#delphine dupont 002.

[blakecastillo-a]

closed starter for @delphine-dupont​ / “If we get arrested it’s your fault.”

Blake couldn’t help the bark of laughter that escaped her lips at Delphine’s words.�� The mechanic had always been open to the other female’s strange behaviours and whatever she brought into the shop, but it was about time Blake got Phi out her bike with her.  She’d been promising Phi the ride for God know’s how long.  She glanced over her shoulder for a second with a raise of her glasses before focusing on the road before her as she sped along the highway.

“C’mon, baby, have some more faith in me.”  She yelled over the holler of her bike.  “M’barely doin’ the speed limit.”

When they reached the take out restaurant on the outskirts of town, she pulled into the parking lot with a wide grin spread across her features before bringing the bike to a halt.  “It wasn’t that bad was it?”  She asked Phi, genuinely curious as she kicked the stand out.

[olivcrstone]

STARTER FOR: @delphine-dupont​ LOCATION: Thane Autoshop. SETTING: Early afternoon.

Now that things were beginning to revert back to normal in the Stone household, Oliver’s made it his mission to visit his husband at work as much as he could. Mainly on lunchbreaks in which he brings Eli something to eat and a big kiss to keep him going throughout his day. The shop was quiet today, the sound of bikers tinkering away being the only thing that blankets the air. Metallic noises, Oliver liked it. Probably because they remind him of Eli. Oliver Stone, a hopeless romantic.

He also makes a quick pitstop at the front desk, placing down a small container of homemade cookies for the petite blonde at the front. “These are for you, bub,” Oliver says, smiling warmly, “Riley wanted to make you some. We spent many longs hours decorating them and makin’ a vegan recipe. They look like shit, but if you squint they don’t look too bad.” Laughter weaves through his words. Blue eyes settle onto Delphine then, head canting to the side just slightly. Her usual chipper and mystical demeanor seems to have dissipated just slightly. Or perhaps Oliver was just one a tad too observant, noticing every snag in the universe. It was both a curse and a blessing, really, but it helps aid him on his journey into helping people in this town. “Everything okay?” He finally asks, leaning carefully against the front of her desk.