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@flowsgold
⸻ a dependent blog for MANHATTANTV written by lu ( twenty-five+, she / her, gmt )
𝗜𝗡𝗧𝗥𝗢𝗗𝗨𝗖𝗜𝗡𝗚
morgan maddox ( twenty - six ) + wanted dynamics
lenore dubois ( twenty - eight ) + wanted dynamics
davina hyun ( twenty - seven ) + wanted dynamics
with two bottles of water and a snack in hand, lenore dubois walks out of the bodega and meets lucas rinaldi back on the streets of new york, keeping up with a tradition they had both built without meaning to. // @theydivine
lenore lets out a small sigh as she exits the bodega, as if she could finally breathe without the expectations of family atop her shoulders for a relationship that cannot be forced. a smile on her expression, she looks at her brother. "how long do you think it will be until they noticed we're gone?" she would not bet on it but amidst a crowded get-together at the dubois' residence, she could wager her parents far too busy to notice. "i almost feel like turning my phone off, just in case."
STATUS : open for anyone ( 0 / 4 )
LOCATION : some random city street !
always out at odd hours of the night, nix leaned against the brick wall just outside the building, cigarette burning slow between his fingers. he wasn't hiding, exactly, but he wasn't trying to be seen either. fame had taught him to recognize when someone was looking a little too long; curiosity, recognition, judgment, — hell, it all felt the same after a while. without even looking up from the ground, he exhaled slowly and lifted a brow. " you need something ? " the words came out rough but not necessarily sharp, " s'rude to stare, y'know. "
sleep eludes davina tonight and the city become the distracting backdrop. the actress leaves the bar, frustration setting in when she realizes she's come out for no reason ⸻ the smoke break ruined by the simple fact there is nothing in her pockets. "didn't mean to stare." arms cross over chest. "i was just wonderin' if i could bum one." a small nod towards the cigarette he nurses.
Anna Torv and Hugh Dancy in Deadline Gallipoli (2015)
starter: closed @flowsgold location: salento (cafe)
teo had heard chatter that his co-star was new to the industry, but when he discovered how new, he took it upon himself to look out for her. to keep her from making the same mistakes he had. he pushes open the door to the coffee shop for their meeting, the little bell ringing overhead. raising a hand to greet one of the baristas, teo spots davina. "hey! i hope i haven't kept you long. have you ordered yet?"
davina sits with her back to the cafe's window, leg bouncing up and down ⸻ the novice actress is not even sure what she is nervous about. arms crossed over the table, davina looks back to see her co-star. a small smile grows. "hey! ah, no, not yet. i haven't really been to this café before. i was hoping you have so you could recommend something."
SAMANTHA LOGAN via tiktok
STATUS : open for anyone ( 2 / 4 ). TIME : 10:40am. LOCATION : natascha's new apartment, manhattan.
" uh, i have no idea where anything else is. " boxes are still stacked in the corners of apartment, clothes and shoes strewn about in spare bedroom meant to become new wardrobe. she's half dressed in high rise jeans, olivia von halle robe covering upper frame while rifling through box, hunting for something to wear. " this is ugly, isn't it ? " holds shirt to frame. " i'm overthinking a brunch outfit of all things, but i can't find what i'm looking for. i'm almost tempted to buy an entirely new outfit. "
lenore sits down, eyes glued to natascha. the dubois watches as she goes through a struggle the she is familiar with. "alright, that's it ⸻ after brunch, you are clearing your schedule and we are coming back here so i can help you unpack." words are said in a playful manner but they are no less of a plan. there's a small chuckle at natty's comment, head shaking in amusement. "yes, you most definitely are. however, i am overdue a small shopping trip. we have enough time to get to the restaurant in time for our reservation."
we used to curse whole bloodlines for less than this
𝙏𝘼𝙂 𝘿𝙍𝙊𝙋.
𝗗𝗔𝗩𝗜𝗡𝗔 𝗛𝗬𝗨𝗡 ⸻ visual
𝗗𝗔𝗩𝗜𝗡𝗔 𝗛𝗬𝗨𝗡 ⸻ study
𝗗𝗔𝗩𝗜𝗡𝗔 𝗛𝗬𝗨𝗡 ⸻ wanted dynamic
𝗗𝗔𝗩𝗜𝗡𝗔 𝗛𝗬𝗨𝗡 ⸻ starter
𝗗𝗔𝗩𝗜𝗡𝗔 𝗛𝗬𝗨𝗡 ⸻ task
𝗗𝗔𝗩𝗜𝗡𝗔 𝗛𝗬𝗨𝗡 ⸻ intro
𝗗𝗔𝗩𝗜𝗡𝗔 𝗛𝗬𝗨𝗡 ⸻ thread
𝗗𝗔𝗩𝗜𝗡𝗔 𝗛𝗬𝗨𝗡 ⸻ wardrobe
𝖢𝖫𝖮𝖲𝖤𝖣 𝖲𝖳𝖠𝖱𝖳𝖤𝖱 . . . for @flowsgold 𝖫𝖮𝖢𝖠𝖳𝖨𝖮𝖭 . . . a wine painting class
dark tresses aimed downwards as hazel eyes roamed over the canvas she had spent the better part of an hour trying to perfect. “ do you think it needs more blue added to it? ” what was supposed to be an inviting beach had turned into a mismatch of colors and cece didn't know where the beach ended and the sea began. “ it's kind of abstract if you tilt your head this way and squint your eyes. how is yours coming around? " hands set down the paint brush she had been using as a weapon of mass destruction for painting everywhere and moved towards the wine bottle to top them both up.
if asked, lenore still doesn't know what possessed her to actually attend this class. not when she had a charity gala to organise. and yet, here she stands, vying for perfection even when she does not need to. at least, there is wine. "oh, hm." eyebrows furrow in thought, looking at cecelia's painting. lenore doesn't know the first thing about art. "i mean, why not? you asked for a reason, maybe the artsy part of your brain knows it needs blue." that's possibly the worst answer to it but who's lenore to tell a painter what to add when her own work is definitely in the eye of the beholder? lenore tilts her head. "i like it. like... that gut feeling, you know? oh, mine? well... it's supposed to be a mountain i spent some winters in, back in switzerland. but i'm afraid it's just turned into a blob of grey and white." lenore nods as a thanks for the top up. "is this your first wine painting class?"
theo's not completely devoid of the ability to attach. weird and all consuming feelings aside, it was weird but he's not a complete asshole. the blond has occupied space in his head more often than either would openly admit over the years, but he was okay with it. she was safe— she has always been. soft laughter rumbles in his chest, loud enough to be heard but not enough to break whatever tranquility lingers in the air. " mm, thanks in part to a high thread count, the best mattress on the market and a plethora of other ... activities. " a smirk pulls at the corner of heir's mouth, lips naturally planting against morgan's neck, then collarbone. " spring rolls, of course. i listen even when you think i'm not. " he grins, capturing soft petals with his own.
morgan thinks herself a fool every time she is alone with theo, recalled into his arms like a sailor into their siren song ⸻ a fool to truly want no one else and say nothing about it, seek warmth anywhere else when he does the same ( a retaliation against her own desires ). why fix what is not broken, right? light chuckle matches his own, head shaking. "i think it's definitely the thread count." a small tease, they both know the reason behind the comfort. "might need to buy some for my own place." and risk never getting up in the morning. eyes close at the feeling of theo's lips explore skin. "you listen? oh, now i feel special." playfulness exchanged before she gets pulled into another honeyed trap, smile on captured lips through the kiss. for a few heartbeats, that is all there is ⸻ theo's lips on hers, familiar skin igniting on touch even after so long. then, mind betrays her with knowledge best left unspoken. morgan pulls away slightly. "don't make me choose between you and warm spring rolls, theo. you might be disappointed."
her interest piqued at the mention of a potentially better plan , almost like an excited kid coming up with pranks to get their close friends . only , she held no regards for the man and simply wanted him to feel either embarrassed or enraged , she'd take even both if possible . “ please , i am all ears . i have considered calling him out for the graceless disturbance to everyone's night ― he looks like he cares about appearances ― but would that be enough ? ”
there is something that ignites within the maddox at the promise of some well-deserved revenge ⸻ especially towards someone with an attitude that sours even the sweetest of desserts. "alright, so, hear me out ⸻" morgan leans over a little bit, meeting pérolas interest midway and words spoken lower, as if exchanging state secrets, "have you ever seen that movie, john tucker must die? or the other woman, i think it's called, the one with cameron diaz? we should definitely do something like those girls did." a devious smile now grows. "i don't have any laxative on hand but i'm sure we can think of something else."
#𝗰𝗹𝗼𝘀𝗲𝗱𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗍𝖾𝗋 ⟡ cgh. location: the waverley inn , evening. status: closed for @flowsgold.
dark green hues dance over the menu , dim lighting casting a glow around the edges of the interior — a small smile painted on polished brims , she was excited to eat some good food and felt even better about the company she decided to keep tonight. " what're you thinking ? " catalina asks , needing some suggestions to pick between because nothing had caught her eye just yet.
morgan needed an evening out like this and she had been so glad cat had called her up for it. there is a smile on the olympian's lips as her gaze falls on the other, then back at the menu when catalina asks. "i might go for the risotto. i heard it's delicious. however, the salmon is also calling my name... so i will wallow in my indecisiveness." a light chuckle. "what about you?"
right after their scheduled massage, morgan maddox sits next to isabel dela rosa in the relaxation lounge, relaxing music in the background and a table with cucumber water at their disposal. // @theydivine
morgan leans back on the lounge chair, a relaxed smile on their lips as a long sigh escapes ⸻ she does not want to leave this spa, especially after this training day. "i could stay in this place forever." the maddox looks at isabel, a lopsided smile on her lips ( somewhat devious, at that ). "how long do you think we'd be able to survive on cucumber water alone?"
・ 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚃𝚄𝚂 : open to 5 responses 𝙻𝙾𝙲𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽 : central park
they paused their playlist once they spotted the feet coming their way, the sounds of jill scott in their headphones stopping abruptly as ashanti pulled them from over their ears. " did i forget we were meeting ? " greets immediately, not the first nor the last time something like that had happened. perfectly meticulous when it came to needing to be in court or anything to do with a case, their own schedule a lackadaisical schedule that had no rhyme nor reason to it and their phone on dnd more often than not. " if i did, i'll buy you a drink. if i didn't, then i could use a refill on my matcha. "
always with coffee in hand, lenore's steps come to a stop. head tilts, amused with words that have not even left her lips. "nope, no meeting. i hope. i would have to reconsider my calendar organization." a type of pressure she puts upon her own shoulders. "i will, however, take any kind of warm drink if you want some company."
