#prcsecco

[silkchvffon]

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HE FOLLOWS HER THE WAY SHE'S learned to expect him to. she craves this: being adored, being desired, even if it comes as a gift wrapped in barbed wire. mie wouldn't know the difference if adoration was served like a petal on the wind anyway. she's only ever learned to love one way — and it is undeniable that her feelings for oscar is just that. well, that and annoyance. she wants to roll her eyes and swat his hands away, but it feels impossible to do, like her own arms are made of lead whenever he's around. body and mind are never one with him — she knows better, but seldom does she do it. it's hard to when his torso is pressed against her back and the feel of his hot breath on her skin is enough to make the hairs on the back of her neck rise in anticipation. « i don't know what you want me to say to that, » mie admits, tilting her head so her neck grazes his lips. « but yeah. you did forget. and i don't care. » a blatant lie.

[hcneybird]

*   𝒅𝒚𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒄   :   paige  &   dylan   ◦  .   closed  .

         unexpectedly  and  in  a  spur  of  the  moment  decision  she  may  come  to  regret  ,  paige  too  finds  herself  entangled  in  the  stephen  murphy  case  .  usually  the  rules  she  plays  by  are  simple  ;  unless  it  somehow  involves  her  future  yale  application  ,  dylan  ,  or  closest  relatives  ,  it  simply  shouldn’t  be  considered  her  business  on  her  path  to  success  .  which  is  partially  why  she’s  put  her  faith  in  the  local  police  department  and  relied  on  the  investigators  to  do  their  job  properly  ,  and  in  so  solving  the  mystery  of  the  missing  boy  —  until  now  ,  anyway  .  it  could  very  well  be  the  much  persistent  tone  of  conner’s  pleading  that  talks  her  into  it  ,  or  her  councioussnsess  telling  her  to  do  an  old  friend  a  favor  .  or  perhaps  it’s  her  own  ,  underlaying  feeling  that  something  about  the  entire  case  seems  off  that  tickles  her  curiosity  to  dig  deeper  .  either  way  ,  a  minute  worth  of  initial  hesitation  later  she  allows  herself  to  be  persuaded  ,  somehow  agreeing  to  risk  her  entire  spotless  reputation  on  jack  halloway’s  hunch  .  forced  to  break  every  moral  code  she’s  ever  known  ,  one  can  only  hope  the  end  results  will  be  worth  it  .  

         blonde’s  been  pacing  her  bedroom  floors  throughout  the  conversation  ,  but  now  climbs  back  onto  the  bedspread  ,  positioning  herself  on  her  knees  and  in  so  blocking  dylan’s  view  of  her  macbook  screen  still  playing  the  notebook  ,  ryan  gosling’s  voice  reduced  to  background  noise  as  she  clears  her  throat  .  ‘  so  ,  slight  change  of  plans.  ’  she  announces  ,  sucks  in  a  breath  .  ‘  i’m  going  to  make  a  quick  stop  at  school  and  pull  some  records  on  stephen  murphy  to  help  with  the  search  .  ’  information  provided  is  limited  ,  figures  the  less  he  knows  ,  the  less  likely  he  will  be  considered  complicit  in  the  offense  if  anything  should  deviate  from  plan  .  ‘  i’ll  be  in  and  out  in  a  second  ,  but  i  —  ’  ,  hesitates  ,  ‘  —  i  need  you  to  be  my  lookout  ,  okay  ?  in  case  anyone  shows  up  .  ’  despite  granted  every  possible  student  advantage  in  the  book  ,  wandering  around  the  school’s  administration  building  after  hours  is  unfortunately  not  considered  one  of  them  .  she  doesn’t  waste  precious  time  waiting  for  an  answer  ,  though  .  ‘  just  ..  you’ve  got  to  promise  me  ..  —  ’  ,  she  inches  closer  ,  hands  strategically  placed  on  both  shoulders  in  order  to  capture  his  attention  entirely  and  keep  his  eyes  from  wandering  as  she  proceeds  to  provide  the  most  important  piece  of  instruction  yet  .  ‘  —  no  .  olivia  ,  ’  the  rule  posed  like  that’s  where  the  real  danger  lies  ,  questioning  eyes  searching  for  understanding  in  his  .  ‘  she’ll  just  find  a  way  to  make  this  situation  worse  .  one  of  my  sister’s  many  talents  .  ’  eyes  roll  at  the  thought  of  the  older  sibling  tagging  along  ,  surely  destined  to  complicate  the  situation  further  .   /  @prcsecco​   . 

[silkchvffon]

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SHE NODS AS SHE FOLLOWS ALONG with del's sentiment and although she hates to admit that her judgement may happen to be a little clouded kody can see her best friend's point. « the fringes were not my brightest idea, but i refuse to agree with the rest, » she responds adamantly, shooting del a grin. she sits up rather suddenly and tilts her head to get a better view of the other blonde. « speaking of bad judgement ... » she begins, mischievous gleam present in her eyes, « this is the summer i'm gonna do it. » she removes the sunglasses from the top of her head and puts them on before staring into the distance. « i'm gonna ask garrett bailey out. » probably her worst idea yet and she's aware of it — that a girl as unruly as her can hardly fit into garrett's life, and still she knows she'll know no peace unless she tries. kody's been enthralled ever since the first time she saw him walk through the doors at pinchers. besides, she's nothing if not ambitious. « any thoughts ? prayers ? »

[silkchvffon]

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HER VOICE. SHE SPEAKS AND IT'S LIKE being awoken from slumber by the gentle warmth of a sunbeam. he feels rested despite his tiresome day, feels warm despite the chilly night. if there ever was a thing called magic calum is pretty sure adeline would be it. « not that tired, actually, » he muses aloud, even when he means to say nothing at all. « really, i don't wanna be a bother, » he's quick to add after she's listed about every dish under the sun when he'd be happy to be fed saltwater as long as it is by her. a nervous hand rakes through his unruly curls. « if anything i should be making you the sandwich. » he really hopes she won't ask that of him though — knowing him he'd find a way to make it inedible. calum's under the impression del won't really take no for an answer, and he can't blame her. he can only imagine what his current state looks like from her point of view — the lackluster curls, bags under his eyes, and did he put on his shirt inside out ? he's too embarrassed to check. « lasagna would be great. if — if it's not too much to ask. » he shoots her a grateful smile, head tilting slightly. « and del ? thank you. seriously. »

[silkchvffon]

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HIS HEART SKIPS IN A WAY that is entirely unfamiliar to isaiah when toby agrees to go ... out with him ? however wrong the thought should feel it sticks in the back of the soccer player's mind and he finds he doesn't hate it. that is the scariest part of it all. he nonchalantly clears his throat and starts throwing his books carelessly into his backpack as if this somehow will redeem him from acting an absolute fool in front of his tutor. « oh, you think i got that kind of ice cream – money, huh ? » isaiah complains, but shrugs anyway. « fine. but you're gonna have to choose if you want toppings and a cup, or just a waffle cone. can't have it all, dude. » they start moving in unison, isaiah's tense shoulders lowering significantly the moment they step out of the campus library and towards the outskirts of campus grounds. he can't help but think it all seems like a shiny prison. his hand accidentally brushes against toby's and he instantly clenches his fist as if to lock it against himself. even when some part of him would like to do it again.

[silkchvffon]

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HE BARELY REGISTERS HER WORDS, startled by the fact that she's said them at all. and still, he knows he's been waiting his entire existence, dead and alive, to hear them from her. xander has never believed in fate, but somehow the universe has coupled them here in the most unconventional inexplicable way and he knows better than to question it. how lucky he is to know her in one existence. he reaches out for her, hand fitting perfectly behind her neck as he closes the little gap between them. his lips crash into hers in pure excitement that inevitable turns into a sort of desperation; a breath he no longer knows how to inhale, though he knows he should. he's supposed to be here, with her. in life xander had been all hesitation, no action. this is the most sure he's been of anything. this is real. his own little piece of the heaven he'll never reach.

[silkchvffon]

hi babes !!

i've not been very well recently which is why i've been absent these last ... months ? i'm so sorry 😭 i'm slowly trying to get back into the swing of things tho, but in order to do so i've decided to drop the majority of my current threads — it wouldn't be fair of me to assume anyone wants to keep writing when i've abandoned them for weeeeks on end.

that being said i'm holding on for dear life to the threads i have with @lwrisejns @invcntions @ramodolivo and @prcsecco if you'll still have me 💛

[silkchvffon]

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IT'S A SURPRISING, ALMOST SHOCKING, confession to hear coming from him. when iris lifts her gaze to look at tanner she sees a stoic man — hell, the first few weeks she thought he actively hated her — but she's learning something new about him with every encounter, every conversation. at least now it's not so embarrassing to admit to herself that her fondness only seems to grow. « first time, huh ? » iris teases, though she remembers the day very well — remembers the light drizzle that had caused her curls to collapse into a frizzy bird's nest, how a hint of mauve lipstick had been smudged onto the collar of her white blouse. she'd been horrified when standing face to face with their new security; tanner looking like the love interest of every heroine in every story. and iris has never been anything but a sidekick. and she knows she's never been brave. but she has a man stood in her living room and she's acutely aware of the fact that she thinks she could like him — grow to love him, even. and tanner's offering her drops of his own truth. iris is already overflowing. « you should've. i would've said yes in a heartbeat, » she beams, and courage wells up so unexpectedly she can't help it when she's on her toes and one hand stretches to rest on his cheek as their lips meet, tentatively and tenderly.

[silkchvffon]

     SHE  CAN’T  FUCKING  SLEEP  ANYMORE.  it’s  never  come  easy  to  daphne,  but  the  last  few  months  have  been  beyond  exhausting.  her  therapist  and  her  doctor  have  told  her  to  give  it  time,  that  there’s  plenty  of  things  in  her  life  she’s  still  adjusting  to:  dropping  out,  moving  home,  working  full  -  time.  it’s  enough  to  make  anyone’s  head  spin.

     (  but  daphne  knows  it’s  not  the  head;  it’s  the  heart.  and  she  knows  the  real  reason  is  not  the  work,  but  the  nights:  spent  utterly  alone,  in  a  bed  too  big,  missing  the  one  person  who  ever  made  it  feel  like  home.  what  she  doesn’t  know  is  whether  or  not  he  feels  the  same,  or  if  maybe  he’s  been  able  to  shake  the  ghostly  imprint  of  her  already.  does  his  body  still  ache  for  her  like  hers  does  him  ?  she  doesn’t  know  what  answer  she  wishes  for  most.  )

     it  must  be  close  to  4  am.  daphne’s  long  abandoned  her  mission  of  sleep  and  is  situated  by  the  kitchen  island,  knees  pulled  up  to  her  chin,  cup  of  hot  chocolate  in  front  of  her.  next  to  it  is  her  sketchbook,  once  so  colorful  and  vivid,  full  of  hope,  light.  she’d  been  proud  of  it  then.  her  most  recent  pages  however  have  thick  black  strokes  interrupting  serene  landscapes  and  the  people  she’s  drawn  into  them.  if  she  cannot  feel  it  she’d  prefer  not  to  see  it.

     and  then,  as  if  summoned,  light  does  enter:  golden  nest  of  hair,  sleepy  blue  eyes,  and  the  all  too  familiar  sound  of  heavy  slumber  -  kissed  steps.  scott  steps  in  and  it’s  as  if  daphne’s  body  is  suddenly  responding  to  her  again.  she’s  been  sitting  unshifting,  staring  vacantly  at  the  wallpaper  for  the  better  part  of  an  hour,  but  now  she  immediately  sits  up  straighter  as  if  he  hasn’t  seen  her  in  worse  states  —  as  if  he  hasn’t  seen  her  very  core  and  still  decided  to  love  her;  purposefully,  intentionally.  as  if  she  hasn’t  done  the  same,  and  continued  to  do  so  even  after  she  had  no  right  to  anymore.  they  had  been  good  together.  great  even.  this  thought  makes  her  antsy  enough  to  spin  out  of  her  seat,  unable  to  sit  in  her  own  skin,  and  instead  finding  herself  face  to  face  with  her  ex  -  boyfriend.

     ex  -  boyfriend.  she  hates  herself  for  that.

     «  hi,  »  daphne  says  sheepishly,  her  foot  absentmindedly  drawing  circles  on  the  floor  —  a  nervous  habit  of  hers.  cheeks  are  growing  red  and  she’s  suddenly  keenly  aware  of  her  attire:  an  old  t  -  shirt  of  his  that  she  forgot  to  return  until  it  felt  like  it  was  too  late.  and  there  are  so  many  things  she  can  say,  but  perhaps  that  is  also  too  late.  she  hates  herself  for  that.  «  you’re  up  late.  do  you  want  a  cup  of  hot  chocolate  ?  i'll  make  you  one.  »  there’s  a  hitch  in  her  voice  she  prays  scott  doesn’t  hear,  the  lump  in  her  throat  making  it  hard  to  talk  and  the  weight  on  her  chest  making  it  equally  hard  to  breathe.  is  it  cruel  to  try  and  stay  friends  when  all  daphne  can  do  is  look  at  him  with  utmost  affection  or  not  at  all  ?  she  hates  herself  for  that.

@prcsecco​.​

[silkchvffon]

     HE  HATES  THESE  EVENTS.  he  hates  them  because  it  takes  exactly  one  glance  around  the  room  for  luca  to  decipher  just  how  full  of  bullshit  every  single  participant  is  —  including  himself.  it’s  a  lousy  way  to  ring  the  holidays  in:  gather  a  bunch  of  privileged,  arrogant  idiots  who  have  no  recollection  of  what  it’s  like  to  be  an  ordinary  person  merely  surviving,  and  have  these  people  donate  to  charities  they  don’t  even  care  about.  luca  has  always  despised  fundraisers  and  their  crowds,  despised  the  expensive  champagne  and  caviar  canapés  and  chandelier  -  lit  ballrooms  that  are  paid  for  by  exactly  none  of  the  evening’s  participants.  still,  his  donations  could’ve  easily  been  doubled  without  him  feeling  much  of  a  difference.  the  man  is  nothing  if  not  hypocritical.  the  man  is  nothing  if  not  his  god  -  complex.

     his  glance  keeps  traveling,  perhaps  to  find  an  emergency  exit  or  a  fire  alarm  or  something  similar  to  put  it  all  to  an  abrupt  end,  when  it  comes  to  a  halt.  there,  across  the  room,  stands  the  only  man  who  is  here  with  honorable  intentions.  luca  knows  that  man:  knows  the  silky  feel  of  his  hair  between  his  own  fingers,  knows  the  dip  in  his  waist  where  his  own  hand  has  rested,  knows  his  scent  that  haunts  him  wherever  he  goes.  jonathan  foley  stands  tall,  that  smile  of  his  forcing  even  the  sun  to  its  knees.  

     something  stirs  within  luca,  but  he  hasn’t  the  bravery  to  acknowledge  it.  feelings,  he  has  learned,  are  best  kept  in  shackles.  with  long  strides  he  crosses  the  room  to  meet  jack,  knowing  it’s  futile  to  even  try  to  stay  away.  they  might  be  moving  in  retrograde,  but  when  their  paths  cross  they  are  destined  to  collide,  for  better  and  certainly  for  worse.  «  mr.  foley,  »  he  greets,  playful  smirk  reserved  for  him  only.  with  cordial  nods  he  dismisses  the  people  surrounding  jack:  they  are  all  quick  to  scatter  in  luca’s  intimidating  presence.  all  but  him.  

     «  it’s  good  to  see  you.  we  weren’t  sure  you’d  be  able  to  make  it  after  the  rally  you  attended  in  washington  last  night.  it  seemed  it  got  ...  a  bit  out  of  hand.  »  luca’s  smile  eases  into  something  more  polite,  but  jack  will  know  better:  will  hear  the  mockery  of  yesterday’s  poor  planning  in  his  voice,  that  distant  echo  of  i  can  do  better  that  coats  everything  that  comes  out  of  luca’s  mouth.  what  jack  doesn’t  hear  is  i  admire  that  you  try,  constantly.  i  admire  that  you  are  good.  i  wish  to  be  worthy  enough  to  bask  in  that  goodness.

@lcmongrass​​.

[hcneybird]

*   𝒅𝒚𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒄   :   jack   &   chrissy   .   continued   . 

          his  first  attempt  at  small  talk  seemed  to  have  failed  ,  massively  ,  letting  out  a  simple  ‘  oh  ’  in  response  to  her  answer  .  would  prefer  his  reaction  to  be  more  thought  out  ,  processed  ,  but  the  sentiment  falls  from  his  lips  without  warning  ,  disguising  a  hint  of  disappointment  with  surprise  .  it  crosses  his  mind  how  ridiculous  it  would  be  to  envy  the  courage  of  the  guy  currently  missing  ,  who  in  addition  is  considered  the  town’s  creep  ,  but  catches  himself  wishing  for  the  same  ability  to  just  put  himself  out  there  .  

          he  doesn’t  let  his  mind  rest  ,  though  ,  and  continues  to  crack  his  brain  over  a  more  suitable  reaction  while  continuing  deeper  into  the  woods  ,  up  until  stumbling  upon  something  in  the  distance  that  averts  his  attention  .  something  shiny  ,  surface  reflecting  the  moonlight  barely  glimpsing  through  treetops  creating  a  roof  above  their  heads  ,  looks  out  of  place  despite  his  inability  to  identify  said  object  from  afar  .  ‘  do  you  see  that  ?  ’  he  asks  ,  eyes  never  stray  .  impatiently  he  picks  up  his  pace  ,  doesn’t  wait  for  confirmation  before  approaching  ,  years  of  knowledge  from  watching  late  night  crime  shows  thrown  out  the  window  in  the  matter  of  seconds  as  he  forgets  to  even  check  the  surrounding  area  with  his  flashlight  before  giving  in  to  his  curiosity  . 

            suspicion  is  fueled  as  he  crouches  ,  light  directly  aimed  at  a  pair  of  glasses  carelessly  scattered  in  the  soiled  ground  ,  shattered  on  one  side  .  ‘  i  told  them  .  i  told  them  he  didn’t  just  run  away  ,  ’  he  mutters  ,  mostly  to  himself  as  he  makes  the  connection  and  recognizes  the  glasses  to  belong  to  the  missing  boy  .  for  the  first  time  since  the  discovery  his  eyes  travel  ,  looking  to  connect  with  hers  .  ‘  holy  shit  .  ’  eyes  are  ignited  as  they  do  .  ‘  this  has  got  to  mean  something  ,  right  ?  ’ 

[hcneybird]

*   𝒅𝒚𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒄   :   naomi  &   levi   ◦  .   closed  .

          there’s  a  specific  heartbreak  that  follows  loving  someone  you  can’t  have  —  she’s  come  to  learn  that  the  hard  way  .  the  dark  haired  boy  is  a  beautiful  storm  of  a  person  ,  ruinous  in  nature  and  bound  to  leave  havoc  and  destruction  in  his  path  .  it’s  like  he’s  drowning  in  alcohol  when  he  never  learned  how  to  swim  .  and  yet  ,  naomi  has  fallen  ,  heedlessly  and  face  first  into  dangerous  territory  without  knowing  how  to  get  up  .  loving  him  is  like  a  double - edged  sword  ;  equally  wonderful  and  painful  .  on  good  days  his  smile  radiates  sunshine  brighter  than  the  sun  itself  ,  which  consumes  her  entire  body  swarming  with  butterflies  till  she’s  convinced  she  might  combust  ,  but  recently  those  days  seem  farther  apart  ,  fading  bleak  in  comparison  to  sleepless  nights  ,  worried  glances  and  trembling  hands  ,  and  at  last  she  realizes  that  nothing  makes  her  happier  and  nothing  makes  her  sadder  than  him  .      —    —    —        but  she’s  in  love  ,  not  stupid  ,  and  refuses  to  weigh  him  down  further  by  pushing  own  ,  selfish  feelings  on  him  ,  or  worse  —  push  him  away  .  it’s  an  undisputed  fact  that  he’s  already  got  enough  on  his  plate  as  it  is  .  so  she’s  learned  to  cope  ,  perfected  the  art  of  suppressing  emotions  bubbling  right  under  the  surface  just  enough  for  it  to  go  unnoticed  .  or  so  she  hopes  .  

          the  scene  initially  pans  out  the  way  it  has  so  many  times  before  ;  her  shoulders  pressed  against  the  driver’s  seat  of  own  vehicle  .  five  minutes  to  three  reading  the  gleaming  display  on  the  dashboard  .  pitch  black  surroundings  as  she’s  put  the  car  engine  to  rest  outside  his  place  .  she  ,  painfully  sober  .  he  ,  not  so  much  .  there’s  usually  not  much  talking  .  why  waste  your  breath  when  there’s  always  the  possibility  her  words  will  drown  out  amongst  liquor  and  go  unremembered  ?  but  tonight  differs  .  confession  weighs  especially  heavy  in  the  young  girl’s  heart  .  perhaps  prompted  by  the  distinct  memory  of  another  girl’s  arms  clinging  to  his  neck  as  she  arrived  at  the  party  that  has  burned  itself  to  the  back  of  her  lids  ,  reappearing  every  time  eyes  close  shut  .  or  maybe  the  pressure  of  repressed  truths  are  just  too  much  ,  threatening  to  erupt  .  

          either  way  ,  tongue  still  struggles  to  string  together  a  set  of  words  to  articulate  .  ‘  you’re  my  best  friend  ,  levi  .  ’  nearly  cringes  at  the  term  ,  comes  out  as  fragments  of  truth  ,  has  done  nothing  to  prepare  for  this  conversation  ,  clearly  .  ‘  and  i  would  do  anything  for  you  .  anything  .  ’  lips  part  in  a  scoff  ,  small  shake  of  her  head  depicting  disbelief  at  the  lengths  she  would  go  for  him  .  ‘  so  why  aren’t  you  letting  me  ?  ‘cause  i  ..  —  ,  ’  love  you  .  ribcage  at  least  two  sizes  too  small  as  heart  threatens  to  leap  out  of  her  chest  ,  but  proceeds  to  swallow  her  words  whole  like  so  many  times  before  .  doubts  she’ll  ever  muster  the  courage  to  utter  them  .  ‘  —  i  just  hate  seeing  you  like  this  .  ’  harsh  sentiment  rarely  passes  brunette’s  lips  ,  but  she  does  .  she  hates  the  drugs  ,  the  hurt  ,  broken  promises  ,  late  night  calls  and  the  slurred  speech  ,  but  not  him  .  never  him  .  he’s  the  exception  to  all  her  rules  ,  a  softness  and  patience  reserved  for  him  solely  ,  and  all  sense  is  thrown  out  the  window  in  his  proximity  .  would’ve  figured  she’d  poured  herself  dry  by  now  ,  but  she  isn’t  quite  ready  to  give  into  the  idea  that  maybe  ,  maybe  she  doesn’t  possess  the  ability  to  fix  him  ,  to  stitch  him  up  like  an  open  wound  .  has  sworn  to  forever  fight  monsters  for  him  if  needed  ,  but  what  if  after  all  it’s  not  the  world  swallowing  him  whole  ,  instead  his  own  demons  pulling  him  into  the  depths  of  self - constructed  misery  ?    /   @prcsecco​  . 

[hcneybird]

*   𝒅𝒚𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒄   :   finn  &   melanie   ◦  .   closed  .

          life  had  been  reduced  to  the  pattern  of  eat  ,  work  ,  sleep  and  repeat  .  comparable  to  a  zombie  -  like  state  .  just  a  matter  of  getting  through  another  day  in  hopes  that  the  next  will  be  less  bleak  in  comparison  ,  though  he’d  learned  to  accept  different  shades  of  gray  .  it’s  a  state  of  permanent  slumber  ;  not  fully  awake  and  present  ,  but  holding  himself  together  by  a  thread  ,  just  enough  to  function  .  at  first  he’d  been  convinced  he  just  had  to  get  past  that  first  bump  ,  that  initial  wave  of  shock  to  his  system  ,  but  his  theory  had  proved  wrong  ,  and  now  he  can’t  decide  which  is  worse  than  the  other  .  he  can  feel  his  small  still  remaining  circle  of  friends  slowly  lose  patience  ,  expecting  some  sort  of  miraculous  recovery  right  around  the  corner  .  heck  ,  even  he  had  grown  tired  of  his  own  constant  state  of  misery  and  sulking  in  own  grief  ,  but  unsurprisingly  so  it  didn’t  change  anything  ,  just  made  him  withdraw  further  to  at  least  limit  the  impact  of  his  miserable  company  and  moody  nature  .  no  need  to  create  more  damage  .  

          currently  wiping  the  counter  clean  between  servings  ,  he  brings  his  eyes  up  from  his  task  to  assess  the  newly  arrived  customer  .  male  has  developed  a  habit  of  giving  each  one  a  once  over  ,  like  a  check  -  up  for  any  overly  inebriated  costumers  he  should  look  out  for  or  sketchy  characters  .  but  this  is  nothing  of  the  sorts  .  movements  come  to  a  sudden  halt  .  eyes  linger  .  mouth  goes  dry  .  luckily  he  manages  to  keep  it  from  physically  falling  agape  ,  concealing  some  of  his  surprise  at  seeing  her  .  it’s  like  his  brain  is  switched  on  ,  wiping  dust  off  the  old  organ  ,  because  he  knows  her  .  or  at  least  he  knows  of  her  ,  though  he  has  yet  to  see  her  face  in  person  ,  previous  encounter  reduced  to  seeing  her  picture  plastered  on  his  phone  screen  as  he’d  searched  her  up  on  facebook  after  curiosity  got  the  better  of  him  .  there’s  embarrassment  in  recognizing  someone  who  is  clueless  of  your  own  existence  .  and  how  many  times  exactly  had  his  thumb  hovered  above  the  send  button  ?  too  many  ,  that’s  for  sure  .  no  matter  the  thought  going  into  his  phrasing  of  that  first  message  ,  the  underlaying  message  is  still  the  same  .  hi  .  i’m  finn  .  you  have  my  dead  girlfriend’s  heart  .  it  would  have  her  running  for  the  woods  ,  and  rightfully  so  .  no  matter  the  choice  of  words  he  would  subconsciously  paint  himself  to  be  nothing  short  of  a  sick  ,  deranged  individual  ,  seeking  revenge  ,  or  at  worst  to  reverse  the  procedure  in  honor  of  his  girlfriend’s  passing  .  and  even  if  he’d  gotten  past  that  initial  introduction  —  what  exactly  was  his  game  plan  ?  his  hopes  for  a  conversation  ?  surely  it  would  just  pour  salt  in  the  wound  and  dig  the  knife  deeper  .   

          so  like  any  sane  person  he  decided  against  it  .  but  somehow  she’s  found  him  .  not  consciously  looking  for  him  ,  but  still  ,  she’s  in  his  bar  .  and  judging  by  the  impatient  growls  of  one  of  his  regulars  demanding  a  refill  ,  he’s  been  staring  for  too  long  .  he  reconnects  with  reality  ,  serving  his  client  while  still  clearly  distracted  by  the  unexpected  turn  -  up  ,  gives  her  a  small  nod  to  acknowledge  her  presence  once  she’s  close  enough  for  interaction  to  be  considered  appropriate  .  ‘  what  can  i  get  you  ?  ’   /   @prcsecco​   .

[hcneybird]

*   𝒅𝒚𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒄   :   violet  &   jesse   ◦  .   closed  .

          the  girl  is  clearly  lost  in  thought  ;  swirling  a  plastic  spoon  mindlessly  around  the  contents  of  her  ice  cream  paper  cup  ,  vanilla  scoop  now  in  the  process  of  melting  down  to  liquid  .  with  only  half  an  hour  to  spare  between  jesse’s  shifts  to  catch  up  ,  she’s  well  aware  she’s  granted  limited  time  and  that  it  is  currently  running  out  .  her  best  friend’s  words  echo  in  the  back  of  her  mind  ,  telling  her  to  take  control  of  her  own  life  and  just  go  for  it  —  the  type  of  advice  that  seem  rational  on  paper  but  difficult  to  follow  when  the  situation  depends  on  it  .  but  it’s  eventually  what  pushes  her  off  the  edge  of  the  cliff  ,  in  so  diving  into  unfamiliar  waters  not  knowing  whether  she’ll  sink  or  swim  .             ‘  i  want  you  to  come  to  dinner  at  my  house  .  this  friday  ,  ’  she  blurts  out  ,  holding  her  breath  as  she  takes  the  leap  .  she  gives  him  no  time  to  respond  ,  though  ,  cutting  him  off  before  he  manages  to  get  a  word  in  .  ‘  it’s  just  —  ..  it’s  been  a  month  and  my  parents’  are  asking  questions  and  davis  keeps  looking  at  me  weird  whenever  i  get  a  text  and  i  just  know  they  would  really  ,  really  love  you  .  ’  pauses  to  catch  her  breath  ,  bites  her  tongue  and  tries  to  refrain  from  word  vomiting  further  .  nervous  ramblings  has  proven  to  be  a  recurring  happening  in  the  presence  of  the  boy  next  to  her  .  still  ,  she  doesn’t  allow  silence  to  fully  settle  just  yet  ,  manages  to  squeeze  in  her  final  thoughts  .  ‘  i’ll  shut  up  now  ,  but  —    ..  what  do  you  think  ?  too  soon  ?  ’  attempts  to  read  his  expression  ,  lingering  eyes  with  anticipation  searching  his  for  clues  to  a  response  .   /   @prcsecco​   . 

[hcneybird]

*   𝒅𝒚𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒄   :   ryder  &   savannah   ◦  .   closed  . 

          ryder’s  current  state  of  boredom  is  perfectly  captured  by  the  distinct  lack  of  care  painting  his  usual  smug  features  ,  custom  -  tailored  suit  hugging  his  body  perfectly  and  a  half  -  empty  glass  of  whiskey  resting  in  his  right  hand  as  he  idly  watches  a  familiar  scene  play  out  before  his  eyes  .  corners  of  his  mouth  ache  from  the  smile  plastered  on  his  lips  for  hours  as  he’s  introduced  himself  ,  shook  hands  and  fake  laughed  his  way  through  the  crowd  to  make  sure  the  donovan’s  family  name  stays  put  on  people’s  lips  for  the  entirety  of  the  night  .  he  knows  his  place  as  pawn  ;  a  chess  piece  for  parents  to  show  off  and  flaunt  to  their  own  advantage  .  and  he  obeys  ,  has  been  for  the  entirety  of  his  life  ,  despite  the  act  being  completely  see  -  through  .  it  was  impossible  to  know  what  the  hamptons’  finest  were  pretending  to  care  about  this  time  .  starving  children  ?  natural  disasters  ?  event  is  merely  an  excuse  to  dress  up  in  designer  fabric  ,  extend  business  ties  and  give  themselves  a  pat  on  the  back  for  seeming  even  remotely  human  .  ryder  knows  ,  he  just  doesn’t  care  .  

          but  the  night  ,  though  initially  thought  to  be  just  as  insignificant  as  ever  ,  takes  an  unexpected  turn  as  he  spots  the  dashing  duo  .  the  velasquez  was  an  obvious  name  on  the  guest  list  ,  but  this  time  the  youngest  is  accompanied  by  someone  he  doesn’t  consider  an  acquaintance  ,  prompting  a  dose  of  reality  to  be  forced  upon  him  .  twitches  uncomfortably  ,  the  idea  of  appearing  as  a  second  choice  obviously  not  sitting  right  with  him  and  his  boasting  ego  that  so  regularly  needs  stroking  .  

          it  takes  a  while  ,  but  the  opportunity  finally  presents  itself  in  the  form  of  his  ex  (  or  whatever  is  considered  the  right  term  )  breaks  away  from  socializing  .  wastes  no  time  before  he  slithers  over  to  catch  up  with  the  brunette  before  she  slips  away  yet  again  .  emptying  the  contents  of  his  drink  ,  he  shamelessly  shoves  the  crystal  into  the  hands  of  a  random  waiter  passing  ,  not  even  granting  him  a  single  look  .  then  ,  strategically  lets  his  left  hand  slide  across  the  lower  part  of  her  back  ,  smooth  ,  curving  at  her  waist  to  settle  at  the  dip  of  her  hip  .  ‘  if  you  were  bringing  someone  you  could’ve  just  told  me  .  would’ve  put  him  on  the  guest  list  .  made  sure  to  make  him  feel  welcome  .  ’  the  bitter  taste  on  his  tongue  creating  a  venomous  smirk  beg  to  differ  as  he  assesses  the  other  guy  from  a  distance  .  ‘  didn’t  realize  your  standards  had  dropped  that  low  ,  though  .  figured  your  rebound  would  be  higher  up  on  the  food  chain  .  sad  ,  really  .  but  i  get  it  .  you’re  trying  to  show  the  poor  guy  a  good  time  .  it  is  a  charity  event  after  all  .  ’   /   @prcsecco​   . 

[hcneybird]

*   𝒅𝒚𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒄   :   jude  &   nico   ◦  .   closed  .

          the  concept  of  a  roommate  wasn’t  new  to  jude  ,  having  previously  shared  apartment  with  fellow  creators  to  save  money  on  rent  at  the  start  of  his  youtube  career  ,  but  having  nico  stay  at  his  apartment  until  further  notice  certainly  was  .  he  couldn’t  help  but  feel  just  slightly  pleased  that  the  boy  had  reached  out  to  him  specifically  ,  though  he  wasn’t  gonna  poke  around  further  as  to  exactly  why  ,  instead   simply  appreciating  the  fact  .  

          ‘  this  is  your  room  .  i  ,  uh  ,  cleared  some  place  for  you  in  the  bathroom  and  the  keys  are  on  the  kitchen  counter  .  ’  pushing  the  door  open  to  the  flat’s  second  bedroom  ,  he  slumps  his  shoulder  against  the  frame  as  he  proceeds  to  move  out  of  his  way  ,  creating  enough  space  for  him  to  peek  inside  .  ‘  i  also  got  you  ,  uh  ,  a  plant  .  to  make  it  more  homey  ,  i  guess  .    just  try  not  to  kill  it  within  the  first  week  ,  will  you  ?  ’  the  thought  of  his  new  roommate  taking  care  of  anything  that’s  considered  even  remotely  alive  beside  himself  earns  a  chuckle  from  the  brunet  .  he  reaches  faintly  to  awkwardly  scratch  at  his  jaw  in  a  fidgeting  manner  ,  more  so  at  a  loss  for  how  to  occupy  his  hands  rather  than  an  actual  itch  ,  instead  digs  them  into  the  front  ,  single  pocket  of  his  hoodie  to  settle  .  ‘  i  figured  maybe  we  could  order  pizza  and  play  some  mario  kart  once  you’re  settled  .  might  even  let  you  win  as  a  housewarming  gift  .  ’   /   @prcsecco​   .