Post by sid on Apr 14, 2012 20:06:53 GMT -5
Sidney Miles Papadakis
GRADUATE, 27, ENERGETIC, SASSY, NAIVE, Matt Cohen, hartford
Sidney, or Sid for those in the know, did not grow up half as well as his parents might have liked him to. Maybe because he didn't have those partiqular units for a good chuck of his life. still doesn't be honest. and while no one really likes admitting that they gave fully and completely into every and all social stigmas, Sid had. He was an orphan kid, part of the quote unquote system, the sort that bounced his pretty as you please little backside from home to home, and family to family. and along the way he picked up at least sixty four different cultures and traits. nurture verses nature was and always will be quite the bitch. But somehow, through all that extracurricular parenting, he still remains a bit sweet, a touch naive and wholly sassy.
He's smart enough, as long as one doesnt look at his little brain under a microscope. with an easy smile and bright blue eyes that shine more often than not. and his temper is golden and everything that demands to be petted and coddled.
He went to high school, no big surprise here, graduated somewhere within the middle of his class with grades just right above average, but nothing too wonderful. enough though to help him get enrolled with in a community college for the required four years that it took to obtain his business degree.
one that he put to good use. on one not so sunny day as he was strutting all his stuff down the street, going, he couldn't even tell you where when a for sale sign caught his eyes. it was an impulse buy really, because no one really says they want to be an owner of a thrift store when they grow up.
but that was just what Sid ended up being.
and he had not regretted the choice. the clothing is unique and kinda stylish and he gets to dabble in fashion, making his very own designs, and that too played rather well for him.
his semi success has not, however, gone to his head, mostly because he's not smart enough to get just which way is up.
though now he maybe, just maybe, might be wanting to find his birth parents. just to ask them wtf is up.
The world still turned, seemingly unchanged and no more worse for the wear for all the fuck in the faces Daniel and his little band of miscreants had tossed it at any and all occasions. Bullets, collars and monogamy (at least their own certain flavor of that one esteemed word)and everything in between that they all so sought to indulge within. The world still ticked on ward and maybe even upward just as surely as that once marine lifted boyfriend upward on a sweet cuddle and a step toward that bedroom of his. Halting only slightly in this action to readjust to accommodate for a now waking –if even it was that—blue eyed male.
The world did not stop, but his world had been, it seemed, taking a little nap.
And he smiled down, pinching one eye shut, because he could not shrug as he might have liked to without losing all sense of grip. Because he wasn’t ridiculously strong, not near as much so as he had been months ago, when he had his mind in full gear, and a fifty (sometimes a great deal more) hour work week. And maybe even before that, when bec did nothing but drag book bag to school and sit around working his brain to accommodate all the higher learning he so craved and not every muscles he probably didn’t know existed in a ballet class. Toning his body until he was, if not bigger (never that) than at least a few pounds heavier.
Though something told him that bringing up his weight might not play out so well just then.
And so it was a pinch of one green eye in a facsimile of a shrug and a bunch of freckles to get the point across. “it’s the bowlegs that you’re so desperate to bring together.” Right at the knees, like two long lost lovers that only needed a certain nudge in the right direction. “I’m very structurally sound.” And maybe even a little strong. In all truth, Daniel would let bec believe anything his little heart might desire, so long as those blues shined bright. Eve in the dim lighting of the apartment, and sleep clouding his vision.
He walked then, on those ever curved legs, toeing the door to the room open before toeing it again, this time in the other direction until it shut with a soft catch, freeing all feet to walk further into the room to lay bec down on the soft mattress. Placing one knee on either side of that well curved and dance trained body, Daniel arms hardly lost any sort of contact as he cuddle close, straddling those hips and buried his freckled face into the dip at collared neck, breathing in deep of everything that was so different from the boy he had just left, though not in a bad way. Never that.
“I love you,” because he did, and it was becoming really hard to go a full twenty four hours without saying as much. Without proving it with lips as they traveled sweetly along the cut of becs jaw, to land fully at the wet part of his lips.
(omg k, this is all fluff and cute but legit the only thing i have layin about thats not all gay porn and rimming. srysrysry)
The world did not stop, but his world had been, it seemed, taking a little nap.
And he smiled down, pinching one eye shut, because he could not shrug as he might have liked to without losing all sense of grip. Because he wasn’t ridiculously strong, not near as much so as he had been months ago, when he had his mind in full gear, and a fifty (sometimes a great deal more) hour work week. And maybe even before that, when bec did nothing but drag book bag to school and sit around working his brain to accommodate all the higher learning he so craved and not every muscles he probably didn’t know existed in a ballet class. Toning his body until he was, if not bigger (never that) than at least a few pounds heavier.
Though something told him that bringing up his weight might not play out so well just then.
And so it was a pinch of one green eye in a facsimile of a shrug and a bunch of freckles to get the point across. “it’s the bowlegs that you’re so desperate to bring together.” Right at the knees, like two long lost lovers that only needed a certain nudge in the right direction. “I’m very structurally sound.” And maybe even a little strong. In all truth, Daniel would let bec believe anything his little heart might desire, so long as those blues shined bright. Eve in the dim lighting of the apartment, and sleep clouding his vision.
He walked then, on those ever curved legs, toeing the door to the room open before toeing it again, this time in the other direction until it shut with a soft catch, freeing all feet to walk further into the room to lay bec down on the soft mattress. Placing one knee on either side of that well curved and dance trained body, Daniel arms hardly lost any sort of contact as he cuddle close, straddling those hips and buried his freckled face into the dip at collared neck, breathing in deep of everything that was so different from the boy he had just left, though not in a bad way. Never that.
“I love you,” because he did, and it was becoming really hard to go a full twenty four hours without saying as much. Without proving it with lips as they traveled sweetly along the cut of becs jaw, to land fully at the wet part of his lips.
(omg k, this is all fluff and cute but legit the only thing i have layin about thats not all gay porn and rimming. srysrysry)
I'm josie, or the pizza man wtfever. I dont like about me sections because I'm not cool or even witty. though i am kinda perfect, sorry you have to deal with that. But not really because I do what i want. thor.
