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chasing your pretty thoughts.

[tamper]

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atlasgreys.

A soft laugh passed his lips, amusement ringing clear in the freshwater blues of his eyes. “I’m getting there,” He assured, stuffing his hands into the pockets of his jacket and smiling widely, winningly. There was something boyish about it, the sort of smile that would fit well on a boy just fresh out of school. Atlas supposed that was accurate enough. He was at that age, but he had never finished school, opting instead to devote his life entirely to music and the orchestra. “Sure. I’m just hoping you don’t get offended. I do mean it as a compliment.” His mouth tilted into a halfway smile. “Satine. Moulin Rouge. I mean granted your hair isn’t red, and your eyes aren’t blue. I guess you just have her vibe.”

There's a bit of amusement at his answer, enough so that it plays over her features, mind immediately going to what she knows of the character and snagging on one single point. Typical for her to find the best thing to talk about. "The sparkling diamond sounds complimentary enough to me. Hard and beautiful. Love it." She answers, humming a bit of Diamonds Are A Girl's Best Friend under her breath, and shifting he weight from her right to her left. She's keeping a surprising amount of eye contact, which isn't atypical for her necessarily, but generally speaking her interest doesn't stretch far enough for her to bother herself overly much. "Vibes are the best thing to go off of, though I must say that could've been taken rather negatively by the wrong person. You're lucky I'm the right one. Did you vibe that too?"

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jkai-martin.

Kai turned his attention to the person who took notice at his comment, “I’m not saying that I’m personally downloading some porn, but if someone was, then they’d be shit out of luck if they wanted to be adventurous and stream it in public. That person is ballsy.” He commented as he looked back at his phone. “Why do people fuck in public, but not watch porn in public?” He asked her as the question ran among his own thoughts.

"Good question. You should ask the next person you find fucking in public." August offers, nonchalant as ever. She's personally never done it herself, though she wouldn't necessarily be opposed. Either way, she doesn't have any insight to offer him. "Why don't you just use data if you're having such a problem?"

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axelpierce.

“Oh uhm,” Axel stuttered looking up at the pretty brunette, who for some reason reminded him thoroughly of his wife. “Well, it’s uhm…I guess it’s shit. Guys at school would rather vape together then to study the biochemistry behind spider webbing. I’m not completely a noob. I know some things…sorry the tone of this conversation makes me uncomfortable and my hands are sweaty and I probably shouldn’t have said that but you remind me of someone and not like your famous self someone. Okay, I’m going to go. Long story short, my reputation exceeds me for being the awkward nerd only semi famous for my dad’s scientific explorations.” 

There's a laugh that leaves her almost immediately, and it's probably the awkward rambling that elicits it, though it's not necessarily at his expense. It's more or less because she finds it cute, which isn't a compliment many men get from her. That being said, she's not one for soothing feelings, or making things more comfortable. "I have no idea what you're talking about." August admits, because really, what the hell? "If you want to, y'know, not go, and just walk me through where in the hell spider webbing and all that comes into it, I might be able to catch up."

[fleurjardin]

[roanrampant]

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ppayton.

Payton paused, sucking in a mouthful of air to catch her breathe and continue the conversation at hand. “August! Stop it! I was never one to accept compliments easily. I can already guess that my face is mimicking the bright color of a tomato right about now. Don’t be offended because if I’m smoking fucking hot then you’re drop dead fucking gorgeous,” she whistled a small tune. “Huh?” she quizzed, craning her neck to the side. “Those friend’s right there. We’re making jello shots today. I’m pretty excited about it. Anywho, what were you saying about drugs?” she added. “Oh! Well, surprise! I’m not abstinent anymore. I drink to my little liver’s content nowadays and drugs are fun. I’ve really been missing out so I’m trying to catch up. It’s all in good fun. It’s really great you’re here. Harry is going to be so happy!”

Payton is going at a mile a minute, and August is beginning to suspect that she's on some of those drugs she's speaking so fondly about now. Either that, or she's just become a bit less desensitized to her than she had been before. That would make sense too. Regardless, she's got a bit of an incredulous expression on her face as she aborbs the overload of information, and the last comment has a laugh bubbling out of her. It's quick and barely there, and there's a bit of an edge to it, enough so that it's noticeable. "I'd rather know if I'm invited to the jell-o shots than how Harry is or isn't going to be feeling, to be honest with you." She turns her attention to Payton's companions then, the charm coming on instantly, and offers a brilliant smile that's more red carpet than it is a random encounter on the beach. "Hi, I'm August." She introduces, though chances are they already know that. She hadn't exactly addressed everything she was offered, but with so much dialogue crammed into a small space, her head is spinning a bit. She's going to have to have an energy drink or something to keep up.

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hxrryhq.

“Your lipstick matches my sweater,” He informed her sweetly, his mouth curling into a wry smile as he watched her over the furry head of the snowy kitten in his hands. It had been a while since they sat together like this. This being alone at a cafe. He needed it though, especially after the hellish week he had. He reached up to pat over the bandaid on his nose self-consciously, like he was checking if it was still there. “How have you been?” He asked softly, green eyes meeting hers. “You wouldn’t believe what a sight for sore eyes you are.” 

August's agreement to this had been conditional, at least introspectively. It's not every day that she commits to going and spending time with former flames, especially mega-star former flames that she hasn't really spoken to since they were both too young and too dumb to understand just about anything. Whether they're vastly different people now or not, especially when paired together, remains to be determined. Augusut is nursing a mug of tea on one knee, ignoring their feline friends for the moment in favour of focusing a steady gaze on Harry, and at his comment she subconsciously parts her lips slightly, unnecessarily drawing attention to something he's obviously already focused on. She's a creature of habit if there ever has been one.

A hand lifts before she speaks, tucking a bit of hair that's loosed from her braids into her face back again, and she shifts a little bit where she's perched in a bid for additional comfort. "Careful, people might think we've coordinated." She offers, tones lilting and edging on lightly teasing. It's one she adopts under relatively few circumstances. "How have I been?" She echoes, her eyebrows raising, and her mind immediately going through the various platforms on which Harry could've educated himself on how she's been. Then again, perhaps her 'candid' image doesn't actually do it for him; fuck knows there are dozens of celebrities out their marketed for being blunt and genuinem, for being the real deal, and that's a load of shit if she's ever heard one. His weariness of it is warranted.

Or, maybe, he just hasn't cared enough.

"I've been thriving, as usual. Success is my middle name and all that. You're not doing much worse, I'd say -- at least judging by what I can believe from the media." Her tone is dry; it's obvious where she stands on that last statement, and she punctuates it with a sip of her green tea, making sure to not smudge her lipstick overly much. The last bit he gives she takes as complimentary, as she's sure it was meant to come off, and there's a slight curve to her lips that depicts the hints of a smile. She isn't very good at giving genuine smiles these days -- this is as close as it gets. "You too. You've grown into that baby face, you know. Like, really. Photographs haven't done you much justice, love."

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–– text to august.

GEORGINA: so i found two stray cats today, like, couldn't be older than a few weeks? they're still babies, literally

GEORGINA: which is why i stayed with them for a VERY long time because i didn't want to take them away from their mother, you know?

GEORGINA: but their mother was nowhere to be seen?? and the mother cat never returned??

GEORGINA: so i might've taken them home?? :))

GEORGINA: also, completely unrelated but do you have any parfume suggestions? i'm running out

AUGUST: why are you literally me

AUGUST: tbh i have 3 cats i gotta be Stopped lmao

AUGUST: what the fuck is parfume

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jkai-martin.

With a frustration present in his body language as he clenched his jaw a bit and handled his phone in a rough manner, Kai sighed,“The wi-fi out here sucks. Must take days to download porn.” He grimaced as he reset his phone to see if that was the problem to why his snapchat wouldn’t load in the coffee shop he was standing in. 

“Wouldn’t take days if you went to yours and used your own wi-fi. Coffee shop wi-fi generally always sucks.” It seems so obvious to August that she’s literally half a second shy of rolling her eyes at this person, though of course the ‘porn’ comment is amusing. As someone who is big in the industry herself, she very much promotes downloading and streaming of all sorts. “And anyway, no one downloads porn in public. Unfortunately.” 

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michaelwaxwing.

‘If there is any plus to the apparently fucking unnecessary trip around Mexico I just took, it was that I managed to drive my baby back all the way from LA. I’ve got that Monty Python song stuck in my head. You know the one.’ He puts on an offensively exaggerated British accent. ‘Always look on the bright side of life.’ He breaks off to whistle before repeating the line. ‘Anyway,’ He said, dropping back to his usual American timbre, a wide, foxlike grin already stretching his mouth. ‘Please tell me you wanna see my baby.’

“That sounds like shit.” August informs him, blunt as she ever is, though there’s a little spark of amusement just barely veiled in her tone that will hopefully not fall on deaf ears. The prospect if ‘seeing his baby’ isn’t exactly an enticing one, but then again, the prospect of not going to see it is just as unappealing. Still, August takes a very obvious moment to reflect on her life decisions, deliberating somewhat extensively before finally opening her mouth to respond, “Why you think anyone would wanna see ‘your baby’ is beyond me, but I’m free for the next hour, so I have no excuse to the contrary. Show me.”

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atlasgreys.

Atlas reached up, rubbing at the faint bruise on his lower lip with one of his long, slim fingers, his piercing blue eyes fixed on the person in front of them with mild interest. He wasn’t really one for starting unnecessary conversations. Maybe that’s why the foxlike remark was still held on the tip of his tongue, hindered by his own reluctance to engage in social interaction. Still, he forwent his misgivings, a smile spreading his mouth. “You know, you remind me of this character I saw in a movie.”

It isn’t as if staring is common practice for her, though being stared at is something she’s exceedingly used to; the fact this particular look is being reciprocated is entirely out of the ordinary. The draw of brown eyes to the faint bruise lining this stranger’s lower lip has mind your damn business flitting quick through her head, words just off the tip of her tongue swallow back in favour of observational silence that will do her much better. Of course, nothing last forever, and before she knows it her attention is being grabbed by the sound of his voice swelling past the purple, and she’s reacquainting herself with the bigger picture of his features instead of focusing so much on one point. It takes a tick or two of delay for her to respond. “I’m hoping this is going to lead into something complimentary. Dare I ask what character, and from which movie?”

[seaquakes]

oh such GRACE, oh such BEAUTY, and lipstick and callous and FISHNETS and MALICE. 

CHARACTER AESTHETICS → AUGUST REYNOLDS AS SELINA KYLE / CATWOMAN.

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qviinn.

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Fingertips are slightly tingly as she brushes them down over her form, bare skin of her belly warm to the touch; she's slipping them beneath the waistline of her panties almost teasingly slow, and it's obviously by the set of her jaw exactly how she's feeling. It's more than that, though. It's more than defiance, and dominance, and pushing him for the sake of pushing. She knows that he knows it, and she also knows the tone of his voice and what it's communicating to her. If she doesn't listen, then she might not get what she wants -- she might get something very different, or get nothing at all, and that simply won't do.

It's a relief that eases the strain on her shoulders when she gives to it, that quick, that easy. She can't explain why it feels like a weight taken off of her, and she's not sure she wants to think about it. She's trusting, though, like she always is with Quinn, and no one looks at her as hungry as he does. No one has ever looked at her as hungry as he does. She was in love, once -- or so she thought -- but that was a long time ago, and she was young. And this is lust. This is nothing but lust, and it makes a difference, because it's lust in a way that doesn't include depersonalization. She's more used to that. It's a gentler path for her to follow.

The soft slide of fabric down over her thighs doesn't do much to improve her goose bump situation, and she bends, drawing each foot up individually to step out of her panties. Brunette tresses curtain her face as they fall in waves to either side, momentarily hiding her from view. The heels remain on, as she was told, but the panties are kicked away, and when she straightens back up, she deliberately moves slow in unfastening her bra. Slow enough to meet Quinn's eyes, and slow enough to see what she wants to see in them, and slow enough so that when she suddenly moves forward, undergarment falling to the floor, it seems abrupt. She wants, and she needs, and getting it is going to come down to him. It's going to come down to him, and she sort of hates it, and she sort of craves it, and she's pressing herself all against him, hand carding into his hair the moment she's close enough. Lithe fingers tangle up there, and she gives a little tug, letting her mouth linger close, but not quite close enough to take. Not quite.

[queenjll]

Big thighs and brown eyes.

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rydersmercury.

“I’m in mourning does that not give me the right to act like a three-day-old pile of actual shit and don’t answer the question because I don’t really fucking care for the response,” he shrugged, the smirk returning to his lips as he pocketed his pack in exchange for a lighter. “This is a great first impression,” he added, lighting the end of his cigarette and offering to do the same for August. “You need better insults, hun. The world is plagued with enough idiocy so I don’t think mine even makes a ripple in the whirlpool.”

“Nope.” She answers, despite his direction to the contrary; Ryder should just be thankful she kept it short and sweet, a concept she’s sure he’s familiar with. Well, at the very least the former. “Fuck off.” The follow-up is definitely less so, and she’s preoccupied with her cigarette being lit, offering not a word in thanks. That would imply she cares, at least on some vastly insignificant level (she doesn’t). Time is taken for her to have a drag before she deems it appropriate to formulate yet another response, this one with a bit more bite to it. “The world being plagued with other peoples’ idiocy doesn’t give you the right to inflict your own upon us. Seriously, that mind-set is fucking stupid on at least, like, a dozen different levels. I’d explain them to you, but judging by the conversation thus far, you’re very likely too dense to understand.”

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