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Post by ROWYN DEVIN MEAGHER on Aug 29, 2014 3:11:51 GMT -5
Rowyn had spent the entire year out of school working hard with the dragons. For someone as particular as Rowyn working with Dragons probably survived most people in his life, but he was incredibly happy with his job, despite the bruises, scrapes, burns and whatever else happened. But summer was near and Rowyn was ready to take his vacation. Wyatt Sloper, his boyfriend had been back and forth during the year between their home close to where Rowyn worked and the United States where he played Quodpot. Rowyn had quite a time to try and figure out exactly where Wyatt was going to be in the states but finding out was the hard part. This was going to be a surprise and making sure that Wyatt wouldn't know was going to be the hardest thing that he could do.
He'd spent some of his money on purchasing a plane ticket to the Atlanta from the London Heathrow airport and he was going to make it there to fly another bit across the country to a state called Arizona, and all he'd read was that it was hot there so his nice sweaters would not be of any use for him. This meant finding things that would look nice on him but would match the weather. He'd found some nice t-shirts, short-sleeved button ups but made sure to pack all his jeans. This was going to be the first time that Rowyn was going to board a muggle plane. And too prevent himself from going completely insane for this trip he cleaned their home the entire night before without any sleep whatsoever.
Then the young man had made his way to apparate to the airport and took the long distance travel where he flew to a place he'd never been. He slept most of the way so the excitement wouldn't make him sick. And soon he found himself in the United States where he had to show off his muggle passport. This was a perk of being a child of both a wizard and a muggle, you had some ins and outs of the muggle world as well as the wizarding world. It made things much easier. And soon he was back on another plane for a couple of hours before he arrived in Arizona. This was where he actually got his bags and then had to find out how to get around this place.
Carefully the nineteen year old made his way through the airport. And he asked someone at the help desk about the hotel that he'd spoken to one of Wyatt's teammates about that they'd be staying in. Lugging the bags that he'd brought with him for the week he was planning on spending with Wyatt he was sent in a taxi that took him to the hotel. He paid the taxi driver in the foreign muggle money before looking at the hotel before walking in. He asked for the room that Wyatt was staying in and lugged his bags up the stairs because those elevators scared the living daylights out of him ever since he was a child. Soon he got to the right level, which had been confusing in and of itself. Level two was not the third floor up, this was nothing compared to the United Kingdom whatsoever. But soon he found the room and gave a quick knock on the door and waited to hug Wyatt when he opened the door.
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Post by JOHN WYATT SLOPER on Sept 2, 2014 0:25:53 GMT -5
Everything Was Hell Wyatt hated everything around him. Well, no; that would be a lie. He definitely didn’t hate everything around him. He just hated that his arms felt like they would turn into pudding if he even tried to lift the glass of water on the bedside table. He had no idea where Zico had gone. The Brazilian had promised he would be back within the hour, but three had passed since. He was getting frustrated and annoyed. And, if he were being perfectly honest with himself, there was nothing he would have liked more than for Rowyn to be there. No, he wasn’t the type that usually liked to be babied. In fact, he tended to do that more often than not. He just wanted his boyfriend around so that he wouldn’t feel so crappy about everything. It was rare that anything ever exploded on him. His job had, mainly, been to keep others from hurting his teammates.
It had been those distasteful, wastes of flesh: the only team in the league that even employed half-trolls. And, while he’d normally not have a problem with playing interspecies, there was something to be said about the way half-trolls still managed to throw people to the side. Wyatt didn’t consider himself a small guy. So, at 5’8”, he tended to be a lot smaller than some of the American guys. Michael, another one of his buddies, stood at 6’4”, and yet it was still Wyatt that had to protect him and keep the Quod from exploding. At least, today, he had managed to do that during practice. Perhaps it didn’t matter so much that he had gotten knocked this way and that way, and that his ‘back-up’ in case something went wrong with him happened to be out with the flu. The only reason he was still in bed was because people were half-afraid he had caught it, too. And, without a wide receiver, they’d be screwed tomorrow.
So, he had eaten beef stew. He had allowed himself to drink the weird recipe that Jose Luis had made up for him. He claimed that it was an old ‘Mexican recipe’ that his mom had given him as a child. It generally cured him of all aches. Right now, that little ‘recipe’ had been most of the reason as to why he didn’t want to move. He couldn’t be sure, but he wanted to say that it was some sort of botched muscle relaxer. Wyatt would be sure to thank him very sarcastically for it later. Right now, he could close his eyes and dream that Rowyn would be here or somewhere very near. That seemed like a fun thought process. And, at least, it brought a smile to his face. He didn’t think it was possible for him to be mad or upset when his boyfriend was involved.
He was aware that he was what the lads called, “whipped”. If he could, he’d do anything and everything that was in his power to make Rowyn the happiest man alive. He had even wanted to ask him to marry him, but there was always a lot of planning when that crossed his mind. He had to find the perfect ring, he had to find the perfect time to ask, he had to get enough money together to be able to afford everything. The Sloper family was not very rich, and, while playing professionally certainly helped his case, he didn’t have nearly as much as he would like to be able to ask such an important question. Wyatt had almost drifted into a nice little nap when there were a series of knocks at his door. “Zico - if you forgot your key again, go bunk with Michael or Jose Luis.” As soon as the words left his mouth, he couldn’t help but feel a smidgen bad about it. He was almost tempted to roll over and proceed to go to sleep, but his conscious got the best of him. He sat up quickly and slumped towards the door, rubbing the nape of his neck. It wasn’t until he opened the door that his eyes widened. “Rowyn? Is that you, or is the potion too strong?”
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Post by ROWYN DEVIN MEAGHER on Sept 16, 2014 1:29:19 GMT -5
Rowyn half expected Wyatt to not be there. He half expected some half nude couple to answer the door and Wyatt to be no where to be found. That was the worry that the nineteen year old had thought about the entire way from London. But this country was already so strange to him. For a kid that grew up with plenty of money he didn't do a ton of traveling, this was his first time ever leaving the United Kingdom.
But after he had arrived and carried his luggage up to the door, his worries seemed to disappear. When he rapped on the door he could hear a distinct tired voice that he was used to. ”Zico – if you forgot your key again, go bunk with Michael or Jose Luis.” Rowyn chuckled to himself as the tired voice had said it. If Wyatt was still the man that he knew he would feel bad about it and being answering the door in just a moment. Wyatt was such a sweet person, it was the reason that Rowyn had fallen in love with him.
When the door opened, Rowyn's face turned to a grin and his tired boyfriend had widened his eyes before talking. ”Rowyn? Is that you, or is the potion too strong?” he was asked. ”Of course your potion is too strong, you're just seeing things,” he told him as he reached over and gave him a rather large hug leaving his luggage on the floor. ”I hope you don't mind the surprise,” he said kissing his cheek, ”especially since I actually flew on a plane across the pond.” He then let out of the hug and grabbed his luggage. ”I also hope you don't mind but Zico will no longer be your roommate while you're here, I had planned this all so we could get some time together while we're not trying to make it between my work and worry over certain things, besides I've always wanted to see the United States of America, I'm excited,” he grinned.
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Post by JOHN WYATT SLOPER on Sept 19, 2014 2:04:05 GMT -5
Everything Was Hell
It wasn’t until Rowyn actually hugged him that he came back to his senses. His boyfriend was actually here - in America. How that had managed to happen was beyond him, but he wasn’t going to complain about it. The annoyed glance that had once been planted firmly on his face gave way to a cheerful smile as he moved forward to re-wrap his arms around the shorter male, lifting him up with a bright smile and turning abruptly into the room. He was still kind of in pain, and his muscles screamed in protest at being forced to work, but it was worth it. He pulled the suitcase out of Rowyn’s and deposited it on the small dining table. It’d been somewhat difficult, but Wyatt managed it somehow. It probably had something to do with all those years of practice in carrying his siblings. He might have only been particularly close to one, but that hadn’t stopped the tree from constantly climbing on him as if he were some sort of tree.
He wasn’t, but he’d also managed to shut the door behind them with one of his feet. “Remind me to thank Zico and the other blokes. I’d no idea you were coming.” It was really clever too because the Brazilian tended to blurt things out. He’d only been in the States a couple of months less than even Wyatt had been. He spoke very broken English, which was why Michael and Jose Luis tended to crack up whenever the two of them were lumped together. It had led to Zico picking up a lot of British slang - like bloody, much to his horror. He hadn’t even been aware the word tended to slip out of his mouth so casually. he’d been trying all the harder to watch his language. It probably hadn’t helped that he was still feeling a little bit of the aftermath of the odd recipe.
He threw Rowyn onto the best as gently as he could and all but dived in after him, collapsing on the bed with a slight protest. He buried his head in his pillow and looked up a little pitifully. “You’re all excited, and I’m all banged up. I’d say you couldn’t pick a worse time, but we have before. Don’t worry. I’ll be up and ready to move in just a bit.” Which was, honestly, probably not the whole truth. He could not, in good conscience, do anything but want to make Rowyn happy. If he wanted to go out and explore, then Wyatt would make himself get up and make himself be well enough to go out and about and show him what was going on. He’d introduce him, formally, to the blokes and be somewhat out of place to introduce his boyfriend. He was glad that Americans as a whole were a lot more accepting than other places. He couldn’t describe how awful he’d feel of Rowyn had come this whole way only to be made uncomfortable. "I'll work on it."
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