chris miles.

#visage.#nick clark.#what a time to be alive

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Photo taken by Anne Thompson

#visage.#nick clark.

Cannes 2025

Photographed by Victoria Stevens

#visage.#nick clark.

#visage.#nick clark.#how cute :(((

Glad they’re having some fun

"Yeah..." Maia replied bitterly, shrugging her eyebrows in response, not catching his lost expression as she'd begun cleaning out some leftover glasses instead, itching for something to do. "You did." Looking back at him now, she shot him a forced smile, the anger from her prior conversation with Jace still swirling in her gut. Seeing Chris enter the Alibi had already set her off, but the Shadowhunter had only made it worse, and she knew it wouldn't be long now before her frustration spilt over into tears. But she couldn't have that tonight, she was working. "Should be fun!"

The affectionate term caused a twitch in her stomach, and had she had the capacity to, she could've worked out he wasn't just talking shit. But unfortunately, she couldn't focus on anything bar her emotions. Maia had always struggled with control since being turned, not just because of the way she'd been turned but also because she was without a pack and anchor to keep her grounded. The smallest of things could set her off, so something this important to her was near overwhelming. And clearly he was more important to her than she'd even realised — he'd given her excitement and hope, and now he'd gone and taken it away. "Okay then," she cleared her throat. "You sure? We've got a two-for-one deal going tonight. Helps get the love flowing, apparently."

#interaction.#c: maia roberts.#may 2018.#event: speed dating.#who tf turned the heat up

"Why's that then?" Chris asked, only inquisitive due to Maya's involvement. He spared another glance around the bar, now noticing the heart decorations and mini cupids plastered on the walls. Perhaps he should've paid better attention upon his arrival, but it wouldn't have made a difference. As long as Maia was working tonight, he'd have been here regardless. If that meant signing his name on a form he hadn't bothered to read, then so be it.

Despite his ignorance in regards to everything else, Chris did notice that Maia wasn't receiving his compliments in her usual manner, and he then began to wonder if something had upset her. Hopefully it wasn't something he'd done, but their exchanged texts had been nothing if not playful, flirtatious. She also seemed like the type of woman who'd be direct if he'd pissed her off. Which he liked. So he persisted, kept the smile on his face, leaning further forwards on the bar so that he felt closer to her. "Oh yeah? Good deal, that is." He actually had money to spare tonight, too, having saved in advance. She deserved to be spoiled. "Well, Maia, that depends. Is it going to help get the love flowing between us?" Chris tilted his head, trying to catch her eye. "Or am I going to have to wait until after your shift finishes so I can take you out and treat you properly, like a real lady deserves?"

“Oh — hey.” Maia startled, swallowing down the sting of hurt she felt at seeing Chris there as she returned to behind the bar. She'd really been hoping he wouldn't show up, that he'd just signed up long before they'd met, when the call first went out. But she'd been wrong, and stupid to have thought otherwise. Men were all the same. “Thought I saw your name on the sign-up sheet.” Uncomfortable now, she looked away, watching as the various singles began to file in. "It's gonna get really busy soon. Can I get you something?"

#interaction.#c: maia roberts.#may 2018.#event: speed dating.#this dumbass

Chris' face lit up as Maia walked in front of him, tapping the bar in excitement. She's who he'd been waiting for, after all. "Hey gorgeous." She looked hurt for a reason Chris didn't understand, but it didn't sway his confidence. He'd come here to ask her on a date in person, so hopefully he'd be able to return the smile to her face. "I had to sign up to get inside tonight, didn't I?" His face was a picture of confusion, and he glanced around, only now noticing there was an event on. Whatever it was, it didn't interest him. "Nah, I don't want anythin', just came to see my favourite lady."

Chris was down to his last cigarette, and as he soon came to find out upon attempting to light it, was also now out of lighter fluid. "Oh, for bollock's sake." Eyes scanning around the park, he approached the first person he saw, a polite smile on his face. "'Scuse me mate, 'you got a lighter on you by any chance? I'm gaggin' for a cig and my clipper's just ran out."

#bwrpstarters #interaction.#april 2018.

k-wame

Russell Tovey & Nico Mirallegro for The Pass (2016)

#musing.#finn nelson.#OH HELLO ???

k-wame

#musing.#eskild tryggvason.#i see the vision

#visage.#gellert grindelward.#random ship of the day

Harris and Andrew at Telluride Film Festival last year

sanabksh

3x07 | 4x09

#musing.#sana bakkoush.#guzman nunier osuna.#jonas noah vasquez.#mickey milkovich.#finn nelson.#noora amalie saetre.#lucas gallagher.#/

lizvalois

#musing.#sana bakkoush.#augustus baker.#max baker.#eva kviig mohn.#adeline hawthorne.#finn nelson.#noora amalie saetre.#jonas noah vasquez.

midnightisquiet

skins 1.04

#visage.#adeline hawthorne.#:(

Maia felt her jaw go slack for a moment, genuinely taken aback by his compliments. These days, when men flirted with her, it made her incredibly uncomfortable, especially if they were textbook attractive. Love terrified her now, and it wasn’t something she went openly looking for anymore, distrust guiding her every move. Dating had been off the table for years. But hearing his comments now startled her exactly because she wasn’t uncomfortable about them. They were cheesy, sure, but genuine. Light-hearted. Maia could sense that. “Jeez,” she eventually laughed, her grin remaining. “I feel like you might have to, if I’m to handle all these lines.” Still, she appreciated his reply, sensing it was true. She only hoped he wouldn’t take advantage. She’d fallen for it before.

She shook her head at him, laughing again. Their conversation hadn’t gone where she’d expected, and even though that didn’t bother her, she had to wonder why it didn’t. Taking the time to watch him, she pretended to look busy for a moment, holding up a finger in apology before washing out some glasses. She realised suddenly that he wasn’t a typical pretty boy, out for attention and a good time. She could never trust those. In fact, Chris seemed anything but, which only made her nervous. “Your charming comments aside,” she finally replied with a shrug, “I guess he just wasn’t thinking like you. Logic seems to go out the window when it comes to dudes and drinks. Though I’d consider that their truest selves.” Noticing the emoji, she smiled before pocketing her phone again, making sure to meet his eye. She wasn’t sure why, but she felt herself willing to give it a shot. “Hey. Cross my heart.”

“Who’s counting?” She winked, gathering some more discarded glasses. “Oh, you’ve got that right. I’m super fun. What do ya wanna know, Mr Sunglasses Emoji?”

#interaction.#c: maia roberts.#april 2018.#he's such a dork it somehow made him smooth af #hi anne

Chris shrugged, grateful that his lines, whilst cheesy, at the very least were making her laugh. It always made him feel better about himself, like he actually had purpose. “Well there’s plenty more where that came from, alright? So you better get used to it. ‘Cause I’m gonna’ use my best material on you. Got a whole book with your name on it. ‘Pick Up Lines for Maia’, that’s the title. Best seller an’ all.”

He watched her as she worked, entirely captivated. How someone as gorgeous and charismatic as her was still single baffled Chris, but he was far from complaining. It would be a privilege to even be rejected by her. With that in mind, he promised himself to pursue this, regardless of the outcome. Her kindness was inspiring. “That it does, babe. That it does. I think some blokes take themselves too serious. ‘Ain’t always gotta’ be a squabble and a kick-off. Some twats just need to learn how to live in the moment, and enjoy things.” Chris smiled back at her, already keen to speak to her over the phone despite not having left yet. He did wonder whether or not she’d actually call, but she didn’t seem like the kind to break a promise.

“Me, actually. Fair is fair, m’lady.” Chris took a while to ponder her question, wondering what ask her. As much as he was interested in her family, her history, the usual topics — it wasn’t really his style. “How old were you when you learned how to ride a bike?”

Maia smiled in response, but it was half-hearted. It hadn’t been his intention, she knew, but she felt the weight of his words anyway. Hatred for what she was ran through her, natural as breathing. It was fleeting, but powerful. Of course he wouldn’t stick around – no-one else had when she’d been turned. She moved away, toward the sink, letting her smile drop for a moment as she worked on pushing the thought away, hand closing around the glass. Successfully shaking it off, Maia decided to focus on him instead, on the way he could make her smile. He hadn’t said anything wrong, and she had to make sure not to overthink it.

“Shockingly, no. And it was still pretty awful.” It had worked, though. It had made her laugh, and that only made her like him more. “Not all, thankfully, but it’s not unusual, no. They usually either want free drinks, or to get me drunk.” Realising she was now doing both with Chris, she explained further. “It's different with you. I can hear your heart. You don't want to trick me. Plus, you don't make me want to punch you in the mouth,” Maia shrugged, deciding to be honest, trusting in her instinct. Then she sighed at his challenge. “Alright then. Hm. I think… one of my favourites was ‘there must be something wrong with my eyes, because I can’t take them off you.’” Maia rolled her own eyes at the memory. “He looked away pretty fast when I offered to take them out of his skull.” Uncrossing her arms, she pulled her phone out of her pocket, pulling up the dial screen. “You realise that makes no sense, right?” She grinned, passing him her phone. “Just put your number in, dork.”

Again, she laughed at the offer. “I definitely shouldn’t. Kev may not fire me, but Veronica will totally kick my ass.” It wasn’t like she was a lightweight, but she knew giving out free drinks and then having some herself wouldn’t look good. As much as she wanted to, her job meant a lot to her right now. It provided stability. “It’s okay, you enjoy it. Maybe next time, when I’m off the clock.”

#interaction.#c: maia roberts.#april 2018.

“Can’t have been that awful, look at that smile.” Chris grinned, gesturing towards Maia’s mouth. “Could light up a room with that thing, who needs electricity?” He found himself glancing at her for a moment, really appreciating her features. It wasn’t rare for Chris to see the beauty in people, in fact he saw it in everyone, but that didn’t mean some didn’t stand out amongst the rest. “As for the drink, though... that ain’t me. I’ll pay my way and get myself drunk, but I ain’t doing that to you.”

“I mean, I can’t take mine off you. But that doesn’t mean there’s something wrong with ‘em, in fact, it means they’re working fine. Why wouldn’t I wanna’ look at you? Pretty shit line, that one. And that’s comin’ from me.” Chris laughed at the threat she mentioned, making a mental note not to get on her bad side. Then again, he imagined he’d quite like seeing her feisty; having her tell him off. Winking, he took her phone, putting in his own number, and adding the sunglasses emoji to his contact name. “Promise me you won’t leave me hangin’.”

“Alright, next time it is then. I owe you one. Or…” he mentally recounted the shots he’d bought, discounting the one he’d just given her. “Three. You’re quite fun, ain’t you Maia? I wanna’ know more about you.”

“Ah,” Maia glanced down, using the opportunity to wipe over the bench, oddly flustered by the compliment. It wasn’t like she wasn’t used to getting hit on, she worked at a bar. But it didn’t feel like he was bringing it up to get free drinks, or to even get her attention. He’d said it so casually, and talking about something else entirely, Maia wasn’t sure what to think. It had been a long time since she’d met someone that seemed this genuine. “Well, thank you. But no, we’re definitely hairy and scary, just.. only when the moon is full.”

She expelled another small laugh, shaking her head a little at his enthusiasm for alcohol. Although, they were in a bar, so she couldn’t argue. “Sure, that’s one way to do it.” Maia opened her mouth to greet him properly when he continued on with a pretty awful pick-up line, one that made her laugh all over again. “Wow. That was – I mean, wow. Just when I thought I’d heard them all.” Still, she’d never heard them from a guy like this. In just a few minutes, Chris had made her laugh a countless number of times, and not once had she felt pressured or uncomfortable. “But alright,” she decided with a shy smile, deciding to be bold, follow her gut. “If you’re being serious, then I guess I’d be up for doing both.”

She considered his request as she watched him take the shot, absentmindedly wiping out a glass. She was sure she wouldn’t get fired, especially since Kev wasn’t around. Not that he seemed like the firing type anyway. As long as Maia stayed behind the bar, she decided it would be fine. It wasn’t like she’d feel the effects from one drink either. “Alright, Chris. You’re on.” Without hesitation, she lifted the fourth shot, pressed it against his in cheers and downed it.

#interaction.#c: maia roberts.#april 2018.

“Guess I won’t be sticking around for that then. Don’t want you bitin’ an ear off me or something.” Chris grinned. He’d never actually seen a transformation before, and whilst he held a morbid curiosity, it wasn’t something he’d delve into anytime soon. Not that he minded the supernatural, not at all, they were just… people, but he’d heard it was painful. He couldn’t even begin to picture Maia as hairy or scary, so he dropped the subject with a shrug, wondering if one day he’d ever see her wolf form by mistake.

“You ain’t heard that one before?” Chris raised his eyebrows, glad he’d hit her with some original material. He couldn’t remember where he himself had heard it, but if it wasn’t common, maybe it might just work. Or put her off, but he’d always been one for taking a chance. “Not surprised you’ve heard a lot of ‘em, though, you probably get all the lads hittin’ on you here. C’mon then, tell us what others ones you’ve heard. I wanna’ hear ‘em all. Might just add them to my own collection.” But after a moment, he realised how she’d responded to his line — positively. “Yeah?” He couldn’t avoid smirking, wondering how on earth someone as pretty as this was giving him the time of day. Usually the women he fancied weren’t so… out of his league. “Alright, then. Lets hear your number, since you’re up for callin’ me.”

After finishing his own shot, Chris eyed Maia, impressed by her willingness. Then again, she did work behind a bar, so perhaps he shouldn’t have been so surprised. She was daring, though, and he liked that. Willing to have fun, too. All qualities he greatly admired, since he was so much about living in the moment himself. “Chin chin. Maybe you should share what I’ve got left.”

“The best I got is a fur coat and sharp claws. Sorry about that.” Maia raised an expectant eyebrow at the display, but ended up laughing once again, shaking her head at him. “You’re right. They’d never mess with you.”

“Some say the journey is the point, the things you learn along the way,” she replied, mocking a Capitol accent. “Doesn’t seem like your style though.” Nodding at his decision, she waited for the payment, scrunching her nose up immediately at the name. “God, no, please, call me Maia.” Taking the notes off him and stuffing them into a jar Kev had clearly labelled ‘incum’, she knew he couldn’t afford much more than two. Still, she produced four shot glasses, and filled them to the brim. “Third one’s on the house for making me laugh. Fourth is for whoever you’re drinking with. Enjoy.”