finding caspian and chaos together in one area was less than shocking to heather. it seemed her entire life she’d follow him around, trying to keep him out of trouble only to end up cleaning up another of his messes - but hey, that’s what you do when you care about someone, right ? ‘ you really know how to put on a show, don’t you ? ’ she chided, a gentle smile and joking tone taking away from the seriousness of her judgement. reaching for the shoe that had landed by her foot, she offered it back to the boy. ‘ gee, word across the kingdom says if the slipper fits we’ll have to get married. what will you do with yourself then ? all the more reason to start being a little more CAREFUL, i’d say. ’
“you know me, heather, i’m practically a show pony. just here to please the masses,” caspian states, pretending to bow like he would at curtain call. although, gratefulness is evident in his eyes the minute he takes the shoe back from her with a mumbled thank you. an unspoken agreement to never let the other get into too much trouble. “yeah ?” he quirks a brow in amusement, a small smile beginning to play at his lips. “i dread to think what that lady would throw at you then. stealing her man who’s not her man... how very desperate housewives of you.”
THE SAME THING that always happened in rock springs happened today . the sun rose , birds chirped , and amity’s dad was off to wherever to promote his next fight for the next month . nothing new here . “ what would you say if i told you … “ the brunette pausing for the dramatic effect . a shit grin dancing along her features as she dangled a set of keys up in the air , match with a sway of her hips , “ my dad left me his keys to the mclaren “ . after years of trying to talk him into leaving the keys to the car with her , he finally gave it . was it for the best ? certainly not . ( tagging @caspiens . )
somehow amity’s pauses always get him on edge. hanging onto her every word as he waits to hear what the latest plan will be right up until the point the words fall from her mouth and he’s practically bubbling over in excitement as he leans in to catch a better look at the keys dangling in her hand. “no fuckin’ way,” he grins. “well i’ve gotta say you’re the best, right? a genius. unparalleled ! a real hero for trouble-makers and miscreants everywhere.”
dj was on a run, well. not a run, really. more of a jog —— or a brisk walk. she liked north carolina, it was pretty. clouds in the sky with the sun piercing through them. it was better than the smog of new york city ( the people were better in new york though, at least the party scene people )
her music was usually too loud to hear things like other people speaking to her, car honks ( really, really loud car honks ) but these incessant screams were breaking though the wall that all time low was giving her, she removed one and looked to see where the shrill shriek was coming from.
capsien, having shit thrown at him. was danielle even shocked ?
she jogged over to the other side of the street. acting like she was in an apocalypse movie, dodging flying shit everywhere. ❛ woah ! littering is against the law, bitch ! ❜ listening to him speak, trying to stop herself from making a comment on his awful appearance. ❛ sounds like you’re havin’ a much better time than i am, rockstar. ❜ taking a deep breath before smirking ❛ they didn’t even toss out a suitcase, whatta loser ❜
“oh yeah, the best time.” if there’s one thing he’s learnt over the years it’s to laugh in the face of danger. of course, it’s something that’s said easily when the danger is a woman four floors above him whose worst capability seems to be throwing a louboutin. “right ?!” he huffs, leaning down to scoop a few items off the ground and allowing himself to wonder how much easier it would be if a suitcase had been the first thing chucked out the window rather than a shirt. “ i feel like pacman now. except... i don’t have the bottomless stomach or whatever it is he has that allows him to eat those little nuggets.”
* if joss just so happens to turn down the song blasting through his earphones just in time to hear the argument that appears to be brewing further down the street, then that’s nobody’s business. he plans to just walk past, slowly, and carry on with his day - until he hears that voice and he finds himself stopping in his tracks, eyes wide and blinking and fuck , suddenly caspian is addressing him and of course there’s no hope in him sneaking off now before his gaze ultimately swirls to meet his own ( though he does weigh up his chances ) . “typical friday stuff.” he repeats, tongue swiping his lower lip - an innate signal when he feels awkward. his eyes shoot up to the window and he finds himself slightly disappointed that he doesn’t manage to catch a glimpse at whoever caspian refers to as his lover nowadays. he hates to admit that it’s rubbed him the wrong way. he clears his throat, eyes focusing back on caspian. “ you finished making a scene ? ‘cause some of us just want to get coffee without the risk of a shoe being bounced off our skulls. ”
caspian’s a jealous creature. unforgiving and sometimes downright petty. evident from the minute he chooses to address joss of all people by calling attention to what’s unfolding. even if his own embarrassment that he’s been caught by him of all people tugs at him more than he’ll ever outwardly admit. “mmm ?” he replies, busying himself in picking up a few of his discarded items just so he doesn’t have to look at the other male. “funny. it’s almost like... you’re not aware i make a living out of causing a scene. ya know.... some nights for hours on end until i can barely stand.” there’s a coyness in his tone — is he talking about dancing or his other nightly activities? something to be left in the other’s imagination. “don’t think you’d have to worry about her bouncing a shoe off your skull anyway.”
eva is out for her daily run, which isn’t any surprise to anyone who knows her. it was part of her routine before she had to hit the gym and then spend god knows how long in the studio rehearsing. through her ear buds, she hears the yelp and pulls one out, momentarily coming out of ‘the zone’ and boy is she glad that she did. she can’t help the chuckles escaping her lips. “i am so glad that i had the chance to witness this.” the dancer is slowing down her pace as she’s approaching him. “she seems emotionally stable…”
he winces a little at his dance partner’s voice, before being unable to help the laughter that spills from his mouth as she begins to speak. “just a little unhinged. a teeny bit,” he sucks in a breath, collecting the discarded shoe from the ground and slipping it on. “on the plus side... consider me having got my workout in and ready for rehearsal !” caspian grins, flaring his speech out with finger guns. “should really be a recommendation if you’re looking for a change up in your routine, like... i’ve never felt my heart beat so fast.”
the blonde was walking to her car when she saw a shoe flying out the window. what the hell? of course cas was the one in the line of fire, was she even really surprised? “oh yeah, typical friday stuff,” she replied through her sarcasm. “i’m not bailing you out of jail tonight, so are you leaving with me or?”
“uh-huh, typical,” he repeats with a nod, trying his best to keep a serious face as he wrestles with the remaining buttons on his shirt. “but you know what ? i’ll take you up on the offer. i think she’s one toss away from throwing the toaster out the window, anyway. and our artistic director might just kill me if i show up to rehearsal with a bruised face again.”
♡ she’s walking home from the daycare, pastel pink bookbag on her shoulders and airpods in her ear blasting 4ever by clairo. she’s oblivious to the outside world at the moment and wouldn’t want it any other way. there’s a skip in her step, but there always is whenever she comes home from work. she loves her job, probably more than anything. of course she doesn’t have to work. her parents would give her anything she asked. ( and then there’s – um, yeah. anyways !!! ) the thing is she just loves working with kids and seeing the smiles on their faces when they learn something new. the song changes to habit by still woozy and a sigh falls from her lips. coffee. she needs coffee.
♡ sora turns her feet and begins walking in the direction of the nearest coffee shop. as she approaches, she sees a little dog outside the shop. she’s quick to kneel down and pet the canine, giggles flooding from pink lips as she nods at the owner. entering, she breathes in the fresh smell of cappuccinos and pastries. she orders her usual, a mocha latte with oat milk and tips the barista an extra five dollars. the cafe is packed today, meaning there’s barely any seats open. a frown places on her features. until – oh !!! she sees an empty seat over in the corner and makes a b-line for it. ＂ hi ! ＂ she says to the person sitting across the empty chair. ＂ mind if i sit ? there’s no place else. ＂ cue the puppy dog eyes.
there are times when he’s a good dance partner. like now, pouring over the pages of notes for rehearsal, earbuds in, and trying to picture how it’s going to come off on stage over an americano. until a familiar figure appears in front of him and he removes an earbud, already suppressing a smile.
and who is he to resist the puppy dog eyes ? caspian sighs, still trying to hold back the smile that tempts itself onto his face, before nudging his head at the chair opposite him. “oh, go on then.” it’s only when she’s sat down that he pushes a small packet of chocolates toward her wordlessly, pretending he’s still reading from his notepad rather than trying to gauge her reaction. “want one of these too ?”
the sound of upset yelps rings out on what is usually a fairly quiet, residential, street. coming from the brunette as he narrowly manages to avoid a shoe being thrown at his head from the window above. “lover’s spat.” he explains shortly to the only other figure approaching on the street. far more non-plussed than he should be considering he’s still scrambling to gather his belongings. “one minute it’s baby don’t go ! then it’s well,” he points up at the window with a sigh before back down at his dishevelled appearance. “get out of my house or i’m gonna call the cops, i never want to see you again ! y’know. just typical friday stuff.”
[ XAVIER SERRANO , HE/HIM , TWENTY-THREE , CIS MALE ] do my eyes deceive me , or did i just see ( CASPIAN DE LUNA ) getting out of the car in hunnington ? i guess ( HE’S ) living around ( ROCK SPRINGS ) , which i could've guessed . hopefully they can keep their ( - REBELLIOUS & - DECADENT ) shit to theirselves , and focus on being ( + GREGARIOUS & + CHARMING ) to avoid any problems . and for the love of god , lets hope they don't talk about the ( HIDDEN ) thing .
hello all!! i’m hails and i reside in that lovely, delicious, gmt. this right here is caspian, one of my oldest muses but he’s also my trashcan son so!!! i’ve revamped a few things, swapped ‘em around, so pls bear with me while i get a grasp on him! leave a like and i’ll come slide into your dms for plots or you can hmu ! ❤
background
it’s a tale as old as time. congressman attends a local ballet production of the nutcracker and is instantly drawn to the prima ballerina. bouquets of flowers and backstage rendezvous soon follow until... an unexpected byproduct of their affair soon followed. what should have been a joyful pregnancy was soon tarnished in scandal. as caspian’s father made local headlines for cheating on his wife of seventeen years with a much younger woman, and by the time of caspian’s birth he was already somehow caught in the middle of a messy divorce and a shotgun remarriage. oh. and his father’s forced removal from office. the joy.
regardless of the scandal of his birth, he was a pampered child. dragged along to ballet rehearsals in the wake of his mother not wanting to hire a nanny and subsequently loving the doting of the dancers who would coo over him. an attention heaux, it was only natural that he soon followed in his mother’s footsteps and started dancing
but then as he entered his teen years, his parents' marriage became incredibly strained. partly due to them starting to feel the strain of their age difference, partly due to the unwarranted press attention that still seemed to follow the couple. and after a few years of non-stop arguing and being the pawn in the middle, the pair finally divorced when he was fourteen with his mother moving to new york to teach dance instead.
an attention heaux ( i cannot stress this enough !! ) with a lack of parental guidance, caspian started looking for the attention that he wasn’t receiving at home through other channels. partying, drinking, spending way too much time in the dressing rooms of some of the other dancers. probably got arrested and dropped home after being caught trespassing y’know. just lad things x.
honestly, it’s a bit of a miracle he graduated high school at all, let alone went on to university as he... was never around enough to take school seriously fsdfsfd. but he’s good at what he does and he managed to land a scholarship to a dance conservatory straight out of high school.
so that brings us to now!! he’s returned home to nc, back residing in rock springs and dancing for the local company. he’s recently become a demi-soloist so he has a more focal role in some productions with his dance partner! ( a definite wc but we’ll get onto that! )
personality
asshole with a heart of gold™ just as likely to have punched someone on a night out as he is to have.... invited you to the club in the first place just to cheer you up
a loyal bitch! befriend him and you pretty much have a friend for life
would flirt with his own reflection if it was socially acceptable. flirting may as well be a past time of his at this point tbh
coffee with a shot of whiskey in it personified
the only thing he’s committed to is the pursuit of dance and the thought of commitment in a relationship? terrifying !
doesn’t really have the capacity to think something is a bad idea. there’s only fun and things that could potentially lead to fun
a bit of a loose cannon and honestly? the fact he was given a position of Responsibility within the ballet company has probably shaken quite a few of his fellow dancers lmao
tidbits
the only family member he’s close to these days is his grandma
really likes classic cars and probably uses most of his paychecks just to fund potentially buying one at some point
wine and cheese nights but make them a frequent occurrence and add tequila
wanted connections
you can click the link above to see a couple hurried together ideas i had but i’m p. much open to anything and everything, so i’m super excited to plot w all of you !
