THE HEART WAS MADE TO BE BROKEN;

the world is changed because you are made of ivory and gold. the curves of your lips rewrite history. (charles braxton / 20 / english student.)

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jettmabry:

“Yeah, old man,” Jett tried to keep the same emphasis on the words as Charlie did ( and failed, ze still couldn’t stop zirself from laughing ). “Thanks for the compliment, grandpa… I’d rather be a baby than one of those, when’s your hip replacement scheduled for?” Ze was taking it a little too far, did the same thing when Claribel said ze was a baby. It was habit—and Charlie probably got told the same thing from Jett before so ze wouldn’t apologize.

“Caesar salad or something, I dunno. Hot cocoa if they have some.”

“Your imitation of my accent is appalling, Jett,” he replied with a laugh, shaking his head slowly. “You sound like one of those posh British ladies on television.” Rolling his eyes, he shot back, “I think you mean my knee replacement, and it’s scheduled for Monday. Wish me luck.” He grinned at zer, stretching out his tired limbs slowly.

“Salad? Sounds fun.” He caught up with zer, heading into the cafeteria and grabbing a tray. “Looks like they have one mug of hot cocoa left. I’ll let you have it, though, because, you know, I’m a saint.” He winked, grabbing a bottle of water and a Caesar salad for himself.

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fionalennox:

Fiona jumped back, the boy’s response startling her. “It’s one in the morning!” She whispered back. “You fell asleep. I decided that I would be nice and prevent you waking up tomorrow to complete confusion and a sore neck when you realized that you forgot to go back to your dorm to, you know, go to bed.”

Charlie rubbed his already sore neck, looking up at Fiona with a sheepish grin. “Shit. Thanks for waking me up, then. I didn’t realize how late it’d gotten - I’ve been holed up here working on this paper all night.”

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accidental run-in: charlie & florence

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florencedelaurent:

Florence was sick. Hungover, actually. She pushed her sunglasses further up onto the bridge of her nose. She wasn’t about to win a beauty contest, but accepting defeat by staying in bed all day wasn’t her style, either. She just needed a tall coffee. Black. That would jolt her senses. She ordered at the front counter, pulling out her phone to send a text to Benny, asking if he was up and did he want a coffee- he had 20 seconds to respond. No reply. She passed $1.09 to the barista and took a steaming cup of life-blood in exchange. She pivoted with her drink and scared herself when she nearly ran into a tall, familiar-looking figure. When her coffee fell to the floor with a painfully wet slap, Florence felt like she might hurl. Her tired eyes found the face of Charlie Braxton. The ex she’d know anywhere. Her sigh was dramatic. She didn’t bother apologizing. “Fuck.”

Charlie was holed up at a nearby Starbucks, working on a research paper when he realized that his coffee cup had run empty several minutes ago. Pulling himself to his feet, he headed towards the counter, buying a second cup of coffee and running into a petite, familiar figure on the way back. “Shit,” he mumbled once he realized who it was. “Florence. Hi. Um, sorry. I can buy you another coffee if you want.”

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alexandrethibavlt:

                    “Great then. Some sleep should speed up the process.”

Sighing softly, Charlie looked up at the blonde with a faint smile. “I should probably be going now. It was nice meeting you, though.”

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poeticstars:

“How long ‘til finals? I’m trying to measure my lifespan here,” Isaac quipped, a sheepish grin on his face. “Really, though.” His notes were immaculate and detailed, but there was only so much you could find on the online power points. And some professors didn’t even have those, because apparently the year is 302 A.D., or sometime during the Renaissance period. 

“Oh, yes. I’m doing a double major in English, poetry specifically, and astronomy. You? Oh, let me get you a coffee. For picking up the display and everything.” Isaac glances over to the door. “Y’know, since there’s a coffee shop next door. Yeah.”

Charlie laughed, a melodious and genuine sound that filled the air, and grinned. “I feel that. I’m terrified for finals, honestly. I don’t know how I’m going to survive until then.” He would probably be pulling quite a few all-nighters in the next few weeks - if he wanted to do well on his finals, that is.

“Oh, how cool,” Charlie replied, giving him a gentle smile. “I’m majoring in English. I think we have a few classes together.” He blushed slightly, nodding. “That’d be great. You’re very sweet. Thank you.”

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alexandrethibavlt:

                    “Yeah — or you could sleep now and do it later.” He added before he shrugged. “Then again, that’s probably not a very good advice.”

He shrugged a shoulder, glancing back at his laptop. “It kind of is, though, since I’m exhausted right now.”

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jettmabry:

“Obviously, not that part. I made you look, though—” Jett tightened zir own grip on zir bag, shaking zir hair out while waiting for Charlie. “You’re so slow, old man… it’s that dead thing, right? I’ll tuck you in after we go to the caf, and you can finish your paper tomorrow. You’re in luck, too, because all the guards love me.” Zir voice cracked, and Jett couldn’t help the too-loud laugh that would’ve, no doubt, been shushed if ze wasn’t walking out of the library.

“D’you think the food’ll be good or gross? School pizza’s pretty tragic, you know?”

“Old man?” Charlie replied incredulously, shaking his head slowly as he followed Jett out of the practically empty library. “I’m a year older than you. I’m not old - and, if I’m old, you’re a goddamn infant.” He grinned, heading out into the brisk and dark night and not catching what Jett had said until ze looked at him expectantly, waiting for him to respond.

“Oh. Um, probably gross. I mean, they have a few good things, but most of it isn’t all that appetizing.” He shrugged a shoulder. “We’ll see, though. What are you going to get?”

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florencedelaurent:

“Maybe you deserved it.”

“Um, what are you talking about, Florence?”

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alexandrethibavlt:

                      He only gave the other a small shrug in response at his first statement, the language itself wasn’t easy but it was so embedded in many languages that it wasn’t as difficult as it could be, especially if one knew one or two more languages. “Only a bit and yeah, probably. A couple of hours should suffice — When is your paper due?”

Charlie leaned his head against his hands, wishing desperately that he could fall asleep but not wanting to be rude to Alexandre. “Um, it’s due in two days, but I do kind of want to finish it up soon so I can get some sleep, you know?”

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galinalukin:

“Oh well there’s so much time then. How many pages?” She inquired as she walked over to the small kitchenette that was in the library. She poured them both some coffee, both black. Sitting back down at the table, Galina handed over the coffee with a smile. “Please indulge me in what you’re writing about…if you don’t mind.” she smiled sheepishly as she placed her chin in her palms.

Galina wasn’t usually this nosy, but she liked hearing about other people’s research and what they were working on. It really fueled her own process. Seeing others’ passions made her feel a lot more about what she was accomplishing herself. 

Charlie shrugged. “I mean, sure, but I do want to get at least a tiny bit of sleep in the next two days.” Once she returned with the coffee, he gave her a genuine smile before taking a sip. “Thank you. You’re very sweet.” Setting down the steaming mug of coffee, he stretched out his arms, yawning. “Racism in the media. And it’s fifteen pages. I’m on page thirteen, but it’s still stressing me out. It has to be perfect, you know?” He shrugged a shoulder, turning towards her. “What are you writing about?”

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fionalennox:

“Hey, are you up for a movie night tonight? They put The Breakfast Club back on Netflix.”

“Sure! That’s a good movie. Want me to bring popcorn or candy or something?”

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benny-sherwood:

Benny noted the way Charlie’s face reacted to the alcohol, laughed a little to himself as he took another sip of the drink grimacing too. It was something though, and that’s really all that mattered. “Now you’re just flattering me.” Benny grinned, then shoved him gently as he took in another sip. “I haven’t quite decided yet. But I feel like he might be a character in it - but you did? It was really cool, right? Man, I should totally take you to go meet him in person. He loves new audience members.” Benny remarked enjoying the idea as he nodded his head. “Sounds… productive. I’m guessing classes are going well then, Charles?”

“Do you have water or something? Or soda?” Charlie asked, letting out a laugh as he set aside the beer. He didn’t want to be rude to his friend, but the cheap beer was rather gross. Smiling at Benny, he shook his head, shoving his shoulder affectionately. “Nah, it’s not a lie. You’re pretty cute,” he insisted with a wink. “Yeah, it was really great. God, people are so talented,” he sighed, shaking his head. “You should. I’d like that.” He ran a hand through his dark hair before looking at Benny. “Yeah, it is. They’re going fine. Stressful but fine. How are your classes going?”

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alexandrethibavlt:

                    “Yeah, I know the feeling.” He shrugged, it was something he got used to since middle school, nothing to complain about. Midnight walks and attending to morning lessons half asleep were certainly not uncommon. “Uhm, I had some Latin translations to do.” Shuffling the papers in front of him, Alexandre tried to figure out when exactly he had fallen asleep during studying, or even if he did start at all. “— for tomorrow. I guess I’ll do it in the morning though.”

Charlie gave him a thin smile, a low yawn escaping his parted lips. God, he needed sleep, and soon, but he wasn’t about to go to bed now. “Latin? Sounds challenging,” he replied. He’d never taken Latin, taking Spanish during middle school and switching to French in high school, but he knew that it was notoriously difficult to master. “Yeah. You should get some rest.”

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cskar:

“You never do that?” he asked. “Just start thinking and then all of a sudden realize you’ve been staring at someone for a long ass time.”

Charlie shrugged, straightening down his messy bedsheets before looking back up at Oskar. making sure to mark his page in the textbook. “Um, I guess?” he replied, sounding vaguely doubtful. “I mean, I’m sure I do it sometimes. Whatever. Like I said, you’re fine. It doesn’t matter.”

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florencedelaurent:

“Thought you might be happier…” She rolls her eyes, settling her sights on something other than him. “No one made me wake you up to tell you your chin there deleted the paper you were working on.”

Charlie hissed, “Shit,” once he realized that Florence was in fact right. Clicking a few buttons, he managed to get his paper back to its former state, but he was still on edge. “Um, thanks,” he muttered, embarrassed.

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benny-sherwood:

“Ah well a happy ending would be nice for a change, feels like the world is filled with too much tragedy.” Benny remarked as he smiled seeing Charlie laugh a little, his eyes watching him take a sip of the bottle before he followed suit. “But sorry for your five dollars.” He shrugged his shoulders and leaned back resting against the messy covers. Benny took a moment to remind himself to maybe clean the place up, but knew he probably would forget about it before he did it. “Only stating facts. But that’s good, minus the exhaustion. Working on something new?’ Benny pursed his lips together and shut his eyes for a beat, resting his arm against his eyes. “Just work - and working, on a new production I mean. I met this guy who was really great at freestyle, posted twenty snapchats of him on my story because he was that interesting. I got inspired a song I hope to finish by this week.”

Charlie wrinkled his nose slightly as he took another sip of beer. It didn’t taste particularly good, but at least it distracted him from the shitty day that he had been having up until now. “Yeah, no big deal,” he replied, shrugging one shoulder in a blasé manner. “Yeah, it’s still nice to hear, though. You’re not so bad-looking yourself, either,” he added teasingly. “Oh, that’s cool. What’s it about?” He smiled. “Yeah, I saw that. It was really cool. And me? Not really. Just studying and trying to get sleep when I can.”

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galinalukin:

Galina wasn’t typically one to wake up random people in the library. She wasn’t usually one to even initiate conversations with fully awake people. Galina typically kept to herself. 

Galina lifted her eyebrows. “When’s it due?” she said with half a laugh before sidling back over to him. “I mean, the only reason people come to the library is for homework and if you’re exhausted then maybe it’s due soon?” Galina sat opposite. “How do you take your coffee?” she said as she pulled out her own laptop and research. 

“In two days,” he responded with a sigh. “I mean, I’m almost done with it, but it’s probably going to kill me before I finish it.” He stretched his arms out, adding a sentence to his paper before he looked back at her. “I’m kind of always exhausted, but whatever.” He shrugged a shoulder, as if it wasn’t really a big deal that he hadn’t slept at all in the past few days.

“Um, black,” he replied, sifting through the articles he had bookmarked for research until he found the one that he was looking for, citing it before he finished up another sentence. “What about you?”