–––– 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗀 𝖿𝗈𝗋 " 𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐙𝐇𝐐𝐒 " . 𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘥, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺/𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮, 𝚐𝚖𝚝
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–––– 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗀 𝖿𝗈𝗋 " 𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐙𝐇𝐐𝐒 " . 𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘥, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺/𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮, 𝚐𝚖𝚝
𝐉𝐔𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐍 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐕𝐀𝐑𝐘 . 𝟹𝟼 . 𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚘𝚛 , 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚍𝚞𝚌𝚎𝚛 & 𝚒𝚗𝚟𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛
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'you idiot' 'i'm sure you're right but why?' @lgends
who : austen and julian . ( closed ) location : julian's estate in california .
i can't leave . three words that were plaguing her mind since she'd uttered them . refusing to send him off at the airport , it hurt too much , to watch him go . another choice that would plague her mind . once she'd run out of tears to cry , that nagging feeling she's done so well at keeping suppressed reared it's ugly head . couldn't stay cooped up in the house any longer , she goes for a ride . driving aimlessly for what felt like an hour before she finds herself on familiar property . glossy eyes blink for a second , pulling herself out of the car and to the front steps . ringing the door bell before she slumps down onto the steps , head in hands . she just wanted her dad . heavy sigh as she hears the door open , head not moving from her hands , " are you still going to boston , " she manages to get out . ( @lgends )
there wasn’t a cure for heartbreak . it was an invisible ink you earn ; imprint in some part of you for the rest of your existence and , either is a big one or just a scratch ; it stays with you as part of who you are or who you become . it sucked . almost thirty - seven years old , and actor had carried his fair share of heartbreaks . and , they come in whatever form . not only by the romantic connection formed . but , those are ruthless . the daily clipping his pr has shared , the last updates on not only his name but his family brought light to what might be the reason for his daughter sitting outside of the house . in many ways , austen was like him ( not in the good sense ) , exterior almost a copy of her mother and yet , the way she was so reserved with her emotions , always carrying her cards to the chest , as is the byproduct of hardship . a feeling julian was very used to ; reason why he doesn’t say anything . opening the door to quietly seat next to her , large frame just wanting to envelop her in his embrace forever . protected from the world and its ugliness : she has seen a lot of that to last a lifetime . it doesn’t matter , not now , what his feeling for merrick were . he only wants his daughter safe .
“ ––– yes , ” single words tumbling his lips , almost a whisper only meant for her to hear . “ i’m flying there again friday , do you want come with me ? you can stay with grandma . ”
" –––––– they did a good job on the truck . ” words dash into the atmosphere , a light subject thrown in the middle before the real conversation comes into play . actor sets the cup of tea he has prepared in front of his son . " we need to talk . "
✎ … / @sweetncthingss ( archie ) ––– archie’s house .
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shesholy·:
life had done a good job of reminding him of who he was . suddenly feeling like a fraud in a home he was once convinced was perfect ; built on a foundation of love and trust . with the only woman he’d ever love , every song and deep thought revolved around british tennis star . the love of his life . now it all just sounded like a cruel lie he’d convinced them both of . sat at the island in the kitchen , phone slipping from his fingers as she makes him aware she’s almost home . hands rub over his face . a stress he’d never felt at the prospect of her return . mind hasn’t stopped spinning for days now . torn between wishing he could go back and decline the movie offer . maybe just maybe everything else would be so much easier if he’d never met her . hope that in that world atleast he could have continued to be the man the woman he spent a decade loving deserved .
dixie and delta’s scrambling hints to the arrival . empty home a little less empty but stress only heightens . deep breath as he picks himself up . searching deepest parts of him for a semblance of strength and composure before he goes to greet her . welcome her back to their home . body leaning up against frame of archway , exhausted eyes finally fixing on her and without noticing an apologetic smile curls onto his lips . “ hey , “ weighed down word by all the things he wants to say but doesn’t know how to . gaze falling to the floor , fact that this is his first time hearing her voice in a week hitting home . lily always having been the one to make him feel better and lift him up when times were tough but this time around it’d be cruel to expect that from her . “ thanks , “ muffled chuckle falling from him . blue eyes finally lifting upward to lock with chocolate hues , “ nice gift by the way , “ a scrapbook of all the best moments between them over the years , little notes left by her on each page . it was the best and worst gift he’d ever received . only time tears threatened to fall since the loss of his mother . eyes flickering from her eyes to her stomach , reminder of the life they’d created . that little life the only thing that’d kept him from clearing out every liquor store from here to the mississippi . “ lils – “ he starts , halting for a moment , biting the inside of his cheek , “ c’mere , “ he sighs , a couple steps made by him to close the gap between them . arms wrapping around her for the first time in a week ( it felt like forever ) . lips pressing on top of her head , “ i’m sorry , “ words mumbled into her hair as eyes clench shut . unsure whether she even understood the weight of his apology .
love coded for the way hazel orbits laid on hers, enchanted since the first time they met . only one able to decode behind the persona painted for a world far away from the bar she found herself in that night , dancing freely to a song she has never heard before and before it was over , british tennis player knew it was were more than just a short time ; drunk by the cheap beer poured into her cup and more so , by what was in front of her . nothing of it made sense , yet , song never faded her memory , soundtrack to a perfect night leading to a more perfect life . oh , how she wish to go back . because now , her heart aches with another symphony , stained with the images of him in that stage and adorned by that same look .
her arms hang tightly around his toned torso when he pulls her closer , inhaling the familiar scent that brings her senses to place ; anxious worries flutter away but not this time . it has a sour taste that lingers in her mouth , pulling away to cup the side of his face with one hand , not a word pronounced but she will be selfish and have this moment for her . tender digits tracing his jawline , the last decade used to decorate every inch of his face and counting the forming lines . he’d always pull strings upon her heart . index finger and thumb grabbing his chin to yank his closer , lips connecting together to ease a bit of the pain and pretend the last week has been nothing but a nightmare . yet , it only lasts a minute . stepping away , arm stretch between them with hand laying over his chest .
" –––– you love her . ” affirmation words tumbling past sallow lips , second caught in between pearly incisors . this should be a question , not an answer . not the revelation hidden in the signs , more than others have caught but what years of knowing him did . “ you love HER , don’t you ? ” her voice ranges differently ; chattering through teeth to keep the tears from forming . “ how long has this been going on ? ”
“Let me say how sorry I am for all the pain that I have caused you.” “You don’t need to tell me how sorry you are.”
where : malibu beach house . who : julian calvary @lgends .
TRIGGER WARNING : abortion , pregnancy . bare feet in the sand , her creamy flesh exposed with levi daisy dukes on her lithe silhouette —— wistful stare into the pacific ocean . the future sits right behind her : home built by man who'd give her the sky and all its constellations if only she asked . there is longing for something she'll never have again , regret living in the hollow emptiness of her bones at the thoughts that once ran through her mind . somewhere along the way valentine wanted the child — far from ready to be a good mother but she loved her baby . perhaps it was accruement from the gods thespian refuses to believe in . " so long i wasn't sure if i wanted to have a child, not with you at least, not anymore —— and when i've finally accepted that my love for our baby meant i had to let you in again, it all ended. " the words move through her crimson tainted lips so casually , petals bleeding and broken from sharp teeth . " how do you even begin to move on from something you never had, like father like daughter or son ... " prose trails behind her , bitter laugh escapes , isn't it all so very funny . oh , former first daughter regrets him all the time : inflicted wounds that will never heal .
his mind overpowering his best judgment ; clouds of torment only increase the tempest inside azure hues . in the end , only one truth harbors its existence : the bad always wielded more power over the good . there's no point in trying . his brave facade , the one molded to protect and do what is right ; unshakable as he held her hand through its entirety . saying goodbye to something he never thought he wished to have , not again . not now and not with her –––– that much has been clear within the last months . but , still , his heart flutters at the idea and grew used to it . a wishful think to look forward . something , he didn't flicker to choose ; appease with the idea of having her linked to his life forever . giving up on the one whose entire being belonged to . this wasn't fair . a joke of cosmical proportions . if there was such thing as the divine , they must really hate him . " i wish i had the answer for that , " choosing to ignore the parts that were meant to hurt . lately , he was learning . you can't blame someone for hurting you while they are hurt .
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❛ I supposed so! I used to be one of these people you just called out. ❜ She refers to not watching the Marvel movies. The truth is she never watched the whole thing until she fall in love with action, and now has a producer company of action movies. She clinked her glass with his, before taking a sip of her beer. ❛ Yes! That’s the vibes. The best thing is you don’t need to watch the whole thing to understand the story I like things like that. Sometimes you are just too exhausted and wanted to see a simple thing on tv. If y'anno what I mean. ❜
" –––– i won’t take a personal offense in that , ” a casual jest interjects in the middle of their chat , a hand laying over his chest to play it just right before downing the last gulp of his drink . “ yeah , that’s a common feeling and we all need a comfort show to get us by , i enjoy working on some scripts with the tv playing some of my favorite shows . or movies . ”
changelingz:
the night had set in and her appearance was sudden , midnight blue dress clinging to body as she shimmies inside , immediate attention drawn . being a sex worker had earned her a reputation but being an onlyfans star , launching into different avenues … had made her infamous to some , the seedy at the top of that list . her front never fell , her character who she was the majority of the time , vulnerability a rare sight to behold . she saddles up to carter at the bar , the element of surprise at her late appearance , “ there you are , my handsome lover , “ elongated last word , irony . “ how shall i embarrass you tonight ? i have so many ideas already in my mind , “ clicking for a drink from behind , confidence radiating from her . the man may have thought she hated him ( an emotion well earned from his betrayal , projection of his lack of morals upon her ) but really , she thought him a fool … someone so incredibly incapable of change that he was his own worst enemy . he could do her no damange but she knew that she could mess with him , pride , ego … precious cargo to men .
frame instantly becomes rigid when a familiar voice rings in his ears ; the liquid becomes untasteful and the conversation with his company drops within seconds when he turns his attention to her . orbits scanning her from her to toe ; undignified beauty that was almost a curse . “ ––– the night has barely begun and yet , “ single hand waving at her as he leans on the counter , resting his head on his palm . “ you are already here to ruin it . so , mission accomplished , you can leave . ”
𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 : 𝖈𝖆𝖗𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖝 𝖇𝖎𝖆𝖓𝖈𝖆 @lgends
𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 : 𝖍𝖊𝖗 𝖍𝖔𝖒𝖊
"i'm a failure of a wife." bianca said with a heavy sigh, dramatically falling backwards onto her bed, back of her hand resting against her forehead. "i said my vows in front of him and in front of that washed up elvis impersonator that i promised i'd make him the most miserable man on the planet and i'm failing. he's like...completely in love and obsessed with me. he even got my face tattooed on his chest with a reference picture from two nose job's ago." she said, rolling over to lay on her stomach, looking up at him with a pout of her lips. "help me, daddy."
chartreuse hues roll back at the subject at hand , towel hanging from his waist when he steps off the shower to find her ( again and uninvited ) at his bed . a normal occurrence of them . sliding into fresh clothes , unbothered by her presence , bursting into laughter when she mentions a tattoo : some people shouldn't be allowed to walk freely . " ––– i told you that it was a stupid idea , to begin with . " but one that did not surprise him when it came to her . hands supporting on his bed , he leans forward to speak closer to her lips . " now , get off my bed and stop talking about your marriage problems . "
“ don’t you think things are getting a little boring around here ? “ everything was boring to him but the question was clearly the beginning of disaster . / @lgends ur choice
" ––––––– hasn't it always ? " it took a lot for him to be truly excited about something , anything . even being back on stage hasn't done the trick , the opposite to be honest . " i'm thinking about doing another release party at the club , but even that … may not happen ."
❛ ─── 𝑐𝑙𝑜𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑒𝑟 ╱ 𝐣𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐞 + 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫 .
slipping some sunglasses on that he'd picked up from one of the display mannequins in the shop . jessie stood in front of the mirror , looking at himself as he messed with the sunglasses on his face . it wasn't until he saw a 𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐌𝐏𝐒𝐄 of a person behind him in the mirror that he jumped slightly before turning around and sliding the sunglasses up to the top of his head . ❛ jesus motherfucking christ ! you came out of nowhere . . . you're like a fucking 𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐄𝐏 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐋𝐘𝐒𝐈𝐒 𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐍 or some shit . ❜ jessie and carter's relationship was an odd one to say the least . seemingly they were friends . . . although , that'd be hard to tell with the way they treated each other whenever they spoke to one another . ❛ haunting . . . ❜ he whispered under his breath . although , loud and clear enough that carter heard him . ╱ @lgends .
one thing he'd never get enough of were his snapbacks ; an entire collection in the closet no matter what his stylist says . his own collection has a variety of models . yet , what brings his attention is the singer standing not so far from him , relishing the opportunity to do what they do best : annoy each other ." aaaawn , thanks for the compliment but it's not necessary . " he says , a slightly pat on his back , strong enough to have jessie out of his balance . " drop the shades tho , makes your head looks bigger . "
changelingz:
not affronted by the question , brimming with joy , “ to see your beautiful face , carter . did you expect anything less ? “ full of charm but clearly joking .
twirling the liquid inside the glass , chartreuse hues scan through the room of nameless people ( if not for a few known ones ) . his attention turned to his new company . " i know it's impossible to resist , " words uttered through the rim of the glass . " but i'm not interested , but i say thank you . "
꒰ 𝚄𝙿𝙳𝙰𝚃𝙴𝙳 ꒱ — ᥫ᭡ valentine featured in the 𝘔𝘌𝘋𝘐𝘈 .
TRIGGER WARNING ! read text with caution but avoid when following topics make you uncomfortable : abortion , pregnancy , politics & unviable pregnancy .
ᵃ ᵐᵒᵒᵈᵇᵒᵃʳᵈ ᶠᵒʳ ⁻ ᵃʳᶜʰⁱᵉ & ʲᵘˡⁱᵃⁿ
and i find myself wondering, should i follow your example or your advice? - @lgends