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henry augustus parrish & vittorio emile-marco savialti

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Normally, Vigo didn’t care about how his room appeared to people. It was almost always pristinely kept anyway, save for a book lazily thrown across his desk and the occasional shirt draped over a chair or at the foot of his bed. But Lia had left not even half an hour ago, and Clara had come to visit.

As soon as he popped out of the shower, still putting his shirt on, he noticed a piece of lingerie strewn on the floor just by Clara’s foot. There was only one person that could belong to. He quickly made the effort to retrieve it and throw it into a random drawer, brows raising in slight embarrassment. He resolved to forget that it was ever there. “I didn’t expect the babysitting to start so soon. Cosa vuoi, cuginetta?” @noblc

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cvnturion‌:

            «  consequences, huh ? » she let the word roll of her tongue, had a proper taste of it (though, admittedly, the only thing she could register was the aftermath of cheap wine on her tastebuds). « you make it sound so … official. consequences are for people who get caught planning to elope. this, my friend, » and with that, she pressed a baby pink nail to his chest. « is just casual. what’s the worst that could happen ? » at his next remark, she scoffed. « can i  m a n a g e ? you underestimate me, vigo.» 

“My bad. How could I forget such a giant detail?” Despite feeling wounded from her words, Vigo was thankful that Ophelia had her ways to knock him back into reality, make him realize that his rationality was wandering away too far and he needed to get a hold of himself. What’s the worst that could happen?  There were a number of things that came to mind, but it didn’t matter enough to be said out loud. “Just looking out for you as always.”

It took him a while, but Vigo found himself traipsing to the roof Lia had mentioned, half-drunk and with an opened bottle of Italian wine (there was always a stash of fine Italian liqeuer in his place), more than a quarter of an hour later. Two of his buttons were popped open and a few strands escaped the pristine sweep of his hair and fell over his forehead. He settled beside her, making sure to keep a slight distance, before handing her the bottle he’d already drank from. “Brought your favorite.” 

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cvnturion‌:

          « had this been fourth grade, i would have totally agreed with you. » she leant her head against his shoulder, hand reaching out to give him a quick tap on the tip of his nose. « you know what, parrish ? you need to stop asking questions and start looking for solutions. we’ll just pick the lock. duh. » 

“How do people actually know how to do that? You're up to some bad shit, aren’t you, Greene?” Henry didn’t know exactly where they were going but he was practically carrying all of Lia’s weight as they slipped past corridors and traipsed up stairways. “Clearly, you’re bad influence. And a huge pain. Remind me again why I hang out with you.”

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noblc‌:

             “because you absolutely adore and worship me. that’s why!” she laughed, her head emerging from being buried in a stranger’s neck. “plenty of that here, salviati. you just have to know where to look.” traces of white powder on the man’s clavicle and some left on her nostril meant only one thing: she’d snorted coke. she hopped off of the man’s lap, one leg at a time, wiped her nose & sauntered off to stand in front of her designated babysitter. “i know something we can do for fun.” she smirked at him, fixing the collar of his shirt.

“So sure of ourselves, are we?” The promise of fun matched with her tone, set a craving for chaos at the back of his throat. “Whatever it is, no,” he gingerly took her hands off of his collar. His tone sounded so sure and so resolute, but he knew it wouldn’t take much for him to say yes. “Listen here, diavolita. I agreed to come with you under the condition that you won’t give me a headache and you won’t get both of us in trouble with your brother.” A faint grimace appeared on his face, realizing just how much he sounded like Alistair just then. Where ever did his devil-may-care attitude go? “I already let you have your fun for the night.” He swiped a finger over the remaining residue on her nostril she failed to wipe off. “So try and behave, now.” 

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noblc‌:

              “ dios mío ! ” she squealed. startled as she watched him stumble due ( to what she observed was ) his intoxicated state. maybe the alcohol in his system was messing with his head, that was the logical explanation she was clinging to. once she shook of the feeling shock, she went over to his side, in an attempt to help him with his balance. “ i look like her ? vigo, i am her. what are you talking about ? ” he reeked of liquor, this man was definitely her cousin. 

“No!” Vigo sharply recoiled from the other person’s touch. All of a sudden, he seemed hypersensitive of everything that was happening around him. His heart was racing. Sweat was beading up on his forehead. The music pounded in his ears. Everything and everyone around him seemed to glitch, splitting and warping, constantly shifting from moving to not at all. God, did he take one too many drugs tonight? “Listen, you, whoever you are. Clara is dead. Stop this nonsense, immediately. It isn’t funny. Per favore.” And then he was blundering up and away from the hallucination of his deceased cousin on two very unstable feet.

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sybvrites‌:

“ well, all men can’t be as wonderful as you, ” she knew that most reactions to her experience would be to say precisely what henry did, but perhaps her naïveté only made her feel bad for men who weren’t like her date. “ pretending i’m dead… ” gaia fought a smirk as she thought about someone she knew who’d done just that and now seemed to be paying the price for it. “ i’m certainly not dating someone more impassioned, nor alluring, but i could fake it. want to take a photo with me for my instagram ? i’m sure he’ll believe it with proof. ”

Despite his attempts to bite back the huge smile forming on his face and his utter belief he wasn’t anywhere near living up to being wonderful, a small smirk still graced his features at Gaia’s remark. “If it will help get you out of this extremely dire situation, then I’d be more than happy to!” The enthusiasm in his voice and in his features failed to miss a single beat, but then he was suddenly self-conscious about how he looked. To him, he looked pretty average with his perpetually disheveled hair and constant look of despair, but he was sure people in Oxford had higher standards that reduced him to nothing more than mediocre. “Does my hair look alright? Do I not look like complete garbage? Should I- Should I just smile? Make a peace sign? No, that’s not exactly alluring, is it? How do- how do people who date take photos? I’m completely uneducated.” 

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sybvrites‌:

“ it was the worst date imaginable, ” she stressed as she stirred her tea absentmindedly. it wasn’t hard for gaia to be absolutely shocked, but some people truly had the ability to take her speech, this man was definitely one. “ he assumed that i am a virgin, and then said ‘ if adriana lima lost her v card at twenty-seven, then i’m sure you’ll be fine. ’ and then he winked at me. ” it was hardly a crime, the way he’d spoken, but it certainly wasn’t inspiring any true love, and anyone who referred to her innocence as a ‘ v card ’ was certainly not getting a second date. “ now please say you’ll help me write a message saying i’d rather not go on another date. ”

“As the internet would say, uh, ‘men are trash,’” he mused, momentarily raising his head from an assignment. “All of us are complete pigs, I apologize.” His brows furrowed for a bit before he cracked a smile. “Well, you could you know, go a, forward and direct, and straight up say you’re not interested; b, barrage him with a stream of lethal insults; or c, ignore him until he gets tired of bugging you.” Out of habit, the end of his pen drummed against his notebook on the table. “If that doesn’t work out, you could always go for d, pretending you’re dead,” a brief pause, “or at least, pretending you’re dating someone more, how do I say this, impassioned? Alluring?”

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cvnturion‌:

              « we could get caught, » she repeats, her tone a poor attempt at mimicking his. « i’m disappointed. do you really think i’m that much of an uncoordinated drunk ? i’ll have you know i’ve had 2 - nay, three - glasses of wine - and i am feeling absolutely stellar, thank you. » and point seemingly disproven by her inability to stand upright. « no trouble. tell me what you want and i’ll fix it, on the condition that’s rosé, because that’s all i have in my bag.» 

henry only responded to her attempt to mock him with a derisive expression that contorted his features, as he stood. he didn’t really need to express any sort of disagreement to her statements. her actions were enough to disprove all of them. “damn, i was thinking of capri-suns, but i guess that’d do.” there was really no choice for henry but to go with whatever lia had in mind ever since this conversation started. he wrapped an arm around her waist to steady her up. “next problem: how on earth are we getting up there?” 

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cvnturion‌:

                love. the second the word slipped past the barrier formed by his lips, lia felt herself having to battle the blood rushing to her cheeks. « first of all, » she almost hummed, her slight intoxication seemingly drawing out every syllable. « he won’t. last i checked, he had plans. » the last word, plans (read: plans with his girlfriend) practically dripping with spite. « and secondly: so what ? you’re not scared of him, are you ?» 

“hardly,” a small smile played along the corners of his lips at the remark. there were a few things that frightened him, but none of them were as expendable as human beings. “is it so bad to be concerned of the consequences of you getting caught fraternizing with me?” the smile faded. why did he care so much anyway? if they get caught, he’d easily find someone else to hang out and have fun with. but if honesty was something he could achieve, then he could admit that that idea just now tasted bitter in his mouth. a small shake of a head coupled with a sigh was all it took to dismiss the whole internal debate. “fine, then. i’ll get the drinks. i’ll meet you there in a few. can your inebriated ass manage?” 

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noblc‌:

         the lights flashed from time to time, disorienting most faces she met in this place, but she could never mistake that accent. “sweetheart?” odd, considering her cousin was never one for calling her any variety of endearing terms. “ay, you’re always so silly, vi. you already know my name.” she laughs, nevertheless deciding to play along with whatever gimmick this was. “but, fine. it’s clara, clara luna. piacere di conoscerla.” she held out a hand in courtesy.

Despite most of her words flying over his intoxicated head, Vigo, impressively, caught her name. “Clara,” he repeated, a smug smile spreading across his lips. “Funny, that’s my cousin’s name. May her soul re-” A flash of light flickered across the other’s face, and Vigo quite literally flew backwards into a crowd of people, effectively knocking them over. A slip of sobriety knocked some sense into him. “Che cavolo. You- you look just like her, too.” Even through the dimness of the room, the horror was fairly evident in Vigo’s features.

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“Well, this party’s exceptionally unremarkable. Remind me why I agreed to go again?” Vigo crossed his arms over his chest, a look of disgust evidently painted on his features. He has been in this party for roughly half an hour, and just about nothing sparked even a minuscule amount of amusement in him. “Music’s tacky, alcohol’s cheap, drugs are nowhere to be found, and nothing illegal’s happening. Jesus. Is this a children’s party or just what poor people do for fun?” 

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“I have six essays to write, four reports to do, and two exams to study for, and all I’ve done today is take three naps and eat a burrito. Obviously, the only way out of this predicament is to run away from my problems and get smashed.” Henry laughed nervously, and running a hand through his already disheveled hair, downed the remaining contents of his glass. It was only Tuesday night, and he felt like he was quite literally falling apart. “I’m sorry. I’m being too chatty, aren’t I? Would you like a drink?”

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aksdfjnsdfkad i’ll get to replying to the other starters and posting ones for my characters as well, tonight when i get home!!

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cvnturion‌:

𝔬𝔭𝔢𝔫 𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔯𝔱𝔢𝔯 

               « ah, don’t make that face, » the blonde all but  p o u t e d, practically tugging at the other’s sleeve. it was a friday evening, and much to her dismay, nothing exciting had happened yet. « we’re just gonna sneak up to the college roof to have a drink. what’s the worst that could happen ? come on —-  »  

“well, uh, for one, we could get caught, and suffer punishment. two, in your inebriation, you could fall forty-feet, hit your head, and possibly die. and three, i have to clean up the mess, and i’m not good with blood and guts,” and yet despite his words, henry knew tonight would still end with them up in the roof and him possibly slipping through corridors to get a highly intoxicated lia back in her room without getting caught. he can’t quite recall a single time he said no to her. "fine. but you bring the drinks.”

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noblc‌:

         had it not been for the ceaseless prodding of her new found friends ( and her innate naivety ), she would’ve been in bed, getting some much needed⏤and prescribed⏤rest. not in a club, being smothered by bodies clashing into each other, as she attempted to pass through them. once she popped out of the human maze that was the dance floor, she wound up bumping into someone and effectively knocking out the drink in their hand. “oh dear,” she gasped. “i’m sorry. i-i didn’t mean to. i’ll get you another d-drink.” @clvndestines

“Che palle!” A slip of Italian lashed out of his tongue as the glass shattered against the hardwood flooring. The displeasure was evident in his voice, but his features quickly shifted into delight as he lifted his gaze to the female. His inebriation substantially muddled his vision, and for most of the night, he has been flirting with just about every girl in the room and trying to get them into bed with him. “I’ll take that drink, any day, sweetheart. But tonight, I’d rather have your name.”

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cvnturion‌:

𝔬𝔭𝔢𝔫 𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔯𝔱𝔢𝔯 

               « ah, don’t make that face, » the blonde all but  p o u t e d, practically tugging at the other’s sleeve. it was a friday evening, and much to her dismay, nothing exciting had happened yet. « we’re just gonna sneak up to the college roof to have a drink. what’s the worst that could happen ? come on —-  »  

“oh, i’m down for a good time, love. you know i always am.” much like her, vigo was disconcerted over the fact that a friday night felt so arid. “my only concern is why it has to be up the roof. honestly, i like the idea, if i might say so myself,” he turned to face ophelia, face coming up a little to close to hers, and voice suddenly lurid, “but can you imagine your brother chancing upon us having a little too much fun up there?”