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𝒋𝒖𝒅𝒆𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐟𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐝 . . . twenty5, coastal regular, footballer.
𝒕𝒐𝒏𝒊𝒐𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢 . . . forty8, local, charter captain.
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bettercoast is a private multi - muse blog affiliated with capritown. please DNI if you're not a part of it ! penned by kloudy.
𝒋𝒖𝒅𝒆𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐟𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐝 . . . twenty5, coastal regular, footballer.
𝒕𝒐𝒏𝒊𝒐𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢 . . . forty8, local, charter captain.
searching searching, our beloved [ marcantonio moretti, josh hartnett fc ] is looking for their wanted connection.
─── ⚓ * 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝 , 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑒𝑟 @coastvls. 𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 , 𝑝𝑜𝑟𝑡𝑜 𝑣𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑢𝑡𝑜.
ronnie had behaved for maybe five minutes, which was about as much as tonio expected when the dog came with him down to the harbor. one moment the jack russell mix was nosing around by his legs, and the next, his attention had fixed on a little keychain hanging from a young woman’s bag. “ ronnie, ” he warned, already stepping after him when the dog trotted toward her with too much interest. he caught up before ronnie could get close enough to make a proper nuisance of himself, one hand finding the dog’s collar with an apologetic glance. “ so sorry about him. he sees something expensive and assumes it’s for him. which is not a habit i taught him, despite what people around here will tell you. ” only then did his amusement ease into something more sincere. “ you’re alright, no? ”
𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾𝖽𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗲𝗿, 𝗱𝗲𝗹𝗶𝘃𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗱𝗍𝗈 : @bettercoast , jude stafford. ⤷ 𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 : sabbia de spiaggia.
the little harbor bar is alive with conversation, glasses clinking beneath strings of warm lights as the evening crowd spills onto the cobblestone streets of capri. alana steps inside looking for a quiet drink, absently brushing a loose strand of hair behind her ear before lifting her head—and stopping dead in her tracks. for a moment, the noise around her seems to disappear, her eyes fixed on him as months of unanswered questions crash into the same heartbeat, leaving her unsure whether to turn around or pretend none of it ever happened. instead, she lets out a quiet, almost disbelieving laugh, shaking her head once. “ of all the bars in the world … ” she murmurs, her voice softer than she intends. “ it just had to be this one, didn’t it ? ”
capri is small enough that jude has spent too many evenings pretending he wasn’t taking the longer way past places she used to like, hoping for the mercy of a glimpse and dreading what he’d do with it if he got one. and now she's standing before him, close enough for him to see the disbelief on her face, and there's barely any space for him to make a clean escape without looking exactly as guilty as he feels. his hand stays around his glass, growing damp beneath his palm, while the noise of the room carries on around them and his stomach drops with it. “ hi, alana. ” it is perhaps a terrible offering, too small for what he owes her, but still all he manages at first. his eyes flicker over her face before he looks down, the smallest breath leaving him like he knows better than to try charming his way through this. “ stay for one? or am i pushing it? ”
─── ⚽ * 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧 , 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑒𝑟. 𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 , 𝑙𝑖𝑑𝑜 𝑏𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑡𝑡𝑒.
“ race to the other side? ” an almost boyish grin stretched across his face, with his arms resting against the edge of the club’s pristine pool and his legs moving lazily beneath the water. “ if i win, you get me a drink. if you win, you get to drink with me. ” his smile widened before he pushed back to give them a fair start.
─── ⚓ * 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧 , 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑒𝑟. 𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 , 𝑚𝑒𝑟𝑐𝑎𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑜𝑙𝑒𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑒.
“ so i have an idea, ” tonio began, slowing beside them as the street market carried on around them. “ you know how those book club people have that little table? leave a book, take a book, kind of thing. ” his gaze moved over the crates of tomatoes, lemons and greens, the thought clearly starting to amuse him. “ maybe we could do something like that around the neighborhood. could be nice, no? ”
tonio: [ MARS ] when your muse gets angry, how does it show ? do they know how to control it, or do they let it consume them ?
the only time you’ll find him nonverbal, or as close as tonio gets to it, is when he’s properly pissed off which, to be fair, is rare. he’s hard to genuinely piss off because unfortunately, he does think most of life is a joke and he’s usually the first one laughing at it. actual anger usually comes from somewhere more serious like concern or betrayal. it was much worse when he was younger, more immediate and much harder to miss, but he’s definitely better with it now. mostly because age humbled him and his therapist joyce did what several bad decisions couldn’t, so everyone say THANK YOU JOYCE.
tonio: [ 🎱 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat kind of future do they crave, and who’s in it ?
he doesn’t really do the whole five-year plan thing because, respectfully, five years from now is none of his business yet. right now, he might want his own little charter. tomorrow, maybe a bar. next week, he’s opening a shelter because he saw one sad dog and decided this was his calling, so please everyone intervene financially. as for who's in it, his friends who have already survived several seasons of his bullshit, and of course pepper and ronnie, who need to live forever actually. maybe he should get more animals. maybe that’s the shelter beginning. see? this is exactly why no one should ask him about the future.
jude: 🛏️ : how do they sleep when things are bad?
like the dead. when things get bad he becomes, for lack of a nicer diagnosis, unavailable. just clocks out, puts himself on airplane mode and blacks out for ten hours. he sleeps through everything, probably in one position the whole time like he's count dracula and ends up waking up groggy and annoyed, like it fixed absolutely nothing except making him less likely to bite someone’s head off before breakfast.
jude: playground equipment — what's a childhood memory, whether it's liked or not, that stands out to your muse? why does it stand out among the rest?
probably the first time he got praised for lying, if that counts as childhood which he didn’t remember much of without football attached to it. jude was ten or eleven when he went over on his ankle near the touchline, and before he could even answer the coach, his father was already saying he didn’t need to come off. jude hadn’t even worked out if he could properly stand on it yet, but he stayed on limping, because apparently that's what discipline looked like when you were young and still believed adults knew what they were doing. everyone kept telling him how brave he was after, how much heart he had, how well he’d handled himself. and jude being jude, mostly remembers thinking that was a strange reward for not telling the truth.
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🐬 ⋆。˚ what’s the word around jude stafford in capri these days ? don’t look at me like that, you know them — they go by jude, you know, the twenty - five year old coastal regular. you can probably spot them at faro bianco, having their stracciatella gelato and taking a break from being a professional footballer, where people describe them as hesitant and prickly, but others swear they’re disciplined and unassuming if you catch them at the right moment. they fit somewhere between football boots left untouched beside linen trousers, an agent’s missed calls lighting up on a phone screen, sea salt in his hair from swimming and the strange freedom of being somewhere his family name cannot open every door first, though most people associate them with being the rising star everyone keeps expecting to become inevitable.