just like heaven

spinning on that dizzy edge kissed her face and kissed her head dreamed of all the different ways i had to make her glow "why are you so far away?", she said "why won't you ever know that i'm in love with you? that i'm in love with you?"

[dizzyedgc]

DIZZYEDGC a dependent multi-muse blog for boroughshq 

✶ anavieve de leon

✶ cerrus belfour

✶ gideon chowdhury

[visionspiral]

Bijan smiled. He didn’t know too many people who had the library as a second home, but he’d always appreciated those people, whether it was because they needed warmth or because they enjoyed the company of books, for knowledge or for pleasure (or both), he simply could not help gravitating towards those people. He chuckled at the answer. Cold was very relatable. Bijan’s foot hurt far more in this weather than it did over the summer, but he kept walking. “Also cold,” he replied. “I’m not sure if I don’t hate the winter, but at least the cold makes me eager for it to be summer again. And it’s been steadily getting busier, usually the winter periods leave me with a lot of research to be done, after all, it’s when more people get sick.” And WHO was most interested in research being done with real case-studies. “Things are always a lot more quiet during the winter, aren’t they?” 

[dizzyedgc]

“things are so much quieter in the winter,” gideon agreed, nodding his head. “i think that’s why i’m so fond of it,” while shy, gideon wasn’t entirely reserved or friendless - despite that being contrary to popular belief as of late - gideon did, however, have a preference for quiet spaces more often than not. he was still perfectly capable of making the most noise when the right time came along - being a musician, after all - but that just wasn’t gideon’s most present and apparent side. “but i always do find myself missing the better weather and the busier times by the end of it,” he admitted. “i suppose that’s the best thing about the different seasons; you’re never stuck in just one forever, and change can definitely be good, necessary, even,” it might have been a bit too obvious that his words were something he was trying to get himself to believe in, that change was necessary, and not always a bad thing. 

[poetrysings]

vi: sounds like you talk from experience, do you enjoy performing in general, or is this only the love you have for d&d speaking?

vi: you could say I've grown a thick skin when it comes to performing to and for blank faces, but I do agree it's a difficult task. sounds like you need to find a party filled with performers. you've ever lead a campaign? that's how they call them, right?

vi: I don't mind the multiple messages if you don't either, they make more sense in my head than reading everything contained in one big message, there's more structure that way and it's easier to respond to every idea, but I don't mind either way :) plus I like the multiple little sounds they make

vi: you are cruel, but fair. I still need to find a way to call you when the old lady who usually talks to me on my coffee run asks who I'm talking to, I just saw her come in so I better start thinking of a nickname. dm? dm hammer? /the/ wizard? she'd like that, she is a wizard of oz fan.

[dizzyedgc]

cerrus: d&d isn’t the only kind of performance that i love or have been a part of, but i think it’s the only kind i’m still passionate about right now

cerrus: campaign is right

cerrus: i’ve never dmed a campaign myself

cerrus: dmed meaning be the dungeon master, the one who runs it (sorry if you know this already and i’m overexplaining, i don’t doubt your knowledge but also didn’t want to be that guy who says a bunch of shit that you don’t understand as if you’re meant to know everything about everything you know???)

cerrus: my oldest brother used to run campaigns for all of us growing up though, and i’ve always wanted to myself but never got the chance

cerrus: i’m glad you’re chill with the multiple messages, the structure also makes the most sense to me, and it’s easier to just thought dump rather that type it all out in one go lmao

cerrus: obviously the only right answer is the wizard, like cmon, how am i meant to pass that up as a nickname???

cerrus: the wizard of oz is great btw

[asa--holland]

He watches her take a look at it, nodding along. He's been to a few flea markets and antique sales but Asa doesn't usually talk much at them. Walks around, shyly asks to buy things. Takes them home. He's trying to branch out more, as the weather's nicer today and more people are out and about. "It just feels a bit... too much like it could just be colored glass." He chuckles sheepishly. "I don't normally buy things to resell, but. If it's something pretty I could hang somewhere nice in my flat..." The pendant looks more like costume jewelry than anything, a bit gaudy to wear. But Asa has other plans anyways.

[dizzyedgc]

“it probably is just coloured glass,” she confirmed his suspicions, taking only a few moments longer with her inspection before coming to that conclusion herself with certainty. “yeah, i think you’re right,” anavieve told him, placing the item back down on its table where it belonged. “it’s not always about selling real pieces, though. as long as someone’s not claiming it’s real and high quality and asking for an arm and a leg in price,” she said with a shrug, thinking back to the many scams of similar nature that she had pulled off herself. “it’s still pretty,” she concluded; while it wasn’t particularly her taste, she could still admire such an extravagant, shiny piece of decoration. 

[asa--holland]

Location: Brooklyn Flea Market Status: Open!

Getting out of his apartment had been no small feat. Between a splitting headache from the past few days, a client deadline, and the ever-present warmth and companionship of 5 needy cats who would be content to sit in his lap forever, Asa had found himself enjoying his reclusive, almost hermit-like life as of late. But even someone like him needs fresh air.

The table he stands in front of has a wide variety of old jewelry that's impressively priced. "Do you... think any of this is actually real?" The Irishman can't help but ask as one tattooed hand holds his iced coffee and the other reaches out to pick up a pendant with what looks to be some type of sapphire on gold filigree. "Costume jewelry was so popular... and it almost looks like glass." He tilts it to try to see sun through it, then holds it out to the person beside him.

[dizzyedgc]

anavieve had always been a big fan of flea markets; even in the midst of the most chaotic childhood, her uncle had always periodically made time to take her and her cousin to flea markets - amongst other places - and those outings still had a special place in anavieve's heart, even if she had to go it alone now. she stood similarly to the other with a drink in her hand, eyes focused on picking out good pieces, though her focus was completely taken up by asa the second he asked her if she thought the pieces were real. this was something anavieve could certainly help with. "may i look?" she asked, holding her free hand out to take the one asa was inspecting. "a lot of it isn't, typically, or it's real but like not worth anything," she began to explain. "but sometimes - just sometimes - you find some really insane pieces. gotta play it cool when that happens though, you know?" she rambled.

[maccaulayblake]

Who: Open. (@bhqextras) Where: Glow, Brooklyn

The power was going out on and off but the place was still riding on, for a Tuesday with expected bad weather the Drag Queens still showed and Glow drew a decent-sized crowd. The show must go on - as was the theme of the night, and lucky enough (for now) the generator was proving a worthy investment. Was it smart? No, probably not. Was he out there shoveling the main entrance every half hour? Also no. That much was clear when he stepped outside. Left with minimal staff, choosing to stay or go much earlier. The snow still beating down as hard as it was a couple hours ago when one of the only few people within eyesight came near, catcalling out "Ow ow, lookin' fucking fly. Fly and frozen. Should come in...strong drinks. Got a generator..."

[dizzyedgc]

cerrus' logic made perfect sense in his own mind, but it was also a train of thought that he was confident that others would completely agree with, too. the weather was shocking, not the kind anyone would want to be walking in, and so surely his ubering services would be high in demand, right? unfortunately, he was wrong. it seemed to cerrus like every resident of new york decided to stay in tonight, a position that cerrus envied, but had given up in hopes of a few extra bucks. frustrated and cold, cerrus found himself outside of glow mostly unknowingly, stepping outside of his car for just a moment to stretch his legs after a very slow and snowy drive.

he was thinking about if it was even safe to be driving on the road under these conditions when he heard another's voice; his head snapped up from the gaze he had previously held on the icy road, and he recognised his company ever so vaguely - had he given him a ride or something before? "frozen is right," he agreed with a laugh mixed with a shiver. "i don't know, though, i was trying to get some work but..." he looked around. it would have been better to stay at home after all. "guess i could justify a drink by telling myself that it's to not have wasted my time out here."

[tctteredwings]

for: @bhqextras location: kitty & brew, brooklyn, just after nightfall

After the snow had begun to fall, the coffee shop had pretty much turned to complete chaos, a constant stream of people hunting for somewhere warm to get a drink ( and the added bonus of cats for company helped, too, of course ). Leo was used to a busy day, of course he was, but he wasn't quite so used to so many people turning up without some kind of prior booking, which meant it had been non-stop since midmorning right through to nightfall.

He was in the process of tidying up the place ready to close, a few stragglers enjoying the last of their drinks, when without warning the power went out, plunging the shop into darkness. Naturally, there was a pause, hushed murmurs, and the sound of pottery and spoons clattering, and then instinctively he called out, "No one move. The cats." A second later he'd switched on the torch on his phone, doing a quick sweep of the room and those remaining. "We have a generator, be right back..." And then he disappeared through the doors into the back. The power wouldn't last very long, but it would help for now.

[dizzyedgc]

to see anavieve around animals who were well cared for was a much rarer sight than seeing her around the strays in her neighbourhood. in all honesty, she would prefer to make her own cup of coffee and sit out in the alley with the mangey ownerless cats compared to spending her time in kitty & brew, but that wasn't because she had anything against the place. in fact, anavieve thought the place was perfectly fine, and she even happened to find herself in the midst of the storm as she thought they might be able to help her.

unfortunately her plans were turned completely upside down almost the second she stepped foot into the establishment. "oh crap," she sighed, though her words were almost completely lost in the sounds coming from every other person - and cat - in the joint. upon hearing leo make his announcement, however, she knew not all was lost. as quick as a whip, anavieve pulled her phone out of her pocket, and she turned her flashlight on. keeping leo's warning in mind, she moved across the store with cat like reflexes and movements herself, avoiding bringing harm to any of the furry creatures on her way. "you work here?" she asked. "if you give me a second of your time i can help you with the generator, you know, hold the torch and stuff," she offered.

[karaya-cordova]

♡ For: @bhqextras ♡ Location: An elevator somewhere in NY ♡ Time of day: Early evening

It had been snowing all day, and between the snow, the traffic, the disappointing Craigslist listing, and now the fact that his pants were damp from a slip in a patch of ice, he was certain this may have been the worst day off anyone could ever take. Getting into the elevator, he gave a small nod to the only other occupant before adjusting the pizza boxes in his hands and hitting the button for his friend’s floor. While the day had been nothing short of a disaster, he was not about to let it ruin his night. No, instead, he decided he would catch up with an old friend and eat some good pizza which was something he had really missed while living out in California because as hard as they tried, California pizza just didn’t compare.

He looked up as the numbers on the floors ticked by before the elevator came to a halt as the power went out. “Oh no.” His tone was not so much panicked as it was exasperated, because this was the last thing he needed today. Milo adjusted the boxes he held again so he could take out the small flashlight he kept in his bag for emergencies. Turning it on, he looked at the various buttons and signage in the elevator before spotting what he needed. With a sigh, he pressed the emergency call button only to find out after answering numerous questions that there were power outages all over the city and it would be a while before anyone could get to them. Sighing again, he turned to look at his companion. “You hungry?” If he was going to be trapped here, he was at least going to eat something.

[dizzyedgc]

her cousin would be worried sick, anavieve knew that, but she was also confident that this last pitstop would be over within a matter of minutes. she had sworn to the other woman that her trip out into the storm would be a quick one, and while one thing led to another and extended the journey unexpectedly, anavieve knew that her cousin would understand and relax once she was back in their apartment safely waiting for the storm to pass. it would all be fine, unless something were to go wrong. "oh no," she repeated the other's words upon that something going wrong with almost comical timing.

"realised i was just about famished the second you walked in here, it smells good," she told him, chuckling despite her stress and the nerves that quickly crept up. it would all be okay, though, anavieve could get through this - she had certainly lived through worse before. "but surely we won't really be in here for this long, right?" she stepped over towards the elevator doors, trying to see if she could see anything through the crack - it was no good; not only would she not have had luck on a regular day, but with all of the lights out it was pitch black everywhere other than where her companion's light shone. regardless, anavieve knocked on the doors. "hello?" she called out. "if we stopped on a level, maybe someone could pry the doors open for us, you know?" she explained, before calling out a greeting once more. after a beat, she realised they were out of luck. "surely..." she began again, restless to get out, though as she accepted the truth of their situation, she trailed off.

[itshoneys]

location: Gideon's place when: on Friday night / during snowfall status: closed starter @dizzyedgc [ Gideon Chowdhury ]

—already dress to impress; in a lace up front mini black dress, her hair done in a half-up ponytail, slightly curled, she is sat comfortably on the couch, buried in the pillows, high heels forgotten somewhere by the entrance. her brown eyes are focused on the deep crimson liquid that falls divinely into her glass, and once she is satisfied with the quantity, Honey sets the bottle on the table. turning her full attention on her dear friend once more. If she can even call him that now; she has been going back and forth with him for what seems like forever —which in dramatic Honey time means probably ten minutes by now. “don’t give me that look, Gid…” she narrowed her eyes at him, contemplating whether throwing a pillow at his handsome face, for good measure, will help her case or not. regardless, her fingers toy with the edge of a throw pillow, whilst she sipped her wine; a generous sip. perhaps she would have better luck with a different, more direct approach?

“we gonna get you ready and fabulous, go out, meet so new people…” she winked at him. “come on…” she exclaimed as she set the glass on the table and stood up. “I am not taking no for an answer, you know that!” and if she had her mind set on something, she was really hard to sway; unless there was a better offer presented, yet staying in on a Friday night was not amongst her plans, especially since she had an invitation to a private, luxurious, high end event that they could go to and have tons of fun (aka drinks, food, and dance the night away).

[dizzyedgc]

it was no secret that gideon wasn't very outgoing, particularly not as outgoing as some of the friends that he had, the friends of similar personalities to honey for example. he was extremely capable of fun, in fact, he could even handle being in the spotlight when the right time came for it, but extroversion simply wasn’t in his nature. due to this, some mightn't have thought that gideon would make a very good friend to someone like honey, but in truth, gideon's introversion was reason for why the pair hit it off as they did. while unlikely, the friendship was extremely beneficial - even if gideon did take some persuading to go out and do anything with honey.

the back and forth was normal whenever honey was trying to convince her friend to go out - they both knew that. as of late, gideon had been winning their argument more than ever, staying home instead of joining in on the excitement, and that was only one of the thoughts that had gideon close to crumbling. "it has been a while..." he admitted, speaking of how long it had been since he had joined honey for some fun. "and i do know that you're serious when you say you're not taking no for an answer..." hesitation was still clear to hear in his voice, yet it was obvious that gideon was only moments away from agreeing. "alright," he finally said. "i'm not making any promises," he quickly disclosed, "but c'mon then, help me pick out an outfit."

[sweetnxthngs]

riva: it’s not mine but!

riva: how offended am i that you’re out there driving around other friends?

riva: and that I, your most important of friends, am not saved in your phone? For shame.

[dizzyedgc]

cerrus: it’s not personal i swear

cerrus: just trying to make a living

cerrus: and if it makes you feel any better, you’re the only one who i let choose the playlist

cerrus: not saving your contact ALSO isn’t personal i swear

cerrus: i haven’t come up with an excuse for that yet tho so give me a minute :)

[vandcrlylecrybaby]

marlon: first

marlon: the fuck does any of that mean

marlon: second

marlon: did you delete my number or never save it

marlon: i gotta see how how offended i am

[dizzyedgc]

cerrus: honestly it doesn’t even matter anymore cause this is enough to answer my question lmao

cerrus: to clear things up tho it’s a book for dungeons & dragons

cerrus: you know the game?

cerrus: and i’d never delete a contact dw dw

cerrus: but yeah maybe i didn’t save it, maybe i don’t save any contacts

cerrus: but maybe that's a reflection on my terrible organisation skills and not my feelings for the people i know

[vellichorbound]

jack: so i have a question.

jack: am i supposed to know what d&d is?

jack: surprise, it's not mine.

jack: i actually don't think i've ever been in your car, either.

jack: also it's jack.

jack: you stole my last dumpling two nights ago. if the name doesn't ring a bell, the crime bloody should.

[dizzyedgc]

cerrus: you don’t know what d&d is?

cerrus: in this economy?

cerrus: dungeons & dragons, you know the game? with elves and wizards and shit

cerrus: see, the name jack totally rings a bell, but now that you’re talking about stealing dumplings i’m starting to think that you don’t have my contact saved either and that you don’t know who i am

cerrus: stealing dumplings definitely doesn’t sound like me

[poetrysings]

vi: that is truly such a shame

vi: i always thought i'd be good at it, i would make my own costume, really act the part, you know? i'd be a maiden from scotland, nothing to my name but a goat and a little garden next to my little shack by day, gremlin with a quest to find greatness and a sorcerer to free me from this hex by night

vi: it's all good, but i don't know if i should give you my name just yet, i like the air of mystery this gives me. do i get to know yours?

[dizzyedgc]

cerrus: that sounds kinda neat ngl

cerrus: not only your character idea, but how it sounds like you'd be really into the roleplay part of the game

cerrus: it's really hard when you're the only performer at the table and the exchanges are limited to you, the dm, and the blank faces that ad nothing but more work for the dm

cerrus: not that i would ever judge someone for not being comfortable performing

cerrus: sorry maybe i should think through my messages a bit more before i keep sending you dozens of notifications. put it all in the one message instead, you know?

cerrus: not to send ANOTHER text right after saying that but alright, if you like the mystery maybe we should keep the mystery. you'll get my name when i get yours :)

[tctteredwings]

"Honestly, that's a relief..." was Oli's reply, a soft breath escaping him. The last thing he'd want was for anyone to force him anywhere and in the past that had definitely happened to him. Some people seemed to get a kick out of trying to push people out of their comfort zone and he'd never been happy there, not once. "Kinda makes me feel a little useless," he added after a moment. "That I can't push myself to do these things more often, but... I don't know. I just don't know." Confidence definitely wasn't one of his strong points.

[dizzyedgc]

cerrus understood what it was like to be forced into an unwanted situation, too, and while it wasn't something that he thought an awful lot about in the moment, not something that he took time to analyse, it was in his current day nature to try to avoid putting anyone else in a similarly unfortunate situation. particularly when he was sure that they could find other fun elsewhere, cerrus was never going to force oli into the activity - not even when he did think that it would be a good time. "i don't think you should feel useless;" cerrus' voice still contained its usual casualness, though it was laced with sincerity at the same time. "i think it can actually be quite harmful to put yourself in situations you don't thrive in just because others say you should, or make you feel like you should," he shrugged his shoulders, feeling somewhat bashful about getting too real, or too deep, but he felt it was important to show his friend support, particularly when it was an issue that hit home with cerrus - even if for quite a different reason. "that isn't to say that you shouldn't try new things," cerrus chuckled, "but don't sweat it, is my main point."

[slvrspringss]

She had a feeling someone was looking over her shoulder. She was usually pretty good about knowing when someone was either doing that or trying to sneak a photo of her if they knew who she was. "It's alright, I would have done the same thing." Sometimes, Fiona was far too nosey for her own good so she really couldn't blame him. "No need to, you can absolutely still sit here. I would be happy to have the company." It was about time for a break anyway. She was starting to get stuck. Setting the papers aside, she turned her attention to her cup of tea and taking a sip of it. "I'm Fiona. I figured I should at least introduce myself," she said, offering him her hand to shake. "And you are?"

[dizzyedgc]

thankfully, gideon wasn't interested in sneaking any photos or anything of the likes, but he did still feel somewhat bad for having been caught looking over fiona's shoulder for a moment too long. he smiled gratefully as the woman admitted to being similarly nosey. "i'm glad i'm not the only one, then," he replied. "thank you," he responded gratefully once more, supposing that it was perhaps better to sit with her than anyone else in the crowded place, considering the ice had already been broken between them. not that gideon was unfamiliar with staying silently in the proximity of strangers. he took the offered seat with a smile. "gideon," he took her hand gently in his own, shaking it politely yet warmly. "it's lovely to meet you, thank you again for the seat. i didn't actually expect it to be so busy here today - suppose i should have known better."

[visionspiral]

Bijan smiled. "Nothing wrong with the library. If it wasn't for opening times, I'd be at the university's library the whole day," he admitted. And probably all night as well, if he got too much into a book or a direction or hypothesis. He smiled brightly at the cup of coffee and took it to his lips instantly, if only to warm his insides after the long walk through the park. He could not remember Iran ever getting this cold. "I did," he said proudly. Despite his mother and aunties never letting him into the kitchen, he'd still managed to copy and remember all their recipes. "It's my mother's recipe, however, she'd appreciate me sharing it with others instead of munching it all down myself." He smiled. "How have you been? How was your day so far?" He sounded more and more like an Uncle, the old man in him coming along with the greying hair.

[dizzyedgc]

"there absolutely isn't," gideon agreed, chuckling as he related to bijan. of course gideon didn't have any real issue with spending too much time in the library, but even still, he thought it might be healthier to spend his time elsewhere also. the last thing gideon needed was to grow tired of the one place he currently felt truly comfortable. "it looks incredible," gideon told the other. "i would love to try some," he accepted the offer, because how could he turn down such a meaningful one? "i've been... cold," he answered first, chuckling again. "but i don't entirely hate winter," he shrugged. "so i can't say i've been all that bad;" even if gideon had been - which in moments, he hadn't been far from - it wasn't like him to unload all of that. "today has been unexpectedly quiet, which i'm terribly grateful for. how have you been?" he returned the question at his answer's conclusion.

[itshoneys]

honey: I find it mildly offending that a, you would think I play d&d

honey: and b, you don't have my number saved as at least 'Best Tipper'

honey: I should pick other Ubers, cerrus...tragic

[dizzyedgc]

cerrus: well someone as popular as you has gotta have at least a couple of friends who play

cerrus: so for all i know, you could have been holding it for a friend

cerrus: and would you believe me if i said i got a new phone and my contacts didn’t transfer over right? not even the contact saved as ‘best tipper’ :/