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𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝙧𝙖𝙞𝙣 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘩 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝙨𝙝𝙖𝙙𝙤𝙬 𝙙𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘢𝘴 𝘸𝘦 𝙡𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝘶𝘱 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘥𝘶𝘴𝘬

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dependent multi-muse blog affiliated with manhattantv, penned by amber.

featuring. ↳ atlas hawthorne. introduction. musings. visage. pinterest. playlist. ↳ miles harrington. introduction. musings. visage. pinterest. playlist.

#𝗼𝗽𝗲𝗻𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗍𝖾𝗋 ›› ft. lucas rinaldi location: base of corviglia, mid afternoon status: accepting replies

his plan had been to spend the entire day on the slopes, fully enjoying the last vacation before the new season kicked off, but despite the sun still high in the sky, feet dragged through the snow after the other. each step took him further away from the mountain. he removed his googles and adjusted his hold on his snowboard. ❝ i still say we had time for one more run. this is a vacation; what's the rush? ❞

" rush ? there is none. " truth be told, atlas was having a great time at the piste. that was until his knee started betraying him again, making something he was enjoying into something painful. still, he liked being able to put the goggles his secret santa didn't give him to use. " if you're really so insistent, we can head back. " disregarding the fact that it wasn't the best idea for his body right now, because he refused to show weaknesses. " i'm not trying to kill the mood. "

#𝗮𝘁𝗹𝗮𝘀 𝗵𝗮𝘄𝘁𝗵𝗼𝗿𝗻𝗲 / interactions.

#𝗕𝗔𝗗𝗥𝗨𝗧𝗧𝗦𝗣𝗔𝗟𝗔𝗖𝗘, valentina montero & open for replies

❝ i was thinking maybe the black truffle and champagne fondue ? ❞ surgeon turns snow bunny within the glittering alpine glamour, all thoughts of surgery far from mind as she considers the menu. ❝ and a bottle of ruinart blanc de blancs, unless you'd prefer the billecart-salmon brut rosé ? ❞

mid day, 𝗽𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗱𝗶𝘀𝗼 𝗺𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁𝗮𝗶𝗻 𝗰𝗹𝘂𝗯, 𝘴𝘵 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘻, 𝘴𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘻𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘥.

" if that tastes as fancy as it sounds, i'm so incredibly down. " despite never being one to order things that sounded too complicated, miles still had an open mind. how could he not be, as such an enjoyer of food ? " i think you've made clear that your preference is the ruinart blanc de blancs while i have none. besides, in case of a next round, we can switch it up. "

#𝗺𝗶𝗹𝗲𝘀 𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘁𝗼𝗻 / interactions.

with the slightest tilt of her head, brunette observes the small cafe and its ever-growing lineup of customers from a distance. "looks busy, but that's probably a good sign," she muses aloud. "might be worth queuing up now… or we could keep looking around, see if things calm down later?" igraine tacks on with with an almost pleading glance toward companion. she's indecisive, to say the least, but just delighted to be surrounded by fresh, powdery snow that has yet to turn gray.

open starter (0 / 5) location: out on the town, somewhere between late morning and noon

" let's stay in the queue and see how fast it moves ? " miles suggested, not a fan of queueing, but okay with it if it didn't leave them waiting for forever. " i don't think there are any guarantees that it will slow down, is all. everyone is going to want a warm drink with this cold and i can't blame them. " not to mention that the surroundings here were beautiful, with a view over one of the pistes where they could watch people do their tricks ... or fall. whichever one caught their eye at that moment. " besides, now i'm dying to know what the hype is all about. "

#𝗺𝗶𝗹𝗲𝘀 𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘁𝗼𝗻 / interactions.

𖥻 𝘀𝗰𝗲𝗻𝗲 𝘂𝗽𝗱𝗮𝘁𝗲. 𝗌𝗍. 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗓, 𝗌𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗓𝖾𝗋𝗅𝖺𝗇𝖽.

fingers toy with the zipper of royal blue ski jacket, familiar shade of royal blue - at his prime doing what he loved most. well - experienced at winter sports, english classist upbringing couldn't lack skiing in the alps, would've been a true crime. " this your first time hitting the slopes ? " asks the other while hands check if every body part is properly insulated against cold.

𖥻 𝗹𝗼𝗰𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻. 𝗇𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗄𝗂 𝗋𝗎𝗇.

" it is. what gave it away ? " miles realized that he looked terrified. most things he had heard in the past about the sport were that a nasty fall could easily put you in the hospital. one of the few places in switzerland he was definitely not excited to explore. he had himself bundled up in mostly black and dark green, liking how the dark clothes contrasted against the pale snow. " i'm excited to explore the piste, just less excited to break my neck. "

#𝗺𝗶𝗹𝗲𝘀 𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘁𝗼𝗻 / interactions.

❝ i try my best. ❞ humbleness didn't extend beyond the surface. words and actions performed in service of golden image, not without its cracks where rot had slipped through before being patched up. tonight, he was loyal to good behavior. hands clasped behind his back. ❝ less than either of our max bench press weight, ❞ he answered after a moment of thought. masked individual didn't look out of shape. ❝ the balance is a different beast. one wrong step and the entire tower wold probably crash. talk about a mess. ❞ and an embarrassment.

" who are you trying to impress, then ? " he asked, taking a look around to see if there was anyone paying attention to sebastian. most people here didn't act kind because they were it, they just did because they wanted others to think it. atlas had a hand at it himself sometimes. he took a sip from his glass as he listened to the other, taking his next words as a compliment. that probably meant that atlas looked like he was in shape, despite the fact he had let himself go a little after the surgeries that had failed to magically fix him. " can you imagine ? that's a lot of glasses ... and a lot of champagne. one slip, and a lot of people's thousand - dollar outfits would be toast. "

#𝗮𝘁𝗹𝗮𝘀 𝗵𝗮𝘄𝘁𝗵𝗼𝗿𝗻𝗲 / interactions.

notifying ... closed / @carpcdiem

location ... nye's party, new york public library, before midnight.

if jasper had it their way, they would already be at home with a good book. the fireworks could have been enjoyed from their small apartment down the way, shared with his sister and overcrowded with two people’s worth of stuff in a space that should have only really fit one. still, it was home, and it was better than the jeers and screams and drunken scuffles happening around them as though they were trapped in some sort of human zoo. for most of the night the musician had been safely tucked away, undisturbed, in one of the side rooms, where he had been flicking through old books and admiring the collection the expansive library had to offer. now he found himself staring at a figure that he recognized, the suit of which they had picked out and tried on together, giggling like young boys on the playground as they had emerged from their cubicles and showed off their selections for the night. “miles ? ” asked the man, slowly shifting off his mask enough for the other to catch a glimpse of his mousy features, “i wondered where you were.”

one of the things miles disliked the most about crowded places was how difficult it became to find certain people. even though they had picked out outfits together, they had arrived separately and now miles struggled finding them among the mass of people. he had sworn he could recognize jasper anywhere. but the mass of people in the same place had overwhelmed him once again. something far from ideal for someone who did so many live performances. now, instead of actively searching he decided to put his mind to work. when thinking about where jasper could be hiding, something quiet near books was the first to come to mind. after all, their first conversation had been about how much they liked to read books. when his eyes fell on a familiar looking figure in one of the side rooms he walked by, a smile was quick to creep onto his face. " jasper. " he answered. " i've been looking for you, too. " he said, taking in the other's presence. it seemed like he could never get enough from looking at them. " i knew you'd be looking at books somewhere. there's just ... so many of them. " just like people. everything in here seemed to overwhelm him, but something about jasper's presence was actually very calming. " i know i've seen you in this suit before, but i'll still take my chance to tell you that you look gorgeous. "

#𝗺𝗶𝗹𝗲𝘀 𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘁𝗼𝗻 / interactions.

“you can't tell me you aren't looking at everyone's outfits ? ” leyla scrunched her nose and shook her head. it was one of her favourite hobbies, sitting in the window of a café and watching all of the questionably - dressed citizens amble past who were none the wiser. it was fascinating, and it was free ... cheap means of entertaining herself were worth their weight in gold those days. “the blazer looks cute on you, but if you're trying to flirt with me just know i'm so far out of your league it's painful.” for a moment she stepped backwards and surveyed the other person's get - up. it was clean, classy, and on theme — what more could she ask for ? “i see confidence. i see an inflated ego, maybe. how close am i ? ” dark eyes returned to the floor. she extended a hand, gesturing to a pair of black sneakers moving throughout the guests. “look. whoever that is looks like they've just come straight from football practice.”

" clothes don't interest me that much. " he took a look around, eyes brushing over the people mass. everyone was showing off and he respected them for it, but the only ones really drawing his attention were the people who were breaking the dresscode. was that the point ? " ... can you imagine being ballsy enough to wear bright colours knowing you're being watched ? are people just trying to make a point ? " he wouldn't know what the point would be, but he respected it. " ouch. " was the only thing he could say when being told of. miles wasn't really trying to be flirty, he had already set his sights on someone, but that didn't stop his feelings from being hurt. " if my ego really was inflated you just deflated it. i like to think i'm not that bad to look at. " however he was a musician, not a model, looks didn't matter to him like they did to others. " the media sees me the same as you do. not sure what that says. maybe you're both right, maybe you're letting the media form your opinions. " he shrugged, several people were keen to make him seem horrible. he wasn't going to stop them. when she pointed out someone he moved his gaze. " at least they look comfortable and match the dress code. if one person is going at it on the dance floor tonight, it will probably be them. " but that was just miles judging based off of appearance.

#𝗺𝗶𝗹𝗲𝘀 𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘁𝗼𝗻 / interactions.

despite the mask — which was tipped upward to reveal his salt - and - pepper beard — søren was rather unmistakable in his appearance. an uneven gait, a strange intermingling of danish and swedish accents ; it was no surprise that atlas recognised him. there had been many a long shift where the doctor had noticed the young man in the waiting room. on a few occasions, søren himself had been the one to check atlas's knee and ensure there was nothing to be concerned about. this was quite the different situation, and yet it was a relief for him to allow his walls down. even if only for a moment. when he had chewed enough for his voice to be clear, he responded to his patient ; “my wife doesn't feed me. i need to get everything i can ! ” back in denmark, there wasn't much in ways of local cuisine beyond fancy fish and potatoes. “what do you think ? they're good, right ? ”

" wait ... if your wife doesn't feed you, why don't you feed yourself ? " atlas his inability to tell jokes apart from reality was really bad sometimes. it was nothing to be proud of, but it was very atlas regardless. unfortunately. atlas studied the other, the mask on his face wasn't enough for atlas to confuse him with someone else. the dane was a lot taller than most people he knew and atlas considered his accent to be unique. maybe it wasn't, but in his world it was. he chewed down the crostini, not opening his mouth until he swallowed it. " you know what. the texture of mushrooms is usually one of my arch nemises, but this isn't half bad. " atlas wasn't really a picky eater, but he was a bit close - minded. if he decided years ago that he didn't like something, he was going to keep saying it without ever trying again. unless someone suggested him to, he was easy to be persuaded. " is this the best one you've tried so far ? because i swear we can do better ! " a pause. " no offense ! "

#𝗮𝘁𝗹𝗮𝘀 𝗵𝗮𝘄𝘁𝗵𝗼𝗿𝗻𝗲 / interactions.

❝ santa ? ❞ ruby considers the possibility — drunken mind considering it. ❝ seems a lot to do for someone whose elves do all the work. ❞

" yeah ? maybe he's just trying to find more reasons to boss the elves around ? " his arguments felt strong enough to entertain them. " there ain't no rest for the wicked, you get me ? "

#𝗮𝘁𝗹𝗮𝘀 𝗵𝗮𝘄𝘁𝗵𝗼𝗿𝗻𝗲 / interactions.

#mood

TED LASSO PHIL DUNSTER as JAMIE TARTT → 2x02 Lavender

#𝗮𝘁𝗹𝗮𝘀 𝗵𝗮𝘄𝘁𝗵𝗼𝗿𝗻𝗲 / visage.

notifying ... semi - open / @envmored, @theydivine, @silkenstrategy, @sunriserecords, @carpcdiem, @dynast1es.

location ... nye's party, new york public library.

“my favourite part of this whole thing is the opportunity to judge everyone's outfits,” leyla told her new companion, leaning closer to them and dropping her voice so that it coasted beneath the sound of music. she had meticulously crafted her own ensemble — a vision in black and gold, dripping in fancy labels and even fancier materials — and she knew for certain that nobody would turn their noses up at her gorgeous, gilded ysl pumps. “you can tell a lot by a person's shoes. next time you see someone walk past, look down ... it's like a wearable tarot card.”

" don't say that, or i'll run, " he said. it was unfortunate how similarly dressed all the people in suits were as opposed to the women who all looked breath - taking in pretty dresses and high heels. however, he was annoyingly proud of the blazer he had found with all the pretty fireworks on it. it felt fitting. " i don't think i possess the same skills as you. all i see when looking at your shoes is that they're pretty and that they suit you. " he looked down at his own then, deep in thoughts. " what do mine say about me ? " he asked then, looking back up at her. " nothing bad, i hope ? " they weren't anything special he supposed, but they looked good with the clothes he was wearing. " also, please explain to me how you make your judgements. "

#𝗺𝗶𝗹𝗲𝘀 𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘁𝗼𝗻 / interactions.

notifying ... semi - open / @poetr1es, @theydivine, @sunriserecords, @carpcdiem, @dynast1es.

location ... nye's party, new york public library.

being on the wrong side of fifty meant that hangovers were harder and harder to deal with, especially without a pre - lined stomach. his wife would be thankful for the canapés that were making the rounds, but those serving them were less grateful of the doctor's prying hands. the watch on søren's wrist was more expensive than six months of rent for the average person, and yet he still could not turn down the offer of free food — filo pastry tarts, blini, vol - au - vents, fancy cheeses and fruits on sticks. as the other passed by, he extended an arm and waved them over ; he needed to resort to non-verbal signage with such a full mouth. a frantic wave of his extended finger, a point to the wild mushroom crostini he was halfway through devouring. a silent plea of 'you have to try this.'

as much as he loved mingling, it only took so much human interaction for him to eventually need a moment of silence. atlas loved talking to others, just ... more so in quiet places than loud ones. he had just grabbed himself a new drink when he was put to a halt by a familiar face. not a face he disliked seeing, but definitely a face he associated with things in his life that were anything but great. " søren, " he greeted, eyebrows raised in amusement. the familiar surgeon seemed to be loving the festive snacks. atlas had managed to keep himself decent so far, but he felt like breaking that streak soon. so, he snatched one of the crostinis from a tray, holding it up as some form of a weird .. food toast. " are they really that good or are you just very hungry ? " he moved closer to søren, someone he was actually excited to catch up with, before taking a bite.

#𝗮𝘁𝗹𝗮𝘀 𝗵𝗮𝘄𝘁𝗵𝗼𝗿𝗻𝗲 / interactions.

who: open where: new york public library when: new years eve masquerade

the sea of gold, silver and black swam before her ⸻ rosalie is not blind to the glaring oversight that was detailed on her invitation and yet, she refuses to feel small and she lifts her head with a glint of challenge in her eye; come and get me.

glitter falls on her shoulders as she floats through the crowd, schmoozing and cheek kissing as she went, the destination is the champagne tower and once she's acquired a champagne glass of the bubbly in hand, she makes her way to the balcony to get ready for the fireworks show.

she's not the only one who sought a balcony view and her lips curve into a smile. "excited to see the show?"

seeing how many of the people had stayed loyal to the dress code bored her. why was it that people were so scared to break some rule set by a host they didn't even know the identity of ? it didn't mean that people didn't look stunning, they definitely did, they just ... sort of all blended into each other. maybe some people would say it gave a sense of equality and community, but she just thought it was silly - it was the last day of the year and she wasn't going to close it off matching with a third here. she was holding a champagne flute in her hand when she got company, eyes widening at the pop of colour. someone bold enough, at least. " you look beautiful in red. " a compliment to show her respect. " and about the show, i suppose i'm mostly curious. excitement will come if it's as spectacular as promised. "

#𝗰𝗮𝗿𝗺𝗲𝗻 𝗿𝗶𝘃𝗲𝗿𝗮 / interactions.

#𝗜𝗦𝗜𝗧𝗡𝗘𝗪𝗬𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗦𝗬𝗘𝗧, ruby tung & open

❝ who do you think our mystery host really is ? ❞ femme faux whispers, rosiness on apples of her cheeks poking out from below her mask. ❝ we're not on camera - and i promise i won't tell anyone. ❞

11 pm, 𝗻𝗲𝘄 𝘆𝗼𝗿𝗸 𝗽𝘂𝗯𝗹𝗶𝗰 𝗹𝗶𝗯𝗿𝗮𝗿𝘆, 𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳'𝘴 𝘦𝘷𝘦.

" who's to say it isn't santa ? " he asked, figuring it was more fun to say some bullshit than just, 'i don't know'. " think about it. he just went back to being unemployed for like a year, maybe he's throwing events as a side hustle now ! "

#𝗮𝘁𝗹𝗮𝘀 𝗵𝗮𝘄𝘁𝗵𝗼𝗿𝗻𝗲 / interactions.

#𝗼𝗽𝗲𝗻𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗍𝖾𝗋 ›› ft. sebastian valmont location: new york public library, new year's eve, 11 pm status: accepting replies

hand paused an inch from champagne flute and the fingers of another reaching for the same glass. the last one standing; former tower deconstructed by guests. digits morphed from a seizing gesture to an open palm, motioning toward the drink. mask might obscure half of his face, but signature, gentleman's smile shown through. ❝ it's yours. i can wait until the tower is rebuilt. ❞

although he was more than ready to sacrifice the last glass to the man who had beat him to it, he didn't think twice to accept the offer sebastian beat him at making as well. " aren't you the gentleman ? " he teased, grabbing the glass and thanking the person walking around with the massive tray. " how much do you reckon they weigh when they're filled ? " he asked, a topic change because he felt just a little awkward about accepting it immediately. " and how do they maintain balance ? i think i'd fall over so fast ! " - his limp probably didn't help.

#𝗮𝘁𝗹𝗮𝘀 𝗵𝗮𝘄𝘁𝗵𝗼𝗿𝗻𝗲 / interactions.

&. open starter / ryan anderson @ nye masquerade ( 11:35 pm )

“ i have to say, ” she murmurs to the person standing beside her, as others jostle for prime position on the balconies, “ a colour theme is rather dull. it would be much more interesting if they had picked something like fireworks, or reinvention. or anything ambiguous, really, i just think colours doesn't give much room for creativity. ”

" isn't it just ? " carmen had dressed herself in emerald green and gold pretty much exclusively. the dress code bored her, so she broke it - not much caring for trouble as someone who already got into loads of it. " still, i think a colour dress code can't be too limiting. it all depends on how you shape and decorate. " which definitely counted for her as well. she just hated doing what she was told.

#𝗰𝗮𝗿𝗺𝗲𝗻 𝗿𝗶𝘃𝗲𝗿𝗮 / interactions.

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