can you feel my heart?

Just a would've been, could've been, should've been, never was, and never ever will be. Carter Lowell. 30. Bar owner.

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Amelia was sitting on a bench in the square of San Polo as she debated what to do next. She had to admit it was a beautiful place but she couldn’t afford nothing in San Marco, it was crazy expensive for her budget. She had finished her daily training back home and was now free until nine at night for her shift at Mekka’s nightclub. “What to do? What to do?” she asked herself making weird faces as if it would give her the answer she was looking for. Her brainstorming was unfortunately cut short when she noticed someone was watching, probably thinking she was crazy. She let out a nervous laugh “Um, it helps with your brain muscles. Totally wasn’t making a fool of myself. All scientific facts.” Amelia said with fake confidence hoping they wouldn’t bust her out for her lie.

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“Right, of course,” Carter replied, not caring too much one way or another to refute her claim, “Well I didn’t mean to interrupt your... brain muscles. You were just staring, so I thought maybe you were lost or something.”

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Corona stepped out of the bakery wearing tracksuit bottoms and a crop top, her hair up in a messy bun, flip flops, and every single sign pointed at a hungover woman who was out of bed far too early. She had a Skype call with her agent at nine am, so this was the next reasonable place to go to, right? A dozen butter croissants in a bag in her hand, and she picked one out, taking a large bite and smiling into it, a long moan coming out “What?! They’re good croissants! Want one?” She askde the person who had given her a weird look.

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Normally, Carter didn’t go out of his way to talk to strangers, especially not before noon, but considering she had approached him first he figured he’d entertain her with a response. “Well, if those croissants are truly orgasm worthy, then I might as well try one,” he said, going out of his comfort zone to accept the offer.

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theaodonoghue:

“Campari,” Thea said to herself with a soft nodded of her head. “I like it, but what herbs are in it?” She was curious to find out.

Carter thought for a moment then shook his head. “Hell if I know. There’s like fifty different herbs they use. Fruit too, I know there’s orange and I think one other.. something unusual.”

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professor-atkinson:

“Isn’t being fun what we Brits are known for?” he joked, eyes barely twinkling, hardly offended by the comment. “Thanks.” Looking around, he then questioned, “Are you from Italy?”

“Never really heard a stereotype about your quality of life one way or the other,” he replied, leaving it ambiguous as to whether he didn’t pick up on the joke or if he just chose to ignore it. “I’ve been here most of my adult life, but no, I’m not from Italy.”

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professor-atkinson:

“I’m not much of a drinker, really,” he admitted with a slight shrug, “so maybe that’s also why I’m not a fan. But I’m also more accustomed to tea,” he laughed slightly. “In that case, I’ll just take an Old Fashioned,” he requested, figuring one drink wouldn’t do him any harm. 

“Tea. Aren’t you fun,” he remarked, the quickest eyebrow raise before he decided against insulting the other for really no specific reason. “Old Fashioned it is,” he repeated back to him before turning around to fix the drink.

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cfmia:

“Everyone is worth fighting if they’re making that much damn noise,” she grumbled, this time not loud enough for the obnoxious bar-goers to hear. “You should kick ‘em out,” she suggested, knowing he wouldn’t. And with good reason, considering they were buying a lot of drinks. 

“If you want to fight them, go ahead, but if you end up making a bigger scene than them I might have to kick you out instead,” he said, a smug look on his face. It was likely that Mia picked up on his odd way of joking, since even though he’d just recently met her, he’d taken a liking to her. (Her obnoxious boyfriend, however, not as much.)

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“Jeez-us, do you have to talk so loud? It’s too early for this shit,” Mia complained, a hand coming up to rub one of her temples. “Venice is supposed to be a relaxing city.”

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“It’s not worth fighting it, Mia,” he said, even though he was equally as bothered by the noise, he knew they wouldn’t suddenly be considerate just because someone asked them to.

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“Okay, you got me,” Thea stated with a soft chuckle as she set the empty shot glass down on the table. “ -That wasn’t half bad. What did you call it again?”

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“It’s called campari,” the seasoned bartender, and bar owner, explained, “It can be a bit of an acquired taste, but I’ve personally always liked the herbal notes.”

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dermilas:

SNAPCHAT from dermilas

Derrick: Well I don’t read the tags  and I like tight shirts mate I dunno what to tell ya

Carter: Sounds like you need to learn to be more observant. And wear less tight shirts.

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professor-atkinson:

“Ah. Is it a common drink around here?” he asked curiously. He was not very knowledgeable about coffee compared to the Italians, and especially considering he came from a country known for its tea. “If you have anything a little lighter, I’ll take that, please.”

“Extremely,” he confirmed, “Bitter liquor and strong coffee, two favourites of this place.” He shook his head, “This is the only type of coffee I have, considering this is primarily a bar, not a coffee shop.”

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“Er, yeah, this tastes.. interesting,” the Englishman spoke, forcing a polite smile, but as courteous and well mannered as the marquess could be, he finally coughed and shook his head. “Alright, I’ll be honest, it’s pretty bad. Maybe it’s just an acquired taste.” He laughed softly, handing the cup back to the other. “What did you say that was again?”

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“It’s called caffè corretto,” he informed him, unfazed by his negative response, most people who weren’t locals had a similar one, “It’s pretty bitter.”

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harlow-rowe:

“Good gracious, you’ve hit a new low.” Harlow joked, laughing at that, glad that Carter was cracking jokes – as much as he did anyway. Upon hearing his small explanation, the blonde nodded her head. She could definitely understand the feeling, in a way, she felt the same way about Venice. It was the one place where she’d finally found some peace and freedom. “I honestly understand that. And it doesn’t hurt that Venice is such a beautiful place either.”

“It’s okay, been expecting it for a while. Growing up I always did every single thing older people told me I’d regret,” the comment really wasn’t that much of an exaggeration, even if it was phrased that way. He’d always gained a rebellious satisfaction from doing the exact opposite of any advice he was ever given. “Venice is nice. I could do without the tourists, but it helps business.”

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victoriaxaman:

‘’You could roam the world for the rest of your life and you’ll never find someone who’ll get your work as precisely as I do. Only I get you, baby’’ she replied matter-of-factly, glad she this was all a joke. She couldn’t even begin to imagine losing Carter as a friend and a client, some of her best pieces were after all, scattered all across his body. 

“Whatever you say, Vicky,” he said, shaking his head, the hint of a smirk on his lips. “What are we drinking to today?” he asked, filling her glass again, assuming, based on previous experience, she wasn’t done yet.

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dermilas:

“True, that would make it worthwhile. Besides, how many of those couples actually stay together? Or are actually happy together?” Derrick scoffed. It was a bit funny that he was so cynical about love, considering his parents were very happily married until his father had disappeared (by force, which was what Derrick decided), but he had just never found it himself. He didn’t entirely objectify women, but he certainly didn’t bother getting to know them deeply as people. “Of course I listen to music, who the hell doesn’t listen to music?” he scoffed. “I just don’t care all that much about it, I listen to whatever. Oh, I really like The Libertines, though. I don’t know who the Chainsmokers are,” he said with a shrug, “but is that a compliment or an insult?” He raised an eyebrow, replying, “Well, yeah, but the music has something to actually go along with. If you’re just listening to an instrumental by itself, it sounds kinda boring to me.” Brown hues flickering over the tattoos that adorned the man’s face, he cocked his head. “So what do they mean?”

“Depends what your definition of happy is, but they’re definitely not always as peachy keen as they pretend like they are,” he grumbled. He had never had love really demonstrated to him before, no married parents to set an example, no girlfriend that ever stuck around long enough to make his heart open to that unknown feeling. All he’d ever seen were newlywed couples who spent more time planning their venice honeymoon than getting to know each other. Love seemed like a waste of money to him. “If you’ve been in any club in the last nine months then you’ve heard the chainsmokers. That whiney DJ band that made that bland song with the blue hair girl.” Carter was used to answering the face tattoo question, it wasn’t something easily avoided, but this time he brought it on himself so he was in no place to complain about answering it. “This one’s like, some Mexican gang symbol. I don’t know. I’ve never been in a Mexican gang. I was young and wanted a face tattoo, an a bunch of guys were getting this one so I did too,” he explained, pointing to the three tiny dots under his eye before moving his finger to the longer one by his ear, “This one’s a feather because, fly free and shit, I don’t know. A chick here did it. She thought it’d look cool so I went with it.”

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➡︎ thanks for drilling ink into my ribcage @victoriaxaman looks great hurts like a mother

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dermilas:

SNAPCHAT from dermilas

Derrick: No. Tf would i know what a womans shirt looks like. Fashion is weird these days mate

Carter: usually it says on the tag, or the smaller shape is indicative enough