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roshan daniels, josh heuston, professional athlete theodora "theo" gable, madchen amick, actress
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cooper adjusted the earpiece, fingers brushing it like he might tune the noise out along with the voices coming through it. he should’ve walked and left it alone and gone back to his post. instead, he circled back to her, settling into place with his hands folded neatly in front of him — posture clean, composed, the picture of something official. “ma’am,” he greeted, tone clipped and proper. “just doin’ a standard sweep. makin’ sure everyone’s where they’re meant to be.”
a half-smile tugged at his mouth, brief and almost apologetic as his eyes flicked to the drink in her hand, then back to her face. he reached up, muting his earpiece with a practiced tap. “i really shouldn’t,” he admitted, voice dropping a notch, less guard dog and more man for a second. his hand slipped into the inner breast pocket of his jacket, pulling out a pen and a small, slightly bent notepad — nothing fancy, just something he kept on him.
“but—” he huffed, almost embarrassed now, “my sister’s a fan. loves your movies.” he held it out, pen already uncapped, gaze steady but softer than before. “mind signin’ somethin’ for her?”
theo is no stranger to security systems, human or technology. like with most things, human is always better and not just because she trusts a living, breathing thing to protect faster than a computer. even after her fame really blossomed, theo was always striking up conversations with bodyguards and security details, pulling them into conversations when they should have been doing their jobs. she didn't grow up in hollywood like a lot of her counterparts, so maybe it was just her always craving some sense of normality, a connection to people that weren't blinded by daily glitz and glamour. she feels that familiar tug now, perceiving some form of kindness behind the professionalism.
"weddings must be a lot of work for you. i get it, emotions tend to run high at these things," she muses, referencing her own emotions as much as those closer to the bride and groom. "and i don't mean to question the expert here, but shouldn't you be a little more worried about the bathrooms and bedrooms upstairs than this little corner? i'd bet quite an affair could be had if somebody wanted to sneak away. not that i'm implying anyone here capable of such scandal." she grins, ignoring his attempt to focus on the job even before the notebook comes out.
she looks down at the pen and pad, lifts the glass back to her lips, studying him over the rim for a few seconds. "i'll make you a deal," she says at last. "you take a little break to keep me company, and your sister gets my autograph. deal?" and then, because she can't help herself, "even pose for a selfie if you're up for it."
⋆ 𓂃 𝐇𝐈𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 people doesn't ordinarily strike anyone as a trait that elias embodies , but this much social interaction would drive just about any extrovert to the point of madness . finding a space to breathe became a hassle in and of itself - enough that he's allowed himself this one last conversation before he says his polite goodbyes .
“ sounds like you're living your own personal hell here , too , ” he sighs , leaning against the balcony . an invitation accepted , but not quite sure how friendly . “ got anyone grilling you about marriage ? ” doesn't realize the weight his question brings , brushing it off as sarcasm .
theo realizes she has little reason to complain, surrounded by beautiful people (some of them even talented too) in a beautiful house, but if life has taught her anything, it's that beauty rarely lasts. wishing the newly betrothed couple happiness is one thing. believing it could actually happen? another entirely. the actress mulls over those thoughts longer than the question asked, eyes refocusing as she comes back to the present, the moment with this person in front of her now. "not yet, but the night is young," she replies, aiming for a joke herself. "let's just say i've tried on a wedding dress or two," or fourteen. "what has you feeling hellish about tonight?"
when: the reception where: magnolia noire with: currently open
hiding in a corner is theodora gable, a truly uncharacteristic sight. the corner is actually a spot in front of glass french doors that open out onto a balcony, but she stays tucked inside for now, staring at the little bit of spanish moss she can see on the exterior from here. expression is more forlorn than even she realizes, but the movie star is too busy reminiscing on a different time in her life. several different times. if any of her failed engagements had succeeded, a wedding like this could have been hers. catches a glimpse of what looks like someone turning to flee and cuts her gaze to them, speaking up to stop them. "hey, don't go running off just because of me. i'm not usually this damn melodramatic at weddings," she fibs about the last bit. theo is nothing if not melodramatic sometimes. "i wouldn't mind the company if you don't mind staying, promise."
open to all, accepting.
the champagne is warm. she doesn’t stop drinking it. she leans against the table like it’s the only thing holding her up, glass loose in her hand, thumb dragging slowly along the stem. her gaze moves without urgency, passing over faces, catching on nothing. she feels it, though. the looking. “ if you’re going to stare, ” she sighs, “ at least be honest about it. ” a sip. her eyes lift just enough to meet someone’s, detached, void. “ or pick something else. ”
"sorry," comes the response, and it sounds as genuine as he means it. he doesn't, not even a little bit. ro has been to at least a dozen weddings similar to this one. a southern castle, a southern hill, a southern man gaining access to a love he does not deserve through legalities of one kind or the other. the familiarity of it all would have him staring at still flies on a solid white wall. at least she's more engaging on the eyes. "i was just admiring how thrilled you look to be here," he comments, offering a smile to see if she will at least return it.
⌗ 𝗼𝗽𝗲𝗻𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗍𝖾𝗋 , a balcony of magnolia noire .
⎯⎯ feels like this is the first time today she's found herself at a standstill in all sense of the word . to the naked eye , she looks pristine , not a wrinkle on her dress or a hair out of place despite the fact that today has bore such a harsh weight on her shoulders . everything had to be perfect , the silverware , the linens , each menu item thoughtfully curated to reflect the kind of indisputable prestige the quill name carried ⸺ an unmistakable image she had been entrusted to uphold on one of their most special of days . " sorry , i'll be back in just a second . . . i was just stepping out for some air , " assumes the steps behind her are those of one of her staff , whom she'd asked to bring any issues to her attention discreetly , and to take care of them just the same . tightness in her chest just barely loosens its grip when she turns to find that the person behind her wasn't the bearer of bad news she'd been awaiting ever since she woke this morning . " oh , thank god . . . " relief in her voice is audible , shoulders dropping just as features soften . " i think by the end of the tonight i'll have sprouted enough grey hairs to qualify for an early bird special at the diner , " teases , though sure her mirror will show it's rooted in truth . " did you just come from inside ? do the happy couple seem . . . happy ? " ( accepting )
though not a fan of the groom himself, roshan's parents are enmeshed in the same social circle as silas quill, particularly his father, anthony daniels, a bastard in his own right. something different about this party is the bride. for a while, forever visited his parents' house more than ro ever did. to clean it, obviously. no one that understated would go the daniels property on anything but business. then again, nobody expected the understated forever lockhart to marry richie rich himself. but more important than any of that? ro never misses a chance to drink and be merry.
roshan laughs at the question. "happy with each other? shit, i'll bet the old guy is plenty happy. he's punchin' up, isn't he? as for the new and improved mrs. quill, i wouldn't call that happiness. more like security." he makes no effort to hide the amusement he finds in all of this. the alcohol he's consumed definitely helps. never having to question his own security, that helps more. "why don't you take a break? a real one. put your feet up, have a drink. you'd be surprised what a little bit of whiskey can do for the stress." this isn't advice he would ever give for his own professional life, but things are always different in briar bend, where he can pretend not to fight for perfection on the ice.
RACHEL GATINA ONE TREE HILL ( 2003 - 2012 )
spotted drifting through briar bend lately is theodora “theo” gable, the forty two year old virgo. they're kind of the type that tends to linger a little too long in conversations at the magnolia room. if you ask around town, someone will tell you they always order their french 75, wear their cartier baignoire watch, and carry themselves like the regretful romantic — though whether that confidence is earned or carefully rehearsed depends entirely on who you ask. their friends insist they’re more devoted than intense, but critics around briar bend have a different story, usually involving opening her door to lost causes. of course, in a town where family names are older than most of the buildings and everyone knows exactly which gates lead to which estate, people tend to keep their secrets tucked away where no one can find them. unfortunately for theodora, the whispers circling their name lately seem to suggest she has a reputation for starting fights on set and can't seem to book a new role — and when the thorn starts circling, it usually means those whispers are about to get a lot louder.
spotted drifting through briar bend lately is roshan daniels, the twenty nine year old capricorn. they're kind of the type that tends to linger a little too long in conversations at the old quarry. if you ask around town, someone will tell you they always order their iced americano, wear their old leather jacket with the broken zipper, and carry themselves like the facade — though whether that confidence is earned or carefully rehearsed depends entirely on who you ask. friends insist they’re more easygoing than stoic, but critics around briar bend have a different story, usually involving ignoring calls as much as he does his own promises. of course, in a town where family names are older than most of the buildings and everyone knows exactly which gates lead to which estate, people tend to keep their secrets tucked away where no one can find them. unfortunately for ro, the whispers circling their name lately seem to suggest he found out his father was having an affair and used it as leverage to stop his parents from disinheriting him — and when the thorn starts circling, it usually means those whispers are about to get a lot louder.
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