❝ drip.

"forgive me father, for i have s i n n e d. and as i kneel here now, HANDS RED WITH BLOOD, i know DEEP DOWN, that i'll do it again."

[i-zion]

▸talia.

Talia gasped a little at the sound, and pulled an earbud out of her ear. “Oh, thanks,” she said, taking the paper back. “I would’ve completely lost this and not noticed for like hours.” She folded the paper up and stuffed it back into her pocket. On it was a scribbled phone number for her prospective adviser, and a time to meet up. Maybe she wouldn’t weird this one out with her obsession. “Thanks a mil, uh…”

“you never know how important a small paper could be to somebody.” his hand fell back to his side once she took the small paper. “zion, i’m zion.” he introduced, flashing the girl a small smile. “i prefer to be called z, though. you got a name?” 

[i-zion]

▸  persephone.

persephone was glad to have ran into someone that was just as light about the situation as he was. in these parts it was far easier to find someone ready to rip your throat out than laugh with you, which persephone became accustomed to. “i think that’s a pretty fair deal.” she agreed, nodding to his statement, smile still present on her lips. there was no one else around them, nothing but the sound of water droplets and music in the far distance - probably from the usual alleyway nightclub. “where are you headed so late? not afraid that someone’s gonna snatch you up?” of course she was only teasing; it was more likely that someone would grab her than the other way around.

he allowed a short laugh to escape from his lips in response to her teasing, head moving from side to side. “i don’t think i fit the criteria for people that are usually snatched up. you, however, probably a different type of story..” he said with the raise of a brow. “well..“ his eyes move to peek around at their surroundings, the place actually quite unfamiliar to him. “i think i’m... --  lost, actually.” he admitted as he rubbed at the nape of his neck, his cheeks changing in tint at the slight embarrassment he was feeling. his gaze returns back to her and he lets out an awkward cackle, lips pursing in a thin line afterwards.

[i-zion]

▸peter.

          Nodding towards the young male, Peter offered a smile before pressing his lips together. “That, it is. Thank you so much. My girlfriend would have killed me if I had lost my cell again. I’m not the best at keeping track of everything.”Is it broken? Please give me some good news…” 

flipping over the phone to inspect it, eyes scanning over it briefly. “uh.. looks good to me, dude.” he confirms with a slight nod, more so to himself. “here ya go. could have a few scratches but that’s never really been much of a big deal - to me at least.” he gives a friendly smile, holding the phone out to the other.

[i-zion]

▸leo.

leo has been more or less distracted by fleeting thoughts in regards to his job and shoots he would need to do pronto tonight, so it’s not a surprise if you see him flagging around losing tracks of his steps or in this case things he dropped on accident. the report clicks up an brow when another young man approaches him, only to turn deep pink when he’s made aware of his intent. “oh. yeah. that’s my pen.” slow embarrassed smile on lips, leo scratches the back of his head. “so sorry about that and thank you. you’re my saviour.” 

zion couldn’t help but let out a quiet chuckle as he noticed the other’s slight embarrassment. “savoir?” thick brows raise as a smile forms on his features, shaking his head from side to side slightly. “seems a bit extreme to call a returner of a pen, yeah?” the male joshed, allowing yet another laugh to slip from his lips.

[i-zion]

▸ cecillia.

Cecillia looked up to see she had dropped one of her notes that held a crucial value to her work and found herself blushing in embarrassment for her incompetence. She should have been more careful but Cecillia was known to be a very hasty woman. “That’s mine… Thank you! I really owe you.” She exclaimed genuinely.

“no, no.. you don’t owe me a thing,” he assures the girl. zion was always one to just simply help people and never expect much in return. “well.. you could owe me your name?.” he couldn’t help but smile, arms crossing along his chest as he stood in front of her.

[i-zion]

▸ cassius.

“   jesus ! you just saved my life ! ” green eyes turn massive in a dough of shock and gratitude, how could he have been so RECKLESS ? if it weren’t for this kind young bloke, he would have lost his sole access to his office. the keys crinkle to his embrace and sheepish, his teeth flash bright and wide. “  don’t think i could’ve ever forgiven myself if i ever lost this. thank you ! ”

with the way the other male was acting, a wide smile couldn’t help but curl upon zion’s lips. “yeah, of course.” he responds, smile lessening a bit. “keys are usually pretty important so... i figured i couldn’t just pretend like i didn’t see them, you know?”

[i-zion]

▸ peresephone.

persephone’s tan skin glistened with sweat, her body aching from the long night of performing. her hands worked on the front ties of the trench coat she had pulled around her as she exited the building, the crisp air causing goosebumps to arise. once she was satisfied with the coverage this coat provided, she shoved her hands into the front pockets and began her walk back to the blackwood. she hummed lowly to herself, eyes trained on her feet as they carried her the distance, only for her to be abruptly stopped by running into another body around the corner. persephone let out a soft gasp, one hand raising to her chest. a small chuckle escaped her lips and she shook her head, saying, “i’d tell you to watch where you’re going but then i’d be a hypocrite.”

white headphones buried deep in his ears, music playing louder than usual. zion’s eyes stayed glued to his feet as he walked along the sidewalk, bopping his head slightly. he was always one to almost entirely tune out his surroundings, which led to him smacking into a figure smaller than him, eyes going wide. “ah, shit.” he muttered as he practically yanked out his earbuds soon enough to hear what the girl says. his muscles relax and he allows a light laugh to slip from his lips. “let’s just both pretend like it didn’t even happen.. -- that way there’s no one to blame and no hypocrisy.” he responds as his hand goes to pause his music, cracking a small smile as his eyes find their way to the girl.  

[i-zion]

fingers running through his ginger locks, standing in line. zion was never one for coffee, but from lack of sleep the night before, he thought it’d come in good use -- if only the line wasn’t so long. as he let out a slight huff, his eyes fell to the floor and he noticed something fall from the person in front of him pocket before leaning down to pick it up. “uh -” he cleared his throat, tapping their shoulder with his index finger. “is this yours?”  

[the-newr0mantics]