reidbennet

[reidbennet]

Well... what happened was that I made the cake when we first got to Turkey. Then I didn't see you, then forgot about it, and now it's old. I worked really hard on it, and it came out really nice, which is why I wanted to show you, but we can make another cake together, sometime. What do you say?

text: That sounds like an old cake! Making a new one would definitely be better. 😂

[reidbennet]

dxngelohxrris​:

a small chuckle        escapes from       his own brims,       hearing reid’s words,      followed by         a shake of        his head.      ❝ oh no,        I don’t do        parties like that,        at least           not any more . ❞        a younger        di’angelo         would have        jumped        at the fact          that there        was an actual party        but that wasn’t        what he    did anymore.     at times       he felt       as if        he had aged a       hundred years       &.       what people         were doing at         his age,      he wanted        none of that.      ❝ so,        any tips      about         the other students,         anyone I need       to watch      out for  ? ❞

“not anymore?” he can’t help but laugh again, a shake of his head as he thumbed his bottom lip, gold rings adorning his fingers, “don’t make me feel ancient. i can still go to a party every once in a while, can’t i?” he asks as if wanting a real answer but reid was easy, he would go with the flow until the flow wouldn’t go, watch all the chaos and be there to pick up the pieces. he knew his own limitations unlike some. “tips? expect the unexpected. you never know who’s going to walk through the doors and be careful who you jog with, they might turn out to be mentally unstable,” all wise words.

[reidbennet]

rosaxlieslvtre​:

a roll       of chocolate       hues as she      looked at the homme,      who had now          decided to sit        near by. ❝       I wish I did .     ❞        she says        with a        small smile          playing on          crimson petals. ❝        I saw        di’angelo  today  ,       haven’t you          guys met up ? ❞      it seemed       that whenever       she saw di’angelo      , reid was right        there as well          &.       to say        the least ——-        both boys         were       certainly easy        on the eyes. ❝      were you looking       for someone       or       you just couldn’t    help yourself    to come   &.    see    me ? ❞       she makes a         momentary pause,         but continues   ❝        for the safe        of my ego,       I think there          is only       one        right answer . ❞ 

he hadn’t initially realised who rosalie was talking about or that it had something to do with another person but with this new information, “ah, right,” he nods, “i don’t know, perhaps he got a better off,” reid joked. he seemed to spend the majority of his time with tyler, silas or di’angelo these days, reid was safely outside of any drama or mayhem that was going on ever since cherish had taken her leave from the programme. that had been the dark era. “then i suppose i must say that i came here just to see your delightful face, rosalie,” he plays into it easily without skipping a beat as he drums his fingertips against his notebook. “a breath of fresh air in exam season,” although he could be charming, he was never deceitful or out for any particular gain. with reid, things were exactly as they seemed.

[reidbennet]

Hi. I made a cake for you, but there's one problem.

what's the problem?

[reidbennet]

“a safe bet would be the post office,” he teased harmlessly, dark gaze trailing down to the envelope as a grin swiped easily across his lips. “if you mean the location of said post office then i might be less helpful but we could try and find it together.”

open starter @interchangestarts​ (0/5)

zeki folded the envelope shut, full of developed pictures he’d taken in turkey. he was excited for his dad to receive them. “do you know where we can send letters and whatnot out from?” he inquired, tucking the envelope under his arm.

[reidbennet]

@tcmmyyo​

“yessss!” reid cheered. it was adequately strange to hear him shouting in such high spirits, his ipad open and streaming a game of football that was taking place over in england. looking around, he gestured towards tommy, “mate, you have to see this. i trained this boy, look at him killing it out there,” he gestured wildly at the seven year old on the screen who’d just scored a goal as if it were a premier league match.

[reidbennet]

reid came from old money, a family that was etched in success in headlines. unquestionably and unpardonably he had always been fashioned to be somebody of important even if repentantly he had wished not to be. his experience equipped him with expertise in dealing with those from the upper class. “two of me? do you have a concussion?” the laugh that leaves his lips is breezy and fast as he takes a seat with his leather bound notebook in hand, elbow resting against the edge of the plush seat that was an earmark of luxury he hadn’t seen in some time on their travels. 

              dressed in head      to toe in       givenchy,       reading glasses     at the       bridge of       her nose       as she’s scanning       through the      passage    at hand.       her mother        with another       successful fashion     show,       the name   SALVATORE      being brought      bigger     &.       bigger into         the limelight.      as if       she needed       more of that       &.      per usual       no bad words        to say       about her       but that       she was      the perfect daughter,       taking after        her father’s       career.       a sigh       escapes       her         brims         as she       closed the      laptop,      head resting       on the head   rest      of the couch.       chocolate hues        rest on      the figure       coming in,         crimson petals    etch       into a      small      smile      (  the most      that she can       give him at       the moment )       as she turns       her body       slightly       to the        homme        before her.       ❝       seeing two        of you        in         one day ————       must be       my       lucky day . ❞ 

@reidbennet​

[reidbennet]

he had been caught but if there was one person that it was not all bad to be spied on by then it was most certainly reid. there was not a bad bone in his body even if there were many overly passive ones, “i was just taking inventory of the new arrivals,” he joked, “apologies if i’m disappointing but it’s definitely not me who does welcome parties... there are some around here that love making that their special honour,” although he fears to go too far into the cavalry of greetings one seems to find when they sign up here. 

he had       been saying       that he would      join  the interchange       program. from         where he was       he could operate        whatever business he       needed to      take care of,        might even be        able to close off        some deals he        had been working       on.       he places      his bags on       the corner of the room,       watching the        homme peak       his head       through his door.        ❝  do   ,     I get a       welcome party        or      are you     just going to stand       there like a       damn statue ? ❞

@reidbennet​

[reidbennet]

at this point he took most things in his stride, nothing about his features suggesting even a touch of surprise. “oh, are you a crafty man?” he asks, a hint of humour on his lips more so than in the words. “i don’t know if i have as many secrets as you.”

“ i’ve always wanted to have a real deal sleepover we can make each other friendship bracelets and tell secrets. ” @reidbennet​

[reidbennet]

you'd let finley tap that.

true

[reidbennet]

true or false: it's tiring to be seen as perfect all the time.

true and false.

[reidbennet]

you’re not sure what you’re doing with your life

true.

[reidbennet]

out of the people you haven't really gotten to know yet who would you co-lead a movie with as your romantic interest?

ramona or skye .

[reidbennet]

your perfect threesome

finley and estelle.

[reidbennet]

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[reidbennet]

lovcmalik​:

             though never fake, malik often resembled water, fitting into whatever space was available, regardless of the group. the extrovert, however, still desired moments of strict observation, gathering what he could in hopes of eventually spilling it onto paper  —  something he hasn’t done very well since losing his dad despite writing daily. now using food as an excuse, he’s weaving stories of those he spots within the crowd when he hears the question.  ❝  hm?  ❞  onyx hues tug from the group currently holding his focus and it takes a moment for his brain to catch up.  ❝  ah, fun. wait, no, a good time..  ❞  those were the words,  ❝  i am, actually. did you see the special guests or whatever? i thought my eyes were playin’ tricks on me for a hot sec.  ❞

reid knew how lucky he had been throughout his life, his experienced coloured bright and bold by meeting important people and going to important place. it just so happened that what he found to be important might not have been quite the same as his parents and although he had never disappointed them as a child or young man, he had different values in adulthood. “i saw them. i do have to say, if you promise not to tell anyone, i’m really not a fan of the notebook,” he furrowed his brows, always something softer about his disposition, “if you ask me, they shouldn’t have ended up together.” as a fence-sitter in life in most aspects, clearly this was a powerful moral stance.