# ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ : ... a dependent, multi - muse blog written exclusively for ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ !
๐ซง penned and adored by ren ( twenty5 + they / she )
โก ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ , dua lipa fc , 28 , lounge singer & radio dj .
โก ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ , harry styles fc , 28 , florist .
โก ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ , emma mackey fc , 27 , librarian .
โก ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ , ritu arya fc , 31 , collectibles store owner .
โก ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ , danny pudi fc , 41 , detective .
it was so easy to love the male sitting before her. his personality, the way one felt automatically at ease around him, his charisma. however, not having that love returned was something that indi found herself trying to adapt to. she was not the kind of woman to lay her heart on the line especially since she knew she had never been the only person he had been seeing physically. she had had her heart broken once before and had just mended the pieces back together. she knew she would not survive him breaking her heart. that had been why indi had ended the situationship between them before she got too far over her head. " and where is this person tonight ? " her words were one of reluctance as the english born woman truly did not wish to hear about his love woes. " pinot noir. i have always been a fan of a red and i definitely deserve it after today. "
๐ฐ๐๐ฟ๐๐ฒ ย ๐๐ต๐ฒ ย ๐๐๐๐ฝ๐ถ๐ฑ ย ๐ฎ๐น๐ฎ๐ฟ๐บ ย ๐ฐ๐น๐ผ๐ฐ๐ธ ย , ย but ย could ย she ย truly ย blame ย it ย ? ย no ย . ย she'd ย thrown ย the ย thing ย towards ย the ย wall ย . ย of ย course ย it ย wasn't ย going ย to ย wake ย her ย anymore ย . ย she ย couldn't ย even ย snooze ย the ย thing ย , ย it ย was ย well ย and ย truly ย dead ย and ย what ย did ย she ย do ย ? ย she ย didn't ย get ย up ย โธป ย she ย simply ย tugged ย the ย thick ย comforter ย over ย her ย head ย . ย forty ย minutes ย later ย ย , ย she ย was ย pulling ย on ย frankies ย oldย ย telluride ย police ย branded ย sweatshirt ย , ย well ย worn ย and ย her ย favourite ย as ย she ย climbed ย into ย the ย vehicle ย . ย " ย yeah ย , ย yeah ย , ย yeah ย ! ย " ย muttered ย as ย she ย rubs ย at ย eyes ย . ย " ย can ย we ย go ย get ย breakfast ย first ย , ย chief ย won't ย mind ย , ย yeah ย ? ย " ย she ย questions ย , ย as ย if ย she ย didn't ย ask ย the ย same ย thingย ย every ย single ย morning ย .ย
"spaghetti, sit!" she exclaimed, holding a treat high above the dog's nose. "sit!" the beagle did nothing, staring up at summer with those big, brown, puppy-dog eyes of hers. they almost looked sad, but summer knew better. she was being conned. "...spaghetti, completely ignore mommy if you want a treat!" she said, which the pup absolutely complied with. summer relented and passed the meaty dog treat to her, watching as she chomped down on it enthusiastically. "see?" she asked the person who'd been watching the two of them amusedly. "she totally does listen to me."
status: open ( 0 / 5 )
setting: telluride dog park
๐ซ๐ฐ๐ซ they have a dog ?? no. did they actively search for someone who needed a dog - walker so they could go to the dog park and watch all the dogs ? absolutely. iced coffee teetering dangerously on the armrest, logan sat perched on a bench while henry, the bulldog they brought with them, furiously sniffed a patch of grass nearby. the interaction before them had them holding back a laugh, and they couldn't help but grin. " your dog's name is spaghetti ?? " their tone full of wonder, akin to a crazed fan meeting their favorite celebrity. a laugh from deep in their chest; " that's bloody amazing. pasta fans unite, right ?? "
๐๐ต๐ฒ ย ๐น๐ถ๐๐๐น๐ฒ ย ๐ฏ๐ฒ๐น๐น ย ๐ฎ๐ฏ๐ผ๐๐ฒ ย ๐๐ต๐ฒ ย door ย chimes ย , ย five ย more ย minutes ย he ย told ย himself ย , ย five ย more ย minutes ย ย of ย no ย customers ย and ย he'd ย close ย up ย early ย for ย the ย weekend ย , ย and ย of ย course ย , ย like ย always ย someone ย walked ย through ย the ย doors ย . ย " ย if ย you're ย looking ย for ย mirrors ย ย , ย they're ย in ย the ย very ย back ย , ย furniture ย towards ย the ย front ย . ย " ย tone ย soft ย , ย easily ย heard ย through ย the ย quietness ย , ย " ย anything ย else ย though ย , ย just ย ask ย . ย "
๐จ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ฏ, taking in the dusty smell, " the art of providing the most mind - blowing night of ... some beautiful stranger's life has unfortunately, " he stood with hands on his hips, looking at the floor, almost ashamed, almost proud, " resulted in a broken nightstand. so i'm searching for something preferably not horrendous ... maybe mahogany, or i could do cedar at the very least. โ modern pieces are always so ... " he gestured, flopping his hand around with a face of disdain, " flimsy. i need something with emotional weight. character, but also class. i'd also probably kill for a drawer that doesnโt stick, and overall just something that wonโt end up betraying me during moments of pure physical animalism. do you, " his hand lifted vaguely, gesturing towards the shelves, brown eyes skimming, " stock that kind of thing ? "
" ๐พ๐ฏ๐ถ๐จ๐จ๐จ, "ย ย eastย ย mused,ย ย pausingย ย inย ย theย ย doorwayย ย withย ย aย ย plateย ย ofย ย way - too - syrupy pancakesย ย andย ย noย ย shoes or shirt,ย ย brown locksย ย stillย ย a bitย ย messyย ย fromย ย sleep and other activities.ย ย there was aphrodite, tangled in his sheets wearing only his faded yellow smiley face hoodie, " that's okay, you can have it. youย ย lookย ย like ...ย ย aย ย dreamย ย iย ย hadย ย once,ย ย exceptย ย prettier. "ย ย heย ย wanderedย ย inย ย slowly, seemingly in his typical state of spaced out, as if the two hadn't just had one of the wildest nights he'd had in awhile.ย ย " iย ย broughtย ย youย ย breakfast.ย ย andย ย iย ย thinkย ย aย ย flower ?ย ย berlioz might've taken it somewhere though because i don't have it anymore. "ย ย heย ย glancedย ย downย ย atย ย theย ย toastย ย likeย ย itย ย mightย ย explainย ย something, perching himself on the side of the bed, tattooed knees tucked up towards equally inked chest.ย
romy was born in a lil artsy suburb in north carolina !!! mom was / is a pianist and dad kinda disappeared rly early on. music always was ringing through the house.. it has been a HUGE part of romy's life from basically the beginning
at age 16, she got discovered at a local open mic night,, and by age 17, she had moved out to la !!! following her biggest passion in life: music ,,, given the stage name, marlowe, romes was touring the world by 19 !!!
her early twenties were like,, so chaotic โ interviews, tour buses, hotel rooftops, crying in $400 dresses and kissing people she didnโt quite know how to love
she was loud, and alive, and everywhere !!!! the kind of fame that buzzes under your skin ,,, and GOD she misses it, even if sheโll never admit it out loud !
after getting suddenly dropped for seemingly no reason by her label,, it was basically radio silence for romy. like her whole career and life was like,,,, boom, gone ... and she ended up in telluride !! doing TRULY all she can to stay close to her passion
she has an incredibly curated aesthetic ( something she's SO proud of ) but swears sheโs low-maintenance ( she's not LMAO )
ans she alwaysalwaysalways keeps lipgloss, a container of body glitter, pepper spray, and a flash drive of unreleased demos in her bag, just in case <333