give up and let go [virgil/open/idek]

[CAMDEN EVAN JONES]

I THINK I'M CAUGHT INBETWEEN<<
the nights and days fly by when i'm lost on the streets



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cool air swept in from over the ocean, causing the early autumn weather to seem all the more cold. still, some people didn't care about the frigidness that the beach's air held, venturing out to the well-liked place despite their shivers. one of those people was the overly bubbly camden jones, who refused to be deterred from going to his favorite place to hang out. it was almost december, however, and while camden wasn't the brightest crayon in the box -hence why he was at the beach in the first place- he wasn't entirely stupid. he'd made sure to dress properly enough, layering on two shirts (the under one black, and the other blue) and a dark gray cotton jacket, as well as a pair of his tightest black skinny jeans. when camden had left his house, he'd been pretty confident that he'd overdressed, but now that he was at the beach, he was starting to think quite the opposite.

humming loudly to himself, camden ignored the goosebumps forming on both his covered arms and legs. he practically skipped along the shoreline, his man-sandles sinking into the mushy sand with every step he took, covering his feet in the icky substance. noticing this fact, the seventeen year old (with the brain of a five year old, mind you) wrinkled up his nose in distaste, eyeing his sandles in annoyance. he knew he should've worn his old converse or something.. but he hadn't wanted to get those dirty because they were his favorite pair. then again, he did have enough money saved up to buy a new pair.. he could get that adorable purple pair he'd seen at journey's a week back, it would match so well with his beloved lavender hoodie..

before the boy could get too lost in his thoughts, he noticed something lying on the ground out of his peripheral vision. at first he assumed it was some sort of dead fish carcass -ew!- but upon closer inspection, he realized it was just half of a broken beer bottle. "ugh, really? can people not clean up after themselves?" camden mumbled to himself, shuffling over to the glass and bending down to pick it up. making sure not to cut his palm on the jagged edge of it, he took the bottle to the nearest trashcan, which happened to only be a couple meters away. after discarding the bottle, camden wiped his hands on his jeans, not at all caring if he got them dirty.

"hmm," he mused to himself, glancing around and not seeing anyone in particular that he knew. "i'm really starting to wish it'd be spring already.."

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>>AND MY EYES, THEY DESPISE YOU FOR WHO I AM
why don't ya say so, why don't ya say so?

lyrics used ● poppin' champagne - all time low
tagged ● virgil/open/idk?<3
word count ● 4 3 8
comments ● sorry it's so short
outfit ● here
listening to ● scene girlz - brokencyde

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[virgil jun kristos]

▪ ▪ ▪ ▪ ▪ ▪ ▪ ▪ ▪ ▪ ▪ ▪ ▪ ▪ ▪ [th] “you an’ me both, sunshine,” the senior answered in response, having heard the kid when he was only a few metres away, out for a walk along the beach. he had no idea what had driven him to go for another walk today, though perhaps it was just homesickness. he missed his home in australia even though here was just as good, maybe even better, as he did not feel haunted here as he did there. he did not like the feeling that his dead sister and brother were unhappy that he had managed to survive alistair’s fit of anger – alistair was virgil’s private tutor and family friend – even though they had said themselves that they wanted him to live his life to the full. goddammit, how could he do that when he felt so alone in this damn world! deep breath, virgil, relax, he told himself when he felt himself twitch, perhaps even seen by the other boy just a metre away from him, a respectable distance away from him. the blond glanced away quickly to hide the single tear in each of his green eyes. he blinked a few times to get it out then looked back at the boy, studying him with steady forest optics before smiling a bit at the other, noting that he looked like a good guy, but thing was, he had the same colour hair as little jarek. dark brown. the surfer pushed away the thoughts of his little brother before he become more depressed. “winter’s quite a pain. i’ve never really lived somewhere with cold winters like here in bluewater bay,” he paused, thinking before correcting himself, “well. it was colder in summer in australia. summer was actually winter and winter was actually summer,” how come it was so easy to make conversation? or was it just virgil’s social nature that helped him ramble on? he shook his head to clear his thoughts and shake hair away from his eyes. “whats’ yer name? i’m virgil, virgil kristos,” he said brightly, holding out a hand to shake hands with the boy, a bubbly aura surrounding him as a grin matching the brightness of his voice appeared on his angled face. ▪ ▪ ▪ ▪ ▪ ▪ ▪ ▪ ▪ ▪ ▪ ▪ ▪ ▪ ▪ ooc. fail post is fail. [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,350,true][bg=white]

[CAMDEN EVAN JONES]

I THINK I'M CAUGHT INBETWEEN<<
the nights and days fly by when i'm lost on the streets



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having started to inspect the area around himself for more trash (deciding that if he wasn't doing anything better, he might as well be helping the environment or something), camden's mind started to wander again and he basically stopped noticing the people around him. that's why when he heard a clear voice, obviously fairly close to him, say, "you an’ me both, sunshine", he jumped a little, startled. quickly looking up at whoever had spoken, camden sighed almost inaudibly in relief in seeing that it was just a boy about his own age - possibly a year or two older or something along those lines. looking over the other boy, camden took in his nice blonde hair and his pretty green eyes. but more importantly, the junior looked at the other guy's clothes, deeming them stylish enough after a few seconds of observing.

realizing that that the other boy might think he was staring or checking him out, camden quickly looked back up at his face, just in time to see him twitch the slightest bit. wrinkling his brow in confusion at the action, the brunette decided not to comment on it, in case he were to offend the other. he also didn't speak when he took note of the blonde boy looking away for a few moments. camden had started bouncing on the heels on his feet, eager to start a conversation, as usual. but he sensed that he should let the other person speak first, for one reason or another. so when the blonde boy started rambling on about winter and australia, a grin spread across the younger boy's face, his eyes lighting up like a christmas tree, as they always did whenever he was speaking to someone.

"whats’ yer name? i’m virgil, virgil kristos," camden rolled the name through his mind a couple of times, staring intently at the shorter boy's face for a few seconds, trying to force the name and the face stick so he wouldn't forgot the boy's name later on if they were to meet again. finally glancing down to see the other boy's hand sticking out expectantly, camden reached out his own hand and shook it enthusiastically. "that's a cool name! i'm camden. camden evan jones, actually. but of course i don't go by all of that at once, because really, who would go by their whole name? it would be such a mouthful. but anyway, yeah, what's up?" the boy's voice was loud, as per usual, and easily showed off all of his excitement at finding someone to talk to, even if only for a minute.

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>>AND MY EYES, THEY DESPISE YOU FOR WHO I AM
why don't ya say so, why don't ya say so?

lyrics used ● poppin' champagne - all time low
tagged ● virgil/open/idk?<3
word count ● 4 3 3
comments ● your post was gr8, ok
outfit ● here
listening to ● we all roll along - the maine

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[virgil jun kristos]

▪ ▪ ▪ ▪ ▪ ▪ ▪ ▪ ▪ ▪ ▪ ▪ ▪ ▪ ▪ [th]when his forest gaze came back to rest on the slightly taller boy – virgil himself was only 5’10” – he noticed his eyes light up, almost like when you turned on your bedroom light when it was pitch black at night and it just flashed on, without any time for your eyes to adjust and almost blinding you, but virgil meant in the sense that it was so sudden when the lights came on. he had no objection to the brightness in the other’s eyes. it made him feel welcome, and it gave off a warm and bubbly aura that the surfer had a large fondness of. it was an aura that surrounded happy dogs, and virgil loved dogs with a burning passion. did that sound like roy mustang or what. the other took his hand and shook it. quite enthusiastically at that, to which virgil returned the shake with a grin on his face. he could grow to like this kid, or had he already become attached to him, ever so slightly? damn, it was annoying, him getting attached to something so quickly, but he just couldn’t help it when the person he was becoming tied to was so friendly sounding and just warm! he just felt glad he could match the excited aura around the one who introduced themselves as ‘camden evan jones’, or rather, just ‘camden’. it was an odd name and virgil hadn’t heard it that often. he supposed it wasn’t popular in australia and greece, and therefore rare to come by. “nah, i think yer name is cooler, sunshine. it flows more than mine, i reckon! me full name is virgil jun kristos, which sounds better than just virgil kristos. sounds almost choppy, but i dunno. could be my accent or som’ing,” virgil spoke in a mix of an australian and greek accent, but it had tones of an american tone in there somewhere. he quite liked his accent. australian accents were quite laidback, quite like himself, so it suited him. “i’m quite good, though, thanks fer askin’. i’m just kinda cold, ‘cuz of the weather. quite chilly on the beaches now, which is a shame. i love walkin’ ‘long beaches. so, what about you?” virgil almost sung, tilting his head to the side as he placed his hands in his pockets, grinning brightly at camden. ▪ ▪ ▪ ▪ ▪ ▪ ▪ ▪ ▪ ▪ ▪ ▪ ▪ ▪ ▪ [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,350,true][bg=white]

[CAMDEN EVAN JONES]

I THINK I'M CAUGHT INBETWEEN<<
the nights and days fly by when i'm lost on the streets



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when virgil said that he thought camden's name was cooler -if at all possible- camden's face grew even brighter. the smile painted across his lips widened and his puppy-dog brown eyes twinkled with happiness. sure, maybe he was over exaggerating a little - really, it was just a tiny compliment. but the boy had never had anyone say anything nice about his name before; even camden had to admit that his own name was slightly odd. so when virgil thought it was cool, well, it pretty much made camden's day. "thanks!" he squealed, probably sounding like a six year old girl who'd just gotten the bratz doll she'd wanted for her birthday.

finally tuning back in to the rest of what virgil was saying, camden nodded in agreement. 'virgil jun kristos' did just seem to.. roll off the tongue better. "yeah, but i like your name either way. it's really original and awesome. and your accent's so cool, too! i wish i had an accent.." for a fraction of a second, a frown graced the boy's face before he snapped out of it, returning to his overly-bubbly self. he didn't speak again, though, instead listening intently as virgil talked once more. honestly, camden would have no problem with just standing there and listening to virgil speak all day - his accent was just so fun to listen to!

when virgil had seemed to finish talking, however, camden quickly replied, "you're welcome! and i'm pretty cold, too. i'm not a huge fan of winter time, to be quite honest, but i like coming down to the beach, so i deciding a little bit of chilly weather wasn't going to stop me." using his hands to gesture down to himself and his choice of clothing, camden added on, in a voice just as loud, "i was pretty sure i'd even overdressed and i'd be hot out here or something. i'm even wearing, like, three shirts! okay, well, two shirts and a jacket. but i never wear this type of clothes, either! .. wait, what was a talking abo- oh, right! right, yeah, even with all this on, i'm freezing my butt off!" after his almost-speech, camden huffed loudly, desperately needing air, considering he'd spoken without pausing for even a brief second.

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>>AND MY EYES, THEY DESPISE YOU FOR WHO I AM
why don't ya say so, why don't ya say so?

lyrics used ● poppin' champagne - all time low
tagged ● virgil/open/idk?<3
word count ● 3 7 7
comments ● yes. camden usually wears the nineteenth century clothes, plz. usually.
outfit ● here
listening to ● we all roll along - the maine

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[virgil jun kristos]

▪ ▪ ▪ ▪ ▪ ▪ ▪ ▪ ▪ ▪ ▪ ▪ ▪ ▪ ▪ [th]not many people did say that they liked virgil’s name. they probably just thought it but never spoke it aloud, so to hear the compliment on his name was quite… would refreshing be the word? it felt nice to hear it, though, but to also hear a compliment on his accent made virgil grin and then chuckle quietly at the later words. “ya do ‘ave an accie, mate. it’s ‘cuz yer used to it so ya don’t know it’s there. if ya were to go to england or somethin’, yer accent would stick out like a scuba diver in a desert,” the memory was still weirdly creepy, but it was still funny. he could really tell camden was listening to his accent intently. virgil nodded in agreement when the slightly taller said that he wasn’t a fan of the cold winter season but that cold weather wasn’t going to stop him from going down to the beach. it never stopped virgil, but one thing that stopped the surfer from going down to the beach was just crowds of people at about midday, getting their tans, which was why he always got up early – six am usually – to go for a quick walk before going down there about twelve hours later, when people had left. he took two walks each day in order to keep healthy, but it was also his thinking time, the time to think about past and future, and a place where he could make a decision. this sort of alone time in such a beautiful environment was important to virgil, as time was always important to him. you had to give time to others so they could make decisions; you needed to be patient with people, no matter how much time passed. damn was time so important… “hold on a sec’, sunshine. ya said ya don’t wear those sorta clothes? what sorta clothes d’ya wear then?” he asked, tilting his head to the side, quite genuinely interested in the answer of the question. virgil wasn’t really one for fashion. he just wore normal jeans and trousers in cold weather, complete with a shirt or tshirt, and obviously a jacket, and then in hot weather he often wore a tanktop and a pair of knee length shorts, with sandals. virgil quite liked sandals, or just walking around barefooted. made him feel one with nature, you know? he liked the feeling of warm earth beneath his feet. ▪ ▪ ▪ ▪ ▪ ▪ ▪ ▪ ▪ ▪ ▪ ▪ ▪ ▪ ▪ [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,350,true][bg=white]

[CAMDEN EVAN JONES]

I THINK I'M CAUGHT INBETWEEN<<
the nights and days fly by when i'm lost on the streets



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camden's eyes widened slightly when virgil announced that camden, too, had an accent. he raised a hand to his mouth, which was slowly spreading into an even bigger smile. the boy squealed once, way too excited from hearing such a small fact. tiny things like that always tended to make camden way too happy; really, it was like he was a five year old mentally - and he probably was. even though he himself couldn't notice it because he'd known it that was his whole life (or since he could properly speak), knowing he had an accent made camden oddly.. proud - which is probably why he didn't question the analogy "yer accent would stick out like a scuba diver in a desert".

the brunette was about to ask exactly what accent virgil himself had -because, really, it didn't sound completely australian- but he was cut off when virgil spoke first. when the blond boy asked him what kind of clothes he normally wore, camden bit down on his bottom lip. truth be told, the seventeen year old was extremely self conscious, though it usually didn't seem that way to other people. if he told virgil what his usual attire consisted of, would virgil think he was a freak? most people did. especially when camden went out to public places dressed in his normal getup, people tended to give him funny faces, creeped out faces, or looks of amusement. sure, no one in modern time really dressed the way camden usually did.. but was it really that bad?

what was so wrong with trousers and vests and pinstriped pants? or puffy dress shirts, cravats, waistcoats, and bowties? camden really didn't get it. they were all so unique and adorable looking! and, in his opinion, quite fashionable (camden was always very particular about what he wore). and there were so many accesories, too! there were canes and so many different types of tophats, as well as various kinds of pocket watches. camden himself had quite the collection of tophats and pocketwatches - which he was indeed very proud of!

finally snapping out of his mental rant, camden blinked at virgil, still chewing on his bottom lip, figuring what the hell, he decided to tell the boy the truth. it really wasn't a big deal, after all. "well, i usually wear nice, dressy shirts and waistcoats - and suspenders if i feel like it. i usually wear pinstriped pants, too. i have this one black-and-white pair, ohmygosh, they are so cute. i love them so much, but they make my butt look hu--- right, okay. and i wear dress shoes, too. um, and i might wear a tophat, it depends where i'm going. yeah.." he half expected virgil to give him the usual weird look most people gave him, so the smile on his face faltered a little.

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>>AND MY EYES, THEY DESPISE YOU FOR WHO I AM
why don't ya say so, why don't ya say so?

lyrics used ● poppin' champagne - all time low
tagged ● virgil/open/idk?<3
word count ● 4 7 3
comments ● oh.
outfit ● here
listening to ● layla - eric clapton

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[virgil jun kristos]

▪ ▪ ▪ ▪ ▪ ▪ ▪ ▪ ▪ ▪ ▪ ▪ ▪ ▪ ▪ [th]… this camden was such a child. virgil almost laughed when he saw the smile that was growing bigger and bigger and heard the squeal. he was like, what, five years old? but it was so damn cute how kids would squee when they heard such small facts but that could completely change their emotions, making them much happier and really giggly! it was amazing how a child’s emotions were temperamental, but it could be quite scary sometimes. it was annoying, too, when the child was really happy and then suddenly they become really upset because they just tripped over or something. virgil couldn’t blame them, though. i mean, falling over did hurt quite a damn lot if it was on cement or something. virgil smiled at the memory of his little brother, jarek kristos, when he was five years old, but it caused a dark look to appear on his face. he forced himself to put his mask of joy back on. virgil’s gaze was more of an expression of awe and wonder when he listened to the clothes camden listed off – an eyebrow had raised when the taller had said “but they make my butt look hu—“ – and he placed a hand near his mouth, resting the elbow of the arm the hand was connected to on his other hand, trying to think. “hey, i think i might’ve seen ya, actually!” come on, memory, work. as soon as he thought, hurry up, mind! his memory worked and he remembered seeing the same boy in front of him going through town. “hey, i have seen ya! you looked pretty damn good, mate. nineteenth century clothes are quite… hmm… well, int’restin’, i s’ppose. hell, you not followin’ today’s fashion makes ya unique. ” he said, grinning brightly at the other kid, hoping that he would perk up. on that day he had seen an ‘oddly dressed kid but nonetheless looked quite good’, he had noticed the stares and weird looks other people were giving him. camden was probably feeling sad that others thought him a freak for being who he was. … hold on. there was another part to that memory. virgil could remember himself changing course in order to walk past the kid. he could remember himself leaning down quickly and saying, “y’are who you are. yer unique so don’t follow the law of fashion today like a sheep an’ it’s shepherd.” that’s why he seemed a little familiar, today, but would camden remember that? ▪ ▪ ▪ ▪ ▪ ▪ ▪ ▪ ▪ ▪ ▪ ▪ ▪ ▪ ▪ [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,350,true][bg=white]

[CAMDEN EVAN JONES]

I THINK I'M CAUGHT INBETWEEN<<
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camden watched virgil's thoughtful expression with an uneasy feeling building in the pit of his stomach. oh no. virgil was trying to think of the nicest way possible to call him a freak, wasn't he? he was going to get made fun of again. really, camden wasn't one to let other peoples' words get to him or change him in any way, shape, or form. but when you've been told the same thing a thousand times over.. it starts to get to you, to be completely honest. and camden couldn't count the number of times he'd heard people call out to him "are you in the circus or something?", "what the fuck is messed up with your mind?", and "you look like a bloody idiot!", plus many other variations of those phrases, of course. camden would never say it out loud, but it really hurt on the inside to know that no one approved of the way he dressed. it wasn't that bad, was it? it was just clothes! but still, it bothered the brunette so much that he looked away from virgil, his cheeks aflame from his embarrassment.

the last thing the boy expected to hear was "you looked pretty damn good," so naturally, his jaw fell open and his eyes went wide. never, ever had anyone so much as complimented him on his apparel - not even the shop workers where he got his odd clothes. it had always been insults or nothing at all - never something positive! sure, camden had known that his style was.. unique, but he'd never necessarily thought of that as a good thing. but the way virgil had said it, it made it seem like it was. camden wasn't quite sure why the little compliments were making him so happy, but they were absolutely filling his heart with joy and making the biggest grin yet spread across his face. yeah, he was a huge overreactor, definitely.

the taller boy gazed straight at virgil's face, kind of wanting to hug the guy. but he knew that would've made the situation awkward, so he decided against it and instead went with a simple, murmured, "thanks". he continued smiling at virgil, looking over the other boy's face.

and then something hit him. he'd seen virgil somewhere before, hadn't he? or maybe he'd heard the boy's voice somewhere..? camden couldn't quite put his finger on it, but it was on the very tip of his tongue, whatever little fact he was missing. it was almost as if his mind was trying to tell him something, remind him something.. but what the hell was it? the expression on the brunette's face changed from overjoyed to puzzled in a matter of seconds, his head tilting to the side as he tried with all his might to concentrate on virgil. he knew there was something about virgil.. slightly familiar.. something.. and then realization washed over him, drowning his senses in the tiny memory. on one of camden's usual days, not too long ago -on which he'd been dressed in his preferred clothes, tophat and all- there had been this one blond-headed boy who'd whispered some kind words to him.. it couldn't have been virgil, could it?

wanting to know if he was remembering correctly or not, camden asked without a second thought, "hey.. have i ever talked to you before? because, i mean, the time you mentioned seeing me, however long ago that was.. did you.. i don't know, say anything? or was that not you?" pausing, camden bit down on his bottom lip for a moment, his expression still confused. "am i even making any sense right now or..?"

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>>AND MY EYES, THEY DESPISE YOU FOR WHO I AM
why don't ya say so, why don't ya say so?

lyrics used ● poppin' champagne - all time low
tagged ● virgil/open/idk?<3
word count ● 6 0 7
comments ● l o l
outfit ● here
listening to ● i write sins not tragedies - panic! at the disco

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[virgil jun kristos]

[cs=2][bg=666666][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,420px,true][atrb=cellspacing,0px,true][atrb=cellpadding,3px,true] ALL FREEDOM FIGHTERS, LET'S UNITE US « » SWITCH ON YOUR NITROUS AND LET'S GO

[bg=666666][atrb=cellspacing,0px,true][atrb=style,text-align:justify;][atrb=padding,5px,true] TAG(S) camden evan jones. WORD COUNT 557 NOTES ahahaha i have no idea if this is good or not, but sorry for the wait! xD LYRICS phenomenon by thousand foot krutch. CREDITS table made by darkee! steal and you die painfully!

[bg=666666][atrb=cellspacing,0px,true][atrb=padding,2px,true] THE OVERREACTING WAS… WELL, CUTE, BUT DIFFERENT, TOO. and a little odd, maybe. virgil himself didn’t overreact much but he had never been properly emotional to overreact. his parents might’ve overreacted when they found out three of their four children were dead, but virgil didn’t. he became emotionless to get it sorted out. well, actually, when he saw the room he was scared, when he saw that golden gaze turn to him and the moving of a mouth, he was scared, i’m sure you would be if you saw blood covering the room and the corpses of three people, but almost immediately after that, virgil’s emotions turned to stone as he moved forward smoothly to snatch the knife from ‘uncle’ alistair before he could commit suicide upon realising what he had done. the surfer had called his parents, took alistair to the police, and then he snapped as he was cleaning the living room up. he snapped as easily as a short plastic ruler. virgil cradled the corpses of all three siblings for three nights, slept with them in his arms, his parents could barely bring themselves to pull him away but even if they did attempt to he would snap at them like a grieving wolf would. he then left the bodies and washed them off, and such a scene made him scared of blood. and murder. i mean, if you saw that, wouldn’t you end up with a fear of blood? “thanks.” the greek grinned and nodded, and said a quiet, “yer welcome, mate.” he was actually surprised at the quietness of the word, almost expecting a loud, “oh my gosh really? thank you!” and maybe even a hug. a hug that would knock him backwards onto the sound, probably, but the other kid didn’t look that heavy, even though he was like an inch or two taller than him, and plus, virgil did had muscle, and he could keep his balance easily. it came from being a surfer, because you had to be able to withstand the crashing waves and be able to stand properly on the board. he raised an eyebrow, his green eyes noticing a change in facial expression in a few seconds, an erratic change; from happiness, to confusion. what was the other person so confused about? well, his answer was just there, because after a moment camden asked if he had ever talked to virgil before. he stayed quiet, waiting patiently for the other person to finish speaking, or rather, rambling (which was actually quite cute, and not annoying, but too much of it could probably irritate the elder, but still, he wouldn’t actually mind going out with camden, but he didn’t know the boy’s sexuality, so…) on about whether he had seen virgil or not. when he was done, the surfer nodded. “i did say something to you. i just remembered myself, actually. and yes, you were making sense,” he grinned a little, glad that the other remembered. he didn’t really want to mention it, in case the boy had completely forgot. virgil had quite a good memory, but he knew he didn’t have a photographic memory, though still, he could remember quite a lot of details, even from a long time ago. the memory of finding alistair and his siblings was, to this day, extremely clear, because it was that traumatising for virgil.