say you’ll be my darling && vesania

[✧ shepherd]

[align=center][div style="background=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; width: 430px; text-align: justify; font-size: 7.5pt; line-height: 125%; font-family: arial; letter-spacing: 2px;"]typically shepherd was on the other end of this situation; waking up so hungover, feeling like he was hit by a train, and only communicating in small grunts. but here he was, sat outside of vesania’s room patiently awaiting the older man to wake up from a drunken slumber, wanting to make sure that he was okay. every so often shepherd would sneak a peek into the room to make sure he was even still alive.

he had dealt with this many times before with his father, knowing just what would he needed to cure a hangover — it didn’t take much, of course, just basic easy-on-the-stomach food and water. shepherd moved to get a cloth and dampen it with cold water, and grab a glass of water as well. he walked into the room slowly and sat down on the edge of the bed. he allowed himself a moment to really take the other’s appearance in, and he was glad he did. seeing his body slowly rise and fall with every breath, his lips parted as he breathed through his mouth, and his eyelashes fluttering as if he was dreaming. shepherd couldn’t hold back the little smile on his face, nor could he push away the warm blush on his cheeks. this man was beautiful, he had to admit.

shepherd gently brushed ves’s hair out of his forehead, tucking it behind his ear, and placed the cold and damp towel on his forehead. “mornin’, sleepin’ beauty.”

[vesania.]

♔  Ves was used to this, so much so that it got to the point that he was used to the hangovers. It was one thing to wake up with a slight headache and a nauseous stomach, but another to wake up to a cold cloth on his head. At first he thought that perhaps it was Axel, after all, his brother definitely would have known of him getting absolutely wasted and then end up back at the house. Come to think of it, Ves couldn't even remember how he got home. All he could remember was Teddy, Shepherd, and Salem coming over to him. He couldn't remember the conversations at all. He could hardly remember anything anymore.

♔  He felt the hand over his forehead and for a moment, he thought that perhaps he was having sleep paralysis again. His mother did that frequently with him, would brush his face and move his hair from his eyes. She would always apologize for waking him, but she would just stand there and stare, with a face that Vesania could not see. It was always so blurry. She was always so blurry. So distant. The last time he had seen her, she seemed nearly translucent, almost as if she was like a ghost. Like she had been throughout his childhood. Just a ghost.

♔  Ves groaned, but when he heard a strange voice, he was immediately awake and aware. That was not his mother, and that sure as shit was not his brother. His hand shot out upon realizing that he was not, in fact, paralyzed. He kept his hand flat as he shot it out, hopefully, towards the other man's throat. He had no idea who this stranger was, and why he was in his home, and, frankly, he was fucking terrified. He did admit he'd woken up to worse after drinking so much, but not in his own home.

♔  "Who-?" He slurred, eyes snapping open and struggling to take in this figure at his bed.

♔  The only comforting thing was Twinkie stepping on his stomach.

♔  "TEXT!"

[spoiler=//tags — updated ;; 09/06/22]
general
> vesania bielschmidt | ves, vessie
> male ;; he/him
> 28 years ;; ages real time ;; april 18th
> badlands ;; loner / previous los santos leader

physical
> physical health ;; 90%
> minor injuries ;; n/a
> major injuries ;; n/a
> important things to note ;; situs inversus, the reverse/mirroring of major organs

appearance
> long, white hair ; pink-red eyes ; rather thin, small shoulders and wider hips ; 6'01" ; 160 lbs
> tattoos on his whole body, including face ; piercings all over body as well, including ears, left eyebrow, nose, tongue, chest, naval, and other spots ; forked tongue ; sharpened canines
> wears a patchy, old vest with a fur collar ; ripped skinny jeans ; no shoes
> carries a picture of his brother ; some pocket change ; possibly a flask
> important things to note ;; ves has albinism

personality
> very laid back and flirty ; he is easy-going and likes to make jokes ; hides a lot about himself ; really difficult to gain his trust ; just as easily to lose it ; doesn't settle well if he is getting bad vibes from somebody ; very childish when he trusts someone ; bit of a goofball ; very blunt when talking ; not worried about how his words may affect someone ; suspicious of people he first meets ; starts things if he knows he's gaining something from it
> adhd ; ptsd
> plays with his hair often ; blinks really hard during conversations ; is unable to make eye contact

relationships
> pheobe bielschmidt x henry bielschmidt ;; pheobe - m.i.a ; henry - deceased
    > henry passed in freak accident
    > pheobe went missing at scene of the crime
> axel bielschmidt ; chris bielschmidt ;; axel - alive ; chris - deceased
    > chris passed away due to an illness
> pansexual ; demiromantic
> no known crushes

interaction/confrontation
> easy mentally | medium physically
> has no filter | ALL IC OPINIONS
> non-violent power play allowed
> will not attack/kill/maim/capture without asking the author
> do not kill/maim/capture without asking me (timothy)
> if you want to attack, use this colour (red) and underline it

misc importance
> "this is him talking." ;; his speech is in italics
> this is him thinking ;; thoughts are in italics
[/spoiler]

[✧ shepherd]

[align=center][div style="background=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; width: 430px; text-align: justify; font-size: 7.5pt; line-height: 125%; font-family: arial; letter-spacing: 2px;"]what a fool he was to think that ves’s hangover would be anything like his or his father’s. he had no time to react to protect himself from the attack — shepherd was on the ground in seconds, water spilled all over him and his hands around his probably bruised throat. shepherd sputtered, choking on his words and spitting water out of his mouth. it took a few moments but he was able to stand up and catch his breath, though his voice was hoarse now when he spoke. “holy moly, vessy, what the hell was that all ’bout?” he asked, looking up at the man from the floor.

his agitation and confusion faded away though, just happy the guy was alive and seemingly alright. shepherd started laughing. he had just gotten chopped in his throat and he was laughing. so much so he had to hold the sides of his stomach. shepherd grabbed the now empty water glass and the damp cloth, standing up while still letting out low rumbling chuckles. “damn, handsome, who knew ya had fight in ya?”

[vesania.]

♔  Yes, Shep was quite the fool. Sort of. Ves would have normally groaned and buried his face in the pillow, probably would have given the finger, or looked for Twinkie and grabbed her and held her against his head and just laid there, covering his face in her fur, but this was, in fact, a matter of panic. There was a stranger in his room, and his brother was no where to be seen. What if this man broke into his house? What if he broke in, with plans to do some awful horrible things to him?

♔  ...not that Ves would be particularly upset. He has been quite lonely.

♔  He stared down at the man on the floor, trying to take in who it was. It was dark, and with his shitty eyesight, he could hardly make out this stranger. The only thing he could guess was from his voice and laugh. He hadn't heard his laugh before, but that voice... well, it wasn't every day you'd hear it. He recognized it like a glass of liquor. Sharp and sour, but welcoming. Ves groaned and dropped back on the bed, arm flopping over his eyes as Twinkie hopped back up onto the bed; she had jumped off when Shepherd fell, out of worry.

♔  "Don't call me that." He grumbled, shifting his arm to look to Shepherd to make sure he got up okay. "You scared the shit out of me. I think...I have every right to."

♔  He'd love to lean over and strangle Shep for scaring him like that, but he knew better. Not in front of the kids. Well, Twinkie.

♔  "TEXT!"

[spoiler=//tags — updated ;; 09/06/22]
general
> vesania bielschmidt | ves, vessie
> male ;; he/him
> 28 years ;; ages real time ;; april 18th
> badlands ;; loner / previous los santos leader

physical
> physical health ;; 90%
> minor injuries ;; n/a
> major injuries ;; n/a
> important things to note ;; situs inversus, the reverse/mirroring of major organs

appearance
> long, white hair ; pink-red eyes ; rather thin, small shoulders and wider hips ; 6'01" ; 160 lbs
> tattoos on his whole body, including face ; piercings all over body as well, including ears, left eyebrow, nose, tongue, chest, naval, and other spots ; forked tongue ; sharpened canines
> wears a patchy, old vest with a fur collar ; ripped skinny jeans ; no shoes
> carries a picture of his brother ; some pocket change ; possibly a flask
> important things to note ;; ves has albinism

personality
> very laid back and flirty ; he is easy-going and likes to make jokes ; hides a lot about himself ; really difficult to gain his trust ; just as easily to lose it ; doesn't settle well if he is getting bad vibes from somebody ; very childish when he trusts someone ; bit of a goofball ; very blunt when talking ; not worried about how his words may affect someone ; suspicious of people he first meets ; starts things if he knows he's gaining something from it
> adhd ; ptsd
> plays with his hair often ; blinks really hard during conversations ; is unable to make eye contact

relationships
> pheobe bielschmidt x henry bielschmidt ;; pheobe - m.i.a ; henry - deceased
    > henry passed in freak accident
    > pheobe went missing at scene of the crime
> axel bielschmidt ; chris bielschmidt ;; axel - alive ; chris - deceased
    > chris passed away due to an illness
> pansexual ; demiromantic
> no known crushes

interaction/confrontation
> easy mentally | medium physically
> has no filter | ALL IC OPINIONS
> non-violent power play allowed
> will not attack/kill/maim/capture without asking the author
> do not kill/maim/capture without asking me (timothy)
> if you want to attack, use this colour (red) and underline it

misc importance
> "this is him talking." ;; his speech is in italics
> this is him thinking ;; thoughts are in italics
[/spoiler]

[✧ shepherd]

[align=center][div style="background=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; width: 430px; text-align: justify; font-size: 7.5pt; line-height: 125%; font-family: arial; letter-spacing: 2px;"]that smile didn't leave his face, not even for one second. he found joy in vesania's presence, glad the older man was awake and already entertaining shepherd. he stood up and jumped on the other side of the bed, reaching over to gently scratch beneath twinkie's chin. "yeah, but i just wanted to take care of ya's. you was blacked out drunk," he hummed, making kissing noises to the feline on ves's lap. "i took upon myselfs to make sure ya got home alive. i slept on da couch if ya don't minds that."

shepherd wouldn't hurt another unless it was for a good reason, like protecting himself or another person. every muscle in his body was relaxed, showing that he had no intention to make any move to harm ves. his guard was down, something one should never do especially in a time like this, but shep couldn't help but feel comforted by this whole situation. which was.. unusual since he had just gotten karate chopped in the throat. "my bad, vessy- ves. i saids ves, i swears it."

[vesania.]

♔  Vesania's eyes shifted to Shepherd, watching the bastard stand there and smile. He wasn't quite sure what there was to smile about, and he looked the other man up and down quite frequently to see if he was hiding something. He squinted in his dark room, no doubt already dark enough so that Ves wouldn't have to see his parents in his sleep paralysis episodes, but also so he wouldn't have too blasting of a headache when he woke the next morning.

♔  Take care of me? Ves was given pause, looking Shepherd over for the umpteenth time. "I appreciate it, but maybe don't scare the shit outta me." He kept his scowl before he lowered himself back down onto the bed.

♔  He could hear Shepherd making kissing noises, and when Ves glanced down, he saw Twinkie leaning into the kisses, her tail curled and she was purring loudly. Ves might have been a little jealous. He'd never admit it, of course. He raised a hand and pet Twinkie's back, hand going down from her shoulders to the end of her tail. She let out a little "mrrr!" and headbutt Shepherd, her toes gripping the blanket as she kneaded. Ves continued to pet his cat before he just exhaled through his nose, where he realized his septum was taken out.

♔  He grunted lightly at the last little bit, with the nickname. He had a feeling he wouldn't be able to shake it from Shepherd's vocabulary, but at the same time... he had a feeling he didn't want to. Maybe. He wasn't so sure. Ves scratched at his face and covered his eyes with his arm again, laying there and exhaling loudly every so often. He'd lift an arm to look at him, and then look at Twinkie. She had settled between his legs, her little kitty chin on his thigh, curled up so neatly into the crook of his knee. Ves sighed, taking note of how relaxed Shepherd was.

♔  What did he think? Did he want to lay with him? The bed surly wasn't big enough for all three, and even though Twinkie was just little... well, Ves would use her as an excuse, should Shep find himself trying to lay down.

♔  "TEXT!"

[spoiler=//tags — updated ;; 09/06/22]
general
> vesania bielschmidt | ves, vessie
> male ;; he/him
> 28 years ;; ages real time ;; april 18th
> badlands ;; loner / previous los santos leader

physical
> physical health ;; 90%
> minor injuries ;; n/a
> major injuries ;; n/a
> important things to note ;; situs inversus, the reverse/mirroring of major organs

appearance
> long, white hair ; pink-red eyes ; rather thin, small shoulders and wider hips ; 6'01" ; 160 lbs
> tattoos on his whole body, including face ; piercings all over body as well, including ears, left eyebrow, nose, tongue, chest, naval, and other spots ; forked tongue ; sharpened canines
> wears a patchy, old vest with a fur collar ; ripped skinny jeans ; no shoes
> carries a picture of his brother ; some pocket change ; possibly a flask
> important things to note ;; ves has albinism

personality
> very laid back and flirty ; he is easy-going and likes to make jokes ; hides a lot about himself ; really difficult to gain his trust ; just as easily to lose it ; doesn't settle well if he is getting bad vibes from somebody ; very childish when he trusts someone ; bit of a goofball ; very blunt when talking ; not worried about how his words may affect someone ; suspicious of people he first meets ; starts things if he knows he's gaining something from it
> adhd ; ptsd
> plays with his hair often ; blinks really hard during conversations ; is unable to make eye contact

relationships
> pheobe bielschmidt x henry bielschmidt ;; pheobe - m.i.a ; henry - deceased
    > henry passed in freak accident
    > pheobe went missing at scene of the crime
> axel bielschmidt ; chris bielschmidt ;; axel - alive ; chris - deceased
    > chris passed away due to an illness
> pansexual ; demiromantic
> no known crushes

interaction/confrontation
> easy mentally | medium physically
> has no filter | ALL IC OPINIONS
> non-violent power play allowed
> will not attack/kill/maim/capture without asking the author
> do not kill/maim/capture without asking me (timothy)
> if you want to attack, use this colour (red) and underline it

misc importance
> "this is him talking." ;; his speech is in italics
> this is him thinking ;; thoughts are in italics
[/spoiler]

[✧ shepherd]

[align=center][div style="background=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; width: 430px; text-align: justify; font-size: 7.5pt; line-height: 125%; font-family: arial; letter-spacing: 2px;"]shepherd had never smiled so wide, his usual rbf practically non existent at this point in time. this was the most fun he's had since making his home in the badlands. not only was there a funny story for the future to tell, but there was also a cat. a whole ass cat, and it was purring because of him. shep nibbled at his lower lip in an attempt to stifle his smile (and failing), as he gently scratched at a spot behind twinkie's right ear with his index finger. he flopped back to lean against the headboard with his arms behind his head to provide some leverage.

"oh man, i's didn't mean to scares ya. was jus' doing my bes' to keep ya cool; hangover sweats ain't fun at alls." shep chuckled lowly, now taking the chance to look ves up and down. shep already knew he was shorter height weight, but even so shep knew ves could still take him down. not that he was going to admit to that out loud, the last thing he wanted to admit was being weaker than anybody else. shepherd held out the still damp cloth to vesania, raising a single eyebrow in question. "darlin', i suggests ya get some water in ya soon."