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ffslyon:

“Yeah, it’s pretty packed in here tonight,” he says, a bit of annoyance lacing his tone, but barely. As sociable as Lyon was, there were times he needed breaks from the crowd and time to himself. “It’s just…” he starts out, knowing he probably wouldn’t make too much sense, being as crossfaded as he was. “I’ve smoked six times today and they were all with other people. I just need a fucking blunt to myself.” Taking a pull, he repositions himself on Ben’s bed, quirking his brows at her. “What’re you doing all the way over there? C’mere.”

Her pink lips curled into a smile as the boy began to speak. They had known each other for years, yet her stomach always erupted into butterflies when she was around him. Her perfectly manicured fingers ran through her hair as he continued on. “You know me. I’ll let you have that blunt all to yourself.” Espen reassured with an airy laugh. The last time she even touched the stuff, Ben had given her shit about it for weeks after wards. The girl decided it wasn’t worth the trouble. ‘That brow raise’ she thought to herself. ‘Those are the little things that could get me in trouble.’ The pink quickly rushed to her cheeks, suddenly feeling embarrassed. “Didn’t know if you wanted me to join you or if you wanted to be alone with your blunt.” her voice evident that she was teasing  as she walked over to him, curling up next to him.

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ffslyon:

It wasn’t the easiest thing to do in his state, but he had managed to finally roll up his blunt. The alcohol coursing through his system was making it hard to stand straight, to focus on what he was seeing, and so for the most of fifteen minutes, he had been struggling. “Finally, holy shit,” he complains out loud before lighting it up in whoever’s bedroom he was in, before the door creaked open and a somewhat familiar figure came through. “Fuck. Please don’t ask me for a pull. This is my last dutch and I spent an hour tryna roll this fucking shit up.”

The crowd of people felt overwhelming to the petite blonde. Somehow being able to make it up the stairs, Espen went to spend some time alone in her brothers bedroom. That was one thing the girl enjoyed about ZTT parties: they had a built in hideaway place for her to go and spend time when the horde became all too much. Her hand quickly turned the doorknob and swung the door open. Her steel eyes widened as she was met with the familiar eyes of Lyon. “N-No!” she began, laughing softly. “Not really my thing. Just here to get away from the crowd.” Her teeth lightly pulled on her bottom lip as she bounced on the heel of her feet. “Whatcha doing in here?”

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She did not need much, wanted very little. A kind word, sincerity, fresh air, clean water, a garden, kisses, books to read, sheltering arms, a cosy bed, and to love and be loved in return.

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ffslyon:

Lockwood’s campus was of an impressive size. The buildings were spacious, the greens spreading across the quad along with tress, yet there was no room for him to have some time alone. The frat house was always buzzing with other members, the classrooms always full of other students, and even the lounge sometimes being occupied. Usually he would’ve cleared his head out at the soccer field, but that had been closed off for some unknown reason, and so he found himself wandering into a seemingly empty ballroom, before his eyes locked with the dancer inside. A soft grin spread on his lips before he entered the room, calling out over the music. “Why you always following me everywhere?” he asks, jokingly as he sets his belongings down.

As the voice entered the room and the boy who it belonged to became clearer to the petite dancer, her smile grew brighter as she scrambled to get up. Espen ran over to Lyon before jumping to hug him, koala-ing herself onto him. “What are you doing here?!” she squealed as she continued to hold onto him tightly. Untangling herself from him, Espen brought her feet to the ground as she continued to look up at him. Her cheeks flushed as she looked at him. “Did you get lost and wound up in the dance studio?”

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christianrxssell:

“ so you major in dancing, huh? — that’s weird, I kind of always thought you were more of a painter or something, is that weird? “ the male spoke up, his deep voice resonating in the quiet night dimming upon the campus. Moon barely shinning through the clouds once the snow storm seemed to quiet down, the unlikely duo found themselves enjoying each others company more than one would have thought. “ you know … gather the constellations in your mind. press them to paper & call it art kind of girl “Christian mused, arm carefully wrapping around her frail frame as they made their way back to their respective houses, perhaps making the young Rigby think that he must have had one too many drinks back at the pub. You make it so damned hard to do this to you; the thought that has been on the male’s mind seemed to slowly become a haunting one as he had no intentions to back away now, no matter how much Espen had proven to be a pleasant company after all. Christian was determined to get revenge on Ben and if his sister was to be his biggest weakness, then it would only come down to how long before he was to shatter her heart. “ Anyways, I had a great time with you today, princess. I know I know, surprising right? “ he chuckled, his gaze finally meeting her green orbs that were full of naivety facing his act. “ I’d kiss you right now but some would say it is to soon to make a move on the first date, right? “ From an outsider’s perspective, it was the understatement of the century to say that Christian wasn’t well accustomed to this mind game. From his chivalry manners to his alluring words, everything seemed like it had been planned in advance. A strategy that was to never fail him. Though, It was now only a matter of time until he was to call out checkmate. ( @espen-rigby )

Espen would never call herself ‘straight laced’. Yet, this whole fake id and spending nights in the pub were new to the small girl. It felt good to go against the rules. Dance was all about rules, memorization, and perfection. Her life was only dance. Ergo, her life was filled with these restrictions. Freedom felt good. Maybe this was supposed to be what life was like. “Really?” her eyebrow raised at the male’s words. “I mean, it’s not the craziest thing I’ve ever heard but it is interesting.” Her cheeks had been nipped at so ferociously, that it mixed with the alcohol and was causing her cheeks to become redder. Her small body pressed into his as she allowed herself to be supported by him, even if she wasn’t drunk enough to need the extra stability. “I guess I’m more of the ‘let the wind be my music and dance under the light of the moon and the stars’ kind of girl.” Her smile was soft and innocent, the liquor bringing out her true and pure soul. All she wanted in this world was for someone to look at her like a person, not someone who needed to be saved or a dance workhorse. This could be that person, as unlikely as that was. She followed his chuckle with a laugh of her own. “Thinking highly of yourself, aren’t you?” her light voice draped in jest. “It was a pretty damn good day.” The mention of a kiss made the younger’s heart jump into her throat. As cliche as it was, she couldn’t think anything but if this was a dream. These kind of things didn’t happen to her. Espen was this little dancer who was never noticed by anyone. Now here she was, having a moment enviable by most people in this world. “Some might say that.” she began, her stride becoming a little more playful as she detached herself from the boys side. Her arms went out and did a little spin under the night sky, giggles escaping her blush lips. “But when the moment is right,” she stopped for a moment, her bright eyes looking into his. “then what does it matter?”

[cruvcio]

         — audrey hepburn

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Ever since the night he burst into Ben’s room, Espen and Teddy had hung out every now and then. She didn’t know how she felt about him. Were these friend feelings or ‘feeling’ feelings? It didn’t help that she had found herself in his room, her hand digging into a bag of chips. Her laptop was propped up between the two, some terrible B-Horror movie on. Something about rabid beavers with unbelievably beautiful girls and skimpy outfits splashed across the screen. “This is the magnum opus of bad movies.” the girl said with a laugh as she began to pop chips in her mouth. “We should make a movie like this. It wouldn’t be that hard, you know? We could do it in a weekend like Sam Rami! We could end up making the next Evil Dead!” Her voice was squeaky from excitement. 

@oftvddys

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A large, empty ballroom may have seem intimidating to some, but to Espen: it was her home. The petite blonde sat on the floor as her legs were stretched out, the tips of her toes pointing and flexing to the music playing from her phone. She didn’t know why but her motivation for dance was overtaking her motivation for anything else. The hours she spent in the ballroom was enough to make any outsider question her sanity. As she continued the stretch, her steel eyes caught a figure outside of the room via the mirror. ‘Another cute boy’ she thought to herself, feeling her cheeks begin to flush pink. Her hand raised into a little wave at the boy, trying to break the ice. 

@ffslyon

[espen-rigby]

📱→ espen

blair: uh do i have to be?

blair: i'll look that up later

espen: isn't that's why it's called CHRISTIAN mingle?

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📱→ open

blair: i can't believe i got stood up twice by a tinder date TWICE

blair: do you think i'd have more luck on christian mingle?

espen: i don't know

espen: are you christian?

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philmcgee:

A quick glance at his phone was enough for Philip to notice his class had already started by now. And at this point, what was the use of slipping into a class he’d already missed the beginning of? If anything, he could just borrow notes from one of his classmates, but Espen? He couldn’t miss that, not when he had no idea when they’d meet again next time. Readjusting the bag on his shoulder, which had nearly fallen due to the collision, he could only stare at her for a moment, trying to find the right words to say. “So I guess if you’re not avoiding me, you won’t see a problem if we get some time to talk?” He asked, a glance around to see who was around before settling his gaze on her again. “I think a discussion is needed, right now.”

The blonde found her teeth lightly biting down on the inside of her bottom lip, something she was prone to do when nervous. Her own bag found itself falling down her arm, even if she tried and adjusted it. Her head was spinning with thoughts. She couldn’t believe this was happening. This shouldn’t have been happening right now. There was too much to worry about. Between auditions, boys, and Ben drinking himself into a stooper, the girl’s stress planner was booked. As she listened to Phil, her hand brushed away the few baby hairs that had escaped from her slick chignon. “Y-Yeah, sure.” her cheery voice and smile hiding her nerves. “I just, you know, don’t want to keep you from...wherever you were going...”

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lanajvmeson:

Shaking her hair free of its ponytail, Lana slipped the pale blush scrunchie from it around her thin wrist, eyes down on her toes as she lazily gathered auburn locks together to throw them up into something somewhat neater. She’d been anxious about attending this class all morning and night before that, the prospect of seeing her ballet instructor again now that she was back from sabbatical churning in her gut like expired milk. “Huh?” Lana started with a quick glance behind her, two second delay following before she thought to flash one of her characteristically infectious grins. “Oh! Thanks. I don’t know, though. Kind of out of practice, honestly. Felt more like Homer Simpson than, you know… a gazelle,” she landed on the comparison eventually, offering a shrug after she’d finally finished sorting her hair out and lowered her hands down. “Are you new? Don’t think I’ve seen you in here before.”

The smaller girl matched the others smile, her fingers lazily pulling at the fraying ends of her sweatshirt. “Are you kidding? You were putting everyone else to shame. And if Homer Simpson dances like that, then he’s been taking some lessons.” she ended with a laugh. Her parents always wanted her to be ruthlessly competitive, but that wasn’t her. Dance wasn’t about the winnings for her. It was about the artform. “Oh, sorry. I’m Espen. Freshman here.” her hand extended for the other to shake.

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Espen Charlize Rigby: Moodboard 1/?

“i was busy thinking ‘bout boys”

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sydmorrissey:

syd took his eyes from her to the door as she pulled it closed, before he raised a brow. admittedly, he wasn’t in the house much these days, and he couldn’t tell you which of the guys around had girls or guys sleeping over. he was only concerned with the women coming and going through his door. “oh right— ben..” he trailed off, pointing to the door with a nod as if the pieces of the puzzle were falling into place. he scratched the side of his neck, more out of habit from when he had fresh tattoo’s. “Uh, nah– not intruding unless ya stealin’ shit.” his scottish accent falling a little thicker this time. “don’t have to leave on my account.”

The girl followed his eyes, looking back at the door she had just closed. Her cheeks began to flare pink. What if he thought she was here because of a hookup? Espen nodded and pointed to the door herself. “Yeah. He’s my brother.” she said, slightly flustered. He was still half naked. And still fucking gorgeous. And there she was, still in her pjs and her hair crazy curls. “I’m Espen.” she offered a hand. As his accent became more prominent, it only tripped Espen up more. Accents were a weakness of hers. Her laugh was soft, trying to be quiet as not to disturb the sleeping and probably hungover frat boys. “Not stealing anything....except some cereal. Absolutely going to be stealing some of that.” a smirk playing on the corner of her mouth. 

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oftvddys:

Humming as he mused her question, Teddy gasped suddenly when it hit him, a complete eureka moment striking him, “The Friends killer. Get it? It’s catchy, and kind of like a double entendre.” He explained, doing a tongue click, finger guns, and wink combo at his less than impressive invention, which he thought was just about the most clever thing. “Really? So you’re not pretty cool then?” Teddy asked, raising an eyebrow at her, daring her to retaliate. He was trying to be serious about his question but a laugh threatened to take over, and he couldn’t hold it back any more, “God. Just kidding, but still, Ben hasn’t said anything incriminating about you, if that makes you feel better.” Glancing at her screen and letting out an ‘ah’ in interest, Teddy considered just sitting there with her and watching some TV, but he was too restless to do so at the moment, “C’mon, let’s sneak into the ice rink. It’s actually stupid easy and they never have any cameras or anything like that, we won’t even get caught. Probably.”

“Oh...my god!” her melodic laugh filling the space. “That’s absolutely perfect! And-And! For my movie tagline: I’ll be there for you. It’ll make us millions!” Espen continued to let out giggles as he gave her finger guns and punctuated it with a wink. Her eyebrow raised at his remark. “He’ called me cool? He better. I am the best.” flipping her hair dramatically, trying to hold back her own laughter. “Alright. Great. I don’t know if you have siblings, but there are no boundaries and he basically sees me as a six year old. They’re the best, but also the worst.” When he recommended the ice rink, Espens eyes widened. “Really? You’ve done it before?” she let slip but soon worried she sounded too much like a ‘goody-goody’. “Alright, since you’re the expert, I’ll follow your lead.”