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@lol-silva
-lola lol silva.
age: 28. birthday: March 11th, 1994 . pronouns: she/her. birthplace: lockwood springs, CO. occupation: equine veterinarian at silver spur ranch best traits: empathetic, easygoing, spiritual worst traits: scatterbrained, escapist, irrational sexuality: demisexual
-more. tw, terminal illness & death
silas
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Silas listened, tilting his head slowly to the side as Lola explained to him and then slowly to the other the more she talked. “But…but…I am a right person!” he exclaimed with a softly hurt tone. “There’s not really another right person for you in this city.” he nodded, knowing that they were the perfect match but why did there have to be choices involved in a perfect match? They could just be perfect matches without having to say it. “Aren’t I?” he asked, worried there was someone else and his inability to choose something had shot him in the foot. “We can just hang out and then not hang out, I don’t know what the big deal is because you said you didn’t like labels anyways? Which is perfect, me neither! So let’s…not label? And just…do whatever?”
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“I never said that.” Lola shook her head as she replied, softly and more sad that Silas seemed to be stuck in his own cycle a lot more than she was. “I don’t like labels you’re right but there’s still...” she hated the word rules, and boundaries sounded harsh even though there was a difference between healthy and unhealthy ones. “I don’t want to label this either but I also don’t want to keep looking stupid by saying I’m spending time with you just for that to change the next time someone asks. It makes me look silly, and people think I’m silly enough and never take me seriously.” she frowned and wondered if that was what Silas thought too. “I don’t want to do anything, casual or not, with someone who makes me feel like I’m stupid for trusting them. You still are meant to respect people even if you’re not...labeled.”
rigo:
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“There’s a lotta days in the week, little Lol. It was some time.” Rigo told his cousin, laughing at the way she caught his slip up on the details. “I’m telling you, he was this tall…” he threw one hand up above his head and then his other several inches from his side. “This wide.” Then, one balled fist pounded into the flat of his palm. “Floored, just like that.” he added, eyes widening as he leaned towards his cousin. Rigo would go to war for any one of his family, but Lola especially. “You need to stop hiding out here and doing all the weird plant drugs you do, Lol. Come and see your cousin at Boots when all the fuck heads are talking shit. You’d be proud.”
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“When!? What time?” Lola encouraged for a clear answer from her cousin but when Rigo began talking about violence she dropped her toast to the plate and covered her ears with her hands. “La-la-la, I hate it when you talk like this, Rigo!” she tried to speak over him and drown him out with a little trill of a melody. She uncovered her ears just in time for him to mention Boots but she still shook her head. “I don’t want to go and see you hurt someone or someone hurt you. There’s easier ways to solve things.” she shrugged, ever the pacifist. It was rare to see the Silva strength with Lola, hers was more inward and came out in the way of doing what she wanted and she just so happened to want peace. “We never get to eat breakfast and talk about nice things. Tell me one thing you like that isn’t violent that happened this week. Something that made you happy?”
where: silver spur ranch with: @rigo-silva
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In family you never had favorite members, that was unspeakable. You all came together, had each other’s backs, pulled each other through. However, Lola would be lying if she said she didn’t have a natural affinity to Rodrigo. He was a misunderstood soul and dare she say, weird. And somewhere along the line she became one of the few who could call him out on his behavior and he actually listen. “That’s a lie, Rodrigo Silva and you know it. You’re lying to me!” she squeaked a little laugh over their breakfast, pointing a playfully stern finger at him. “You just said the other week, but you were here the other week! Do you think I’m silly? I remember everything.”
silas:
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“Grass and shit.” Silas grumbled, sliding away from the lumps with a frown. It wasn’t about the poop, he didn’t care. He had his hands in manure before, it was just…life. But he was trying to be sexy right now, not sit in horse crap. He sighed as Lola did, looking at the stable door and wiping down his jeans. “Can’t we just go inside?” he asked, ever the optimist. He understood why Lol was trying to keep him away as anything official, because he always changed his mind. Choices were hard though. He wanted her but what if it all went wrong, or they spent years together and she didn’t want him anymore? That’d suck. He was a big believer in going with the flow, instead of choosing. “I’ll be real polite, I always am. We can just say we’re hanging out, they won’t know. Just friends hanging out.”
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Xavier was probably right about Lola being psychic because she knew Silas was a few moments away from asking about going inside. She hated having to set boundaries, firmly believing love shouldn’t be caged but she was beginning to feel like an idiot. “No, Mac. We’ve been over this.” she said as kindly as she could, pushing back her hair from her face as she sat up. How could she put it nicely. “You’re always a sweetheart, I promise it’s not that.” she shrugged, dropping her hand to his and patting it softly. She flopped her head to the side. Please know what she was talking about Silas. “I...I’d like my family to think I can at least choose a right person for me, and not keep changing them around.” Did that make sense? “If I keep taking you home and then saying, oh never mind we’re just friends again, I look like I’m an idiot.”
joaquin
He laughed. It was obvious it was a joke on her part, if only she knew just how true her words were. Joaquin preferred not to have any warning signs if he could help it. The element of surprise was much better. This one seemed more on the innocent side of things which was always refreshing. Different from the badass mentalities and damaged ones he was used to being surrounded with at functions like those. “Lol,” he let out a hoarse chuckle. “That’s a good one. You the type to laugh at a funeral? Ain’t nothin’ wrong with it. Better than being angry all the time.” He always wondered if those types of people were constantly exhausted. Granted he wasn’t Mr. Giggles, but he preferred to stay at a nice neutral state. Stoic, until he had reason to be otherwise. “Ah, the legendary Silvas. I know Diego, Cruz, and Santi pretty well. I think I’ve met Sofia? I’ve seen her, for sure. You guys have a nice place here.” He looked around again. Knowing that she was a Silva had him a little more interested. “I haven’t seen this side of the ranch, much. You should show me around.”
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Lola laughed with him, swinging her arms slightly. “If there’s something funny.” she answered honestly and she chuckled. “Life’s too short to be angry or sad, not for too long anyways.” she tilted her head to look at him, as if she could get a better idea of who he was from a new angle. Sometimes all life took was a little perspective shift. There wasn’t a warmth to him, but he wasn’t freezing cold either. Maybe she was wrong, though. People could be full of surprises. “Mhm, there’s a lot of us. Just when you think you’ve met every Silva, a few more come say hey.” she laughed, because it was a running joke at this point. Sofia always managed to fit everybody into the ranch house too, nobody was ever turned away. “You’ll have to meet her when you can, she’s great. Used to be a rodeo star. Best of them.” she nodded, glancing around at the land Joaquin seemed so interested in. “Where do you want to go first? See the horses or my crystals?” she pointed. “In the main house.”
xavier:
Xavier rubbed his face and then snorted back at Lola quickly. “Shut up, you’re just psychic.” he combated and laughed even when Lola didn’t think weird was an insult, which he should have guessed. She actually liked weird things and weird people, so he sighed again. “Oh yeah? How the hell do I look lovestruck when I’m just sat here minding my own business?” he took a sip of beer and smacked his lips. “I’m actually curious by the way, since you seem to know everything.” he grinned at her. “Only person talking about Teddy is you so maybe you’re in love with her?”
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“No, you’re just a baby.” Lola laughed, poking her nephew in the shoulder firmly. She swung her legs as she sat on the fence, humming as she thought. “It’s hard to explain but usually, when there’s a party, Xavier Silva is not sat at the sidelines. The only person I haven’t seen here yet is Theodora Prescott.” she shrugged innocently. “See? Not psychic. Just clever.” she laughed and then nodded. “If you don’t hurry up and do something about it, I just might. She’d be a cute girlfriend.” Lola teased him and tilted her head. “For me, anyways. Not for slow Silvas.”
silas:
location: the stables, silver spur ranch
starter for: @lol-silva
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Sometimes their relationship was confusing and Silas wasn’t willing to admit that it was his fault. They both guessed that everybody was sick of them getting back together only to break up again so sneaking around was their new option, even though everybody seemed to want them together. Silas and Lola were just done with the questions. So, an empty stable was as romantic as it was going to get for now until they decided what was actually happening. In the fever of their frantic passion, Silas’ arms wrapped around his not-girlfriend as he kissed her while he let them topple back against the hay. “Ah fuck….fuck!” he let out, not even seconds after he fell, trying to move Lola off him as carefully as possible. “Wait, wait. I landed in horse shit.”
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It was dumb of them to scurry around like quiet mice, because literally nobody else on the planet cared. Just them. Lola was too embarrassed to keep asking Sofia for a spot at the table for Silas one week and then say there’s no need another. So, stables it was. It was kind of cute, exciting maybe. Lola was in a fit of giggles as she kissed him, wrapping her arms around his shoulders as they fell into the hay but his exclaim made her laugh louder. “It’s just grass, pretty much.” Lola commented, her hands fiddling at his belt buckle but she felt him gently easing her away from him. She sighed, rolling off from his lap. “It’s dry, Silas. You’re fine.”
fox:
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Fox’s mouth fell open in pretend shock at Lola’s words, his brows furrowing underneath his bangs which were unseen but made the curly hair bounce a little with the movement. “I can’t believe you’re saying I cheated when you just changed the rules of the game, after I was done.” he gasped, plonking his guitar to the side of him on the bed in a silent protest. Although that was probably the most difficult form of protest for Fox, along with yelling. But he could show up and hold signs and boo the opposition. He scoffed at the suggestion of squirrel and shook his head. “You know what, I think you just want to see me fail.” he laughed, crossing his arms against his middle. “Why don’t you play a song if you’re the word master, huh? Go on.” he slid the guitar to her and gave a small challenging smile.
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“I’m the person giving the words so I’d be the rule-maker too, that’s just science.” Lola chuckled and shrugged at him. He was such a sweetheart and it often played on her mind about their previous relationship. Not many people were as kind as Fox, and kindness always had a special place in Lola’s heart. Like for Lucky, too. “I would never want to see you fail!” she gasped, genuinely hurt by the accusation before she burst out laughing when the guitar appeared before her. “You think I grew up on a ranch and don’t have a few tunes I know by heart?” she grinned at him, picking it up but a fit of giggles prevented her from actually taking it seriously. “You know the fish song, right? You need to sing if you do, it sounds better when there’s more voices.” Lola told him, trying to sound serious but laughing through her words as she began to play and sing.
joaquin
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Joaquin chuckled softly and nodded. “That would be cool, you ain’t wrong.” He wasn’t sure how to answer her question, his brain definitely didn’t work on that wavelength. It was rather endearing that hers did though. “I would say red from all the hot sauce.” He smiled and it dropped as he popped one of the little homemade truffles in his mouth. While he chewed and swallowed he pointed to himself. “Joaquin,” he reciprocated and shook her hand, holding it a moment or two longer than normal. “Lola? I like that. Rolls right off the tongue.” Joaquin licked his lips into another smile. He shrugged off her question, never liking to reveal where he stood in that world unless he had to or needed something. It was better to keep it under wraps otherwise and a need to know basis. “Maybe, I’ve been around on and off for awhile. I recently got a place here though. No offense, but you don’t strike me as a biker, darling.” He scanned her. “More like one of those tiny angels with the sparkly dust and mushrooms and shit.”
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“Ooh, I like it.” Lola chuckled, envisioning him with red hair for a moment. “Like a warning too.” she teased softly but her smile was bright enough to show it was all in good nature. Lola couldn’t see a bad part of any person, there was always good somewhere and some may have called it childish but she called it hopeful. If people were bad beyond saving then what was the point? There always had to be a point. “Lovely to meet you.” she smiled, glancing to their joined hands with another light laugh. “Some people call me Lol, because I laugh at everything so I don’t mind what you choose to call me.” she shrugged a shoulder briefly, and then nodded to him. She was used to cryptic answers about what happened with The Keepers, she had eyes though. “While I love the idea of a mushroom dusted angel, my last name is Silva if that helps.” she grinned, because quite clearly the name gave enough answers. “Diego is my brother, Sofia my sister...and yeah I know. I was the surprise baby.”
xavier:
“Only because you always guess what’s wrong like second try, it’s fucking annoying.” he laughed back to Lola. He had no idea why she could easily be so empathetic but he guessed that’s what made her the Lola they all knew. This time around she guessed right first try, but Xavier was too prideful to admit that Teddy hadn’t spoken to him since the kiss. The awkward kiss that Sofia witnessed. “You’re weird, you know that?” Xavi blinked at her and sipped his drink. “Not waiting for Teddy, just wanted to like…sit. Quietly.”
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“Well stop making it so obvious.” Lola giggled but it was true, Xavier had a very expressive face but maybe it was because he was family and that’s why she could read him like a book. Every Silva seemed to know what one another were thinking, it was kind of beautiful. “What does weird mean, Xavi?” she laughed again, not offended as she pushed herself up to sit on the fence. “Sit quietly and wait for Teddy, got it.” Lola tried to sound serious before she looked down at her nephew with a grin. “I may believe in fairies and signs from the universe, Xavier but I know a lovestruck man when I see one.”
where: the bonfire with: @cruz-silva
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“I think you’ve done a great job.” Lola smiled to Cruz, sipping a drink and looking around at the gathered guests. “Kind of nice to see everyone celebrating Jason, instead of feeling bad about how we lost him.” she added, always wishing to see a positive even in the darkest hours. Lola loved the keepers with all her heart, all of the gatherings and parties were a big part of her childhood. She’d never pledged for herself to become a prospect, thinking she wouldn’t be much use but she knew if her family ever needed anything she would always try her best. She wasn’t tough like the others, just in her own way. “What’s your favorite memory of him? I bet you have some funny stories that you can’t tell any of the others, but you know I won’t snitch.”
where: the bonfire with: @xaviersilva
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Noticing Xavier sitting away from the party, Lola decided to skip over to keep him company. He didn’t feel like a nephew, she looked at him more like a brother in many ways. “I would ask why you look so miserable but I know you’ll say it’s none of my business.” she laughed, offering him a beer as a peace offering before she moved beside him to watch the bonfire. “Are you wondering where a certain curly haired cutie is this evening?” she teased, giving Xavier a big smile. Personally, Lola thought it was obvious how Xavier felt about Teddy but maybe that was her trying to play cupid for the two of them. “Phoebe’s here so...that means Teddy should show her face aaaany second.”
joaquin:
where: silver spur ranch
who: @lol-silva
It felt slightly out of place for him to partake in the celebration of a man he met maybe one time tops. But he was enjoying himself off to the side, watching everyone mingle around the fire and have a good time. It’s what he liked about bikers and some of the cartels. They were ruthless but they were a family and they cared about their communities. Made you work just that much harder because there was something to come home to or futures to think about. Or in his case, whole economies. He’d been noticing one bouncy little thing moving throughout the night; he finally caught up with her near the food area where he was grabbing another one of those truffles he tried earlier. “How do you get your hair like that? Eat a lot of bubblegum or too much cotton candy?” He teased to break the ice, a sly smile spreading across his lips.
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Lola loved it when there were parties to celebrate the loss of someone, not because she was happy about a loss but the idea of bonding over happier memories and honoring someone’s life in positivity was simply beautiful to her. She mingled for most of the night, enjoying listening to stories she had heard or hadn’t heard about Jason and of course enjoying time with her family. Although she wasn’t a member, The Keepers were close to heart for her. Her father’s vision living on in his absence. “Hm? Oh!” she chuckled lightly, peering down at the ends of her hair almost forgetting their color. “That’d be cool if our hair could change color with the food we ate. What color would yours be?” she asked, pausing where she was walking so she could face him. “Lola.” she introduced herself with an extended hand. “I think I’ve seen you a few times, right? Maybe? I’m guessing big serious business.”
fox
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“Did I?” Fox pondered, staring off into space as he tried to remember all of his recent interactions with Lola. Nothing jumped out at him, but then again he talked…a lot. As soon as she said she wanted to hear for herself, Fox grabbed his acoustic guitar and instinctively strummed the open notes to check it’s tuning. “Uhuh, well, prepared to be amaze.” he said, not catching his mix up of words. He was too busy fiddling with some of the tuners to hear the rules of this new game, but it was a game he had played plenty of times. It was a go to for musicians to shout random words and have to create a song surrounding it. “Oranges, right.” he nodded, beginning a standard little tune on the guitar. “The song just has to be about oranges right? You never said it has to rhyme with the word.” he then said confidently, laughing as he progressed through the chords. “Lola thinks she’s clever, Lola thinks she’s smart. Trying to control the rhyming rules of art. She gave me the word oranges, as if that would scare me. But all she did was make her pretty face look silly.”
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“No, Fox. They should definitely rh-” Lola attempted to stop Fox before he started, to remind him that she absolutely wanted to hear a word sound like orange but Fox, like always, was like Speedy Gonzalez. She listened to the song with a smile, laughing at his words and even clapping a little to encourage him. As soon as he finished, Lola gave a polite round of applause but then flicked his nose. “You cheated.” she teased him as she laughed. “But fine, if orange is too difficult for the Record Master,” Lol raised a brow jokingly for the title he hated. “Let’s go wiiiiiith...” she hummed as she consulted the little notebook, scribbling down a few more words. “Squirrel.” she burst out laughing and shook her head. “Kidding. Actually, I want you to create a whole song about oranges but without saying the word. How about that?”
where: fox’s room with: @fox-lennox
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Lola had never been very good at confined love. She was possibly terrible at putting anything into boxes, and if there was someone who was impossible to put in a box in the first place, it was Fenix. After their short dating life, their friendship was by all means, what Lola considered perfect. “So, you said once, you could write a song about anything and I realized, I just believed you.” she chuckled, grabbing a notepad and a pen from her bag. She mostly used it to sketch the scenery, or write down her random thoughts that never made any sense. Finding a clear page, she clicked the pen and laughed again. “Obviously I believe you but I want to witness it with my own eyes. Or, ears.” she added, getting comfortable. “So here’s the test. I’m going to call out a word and you have to incorporate it into the same song. And the starting word is...” she thought long and hard, wondering what could make it difficult. “Oranges, because nothing rhymes with oranges.”
where: edison high school with: @blazethompscn
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Lola’s thoughts were always wandering. How did they get big bleachers into the high school? Bit by bit? Did someone have to carry them in, or build them up like furniture flat packs? Even though her thoughts were wondering, she was also an observer and she had noticed someone tending to Lucky. A simple method of deduction meant it could be Lucky’s mysterious father she never got to meet until now. “Blaze, right?” she asked with a wide smile. “Lucky’s dad?” she then clarified, gesturing to the boy in question. “We know each other from California. I studied there and lived there for a while after college. He’s told me a lot about you.”