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"You're exactly right and that's why it's so tragic."

He sighs then, a petulant sound that was directed at no one in particular, aside from the mysterious figure pulling the strings and scheming against him.

( Himself. )

"You could say that." Guilt certainly felt like something heavy and inescapable. "Have you ever fallen out with a friend?"

@greengideon

"That's no good -- it's one of the best months of the year. Like, right up there behind Christmas," Gideon answers, handing out a water bottle to a passerby from his volunteer table.

"You got stuff weighing you down?"

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With a drink in hand and his spirits lifted by more than just the spirits in his cup, Ziggy's feeling as good as he could be on a sweltering day in the midst of what felt like an endless blackout. Growing bored and restless stuck inside with his aircon, he had decided to venture out to where he could see it was lively and try pass the time among more people than just his roommates.

That only began to feel like a mistake when he caught what looked to be one Aeris Flores approaching him from the corner of his eye. Like an unwanted rain cloud, he had hoped that he would just pass him by without raining on his parade which had been a foolish thing to do.

( He may not have known him anymore but the version he had known rarely passed up the chance to run his mouth. )

Being spoken to directly earns the other man a direct look from him, one that went up and down and barely managed to maintain the disinterest behind it.

"I don't have to pretend. Not missing you is the easiest thing in the world." His tone is more factual than venomous, a mild improvement on the last time they had exchanged words. "Ran out of people who are willing to let you darken their days, have we?"

@aeris-flores

Aeris isn’t sure while he is filtering between people. As the streets crowd in Seabrook by those on foot, and the occasional slow crawl of some car trying to get through, it seems full of nothing but desperation and melted ice. It’s still hot, there are various blue tooth speakers scattered apart so music filled as much space as possible, and the beer was poured lukewarm in his red solo cup.

Good enough, he thinks.

He freezes for half a second when he catches a familiar jawline, and the memory of an anger that paints the last memory of their encounter. Less so his own, and more of Ziggy’s, but what he remembers more clearly is that resentment. It wasn’t something he ever intended to face especially in such close quarters, but with nowhere to run, and Aeris trying to assert something, and Ziggy’s words branding his brain, there always came a need to avoid his path.

Fortunately for Aeris, they didn’t often find themselves in the same vicinity, but a power outage with a block party and living in the same neighborhood of said block party created the perfect cocktail of possibility for it to happen.

And Aeris can turn to walk the other way, but he decides to let his curiosity win out. There are enough witnesses around, and plenty of places to run. All of the logical reasoning doesn’t really hit him before his feet carry him toward Ziggy, not sure why beyond wanting to see if the fallout still burned if he gets too close.

“You still keeping up a restraining order in spirit?” He asks, stopping a few steps from Ziggy, out of his space but close enough it’s as though he’s orbiting it. Then, he decides to tease just enough to test the waters, “You can keep pretending you don’t miss me.”

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closed for: @cricketcampbell

where: ziggy/cricket/julian's, friday 29th

Despite his own abode having not lost power thanks to the generator he had invested in at his father's behest when he had first moved in, Ziggy was enjoying the dramatics of it all even when not presently effected.

He broke the silence that had fallen between them as he sat across from Cricket in the living room by dramatically opening his folded hand fan, the cherry blossom design on it evident once he had. He fanned himself with it slowly as he looked at her with a blank expression, a strand of dark hair on his head fluttering with each fan-made-man-made light breeze.

"I want you to recall the life-altering way you deceived me two weeks ago, sit with it for a second and then ask me that again."

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Tranquil - Who do you laugh the most with?

"Probably Ziggy, but that's because we have an endless well of inside jokes." @ziggykyeons

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A poem or song lyric that won't leave your head

"'When I'm drunk at the club, I wanna be felt up. When I'm fresh out of luck, I say, 'gimme the hard stuff'.' You and me both, Audrey."

instead of "Ask me", I want you to tell me your story

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☎️ + ziggy!

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Send ☎️ And I Will Tell You

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☎️ + ziggy!

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☎️ darcy

Send ☎️ And I Will Tell You // @darcyxanthonyx

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Tell me a ghost story

"I could tell you several on command at the click of a button if you were subscribed to my YouTube and I'm getting a real not-subscribed-yet vibe from this request.

Fix that at once. And don't skip the ads, I'll know."

instead of "Ask me", I want you to tell me your story

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Murmur - How do you deal with drama?

"That is so bonechillingly broad I don't know where to start. What's the drama? Is it mine or do I just know about it? All of those factors change how I would deal with it.

Personally, I love it. I know I keep saying I want peace but I get extremely bored if I don't have at least some problems. That's my own toxicity to get a handle on."

tender asks

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━━  👻┊THIRST TRAP – AUDREY HOBERT.

i'm takin' thirst traps in the mirror in my room / i think i look bad, so i change the lightin' / i used to kick back, watchin' movies and the news / but now i'm lame, it's such a shame, i used to be so super cool / but then i got that thing and it changed me / now all i ever think's "would you date me?" / and i bet you would, but if you wouldn't, i'll / catch you in the trenches, comin' to your senses / stay up, and i pace around, i pace around the room / wake up, and i'm thinkin' 'bout, i'm thinkin' 'bout you / can't read, or write, or do what i like to do / i spend my days 420 blazed, soul vacant, tannin' on the roof / i'm takin' thirst traps in the mirror in my room / i think i look bad, so i take a hundred.

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CHARLES MELTON American Horror Stories 1.04・The Naughty List

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Ziggy nods in acknowledgement when she tells him she was fine, the statement and the energy that he felt in both the room and the house weren't syncing up the way they needed to for him to believe what he was hearing.

He doesn't want to outright question her on it, that felt like it could be a misstep that would case her to retreat.

( Or worse, remain there. )

"I met one of them at the door."

The acknowledgement of Baz's existence is all he can offer to her. If he gave an actual opinion on the man -- first impression or pre-conceived notions based on what he's heard -- he would have no choice but to steer things negatively.

"If his friend's are anything like him, I don't think you should be going out and spending time with them. He's not a very nice person."

@scottienolan

When Scottie hears footsteps coming up the stairs she can only hope that it's Ziggy -- knowing that another confrontation with Baz will only end badly.

Things the night before had all been fun until she had realized that the hollow feeling in her stomach wasn't going away.

And maybe never would. Maybe this was just the way she was.

She's sitting up with her arms circled around her knees pulled to her chest when he walks in the door, sniffling and wiping the arch of her cheeks on her knees as he approaches the bed.

She tries to force a smile but there's no way to hide the puffiness of her eyes that proves she's been crying.

(And not just a little bit of crying.)

"I'm fine," she insists with an easy lift of a shoulder, her breath shaky as she exhales.

"Just felt like going out for my birthday, that's all. Made some new friends."

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"Nothing, it's perfectly functional but yours has the information I need."

When she hands it over to him, he punches in her passcode without having to ask just as she could have done on his own device and beelines for the Instagram app.

( It was no surprise to him to find it in her recents drop down. )

He goes to Cherry's Instagram via Cricket's account and resists the urge to click unfollow for her as he had done with his own account and instead clicks on Cherry's following which was a smaller list to comb through than her followers.

With a look of innate focus, he clicks on two incorrect accounts before landing on Fletchers, having to do a sly glance towards him to ensure he had the right person. After a visual confirmation, he looks through his posts and almost instantly finds something that he aligns with his assumption.

"A-ha!" He proclaims, turning the phone towards Cricket to show her the post he had found of him with a blonde. "Just as I suspected. "Cherry's here with someone who very clearly has a girlfriend who is not here this evening. She never learns."

@cricketcampbell

Well, at least it was an improvement from the time he had called Mack New York’s Biggest Mistake?

Though it would've still earned Ziggy a pleading please be nice to my boyfriend look from Cricket after her encouraging I think he's warming up to you one to Mack over his shoulder, but the sudden demand for her phone had her frowning in concern instead.

"My phone?" She asked, even as she reached into her purse for it. "What happened to yours?"

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"To speak to you like what? Truthfully?"

Sometimes -- more often than he liked to acknowledge -- truthfully and cruelly intertwined themselves as one in a way he couldn't separate before he's spoken. He doesn't feel like that's the case then and there but the slight tug he feels in his chest does make him worry that maybe he might at a later date when the alcohol had left his system and fresh eyes were able to examine their exchange.

He feels compelled to cut across her and emphasise that he never said that she herself was sad, desperate or a loser even if he was categorising her behaviour as being along those lines, but she manages to cut him down before he speaks so much as a word of it.

While he had entered the conversation with no clear objective in mind other than hoping to get her to steer clear of Bo, he hadn't anticipated that there was anything that he could say that would get her to utter the words that they were no longer best friends.

It stirs up something unpleasant and familiar, feelings of both rejection and being easily discarded, a combination that he's accustomed to and never comfortable with.

( He couldn't have remained with that swirling spiral starting, even if she hadn't taken an extra step to let him know how unwelcome he was there without her. )

"Fine."

Nothing about it was but he made sure to not let that show on his face as he steps around her to get his suit jacket that had been draped over the back of his chair, putting it on one arm at a time as he tried to contain the energy between them to remain just between them.

Despite the numerous accusations he's fielded for his flair for the dramatic, he didn't want to cause a scene at Will and Lemie's wedding.

"If no one's going to miss me and we're not even friends anymore, I'll be on my way. Have a nice life, Cherry. I hope you find yourself a best friend who'll bite their tongue and let you barrel headfirst into mistakes seeing as that seems to be what you want from one."

He doesn't give her a chance to respond because he doesn't want it, feeling like there was nothing left to say between them as he made his way out of the venue and out of her life as instructed.

@cherryxkoch

Cherry didn't need to turn around to know that Bo still lingered nearby, only exacerbating the situation with his mere presence. He was like a cursed object she couldn't be rid of. Not matter how much distance she put between them, how hard she fought to cut him out — he somehow ended back in here.

The words leaving Ziggy's mouth hurt because they were true, but what hurt more was that it was him saying them. Cherry had never judged Ziggy for his mistakes, for when he faltered. Apparently that notion wasn't one they shared.

Once the shock of his venom subsided, all she felt was heartbreak. "I don't know what jumped up your ass and died, but it's pretty rich of you to speak to me like that." This wasn't tough love, a wake-up call that she desperately needed. This was Ziggy saying all the things he'd apparently been thinking. Drunk words were sober thoughts.

"And if that's really how you see me," Cherry wiped the tears that feel with back of her hand, not caring if it smudged her bridal makeup. "As some sad, desperate loser then I don't know why you're here."

She always thought if there was one person who saw her clearly, it was Ziggy. Clearly not.

"You're officially released from your duties of being my best friend. I didn't know they weighed so heavy on your shoulders, but.. you're free. Congratulations." Her tone wavered as fought back tears, and they likely wouldn't hold for long. The last thing anyone would want was a scene in the middle of Lemie and Will's wedding and it felt seconds away. She needed to leave this dancefloor, but she needed Ziggy to be gone more.

"I think you should leave. I don't want you here and considering I'm the only reason you got invited here, no one else will miss you when you're gone. So go."

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━━  👻┊SUGAR, BABY – ELIO.

hands under the table / we can skip the label / i hung up my halo / didn't i, didn't i? / laying all my cards out / paying for the next round / kiss me with the lights out / of the night, of the night / you can take the wheel, but i'ma backseat drive it / four-letter feelings, that's a next-day problem / it gets me going when i know you're lying / but i like it / 'cause i drink too much, smoking with his arm around me / no, don't make me blush, i like when you don't care about me / and i make enough that you could be my sugar, baby.

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When was the last time you felt really insecure about the parts of yourself you pretend don’t exist?

"Probably when my ex-best friend basically called me a pathetic loser at a wedding that I invited him to. They weren't kidding when they said 'the people who love you the most know how to hurt you the most' because he really went straight for my fucking jugular on that one."

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