. separation of things

[august de witte]

August lays there with one hand on his dog and the other on Teddi. He's usually one to fill the room with useless chatter, but around her he feels rather speechless. He listens to her and scrolls the tips of his fingers against her bare skin, his ears trying to decipher whether or not she was bullshitting him. “I'm only wanting you to know that it's not you, and I recognize that when people say that, they don't mean it. But I mean it,” he interrupts her, his arm falling lose from her shoulders to her waist as she sits up. Chills run up his spine when she pushes her plush lips to his neck and he looks up at her with blueish eyes, his eyebrows knit together with confused concern. As Teddi focuses herself on other areas, August lays there there watching her in silence. He's perplexed by her, his gaze following her perfectly manicured fingers as they stroke the speckled fur of the dog. Her long brown hair floated across his chest and he can't help reach his hand to kneed the nape of her neck with his fingers. When mentions that they're fine, the guilt sits in the pit of his stomach. But maybe he shouldn't, maybe he's stronger than he is. Perhaps he should give her the full credit of being fine. His hand pulls her closer to him and he lifts his upper body to meet his and her lips. The bareness of his clashes with the pillowy softness of hers for just a moment before he crashes back down on the bed. “I don't knoooow,” he speaks dramatically as he turns to the wall. ......................... notes: THIS IS SO SHIT music: iron fist

[teddi st. james]

The young woman is swept up momentarily in the kiss, only for it to be broken off and for the dark-haired boy turned to face away from her. It was quite comical, actually, to see him react in such a juvenile way, to literally turn from her because he couldn't accept a truth that he'd a hand in bringing to fruition. This was where Teddi was the most confused by August. People their age weren't often happy with commitment, and outright avoided it, but what August said never lined up with what he did. There he was, telling her that he was unsure, but then couldn't bring himself to get away from her. Not that she was complaining. With August, she enjoyed the sexual part of things, instead of adopting a cool indifference that she had with many of the guys she'd dated, Abel included. She was a princess, though she didn't like to be treated with fragility. Thankfully, they both were compatible in that way. "I know, babe, your life is literally so hard. " A slender hand reached to his shoulder and pulled him back so that he faced the ceiling. She took hold of his wrists and pinned them down at his sides, throwing a leg over him. She straddled him on the bed, but looked over at Bulleit and kissed to her. "Get him, Bulleit! You know, like, lick him?" Teddi tried the best she could to rouse the dog, but it simply panted and bat it's tail against their legs, quite content and happy to be sleeping on a human bed. Teddi looked down at August. "You're literally such a downer, you know? Prone to the dramatics. If anyone in here that's a princess it's you. Right Bulleit?" Still nothing. She leaned forward, releasing his wrists from his sides, and brushed her lips against his. When she pulled away, her mouth went to his ear."You're being ridiculous." ......................... notes: 2 PAAAAAIGE music: 2 chainz jk

[august de witte]

August liked the idea of having two things at once. In one hand, he would have Teddi to himself. He'd be hers and she'd be his, it would devastate him to see her with another guy. But in the other hand, he held onto the idea of no strings. No responsibility and the ability to act as selfishly as he wanted. He loved being around Teddi. Not just across the table at a family dinner. But he liked having her wake up next to him, and he liked her being up close to him. In this moment he was realizing that it would be especially difficult to give that up and if they were to have a legitimate break up, the severing of their “group” would be on him as he simply couldn't handle being around her and not having her. He closes his eyes tightly, like a child having a temper tantrum. He hears the amusement in Teddi's voice and it irks him, he dramatically wonders if she knows how actually difficult it is to be Augustus De Witte. Then she's taking advantage of his childish nature and his weak guard, he's pinned and she's crawling on top of him. The frown continues to sit steadily on his boyish features when she turns him, her enthusiastic cheering to Bulleit threatens its disappearance. His chest gets large as he fills it with air and huffs dramatically, “wrong. If anyone's a Princess it's fucking Elsa.. or is she Queen,” he fights her grip, “I don't know, I've never seen the movie.” He's released and her lips are quickly back on his, his hand reaches for the back of her neck and he pulls her tighter. When she calls him ridiculous he's tips his head into the side of her neck and shakes it. His upper body sits up and he brings her with him in his lap, his head falling into her miraculous chest and shaking once again. “I don't knoooow,” he claims once again, dotting her breasts with greedy kisses, “I can figure out how to hack the President's twitter but I can't figure out this.” ......................... notes: look at us goo music: NOTHING

[teddi st. james]

Teddi St. James was the least fragile with the group dynamic because she thought it was unbreakable, impermeable, that it could take whatever lashing the four of them gave it. As far as they were concerned, there was nothing they could do to make her love them no longer, to make her look at them any differently. Anything they'd have to do to shake her would have been wildly out of character, so when August and Nick waxed on about preserving their relationships with one another like a precious, fragile treasure, Teddi wanted to rip it from their hands and put it through the ringer just to prove it to them. This had gotten her into trouble on more than one occasion, but in her mind, she was still right. They'd survived this small hiccup, and still weren't out of it yet, according to August, and Teddi was no more afraid than she was before it had happened. The only love she really believed in was the love the four of them shared - a bond that was familial and friendly, and, at least where August was concerned, sexual. The young woman laughs, curling her hands around his neck as he sits up and brings her with him. "Nick made me watch it yesterday so I would have something in common with Naila. It's pretty good. A bit feminist. You'd hate it." Her breath hitches slightly, and she winds a hand up the back of his neck to tangle in his hair as his mouth drops to her chest. She leans a cheek against his forehead as he continues, unsure of why they were even fighting any longer. She places a hand under his shirt, pressing her warm palm to his bare chest. She pushes back from him so that she can see his eyes. "We really don't have to figure it out now. It doesn't have to be all or nothing. You're overthinking it. You're making it more complicated than it needs to be. It's pretty simple, actually." Teddi's hand comes out of his shirt and cups the side of his neck. She tips forward to kiss him, and it is her turn to be greedy, drawing herself flush against his chest. ......................... notes: 2 PAAAAAIGE music: 2 chainz jk

[august de witte]

As they aged and the group dynamic changed, August wondered if Teddi was right about the durability of the group. Nick and Corinne had happened some time ago, and although feelings with still tender with the petite blonde, they still remained a compatible foursome. Then there was August, whose need for fireworks and excitement, often led him and Nick into small or large fights about something stupid August said to rile him up. But they too, always came around. Theodora and August's relationship was nothing. He even thought that if any of the four of them had dated, then perhaps him and the brunette were best together. She could handle his quirks and pass them off as a need for attention, something which most women would quickly find annoying. For the third time he shakes his head, “I've seen it,” he sucks on her caramel skin and bridges his arms across her back. Her hands against his bare skin spreads goosebumps across his back, and he tips his head to look up at her. August inspects her features and is full of adoration. The fine freckles on her face look like splattered paint, falling so perfectly on the bridge of her nose to the apples of her cheeks. He feels sick again, but the type of nervous-excited sick that only Christmas day as a child would bring. His hands fall from her slim waist to her wide hips, fingers slipping between the fabric and gripping the bareness of her curves. “Okay,” greets her lips with a feverish intensity, his thumbs digging into her hips to bring her closer. “But,” he pulls away slowly, pecking her jaw slowly as if afraid to lose her. “I won't tell you if it's too much, you have to gauge it. I don't know how to stop.” ......................... notes: augdora music: iron fist

[teddi st. james]

It surprised her, when she became intimate with August in that way, how indulgent he was and it occurred to Theodora more than once that they were more alike than the rest of their friends. They were both privileged to a fault, used to getting their own ways, dramatic, fraught with bratty tendencies when they were pushed to do something they didn't want to do. The only real difference was that Teddi knew what she wanted instantly, where as August hummed and hawed over the smallest of choices and sometimes pretended to have no preference for things at all. Teddi couldn't go a single day without her hours planned out, kept neatly in a book at her writing desk. August could go days at a time, pushing off his responsibilities and pretending they didn't matter. At one time, Teddi thought he might have been her foil, but he wasn't when it got right down to the bare bones of things. "Fine," she said, with a light, contented sigh also parting from her lips all at once. "I'm capable of being the responsible one here. " When his hands touch her bare skin, she finds herself wanting to push the boundaries of what they would have considered appropriate. His urgency was met with her own, and she dipped her head to graze at the skin of his neck with her teeth. "There's only one thing I hate you for right now," she says, finding his mouth again, her own lips already swollen from kissing. "Is that you chose this fucking day to want to have make up sex. Break up sex? I don't think Nick or Elsa are going to appreciate you going to town on me. You should have come grovelling sooner." ......................... notes: they're augdoraBLE. music: i'm cooking.

[august de witte]

August was in every sense of the word, indulgent. In every aspect of his life. He can remember being put to bed by his parents, only to play Gameboy under his sheets till his eyes couldn't stay open any longer. In other instances, he couldn't just have one chip but he had to have the whole bag. Even more so, there was Teddi in this moment. She's like a slice of cake he just can't help himself to. Her lips are sugary and her skin like warm caramel, his hands want to run over every square inch of her body. The days without seeing her after having a week full of exposure have made him desperate for her. He kisses her deeply and urgently, his head moving side to side when she mentions hating something. “Shhhh, stop,” he peppers his lips from her neck to her chest, his fingers working her top off her torso. Then suddenly, he's back to reality. With his hands closed around her toned stomach, he considers her words. “Ugh,” he leans back from her, his eyes surveying the room. He's back in the moment. His walls, once covered in childish nerd paraphernalia are definitely covered in Princess Jasmine. The purple rug is more visible than before and his ass is sitting right on Queen Elsa's face. Then there's Bulleit, who he hasn't notice inch her way forward to set a paw on his lap. He huffs, pulling his hands from her chest to her thighs and giving them a quick massage before lightly slapping them. “You've ruined it,” he sighs, standing up and holding her tightly before settling her back on the ground. “Come on, let's do something. Anything.” ......................... notes: i'm sorry for these two paragraphs of nothing music: iron fist