Melt your headaches|Ryden 1x1 w/ chemicalwinter

[throam]

Brendon shrugged and took the cards. He flipped over a four of diamonds.

[ChemicalWinter]

Ryan sighed and flipped over a queen of hearts, finally grabbing the hand. “We never did talk about Leeds.” He thoughtfully muttered under his breath. He didn’t want to poke at old things, but it was on his mind now.

[throam]

"We didn't?" Brendon asked, setting a six of spades down in front of them.

[ChemicalWinter]

//six of clubs was used, ya?//

Ryan mumbled a soft “no” and shook his head, laying down a nine of clubs.

[throam]

//ya oops//

"Oh." Brendon murmured, messing with his deck of cards, "Should we...?" He asked, slightly confused.

[ChemicalWinter]

“I dunno.” Ryan murmured, lifting his head, looking into Brendon’s eyes. He wasn’t sure if he’d hit a bad subject or made Brendon worried. “A lot happened that summer.” He said honestly. It had been a major point in their time, not only as a band, but as friends.

[throam]

"Yeah." Brendon agreed, recalling events. 'A lot' was probably an understatement, but he kept quiet about it.

[ChemicalWinter]

Ryan bit his lip and held his card down in place. He sighed softly and stared down at it, figuring it must’ve been bad timing to mention it. “It’s whatever, I guess.” He said dismissively, figuring Brendon wasn’t going to say anything on the subject. “Doesn’t matter.” Blatant lying, but Ryan needed to cover his tracks somehow.

[throam]

Brendon blinked. "Hey, it's not whatever." he said softly. "Of course it matters. That's when we really got close." He pulled his leg up to his chest and rested his head on it, looking at Ryan.

[ChemicalWinter]

“Yeah.” Ryan rested his chin on his fist, smiling a little as he reminisced. “Still just friends, but... We were great. Still are, but- it was the start of the spark, I guess.” He remembered being all decked out in makeup and eyeliner, the rose vest, Brendon’s top hats, the confidence they were building, how they began to draw closer and more trusting.