[break][break]
BUT HE'D TELL ME THAT IT WASN'T TRUE. THAT I WAS JUST AS IMPORTANT AS HIM.
The feeling persisted for awhile.[break][break]
Matt did his best to rise out of bed, read the newspaper, go outside and learn about the world. But it felt like every new day was harder than the last to get up and do something with himself. He just wanted to see someone. Anyone that would remember who he was and where he'd come from and the things that he endured.[break][break]
But wishing for that was almost like wishing on a star and hoping that it hadn't died just yet and you were looking at the afterimage.[break][break]
"I miss you," he muttered for the umpteenth time before sleep took him away.[break][break]
AND Y'KNOW WHAT? I'D BELIEVE HIM. IF ANYTHING, I JUST WANTED TO BE WITH HIM.
Matt would never admit it but he had a dream.[break][break]
A dream that he was back on the rebel ship. Takashi was there with him and they fought side by side. It was exhilarating. It was different. It was new. And he remembered the small smiles they shared or the banter that always seemed to come naturally.[break][break]
Katie appeared in the dream and she rushed into his arms. He held her close and pressed his face against her hair. She was there. She was safe. Alive.[break][break]
There parents came along, telling him how proud they were.[break][break]
It was so sweet. So nice. So vivid that he didn't want to wake up. [break][break]
He just wanted to be with them.[break][break]
I HOPE KATIE IS OKAY. SHE ALWAYS HAS A KNACK FOR GETTING INTO TROUBLE.
Matt wasn't sure how he hadn't seen it before.[break][break]
Many of the people milling about were different from him but some were similar. They carried out their daily lives, going to work, going to school, and just interacting as if this was normal. Maybe some of them lived on the island for years while others assimilated to the way of life. Either way, Matt was certain that he stuck out like a sore thumb especially as he hadn't bothered to buy any new clothes besides the ones that he had.[break][break]
Going clothes shopping was different when it was just him.[break][break]
He didn't have Katie to make fun of his fashion sense or his parents to tell him that he looked good in everything, even if it might've been a lie.[break][break]
The bit of money that he had left over was used for clothes and food. Many of his neighbors gave him items to help him settle in but were otherwise carrying about in their daily lives just as he was supposed to.[break][break]
Just as he was meant to.[break][break]
I HOPE DAD AND MOM ARE SAFE. I HAVEN'T SEEN THEM IN SO LONG.
Matt wasn't sure what he wanted to do by himself.[break][break]
He spent most of his time studying or playing video games and learning new things. Anything that would keep his mind busy and his hands free of wringing themselves together in worry. Eventually, it became painstakingly obvious that he'd have to get an actual job if he wanted to continue supporting himself. Rent wasn't free and if he was going to pay rent for four people (including the three that weren't present), he'd have to find a source of income.[break][break]
Playing to his strengths, he taught martial arts classes in the local rec center.[break][break]
He was a substitute teacher at the local high school and sometimes subbed in as a P.E teacher at the grade school.[break][break]
Matt did little odds & ends jobs that often resulted in him having to use his tinkering skills and sometimes he came home so exhausted, he fell asleep in the walk way. But he always told himself that it was worth it. All of this was worth it. And he met so many people that there was no way it couldn't be, right?[break][break]
IF THEY HAD TO END UP ANYWHERE, I WISH IT WAS HERE. THAT WAY WE COULD ALL BE TOGETHER AND SAFE.
If someone would've told him that he'd wake up one day to find familiar faces on his doorstep after all that'd happen; he'd laugh.[break][break]
But he did.[break][break]
One by one, people that he knew from before started appearing and he couldn't help but feel elated. Laughter and tears were shed. Hugs were exchanged and talks about where people would stay or what they would do. He filled them in on as much as he could remember in a short time frame without overwhelming. There was so much that he could say. So much that they could do together now that they were together.[break][break]
But there was a feeling.[break][break]
A weight on his chest as he looked at them. Noticed the changes in their features, their demeanors, the way they look and saw the world.[break][break]
War changed all of them.[break][break]
Sometimes for the better, sometimes for the worst.[break][break]
GUESS I'M JUST BEING SELFISH, HUH?
There are moments where he looks back on the time that he wanted them all to be together. Everyone had been through so much and they deserved a reprieve but to be uprooted from their homes even more than they had been before. Somehow, Matt couldn't help but feel guilty for even wanting that to happen. A pact was made during an early shift at Pawffee while the others were getting ready and he was left alone to his thoughts. Even if this was never home, even if it couldn't be home, he'd do his best to make sure that they were as happy as possible.[break][break]
He'd do anything for the people that he loved.
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MATTHEW HOLT[break]
FROM VOLTRON: LEGENDARY DEFENDERS
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