→ ☾* ✧・゚ ARDEN & OLIVE *
@lifecftheparty @oliveam
she was quick to shake the shock from her face , instantly jumping into motion after fazil’s brief altercation . making eye contact with olive across the table they were standing at , arden skimmed the contents , hands reaching out to grab the bottle of wine chilling in a bucket on the guest table behind her and a bowl of pretzels from the one in front of her , handing them to the other girl . grabbing the cloth napkin someone had left on the table , she scooped out a handful or two of ice and gathered it up , hastily following after the others . once they were decently separated from the block party , arden didn’t hesitate to situate herself on the floor , back against the brick wall . looking up at them she waited a moment before speaking , “ well … are you just going to stand there or would you care to join me on the ground ? i made sure we had refreshments . ” a smile breaks across her face at her refreshments joke , hoping it’ll calm them down from their rapid exit .
tonight was a fucking MESS . not the fun type either , but instead the type of mess that created an impossible stain to get rid of , its blotched appearance seeping onto his skin , sticking onto fazil . his whole evening , TAINTED , soiling what should have been a carefree weekend . he was pissed , anger contorting his usual friendly features , he was ready to explode — close to not caring who got hit with the collateral shrapnel . it was any second now , but before the implosion could continue , arden whisked him away , stealing a wine bottle in the process . he tried calming himself down , a long exhale emitting from his mouth . the fire in his eyes slowly dying as he watched the both of them , lowering himself onto the floor . ❝ as shitty as this is right now , this still isn’t the worst party i’ve been to , ❞ a joke , an attempt to ease the tension that riddled his tendons . he didn’t like being like this , but FUCK , was it hard to shake . his vision shifted towards arden , a wanting glance focused on the wine , ❝ please , can i have a swig of that . ❞
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❝ Rendezvous Au Printemps ❞ → Cape Coral Event 2 !
fazil doesn’t even think he looks good in white — let alone formal wear . he never was one to flaunt his wealth , however , he was no stranger for events like these — his closet was FULL of retired suits and slacks from the numerous banquets and charity events he was forced to attend before . fazil likes to act as if he’s above things like this , but the $ 36,000 rolex adorning his wrist tells a different story . along with his brother’s dior button down ( that no doubt will be returned with a few stains ) and burberry slacks draped around his legs , he just LOOKED like he was made out of money . as if the dirty nikes on his feet could tear away the attention from the fact that he indeed was .
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’ 𝖗𝖎𝖈𝖍 , 𝖘𝖕𝖔𝖎𝖑𝖊𝖉 𝖗𝖔𝖙𝖙𝖊𝖓 ’
a summary of the cape coral students . again .
@axelroy , @lifecftheparty , @ftaislinn , @of-dxnger , @rockcfellers , @chvrchfm , @griffn , @samifms , @witherins !
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→ ☾* ✧・゚ ELIAS *
ELIAS COULDN’T REMEMBER HOW LONG HE’D BEEN TALKING . sometimes , if you didn’t stop him , he would just keep going . he didn’t even realize that fazil wasn’t paying attention until fazil told him he wasn’t paying attention . his excuse , though , elias couldn’t argue with that . he’d definitely halted conversations when his favorite bridge came on . “ no man , i get it . i think i was just too in my own head anyway . ” like fazil would care about his inner conundrum about being friends with both PIP and OPHELIA . “ what song was playing ? ”
IF THERE WAS A MALE COUNTERPART TO FAZIL , it would be ELIAS . the two of them were total opposites , and yet , they worked , almost like yin and yang . elias , was obviously the better half , a glimpse to who fazil could be if he wasn’t the KING of bad decisions and harbored the same awkward charm he did . ❝ no dude , you know i’m always here to help you , let it all out , man , ❞ he flashed his companion a reassuring smile before nudging his arm before chuckling to himself. ❝ nope , you’re not getting out of this one . what i’m listening to isn’t even important — i want to hear what troubles my up and coming casanova got himself into . ❞
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→ ☾* ✧・゚ GIULIANA *
prior to her breakup ( and all of the familial drama that ensued ) , giuliana never really felt the need to use substances as an ESCAPE. her reality and the ivory tower in which it was set were both shiny enough for her to get through her days without requiring an additional boost. but , as with the passing seasons , she’s changed , suddenly finding solace in the way smoking on her and lucia’s large deck ( or on one of the many other locations in their apartment ) allows her mind to QUIETEN. thoughts pertaining to axel , her parents , her sister , her grades , her future all seem to come to a screeching halt , her focus solely available for whatever is tangibly in front of her. of course , this delicious interlude comes at a cost , one she’s found it far more pleasant when shared , and which has led to a brand new friendship. ❝ i was handing you a vip invitation to come to casa giuliana and tell me all about your INNER DEMONS over a joint , but it seems you’re otherwise occupied , so i might just go find another friend. no hard feelings , right ? ❞ she quips , offering the other an unbothered shrug , whilst doing a terrible job at masking her amused grin.
NEVER WAS THERE A DULL MOMENT IN HIS HEAD ━ a fragmented mind split down the middle , a desolate environment where both sides remained at war , a constant power struggle that never moved from the harrowing state of a stalemate . leaving fazil to decipher the clash on his own , the opposing voices often creating a cacophony so excruciating he did anything to deafen it . giuliana was a friend he made from the mutual frustration ━ thoughts that just wouldn’t SHUT UP . it was rare he even spoke about the things that tormented him , and giuliana was hardly the exception , usually only hearing less than vague details about his problems . but right now ? one of their rooftop smoke sessions seemed MORE than needed . ❝ hey , hold on ! you know i’m the only friend of yours worth doing that with ! ❞ he quips , smiling back in an attempt to salvage the situation . ❝ you know i’m not busy , name the time and i’m there ! ❞ a glance is shot her way , playful eyes altering for the slightest of seconds , ❝ so what caused the need for this spontaneous sesh’ ? ❞
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→ ☾* ✧・゚ TYBALT *
tybalt’s spent his entire life unable to care for his sister the way an older brother should . every time sympathy was shown to her , a slap on the wrist . every attempt to comfort her was met with poison spit at him – he learned early that he was an older brother by BLOOD , but not by much else . tybalt’s never lost the instinct , though – the pull in his gut when something is wrong , when someone has lost touch with their potential to be something better . fazil , a lot like the heirs & heiresses he’s grown up with . reminds him of royalty who don’t want the crown , partying to forget – something , to put whatever’s in their life behind them . they hide behind pills & champagne glasses filled to the brim , dragging their bodyguards behind them while they throw balls to ignore the real world . he knows it’d be him too , if he had a little more freedom , if the restraints around his wrist weren’t burning metal brandished into his skin . ❛ how would you know ? fazil , i know that you’re more than capable of being responsible , but i don’t know if you’ll ever believe it yourself . ❜ he can hear it , how he sounds like fazil’s dad – he sounds like someone’s dad , the words make his skin crawl . ❛ whatever , what’re you doing this weekend ?❜
HIS ACTIONS HAD ALWAYS BEEN UNDER A MICROSCOPE , scrutinizing eyes picking him apart , forming a list of his intolerable flaws that demanded to be fixed . fazil was far from the perfect image he was intended to be , prophesied to be the family’s golden boy , the one to help carry on their legacy , instead turning out to be the family’s most shameful secret . he had been labelled a disappointment the minute he strayed from the path paved for him , his parents doing what ever they could to force him back on track . but it only made him push back harder , pushing so far he fell from the pedestal he stood on , and this time , no one cared to help him back up . fazil couldn’t help but do the same thing to tybalt , it was only in his nature to break down the box people tended to shove him in . unlike his parents , though , tybalt’s push for him to be better seemed more out of care than anything , a sentiment that fazil cherished , though he’d never let the other know — he was sure tybalt wouldn’t want to , either . pursed lips tried to mask the fact his words meant something to him , exasperated eyes in place of sincere ones . ❝ honestly man , i’ve tried it before . it literally physically pained me and it SUCKED , it’s not fun . besides , being irresponsible looks better on me , ❞ he could never hold being genuine for too long , not before his front urged to come up again . hearing his next sentence , fazil’s glad he drops it , a sigh exiting his mouth before answering. ❝ uhhh , well , let’s see ... ❞ he pauses , before coming up short , ❝ honestly , probably just the usual , maybe i’ll start a new painting . how about you ? what poor person do you plan on murdering this saturday ? ❞
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→ ☾* ✧・゚ YOUSEF *
yousef feels like shit. he hasn’t had anything to drink, smoke, snort or swallow for a few hours now- and it definitely shows. his face is dark, and shadowed. his entire body feels s l o w and LAZY. he hates this feeling. everything hurts. intrusive thoughts enter his brain and won’t leave. it’s half the reason why yousef had called up FAZIL . the guy is a one-stop-shop pharmacy of all illegal kinds, and yousef always got his fix . as fazil speaks up, a smile briefly pushes through yousef’s dark features. his eyes immediately zero in on the pills. his entire body PULSATES for them . “ fuck yeah man , fuck - you have no idea . . how much i need that right now. “ his voice sounds raw, and a little desperate. he’s already fumbling for his wallet - pulling out NOTES and not even caring as to how much it is . “ how much for all of it ? “ yousef is ALWAYS up for it . it’s funny to think that he’d barely touched drugs before this year, and now it’s like he needs them to SURVIVE even one hour in the real world. “ can always count on you, fazil. you’re the fuckin’ MAN .”
HE KNOWS THE FEELING ALL TOO WELL ━ there were few times were fazil tried to quit cold-turkey , cutting off the only thing that gave him the breath of life , halting whatever he was ingesting at an attempt to be better . but the process felt like a prolonged descent to HELL , a long fall to agony , every torturous second being harder to tolerate than the last . minutes felt like hours , pains so harsh they twisted his reality ━ how could he be better when he felt ten times worse ? even a few hours of withdraw can be excruciating , fazil knows this , so he shakes his head at the money , pushing yousef’s hand back to his wallet . ❝ nah man , it’s on the house today , don’t even worry about it . ❞ for a second , he relishes in the compliment , the small feeling of accomplishment causing another slight smile to appear as he fumbles through his bag . ❝ rough weekend or something ? how’d you run at so quick ? ❞ despite his words , there’s no judgement in his voice , as if HE could ever judge him , more than anything it was just curiosity . finally getting what he was looking for , he plops one into his mouth before handing it to yousef , an amused expression coloring his face as he swallowed , ❝ here , now we can be rolling together . ❞
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→ ☾* ✧・゚SYLVIA *
* she hadn’t meant to bother him . peace and quiet was a commodity at cape coral . smuggled away in little bits or not at all . in this case , she was robbing him of it . still , the brunette waits , patiently flipping through her notebook of observations until he finally pays her attention . once he does , she shifts to sit next to him - smiling back just as brightly . ❛ i could tell , ❜ she murmurs as she grasps the earphone and holds it up to her ear as she takes out a pen so that she can write as people walk by . ❛ mind if i listen too ? i’m always looking for good music . ❜ okay , fine . maybe sylvie had been meaning to impose . especially as she raises an eyebrow at him . ❛ i was also wondering if you took good notes in class today . i wasn’t … able to focus . ❜
INNOCENCE WAS A FORGOTTEN FEELING , buried deep within the debris of his corrupted mind , it had been a feeling he hadn’t felt since the age of twelve . even in his surroundings , everyone at cape coral were blemished with flaws , all noticeably sticking onto them like depraved leeches . slyvie was the exception to this , her aura seemingly ANGELIC when compared to the sinful souls that stalked through the halls . maybe that’s why he felt pulled to her , protective almost of the naiveté she carried , which , included himself . even though his vices always found a way of glistening through . his features took on a much more gentle look when facing her , using warm smile greet . ❝ aw , my bad slyv , you know i would have paid attention if i knew it was you . ❞ he nods , letting the music continue it’s melody , now low enough for them to still carry a conversation . eyebrows match hers as he listens to her request . while her words were pure , he knew what amoral thing hid behind them ; every overly ambitious student’s gold — adderall . deep down , he knew someone like her should NOT be involved with him and what he offered , any of the foul capsules he carried should be things that she shunned . but his good nature was far from present , his clouded mind always seeming to have lapses of judgement . ❝ i mean , i did , but if we’re comparing them to your standards they probably won’t help much , ❞ a lighthearted joke before his tone took one a bit more humorless . ❝ hmm .. what are you getting at ? ❞ he made it known his coyness was act , his smirk dancing upon his face as if it was teasing her . though he didn’t hold it over her head for long , head cocking to the side as the act dropped , ❝ you ran out ? need a re-up or something ? ❞
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→ ☾* ✧・゚ BAILEY *
it really wasn’t hard to catch that look in his eyes - it kind of resembled the look on her face when she’d burrow herself away into her mind for safety. which was partly why she waited for him to come back on his own - she’d let fazil confirm he was back with her on his own. she recited some verses of her own poetry to him to act as if she was speaking, really the only way she’d ever publicly say the words she’s written. “i know,” she confirmed once he spoke again, tilting her head slightly in amusement, “that’s why i’ve literally just been saying nonsense to you.” she rested her book on her lap before continuing. “no, no, be my guest, listen to more songs.” her words were good-natured, but still definitely dripped with blunt sarcasm. she couldn’t blame him too much when she was pretty good at the spacing out thing herself. tuning out became a necessity sometimes. “i’ll give you credit though because you were being honest.”
WILDFIRES WERE FEROCIOUS AND DEVASTATING , chaotic beings with no mercy , no pity to what it came in contact with , burning them into pitiful bundles of ash . and while on the outside , fazil stood calm , one took place inside him , the red heat slowly eating him alive , singeing whatever poor soul his fingers touched . wildfires were destructive and so was HE , the hungry flames never taking a break , churning inside him until he broke . usually the solution was something far less orthodox , but sometimes , there were things that could tame it , one of them being bailey . where flames took place inside of him , gentle ocean waves took place inside of her ━ while his effect was damaging , hers was soothing , even being able alleviate his worst pains ( just for a little bit ). and for that , he greatly appreciated her , her company ALWAYS being welcomed . a smile tugged at his lips as her sarcastic words met his ears , newly brightened eyes glancing at hers , ❝ admittedly that wasn’t cool of me ━ you have FULL permission to call me a dick . ❞ sliding his phone in his pocket , he showed her his empty hands , ❝ see ? i won’t make that mistake again though ! at least during this conversation . ❞ his body took on a much more ‘lax position as he spoke to her , his face still beaming from earlier . ❝ honesty is the best policy ! speaking of which , what did you think of my painting i sent you ? does it look bad ? be honest ! ❞
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↪ *:・゚✧*:・゚✧ for @ostcntatious
HE WAS USED TO BEING KEPT SECRET ━ in his house , his name fell on hushed lips , his entire being a disgrace. his family was always fearful of how his sinful shadow would reflect back onto them , no love for the broken boy who struggled to keep his pieces together. instead , damnation , hiding his defeated body in the closet for no one to see. here , people hid him for a different reason , less did it have to do with him but more so of what he delivered. ophelia was a special case, though. she wasn’t family or customer , and yet , eyes would avert when he was near , lips would twist when he acknowledged her , and the times they would talk it was done STRICTLY in private. fazil wasn’t an idiot ━ he knew who she was and the image she upheld , he knew he didn’t fit into that perfect mold ( he never had ). still , she was a friend , and he could tolerate a few eye rolls in the hall if it meant keeping her as one. he approached her now , finding her at the more secluded parts of the school. ❝ ok look , before you get mad at me , i’ve scoped out the whole area. there’s nobody around , so i think it’s safe to talk to me , ❞ a playful tone coated his words before his feet halted before her, ❝ how are you ━ IF that’s okay for me to ask. ❞
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→ ☾* ✧・゚ TYBALT *
* ── an expensive cigarette is situated between his lips , lit by an exquisite one - of - a - kind lighter that can’t be found anywhere else on earth . even when doing something as lethal as smoking , tybalt does it with an obscene amount of money . most times , he initiates conversations – the average human unable to hold his gaze for too long , unwilling to say a word to him while living in the fear that he’ll say something unsavory to them . fazil is a happy exception , someone who’s never feared his status or his aura & initiated their first conversation . still , tybalt knows he can be a bit bubble brained , a bit reckless with his actions & if he wants to be friends with the male , tybalt knows he’ll have to clean him up . ‘ no . ’ he replies . ‘ i wasn’t talking . or maybe i was . fazil , if i just offered you the job of your dreams , you would’ve missed it . ’ his voice is tough , snappy like he’s talking to one of his employees . ‘ you need to pay attention , you’ll miss too many things if you continue to – do your thing . ’
HIS ENTIRE BEING WAS AN ORCHESTRA OF BLARING FAULTS ; the howling horns that screeched out his insecurities and the whimpering voices that murmured his fears , made up the sweet melody of his agony. a boisterous sound that it was , there was hardly anyone who listened to it. his facade acting as a great buffer , muffling any noise that could get out ━ besides , who cared about the guy who was always having until they wanted to have a good time , too ? there were few who perked their ear up , paying attention long enough to hear his silent cries ━ tybalt being one of them. perhaps it was out of care , but fazil liked to believe it was him just being observant. perceptive eyes caught signs , and now curiosity came to collect type-of-thing. he was unsure , but tybalt wasn’t too annoying about it and he made good conversation , so , he didn’t mind. bloodshot eyes only concern themselves to blink at his words , a fidgeting lip fighting the urge to show amusement. it still comes out though , the shadow of smile hinting itself on his features as a sharp intake of air expels his nose. ❝ man , you sound like my dad , ❞ he muses , smile growing as his pseudo-serious demeanor fades , ❝ besides , i don’t think i’d ever have to worry about getting a job offer from you. you’d never trust me with kind of responsibility , and that’s okay ! i wouldn’t either , honestly. ❞
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→ ☾* ✧・゚ MILAN *
MILAN WAS RANTING ABOUT FENCING PRACTICE , not that many people could relate to it , the team wasn’t that big . as per usual , a cigarette dangled between his lips , words slightly muffled as he kept his mouth from opening too much and risking losing the stick to the ground below . only after a few moments of his incessant rambling did he notice the other was paying no attention whatsoever , leaving milan in a a state of frustration . though , who was he to get mad at someone for not listening to him ? he seldom returned the favor . after drawing in a deep breath and dropping the half burnt smoke to the ground , he looked to the other again and shook his head . “ it’s fine , was just going on about fencing , ” he muttered quietly , arms crossing his chest . “ got a jab to my junk and even with the padding it fuckin’ hurt . then i get back at them for smackin’ them on the side of the head and suddenly i’m in the wrong ? it’s just bullshit is what it is . ”
HE WAS A FAULTY STRUCTURE ━ a muddled mess of limbs and fractured hinges , with dust beginning to accumulate on his broken frame , it was clear the desire for him to upkeep rotted away like over-ripened fruit. fazil stopped caring about himself the day he realized others didn’t either , why maintain good health when you’re only going to end up alone anyways ? his heart was much like a one-way door ━ never letting love in , but allowing love out. he may have not cared about the head that barely stood on his shoulders , but his care did extend to other things. like , the earth , who milan was oh - so - nonchalantly DISRESPECTING . milan’s words yet again fell on deaf ears as fazil’s eyes begin to narrow , his grey hues harboring clouds like a soon to be storm. ❝ yeah , yeah. i’ll listen to you about your pretentious larp battles later ━ the fuck was that for , man ? ❞ he gestures towards the cigarette that lied haphazardly on the ground , brows rising expectantly. ❝ there’s literally a trash can a few steps away , are you seriously that lazy ? ❞ while he’s not yelling , his normally calm tone took on more of a scolding one , irritation evident in his words. ❝ you know , normally dude , i would have flicked it back in your face , but you’re my friend so i won’t. can you just go throw it away ? ❞
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→ ☾* ✧・ JESSICA *
CLOSED STARTER for @lifecftheparty ! ( tw : drug use mention ! )
FEAR IS A MIND - KILLER , they say , an act of total obliteration , and jessica agrees : fear , worry , uncertainty , she figures life is far too short & the world far too extensive to fret over such things , and so she doesn’t . saves herself the agony , the suffocation , the infection that rots through your bloodstream & eats away at your consciousness . jessica delaunchy doesn’t believe in it , won’t stand for it , and yet . . . she’s not totally immune to it . she can feel it now , that faint distress signal : the itch in her chest , the pressure of a crease between her brows . she’s watching him , and she feels it , and it shouldn’t bother her but it does . ❛ dude , it’s like ━ ten thirty . ❜ an elbow clips the side of his , enough to get a reaction , enough to see bloodshot eyes & droplets of sweat forming on his crown . she shouldn’t be one to judge , because she’s just as bad when the sun sets & she needs to feel that buzz , but the difference is this : she does it to feel alive in the moment , not because going without would feel like dying . her tongue tsks against the roof of her mouth , and she taps the imaginary watch on her wrist for dramatics . ❛ it’s not party o’ clock until five , minimum ━ and i thought you had classes ? finger painting , or some shit . ❜ she sounds like a mother hen , someone who truly cares , so she swiftly averts her honeyed hues & lifts her shoulders into something nonchalant . ( what she really means : this is serious , i’ve noticed. what she really means : i’m getting worried about it . ) ❛ anyways , have you seen my denim jacket ? the one that has the ‘ plato is daddy . ’ patch ? philosophy class just isn’t philosophy class without it , and i know you were jealous , so . ❜
PAIN HAD ALWAYS BEEN FAZIL’S BEST FRIEND ━ a sickly man , consumed by despair and RAGE , so much so it infested his bloodstream , seeping onto his skin and laced itself within his touch. PAIN clutched onto fazil’s hand for dear life , it made home with him , breathed down his neck , and refused to leave no matter how often fazil PLEADED for him to. pain became his shadow before he even had his own , reminding him of the guilt he harbored , holding it over his head like strings on a puppet. pain became fazil , his despair and rage becoming his own ; it was all he could see in the mirror ━ no longer was he the curly-headed boy with a bright smile and his future ahead of him , but a man with dark circles that rivaled the black nothingness of the night , and a mind that succumbed to misery. the solution ? three lines of crushed up morphine , just to get by. he wasn’t proud , if anything , he felt ashamed , fruitless , and above all , WEAK. but if it meant he could hide from the devilish man who twisted his reality and haunted his dreams ? so be it. with the look on jessica’s face , he suspects the worst ━ does she notice ? is she ashamed of him , too ? his fears are confirmed as he listens to her speak , trying to hide the wince that begged his features to appear. his head working double time to come up with a suitable reply , one that DOESN’T showcase his hurt. he sees no point in hiding the truth , jessica is too smart to be fooled by his shaky lies, ❝ well , it’s five o’clock somewhere right ? are you sure you’re not just jealous you’re not taking part in this, too ? ❞ he jokingly raises his eyebrow , holding a playful smile long enough to avert her concern. why couldn’t she ignore it , turn a blind eye , and look the other way just like everyone else ? he knew the answer to that question , but playing coy and sipping the sweet bliss of ignorance was better than choking on the truth. ❝ it’s art history , and it’s the exact reason i ( need ) want to be high , thank you very much.❞ after all , he would rather be recognized as a bad student than what he really was. he keeps eye contact with her , grey eyes going soft , as if they were praying for her to drop it. and luckily , she does , just for a second , but fazil sees it as a big enough window of opportunity to jump through. ❝ i’m pretty sure it’s somewhere in my closet , or actually i might have it on display as a trophy , i’m not quite sure ...❞ his voice trails off , returning along with the company of a flirtatious smirk , ❝ you could always come over sometime and find out , though. ❞
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→ ☾* ✧・゚ 𝒟𝒜𝒱𝐼𝒩𝒜
“ you SUCK , fazil . if you don’t want to hear about my latest CROSS STITCH design, just say so . “ davina says, although there isn’t a hint of malice or annoyance in her voice. she reaches over and gently flicks him on his nose. “ nuh. nope. nuh uh. you can’t , like, come CRAWLING BACK to me now, begging me to repeat myself. i have , like, more dignity than that, i’ll have you know. “ then again, technically it was davina’s fault. she had seen fazil from behind, and had immediately started gushing to him about her latest design. she hadn’t noticed he’d had EARPHONES IN until it was too late, and honestly - davina kept talking anyways. even through his blank look . he’s been OFF SOMEWHERE ELSE . a part of davina is slightly concerned that he could be on something, which wouldn’t be the first time for him anyways. but at SCHOOL is quite adventurous for him. she doesn’t mention it yet, though. “ what are you listening to, anyways ? i could always do with new song recs . “ she reaches for the earphone he just dropped, and cautiously slips it into her own ear, waiting for him to press play.
❝ do i ever ? ❞ he cocks a brow , before a smile returns to his face , correcting himself before she could protest. ❝ kidding ! you know i’ll always listen. plus , when they make a documentary about you , i want to be credited as the supporting friend. ❞ fazil truly didn’t mind hearing about her artistic endeavors. davina was one of the few people who’s ties to him didn’t revolve around the paraphernalia stuffed in his bag. he appreciated that they could talk about mundane things like cross stitching , instead of being cross-faded. ❝ i know you do ! but i don’t have enough dignity to not beg , so ━ please ? i feel bad. ❞ fazil always had a drifting mind , today though , it had taken a trip down the lazy river , slowly floating off to the wrong consciousness. with an imagination that liked to take over , his mind being elsewhere happened often , but there was something else aiding him in the case. he tried his best to hide it from the other , straining his ears to listen and yelling at his brain to focus. ❝ oh , no , no, ❞ he protests , head playfully shaking as hands quickly go to stuff his phone back into his pocket , ❝ you already judge me on my fashion sense , i am NOT about to have you shame me for my music taste , too. ❞
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→ ☾* ✧・゚ 𝐿𝒰𝒞𝐼𝒜
maybe lucia is more OBLIVIOUS than she thought. she’s not exactly sure how many minutes passed by where she assumed fazil was listening to her, but she abruptly stops the moment she realizes he’s not. her eyes narrow at him, waiting for him to give her the time of day. lucia wanted to pride herself on being a PATIENT person, however, that would’ve been a complete lie and the way her foot taps while waiting for fazil to come back down to earth proves so. “yeah, i can tell you weren’t listening.” she rolls her eyes, though she means no harm. she hadn’t noticed the earphones he was supporting and was so quick to assume the WORLD focused on just her. “i think you need to carry a big sign with you that tells everyone you won’t be listening if a good part of a song comes on and to not be blamed for any future actions.” her nose wrinkles, hoping fazil sees the humor in her words. “but are you going to tell me the good part of the song or am i going to have to assume you’re finding a way out of talking to me and hearing my voice?” she raises an eyebrow, waiting on his answer while a playful grin tugs on her lips.
FAZIL HAD NO TROUBLE IMAGINING A BETTER WORLD ━ painting over the grey sky with the vibrant colors of purples and pinks , adding leaves to otherwise dead trees , hushing the nefarious man on his shoulder , who TAUNTED him with every word he uttered. his ability to do the last one waned ━ he wasn’t strong enough to do it on his own , at least , not without some extra help. only then could he plaster a wax smile over his otherwise emotionless lips , the same one he was providing the girl in front of him. ❝ aw , c’mon , i’m sorry ! ❞ he pouts , mouth folding into an animated frown , ❝ i’ve changed my ways since these last few seconds of conversation ! ❞ he laughs at her words , he was sure most believed he wouldn’t be listening , period. ❝ i don’t think a sign is really necessary. you might be the only one in this place who expects me to not do that. ❞ grey eyes illuminate for the smallest of seconds at the chance rave about the song he was listening to , not hesitating to speak up ❝ alright , alright. since i can see you’re dying to know ━ you know when you can tell the song is just leading up to a powerful bridge ? it was kinda like that , but replace the bridge with a guitar solo. ❞
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