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“Of course….” Herc trailed off, a little unsure why the other man even questioned the idea that he would do this without payment. It was for the town, and for the people of the town, besides he had nothing better to do today, having gotten his morning workout out of the way early. 

Zeke smirked when the other said he avoided the woods. Most people in the town usually did, besides the hunters and the lumberjacks really. He never went too far into it though, he kept to his same familiar route, knowing that if he got lost out there he’d be screwed. “That’s fair. The woods is a spooky place.” he smirked. 

Zeke’s smirk grew as he heard the answer. “I love horses.” he he replied, possibly sounded a little bit childish, but he did have a love for the animal. Fond memories of his horse Pegasus flooding back into his mind, though his horse wasn’t exactly a normal one on account of the wings. “Honestly man I get you. I have a pet greyhound, and I love her but nothing beats a mans bond with his horse.” he nodded. 

“No, no, this is actually the first time I’ve ever built boats….so good luck…” he laughed as he shot a look forward to the flume of water ahead of them as the boat sailed onward into the tunnel. “I like working out, going for runs, helping out around town as much as I can really…I also like a good cocktail night.” he admitted rubbing the back of his neck like he had admitted to something embarrassing. “-Work hard play hard though right?” he added, sounding like some messy frat boy. Not that Herc knew what a frat even was. 

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Perhaps if he'd realised before he might have done something different. Not gone outside, or... would it have even mattered? He could see the emotions on her face, but surprise wasn't one of them. No, she knew he was there before he came out. Without even realising, his body language changed, relaxing a little at seeing her. She did have a calming presence over him.

"Belle..." did she even use that name anymore? He didn't really use Adam these days, but then Adam had been a man so cruel that he had been cursed to live as a monster. He wasn't sure that was what he wanted to be seen as anymore. Except, she hadn't seen him as that. Even though he had still been cursed, she had somehow seen past all of it. Down even to someone he had long forgotten he had ever been.

But the reality was that had only happened because his original actions had been cruel. He had chosen to keep her father locked up, and over what? A rose? He'd been a prince once, and the thought of anyone stealing from him had driven him to anger, though it was something that was easy to do back then. That wasn't the curse, that was just the person he had become. It was his actions and choices that led to her being a prisoner, and his actions that had led to the curse. How did he come to terms with this? What if next time his actions led to something far worse? It was why he had hidden away, he couldn't hurt anyone if they couldn't find him.

"Not by choice" the roses at the castle had been the one reminder of his mother, he'd never had the heart to remove them. But here? "Is that how you found me?" it wasn't a coincidence, he knew her too well to believe that. But there was some relief in it, to see she was ok. He'd wondered that for the last two years, but he knew if he had tried to find out, his resolve would fail. A self-imposed prison this time, but he just couldn't risk hurting anyone else.

      it was strange. to think she'd spent days on end, dawn until dusk, by his side and now... years had passed since their last encounter with one another. so close to contentment before it had been seized from them, on the whim of another no less. and not for the first time.

      belle had grown so fond of adam's presence that life without him... well, it wasn't something cemile had ever felt at peace with. initially, his silence in grimsby had led the femme to believe that the curse had not affected him at all, that perhaps his beastly constituion was cause for him to remain in the castle and worlds away from her, a place to which she could no longer follow. but as days bled into months bled into years, she'd begun to piece things together at last. with word of a resilient rose garden growing in sumner heights acting as the final clue she felt she'd been searching for. it stood before her now in fact... the brilliant red buds deemed quite striking indeed against the bay house's charred exterior. she might've once felt dread standing before a place she knew she needn't be, tempting fate just as she had done at the castle the night she rescued her father but knowing the man whom her heart so longed for resided just beyond those walls stirred up any courage she required to step inside the rose-clad trellises.

      beginning to admire the flowers she feels as if have followed her these past few years, the sound of a door swinging open prompts cemile to swiftly draw back. warm brown eyes, wide and expecting, coming to meet those of steely blue... a distinct familiarity glimmering in them as she moves out from behind the roses to take him in. all she'd ever had as evidence of his humanity was the portrait, torn to shreds in moments of anguish, but she can see him now... before her, looking just as princely despite their strange suburban setting. cemile can feel her lips part in awe of it, utterly arrested by the reality of this long-awaited moment. one she's surely dreamt of. ❛   i should have known the only rose garden in town belonged to you. ❜ is all she can seem to manage in reply, a particularly knowing lilt to her voice.

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“I’ve met a few, enough to know what they’d be down to do, especially for free like this…” he said gesturing to the ride “And lets just say they ain’t the most charitable of types…” he sighed quietly. Herc wasn’t sure why he was doing so much for free here. He had built half the attractions at this little fun fair, or at least helped, and hadn’t seen so much as a penny. Most guys would find that kind of thing a little strange, but not him. His need to be helpful, just always outweighed his need to seem normal. 

His eyes widened a little when the man spoke some more. An innocent smirk tugged at his lips. As he let out yet another nervous laugh, unsure what to say. He may have looked like some hulking muscular God in that tiny little boat, but Herc was still the scrawny awkward little half God deep down. 

“Yeah….there’s jogging…the woods is great for that…” he nodded looking away for a moment, but finding himself shooting a look back at the other as the ride started. “-What kind of things do you like to do?” he asked, trying to break the chance of any awkwardness he had created. 

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Once upon a time he had loved music, it had been an escape and one he had needed. It was just he'd had an unfortunate incident that had happened. That only meant he didn't opt to listen to it by choice, but hearing it, well he'd still listen. Intrigue maybe, and there was no denying that the man was good. But the crowd were all leaving and talking to each other, not something he wanted to be caught up in, and so hung back, planning to walk away after a few moments. Evidently something that wouldn't work when the other man spoke. "Think I'd break it" well even in human form, he knew he was still a big man, and he didn't want to deal with the damage. "You don't have a chair?"

𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐛𝐨𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐲 - open starter.

crisp  winter  day  ,  the  unexpected  beaming  sunshine  brings  the  early  signs  of  spring  as  it  alights  the  town  square.  pink  and  red  decorations  seem  more  vibrant  ,  smiles  more  genuine  ,  and  children's  laughter  louder.  his  voice  ,  low  timbre  with  the  irish  lilt  he  could  not  explain  ,  had  echoed  for  a  while.  the  melodies  weaving  a  path  through  the  people  like  arrows  ,  or  so  he  hoped.  he  finished  his  last  song  ,  stored  some  of  the  dollars  and  quarters  that  had  been  tossed  into  his  guitar  case  into  his  wallet  ,  before  putting  the  guitar  back  in  its  rightful  place.  for  weeks  now  ,  he  had  been  working  on  a  lyre.  the  old  gift  from  his  half  -  brother  had  ,  as  far  as  he  could  tell  ,  not  traveled  with  him.  the  guitar  ,  though  suitable  ,  was  not  his  instrument  of  choice  and  though  his  skill  came  naturally  ...  he  required  a  replacement.  clasping  the  lid  closed  ,  he  swung  it  over  his  shoulder.  "  you  can  have  it  ,  if  you  want  ,  "  he  said  gently  ,  gesturing  to  the  apple  box  he  had  used  as  a  seat  ,  when  the  crowd  had  dispersed  and  one  person  lingered  behind.  "  it's  not  the  most  comfortable  ,  though.  must  warn  you  there.  "

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Well he didn't really want to push it too much, that was a different type of issue. Still it didn't mean he wasn't worried, and didn't really just want to walk away and leave her in the rain. "Maybe, maybe not" he mused, looking at the clouds, unsure if it would be that simple, or if a storm would start. Instead he reached into his shopping bag, grabbing the foldable umbrella he'd thrown in there before he left the house. It was cheap enough to replace. "Least take this".

    she   thinks   of   the   dripping   roof   -   with   holes   that   will   cost   too   much   to   repair   (   more   than   any   of   them   can   afford   right   now   )   ,     held   together   with   duct   tape   and   a   whole   lot   of   hope   .     it's   somewhere   -   but   somehow   it's   not   exactly   her   best   option   .     but   she   can   handle   herself   ,     and   so   she   doesn't   give   him   a   real   answer   ,     only   shrugging   .     she's   seen   enough   tornados   to   know   where   the   safest   place   is   ,     and   this   would   be   nothing   so   bad   .

     “    i'll   take   my   chances   .     it's   only   a   bit   of   rain   .    ”   

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“That is true.” Zeke shrugged “I still think even a pirate wouldn’t associate themselves with something this lovey dovey, even if it is mildly related to the water…” he joked looking around at his creation. It did look good, if not a little bit too corny, but that was the whole point of the festival, if anything this love boat with heart shape sails, cupid arrow oars and cherubs scattered around was probably the least corny thing at this gig. 

Zeke’s smirk grew when he heard what sounded like a compliment. It was a positive about his physique, a physique he had worked damn hard on since arriving in town, and though he was proud of it, he still felt he had some way to go. “Ah shucks.” he shot the other a nervous grin. “-Well I’m sure you’re not far off, I’d be happy to give you a few free training sessions at my gym some time if you’re down….” he asked cautiously. The offer was genuine. Herc always needed more clients, but maybe it was being in the love boat, surrounded by romance that made the innocent offer of a free gym session sound a little less innocent. 

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Sweets... why was it always sweets? It wasn't like he hadn't grown up eating them. All part of a royals dinner apparently. But he hadn't really understood the appeal then, and he didn't now either. It was like the town was obsessed with them. He couldn't even just blame it on the so-called heroes, the villains were just as bad. He'd never understand it.

But that still wasn't something you just admitted to someone, especially a stranger. "Sure... though what are they?" other than looking very sickly, he really couldn't tell. "Was always told to least know what I was eating" well sort of true, his brothers had always made that questionable.

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     she looked down at what remained in the box, knowing she couldn’t ( shouldn’t, really ) have any more if she wanted to escape the afternoon without an incident. sylvia hadn’t meant to eat quite so many sweet treats, but just one was never enough. especially when they were so damn good. clearly wakey bakey had made a killing off her today, and no doubt would continue to make one as long as anything vaguely sweet was involved.

     “want one?” she asked holding up a take-out box of treats towards the person. “i got talked into getting a dozen, and i seriously can’t eat any more of them.” one look into the box would show that a quarter of the dozen valentine’s day sweets were already gone, and sylvia was a bit of a sweets snob. she couldn’t handle eating leftover, semi-stale baked goods the next day. “i can’t eat all of them myself,” she added, a small smile on her face as she lightly shook the box as though it would make them more appetizing than they already were. 

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One thing he hadn't been expecting as an after effect of the curse was to have any form of connection with animals. He didn't really know how to feel about it, it was like they knew he had been one. Funny really, Thunder had run away long before the Enchantress curse, and he'd somehow managed to curse Sultan as well. "Seems docile enough" though how good of a judge he actually was he didn't know. "Sure".

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✧ . "𝙽𝙾, 𝚂𝙷𝙴'𝚂 𝚅𝙴𝚁𝚈 𝙵𝚁𝙸𝙴𝙽𝙳𝙻𝚈; i promise she doesn't bite."  the oncoming sunlight created a halo around the crown of their head as ella smiled. one hand perched on the head of a fluffy cream-colored alpaca while her other outstretched into the pen of a donkey which trotted up to meet her. "i wouldn't recommend trying to feed this guy," with a chuckle, she affectionately scratched the head of the alpaca, "but yikka loves carrots. would you like to feed her while i get your apples?"

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If he was honest, this probably wasn't the best place to be seen in. He knew the reputation of it. Frankly he didn't really care if people came here or not, it was their free time after all. But he was only here because a client wanted to meet here. Some out of touch noble who still thought the world should bow before him. Sad really, useful for him though.

The man had gone off to... actually he didn't want to think about what he was doing, and so he'd opted to wait at the bar. Mostly he'd just been planning to leave when he heard the voice. "Suppose that would be one word for it".

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Location: The Strip Club at night

Catalina who was currently going by her stripper name of Kitty, had just finished up her dance on the pole for the night. The club was a bit hot and she took off her jacket and went to the bar to get herself a drink after the show. Maybe if any guy wanted a private show she could give them one.

She had a rum and coke, sipping it as she sat at the bar, watching one of her coworkers take the stage next as the music blared through the speakers.

Kitty gazed at the person sitting next to her.

"Are you enjoying yourself?" She asked with a smile.

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As he sat on the boat he began to question it’s steadiness. Knowing it hadn’t fallen apart yet but there was still time, it was managing to take his weight pretty well so far though, and he hoped it stayed that way when the other joined. 

“There arghhhh” He joked. Trying to get at least a smile out of the other man “-But do you really think men that have walked planks and sailed stormy seas want to sit around building love boats?” He questioned, trying to imagine some big hairy tattoo covered pirate putting up some heart sails. 

“I’m an excellent swimmer.” Zeke lied, having next to no experience with water. Not that it mattered, the water really wasn’t all that deep. “-And I’m sure you could anyway- You looking strong enough man.” he smiled, looking the other up and down quickly before returning his eyes toward the man’s face. 

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New trailer for UK tour and West End Beauty and the Beast revival

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Well he wasn't wrong, the place was a mess. Far from the luxury Adam had once lived in. Even after the curse, the castle still had been decorated nicely enough, least with what was actually furniture. But Cenk had lived like this for years it seemed. "Fire damage will do that" but at least it didn't talk. Honestly he was sure it must sound insane that he used to argue with his furniture.

"Despite what you might think, I am relieved you aren't dead" well he hadn't been trying to kill him that night, it had only been self-defence. If he'd actually wanted him dead, it would have been easy enough, he could hold his own as a human, let alone being the beast that he he had been. He'd recognised Gaston pretty quickly that night, but knowing the curse, knew there was little point in saying anything at the time. That aside once upon a time the man had been a friend, possibly the only one he'd actually ever had back then. In retrospect it had been a fairly lonely childhood after his mother died, he imagined his father had a lot to do with that. Funny, it had just taken two curses to realise that.

"I might have believed that... but you carry a hunting knife" and he could understand the logic, a beast is nearby and people were scared. But he also knew it wasn't that simple, he hadn't fought back, and most creatures didn't talk. "I know what that curse did, I know it removed everyone in the castle from memory" though if he was honest, he wasn't sure if Gaston had remembered him, if he would have tried to kill him or not. He thought he had known the man once, but he also knew war changed people. "What the curse didn't do was make people do things they didn't want to".

Well he supposed there was the subject neither of them had brought up yet. The man had tried to kill him because of Belle. He just didn't know if that had changed or not. He didn't think his own feelings for her could ever change, but he had caused too much damage there, he couldn't risk it happening again.

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✧ . 𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚁𝙴 𝚆𝙰𝚂 𝙰𝙽 𝙰𝙻𝙼𝙾𝚂𝚃 𝙸𝙼𝙿𝙴𝚁𝙲𝙴𝙿𝚃𝙸𝙱𝙻𝙴 𝚆𝙸𝙽𝙲𝙴 𝙰𝚃 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚁𝙴𝙹𝙴𝙲𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽. surely years of childhood memories together meant more than a single bad night? after all, what's a silly little attempted homicide among friends? the hitch in his motion was so small, he was sure cenk couldn't have noticed, but was terrified he had anyway. everyone thought him so confident, always. overconfident even. and he was, to be sure. but he was still human. and he had an almost pathological desire to drown in the praise and approval of everyone around him. he needed to be someone other people could be proud of, and something so small as a hand on the shoulder was met with immediate resistance. he could overcome this, and would. belle had always been an interesting target, but there was nothing so vital in life as the bond of men. "maybe you should consider giving the same offer to an interior decorator." a small pause, and he threw a glance over his shoulder. "to hear them out." can't be too careful. after starting out with the pda shutdown, a misunderstanding would mean he was dead in the water before he'd even said a word. "the place is a wreck." lips turned down in a disgust impossible to avoid. a misunderstanding would be fatal, but brutal honesty surely would be tolerated. "but that's, ah." he turned back to cenk and stuffed sweating palms into the pockets of his jeans. "that's not what i'm here to talk to you about." he forced a lukewarm smile and gestured to a sofa, lowering himself into a nearby folding chair. gaston licked his lips, unsure how to begin. "i'm sure you're wondering why i'm not dead." he chuckled nervously, and flashed a bright smile, brow knit. "i don't know how much you remember about that night, but i --" where to even begin? "i wasn't myself. i would hope that much would be obvious." it might not be. and how embarrassing, then? gaston was beginning to suspect this conversation was the result of some horrible and very impulsive decision making on his part.

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Odd, why on earth would they get someone who nothing about boats working on a boat? That just didn't make any logical sense to him. Still, it wasn't sinking, that was normally a good sign. His brothers had occasionally decided to damage his own boat so that water came in. It was useful really, it had made him a strong swimmer.

"So they got you working on the boat? Aren't there former pirates in this town?" least that's what he had heard. Pirates weren't something he liked dealing with in the past, though here they were stranded, it was funny really.

He raised an eyebrow, it didn't really seem like the other man knew which it was. Still he didn't really have much interest in the festival, and the other man was attractive. Or if it really was just about keeping the boat afloat... well it still got him away from the festival so he didn't really see a losing side of this right now.

He nodded,, climbing carefully onto the boat, "although, if this is just to test if it stays afloat then I hope you're a good swimmer. Don't think I'd be strong enough to pull you back to land".

If he’d been asked there was no way Zeke would have been able to say why he picked this guy out of the sea of people. It wasn’t because he was alone or looked like he wouldn’t sue Zeke’s ass if the boat sunk, he just had a feeling about the guy, and guessed it would be better than testing it alone either way. 

“Ah that makes once of us, cause I can’t sail to save my life man.” He joked, maybe to ease any possible awkwardness that was created by asking the stranger to join him on his love boat. 

He laughed softly when asked about why he had asked the man to ride. He looked at his creation for a moment, shaking the boat slightly, but that’s what he had assumed it was supposed to do. A pick up line though? Herc had never been one for using pick up lines, he never had much need for it, often getting flocked by people wherever he went back home. But that was back before the curse. Now maybe, he might have to rely on something that simple to have a shot at romance. And what a day for it. 

“I don’t know. Why don’t you hop in and we can find out.” he smirked shooting the man a playful wink. Moving to sit in one of the empty, freshly cleaned seats in front of the heart shaped sail. 

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Well he had long since got used to storms. The curse, the first curse, had meant one form of storm or another had battered the castle for years. Fur was a lot more waterproof than skin though. It did give him a chance to go and buy groceries when fewer people were around, not wanting to talk to anyone if he could help it. Still, as the girl spoke he was mildly concerned, who'd chose to stay out in this willingly? "Mmm, probably will. You have somewhere to go?"

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        dg   tilts   her   head   back   to   the   sky   ,      watching   the   threat   of   a   storm   as   it   hangs   just   above   them   .      they   should   get   inside   ,      it   would   be   safer   -   but   she   can’t   bring   herself   to   .      another   tornado   would   be   both   a   curse   and   godsend   all   at   once   ,      though   the   likelihood   of   one   is   slim   to   none   .      she   can   only   pull   her   legs   closer   against   her   as   she   watches   the   clouds   roll   in   ,      sighing   as   the   air   grows   cooler   .      it's   not   like   they'll   be   soaked   if   it   does   start   ,     covered   as   they   are   -   but   she   offers   an   out   anyways   .

     “    if   you   want   to   go   back   inside   ,     you   can   .    ”   

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He supposed there was three options here in terms of what the conversation was about. It could just be another line of enquiry about what Cenk had done the night of the fire. That would be the easiest to deal with, and he also imagined the most unlikely. None of that had really happened, even if sometimes it was hard to remember that. His parents had both died twice, but in reality neither of them had even been to Grimsby. The second option was about their own past, it felt like a lifetime ago, before the damn enchantress arrived. What was there to hear out though? It only left the third option... the one he really didn't want to talk about.

He raised an eyebrow at the weapons. Alright logically the man was the sheriff, there was any number of reasons he could have them. But even after turning back into a human, he carried the scar from the bullet. The moment he touched him, he was already wondering just how much of a bad idea this was. He had got by in Grimsby keeping to himself, he didn't want to change it, "don't". Sure he had worse, didn't mean he wanted the other man to touch him though.

He sighed to himself, crossing his arms after shutting the door. He'd never done much with the house, never seen the point if he was honest. "I said I'd hear you out, that's all" any more then that he wasn't sure he could do. Logically he knew that before the curse broke Adam had been forgotten, like he'd never even existed. But the entire time he was cursed he hadn't done anything to hurt anyone else nearby, he'd only left the castle once, and that was when Belle had run into wolf infested woods. He wasn't really planning on dragging her back, more just trying to stop wolves attacking her. And yet, despite being there for years, an entire mob had shown up, ready to kill him, all because of the other man. Ok so it was fair to say he held a grudge.

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✧ . "𝚆𝙴𝙻𝙻," 𝙷𝙴 𝚂𝙰𝙸𝙳 𝚆𝙸𝚃𝙷 𝙰 𝚂𝙼𝙸𝙻𝙴. "𝙸'𝙼 𝙽𝙾𝚃 𝙼𝙾𝚂𝚃 𝙿𝙴𝙾𝙿𝙻𝙴." cenk wasn't wrong. most people would have long since given up by now. on belle, on mending this friendship. on being a person he could really be proud of, putting this overblown charade of confidence to bed once and for all. but he WASN'T most people. he was a hunter. a winner. not a quitter. the man standing before him was his best friend once upon a time. and gaston didn't lose. gaston didn't give up until he got what he wanted. if he was going to close a chapter in his life, it would be on his terms and no one else's. and. . . this was why he always had the CONTROL. why it was always given over to him, eventually. the shit-eating grin only widened when cenk finally caved and invited him in. with a proud chuckle, he carefully removed his gun from the holster, holding it up to show he meant no harm before depositing it in a bush behind the fence. there he knelt, and removed a large hunting knife from another holster on his ankle. "that's a smart lad," he mumbled, needing to hear the affirmation spoken aloud if only to himself. he stood again, and the mask slipped for the briefest moment as he jogged up to the front door with just a bit too much enthusiasm. "you won't regret it." he clapped cenk on the shoulder — slipping and again using just a bit too much force — as he moved past the other man and into the home.

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Of all the holidays, Valentines Day had to be the absolute worst. Not even a day off, and had to celebrate love... honestly, who came up with it? Alright being single on it probably didn't help, but far as he could see all love did was open on an avenue for someone else to hurt you. Who had the time for that?

Still everyone else had been excited for it, and he wasn't going to outwardly make complaints about it. The so called heroes all did seem to have a thing about true love after all. Why they needed some happy-clappy holiday with chocolate and a lot of pink, he really didn't know.

Though what he hadn't been expecting was someone to call over from... well he wasn't completely sure what it was. "Should do, did grow up on an island nation" a very small one at that

Free? Nothing in life was ever free, always some hidden cost to it, one he didn't much like not knowing. "Testing to make sure it won't kill anyone, or a very strange pick-up line?"

Don’t Rock The Boat || Hadley & Zeke || @violentdelighstviolentends​

Zeke had spent his whole day helping to set up for the festival. The town had done a few crappy things like this before, possibly trying to recreate the magic their land once had. But this time it felt different. It felt more put together, and at the back of his mind Zeke had hope this festival would bring a sense of magic to this town, even if not in the literal sense. 

As always doing the most to be helpful he had already put together the stage for the theatre show practically by himself, set up most of the booths and now he found himself up to his knees in water, putting the final touches to the towns (extremely corny) love boat ride. 

As he screwed the final heart shaped sail into the last boat he thought it was only right to give the whole thing a test ride. Looking around, hoping to find somebody to ride with, you know, just to get the full valentines experience and maybe a different set of eyes on his labour of love. 

“Hey there, you!” he hollered toward a rather moody and determined looking man, maybe in need of some love “-You look like you have a good pair of sea legs on ya, how about a ride?” he asked leaning over the side of the small boat as he stared upon the man. “It’s free…” he added. 

[violentdelighstviolentends]

Interesting, seemed she had already had cause to dislike him. Didn't usually happen quite that quickly if he was honest, and what he had actually done he couldn't remember. Least he could assume it wasn't stories of his past getting out, the coffee here had always been drinkable after all, and if people did believe Anna's ridiculous story, he could imagine it being far worse. Not that Anna's story was incorrect, but damage control was important.

"Of course, I do have a sweet tooth. Black coffee is just cheaper" and that wasn't really true at all. But years of being bullied by his brothers had meant he had got used to his food being swapped out for other things. He had learnt at a young age to hide any disgust when it came to food or drink.

𝙹𝙴𝙼𝙸𝙼𝙰 𝚂𝚃𝙴𝚁𝙽 ⤐ @violentdelighstviolentends ( 𝙷𝙰𝙳𝙻𝙴𝚈 𝚅𝙸𝙽𝚃𝙴𝚁 )

✧ . 𝙰𝙵𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝙰 𝙲𝙴𝚁𝚃𝙰𝙸𝙽 𝙿𝙾𝙸𝙽𝚃, 𝙸𝚃 𝙱𝙴𝙲𝙰𝙼𝙴 𝙷𝙰𝚁𝙳𝙴𝚁 𝚃𝙾 𝙽𝙾𝚃 𝙰𝙽𝚃𝙸𝙲𝙸𝙿𝙰𝚃𝙴 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙲𝙾𝙵𝙵𝙴𝙴 𝙾𝚁𝙳𝙴𝚁𝚂 𝙾𝙵 𝙲𝙴𝚁𝚃𝙰𝙸𝙽 𝙿𝙴𝙾𝙿𝙻𝙴 than it would be to not remember them. this one worked in real estate. that had been the first thing she had learned about him. then she heard his name once when he picked up his cell phone: " hadley vinter, sumner heights realty. " he typically just got a large black drip and ignored the tip jar completely. without fully intending it, jemima smiled as she leaned into the counter. "you absolutely sure about that? it's pretty sweet." she almost wanted to make it extra sweet on purpose — guys like this typically couldn't handle their sugar. but THEN AGAIN, if he never tipped when he was in a fine mood, was it worth running the risk he'd cause a scene if dissatisfied? in a word: no.