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bhvgat · 4 years

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cherubfm.

━━━━ ✧ it was almost rare to see the tattoo artist roaming around the streets; so normal, almost habitual, for him to be cooped up in the studio that his boss told him to ‘firmly suggested’ that he’d take a break, a long one at that. it was a slow day for business, with milo lacking in clients wanting new ink etched into their skin. as usual, earbuds slithered underneath his sweater and hummed the voice of velvet underground in his ears. it was just that kind of day, a gloomy day matching the same gloomy mood of the brit.

milo wasn’t certain of where he was going, his feet taking their natural course; it was how it was for most of his life, simply following where his feet lead him, they were trustworthy enough. the sweetly familiar ding of the bell perched over the round about’s door. his thoughts were miles away, reaching over the alantic sea and back home. the thoughts were intrusive, unwelcomed, but the male still invited them to float around in the back of his mind from time to time. his focus was anywhere but where he was, pulling an earbud out to place his order with the lady at the counter; pumpkin spice latte, not too hot, please.

he was close to falling into his own thoughts again when milo’s tired eyes caught a glimpse of him. sitting by the corner, on his lonesome, with his features almost identical to the man he knew all those years ago. milo had seen the movies, heard the songs about those euphoric reunions. and yet, he wasn’t quite sure if poets and he understood the same feeling. his heart weighed heavy in the cage of his chest, fingers burning with nervousness as they toyed with the wired earbud. should i say something ? should i leave it alone ? fuck-

before he knew it, milo was standing in front of elliot’s table like a gangly giant, towering over with a shadow. all thoughts were gone now, no plan conjured, everything was consumed by the idea of elliot. ❝ eli. ❞ his voice almost a whisper, until he grumbled himself back to life, eyebrows narrowing. ❝ shit, i’m not interrupting anything, am i ? ❞

the corner seat in the cafe had become a sort of escape for elliot, a place to bask in the soft buzz of strangers around him and feed his addiction to caffeine. so of course he had found his way there while he was taking his lunch break, his jacket slung over the back of his chair and his eyes locked on an old copy of leaves of grass, annotating his way through. and so he really hadn’t been paying attention to the world around him when he heard his name, barely audible over the din of the cafe around them. his mind jumped to confusion first — who here even knew him well enough to fall on the shortened version of his name? but as his eyes flicked up from his book the answer clicked into place.

he recognized his stance first, because he had known it so well, studied it for hours on end. and then his face, his chiselled out features and messy hair. he looked entirely the same and entirely different at the same time, like a memory clouded out by time. something you return to and romanticize over and over again until the reality of it slips away. and elliot’s heart almost stopped for a second when he saw him, because it didn’t entirely make sense — like a dream that had skewed off course or a ghost resurrected from the past. but there he was, right in front of him, unmistakably and concretely there.

“milo?” the name felt funny on his lips after so long. “no, no, you’re not interrupting anything — i was just reading.” his hand gesturing to the book that was already lying shut on the table. and then he had to force his brain to remember what you’re supposed to do when you run into an old friend in a coffee shop slash record store, “do you want to sit? you should sit — we can, uh, catch up? if you want, of course.”

#ft. cherubfm

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bhvgat · 4 years

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greerlara:

usually, lara knew better than to leave things that could be broken or damaged out in the open when her nieces and nephews came to visit. but somehow, this time one of the more rambunctious toddlers had found her record collection…and managed to break one of her favorite albums. of course the puppy dog eyes that the little girl had flashed at lara had softened her reaction, but she still wanted to get a replacement as soon as possible.

so on her lunch break the paramedic headed to the local cafe & record store to hunt for her album. flipping through a stack, her turned her attention to the person beside her, a gentle yet warm smile tugging at the corners of her lips. “hey i was wondering, have you seen vital signs by survivor while you’ve been looking? my niece broke my copy and i haven’t had any luck finding that album yet.”

elliot didn’t actually own a record player at the moment, but flipping through the records was as good a way as any to pass the time while he waited for his coffee to be ready. his fingers were tracing over the cover of ( whats the story ) morning glory — the first cd he had ever bought for himself — when the blonde called his attention. he turned to her, a friendly smile on his lips. his eyebrows furrowed as he tried to recall if he had seen the record, “i think there was something by them somewhere? or maybe it was a different band i’m not sure, not super knowledgeable about rock music to be completely honest. i can keep an eye out for you if you’d like though?”

#ft. greerlara #hope this is alright !!

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bhvgat · 4 years

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quickscnd.

daya wasn’t exactly known for having a good mood. the woman had paraded through life thus far with a frown on her lips and bitterness to offer to anyone who came in her way. there were few people who saw the happiest side of her and fewer still who managed to turn her frown upside down. however, every once in a full moon, she thought she had a good enough day and needed other people to keep herself entertained, her lonely walks home and her difficulty in sleeping being the worst times of the day for the brunette, something that, after a successful shift, she avoided at all costs.

which just meant she would be making a home out of happiest hour until it closed or she got kicked out. whichever came first.

kicking back what could be her third glass of whiskey and definitely feeling the hard liquor having an effect on her system, daya got up from her stool and noticed that the pool table was strangely empty for that time of the night and decided to treat it as a sign. picking up one of the sticks to herself and chalking the point, she looked over her shoulder and called the attention of the first person in sight. “ oi ! ” daya offers a dimpled smile that is only ever there when she feels sociable enough ▬ her mother used to tell her she could get anyone to do anything with a smile like that. “ what do you say of a friendly game of pool ? loser pays for the next round ? ”

it was rare to see elliot in a bar, especially with no sign of anyone to have dragged him there. tonight however, the thought of sitting in his empty apartment felt far too suffocating ( and heart breaking ). today was what would have been the two month anniversary of his wedding, and he’s not sure if he’ll ever get the date out of his mind. the buzz of the bar around him was a comforting distraction.

he was still sipping on his first ( and likely only ) gin and tonic when the strangers voice called his attention, eyes following over to her and the pool table. he smiled at the offer, although he wasn’t entirely sure he’d be the most entertaining company as she had clearly had more to drink than he had. still, he was willing to play along, shrugging as he couldn’t think of a reason not to. getting up from the bar and heading over. “alright, if you insist,” grabbing a cue, “you want to break? and sorry, what’s your name?”

#ft. quickscnd #hope this is alright !!

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bhvgat · 4 years

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gatheringswans.

“no, i’m not calling da—mom, listen, unless he stops being interested exclusively in my work, i don’t have anything to talk to him about,” danny says into his phone, a pause to take a drag from his cigarette—stress smoke of the day he calls it because technically he was supposed to quit a month ago. of course it didn’t work. “i’ll take literally anything. hey, did you read anything good lately? are you dating? how’s the new apartment? literally anything that doesn’t involve the restaurant.” his dad asking his mom to mediate must’ve been maurice’s idea of the month—and danny’s having none of it, which is clearly audible in the tone of his voice. he sounds irritated; borderline angry, but not quite. “listen, i gotta go. tell dad to call me himself next time. yes. okay. yeah. bye, love you, too.”

the biggest sigh leaves danny’s mouth as he hangs up. he groans quietly and throws out what’s left of his smoke. he turns to walk back into the restaurant an practically bumps heads with someone. “shit. i’m sorry, my bad.” his hands are grasping lightly at their arms in attempt to steady them both; he drops them as soon as he realizes; hopes he didn’t make them uncomfortable. “so, how much of that did you hear? did i sound like a right asshole?”

elliot had just stopped by to grab yet another night of takeout, in the middle of a particularly heavy case that took far to much of his time to allow him in the kitchen. he just happened to be leaving just as the other was dealing with a clearly tense phone call. luckily holding onto his takeout bag of food as he regained his balance, giving the other the easy going smile that had always come easily to him, “no worries, i’m all fine,” biting his lip at the following question “oh that? um hardly any,” he was far too poor of a liar for someone with his chosen profession, his genuine nature making it difficult to deceive, “or well, yeah i heard some of it. totally fine though i get it, family, yeah?” he could definitely just leave it there and try to get home while his food was still hot, but his conscious always wanted to make sure people were okay, regardless of whether or not it was his business. “are you alright?”

#ft. gatheringswans #hope this is alright !!

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bhvgat · 4 years

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ELLIOT BHAGAT’S APARTMENT ⇆ islesbury, rhode island.

elliot’s apartment contains minimal decoration. having recently moved to islesbury he left quite a bit of his old things behind to start fresh. most of the furniture and decorations in his apartment are either second hand or reused in some way ( think antique coffee tables and wine bottles reused as candle holders ). what he does have in abundance in his apartment are plants and books. his bookshelves are piled with his favourite novels, old journals, and law books. the apartment is small, a single bedroom with an open concept living space. elliot didn’t spend much time looking before signing the lease, eager to get settled in somewhere. what drew him too it initially were the large windows overlooking the water, allowing for quite a bit of natural light. his favourite space in the apartment is the kitchen, as it has been with almost every place he’s ever lived. cooking has always been what’s made any place feel like home to elliot ( in particular family recipes that have been passed down through generations to him ). he likely spends the most time at his desk however, often working away at a case, passionate about his job.

@agnesextra

#not me doing the task before i actually interact on the dash djkfhdjk #consider it intro pt 2 #agnesfm.task01

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bhvgat · 4 years

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hi angels !! i’m cami and i realized that the name elliot is usually spelled with two ls after i wrote his bio and applied so we’re just never gonna talk abt that <3 but i’m very excited to be here & plot with u all, info abt eli under the cut !!

dev patel, cis man, he/him — whenever i see elliot bhagat meandering down agnes street the adults are talking by the strokes starts to play inside my head. maybe it is the vibe they give off. a cup of hot coffee with just a touch of oat milk, a soft smile in the early morning light, a brief case filed with meticulous notes and a perfectly fitted suit ; you know ? the roundabout is what keeps them interested in agnes. i heard they are a thirty two year old environmental lawyer. they look like the kind of person who always tips well.

BIOGRAPHY.

eliot grew up curious about the world around him. his parents immigrated to boston four years before he was born, and by the time he came along they were the proud owners of a successful restaurant. he spent his childhood questioning any customers he could about their lives, the regulars all knew him well. he wanted to know about people, what made them tick. each person’s story gave him a new idea for what he wanted to do with his life. while his parents expected a lot of him, the burden was lessened by being the youngest of three. he could have any dream he wanted so long as it was practical and lucrative.

by the time he reached middle school the many dreams had solidified under one central tenet, he wanted to make the world a better place. he was the kind of kid who watched the discovery channel and then came to school the next day ready to tell everyone about the latest environmental issue. his passions were wide and strong.

by the time he reached high school it was clear that he was more than a little bit of a hopeless romantic. with each relationship he found himself in he swore he had found his soulmate, burning mix cds and pouring his heart out in journal entries. while he was falling in and out of love over and over again he settled on what he wanted to do with his life, becoming a senator was his goal. a real way to bring change to the world.

his dream led him to university and then to law school. he was always an excellent student, quick witted and well read. school had felt like a sort of dream to eliot, the ivy and stone beautiful enough for his romantic tendencies to thrive and the relief of being surrounded by like minded people was equally engaging.

he graduated top of his class and was quickly receiving offers from multiple prestigious law firms. he still knew what he wanted to do with his life, but a few years of work first seemed like an ok place to start. as time passed however, he found it particularly draining. he had always wanted to make the world a better place, but what he was doing was far from that.

then he fell in love. not that he hadn’t before, but this one gave him a certainty that it was going to last forever. so a year in he was picking out a ring ( an antique emerald surrounded by ethically mined diamonds ), and a year after that and a month before his wedding when he returned home from work to find a note on the table. she wasn’t ready, she couldn’t do it, their love simply wasn't strong enough.

that’s when he heard about an opening at a smaller environmental law firm in ilsesbury. sure, it wasn’t quite as high paying as his old job and he still wasn’t anywhere near running for office, but at least he’d be saving the planet. plus the thought of ever having to run into his ex made getting out of town an appealing option. so almost three months ago he packed up his things and moved to the city and taking the job and a small apartment with a view of the water, with a heart that’s just a little less open to love.

HEADCANONS.

eliot loves cooking and food. he doesn’t always have time to cook for himself as he’s very career oriented, however when he does he savours it. it reminds him of his childhood, growing up in the restaurant. also he was raised vegetarian and became vegan in university.

he’s an avid journaler and has been for most of his life. he has a pile of old journals on his book shelf.

has always wanted to be a dad, he’s always wanted to get married and settle down and have kids, but each year he gets older that dream feels further away.

tends to live below his actual means, is very frugal. his parents instilled that in him and his siblings growing up, and it’s a trait he very much still possess. he’ll splurge on things like clothes enough to make sure he’s well dressed ( especially for work ) and going out for dinner or coffee. he’s a big tipper, having been a waiter himself through all of high school and his first few university summers in his parents restaurant. but his apartment is tiny, and apart from plants the furnishing is pretty basic.

as sweet as he can be he can also be very very stubborn. once he makes up his mind about something it’s rare that he’ll change it.

volunteers a lot, is constantly looking for ways to help out around the community.

he has a mostly positive relationship with his parents and his siblings. while they did have high expectations for their children,they primarily just wanted them to be happy and were very loving, especially with eliot being the youngest.

he was terrified to come out to his parents as bisexual, which he did his senior year of high school. while they were a little bit confused at first they were on the whole loving and supportive of him.

he is left leaning politically with a strong emphasis on social and enviromental issues. while his own dream is on hold for the time being, he does make an effort to get involved, doing things such as canvassing for candidates he supports.

he’s a hopeless romantic and has always been the type to write love letters and buy flowers for no particular reason. this also has caused him to have his heart broken one too many times.

he speaks english and some gujarati, he also took latin in his undergrad but doesn’t remember much of it apart from legal terms and is taking spanish on duolingo

can very much be a workaholic, can be seen in a cafe on weekends working on a case and drinking a coffee

loves to read and has a book shelf over flowing with just about every genre, particularly inclined to romantic era authors and poets

he was raised hindu but isn’t practicing

( alcohol/drugs tw ) he doesn’t really tend to be a drinker or do drugs, he will enjoy a glass of wine with dinner or the occasional cocktail when he goes out for dinner but it’s rare that he’ll get drunk. the only drug he’ll ever really go for is weed, which he’ll smoke occasionally. probably did shrooms like once or twice when he was younger. honestly probably too concerned with the ethics of the drug industry to do much else.

enjoys hiking and being in nature quite a bit.

pretty good at chess actually,, not like really good but like isn’t awful in a casual match, same with scrabble.

#agnesfm.intro

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