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Archie Renner

🦁 Gryffindor | Father 🌈
 
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OOC First Name
Anna
Blood Status
Unknown
Relationship Status
Engaged
Sexual Orientation
Homosexual
Wand
Straight 12 Inch Flexible Ash Wand with Phoenix Tail Feather Core
Age
35
This is set after the election results party at the medley.
With multiple cocktail kozlovs downed and happiness in knowing he wouldn't be sleeping entirely alone for the first time in months, Archie returned to his apartment with an excited buzz in his system. The place was in its usual state of disarray with clothes strewn around, and Archie couldn't distinguish between what he owned and what Orwell owned, but as he walked through the room and looked around, he hardly minded the clothes as they were part of the reason that made the apartment a place he recognized as home. When Orwell wasn't around, his clothes and familiar scent being nearby was the next best thing and wearing the occasional shirt that smelled of his best friend had been something Archie had grown to rely on when the loneliness became all too much during the election campaigns. But thankfully the election was well over, with the new minister and deputy minister announced, and Archie expected nothing less than for Orwell to resume spending time with him in the way they were accustomed in the ten years they'd been best friends.
Ten years was an overwhelming thought to Archie's drunk mind when he realized it, the idea that he had a friendship lasting a decade and withstanding the test of time and the many challenges they had faced conflicting with the fact he was still young and in his early twenties, making him feel older than he knew he was as he sifted through the clothes around the apartment in search of something comfortable to wear to sleep. It wasn't long before Archie found one of Orwell's shirts and some stray pajama pants, quickly changing into them and sighing with contentment as he fell backwards onto the bed. Archie's hands absent mindedly tapped against his stomach as he stared to the ceiling, recounting the memories made in the last decade and waiting for Orwell to finally arrive home so he could receive the cuddles and bedtime stories he had been pining for.
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Orwell had enjoyed the election run, working with Cat had been enjoyable, though he didn’t believe everything she did and vice versa it had been an interesting change to the usual elections and campaigns that he was a part of. Primarily as much as he had loved it, the man was very pleased that it was finally over. He couldn’t wait to get more than a couple of hours of sleep a night, to spend more time relaxing with Pia or with Archie. Oh boy was Orwell looking forward to spending time with Archie. The election and the campaign had meant that he was never really home at the same time as the other man, or was never home for very long, but he knew that tonight he would be home just a little after Archie would be. The man just finished saying goodbye to all of the surrounding people he was spending the election night with. They would have time later in the day tomorrow to do the last bits and pieces that would need to be done, but he wouldn’t need to be in too early. He was just looking forward to spending the time with Archie. Orwell put his key in the door and opened the door. He shut it behind him and just took a deep breath.
Orwell looked fondly at the room around him. The soft sights and sounds of the place. The man took his shoes off and padded across the floor, stepping carefully over the clothes that were strewn about the place, he found a t-shirt to switch into, it didn’t matter if it was his or Archie’s. He found some pyjama shorts and then got a glass of water. The man moved into the bedroom and spotted archie already in the bed, ”Hey,” Orwell said quietly as he lay down in bed next to archie, wrapped his arms around him holding the other boy close, having truly missed the way that he smelled, the warmth of his body, ”Missed you,” he snuggled into the other man as he spoke quietly, Orwell knew that archie would want a bed time story, but first to begin with, Orwell just wanted to sit and snuggle.
 

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