the socialite

Staying quiet doesn’t mean I’ve nothing to say. It means I don’t think you’re ready to hear my thoughts. Basil Dumont | Junior | VP of ΩΧΔ Civil Engineering + Mathematics

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cassieslockedhart:

“Obviously,” Cass admitted without shame or embarrassment, after all, she was never one to lie. Yes, she was capable of it and doing so successfully despite on screen retirement she was still an actress. It was in her blood and came naturally. Lying, however, just seemed stupid in the long run. The tip of her short acrylic nail tracing down the middle of his abs her seemingly lustful gaze following before making eye contact with him and adding, “but, I have seen better, so you might wanna work on that.” Of course, it was an unnecessary addition stated just to goad him just a bit, but it didn’t make it untrue and with that, she stopped touching him altogether. “You’re not wrong it would look pretty bad on your part if something happened so, by all means, be Mr. Helpful. I’m sure they appreciate your services.” Calista noted sincerely though a part of her was sure there were still superficial reasons behind it.

“I’m sure you care for all the Omega Chi’s, I didn’t mean to imply you didn’t it’s just my bias opinion on a moronic few that make me skeptical of anyone really giving a shit because of their behavior and arrogance and I have a very vivid memory of one of them, I will not name, names, hitting on me and at one point asking if he could “taste that hot chocolate” his exact words by the way, and when I didn’t react in quite the way he wanted telling me I should be grateful for the attention so yeah taints the appeal of at least that Omega for me which is I’m sure understandable.” She explained casually not wanting him to think that was a reflection on what she thought of him. it wasn’t. Despite the fact that he irritated her and was more pretentious than she was willing to deal with a lot of the time there was a point in time where she adored him and a part of her no matter how repressed she kept it still did adore him. 

Calista was unable to stop another roll of her eyes as he teased her confidence. Honestly, she’d rank herself higher than she already had if it wouldn’t have been telling about how he ranked with her. Instead of admitting to that she wrapped her arms around him pulling him closer to her. “Are you saying I’m not amazing enough to be a priority? cause that seems blasphemous.” She pouted doing her best to tug at his heart strings.

The moment Basil realized he had to leave modeling was when he had to will himself into giving his “model smile”, the gimmick he constructed to have the cameras eating out of hands, into fooling his siblings. He was going to be real, he had told himself after his final press conference as the face of the Dumont fashion face. Yet, there were moments like now that reminded Basil he hasn’t kept good to his promise to himself. “You can’t fault me there. It’s hard to stay in shape at the CRU, when the majority of the food served is processed and reeks of pesticides. How is anyone supposed to have an appetite?,” Basil joked, giving a theatrical sigh, “When you have the best, you can’t  settle for anything less.” Smooth, Basil, smooth.

“No batch is ever perfect,” Basil acknowledged, shaking his head at her explanation embarrassed of the Omega she addressed in her explanation. Losing his smirk, he adopted a sincerely apologetic tone, “I don’t know when it happened or who said it, but I’m sorry you had to deal with him.” She deserved better, he wanted to add, but it was pointless to state the obvious. The Omega Chi fraternity came from the same walk of life he did, a fact that he truly did appreciate and cherish each day, but some of them were real pieces of work and he couldn’t stand to let the same cycle continue. He would be tightening his already iron clad grip on the pledges now.

Refusing to give the pleasure of victory, he willed his face to a contemplative expression as he proceeded to pretend to think about his priorities. “Well, I’m a busy man, Calista. Besides, my skincare routine and exercise regime, I have events to attend, people to dazzle, and cameras to grace. Not much time for the little people,” he gave her an apologetic smile as if he was talking to a reporter, “But I suppose-much to my misfortune-I’ve grown accustomed to your face.”

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And sometimes I have kept my feelings to myself, because I could find no language to describe them in.

Jane Austen, Sense and Sensibility (via thequotejournals)

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karma-clayton:

“Well, you should go ahead and get in, then.” She said as she looked from him and back towards the water. Karma had already been the water so she knew how good it felt. “The water feels really good." 

“Excellent, I will dive in after today’s bonding activity is done. If only, today’s bonding session was canoeing or going out on the lake,” Basil covered his mouth before he let out a yawn. Despite the needed exercise, waking up early to go on a run was a bad idea on his part. 

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mercedescochran:

“I’m supposed to be doing head count, and other boring VP crap, but…” Mercedes took in the lake through her Valentino cat-eye shades, how it shimmered on the surface like a kaleidoscope under the glare of the sun. Inviting indeed. “I might be persuaded to join. It’s pretty humid, I won’t lie. Not a far cry from L.A. right now.”

“Even VPs need to take a break. Actually, we deserve one after that meltdown last night,” Basil countered, still annoyed that the argument caused his moisturizing routine to be pushed back. He looked out at the lake, taking in the blueness of the water and the serenity it invoked. “Lake Erie’s nowhere as good as the Mediterranean beaches, but when in Rome, right?”

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mildred-reed:

“Do a nosedive head first, hopefully aiming for some sharp rocks under there.”

“Only if you join me, hag.”

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gabrielkirn:

Gabriel crossed his arms turning to look at the taller male. “Why would anyone make fake nudes of you?” He looked him up and down, before it clicked. “Oh yeah. You’re like famous or something.” Suddenly, it made sense. “Who said I was from North Carolina?” He asked, removing his shirt and falling Basil. 

“That’s one way of putting it,” Basil replied nonchalantly, not bothering to push the issue further with Gabriel. His net worth alone spoke for him. “Wasn’t that what you told us at the beginning of the semester?” he asked. It didn’t really matter to Basil, all of the freshmen looked the same to him.

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cassieslockedhart:

It wasn’t until he called her a witch that Calista looked up, removed her shades and shot him an annoyed glare. “Asshole.” She shot back in Italian.  “Oh, so you’re Mr.Helpful now?” The tone of her words was mocking as she brushed his hands away from the buttons of his shirt and undid the rest of them herself. For a moment her eyes roamed across his abs unable to stop herself from doing so. Regardless of how much he irritated her, Basil was still hot. “The guy whose most treasured position is his moisturizer is suddenly concerned with the health of everyone else? Does that sound right to you, cause last time I checked the only people you seem to care about are yourself, cause you’re you.” An undeniable fact she sealed with a pointed look. “Most of your brothers; I can’t in good conscience say all of them cause I think a few of them are morons and it is impossible to fathom anyone caring for them, anyway, you also occasionally care about me cause I’m beautiful and awesome so how could you not? Anyone outside of that list I can’t see being a priority even if they are whining idiots so I gotta call bullshit.”

“Like what you see?” he asked, challenge and flirtation rolled into a single smirk. The lilt in his voice flickered between playful and suggestive. Confidence came natural to Basil, which was only benefitting for someone who learned very early how to wield his smile like an arrow to one’s heart. “It comes with the VP title, Calista. Do you know how bad it would look if the Omega Chi vice president allowed the pledges to drown on the Greek Retreat?” Basil countered, taking full advantage of her fondness for Italian. Her words stung more than he liked to admit, he almost wanted to correct her because she was wrong. Here they were, on their junior year of college, still circling around each other. She would always be a what if in his head.

  “The Omega Chis are my brothers after all. Why wouldn’t I have their backs?” Basil questioned her.  After his siblings, the Omega Chi house was family for him. Basil owed the fraternity for giving him an opportunity to experience normality and for welcoming him with open arms his first year away from the runaway. It was clear to any member of Greek Row that Basil took his position as Vice President seriously, making sure that image of Omega Chi isn’t stained with careless drunken fights or ensuring pledge incidents remain under wraps. However, the pledges have not earned the privilege of being Omega Chi brothers and he had no reason to show them any sympathy. “Careful now, you’re awfully confident about your ranking on my list of priorities.” 

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kennedy-jackson:

“God, the lake does sound like heaven right now,” Kenny said dramatically, hands on her hips and squinting at him through her sunglasses. “Fanning yourself won’t help with the heat, by the way. It only makes it worse.” It was a fact she had read online, which might not have been the most reliable source, but she wanted to spare the suffering of many in this heat if she could. “Ugh, I think I’m gonna melt, dude.”

With his Armani sunglasses on, his eyes weren’t visible, but he kept his face angled directly at the Tri Pi. “Alright then, let’s get everyone together and go out on the lake,” Basil stopped fanning himself with his shirt once he heard her recommendation. “There should be some boats around here too for the non-swimmers.”

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spencerhayesx:

“This isn’t my brainchild,” he reminded, arching a brow at his companion. “Ladies first, I say.”

“Such a gentleman,” Basil replied drily, smirking before he took off his shirt. He quickly folded it and placed it on a nearby log.

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sweetmamamia:

Her nose crinkled at his sentiment. “Well that stung,” she muttered. “Is that it? That’s all you got? ‘There’s no shame in quitting’? I mean, I wasn’t expecting much of a pep talk but some effort would’ve been nice. –––– Well I can’t just order something online, Basil. That would just defeat the whole purpose of crafting. I’ll just… I don’t know… start over, I guess. –––– What are you doing in the arts and crafts cabin anyway?”

“Honestly is the best policy,” Basil shrugged his shoulders, not bothering to apologize for this comment, “I’m finishing up my gift for my little sister, she loves this kind of stuff.” Last night, he had started working on his gift but had to stop when one of the pledges had way too much to drink at the bonfire. “I’m turning this old Hermes scarf into a camera strap for her camera. She needs something more vibrant when she goes to Venice this summer.”

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daveybritt:

      “Lucky, I couldn’t even tell.” Davey frowned, fingers scrunching at her own hairs ends to create a lift that would bounce into a kinky curl and leave with frizz. His no doubt left an air of a casual carefree orb, fitting for a magazine. Even a more susceptible person to humidity, the couple months of the mild kind in Ohio and she was left unprepared. “Let’s go.” 

"Solid, I was about to start sweating,” he quickly unbuttoned his shirt and made a dash into the lake, welcoming the cool water. It wasn’t June yet and the water was probably in the 60 degrees which was too cold for some people apparently.“You coming? Or are you going to chicken out like  Gamma Grandmas?”

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lamsigsterling:

“Cool,” Charlie nodded. “Well, I have mine if that’s a thing you need later. Fair skin and all although I’m pretty much the whitest guy here-” Charlie said with a shrug. He tugged away his shirt so he could actually spray. A dip did sound kind of nice. On the one hand, it would’ve been great to have an all guy retreat. There could have been skinny dipping. On the other hand, him skinny dipping with a whole bunch of frat guys could have had -unintended- results. So perhaps it was more or less for the best. 

He knew his family wasn’t the most well off. In fact, he wasn’t even well off as far as young gay men went. His swim trunks were from an outlet mall so they weren’t the newest season but still they were fancy enough and gave off that Hawiian “no bothers” vibe you always saw in Corona commercials. He longed for the days of wealth and confidence in order to order those Aussie Bum shorts he liked. They had a killer graphic design department. He was already looking at internships once he had his degree. 

He was also used, as an athlete, to seeing other guys’ chest. He could note they were nice and then move on without even a flicker across his face. That way nobody had any gay panic and he could enjoy his time doing whatever he was doing. Since he didn’t know Basil too well, this was all for the best.

“Oh, that’s great-” Charlie nodded, suitably impressed but not *that* impressed. Not that he showed. He internalized a lot of it but he knew enough to know that he had to be like -yeah sure normal- and not completely cowed. Or he’d never get anything accomplished. If he was going to be a world class artist, this was the face he’d have to show the world. “-they’re working well. Nice package design too. Love a good graphics guy-” he noted with a nod towards the bottle. “When were you in Milan? What year I mean? Any good designers?”

When he sprayed himself, he was able to spray it away from any bag in the area. It was a skill he’d acquired while doing sports and it wasn’t unique, but he was pretty good at it. “Okay, stupid question. How cold is this lake gonna be? Still probably gonna jump in, but always good to know-” he said, making all of his pockets were empty and the contents in his backpack. 

Even now with his retired modeling career, fashion would always be an important part of his life.  He still represented the Dumont fashion house, and he refused to let his father’s legacy be tarnished.  With his eyes hidden behind his sunglasses, Basil paused, slightly amused by Charlie’s analysis of the visuals of the lavender sunscreen bottle, “I’ve been going to Milan my entire life. It’s a Dumont family tradition to attend every Fashion Week. Last year, Boglioli, Missoni, and Prada were impressive as always, but, Armani was the crown jewel of the show. His collection was a complete game changer, he revised traditional menswear but kept his clothes rich with history and heritage.” He was loyal to the Dumont brand, but Armani was his favorite designer for a reason.

“It’s a lake. Have you ever swam in natural water before?” he asked drily, running a hand through his curls. It came off a little harsh, but Basil bared him no ill intent. The Lambdas weren’t exactly known for their intelligence after all. “Also, the sun likely warmed the lake up, so you’ll be fine,” Basil added, taking off his Armani sunglasses, “Just watch up for the fishes.”

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gabrielkirn:

“Go for it.” He spoke as he approached the other male. “Everyone wants to see that.” He walked passed the older male to get a better look at the lake. “It’s not that bad is it?” It was that bad. Gabriel didn’t like it the humidity but he had other ways to keep himself cool. 

“I’m aware,” Basil rolled his eyes out of habit at his fellow Omega Chi brother before he peeled off his shirt, “I have seen the photoshopped nudes people done of me.” None of which came even close to perfection, but it did amuse him when filing cyberstalking charges against perpetrators. “Maybe, you’re just used to it because you’re from North Carolina. Three years in and I’m still not used to the inconsistent weather here in Ohio.”

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mitchstjames:

“I… do you even know what that lake is? Do companies dump in their or something or is it one of those clean ones?” Mitch said with a rose eyebrow. He had an aversion to swimming outside of pools in general. He barely got off the shore at beaches.

“Relax, this beach is clean. I talked to one of the staff and this is the cleanest the lake has been in five years,” Basil raised an eyebrow at the Lambda, slightly surprised by his hesitation. 

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zaayefuentes:

“I feel you. It’s kinda fucked up when people under the age of sixteen don’t know how to do basic shit like get rid of a stain. Like if you can’t do something as simple as that what can you do, ya know?” Zay was aware not everyone was raised the way that he was and some people never had the opportunity to be self-sufficient cause they were too privileged to be bothered but having to deal with uppity people, in general, was not his strong suit. “Maybe they don’t believe anything here is relevant enough on anyone’s radar that it needs to preserved.” 

“Especially now that you’re in college,” Basil added to Zay’s point. Granted, he did come from a privileged background like the other Omega Chi’s and Zeta Beta’s, but he was never one to have faith in the competency of the others.  Basil had a specific way to handle matters such as laundry or cleaning and he refused to deviate from it, which meant having to be independent in order to avoid conflict in his household. “Maybe, but if I were a local, I would write to my representative. Then again, there’s also a huge issue of not having a stable large-scale forest management in Ohio, so who knows?” Basil noted, remembering the news article he read last month.

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lexa-goldman:

“It’s disgusting. I can’t wait to move out to LA. Dry heat is so much better for the hair. And the sanity. I mean, I’m fucking miserable,” Lexa said with an overdramatic sigh, lifting a hand and lazily fanning herself with it as she moved her hair over her shoulder. “I guess I’m in.” 

"LA’s fun, but NYC is where I belong. I need all four seasons,” he nodded at her, still wondering how to talk to her. His brother wanted him to play nice and Basil could overlook the fact that she was the embodiment of PPP, but he still needed some time to process everything. “So did you hear about the wedding colors? I advised them against pastels.”

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cassieslockedhart:

From beneath tint of her sunglasses, Calista affectionately rolled her eyes knowing full well the only reason he was willing to get in that water but choosing to be nice for once and not tease him about it. “Was that an invitation to join you or were you just announcing your plans? Either way, I’ll pass,” She explained eyes drifting down to the phone in her hand for just a moment and without even bothering a glance in his direction couldn’t help but add, “Also I can practically feel you patting yourself on the back for checking the pH balance. Please stop looking so proud of yourself for maintaining the illusion of spontaneity it doesn’t work on me.” So much for not teasing him. 

Given their history, he expected a teasing comment from her. “By all means, you’re welcome to stay here and suffer under this humidity” he replied in Italian, running a hand through his curls, “Then again, I suppose it’s for the best. Water causes witches to melt, no?” Similar to a peacock showing off its feather, he had started to unabashedly unbutton his blue button down shirt to relieve some of his discomfort,  “No harm in being safe, Calista. I’m just looking out for everyone. There’s a reason you’re not supposed to go swimming in a natural body of water after it rains after all.” It was a total lie, since his reputation was obviously more important than 99% of the people here, but no harm in lying. It came with fame. “I wouldn’t want to hear about pledges crying about their breakouts or dry skin.”