"If you look hard enough, you can see galaxies in the eyes of someone truly in love."
"Hey, Jim," Tyler greets, taking off his boots at the door as he removes an earphone to hear the boy's response.
"Oh, hi, Tyler!" he calls hurriedly, shoving something into his pocket.
"Oh, Tyler's here?"
"Good evenin', Tobias," the bronze-haired boy snorts, waving a hand to his friend before walking up the stairs to get started on his schoolwork. "The aspirin is in the glasses cabinet."
He's truly exhausted. Between trying to catch up on schoolwork and being forced into having some sort of social life, he has little time to himself. And what little personal time he has, he spends taking care of his daily needs.
So he fools himself into believing that he is content through the mind numbing blur of heavy metal music. It tricks his mind into thinking that he's listening for the purpose of entertainment, not focus.
He doesn't necessarily enjoy the genre, but it's the only music that makes him concentrate and keeps him from getting carried away. Personally, he finds classical to be very moving and folk just feels homely.
Tonight, he has an archive's worth of physics and biology work to do. Not to mention the pile of half-finished English essays amassing on his desk. Guess he'll have to read up on the topics too.
Tyler groans loudly, trying to release his pent up frustration without disturbing the boys downstairs. It turns into a small whine as he rubs his eyes.
Maybe if he gouged out his eyes, he could claim an inability to complete his schooling due to lack of sight... Knowing the US education system, they'd call bluff and make him do it all anyways.
"Bloody hell," he moans, dropping his knapsack on the bed.
Papers cover every surface, many stuffed inside large binders that have replaced the fiction books on the shelf. They're organised by subject and topic, and collected in piles by grade level. Notes are written in blue, red, and black ink with important terms highlighted in yellow. It's an absolute nightmare but it works.
The only clear space is the bed, but even that looks neglected, like it was made several weeks ago and not used since. Small items of little importance are sheltered in a wood box, faeries and serpents carved in the sides; a gift from Barbara after she discovered his fascination with Celtic stories.
Tyler glares at his schoolwork for a few moments before actually pulling it out of his bag. He can do the work, it's just the length time it takes him to do it all.
"Screw this nonsense," he mutters, mostly to himself as he picks up his pencil.
He chews on the eraser for a second as he processes the questions. There'll be nothing left of it at this rate.
A snort leaves him as he scoffs at the work; it's just a bunch of repeated equations, really simple stuff.
Through his blasting music, he hears Toby scream and the entire house shakes. The screaming continues until someone, presumably Jim, shuts him up.
Tyler removes an earphone. "Are ye two alright?" he calls.
There's a few moments of tense silence before he gets a response.
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《Dogears》Trollhunters/Merlin
Fanfic"All that glitters is not gold, but all that is pure most certainly is." The Dark Ages are over. Camelot has been lost. Killahead is scattered. Those that remember recall bright days filled with the laughter of young boys, one with a crown on his he...
