Time Matter.

It’s two twenty P.M. on a Monday and Gabriel gazes at Charles’ sheets-covered, sleeping body with a unimpressed stare. Gabriel coughs yet Charles continues not to look up or acknowledge him, face hidden, nuzzling the pillow it’s against. His breathing is calm and all Gabriel wants to do is leave the room so he can stop watching Charles’ chest slowly rise and fall, over and over and over again.

One of Gabriel’s hands holds his briefcase while the other taps, taps, taps the metallic nightstand impatiently. He checks his watch again—2:24 P.M.—and he sighs, massaging his forehead for a couple of seconds.

Their lunch date was supposed to be at one and a half.

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30Q’s of Character Development: Peter

1.) Describe your character’s relationship with their mother or their father, or both. Was it good? Bad? Were they spoiled rotten, ignored? Do they still get along now, or no?

Peter doesn’t know much about his parents, overall. His dad rarely spent more than a few hours a day at home; he ruffled Peter’s hair, got death glares from Peter’s sister Lauren, and left. Lea was no different. It’s not that they’re bad parents—in fact, unlike Peter’s uncle, Joseph and Lea do try to keep their two kids well-fed and in nice, secure conditions, so much that they turned into a work addicts. 

His relationship with his biological mother has always been average. While they don’t spend much time together, Peter does enjoy their conversations. 

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Taylor Kirrane | 24 ✗ Canadian ✗ U Student ✗ FC: Julian Morris

NICKNAME(S) Tay, Kit / DATE OF BIRTH May 18 / RELIGION Raised Christian / SEXUALITY Questioning / JUNG INTP / ENNEAGRAM Type 5w6 SP/SX / MORAL ALIGNMENT Chaotic Neutral / PERSONAL DNA xxx / ELEMENT Air / SIN Impatience / VIRTUE Kindness / TITLE The Absent-Minded 


Introverted Sensing Thinking Perceiving 

Introverted Thinking

Thinking, the dominant function, generally keeps its opinions to itself. The inner world of introverted thinkers resembles Plato’s rec room, where every untried idea runs the gauntlet of Truth. The personal or political source of the alleged fact matters little to Thinking; each tenet must stand on its own premises. Introverted thinkers focus their directives in on themselves, and would like nothing better than for others to do the same. One ISTP friend displays a poster of an orangutan with the caption, “If I want your opinion, I’ll beat it out of you.” Suffice it to say that ISTPs are by nature free spirits.

Extraverted Sensing

Auxiliary Sensing provides Thinking with all manner of information about the physical world. ISTPs possess heightened sensory awareness. And as other SPs, ISTPs are energized by responding to their impulses. Sports appeal to many ISTPs for the sheer sensory experience.

This combination of dominant introverted thinking and auxiliary extraverted sensing results in no-nonsense realism. The uncanny troubleshooting ability which predisposes many ISTPs to hands-on diagnostics (especially with machinery and computers) or detective work is most probably rooted in this pairing.

Introverted iNtuition

Tertiary iNtuition maintains a low profile. ISTPs are prone to consult “gut feelings” that most probably arise from this function unconsciously. As with other SP types, ISTPs generally lack enthusiasm for theoretical and philosophical issues, and less for the endless discussions in which the Intuitive (especially NP) types so frequently engage.

Extraverted Feeling

The inferior (least) feeling function is extraverted and, when operative, quite visible. As with all types, the inferior function is relatively simplistic and often operates unconsciously in an all-or-nothing manner. When operative, Feeling’s sensitivity and loyalty has the potential for great benefit and utter peril. It would seem that ISTPs would do well to nourish and cherish Feeling judgement, but to vigilantly supervise and protect it from predators and other catastrophes. 

"Clever" is the word that perhaps describes ENTPs best. The professor who juggles half a dozen ideas for research papers and grant proposals in his mind while giving a highly entertaining lecture on an abstruse subject is a classic example of the type. So is the stand-up comedian whose lampoons are both funny and incisively accurate.

ENTPs are usually verbally as well as cerebrally quick, and generally love to argue—both for its own sake, and to show off their debating skills. ENTPs tend to have a perverse sense of humor as well, and enjoy playing devil’s advocate. This sometimes confuses, even angers, those who don’t understand or accept the concept of argument as a sport.

ENTPs are as innovative and ingenious at problem-solving as they are at verbal gymnastics; on occasion, however, they manage to outsmart themselves. ENTPs can be prone to “sharp practice” – especially cutting corners without regard to the rules if it’s expedient – or, their juggling acts may simply be so over-ambitious they collapse.

Both at work and at home, ENTPs are very fond of “toys” — physical or intellectual, the more sophisticated the better. Once these have been “solved” or become too familiar, however, they’ll be replaced with new ones.

ENTPs are basically optimists, but in spite of this (perhaps because of it?), they can become petulant about small setbacks and inconveniences. (Major setbacks they regard as challenges, and tackle with determination.) ENTPs have little patience with those they consider wrongheaded or unintelligent, and show little restraint in demonstrating this. In general, however, they are genial, even charming, when not being harassed by life.

In terms of their relationships with others, ENTPs are capable of bonding very closely and suddenly with their loved ones. Some appear deceptively offhand with their nearest and dearest; others are so demonstrative that they succeed in shocking co-workers who’ve only seen their professional side. ENTPs are also quick to spot a kindred spirit, and good at acquiring friends of similar temperament and interests.

ENTPs may sometimes give the impression of being largely oblivious to the rest of humanity except as an audience: good, bad, or potential. In general this is unfair – but it can be difficult to get an ENTP’s attention when they’re not immediately aware of you, especially for an Introvert.

The best approach in communicating with an ENTP is to be straightforward. No games – they’ll win. No “pulling rank” – they’ll just want to put you in your place. No apologies – you’ll undermine yourself. Try “I need/want to talk to you.”

Peter’s eyes were glossy from the lack of sleep. Glossy yet dry, in the way they closed every few seconds but wouldn’t stay shut. It didn’t help having Leighton around, almost touching him; the mattress wasn’t doing him any favors, either. It was one of those nights where he’d just wander around the house and probably start working on the experiment he already had ideas for—if the older man let him, because earlier that day he’d been a victim of inhalation exposure of yet-to-name chemical compounds. Needless to say he most likely wasn’t dead thanks to Leighton. Again.

He knew his croaked, sleep-filled voice wasn’t going to help when he started mumbling. “Would you let me go to the lab?” it was a long, long shot the one Peter was making. With the dim light of the bedside lamp making his whole sense of sight all the more unreliable, he could only partially see Leighton’s face, but he knew what expression it had. The dead silence told him everything he needed, to be honest.

Besides getting an emergency shower, he got a Leigh that was weirdly aware of him for the rest of the evening. It wasn’t common to see Leighton in such a blatantly protective behavior. Granted, he still had that stoic and boring little expression of his the whole time and Peter had no idea how to erase it. Making jokes about almost dying probably wasn’t the best idea. 

And now he just lay next to him and read. It wasn’t sleep time for him yet and actually, they had gone to bed earlier than usual. For Peter to be fickle shouldn’t have been such a surprise. He rested his forehead on the man’s shoulder; even though he wasn’t tired enough to be asleep, his whole body felt like it was nailed to the bed, restless and heavy all at the same time.

Peter sighed and nuzzled Leighton’s neck—or what he supposed was Leighton’s neck. The more he did it, the more he felt the man responding to the touch even more, and actually settling the book aside.

When his tongue started blindly mapping the jaw, Peter didn’t give it much thought. Things like this were what made his brain slow down, and perhaps that’s what he had to look for. He needed a full-stop. Leighton’s eyes were wider than usual when Peter’s met them; he sighed too, releasing a warm puff of breath that made Peter’s body go limp and snuggle closer. His lips still brushed against the man’s slight stubble that covered the chin.

"Do that again." Leighton said calmly and without any trace of doubt or shame. To that, Peter could only comply, this time nipping that place of Leighton’s neck where the skin was smooth and tender.

The more he did it, the more he knew he’d leave an assortment of patterns all over Leighton’s neck; the more he did it, he knew Leighton was not going to let him sleep much, in the end.