--- we can fly away

[bentley r. aesalon]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v485/brittastik/white-grey-background.jpg); width: 440px; padding-top:10px;] it's the same old story --- what was it about coffee that bentley loved so much. maybe it was the insomnia that he had suffered a year ago that kicked him back into that stuff. more caffeine meant more energy for him. more energy to put into his art work. bentley had done a lot during that time. he'd find an empty tower in the university like he had at hogwarts and find some kind of inspiration in his mind even if it was just abstract. his hands wrapped around the dark cup of coffee. he felt the warms on his palms as he lifted it up to his mouth to take a sip. it was about nine am. on a saturday. he had come to relax by himself, maybe do some thinking. bentley didn't want to think of himself as too serious of a guy but it often seemed like it. he did like to joke around, it was just hard. hard to him to become relaxed with people. he always felt tense around them. he didn't know why he was this way. as he placed his cup down, he held onto his knuckles. he cracked each one of them as he looked down at the paper in front of him. everything was going calm now. nothing that looked too serious at the moment. he flipped to the quidditch headlines right now. since university had just started, bentley had a hard time finding time to actually keep up with quidditch. he had been a player back at hogwarts but recently he had gotten lazy. he didn't feel like a team player anymore. instead, bentley would go on runs or find some other way to work out in solitude. he was still into keeping himself looking good but he didn't have that love for working as a team as he had before. it was still early, bentley could still make it into quidditch auditions. bentley hadn't always been liked this but he had changed since hogwarts. he had grown up. he felt like his twin and him were even distancing from each other. they had grown up together. they were always together. at hogwarts, they actually compared the two like fred and george. very alike and almost always together. while they weren't funny like the weasley twins were, they were very unlike. however as the years went by, the aesalon brothers were changing. it might have had something to do with this girl that had chosen bentley over mason. bentley didn't want to think about it. he wrinkled his eyebrows as he read the paper. it was september and it was still nice enough to be outside. bentley was wearing a grey waffle-print shirt and jeans. he bit his lip lifting his blue eyes from the paper. he became lost in thought thinking about what was he was going to do with his life. he was a junior but soon enough he'd graduate. it was only two years left before he would have to make something of his life. he hadn't thought about going to university at first but when mason told him about it, bentley was swayed to go. while he had majored at the university in art, bentley was sure that he could be a striving artist right now. he didn't how great his talent was but the university had helped him with the skills. this was a risky career choice though. to be an artist meant that you would have to stand out from the crowd. would the art community accept a prep of a boy? bentley wasn't too sure. his clean hair-cut, his muscular form, tan skin and swagger didn't help much. looking at bentley, he looked like a snob of a boy. probably a boy into quidditch but he didn't need a career. mommy and daddy had set up a fund for him. however bentley didn't want that to happen. he did come from a pureblood family, that didn't mean that he had everything laid out for him. bentley snapped out of his thoughts hearing chatter from behind him. he pressed his hand on his forehead and looked up to see what was around him. when his vision came back to where he actually was, he realized that he had been staring at a person. fearing that he was looking like a creep, bentley's eyes went back down onto the sheet of newspaper that he had been reading. he hoped that the person hadn't misjudged his staring. if only bentley hadn't gotten lost in the position that he had been in. he flicked his index finger at the cup hoping that the person would go away or not have noticed his unusual fixation on them. the thoughts had been so heavy on his mind that they had caused him to freeze in the moment. back in reality, bentley was aware of where he was and what was happening rather than lost in his own dreamland. he had been so embarrassed by his staring that bentley's actions had been quick almost irrational. he hadn't had the chance to actually see who he had been looking at all this time. tag: mason ! word count: 855 lyric credit: neverest notes: none

[mason t. aesalon]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,10,true][atrb=style,background-image: url('http://i53.tinypic.com/wb98wn.jpg');,true] WHO NEEDS PICTURES ! Mason Theodore Aesalon was a party kind of guy. There was no doubt about this. He didn’t like to miss out on a good time, and tended to far too into it when he was there. He was the man that people knew, and the type that would charm his way into any crowd. It was because of this that on a Saturday morning, Friday being the beginning to any weekend (and a major party day), Mason was waking up to a girl he couldn’t remember the name of, with a huge hangover. Sitting up in bed, he closed his eyes and rubbed his hand over them. Yawning, his head started to pound even more than it had a second ago. Sighing, he slipped out of bed, not surprised that he was fully naked, and walked over his medicine cabinet. Popping a few pills, he didn’t plan on keeping the headache for long. Going back over to the bed, he wrote up a note for the girl still in a slumber on the other side of his bed. ’I’m going to get us some breakfast and coffee. Be back in an hour if you’re interested.’ including the time so she would know what time to expect him back around, Mason had many different sides to him. Though there were many people who thought of him as an asshole, he wasn’t actually. There were times when he could be a dick, yes, but everyone had those moments. When it came to Mason’s sex life, he only went for girls who wanted the same thing as him, he always used protection, and he never left in the middle of the night. He didn’t care if the girl stayed the night at his place, and he wouldn’t kick them out if he woke up before them. Times like today were the occasions where he would bring back breakfast for them. Sometimes they stayed, sometimes they didn’t. Either way he was never attached so it didn’t faze him. What was wrong with having company for breakfast? He didn’t see any, so weird or not in others’ eyes, he didn’t care what they thought. That was just a typical Mason; he had always been confident in going with what his mind told him to do, and not going off of what others told him was right. The Gryffindor felt bad for those who were dependant and followed someone who controlled their lives. You only live once, why waste it how someone else wants to? It had never made much sense to him. There was a local café that Mason planned to go to. It wasn’t too far and they had coffee that he always loved to drink after a hangover. Many things about the campus café attracted Mason. One, during the early afternoon when the sun was at its peak, girls would lie out on the picnic tables and tan. He always had a nice view and if he was eating outside, he didn’t mind being able to look at them instead of leaves blowing passed or the bloke he was out with. Two, the food; the café had a large variety and he liked that he didn’t have to wait long to get what he wanted. Mason tended to be a tad bit impatient when he was hung over. Perhaps it was because of the fact that it was nosier around the front, or maybe it was just because he was hung over. In the end the fact remained the same. Sliding on a pair of jeans and a plaid shirt, he left the apartment, closing the door behind him quietly. In the morning’s it didn’t take much for him to get ready- it was the same for his identical brother. Growing up, their mother had always been amazed at how fast they would be ready after they woke up, even if it was late. Really, there was no complaining for anyone because it meant that things could happen sooner rather than being delayed. The clean-cut boy had his hair fall naturally into place, even only having one strand of hair stick up if he were to go to bed with wet hair. Squinting slightly as he walked into the sun, he summoned his sun glasses and slid them on. Oh what he would do if he didn’t have them. Sliding them onto his face, Mason took the walk over to the University café and walked in. Any weekend at nine o’clock am there weren’t many people anywhere. Early teens or late teens, teenagers would always be teenagers and sleep in. It was the glory of having no work to go to at the crack of dawn and to not take advantage of that wasn’t a common thing anywhere, especially around the University campus. Ordering a few things to go, Mason pulled out his small bag from his pocket. Mason had learned the hard way that using the to-go bags the café gave out was not a smart idea when planning on walking. The story went a little like this. Mason had gone to the café to order some food and had been heading back to his apartment, bag in hand, minding his own business. Not paying full attention, he missed the fact that was a dog up ahead, not a leash. There were a few dog-lovers around the campus, so even if he had seen he wouldn’t have been alarmed. However, this time around he should have been. Pain stared to cascade up the males’ leg, and it was at that point hat he noticed there was a dog off a leash, biting his leg. Automatically, he let out a reaction and the dog let go of his leg. The reason the dog gave up so easily? As he reacted, his hand went up, apparently a little too quickly, and the bag ripped at the bottom, allowing the food fall out of the bottom. Mason had to walk away with narrowed eyes as to not have to watch the dog eat the food he had just bought. Needless to say, Mason hadn’t complained. No, instead he brought his own bag with an extendable charm on it and kept the wrapped food in there with his money, all easily hidden in his pocket, not able to be detected by a person or a day. Thanking the lady who was at the bar, he checked her up and down and smiled. Going to leave, he noticed then that his brother was sitting around, staring off into space at who knew what. Tilting his head the way Bentley was staring, he couldn’t see anything that he could be checking out, human or inanimate. Walking over to him, he pulled out the chair across from him. ”Hey. You okay there, bro?” he asked, taking a sip of his coffee (the only thing he didn’t put in his bag). Mason found that over the last few years he and his twin had been getting more distant, though he had never spoken out the reason why. Mason never wanted to have to admit that he was jealous of his brother. Despite that jealousy, they were still brothers so he didn’t want them to drift apart fully. They did have some good times together, and those would never fade from his memory. Blood was thicker than a lot of things, and Mason truly did believe that. 1236 WORDS , TWINLET , listening to BRAD PAISLEY , SORRY FOR THE WAIT!

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[bentley r. aesalon]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v485/brittastik/white-grey-background.jpg); width: 440px; padding-top:10px;] it's the same old story --- growing up as a twin was a special thing. an identical twin was even more special. the boys growing up were troublemakers. it was a definitely a relationship where neither were mad when they took the hit for the other. as children, when mother was getting too mad at one of them, the other would stand up and say it was them. as teenagers at hogwarts, they would both take the grenade if they had to. if that would mean the other would get something that night, the other would take it. it was a give and take relationship with the two. since university started, bentley had been noticing that this was less and less apparent. due to the fact they were studying different things and they were different people now. bentley found that he was going through a lot of growth while mason was still the same person. bentley blamed himself for their fading relationship. if he hadn't changed so much, they would still be the same as they were before. looking back, it was around the time in their sixth year when daphne krum had come between the boys. she was a pretty girl and back then, bentley wanted her. if it was the bentley now that had been in that situation then, he would've never allowed her to two-time them. he didn't understand how she could've. all those years together were destroyed by one girl that wasn't in either of their lives anymore. how could this have happened? they were brothers. twin brothers. there for each other from the start. now when they should be even closer than ever, they weren't. they were now two separate people going on separate lives. it was true that eventually the two would be different. their mother couldn't always dress them up in the same outfit and they wouldn't want to be same anymore but this didn't feel right to bentley. he never bothered to ask mason either thinking that it would be awkward to ask what had happened. maybe mason hadn't noticed it and it was all in bentley's head. however there had to be some kind of twin intuition that something was wrong. even when they were younger, they could tell when the other wasn't feeling good. it wasn't so easy now. they were grown up men who were able to take care of themselves. bentley looked up to actually see mason. what a coincidence. just when bentley was thinking about him, he shows up. he cleared his throat. "uh yeah, when you're alone you get too lost in your thoughts." he circled the top of his mug with his index finger still a little lost. he shock himself out of it realizing that his brother was standing across from him. "sit bud." bentley stood up and signaled at the chair across from him. "what's been up? we haven't seen each other in so long." he actually had no idea what had been going on in mason's life. for all bentley knew, he could be in some kind of wizarding mafia and bentley wouldn't know. at hogwarts, they had been in different houses but had somehow found a way to see each other. they were in the same basic classes and had normally chosen the same classes that were electives but mason was now in business while bentley was in art. the two didn't mix. mason was more logical while bentley was creative. that had to be one of the biggest differences between the twins. he was now starting to realize that he wasn't into the parties as much as he was at hogwarts. he didn't try to make every single one anymore. he didn't walk in with mason anymore. they weren't partners in crime anymore. when bentley went into a party and saw mason, he usually had his arm around a girl already. bentley had been a lot more sloppy when it came to girls at hogwarts than mason but he was now finding that mason had more women than he did. bentley didn't care anymore if he had a girl for the night. he was okay with dragging himself back into his dorm. he didn't get so wasted that he wasn't aware of his surroundings. bentley was a different person. more refined actually. his blue eyes met up with his brothers. it was scary how identical they were to one another in appearance but different in personality. bentley reached for the back of his neck and scratched at it. "unless you have somewhere to go..." bentley didn't understand why he was saying this. he shouldn't have to say this to his brother. past bentley would have forced mason onto the seat already. he wouldn't have even asked. he would have expected mason to have sat down already and if he didn't, he would've pushed him onto the chair. it was now awkward that bentley had to actually ask. part of bentley wanted to bring up why and what happened. that was the thing with relationships. when they changed, there had to be answer but no one wanted to raise the question. it was safer for the relationship but there would always be the questions of why and how. relationships always had to change but sometimes they were left unanswered. tag: mason ! word count: 880 lyric credit: neverest notes: LOLOLOL SO SHORT COMPARED TO YOU

[mason t. aesalon]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,10,true][atrb=style,background-image: url('http://i53.tinypic.com/wb98wn.jpg');,true] WHO NEEDS PICTURES ! The elder of the two identical Aesalon twins was way different than his brother. Which Bentley loved the arts, Mason loved business. In a way, they were like a two-sided mirror. Both sides were able to see the same picture, but there was more to the story than only seeing a reflection than the reflection; there was a story, too. Mrs. Aesalon had thought it would be cute to have her kids dress up in the same colors or outfits growing up, and even then when they looked exactly the same in even more ways, their insides were always different. Going off to Hogwarts had been emotional for Mason, though he hadn’t shown it, because he was afraid that his brother wouldn’t be in the same house as him. They grew up side-by-side, super close to one another, so to him it would be more than weird to be separated. The Gryffindor lad had been right to worry. As it turned out, they were not put into the same house. The sorting hat felt like he was courageous and noble, while his brother was more cunning and sly. The lion and the snake. Both animals were completely different, and to Mason it didn’t seem right at first. They were brothers! How could a lion and a snake get along when, in most cases, they hated each other? He had moved on from all of this eventually, and being in a different house had shown him that he did have more friends than his brother, although he found that no one was as good as a friend in the long run. It was hard to find loyal, long-term friends in a generation like his. Unfortunate, yes, but the brutal true really. Major and minor things popped up over the years, defining more and more various differences between the two boys, Mason noticing every one of them. A majority of people think that a twin is still only a brother, whether or not you were in the same womb at the same time or not. Until one actual experiences the situation (which obviously they can’t if they don’t have a twin- the point remains the same nonetheless), it was hard to understand how a connection was created at birth. Deleting the other out of their life completely would be heartbreaking, and no matter how far away the twin was, worry and wonder always kicked in. It was cheesy to say, but because of the so called “twin intuition” Mason didn’t worry much about Bentley. He truly believed that if he was in some sort of trouble, he would be able to feel it. People believing in the power of a twin connection or not never bothered the boy. His only problem would involve him, and so that would be that he was a believer. Why go off of what other people say? Being a leader is always better than being a follower. Independence is attractive, especially in a woman. Taking the seat across from his brother, he never understood some of the manners, if one would call it that, such as standing up when someone self sat. If the situation was reversed, Mason would have simply gestured only, not seeing the need to stand up as well. The brunette never questioned his brother, though. He was the way he was, and that was good enough. It always would be, too. ”What were you thinking about that made you get that zoned out? A girl? I’ve met a girl..”

[/b] Mason replied, adding in his news at the end, making sure to be nonchalant about it. At home there was a girl waiting in his bed for him, and he hoped that she would be there when he got back. Her name was Adele Potter, and they have really hit it off the night before. Of course they had ended up in his bed, both drunk, there was something different about her though; something that intrigued him. Girls scared Mason- legitimately scared (when talking about commitment at least, since his heart was so guarded), and he hadn’t even thought about taking a chance with a girl since Daphne. To Mason, the fact that he considered it meant a great deal. Sighing and looking behind Bentley for a minute, he stared off into the distance. A long time. It had been awhile, huh? Mason didn’t like to think about how long in between they had since the last visits, as the fact that they were once close and now weren’t was depressing, no matter why it had happened or how long ago it had begun. Shaking his head from left to right, he took a sip of the coffee in hand. ”Nah. I mean, nah. I don’t. I’m good to catch up.”[/b] Mason thought that leaving out the fact that he had a girl at home was best. Bentley was the type that would shoe him off to go be with her, even if she was sleeping; therefore nothing was the best answer. He did want to see what his twin was up too, and at least get a quick conversation in, if not somewhat of an extended one. ”What’s new with you?”[/b] to be honest, Mason wasn’t sure what to expect. Surely something with his art class, as his brother’s mind was always so.. different from his. Although he had never admitted it, he envied Bentley at times, the creativity he had being one on the list.
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914 WORDS , TWINLET , listening to A FAN , DONE

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