alsoaless

[alsoaless]

he  was  a  fan  of  halloween  core  .  halloween  gore  ,  halloween  lore  …  he  liked  it  all  .  it  seemed  to  be  something  that  he  could  agree  on  with  most  people  because  for  once  he  was  somewhat  involved  in  anything  but  trying  to  create  drama  and  carnage  .  it  was  the  holidays  !  "  attending  ,  of  course  …  don't  tell  me  you  won't  …  that  will  be  the  saddest  thing  i  hear  in  my  life  .  "

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          she  absentmindedly  rubs  the  rim  of  her  wineglass  with  her  index  finger  .  a  low  pitch  hum  expels  from  the  glass  as  dahlia  focuses  her  attention  back  to  [  your  muse  ]  .  “  thoughts  on  the  village  halloween  parade  ?  ”  she  remembers  when  the  event  first  took  place  back  in  the  70s  .  it  was  fun  .  spontaneous  .  “  and  will  you  be  watching  or  attending  ?  ”

[alsoaless]

as  of  late  it  seemed  their  allies  (  or  in  alessandro's  case  ,  girls  he  liked  to  call  in  clinch  )  had  disappeared  and  so  it  felt  like  the  perfect  time  to  hang  out  .  he  was  a  fan  of  halloween  despite  the  cheap  thrills  ,  often  finding  scary  events  to  be  the  best  places  to  pick  up  new  flirtationships  but  there  was  no  way  he  would  go  alone  .  "  stop  being  a  baby  .  are  you  scared  that  someone's  going  to  drag  you  to  hell  to  join  the  instalments  ?  "  he  gleams  ,  unbothered  at  the  prospect  .

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        she  rung  her  hands  together  as  they moved up in line, each step bringing them closer to the inevitable terror that awaited them within dark, spooky walls. it was silly. she knew many ghosts and none of them were scary; the haunted house probably didn't even have any real ghosts. somehow the prospect of being people jumping out at her with no warning was worse.   ❝ can't we go pumpkin picking or something . . . less scary? ❞   she asked, finally looking away from the daunting haunted house and toward [ your muse ]. doe eyes were wide and hopeful.

[alsoaless]

"  my  best  witch  ?  "  lilts  words  ,  humour  dripping  gregaciously  as  his  smile  grows  .  "  it  depends  what  you  want  it  for  …  there  are  a  lot  of  witches  around  here  ,  "  reference  to  the  people  that  he  had  less  taste  for  ,  groups  of  scorned  lovers  or  the  like  .  alessandro  didn't  know  what  nonsense  rosalind  was  talking  about  but  he  was  going  to  entertain  it  ,  thought  of  witchery  hilarious  .

          "what are the chances you could get me your best witch's contact details?"   her daylight rings been acting a little off-kilter lately,  and clearly her current witch she goes to isn't as good as rosalind once thought she was,  considering how  worn out  she was after being in the sun all day.  /  @nepofmstarters.

[alsoaless]

"  i  couldn't  possibly  ,  "  quipped  response  is  faster  than  it  needs  to  be  ,  joy  painted  into  his  features  ,  "  valmount  …  it  just  seems  too  uncultured  …  too  white  ,  "  whether  that  was  true  or  not  ,  historic  confirmation  not  sought  as  he  shrugs  .  "  lombardi  …  that  will  give  you  the  flavour  you're  missing  ,  jack  .  " @wcrstbehaviior

"my lips are sealed," jack responded with a roll of his eyes, though he did mean what he said, even if it was only because he didn't care enough to tell. "and here i was thinking you'd be mrs. valmount," he countered, his head titled to the side as he accepts the cigarette, holding it between his teeth as he reaches for a lighter. lighting his own, he held it out to alessandro.

[alsoaless]

"  how  do  you  know  i  do  not  have  many  important  things  to  talk  to  you  about  ?  "  look  on  his  face  devious  and  barely  backlit  by  any  meaning  ,  the  way  he  functioned  in  society  often  filled  with  meaningless  games  and  quips  .  he  allows  her  to  take  the  drink  ,  only  amused  as  she  takes  it  and  he  raises  an  eyebrow  ,  "  espresso  martini  ,  "  lilted  voice  ,  italian  heritage  seeping  through  as  it  often  did  when  he  was  out  ,  willing  the  garner  of  attention  from  men  and  women  alike  ,  a  spectacle  that  he  wanted  to  always  take  centre  stage  in  .  "  since  we  are  so  close  then  you  should  know  about  my  favourite  drinks  .  i'm  starting  to  become  offended  that  you  don't  value  my  friendship  …  "  tainted  features  with  fake  sadness  ,  baiting  a  response  although  uncaring  of  if  it  was  positive  or  negative  in  the  moment  .  she  seemed  like  she  knew  how  to  handle  herself  . @natashasfm

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❛ you really want to argue right now ? it's a party , babe , i'm partying . just chill , ❜ rolled bored hues . femme thought that having no strings attached would give her the freedom to do whatever she wants . but there was her boy toy of the week throwing a tantrum because he saw natasha flirting with someone else . ❛ i would love to talk about your feelings all night , but my friend is calling me , so see you later ! ❜ started walking away , ignoring him calling her name . stopping in front of the first familiar face blonde saw . ❛ just pretend to talk to me about something important until that guy gets tired and leaves , thank you , ❜ digits taking the drink out of their hand , taking a sip . ❛ ew , what is this ? ❜

[alsoaless]

the  two  of  them  in  a  city  like  this  were  probably  destined  to  find  one  another  ,  a  number  of  things  swaying  in  the  direction  of  their  idealistic  meeting  .  still  ,  aless  attributed  it  only  to  the  fun  of  the  moment  as  his  face  is  still  alight  with  a  small  touch  of  mischief  ,  "  i  can't  tell  you  now  .  you  must  wait  until  the  time  comes  but  agree  anyway  …  "  he  encourages  .  although  it  was  unlikely  he  was  going  to  use  this  for  any  great  evil  …  you  never  knew  what  people  were  thinking  . @delicatlueur

                    the   quirk   of   an   eyebrow   gives   away   julien’s   interest   ,   intrigued   by   the   young   man   .       jules’   playful   glint   meets   aless’   grin   ,   hitting   at   the   blonde’s   openness   to   this   mysterious   proposal   .      “   a   promise   ,   eh   ?   ”        he   chuckles   ,   curious   about   this   unexpected   condition   attached   to   a   late - night   burger   fix   .       “   well   ,   aless   ,   i’m   all   ears   .       what’s   this   ‘  one   little   thing  ’   i   need   to   promise   ?   ”       //       @alsoaless

[alsoaless]

raises  to  his  feet  ,  still  steady  in  resolve  because  even  the  flow  of  alcohol  in  his  veins  was  never  so  excessive  that  it  took  away  his  ability  to  function  —  unlike  his  cousin  ,  whom  he  seemed  to  share  nothing  more  in  common  with  than  dna  ,  aless  never  enjoyed  the  high  life  in  terms  of  drugs  and  alcohol  .  he  accepts  the  invitation  inside  although  there  was  no  doubt  that  he  would  find  a  way  to  darken  her  doorstep  either  way  ,  compliance  not  something  often  found  from  him  unless  utterly  defeated  .  he  walks  through  ,  bottle  emptied  and  held  between  fingertips  as  he  seems  to  ignore  the  question  …  the  shadowy  mood  cast  across  the  entire  interaction  staying  put  as  his  head  bows  .  "  is  it  usual  to  turn  up  on  doorsteps  ?  "  asked  although  he  was  doing  the  same  thing  ,  prospect  unusual  to  him  in  the  fact  that  it  was  something  that  he  didn't  make  a  habit  of  and  couldn't  imagine  anyone  else  doing  so  either  .  as  they  get  further  inside  then  a  small  puff  of  air  leaves  his  lips,  "  i  want  to  know  something  …  it  has  been  bothering  me  all  night  …  "  tangible  stagnancy  before  he  says  ,  "  why  isn't  my  buatini  coming  out  cooked  as  it  should  ?  the  taste  is  off  .  " @lovesues

                  the   day   had   been   dreadfully   long  ,   with   so   many   classes   that   she   needed   to   attend   and   then   there   was   the   hours   of   studying   at   a   library  ,   and   miyeon   still   wasn't   done   for   the   day   considering   she   has   to   stream   for   the   night   later   .      all   that's   on   her   mind   as   she   walks   up   to   her   door   is   the   chance   to   take   a   short   nap   before   she   hops   online  .      those   plans   are   put   on   hold   as   she   looks   up   to   see   her   ex   boyfriend   in   front   of   her   place   and   she's   instantly   glad   she   had   grabbed   an   energy   drink   just   in   case   .      she   looks   at   him   curiously  ,   unsure   why   he's   even   here  ,   but   she   moves   to   unlock   the   door   and   holds   the  door   open   for   him   as   well   .      “      is   everything   alright  ?   you   don't   usually   show   up   at   my   doorstep   ...      not   that   it   isn't   nice   to   see   you   .      ”   

[alsoaless]

"  money  is  time  .  time  is  money  .  i  have  both  but  don't  tell  ,  "  jokes  flow  easily  from  his  lips  ,  moistened  as  his  tongue  rolls  over  them  before  he  begins  moving  even  more  ,  steps  settling  in  the  night  .  "  i  didn't  know  you  were  dreaming  of  being  mrs.  lombardi  …  if  i  knew  you  were  such  a  strong  contender  i  would  have  hunted  you  down  sooner  ,  "  enthusiastic  joke  as  he  pulls  cigarette  box  from  pocket  and  hands  it  over  .  if  there  was  one  thing  he  always  had  …  it  was  a  smoke  .  @wcrstbehaviior

"we certainly don't waste any time," jack resisted the urge to roll his eyes, but he did opt for a more defensive stance as he folded his arms across his chest. it was completely unnecessary but he wouldn't admit that. "next thing you know we'll be announcing our engagement," he laughed. "we might as well," jack shrugged, "got another smoke?" he tentatively held out a hand. @alsoaless

[alsoaless]

"  shame  is  a  limiting  emotion  …  it  seems  to  stop  people  from  achieving  their  full  potential  .  "  perhaps  aless'  full  potential  was  to  be  as  annoying  as  possible  at  least  some  of  the  time  but  he  was  wholeheartedly  good  at  it  .  he  ,  coincidentally  ,  might  have  been  able  to  possess  more  shame  had  his  mother  still  been  alive  but  may  she  rest  in  peace  ,  now  this  was  him  .  "  i  didn't  know  you  found  me  so  cute  .  what  a  compliment  .  "  @lovesues

                     “   i'm   not   sure   if   i   envy   you   or   pity   you   for   that   .      some   shame   can   be   good   for   you   .   ”       still  ,   winnie   gives   him   a   bit   of   a   smile   as   she   looks   at   him   .      there's   a   bit   of   an   annoyance   about   him  ,   but   it's   not   like   all   of   it   is   bad   .       “   on   the   other   hand   .  .  .      in   a   way   you   kind   of   remind   me   of   a   small   dog   yapping   at   your   ankles   .      that   could   be   either   annoying   or   endearing   .   ”       //       @alsoaless

[alsoaless]

did  he  consider  himself  a  crass  person  ?  at  times  ,  it  was  in  his  nature  to  be  to  the  point  ,  idle  chitter  chatter  that  americans  seemed  to  find  important  seeming  like  a  pointless  part  of  talk  .  he  didn't  take  the  edges  off  of  his  delivery  because  he  more  often  than  not  ,  didn't  care  .  "  i  am  asking  ,  "  not  pretending  .  although  it  might  have  appeared  that  his  interest  in  henri  was  some  sort  of  sexual  pursuit  ,  it  had  actually  been  one  of  his  few  well  intentioned  points  to  call  out  her  seemingly  shabby  relationship  ,  defines  of  which  caused  him  annoyance  any  moment  it  entered  his  mind  .  "  make  it  more  interesting  ?  i  hope  you  are  not  talking  about  gambling  money  because  that's  more  boring  .  what  stakes  do  you  have  that  i  want  ?  "  as  he  pulls  a  brick  with  ease  ,  entertained  by  the  idea  .  @flowcrbcds

a  shake  of  her  head  follows  his  words,  not  letting  the  smile  that  was  fighting  to  reach  the  surface  win.  "  it  helps  that  you  are  a  crass  person.  "  she  shrugs  teasingly  "  then  what  would  you  call  it  ?  "  a  questioning  expression  takes  over  her  features  as  she  awaits  for  alessandro's  reply  "  you  couldn't,  no.  well,  of  course,  i'm  amazing.  "  she  winks  and  turns  her  attention  away  from  him  "  sometimes,  when  the  time  calls  for  it.  wouldn't  you  like  to  know  ?  "  her  hands  reach  for  the  brick  at  his  call  and  she  takes  one  easily  "  this  is  mostly  a  boring  game,  what  do  you  say  we  make  it  more  interesting  ?  " @alsoaless

[alsoaless]

there  were  reasons  that  some  things ��were  left  in  the  past  but  aless'  reasons  for  behaving  certain  ways  were  often  far  less  complicated  than  others  thought  .  he  was  there  in  the  moment  then  away  ,  no  consideration  for  damage  left  behind  .  it  was  only  entertaining  to  him  that  she  was  pretending  to  be  josie  ,  an  opportunity  for  him  to  stir  up  the  past  at  the  best  possioble  time  .  stepping  slightly  closer  but  not  being  invasive  when  he  lowers  his  voice  ,  an  almost  sombre  expression  that  is  rare  on  him  .  "  that's  very  hurtful  …  perhaps  i  am  trying  to  make  right  by  proving  myself  to  you  ?  "  puppy  dog  eyes  as  he  blinks  ,  long  eye  lashes  and  the  tinge  of  a  smile  on  his  lips  as  he  looks  at  her  …  looks  at  her  in  a  way  that  is  clear  he  truly  knows  who  she  is  although  he  doesn't  say  it  ,  a  smugness  visible  even  in  the  clenching  acting  he  is  doing  .  at  the  mention  of  mimi  ,  he  tilts  his  head  ,  "  lower  your  dignity  ?  i  didn't  know  you  took  your  sisters  relationships  so  personally  ,  josie  .  such  a  good  sister  …  "  glimmering  grin  .

         there's reasons why she feel for him,  right ?  he's handsome,  intelligent,  quick on his feet,  and has terribly soft hair she can't help but miss the  MOST  when she gets a little too drunk during girls' night out.  and jia hates it.  hates that he takes over so many of her thoughts,  her sleepless nights,  and that @alsoaless keeps  ...  showing up !  she's hoping that pretending to be josie will get her out of things.  and that's all it is:  hope.  it's all it ever was with him.  and she knows this !  and still,  when he sneaks up on her out of nowhere  ...  her heart is still loud against her chest,  and she hopes it's disdain.   "well, i don't want to spend time with you. and i wouldn't do that to my sister."  she's playing josie and she  SUCKS  at it,  and there is a reason this seong never went into acting.   "good for mimi. go back to her if you want to. but i'm not going to lower my dignity for that."

[alsoaless]

aless  liked  the  gossip  blogs  ,  overheard  or  just  plain  old  drama  .  whether  he  believed  it  was  a  different  story  ,  everything  taken  with  a  pinch  of  salt  but  the  tales  surely  on  the  tip  of  his  tongue  for  the  sake  of  drama  .  "  there  has  to  be  a  rivalry  else  the  world  would  be  boring  .  we  seek  it  out  if  we  can't  find  it  ,  "  although  he  hardly  believes  there  is  any  true  tension  between  the  rich  that  isn't  just  about  old  money  or  who  married  who  .  he  learned  quickly  with  inherited  wealth  that  the  number  one  cause  of  all  drama  was  just  rich  white  men  …  like  his  father  .

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         ria  lets  out  an  amused  scoff  as  they  scroll  through  their  phone  .  “  some  of  these  ‘  overheard  in  new  york  ’  posts  are  certainly  something  .  didn’t  realize  the  upper  west  side  and  upper  east  side  are  natural  enemies  .  soooo  not  just  money  meets  more  money  ,  y’know  ?  ”  note  the  sarcasm  .

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he  watches  damon  take  the  brick  ,  the  attention  paid  obvious  .  aless  could  be  competitive  ,  not  so  much  a  sore  loser  as  finding  the  thrill  in  the  actual  mounting  tension  of  any  game  .    (  sports  and  life  alike    )    .  "  yes  ,  "  response  short  as  he  finds  a  brick  to  pull  next  that  he  had  spied  at  the  beginning  of  the  game  ,  only  a  small  shudder  as  he  whips  it  out  quickly  ,  laughter  at  his  victory  as  he  waves  it  momentarily  .

        his  grin  shifted  slightly  into  a  smirk as he fell into step with aless, anticipation for a good competition growing. it may only be a simple game in essence yet now standing before the tower, damon studied the structure intently. a moment passed before he carefully removed a middle brick from one of the middle levels.   ❝ your turn. ❞

[alsoaless]

"  so  we  are  in  love  .  i knew  it  ,  "  chimed  with  the  same  smug  look  on  his  face  which  ultimately  meant  nothing  ,  a  sort  of  default  setting  .  he  wouldn't  have  minded  if  jack  really  did  hate  him  ,  finding  the  whole  thing  entertaining  but  jack  had  some  tells  …  impassion  an  invitation  for  someone  like  aless  .  "  shall  we  hang  out  ?  since  we're  both  here  and  you  aren't  telling  me  to  get  lost  ,  of  course  ,  "  tossing  end  of  cigarette  to  the  ground  and  crushing  the  embers  underfoot  .

"i don't know," jack's offered response came with a slight shrug of the shoulders. considering his usual hostile affect, the response was remarkably lackluster. which could easily be explained by jack not wanting to reveal his true feelings or maybe he really just didn't know. "i'm not telling you to get lost," he eventually offered up, "i'd think that's a pretty clear answer." it wasn't.

[alsoaless]

to  some  degree  ,  aless  was  self  obsessed  and  yet  …  he  still  saw  the  darkness  of  human  nature  .  thought  by  most  to  probably  be  little  more  than  an  attention  whore  ,  he  was  a  thinker  .  "  of  course  i  would  …  i'm  a  realist  .  it  seems  that  he  brought  that  on  himself  .  none  of  it  would  have  happened  if  he  followed  one  simple  rule  ,  "  uncanny  ability  to  be  a  person  who  seemed  to  have  no  morals  claiming  that  someone  else  should  have  followed  the  rules  .  "  would  you  have  looked  back  ?  "  he  turns  attention  to  the  other  only  briefly  ,  gaze  drifting  to  walls  .  he  doesn't  think  the  other  would  dare  …  doesn't  believe  he's  that  type  of  person  .

“ you would say that. ” san mutters quietly, disappointed. he steals a glance at aless then back to the painting. if san had the choice to remember aless as the person he loved most, knowing where they ended up now, maybe he’d take it. he sighs, then says evenly, eye for an eye, “ well … orpheus was killed after. a group of maenads beheaded him and tore his limbs off. he died miserably and alone. ” san will conveniently leave out the part where orpheus was killed either because he was depressed or gay. which, he thinks, is less romantic.

[alsoaless]

( starter : mimi @lovesues )

it  was  true  that  on  many  occasions  ,  the  validity  of  alessandro's  words  could  be  called  into  question  .  he  spent  so  much  time  seeming  to  be  involved  in  things  that  were  none  of  his  business  that  it  was  hard  to  remember  that  he  was  an  actual  living  ,  breathing  human  being  with  autonomous  thoughts  and  solo  griefs  .  sitting  on  a  doorstep  as  the  dark  drew  in  ,  night  falling  harsh  across  new  york  city  ,  stars  in  the  sky  seeming  to  twinkle  more  against  the  dark  back  drop  .  the  night  was  sitll  warm  ,  shirt  sleeves  rolled  up  ,  plain  white  t  shirt  beneath  crisp  and  untouched  .  he  holds  a  bottle  in  his  hands  but  he  is  not  drunk  (  at  least  not  in  the  noticeable  messy  way  that  some  people  can  be  )  .  waiting  in  this  place  for  the  woman  to  return  home  ,  absent  years  seeming  to  make  little  difference  to  him  …  or  recent  misgivings  about  his  intentions  (  which  were  for  once  actually  almost  honourable  )  .

glass  against  lips  ,  swallows  as  shadow  is  cast  ,  crossing  near  him  as  she  returns  home  and  words  come  from  his  lips  easily  ,  "  i've  been  waiting  for  you  ,  "  like  some  forlorn  lover  ,  someone  spending  time  attempting  to  court  the  one  that  got  away  .  address  as  if  there  is  something  left  between  them  to  discuss  ,  behaviour  suggestive  of  a  great  love  story  .  why  else  does  man  come  to  street  of  ex  lover  slightly  drunk  on  a  saturday  night  if  not  to  profess  undying  love  ?  that  isn't  why  but  the  silence  draws  long  as  shoe  scuffs  against  pebble  underfoot  and  he  asks  ,  "  are  you  going  to  invite  me  somewhere  ?  "  question  pertinent  ,  answer  important  …  not  willing  to  open  up  about  his  intentions  in  the  street  as  if  there  is  some  big  secret  stored  when  really  it  is  nothing  of  the  sort  .

[alsoaless]

am  i  broken  ?  am  i  flawed  ?   do  i  deserve  a  shred  of  worth  ?   or  am  i  just  a  fake   fucked  up  lost  cause and  am  i  human  ?  or  am  i  something  else ?   'cause  i'm  so  scared  and there's  no  one  there to  save  me  from  the  nightmare that  i  call  myself