Hector

Teeth hidden by curled lips Theo Warnerflashes his crooked smile at all of those whose eyes graze his face. Charm drips from his lean figure like poison. He is beyond well liked, he is adored. He stands tall, morally strong with an outstretched hand to those who are brave enough to ask but do not confuse his kindness for weakness. He is a champion of New York, a champion of the people. He preaches equality and kindness but knows to whom those favors are wasted on. A leader by both birthright and blood, he is cunning enough to find solutions but kind enough to use his skills wisely.

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First thoughts

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phemeandfortune‌:

She had a headache, and xanax wasn’t clearing it up. Ella was irate, and she needed an outlet. As much as it would have been fun to absolutely chew up her new intern, she wasn’t in the mood to raise her voice. The pounding in her head was all but deafening, and so there was only one thing to do.

She sent off a quick email to her admin, letting her know she was stepping out of office, for the rest of the day. Granted, the blog that Ella started was hers, her little minions worked for her, and so, if she wanted to call off her own work hours, she was certainly going to. She powered off her computer, swiped on some lipgloss, throwing her wallet and phone into her purse. The world could wait… she needed a drink.

She made her way into the exclusive bar, one that held celebrities, athletes, politicians. If you had any fame, you had access. And access was everything, in this city. She gave one look to the bartender, who immediately knew to make her a gin martini, neat. She looked over, spying a familiar face. Once she was given the glass, she gave it a demure sip, smirking. “What brings an aspiring member of congress to a bar at 2 in the afternoon?”

A pair of equally as dark eyes could be felt on him now, a pull beginning to draw him out of the recesses of his mind back to the hard barstool he sat on. Someone always asked but Theo didn’t much mind. On a rare occasion, someone from his own circle would give me grief over it, a team member was the usual culprit. In those scenarios, it was usually a half-heart complaint laced heavy with sarcasm.  On an even rarer occasion, it was family heavy with concern for his position or an opposing member who clearly had no room to talk. Regardless, it was usually easy to brush off casually. 

His chest vibrated with a soft chuckle before he turned to face her. He took her in a moment, allowing his half-amused-half-absent chuckle to fill the space between his lips and his glass. 

“You wouldn’t be the first to catch me.” His brows rose in a way that seemed almost tp incriminated him. It carried an are of false guilt. As if to prove a point though, he nodded at her own glass, his wondering eyes finding residence interlocked with hers. “We all need a midday break now and then.”

The stare lasted another moment before his broad shoulders lifted and fell in a shrug. “Had a lot on my mind lately I suppose.” He sighed, lifting his glass to his lips again only to mutter a polite gesture before continuing. “What’s your excuse?”

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it comes like a deep roller,  full - force  &   speeding through the clear skies straight into the middle of their forehead, before she has a chance to shout a warning !      dogs bark excitedly at their peripheral, blissfully unaware of the circumstances as their owner rushes through the freshly wet grass feeling remorseful ( and maybe a tiny bit proud of that throw ) .     “  oh god   —- are you ok?   i’m so — woah,   there … easy!   you might have a concussion…    ”

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Wind whipped through hair and ears as light and grass spun in a myriad of vision. Confusion set in first but as it cleared and awareness settled so did a throbbing ache. It started in the middle of his forehead and spread down the nose bridge in the place glasses had resided only seconds ago. Grass dew now covered his crisp pants and misplaced lines ran along with the elbows of a white button-up. These things went either unnoticed or were deemed unimportant. As his eyes lifted once more to see the world his vision was clouded by the vision of a large animal. Fear did not creep over but instinctively, Theo lifted his hand as if to protect himself from the unknown. “Nothing a coffee shouldn’t be able to fix.” The words left his mouth calmly but a groan seemed to underline the words. Instinctively his now damp hands lifted to press to the place of impact on his face. “I don’t know if I should be impressed or appalled.” He teased, assessing his personal damage. 

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First thoughts

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thestoryofpatroclus‌:

He wasn`t supposed to be there. His shift had ended hours ago, wasn`t he heading to bed before he ended up here drinking just another cup of coffee? Since his headaches started weeks ago he became a coffee addict, something a tea lover would never like to admit. He knew he was meant to see a doctor, stress, blood pressure, what else could cause such migraines? But there was something quite addictive about self-destruction. Where did it come from? Why did it happen? Maybe his mother`s anniversary? Was it too late or too soon for a self-analysis? He didn`t mean to talk to anyone, it was fine with just observing the dirt on the ba table. It needed a good cleaning, he could imagine how quickly the bartender did the most necessary. Silas could already imagine himself doing his best. The coffee was horrible, bitter and way too strong. He knew he could not sleep and instead of being left alone with his observations, he was constantly distracted. The long fingers, the huge glass of whatever liquor and the buzzing noise. He had met enough people, he was not going to stir up a meaningless conversation but that noise.  ‘I think your phone is buzzing.’ He was annoyed, slightly just. He was polite, he wasn`t a jerk but there was enough annoyance in his voice to tell the man this was not his best day. 

The sound was muffled through his thought, lost in the noises of the room and the thick cotton that seemed to stuff his ears, pushing the world away for a false sense of isolation. Still, the sounds of the room were scarce enough that the words, though only slowly, penetrated the wall of blockage. It took a moment for the wheels of his brain to turn and when they did it was gradual, sluggish even.

In an almost lazy way, Theo’s brows rose, the pinch of them releasing as he turned his head to look at that which disturbed his newfound madness. In honesty, he was grateful. His dreams seemed to take on a life of their own, pressing a world and memories that were not his own through the subconscious of his brain. Perhaps it was how connected they all seemed that brought about an air of familiarity but the depths of Theo didn’t believe this the case. There was a pit that accompanied the flashes of imagery.

After taking in the mans face for only a fleeting second he glanced down at his phone which was now just a lit screen that lacked any noise at all. It displayed an unacceptable time considering his current antics, as well as a missed call notification from his assistant.

Casually, Theo lifted his eyes again, his lips pulling up in an almost apologetic smile. The features of the man across from him caused his brows to furrow once more though he pressed the crooked grin to remain. “My bar seems like an odd choice for peace and quiet.”At this moment the man's choice in drink became apparent to him, the coffee was not from Theo’s bar but somewhere else. Curiosity began to creep over him, his veins seeming to be laced with something that sent the grin expanding.  “But we seem to have both made that mistake today.”

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First thoughts

A dream is defined as a succession of images, thoughts, or emotions passing through the mind during a state of unconsciousness. This term, however, did not seem applicable. Another term of the same word, conversely, is a wild of vain fantasy. This term seemed more appropriate when associating the word dream, to the present. Wild and vain indeed. His egotistical nature seemed to be everywhere at once as he closed his eyes. It burned there in the pictures that were painting themselves in his mind. And suddenly it was as if he were hearing his own thoughts. Thoughts, that seemed to struggle to obscure themselves from him. If he didn’t know better, he would assume he was dreaming. Daydreaming perhaps? Absentmindedly dreaming while awake? Ah, but his mind wasn't absent at all. In fact, the thoughts that clouded his mind seemed to be bleeding out onto the sun-glazed concrete floor. 

Long, icy fingertips spun the ostentatious glass that gently rest between them. The temperature seemed to tapper off somewhere along the arm, the dark eyes hovering above them warm and thoughtful as they opened to glare at the far end of the stone bar. The distance bounded by his brows puckered so that the space between them dissipated with a slight wrinkle.

Day drinking was largely frowned upon by an aspiring member of congress but something about the grace that accompanied Theo and the elegance to which he lifted the expensive crystal to his slack lips seemed to offer him a rare exception. This was lucky for him. 

As of lately space and time seemed to fold in on himself, images of a lost time flashing through his mind in the night, echoing through the field so that it banged against the walls of his skull. Muting it called for an afternoon rhy.