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kathryn bernardo, actual angel

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          “i’d definitely call it one. maybe you could tack on ‘exclusive’ on the beginning of it. makes it sound more fancy.” honey jokes before she takes a sip of her drink. at the compliment, she smiles at the younger girl. “well, thank you! it took a bit of time, but i knew what vision i had. so glad the reception has been well so far.” they tilt their head. “very exquisite details on your dress, actually. you pull it off really well.” a genuine compliment, and honey starts to wonder if just being herself might be better than whatever persona she’d had for the better part of her days at gallagher.

open starter @gallagherstart​

“does this count as a concert?” ting asks as she takes a break to get a glass of water. “if so it is my first one ever.” she finally takes in the person she’s talking to. “you look very nice! this is an interesting gala theme.”

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       “well, isn’t this a fun little coincidence. two fruity drinks for two pretty girls. that’s us, by the way, if you didn’t know.” honey replies, one drink in each hand.

  (  @gallagherstart​  )    ‘  don’t  talk  to  me  unless  you’re  getting  me  another  drink  .  ’    yes  she’s  five  drinks  in  .   no  ,   she  doesn’t  care  .  

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       “no? shame. it’s gonna be a crowd favorite for sure!”

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“  for  the  last  time  . .  NO ,  i  don’t  know  the  single  ladies  dance .  ”

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         “since gallagher has been standing around since forever, i’d guess they’d first bought it when disco was well and alive.” and images of gallagher girls in the trends of the seventies fly around in honey’s head. “i’m sure they’d have to buy new ones if the old ones aren’t as good anymore though.”

      “you think the disco balls are something they had to buy for this party or do you think they already had them on hand?” he points up to one hanging just overhead. “i mean, the place is old enough. someone had to have bought one at some point before now.”      @honeybelon

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         “you mean, to a slow song?” which honey wasn’t opposed; they were just curious, is all.

“ would you like to dance? ”

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beafitz​:

“i’m sorry.” bea reached out to squeeze honey’s hand, a sad smile on her face. “yeah, i’m done with being a spy. it just isn’t me.” sometimes she was too soft period, and she was definitely too soft for espionage. she wanted normal, she wanted boring, she wanted a picket fence. an exciting and dangerous job just wasn’t for her. “but i really am gonna miss you like crazy. you’re one of my favorite people, you know.”

           she couldn’t help the pout on her lips; like a child saying goodbye to her best friend at camp. except this one was just a tad more emotional. and honey held a lifelong disdain for her own emotions. “i thought you were doing good.” she thought that every industry needed some good souls, and bea was definitely a good soul. “i understand though. sort of. i’m not gonna beg you to stay, that’s for sure.” and if she had some tears forming already, she’d ignore it. “you’re one of my favorite people too.” honey admits. “we gotta keep in touch, okay?” she asks, her voice softer than usual.

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HONORA BELONIA , DEVIL.

COMING SOON TO A LOCAL SAINTS & SINNERS PARTY NEAR YOU.

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ofanya​:

– “OH, YEAH, I’LL BE FINE…JUST EMBARRASSED, MOSTLY,” ANYA LAUGHS NERVOUSLY, pushing her hair back behind her ears. “ that’s really nice of you to say, especially since i was so lackluster on the dismount, ” she adds, teeth drag over her lower lip for a moment. “ are you a dancer ? ” 

            “nothing you can’t improve on when you practice.” honey would remark before they nod. “started as one, then i moved on to cheerleading. haven’t done either in a while honestly.”

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natemercer​:

“that’s literally the first time in my life anyone has ever called me modest,” nate says with a snort of laughter, though he thinks the people who know him best know that his arrogance comes from a place of self preservation rather than any real belief that he’s something special. “pretending? that’s the fun part?”

          “is that good or bad for you?” they’d wonder out loud. honey claps their hands in front of them and nods enthusiastically. “yeah! it’s like playing with dolls but you yourself are the doll.”

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casiraghis​:

brows lift in surprise at the name of the designer – he hadn’t expected something so high-end. the thought of never being able to afford oscar de la renta again is something that upsets him deeply. “ a woman of fine taste, ” he muses. “ i can’t say i ever did the same. ” it’s supposed to be an attempt at humour, he’s not sure if it lands. “ oh, i don’t own any. but i do prefer cultured pearls. i tend to find them more aesthetically pleasing. my favourite are south sea pearls. i used to gift them quite often. ”

                honey nods and pushes away all intrusive thoughts about not being the same kind of lady with that kind of fine taste; she’s always been a grandpa’s girl. “she is, yes.” they eye him with a glint of mischief, “you should when you get the chance. it’s quality fabric.” honey smiles at his reply and for a moment, she lets herself enjoy it. it feels nice, having an actual conversation with the other. “gift? to who?”

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beafitz​:

honey’s words made bea’s face fall. she was having trouble remembering which friends she’d told about her choice to leave, and evidently she had yet to tell honey. “it’s not just the summer, honey. i’m not coming back next year.” even if there hadn’t been a mass exodus at the end of this semester she would be leaving now that her mom was home. “my mom came back and finding her was the reason i came here in the first place. i don’t feel like i need to be here anymore.”

           now that she was mostly over what the book had called her ( honey tended to their grudges nicely, after all ) they were more than happy to openly scrutinize their peers’ every move. and every second before bea had even said anything made her feel a bit numb. speechless at first, honey blinked and nodded. “i see.” and it was a myriad of emotions, from being sad that one of the few people they were genuinely fond of were leaving to being jealous that they got to leave just like that. “so .. you’re not gonna do the whole spy thing at all anymore?”

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"i vote for a mockumentary type of thing, if only because having people say what they feel would be a bonus, i think." honey suggests.

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        “oh, i am so in.” honey sing-songed, as if they were completely over the sad sack stage they were in just recently. “especially if you include everything on that gossip blog. super juicy!” 

“Oh the gossip blog would 100% be included. Now I’m not sure if we would do it the same style as Gossip Girl, wouldn’t want to be copycats, but it would have to cause the same amount of drama.”

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honey instead turns to memories of her grandmother, ever so elegant and refined. she thinks of her expansive closet and how honey used to spend time in it, dreaming of a world far from where they were currently. "oscar de la renta. i used to wrap myself in one of those gowns and just admire the handiwork. she also had a mugler phase, but that didn't last long." her grandfather found his collections tacky, honey recalled. their eyes narrowed just slightly. "natural, obvi. and yours?" which was asked in jest, but once it was out, honey did become just a tad curious.

honeybelon​:

          for a second, honey thought the other might just up and leave. which wouldn’t be the worst idea. honey was at least aware that her current mood wasn’t the best one to be around in at any rate. “words exist and i like to use them.” honey simply replied before shrugging. truthfully, the need to be the annoyance never really left honey, especially around nico. it was the execution of that need that was at the mercy of honey’s daily moods. “fair point. i wear my grandmother’s pearls and designer gowns when i want to feel fancy.”

“ how … inspiring. ” her brevity is a steamroller that flattens his retort into something more digestible. he’s embarrassed at the length of the pause he needed in order to find a word that was suitable. he could’ve done better than ‘inspiring’, but he’s not in the business of making anyone feel worse than they already do. “ oh, well, what designer gowns does she own? ” because designers exist and he likes to use them. “ are her pearls natural or cultured? ” he can only assume she’s not bragging about fake ones.

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honey pursed her lips. "good for mother teresa. can't be me though." which was something they knew very well. honey clapped their hands, already cooking up some silly schemes in their head for the summer. "goody! the summer just keeps getting better and better! i am very much looking forward to it."

honeybelon​:

         “yeah, ‘cause not everyone’s hot.” honey was already forgetting how that part of their conversation started, but they liked the debate. it was part of the reason why they liked having ria around still. “there’s no good people, period. like yeah, they’re nice. but who’s actually ‘good’, you know what i mean?” honey grinned. they liked having their friends this way. cheered up, not bogged down. “more for me. and more time for me to snoop! it’s gonna be great. i can feel it.”

“That’s the truth.” A problem that she never had to deal with, she wasn’t everyone’s type, but she knew she was conventionally attractive. It’s why she expected so much of the world to give and bend in her way. “Mother Theresa. That’s it. Gandhi… I guess.” Anyone who fully gave up their life for some mysterious greater good. “Fine. Over the summer? Maybe I’ll visit if you’re there for more than a night.”

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while it was no surprise that most of her relationships were more fickle than normal, honey did have genuine warmth for those she considered true. bea was one of them and honey hugged them back with matching enthusiasm, even if their reasoning weren't the same. "it's just the summer! you'll see me around." maybe. honey's heart was still calling her to the west, for something new. but nothing was concrete yet.

           "hey, made you somethin’.“ honey calls, holding up an envelope embellished with some light glitter and purple specks all over. “thought you should have a little piece of that set you gave me for christmas. it’s your name in really pretty calligraphy. i’d do your favorite song but that would be long and would probably take me all summer.” // @beafitz​

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