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cosmo could probably count on one hand the number of times he's been in the campus bookstore, if he was the counting type. one of those instances was during his orientation, when the overenthusiastic student tour guide gave the group a far too in depth tour, going inside every building. the bookstore was where he'd checked out back then. too boring. it's nice to see it hasn't changed. still massively boring. though cosmo did very little of the work avila expected them to himself, he still liked to have a copy of the books they read. it was all about appearances. he found it did wonders to simply skim the text, highlight and post it mark a few pages, maybe pull something (however brief, however out of context) to bring to the table. it made him look ready, and that was the most important thing. it was this journey towards academic cosplay that brought him face to face with his fellow mentee. "oh, great," he chuckled, looking up at the shelf where their books were located. he had a handful of inches on her, but he certainly wasn't tall. "i can do my best. we might need to restack at least a few of these, though," he gestured to the books on the ground that had formerly been arranged in a stack to give her a boost.

open  starter​​​​​​​  ⇢​​​​​​​  𝖆𝖓𝖞𝖔𝖓𝖊.

𝓼𝓮𝓽𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓰 . . .  daskalos  bookstore.

𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒  𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐋𝐃  𝐈𝐒  𝐍𝐎𝐓  𝐁𝐔𝐈𝐋𝐓  𝐅𝐎𝐑  𝐇𝐄𝐑,  or  at  least  for  people  of  her  stature  —  she’s  been  at  it  for  ten  whole  minutes  now,  reaching  high  above  her  head  for  the  book  in  question.  if  she  were  more  susceptible  to  spiteful  thoughts,  she  would’ve  cursed  avila  for  having  an  𝓐  name  &  causing  his  works  to reside  on  the  top  shelf,  but  she  adores  the  man  far  too  much  for  that,  &  besides  —  the  first  assignment  of  the  year  is  her  namesake,  for  god’s  sakes.  it  would  feel  like  utter  betrayal  to  be  even  the  slightest  bit  annoyed.  she’s  tried  it  all  —  jumping  up,  using  another  book  to  knock  it  off  the  shelf  —  &  now  she’s  resorted  to  one  of  the  more  precarious  options:  standing  on  top  of  a  stack  of  books  on  her  tiptoes,  lip  caught  between  her  teeth  as  she  reaches  &  reaches. . . until  the  stack  crumbles  from  underneath  her,  &  before  she  knows  it,  her  ass  meets  the  outdated,  scratchy  carpet.  with  a  wince,  she  grumbles  &  pulls  herself  up,  huffing  to  blow  the  strands  of  hair  that  have  fallen  from  their  ribbons  &  into  her  face.  footsteps  to  her  left  draw  her  attention,  &  she  turns  to  her  new  company,  smiling  sheepishly.    “  do  you,  uh  …  ”    she  turns  her  gaze  up  to  the  book,  still  sitting  smugly  upon  its  shelf.    “  do  you  mind  ?  ”

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it didn't matter what he'd done the night before, what time of night (or, more frequently, morning) he'd finally laid down to rest, cosmo always seemed to bounce back. some days he created a drama about it, begging a lover or a roommate to wait on him hand and foot, drawing the curtains clothes and acting the part of a diva on their death bed. but if that charade didn't interest him, he simply popped a few ibuprofen, chugged water, and threw on a pair of sunglasses to go about his day. the shade of the glasses didn't help him identify the slumped figure in the corner, but he made it out eventually. "oh, please," he responded flippantly, pulling out the seat across from theo. "you're acting like you're dying, is that good enough?"

         𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧   𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫         ...        ›        𝐡𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫   @   𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐬

he's  at  the  sun's  mercy   ;   sunglasses  perched  on  top  of  his  nose,   almost  vampiric  as  he  shied  away  from  any  semblance  of  a  golden  glow  under  the  grecian  sky.   after  another  night  spent  killing  his  insides  and  barely  remembering  how  he  even  got  home,   the  blonde  who  would  usually  shower  himself  with  the  public's  affections  now  sat  obscured  away  from  any  passerby.   no  one  should  see  him  like  this   ...   not  when  he's  been  so  good  at  keeping  up  appearances  the  past  few  weeks.   “   god,   no   ...   not  today,   please.   whatever  this  is,   ”   his  face  was  in  his  hands  as  he  heard  steps  approach  and  call  for  him.   “   you  better  be  pregnant  or  someone  is  dying  for  you  to  come  to  me  with  whatever  you  have  right  now,   ”

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LOADING FILE…  ID #010725 AKA CODENAME: NARCISSUS.   COSMO GALIARDO. JORDAN GONZALEZ.

—  GENDER: TRANS MALE.  PRONOUNS: HE/HIM.  AGE: TWENTY TWO.  YEAR: JUNIOR.   STUDYING: DRAMA.  CITY OF ORIGIN:  NEW YORK CITY, USA/LOS ANGELES, USA.

NOW PLAYING…  PAINT THE TOWN RED BY DOJA CAT. THE SMELL OF ROSES AND TOBACCO, LATE NIGHT DRIVES IN A CONVERTIBLE, THE RUSH OF PERFORMANCE, COCKTAILS AND DANCING ON A SCHOOL NIGHT, HUNGOVER IN CLASSES, PLAYFUL FLIRTING WITH WHOEVER’S NEAR.

IF THE WALLS COULD TALK, THEY’D TELL YOU HE PAYS SOMEONE TO WRITE HIS PAPERS AND HELP HIM CHEAT ON ANY TESTS HE HAS TO TAKE. MENTOR: AVILA, FRANCISCO.    INDUCTION YEAR: 2021.

QUICK FACTS

Cosmo's father is the CEO of a large film production company.

He split his time between New York and LA growing up because of his father's business

The Galiardos are not close. The typical emotional distance of the ultra wealthy. Cosmo's attention seeking and self-absorption come from the same childhood well, though he'd never acknowledge it.

Cosmo has always skated by doing the bare minimum in his private schools, charming classmates into letting him cheat or having them help him write papers

When it came time to apply for colleges though, his charms couldn't help him. He was rejected from every prestigious acting program in the United States. Not wanting the scandal of a Galiardo attending a sub par school (or no school at all), his mother called in a favor with her brother, a professor at Daskalos

What should have been a wake up call simply wasn't for Cosmo and he's continued to skate by at Daskalos as well. This time he's upped the ante from charming classmates to paying them. The only reason he keeps it a secret is because he knows it will get him in trouble and jeapordize his already precarious spot. He doesn't feel any guilt for it.

POTENTIAL PLOTS

the 'helper': the most obvious plot to begin with. cosmo is a drama student so he has far less traditional papers and tests than many of his peers, but when they do come up he flat out refuses to do them/do them without significant 'help' (read: cheating). the person he's paying could certainly be a member of the dionysia (i imagine he also needs some 'assistance' with avila's extra work) or simply a fellow student.

the exes: cosmo is a near pathological flirt. he's surely made his way around campus a time or two, if you catch my drift. mostly he's content with one night stands and brief flings but i could see him at least trying to be in a serious relationship once or twice. he was very bad at it, though. i'd love to have some "you were my first real love and you didn't even care about me" or "we were mutually bad for each other and it went out in a bang" or anything else under the sun!

the bestie: cosmo has lots of 'friends', or at least he has lots of people that he surrounds himself with. he's not a very open person, doesn't really talk about his emotions or anything like that, but this would be the person he's gotten the closest to. i'd imagine them as another well-known face on campus, someone cosmo goes out with a bunch.

the influencee: cosmo is not the best influence and i'd love to see him take someone a little more shy or reserved under his wing and help them 'blossom' in his own quite unhealthy way.

the bad influence: cosmo isn't a bad guy. he's also not a very good guy, either. he's primarily self-serving and will put himself and his interests before all else. this person could see that and push him even further. cosmo isn't gullible per say but he could be convinced by the right pressures. also kind of obsessed with the idea of cosmo in a sort of Evil Power Couple on campus but that's just additional.

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You bleed too much darling, gather up your flesh, drape it around your abysmal void. Nothing is seldom worthy to be mourned over till it turns you into a shrine of ghosts gulping tears of every mortal. Love yourself enough till you carry yourself to the grave, my love!

Her Schrödinger's cat, Eleventh insight

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