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22. Musician. Lost boy. "To die will be an awfully big adventure."

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twitchy-witchy-coraline:

She lifted her head upon hearing his voice, an apology gracing her ears which caused Coraline to smile softly. “No need—it’s not as if we’re on a date or anything that required your undivided attention on me. I’m sure you made her the happiest girl ever.” Coraline stated, sighing as she slid her notebook over towards him. The current page having a simple paragraph that she had been inspired to write since meeting him, smaller notes written in the corner and all around negative space of the page.

She prided herself on thriving in chaos, able to turn anyone’s head topsy turvy while her own remained well rested on her slim shoulders. And yet she found herself constantly unraveling in his own recklessness, the way he bumped and collided into her, knocked her off her equilibrium; it was daunting. She felt her face flush, nauseous as if she was sick—every touch of his fingers on her skin felt like sparks consuming her soul.

”It’s nonsense, something my mind refuse to let go until I wrote it down.” She explained.

i’m sure you made her the happiest girl ever. Caspar grinned and laughed, looking over at the waitress who was showing her picture off to what he guessed was her coworkers. He shrugged casually and turned around to look at Coraline, who was reluctantly pushing over the notebook that he had wanted to read through. Blinking, he looked down at the words that she had written and he read it quietly to himself. she prided herself on thriving in chaos, able to turn anyone’s head topsy turvy while her own remained well –– Caspar looked up at Coraline and grinned before he glanced down at the piece of paper. It’s nonsense, something my mind refuse to let go until I wrote it down. "It’s not nonsense. It’s really good," he spoke and smiled softly at Coraline, nodding his head as he grabbed the end of the page, pulling it over so that he could steal a tiny glance at the next page. "Sounds pretty intense, though," he spoke and chuckled softly as he pushed the notebook across the table, and over to her again.

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violetalders:

VIOLET sighed as she ran a hand through her hair, trying to thnk over her answer to his question but she wasn’t sure she really had one as to why she came here besides the fact that she had wanted to. “well my best friend left town, my brother.. he never knew we were together so there’s no way in hell i can talk to him about it.” she tried to offer as her explanation, pulling her sleeves down, past her fingers. “things may not have ended well but i.. i don’t know, i missed you.” violet admitted, looking up at him.

Things may not have ended well but I ... I don’t know, I missed you. She missed him? He swallowed and looked at her as she looked up at him. Clearing his throat, Caspar nodded. He had missed Violet too. A lot. When they’d been doing what they had been doing, feelings had definitely started to develop for him, which had been one of the reasons why he had made sure to fuck everything up as much as possible because he had been scared shitless. He didn’t want to bring her back into this way of life, though. Not again. Caspar had missed Violet, a lot, but he sure as hell wouldn’t give up his drugs, either. Did that make him a bit of an addict? At the mention of Leo, her brother, Caspar and smiled softly. “I met Leo. The day that I got here. He... He looked good.” 

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violetalders:

VIOLET chewed on the inside of her cheek, “can you blame me for thinking otherwise?” she asked, they never really went past sleeping together, despite how she had begun to feel. she pulled a face, scrunching up her nose before letting out a sigh. violet turned on her heel and made her way further into the room, dropping rather unceremoniously on a chair.”i had a couple bad meeting with an adviser and…” she trailed off as she considered whether to admit this next part. “that guy i was seeing left, so we ended things.”

can you blame me for thinking otherwise? Caspar parted his lips to respond, but stopped himself as he couldn’t really blame her for thinking the way she had. Caspar swallowed and thanked God that he had put away everything before Violet had entered the room. It was a personality trait that he hadn’t left behind, one that he probably should have. I had a couple bad meetings with and adviser and... that guy I was seeing left, so we ended things. Licking his lips, he made his way over and sat down on the couch opposite Violet. “Oh. Umm, I’m sorry to hear that?” he said awkwardly, not really sure what to say to that. His gaze dropped to his hands and he pulled at a piece of skin. “I’m sorry, Vi, I just... I’m a little confused. With how things ended between us, I... I didn’t think I would be the person you’d want to come see after something like that? Not that I mind you being here, absolutely not, but... I’m just a little confused, that’s all.” 

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violetalders:

TRULY, how unsure he seemed did make her second guess herself, made the fake smile slip slightly as she ran a hand through her hair. “you know i never thought you paid that much attention to me before.” she pointed out, somewhat avoiding the question but she really didn’t think he paid any attention to her besides when they slept together. maybe that was foolish and blind of her thought.

You know I never thought you paid that much attention to me before. Caspar looked at Violet, narrowing his eyes a little. “I might have been a little... Off, but I did care about you,” he spoke and swallowing, knowing that she was avoiding the question, and it was obvious that something was going on with her. Something she didn’t want to tell him. “So, what is up? I also know that whenever there is something you don’t want to tell people, you talk about something completely different and you’re doing that right now.” 

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violetalders:

MAYBE caspar wasn’t the most ideal person for her to see, given their past and how things ended but honestly, his company is what violet seeked right now. still, she knew that this was probably a surprise to him. violet kept up a smile though, “i can’t just come by and see you because i want to hang out?” she asked, stepping past him. “maybe i just needed some company.”

I can’t just come by and see you because I want to hang out? Caspar blinked and parted his lips to speak, but he stopped himself as he watched her step past him. Maybe I just needed some company. “Oh, um, yeah no of course you can I just... I didn’t think–,” that you would want to see me again; he thought but didn’t say anything. "Are you alright?” he asked as he closed the door in front of him, before turning around to look at Violet. “I recognize that look on your face... Something’s wrong.” 

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twitchy-witchy-coraline:

“Is that what we’re doing? And I here thought you were simply spoiling me.” She teased, lips stretching into a wide grin. Coraline soon looking down at the currently closed notebook, opening it to the specific page she had been writing in. Her movements were guarded and slow but she turned the book in his direction regardless, proving that she was willing to play this game as well. Of course, the gesture was halted by an endearing fan who wanted his attention, Coraline nodding her head in an okay and letting him do what he did best while subtly safeguarding her notebook once more. As he was preoccupied, she busied herself with writing. Her head tucked down but still able to hear the squealing excitement the waitress had. Coraline knew her presence would be ignored, which was fine. Much better than any one believing she and Caspar were close.

"Nu-uh,” Caspar spoke and grinned mischieviously as he watched her look down at the closed notebook, that she had been writing in earlier. He raised an eyebrow at her and how her movements were kind of guarded and slow, but Coraline turned the notebook around nonetheless and he grabbed the notebook and was about to pull it over, when a waitress had approached them and asked for a photo. He took the photo with her and smiled softly before excusing himself as he sat back down. “Sorry about that,” Caspar spoke and gave her a gentle and friendly smile as he placed his forearms on top of the table. “Now, let me take a look at this,” he said and grinned, nodding towards the book that she had been writing in again, while he had attended to a fan of his. 

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twitchy-witchy-coraline:

“Ready.” Coraline declared, eager to hear what would be a performance just for her. Her stance remained, leaned forward and eyes wide with a palpable excitement that words failed to describe, even her own. She listened intently, letting his voice and lyrics surge through her being like kinetic energy too pure to see by the naked eye. While most would interpret the song of his choice to be saddening, Coraline believed it to be the opposite. Perhaps this was because like the song suggests, there was always a part of her that yearned for freedom, and would obtain it by any costs. Sure, there was melancholy present but there was also hope and love, motifs Coraline spotted due to her artistic nature. When he’s finished, she smiles, clapping in response to his raw talent. “That was wonderful, Caspar, thanks.”

Caspar smiled softly as he finished his little show, looking at her with raised eyebrows and a chuckle fell from her lips soon after. That was wonderful, Caspar, thanks. Shrugging his shoulders casually, he leaned back chuckled softly. “Now, are you going to show me what you have been scribbling in that book of yours?” he asked curiously and looked at her with raised eyebrows. “I mean, I showed you mine, you should show me yours. And all that,” he said and laughed softly, crossing his arms over his chest as the waitress came over with their stuff. I’m really sorry, but... You’re Caspar Blake, right? Would it be awfully rude to ask if I could get a picture with you? Caspar chuckled softly and looked over at Coraline, before shaking his head and getting out of his seat. “Of course not.”

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violetalders:

VIOLET definitely wasn’t feeling the top of her game right now. she’d just been having a bad week between work and beck, well she needed to let off some steam but she also didn’t want to worry her brother. instead, her mind went to the fact that caspar was back, and well, here she found herself, standing in front of his hotel door. she tucked some hair behind her ear after she knocked and waited for it to open before she offered him a smile. “hey.. you free?”

Honestly, when a knock came from the hallway and the door to his hotel room, Caspar was more than shocked. First of all, he couldn’t remember telling anyone what room he stayed in and secondly, who on Earth could it be knocking on his door at this hour? Shaking his head, he pushed himself off the couch and he quickly put away anything that could get him in any trouble, just in case it was his manager deciding to just drop by as it had happened before. It almost knocked him over though, when he saw who it was on the other side of the door. Hey... You free? “Violet, um,” he spoke and leaned against the frame of the door, obviously quite surprised and shocked. “Yeah. I mean,” he said and took a step aside, so she could get inside. “What’s up?”

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twitchy-witchy-coraline:

“Yes, yes I do.” She answered with a smile, noticing that space between had slowly disappeared, any closer and their lips would make contact. Yet Coraline remained where she was, unwavering while she gazed into eyes and saw the humor in them following her request. Coraline wasn’t well versed in music as say—him but that didn’t stop her curiosity over what made him such a great musician. “Sing me one of your favorite songs.” Coraline replied, tilting her head as well but in the opposite direction. “I want to feel the passion in your voice, music isn’t real if it can’t touch you.”

Caspar chuckled softly and tilted his head a little to the side when she asked him to sing one of his favorite songs. “One of my favorite songs?” he questioned and he thought about it for a good second or so before sitting back in his seat, keeping his eyes on her the whole time. I want to feel the passion in your voice, music isn’t real if it can’t touch you. “Hmmm, okay,” he said and laughed, biting his bottom lip as he thought of what song he could sing. Caspar was quite confident in his singing ability and he definitely didn’t mind singing to her in the middle of a café where people would be staring. “Okay, I think I got it,” he said and cleared his throat, nodding towards her. “Ready?” he asked and laughed softly. The song choice he picked was even when i’m gone by quietdrive. “There's a light in my heart that can't be contained; you knew right from the start, that there's no one here to blame. And my world it drifts apart from the one that remains, and then I long for this place, and I want to be free from these chains: So if I could write a song so you won't forget my name.”

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twitchy-witchy-coraline:

“I won’t let it get to my head, I’m sure I’m not the only person you’ve been touched by.” She snickered, unable to help herself to the childish quip. She leaned back against her seat as well, observing him with those beautiful and wide eyes of hers. Maybe it was the lighting or the fact he hadn’t gotten on her nerves as much as before but he was starting to become beautiful in her eyes. Of course, she’d never say that to him because his ego was bigger than the guitar case on his person. “Nothing, there’s absolutely nothing special about that.” She chuckled, sipping her own drink with appreciation, letting the burn of alcohol travel down her swan like nexk. “Spoken like a true artist.” Coraline declared, leaning forward. “If I asked, would you sing me something?”

Nothing, there’s absolutely nothing special about that. He chuckled softly and he leaned back in the seat, looking at the girl in front of him with a smirk on his lips. Spoken like a true artist. Caspar shrugged and looked at her as she leaned forward. If I asked, would you sing me something? “You want to hear me sing?” he spoke and laughed softly as he leaned forward too, making the space between the two of them slowly disappear. Looking into her eyes, Caspar tilted his head a little. “And, just what is it that you want me to sing for you? Hmm? Got any requests?” 

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twitchy-witchy-coraline:

“You are my newest muse, Caspar.” Coraline laughed, offering him a wink while she finally closed the journal. It was a small, leather bound notebook she had bought at one of those vintage novelty stores on a whim, for Coraline loved a good notebook. “But those aren’t nicknames, nicknames are something like Aerosmith or lover boy—stuff like that. Though I think Aerosmith is the cooler nickname, not that you deserve it, you’re entirely too corny.” She admitted with a laugh, still eyeing his guitar. “Maybe that changes when you play, who knows?” She concluded, bitting the end of her pen in thought. Perhaps that was the reason people fawned over musicians because they looked cooler than they actually were. Talent does have a penchant for masking one’s mediocrity elsewhere. “I know who I am, a twitchy witchy girl.” She answered, winking at him again, Coraline thanking the waitress as she served them their drinks before leaving them be. At his question, she became silent, hand resting on the glass of her drink before she opened her mouth. “Trying to be extraordinary. Spent most of my life hiding it in favor of other’s pride but no more, I am anew and ready to take the world on. Or at least experience it. What are you passionate about, Caspar?”

"Ahhh! I’m touched.” Caspar said and grinned widely at the words coming from Coraline’s lips about him being the newest muse. Tilting his head a little to the side, Caspar grinned as she closed the journal. The book was a small, leather bound notebook, and it looked pretty damn vintage, which Caspar definitely liked. He laughed and shook his head gently at the words coming from her mouth, about what she thought was a nickname. Caspar chuckled softly at the words coming from her parted lips and he shrugged casually. I know who I am, a twitchy witchy girl. Shaking his head, Caspar continued to lean back, looking at Coraline and glancing over at the waitress who had served them their drinks that she had ordered them while he had been in the bathroom. Trying to be extraordinary. Spent most of my life hiding it in favor of other’s pride but no more, I am anew and ready to take the world on. At least experience it. Caspar chuckled softly and nodded. “Where’s the fun in being normal, hmm?” he said and laughed softly as he took a sip of the drink. What are you passionate about, Caspar? “What I’m passionate about? Well, my music, obviously. I love being able to perform, write music and sing. So, yeah, I guess it’s what I’m passionate about.” 

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violetalders:

SHE WAS unsure really about how this conversation was going to go considering their last one was them fighting. yet somehow she still knew enough to tell he looked nervous, at least slightly. “i am, actually. a really great guy.” even now, there was a small smile toying at her lips at the thought of beck.

I am, actually, a really great guy. “Really?” Caspar swallowed and looked at Violet, his eyebrows raised in a confused manner. “Wow, um, I mean, that’s really great,” he spoke, and honestly, he couldn’t help but feel a little jealous. “And, just how long have you been seeing this guy for?” he asked curiously, crossing his arms over his chest as he kept his eyes on Violet’s face. He noticed the smile toying on her lips and he couldn’t help but feel his heart ache a little bit. “I mean, I’m happy for you.”

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twitchy-witchy-coraline:

“I’m calculating how many times in a day I could hit you without causing serious harm or long term damage.” She answered with a smile as he tried to peek at what was written in her notebook. Most of Coraline’s writing was nonsense but it made sense to her and often provided some inspiration for whatever short story or novel she had in the making. “Those weren’t nicknames, they were pet names. Titles you use when you’re intimately involved or know a person.” She clarified with a smirk. “Sweetie, sweetheart, darling, babe, etc etc.” She further demonstrated, eyes now locked onto him. “There’s nothing too special about me, I guess. I love to write and can’t stay in one place for very long. I’m known to ramble when I’m passionate about something or lost in my thoughts. I’m also very weird.”

“ –– Yikes. Someone’s in a violent mood today,” Caspar spoke and chuckled softly as he looked at Coraline as he had tried to peek at what she had written in her notebook. Those weren’t nicknames, they were pet names. Titles you use when you’re intimately involved or know a person. Sweetie, sweetheart, darling, babe, etc etc. Caspar laughed and rolled his shoulders casually, shaking his head at the same time. “Well, to me those are nicknames,” he said with a wide smile on his lips. There is nothing too special about me, I guess. I love to write and can’t stay in one place for very long. I’m known to ramble when I’m passionate about something or lost in my thoughts. I’m also very weird. “Right, um, I – I mean, you are definitely weird, that’s for sure,” he said and winked, then shook his head as the waitress came back with their drinks. “And, what kinds of things are you passionate about?”

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dharmasutton:

“Well clearly, I obviously was the bartender.. and she obviously was a bitter bitch.” Dharma clarified, still taken back by the woman’s actions altogether, but she would be lying if she said it was the worst of her encounters at her job. “If only that were an option.” Dharma laughed at the suggestion, but shrugging it off, she wished she could, but she handles those kind of problems well anyway. 

Caspar chuckled, tilting his head a little to the side as he listened to what the girl said about being the bartender and being a bitter bitch. If only that were an option. “Yeah... Well, it’s the dude’s loss, to be honest. I mean, imagine having someone so damn jealous and controlling in your life, right? To me, it sounds like maybe the asshole did something, because why on Earth would she be so damn jealous, right?” 

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dharmasutton:

“Shut up. No. Okay, so this is what happened, the guy walked away without his drink so I walked it over to him, and the girl thought I was buying him a drink. That’s when she screamed desperate slut and now a handful of people think I’m some.. well, desperate slut. I was just doing my job.” Dharma had been letting out small laughs, re-describing the event the correct way. 

“Yikes!” Caspar laughed loudly and shook his head at the words coming from the brunette’s mouth as he looked down at the drink in his hand. He nibbled on his bottom lip, shrugging his shoulders casually. “I guess it says more about what type of person she is, rather than it saying anything about you,” Caspar spoke and looked over at her with raised eyebrows and a slightly amused expression on his lips. “Guess what we can both learn from this is that doing your job is a bad idea,” he said teasingly and winked.