GOOD TIME [DAMIAN]

[charlotte hope knight]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][atrb=style, background-color: #fff; width: 505px; border-top: 10px #95D9DE solid, bTable] ☼ sunshine YOU CAN BE MY Waking up early was never the easiest thing for Charlotte, though she was quite the morning person, always optimistic and happy – dancing around her room with headphones in her ears first thing in the morning – when it came to actually getting out of her warm, comfy bed, it was always difficult. But yet, she forced herself to pull away from her blanket, stepping out of the confines of all her teddy bears and walking towards the closet half-heartedly to get ready for her morning jog with her best friend Damian. Rubbing her eyes, she reached towards the iPod on her bedside table, immediately going to the playlist entitled Wake Up Songs, and before she could coherently tell, the song Walking on Sunshine was blasting on full volume in her ears. Charlotte danced around her room happily, as she reached forward into her closet and grabbed herself a simple gray tank top and some white gym shorts for her morning run. Slipping on her sneakers and putting her hair up in a high ponytail, she hummed along with the music, tapping her feet to the beat as Charlotte began to head out the door. She slipped out her phone, texting Damian and telling him that she was heading to the park, and that she’d meet him at their usual place – the big oak tree behind the children’s playground, before closing the door behind her and taking the ten-minute journey to the park. Seeing Damian again was always great, they hung out all the time, and talked twenty-four-seven. They were so alike, that they were able to talk all the time and delve into so many different subjects in such a short time, becoming best friends was easy—and Charlotte couldn’t ever ask for a better one. She pondered this as she took a shortcut through the community center, her pace beginning to quicken as she checked her phone again for a text from Damian, though he had not replied yet. When they had first met, it had been in her freshman year, and she had thought he was pretty cute. She had immediately taken a liking to him, introducing herself with a hug and they had connected pretty well, talking about everything and nothing at the same time right from the start. Charlotte had suspected that Damian was not straight, though she hadn’t questioned him about it until he came clean. She turned the corner to face the park, and glanced at the large oak tree that they usually met at for their morning jogs. Damian hadn’t arrived yet, so Charlotte leaned against the tree, waiting patiently for her best friend to arrive. Breathing out, she sent another text to him, letting him know that she was there, and that she was waiting for him. To her left, she smiled at a little boy who was playing in the sand and had taken notice of her, she lifted her hand up to give a small wave at the little boy who looked away from her. Perhaps she was a little too friendly sometimes, she mused, and that scared people away. Charlotte reached up to grasp the branch above her head, pulling herself up by using her legs on the trunk to propel herself up the large tree. She quickly lifted herself above the branch, only to let herself lightly sit on the branch, swinging her legs off the bottom. “Come on, Damian,” she sighed. “I’m getting impatient!” ### five-hundred-seventy-six for damian/dee! :) ---------------- CREDIT

[DAMIAN SILVANUS FALCONI]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][atrb=style, background-color: #fff; width: 450px, bTable] living in the sunlight , LOVING IN THE MOONLIGHT HAVING A WONDERFUL TIME HAVEN'T GOT A LOT I DON'T NEED A LOT, [style=background-color: #5A64D9; width: 200px; text-align: center; font-family: arial; font-size: 9px; margin-top: 270px;]CHAR, 690, WEARING, TADA [/style] Did he have to get up? Was it really necessary to be up this early? Oh god, how were people even alive this early? Five more minutes. That wouldn’t hurt. Just five more. Which became ten more. Which became fifteen more. Which became the dog, Bruce, taking it upon himself to hop onto Damian’s bed and thus jumping right onto the teenager’s ribcage. “Okay, okay. I’m awake,”

[/color] he half mumbled, pulling himself out of the safety of his covers and meandering his way downstairs. A part of Damian, coincidentally the same part that wanted to sleep in until noon, was regretting agreeing to a morning job but then the other part of him was super excited to spend some quality time with Charlotte, who was more or less his best friend. Damian ate a hearty omelet breakfast, and by ate I of course meant to say devoured, and was off to get dressed. Nothing all that fancy, just a tank and some shorts, but it was enough to raise suspicion among the household. His mother asked where he was going and with a smile he stated, “Jogging with Char!”[/color] And then away he went, kissing his mother goodbye for the day and promising his father he’d be there to work the closing shift.

A Falconi never broke a promise. If Damian said he would be somewhere he was going to be there. If he promised that he was going to go jogging with Charlotte he was going to show up, mind you he would be showing up a bit late. But what else was new? Not a lot. Damian wasn’t exactly known for being punctual so such things should be expected. It would probably be easier to just tell him to show up an hour earlier than whatever it was that was actually planned, because maybe then he might actually show up on time. Oh right. He should probably reply to her text when he was already a third of the way to where they had agreed to meet. “hihihi sorry i forgot to reply anyways i’m on my way i promise!” Enter. Send. And voila! Back in business. All ready to keep walking to the park. It didn’t actually take that long to get to the park where he had promised to meet Charlotte, he just got really distracted by a new bakery he didn’t remember being there before and a little tiny puppy he had to say hi to and a the window of a second hand story that was littered with old toys.

Going to see Charlotte was always barrels of fun. More barrels than a bunch of monkeys, even. They’d taken a shining to each other since day one and he honestly couldn’t ask for a better best friend. They were both so friendly and excitable and just made for each other. He knew that he could always count on Char for whatever he needed, be it someone to burn energy with or someone to share his crush related secrets. Even if they weren’t all that secretive, as he was kind of not even trying to hide what was going on with him and Tahir. It was a complicated affair and Damian wasn’t quite sure what was going to come of it so he was just going to let it all play out. He was really just trying not to stress himself out with labeling himself yet. He didn’t need a label yet. He didn’t want one. He was just going to roll with it for now because it was easier ad much less stressful. He received another text from Char and chose to ignore it this time, as he was already almost there and wanted to sneak up on her.

And low and behold just as she was exclaiming her impatience he was sneaking around the back of the tree she was leaning against, peering around it and poking her on the leg and trying his best to hide from her. But there wasn’t really many places someone like him could hide with her being in the tree. “I’m here!”[/color] he exclaimed happily. “You summoned me!”[/color]
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coffee's only a dime ,
LIVING IN THE SUNLIGHT LOVING IN THE MOONLIGHT HAVING A WONDERFUL TIME I'M JUST AS FREE,

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[charlotte hope knight]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][atrb=style, background-color: #fff; width: 505px; border-top: 10px #95D9DE solid, bTable] ☼ sunshine YOU CAN BE MY Charlotte swung her legs off the edge of the tree, leaning her head back and enjoying the nice cool breeze that she felt against her reddish blonde curls, her fingers gripping the branch tightly to ensure that she wouldn't fall. She took a deep breath, feeling the sun that had just risen beat off her shoulders and her legs, as it warmed her all the way down to her toes. She had always enjoyed the mornings, the way everything seemed to be a little more quieter, a little more peaceful, a little more happy. And for Charlotte-- she lived for her own childish happiness. She felt someone jab at her leg, disrupting her moment as she seemed to jerk abruptly, almost stumbling off the tree and on the ground out of shock, though her grasp was tight enough to save her. Laughter escaped her as she noticed that it was Damian, one of her best friends ever, glancing up at her from the ground with a smile on his face, greeting her with a kind tone. "Damian!" she exclaimed, her voice nothing short of enthusiastic, as she pushed herself off the tree, landing with her dancer's grace on her feet on the grass. She leaned forward, immediately wrapping her arms around Damian in excitement, before letting go and glancing up at him. Hugs were her specialty, she felt, and in her opinion, Damian gave pretty nice hugs. She seemed really jumpy, already to go running for one mile, or two, or five, or however they could run without collapsing from exhaustion. She stood up on her tiptoes, to make up for their height difference as she looked him in the eye, a wide smile already on her face as Charlotte's ecstastic demeanor seemed a little much for the early morning-- bit that was Charlotte for you! "How was your sleep?" she asked, her voice peppy, as her fingers reached up to smooth down a stray hair that seemed to be sticking up from his messy hair. She was well-aware that he wasn't exactly the best at getting up early, but she'd be sure that he wouldn't regret it. She giggled, letting herself fall back down to her normal height on her sneakers. "You looked tired!" Charlotte commented, already assuming her stance for a nice stretch before the run. She leaned down to touch her toes before glancing back up at the curly-haired boy in question, putting her hands on her hips. "Don't worry, if you are! We'll run as much as we can, until you're wide awake!" she tells him, her tone determined. Already pumped, and feeling like she could run a marathon, Charlotte jogged in place, getting her heartbeat pumping and adrenaline running. Though it wasn’t necessarily stretching, Charlotte threw in a little dance move to set the move, her arms moving in perfect synchronization with her legs as she pulled a little from her latest choreography. She jumped up in happiness."How many miles do you think we can do today?" Truth be told, though Charlotte would start so sweetly optimistic that could give you a toothache, but after a while, her resolve would start to wear, and her feet would start to ache, and maybe a cramp would make her bend over in pain after a while – which would lead to her ultimately giving up and throwing in the towel. Charlotte was sure that Damian had expected that would happen, but that didn’t mean that Charlotte couldn’t proudly brandish her white smile and exclaim that she was actually going to run five miles this time – instead of falling flat on her face on the green grass and moaning and groaning about how much her muscles ached and how disgustingly sticky she felt from all the sweat. ### six-hundred-twenty-eight for damian/dee! :) ---------------- CREDIT

[DAMIAN SILVANUS FALCONI]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][atrb=style, background-color: #fff; width: 450px, bTable] living in the sunlight , LOVING IN THE MOONLIGHT HAVING A WONDERFUL TIME HAVEN'T GOT A LOT I DON'T NEED A LOT, [style=background-color: #5A64D9; width: 200px; text-align: center; font-family: arial; font-size: 9px; margin-top: 270px;]CHAR, 670, WEARING, TADA [/style] Even on mornings like this when all he wanted to do was go back to sleep Damian was usually pretty quick to wake up. He was one of those people who could sleep in until five minutes before he had to leave for the day and be fine. It didn’t take him that long to get ready by any means and it didn’t take him that long to be coherent. He had been the child who woke up at an ungodly early hour and made sure that everyone else in the house woke up with him, but now he was the typical teenage boy who tried to sleep in any chance he got. His reaction to seeing Charlotte almost fall off of her tree branch was slightly delayed with his lingering tiredness, his arms shooting up to catch her just as she steadied herself. When he realized she was fine he just placed them on the tree trunk and kept them there for now. “Charlotte!”

[/color] he returned in the voice that was much deeper than people usually expected. He was also taller than people would really expect, already almost six feet tall. Yes, that was without the height of his curly hair, which was exceptionally messy today as he hadn’t combed it before leaving.

Watching Charlotte jump out with such grace was always amazing to him, but that was because he always fell out of trees like a three legged deer who shouldn’t have been up there in the first place. It wasn’t that Damian was necessarily clumsy, he just wasn’t the most graceful guy in the world. His hands pushed off of the tree trunk and happily embraced her. He adored hugs. He loved having someone to hold onto. Almost all of his baby pictures involved him being in the arms of someone else, because according to his parents he wailed if people put him down. He adored feeling someone else’s warmth and soft skin and the safe feeling a hug brought on. His chin rested on Charlotte’s shoulder while they hugged and he yawned before letting go of her almost reluctantly. Her smile was contagious and he couldn’t help but return it with his own big crooked one, looking down at her and finding her excitement seeping into every little bit of his being.

“It was good. I slept through my alarm but Bruce woke me up.”[/color] Bruce, the long haired wiener dog named after Batman. She did something to his hair but he didn’t really react, used to it by now. People were constantly fixing his mess of curls for him. Damian then took her lead and started stretching, watching her for a moment and then just copying whatever it was she was doing. “Just a little bit but it’s okay.”[/color] He didn’t’ want her to hold back for his sake. “I was bad and stayed up late last night reading fanfics.”[/color] He had found one that was Powerpuff Girls meets The Avengers and it had been way too weird to pass up. Damian continued to follow her lead with his stretching, jogging in place for a bit and throwing in his own boy band reminiscent move. He had been obsessed with N’Sync as a kid, okay. “I don’t even know how long a mile is…Two billion?”[/color] Yeah, that seemed like a solid number. Damian and numbers weren’t the best of friends. They never had been. His parents and teachers suspected a learning disability, which wouldn’t be that much of a surprise, but he got by enough for it not to matter.

“Let’s go!”[/color] he suddenly exclaimed, feeling like he might even be able to run as far as Forest Gump did. Maybe he would even grow a beard while he was at it, which he had yet to accomplish. Damian wasn’t graced with masculine facial hair like somebody cough Tahir cough was but he had this crazy idea that if he ran like Forest Gump he would grow an awesome beard.

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coffee's only a dime ,
LIVING IN THE SUNLIGHT LOVING IN THE MOONLIGHT HAVING A WONDERFUL TIME I'M JUST AS FREE,

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[charlotte hope knight]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][atrb=style, background-color: #fff; width: 505px; border-top: 10px #95D9DE solid, bTable] ☼ sunshine YOU CAN BE MY Damian was quite like no other boy than she had ever met – which is why she liked him so much to be honest. While he had the stature of a grown boy, towering over her, a deep voice that was perhaps could be two octaves lower than hers, he still had the soul of an energetic child who could engage in a debate with Charlotte for hours on which type of peanut butter was better – chunky or smooth. She liked how she could talk to him about absolutely everything and nothing at the same time, that was what made him her best friend. She had remembered exactly the first day they had met, for what just she assumed would be a conversation between a two acquaintances became a long-drawn out talk between two soon-to-be best friends. As continued her stretching, she listened to him talk, still mesmerized by how his voice sounded after he had done the deed – hit puberty. Charlotte was one of the many people who knew of Damian’s manifest admiration of a certain masked superhero – no, not Iron Man (that was Marvel, which she would proudly admit she preferred more) – but Batman! That was the few things they disagreed on, who could possibly save the world in deep distress, though Charlotte was an adamant fan of Iron Man, who she loved with every part of her big heart, Damian loved Batman in just the same magnitude as she loved the genius billionaire. When it came to fanfiction, oh she understood. Who had created that website that had brought her so much pain and so much happiness at the same time? The agonizing wait for an update, to a horrifying character death – as well as the brilliant continuation of a book, tv show, or a movie, and the beautiful plots that were to brilliant to be shown on TV. “Oh Damian,” she scolded, though her voice was more joking than actual scorn. “We talked about this! No more reading Fanfiction before bed, you never get any sleep!” She laughed. He seemed to be in a good mood this morning, which was always a good thing, because when both of them were in a good mood, they seemed to run a lot more – and burn a lot more calories. Two billion? Sounds like a doable number! Charlotte jumped up in excitement as he exclaimed for them to go, as she let her feet control her, already jogging down the park and past all the little kids playing in the playground and all the parents laughing and joking. The nice breeze felt amazing against her hair as she closed her eyes and just felt her heart beat quickening, and the rejuvenating air all around her, before glancing at Damian again with a bright smile, as they jogged side by side. “So, you need to tell me what’s up with the situation with a certain boy you adore so much!” Charlotte said, her voice high-pitched and clearly happy. She giggled, holding her hand to her heart mockingly. “Did you guys fall in love and ride off into the sunset yet? Because you guys are possibly the most adorable would-be couple in the whole entire world! I could write a whole fanfiction on you guys!” ### five-hundred-forty-three for damian/dee! :) ---------------- CREDIT

[DAMIAN SILVANUS FALCONI]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][atrb=style, background-color: #fff; width: 450px, bTable] living in the sunlight , LOVING IN THE MOONLIGHT HAVING A WONDERFUL TIME HAVEN'T GOT A LOT I DON'T NEED A LOT, [style=background-color: #5A64D9; width: 200px; text-align: center; font-family: arial; font-size: 9px; margin-top: 270px;]CHAR, idk, WEARING, CRAP [/style] Self esteem was a bit of a foreign concept to Damian. It wasn’t like he was insecure, oh no not at all. But it wasn’t like he thought he was the hottest thing ever either. He was tall, he had a deep and smooth voice, nice hair and he liked to think he was nice to look at. He didn’t find himself hideous but he didn’t find himself as some Greek sculpture of beauty. It just wasn’t something that really occurred to him. He’d never had a reason to think of about stuff like that. He was just Damian. Nothing more. Nothing less. Just an energetic young soul stuck in a six feet tall body he wasn’t yet used to. At least he didn’t trip over everything like he used to at the beginning of his growth spurt. Mentally he was the very same Damian that Charlotte had first met, but physically he was much taller, deeper, and had a bit more acne. Oh, and much more hair. An overabundance of hair. Oh, and a taste for exotic juniors with names that rhymed with “bahir”. As far as things that weren’t comic book related went, Damian usually held very little interest. Text books? Nope. Book reports where he couldn’t use an Alan Moore graphic novel? Nope. School in general? Laughable. But putting anything you were attempting to teach him into the perspective of comic books and he was good to go. It was how he had finally understood algebra and how he had learned a vast majority of his American history. Thank you Captain America; just because Damian preferred DC didn’t mean that he hated and neglected Marvel. Fanfiction was about the extent of what Damian would willingly read outside of a comic book or graphic novel. Because come on, how could he resist? “But Char,”

[/color] he whined while stretching some more, failing in his attempt to touch his toes. “It was a really adorable TimKon fic!”[/color] TimKon being the ship name for Tim Drake and Conner Kent. “Tim’s biological dad was there and they had to be in hiding and Tim needed to protect Conner and it was just really angsty and I needed to read it all or I wouldn’t be able to sleep!”[/color] He flailed while he spoke to emphasize his point.

Stretching was getting boring and Damian was getting restless so he began jumping and running on the spot, keeping his knees high and getting into his jogging zone until Charlotte set off. Damian followed, of course, jogging down the park with an excited grin on his face and a positive outlook toward the rest of his day. Maybe this jogging thing would become a regular occurrence. Maybe he’d join her more often. “Boy?”[/color] It took him a moment to realize which boy she was talking about. “Oh! Tahir!”[/color] Well duh, Tahir. Who else would she be referring to? “We’re not in love! We’re just friends!”[/color] His cheeks burned red and he watched the ground ahead of them rather than at her. “Char! Stop! We’re just friends!”[/color] But the more he insisted the more in denial he obviously was. “I mean, he’s super hot and awesome and I just wanna’ jump him most of the time but we’re just friends! I don’t know if he even likes other guys let alone likes me. Or if he wants that. Or what. We’re just friends.”[/color] Liar.

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coffee's only a dime ,
LIVING IN THE SUNLIGHT LOVING IN THE MOONLIGHT HAVING A WONDERFUL TIME I'M JUST AS FREE,

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