#c: coreen + max

[memoryservves]

they’d had a hard time sleeping since leaving langston . what should have been familiar and comforting , just felt empty . a reminder of everything they’d lost . a reminder of every time they failed . a reminder of a family who couldn't even take the time to visit them . so they’d sneak around . in the quiet of the night when things were calm , when they felt like they could take a deep breath . there wasn’t a particular reason they went to the solarium — they’d only let their feet be their guide . but that turned out to be a curse . no longer alone . the illusion of peace shattered as they composed themself , the vulnerability once again hidden beneath a mask of haughtiness . “ what am i supposed to do ? peer around the people to get a good view of the exhibit in the day time ? " chipper tone at war with the deadpan look on their face . “ apologies , didn’t realize the school revolved around your schedule . “ grabbing the sides of their blue plaid skirt , they curtseyed , so low the hem of the skirt pooled around them . and when they lifted their head , their was not a trace of sincerity there , only a cold glare . 

WHERE:     near an open window at the solarium. WITH:    anyone. hit me with your best shot.

when  restlessness  clawed  beneath  his  skin  like  an  itch  he  couldn’t  scratch,  maximo  slipped  quietly  out  of  the  dorms  and  made  his  way  to  the  solarium.  a  half-smoked  blunt,  swiped  from  the  communal  stash  he  shared  with  delilah,  usually  keeping  him  company.  he  rarely  ventured  there  during  the  day.  there  was  something  sacred  about  the  stillness  that  came  only  after  midnight.  the  halls  felt  like  a  different  world  at  night,  stripped  of  noise  and  eyes,  wrapped  in  a  soft  hush  that  allowed  the  rotating  art  installations  to  shimmer  under  the  gentle  caress  of  moonlight.  it  was  his  hideaway.  a  secret  space  tucked  between  steel  beams  and  glass  walls  where  he  could  be  alone  with  his  thoughts,  uninterrupted  save  for  the  occasional  passing  janitor  or  the  night  security  guard  who  had  long  since  stopped  trying  to  chase  him  off. on  occasion  max  would  strike  up  conversations  with  them.  half-stoned  musings  or  lazy  debates  about  whether  a  piece  hanging  in  the  atrium  was  actually  good  or  just  pretentious.  but  not  tonight.  tonight,  he  wanted  the  silence.  craved  it.  he  didn’t  know  how  long  he’d  been  meandering  through  the  space—maybe  an  hour,  possibly  two.  time  felt  hazy,  stretched  thin  like  honey.  the  soft  scent  of  weed  clung  to  his  hoodie  as  he  paused  before  a  new  piece,  exhaling  slow  and  steady.  that’s  when  he  heard  it.  footsteps.  not  the  muffled  shuffle  of  a  tired  janitor.  nor  the  familiar  rhythm  of  callum’s  boots  rushing  to  warn  maximo  he  needed  to  leave  soon  before  the  morning  crew  arrived.  max  didn’t  startle.  he  just  turned,  blinking  at  the  figure  now  standing  in  the  archway.  brows  furrowed.  the  haze  around  his  thoughts  clearing  just  enough  for  surprise  to  creep  in.  "  i've  either  overstayed  too  late  or  you're  here  way  too  early.  which  one  is  it?  "

[the-firebird69]

Bay City Bike Rentals and Tours

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Olympus