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@aubaades
( # aubaades ) 𝐀𝐔𝐁𝐀𝐃𝐄 / 𝑑𝑒𝑓. a morning love song, or a song or poem about lovers separating at dawn. # written by min, 29, gmt, any pronouns.
# melis asani-adem , twenty8 , she / her , coessential. aslihan malbora. 1. google doc 2. pinterest 3. playlist # ludovica bianchi , thirty1 , she / her , vodka tonic. madelaine petsch. 1. google doc 2. pinterest 3. playlist
𝙑𝘼𝙉𝙄𝙏𝙔 𝙁𝘼𝙄𝙍'𝙎 𝙇𝙄𝙀 𝘿𝙀𝙏𝙀𝘾𝙏𝙊𝙍 vs melis asani-adem
“ let’s begin. what is your first name and what bar are we in ? ”
❛ melis, bar manhattan. ❜
“ great, thank you. and what is today’s date? ”
❛ march 24th. ❜
“ just one more: what is the name of the gossip column currently trending in manhattan? ”
❛ why is that relevant? ❜
“ please answer. ”
❛ i don't know? robin… red robin? ❜
“ good enough. let’s jump right into it. ”
𝙑𝘼𝙉𝙄𝙏𝙔 𝙁𝘼𝙄𝙍'𝙎 𝙇𝙄𝙀 𝘿𝙀𝙏𝙀𝘾𝙏𝙊𝙍 vs ludovica bianchi
“ let’s begin. what is your first name and what bar are we in ? ”
❛ i'm ludovica, but you can call me ludo, and today we're in the beautiful bar manhattan! ❜
“ great, thank you. and what is today’s date? ”
❛ it's… ❜ sentence trails off as she reaches for the newspaper on the table, sliding it towards her not-so-subtly. ❛ ah, march 24th! ❜
“ just one more: what is the name of the gossip column currently trending in manhattan? ”
❛ that would be robin hood. ❜
“ good enough. let’s jump right into it. ”
“ do you believe in the wim hof method ? “ fork full of sea bass waves in the air as he speaks , waiting for a reaction from his cousin . ” can't say i'm a fan , “ though he really shouldn't say he holds any sort of emotional claim on the topic . ” guys seems like a total phony . "
closed starter for ludovicabianchi @ the modern , lunchtime
❛ oh! em! gee, cal! i love a cold plunge though, don't you? have you ever done one? ❜ within seconds, ludo has her phone in front of her and she's tapping the screen with rhythmic clicks from her manicure. ❛ do you want to? ❜
𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘴 : closed starter for tba ! 𝘭𝘰𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 : outside a bar , party , etc . 𝘵𝘢𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘥 : @aubaades .
“ shit . ” lighter spins between his fingers , now weightless and completely pointless . shoulders slump with the small defeat . he’d been cutting back but now craving the ritual , he’s left empty . “ figures . you got one ? ” max asks , eyes flicking to his companion as he holds his useless lighter up in gesture .
the sensible thing would be for her to lie and say no – after all, smoking doesn't uphold the vic/ta brand – but the need to endear others to her wins out with almost no effort, and she procures a personalised and CLEARLY well-loved zippo from her pocket. ❛ two conditions: one, you don't tell a soul i gave this to you! and two… ❜ her eyes briefly flicker from side to side, as if she were looking for someone. ❛ could i please have one? ❜
closed starter for narisa narong ( @theydivine )
❛ risa… ❜ the fond nickname held some tired weight to it as melis stared at the bottle of wine on the counter, glancing back up to her friend then back down. ❛ you said this was going to be a quiet night. ❜ though, unlike when others tried to get her to drink on a weekday, her voice didn't hold the same staunch rejection it usually did – it was easier to let her hair down around her fellow olympian. she takes her phone from her pocket, pre-empting her approval. ❛ i'll have a glass, but we're ordering food. ❜
melis' apartment / evening.
closed starter for julia ko ( @reb1rthe )
❛ you get bored of all that self-aggrandising, too? ❜ melis asked, gaze plainly fixed on a point far on the horizon – she believed standing on this balcony was still infinitely better than listening to yet another speech. ❛ taking our phones was no issue, but to take our phones and then make us listen to a bland variety of shareholders just feels like a punishment. ❜
some sort of boring sports sponsors gala / night.
closed starter for arden lockwood ( @holograph1cs )
forever impressed by the artistic displays that arden would show to the world, it was no surprise that ludovica was here, showing up ( as she always did ) to her friend's latest installation. she approaches the other with her arms outstretched in both pride and companionship, shaking her head in awe. ❛ ardie! wow, you have truly outdone yourself. i could barely tear myself away to come and say hello. ❜
arden's latest installation / evening.
STATUS : closed for @aubaades .
" y'know most people call someone they actually like when they're having a bad day, " nix muttered after a beat, dragging a hand through their hair before finally glancing sideways at melis. an unimpressed lift of his brow, " but i guess we're not most people. "
❛ why would i call somebody i like? ❜ diluted venom rolls off her tongue, its target more than used to the sharp barbs they so often shared, as she swallowed back a gulp of a drink that was far too strong. ❛ after all, the saying is misery loves company, and you're the most miserable person i know. ❜
#𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗕𝗜𝗚𝗔𝗣𝗣𝗟𝗘, lexie bianchi & @aubaades
❝ maybe anonymity's not all it's cracked up to be. i mean, we would've had to wait for our drinks if we were just part of the crowd. ❞ the realization lasts but a second before she's giggling, alcohol fuelling her every word. ❝ actually - probably not, we're like really pretty. ❞
late night, some nightclub, 𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘺𝘰𝘳𝘬 𝘤𝘪𝘵𝘺
giggles flow easily with her beloved cousin, as she places an affectionate hand on the other's forearm with an enthused nod. ❛ soooooo pretty! ❜ she manages to eke out between smiles, her lowered alcohol tolerance becoming evident as the flush rose to her cheeks. ❛ did you see how many of them were queueing up just for the chance to buy you a drink? ❜ more effervescent laughter, and then a tinge of intoxicated nostalgia. ❛ oh, you're not my little baby anymore lexie! i can't believe it! ❜
#𝗼𝗽𝗲𝗻𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗍𝖾𝗋 ›› ft. yujin baek location: a cafe, restaurant, or store in the city, midday. status: accepting replies
call ended after final word was delivered, neither room nor time left for argument from the person on the other end. after phone was returned to her purse, yujin made her way back to where companion waited. ❝ where were we ? ❞ announced her return. apology deemed unnecessary, and the door to what had briefly called her away shut behind her; own matters were not for other ears.
❛ i was just asking for your opinion on this research one of my employees brought to me. it's something about increasing collagen absorption in skincare, but i don't think it sounds… you told me last time the molecules were too large, right? ❜ ludo held her breath, as she so often did around yujin, equal parts intimidated and enamoured by the powerhouse in front of her – after all, yujin was everything ludo wanted to be.
❝ you're going to have to trust me for that, ma chérie. ❞ utters, low and gravelly as hues wander her frame, failing to catch where her gaze dares fall. digits pressed to the small of her back flex in an effort to regain some control over himself, the french endearment flowing out with an ease he does not feel. to her, it might be nothing more than a jest — something to rile her up further, to see passions flow so heatedly upon the ice. to him, it's a cross to carry. he can't, won't, show her everything. everything that they are would crumble with just a single word, a single touch beyond the practiced more than enough to ruin even as bodies linger so close. and yet, ❝ can you do that ? ❞
composure needs to be gathered, heart needs to be slowed, but his request does little to push her in the direction of either of those things. ❛ trust you? ❜ she queries, a brief bolt of something akin to offence appearing on her face. ❛ canım, you never have to ask for my trust, you have it. it's yours. ❜ the answer is loaded, but she shifts slightly against him to not let it linger for too long. palms travel upwards to meet the sides of his face, cupping the features she had studied since they were children, before falling back to his chest. ❛ but i don't skate without passion. i don't step onto this ice with anything less than one-hundred percent. so if you can't find it… ❜ she pushes him away from her, firm enough to break the contact but not enough to knock him off balance, ❛ then maybe you should try a little harder. ❜
“ well let me check my schedule first , ” pointed finger in the air , “ i'm super busy , ” eye roll right back . not false . “ i could throw something , but not sure that would help my reputation right now — which shouldn't matter … ” slight pause , teeth nibbling on lower lip . how many rejections had she faced in the wake of her growing scandal ? homewrecker . nepo baby . bad chef . moving on ! “ hey , is matt still dating that one chick ? ” aka , not melis — which still didn't make sense to piper , but she wouldn't prod too much .
head tilts to the side ever so slightly, barely enough to notice, as piper mentions matthieu's latest… back stiffens an inch, and she decides to take another bite of food before responding. swallows, then: ❛ it's not something we talk about. ❜ which had been their norm, yet something had started digging at the base of her skull as of late. ❛ what did you think of our performance in milan? ❜ melis doesn't even stop to ask if piper had watched them, simply assumes that she did.
open starter featuring kamala srinivasan. location: movie premiere where kamala's song was featured. status: currently accepting replies.
after talking to the press about her song in the movie, kamala tired of saying the same thing over and over again. to be honest, she had no real personal connection to the song because just like all of her other songs, she didn't actually write it. don't let the fraudulent credit fool you, the songwriters that the labels hired for this asked for her input on one word and called that a credit. same old shit, as far as kamala was concerned. when she saw someone approach her, she let out a sigh of relief that they didn't have a microphone in their hand. if she had to do another tiktok dance or recreate another stupid trend, she was going to lose her mind. she understood why she was the person who everyone thought would love something like that but she hated it. " oh my god, it's good to see you ! " kamala wears the smile that has become almost automatic over the years. " what is this movie about again ? " even though there was no microphone or a camera shoved in her face, she still needed to perform.
❛ kamala! ❜ ludovica squealed, greeting the other with the same sort of jovial familiarity received by everyone she'd ever met. automatically she reached to wrap an arm around kamala's shoulders, quick hug given as a precursor to their conversation. ❛ um… ❜ was sang as she pulled back just enough for them to speak, eyes travelling upward as they lolled around in deep thought, ❛ i think it's one of those big coming of age movies adapted from some books. a three parter but this is only the second… ❜ she begins to laugh, nervous yet sparkling all at once, fingertips going to her lips as she leaned in ( though there wasn't exactly much space to begin with ). ❛ please tell me this sounds familiar, or i'm going to feel so silly. ❜
piper wastes no time shuffling through bottles , pulling out terre alte , concentration glued on her features as she pours . “ that's why i don't bother competing in the olympics , ” said with a shrug , as if there was a world in which piper could ever qualify for anything requiring athletic skill . smirk appears , “ unless … wait , do they have knife throwing as a sport ? not sure about my aim but i can make them pretty sharp . ” femme walks over , glass extended , “ well , a cheers to your victory . hopefully all of the boring shit stops expiditiously , ” gentle clink and a sip , she sits down . “ i've just been dealing with restaurant stuff . i kind of hate all of my coworkers , but this is sort of my comeback onto the scene , so i can't really be known as some monster in back of house . is the food okay ? ”
melis snickers, a rare sound that could only be pulled from her during times of comfort, as she lets her glass fall gently against piper's in a congratulatory cheers. ❛ perhaps next year we'll be celebrating your gold medal, hm? we'll lobby the olympic committee tomorrow. ❜ her first sip is quickly accompanied by an eyeroll, left hand flitting briefly in the air dismissively. ❛ can't you? plenty of men in the industry throw their toys out of the pram all the time. if it gets results… ❜ she lets her sentence trail off with a shrug. ❛ the food is gorgeous, piper. what was the inspiration? ❜
" just a simple yes would've sufficed. " natascha laughs quietly, chucking the shirt aside and begins to search for another. heiress shrugs, fingers brushing over various fabrics. " uh, no clue. i think i ordered it off net - a - porter some time ago. " her search finally comes to a halt when she finds cult gaia top. " one of my best friends is juliet sinclair— she'd have my head if i stepped out of here in such a faux pas. " natascha laughs, turning away to pull off her robe and slip on her shirt. " looks good with the jeans, right ? "
❛ a simple yes didn't quite grasp the gravitas of the situation. ❜ melis nods along with natascha's statement – she was right, robes certainly weren't going to be in the columns of the next vogue as must-have outerwear – and then her muted nod turned to a more enthusiastic one when she saw the shirt. ❛ oh, gorgeous. so much better. your head may live to see another day, yet. what else do you need to do before we leave? ❜
❝ show you ? ❞ her words are all it takes. he’s been distracted, but on the ice he’s always been able to compartmentalize — to become more than a man but a god. skating towards her as icarus to the sun he reaches hands out to draw her closer, raising her hand to press lips down in lingering kiss before he uses the momentum to draw her flush against him. she's close enough that he can feel her breath, his gaze dark as he looks down to her. ❝ that's a start. ❞
she has become so accustomed to this closeness, this intimacy, that the sudden thought of it disappearing starves her like nothing else. without a word, and with her steeled gaze meeting his, melis moves slowly to grab one of his hands, fingers splayed over matty's as she pressed the familiar digits into the small of her back. ❛ here. ❜ she says, voice low, using the newfound physical connection to somehow pin their bodies even closer together. even in their world, melis allows a moment to sit there, a moment where her typically focused glare fall ever so slightly toward his lips, a moment that saw their blurred lines become near impossible to distinguish. ❛ that's a start isn't good enough. i want you to show me everything it was missing. we aren't leaving this rink until we find it. ❜ she isn't sure if that's a threat or a promise.
