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august guzman ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯ twenty4 . marine biology & art . eunbi yu ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯ or echo . twenty6 . classic lit study . héloise hayes ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯ twenty3 . film . lucy mei zhou ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯ twenty4 . pre - med . tarek rhys ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯ twenty6 . biology graduate .

💀 an urgent text. —— from billie to kaleo.

[ unsaved number, 06:09pm ] are you almost back yet ? [ unsaved number, 06:09pm ] sorry [ unsaved number, 06:09pm ] there's someone at your door [ unsaved number, 06:10pm ] should i let them in ? [ unsaved number, 06:10pm ] they sound really angry ...

#this is as urgent as she gets over text .#don’t ask why she’s in his room ok they’re . working on a project or smth .#ఇ ・ eunbi yu / thread.#ఇ ・ pairing / eunbi & kaleo.#ఇ ・ out of character / inbox.

graeclandtoo

🗑️ a text that wasn’t sent. — eli and loey !

[ imsg → mi media naranja 🍊 ] we’re on the beach now and all the stars are out. do you ever talk to the stars about stuff ? — 𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭 ! [ imsg → mi media naranja 🍊 ] mama says that every star out there is a family member watching over us, and that we should tell them about what’s going on in our lives so they know how to properly guide us — 𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭 ! [ imsg → mi media naranja 🍊 ] i used to talk to the stars about what i wanted to be when i grew up; that i wanted to play the piano for the rest of my life, that i wanted to make my family happy — 𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭 ! [ imsg → mi media naranja 🍊 ] it’s different now — 𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭 ! [ imsg → mi media naranja 🍊 ] now all i tell the stars about is you — 𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭 ! [ imsg → mi media naranja 🍊 ] do you ever think you and i could b — 𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭 !

#ఇ ・ pairing / héloise & elias.

graeclandtoo

🥱 : a sleepy voicemail — mavis and lucy !

BEEEEEEEEP ———— “be honest — do you think i could take your brother in a fight ?” the words are punctuated by a yawn, followed by a series of clicking on her laptop. her phone lies stagnant beside her, the voicemail catching even the faint hum of fka twigs in the background. “‘cause, like —— if he steals any more weekends with you, i, like super doubt that the next band practice is gonna be too pretty. anyway,” the colors across her screen dance with the haziness of someone close to drifting off, but mavis does little to remedy the situation; online shopping is her pre-bed activity of choice, after all. “i’m going through the black friday racks right now and i need help deciding, like —— is this the outfit that’s gonna get my roommate to fall in love with me ? better yet —— is this the outfit that’s gonna get blossom in your pants ?” with a tired slowness she copies the links to the dresses on her screen, pasting them on a separate note titled get people to buy for me. “m’sendin’ you the list tomorrow, maybe. — or haul your butt to my room and we can decide together. la-maw.” a free hand goes to rub her eyes, and she finally shuts the laptop off, putting it aside before she reaches for her phone and yawns. “— k, ugh, hope you’re having fun tonight. tell tristan he’s a loser for me. love ya, byeeeeee.”

#cuties .#ఇ ・ pairing / lucy & mavis.

classiqals

a light sheen of sweat was a bead on her brow, poking out under rose gold hued silk wrapped around her hair, cheeks a rose shade to match her covering. a roll of mocha hues, and she huffed, standing && stretching her back after handing off the crate to him. it gave a crackle noise, && laila winced, moving on to roll her neck next. " and leave the truck 95% of the way finished? what's the fun in that? " she teased, but in truth, was almost wondering just as he were how they'd ended up unloading. yes, laila had offered her help... and she had promised to bring along friends (realizing, suddenly, she was lacking)... and it wasn't her fault he'd fallen for the lousy cover story she'd fed him on the way. lips twisted in a smile, and she wiped her forehead with the back of her hand.

" alright, fine. let's sit down, and get something to drink. " she relented, knowing that if it weren't in his efforts to slow her forward motion, laila may never touch the brakes. it wasn't like she meant to trick him, and spoil his night... or be selfish. imposter syndrome was rearing it's ugly head, and as she felt surrounded by the luxury && decadence of the elite, laila couldn't help but feel she had to do something to make it all fit in her world.

but why bother him with the silly semantics of it all, her insecurities that led to fluttering butterfly hands, a need to do. " thank you, seriously, for helping. it means a lot. " and there - that was the bright side to it, every time she swindled their help, the genuine gratitude that came in boundless warmth in her smile was some praise for the effort given in enduring her whims. " i don't know how anyone can relax on a night like this. must be your super power or something. "

lovsagains

a tired groan escapes his lips for no reason in particular; he's just a brat. he shoos laila into a chair and heads off to get two cups of water, returning a moment later and passing one to her. plopping down in a seat across from her, he gulped the drink down in what felt like one breath. the water was a cool, a balm to his aching bones. he sags in the chair, allowing himself a lazy moment after all of the activity. if he's being honest, then he doesn't mind the work. it's interesting to see all of the pieces come together just hours before everything is to be set in motion. and he never minds being a part of something, especially if it will make so many people happy. well ⎯⎯ he doesn't know if the banquet makes anyone happy. but it certainly leaves them drunk and loose, so that's close enough. his head turns at the sound of her thanks and, despite his innumerous complaints, he grins at her. "i'm happy to help ! i couldn't let you do all this work by yourself." not that she would be by herself, what with the staff helping out, but the sentiment remained. if she was going to break her back to help out, he'd at least give himself a spinal injury to go with it. "but you should really rest. or else you're going to be too tired to enjoy the banquet."

#ఇ ・ august guzman / thread.#ఇ ・ pairing / august & laila.#daskalosevent01.

graeclandtoo

there’s something unnerving, wrapped around the heart between her chest, and it claws and clings to her being the way only unease can. priscilla tries to snap out of it, tears her focus away from the sound of glasses clinking against each other to zero in, instead, on conversations she only partially understands. but the disquiet lingers, heavy like a blanket, clothing an environment she’d normally thrive in — normally love — with the wary feeling like she isn’t supposed to be here.

summer had been easier. she could dodge calls and avoid meet ups, make excuses for bailing on plans at the last minute ( if she felt like making excuses at all ) so she could sit with the weight of what’s happened to her. but this is different entirely: drinks are free flowing, and the student body is alive and buzzing with excitement for another school year, and all priscilla can think about is how she wants to be alone.

she chalks it up to another thing about herself that’s so borderline pathetic: feeling like death at a party full of life. how unbearably cliché.

for some reason, she knows he comes closer before she actually sees him. she’d known bumping into him would be inevitable tonight; that sooner or later she’d have to confront the consequences of not responding to any texts or calls over the monthslong break. but she had done her due diligence — avoiding the usual walk she’d make to the unit at the very end of the fellows’ manor’s hall to get ready for the banquet together, surrounding herself with other friends and dionysia members to stop herself from inevitably searching for his face.

( but it didn’t work; it never does, does it ? she can’t seem to be rid of him, no matter how hard she’s tried, and lord knows she’s tried. it’s a blessing and a curse, to know and be known by someone like the back of one’s hand.

finn’s too entangled in her soul that they’d find each other without looking, anyway. )

the laugh that slips her isn’t devoid of mirth, though it isn’t exactly blooming with warmth ( she doesn’t have much of that to go around these days ). but she stands anyway, turning to face him — almost immediately hit with the overwhelming feeling of being face to face with the man she despises and can’t live without. “hi, finny.” she smiles at him then, and maybe she hates herself for it a little. but she can’t help it: he’s still the same person who’d won her over years ago, helping her move into the graduate hall. he’s still the same person who’d promised her the moon.

she’s still the same person who believed him.

she excuses herself from her table, slipping his arm through hers like it’s second nature. “outside ?”

lovsagains

relief is a drug in his system, seizing him from the inside. he offers her his arm and tucks a smile in the direction of her cohort before turning away from them. the banquet is still too dull and stuffy for his liking, but its faults seem to lessen with her on his arm. there's a comfort otherwise unknown that creeps into his system when she's with him; it's the reason that he has such a difficult time letting go of her. if he leaves words like 'love' and 'soulmate' and 'asteri' out of things, he can almost believe that he'll be capable of letting go one day. stepping out of kitron takes them to the patio, thankfully bare at this time. there are a few people literally the space, cigarettes tucked between glossed lips, hands sneaking around waists, but it's significantly less crowded than it was inside, so he doesn't vocalize any complaints. he guides her to an unpopulated area and drags a few chairs over so that they can sit. the summer without her is a blur. they were days spent telling himself not to call, only to inevitably do so anyway and come back without an answer. panic and umbrage twisted, nipping at each other for the chance to overwhelm him first ⎯⎯ to render him either inconsolable at the thought that something had happened to his moonshine, or outraged that she'd taken to ignoring him after such a meaningless fight as the one that'd led to their last breakup. ( meaningless, he knows, because he can't remember what it was for. he remembers storming out the door and crushing her memory beneath his heel with another woman's hand down his pants. ) if he were a better man, he'd be able to say that it doesn't matter now. for whatever reason, she'd ignored him for the summer. she's clearly alive and well now, so the panic ceases to exist. and all that's left then is the hurt anger. he takes his seat and sticks a hand in his pocket, palming the pack of cigarettes he keeps there. it's tempting to light one right now, but he knows he'll be a worse person if he does. a lit cigarette is all it takes. nicotine in his gums and he loses all sense of a filter. his hand comes out of his pocket empty and he laces his fingers together so as to not reach for them again. he looks down at his knees so he doesn't have to look at her. he's not ready to say that he's glad to see her; he's not quite done missing her yet. "have you been well?" he asks. "long summer?" he's prodding, maybe, cautiously poking around for a reason without asking for one. but he commends himself, at least, for being civil.

#ఇ ・ tarek rhys / thread.#ఇ ・ pairing / tarek & priscilla.#daskalosevent01.

oedipusrexs

for: lovsagains

location: banquet hall

Samson was often amazed at Billie's perfect knowledge of Austen; a knowledge not merely confined to her fabled works, but penetrating all aspects of her life. He'd never had a head for what was logical, but fond instinct led him to books. Billie was a cicerone after the hearts of all at Daskalos -- she amazed you with smiling observations on all things, her handle gentle as she guided you to a lucid conclusion. It pleased her to aid others, a sentiment that beamed in her sable eyes and warmed her lips. "I think that you remind me of Elinor, or Jane -- but I do not think a supporting sister, would be correct for you. Elinor then, definitely. As for me? I don't know if I'm cut in the cloth of one of Austen's men." Through his exaggerations, Billie was cheerful -- but Samson did not feel he could easily describe her demeanour. There was something about her that was uncanny, in a manner that made her original; Billie held no common mastery of her passions. Perhaps some would be simple enough to not notice her; but Samson looked at her, and saw a woman sweet-tempered, but enduring. Who amongst their number, could help but like her? "Are you enjoying the party? There's over two hundred grands worth of outfits here -- but I do I think anyone knows what to do with themselves? No." A chandelier was above them --- its crystals scattered brilliants across the room, painting the scene with a pale frost that made one think of winter; far from the closing state of summer they lived in. Samson focused on this display, owning the thunder of his heart -- he was at risk of displaying further tyrannical self contempt. The present was no occasion for such a shameless display, and Billie would regard him with only natural benevolence; Samson envied this in her greatly. "I'm probably Rochester, I think; I'm more a Byronic hero, then anything."

lovsagains

samson's company was a well-received gift. billie hardly knew what to do with herself, despite attending these events for years. her cohort was different this year: the dionysia, which she'd only dreamed of being inducted to since her arrival at the school. it frightened her, truly, to be the only one she knew here. so it came as a great comfort to find samson among her peers ⎯⎯ if not a friendly face, then at least a familiar one. her lips tipped into a smile at his observation. "well, you are certainly no darcy," she said ⎯⎯ a compliment. mr. darcy had won the hearts of many, but he'd never been her cup of tea. "mr. knightley, maybe." she sipped from her glass of champagne, the taste unpleasant on her lips but keeping her busy, all the same. she brought the glass back down to her lap, thumb moving across the rim. "though, to be fair, i don't really know what i'm doing with myself, either," she confessed. she never had; she was prone to following what she was told to do, rather than thinking for herself. the kind of woman that jane austen would speak quite horribly of, she thought. she didn't answer his question about whether or not she was enjoying herself. she couldn't say that she was or wasn't. she just counted it a miracle if she made it through the night without drastically humiliating herself. "are you enjoying the night?"

#as you requested .#this is short but please understand: i am so sleepy .#ఇ ・ eunbi yu / thread.#ఇ ・ pairing / eunbi & samson.#daskalosevent01.

do you love priscilla? ( finn )

♡ ’ ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯ " i'd like to think that's obvious. but i suppose it wouldn't be, would it ? "

#ఇ ・ out of character / inbox.#ఇ ・ pairing / tarek & priscilla.

smash or pass priscilla —— finn :/

♡ ’ ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯ " what kind of question is that. be so forreal. "

#speaking like an american in this one #ఇ ・ out of character / inbox.#ఇ ・ pairing / tarek & priscilla.

smash or pass eli —— loey 🤭

♡ ’ ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯ " elias ? he's hot. why wouldn't i smash ? "

#ఇ ・ out of character / inbox.#ఇ ・ pairing / héloise & elias.

"Can I kiss you?" / blossom and lucy !

♡ ’ ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯ LUCY.EXE HAS STOPPED WORKING.

#the gay panic will ALWAYS win #ఇ ・ pairing / lucy & blossom.#ఇ ・ out of character / inbox.

🖤 — eli ( to loey ) !!

attractiveness:

repulsive / hideous / ugly / not attractive / unappealing / not unattractive / meh / no preference / ok / mildly attractive / nice looking / cute / adorable / attractive / pleasant on the eyes / good looking / hot / sexy / beautiful / gorgeous / hot damn / would tap that / perfect / godlike / holy fuck there are no words.

personality:

grating / irritating / frustrating / boring / confusing at best / awkward / unreasonable / psychotic / disturbing / interesting / engaging / affectionate / aggressive / ambitious / anxious / artistic / bad tempered / bossy / charismatic / appealing / unappealing / creative / courageous / dependable / unreliable / unpredictable / predictable / devious / dim / extroverted / introverted / egotistical / gregarious / fabulous / impulsive / intelligent / sympathetic / talkative / up beat / peaceful / calming / badass / flexible.

how likely they would have sex with them:

not if they were the last person on earth and the world was ending / fuck no! / never / no way / not likely / not sure / indifferent / I’m asexual / maybe / probably / it depends / fairly likely / likely / yeah sure / yes / would tap that / hell yes / fuck yes! / wishing that could happen right now / as many times as possible / we are already having sex.

level of friendship:

never in a million years / worst of enemies / enemies / rivals / indifferent / neutral / acquaintance / friendly toward each other / casual friends / friends / good friends / best friends / fuck buddies / bosom buddies / practically the same person / would die for them / true friends / my only friend.

first impression of them:

i hate them so much / i don’t like them / i don’t trust them / they annoy me / they’re weird / I’m indifferent / meh / they seem alright / they’re growing on me / truce / I think I like them / I like them / I’m not sure if I trust them / I trust them / they’re cool / they’re genuine / I think we’re going to get along / I really like them / I think I’m in love / oh fuck they’re hot / I love them.

current impression of them:

i hate them so much / i don’t like them / i don’t trust them / they annoy me / they’re weird / I’m indifferent / meh / they seem alright / they’re growing on me / truce / I think I like them / I like them / I’m not sure if I trust them / I trust them / they’re cool / they’re genuine / I think we’re going to get along / I really like them / I think I’m in love / oh fuck they’re hot / I love them.

#ఇ ・ out of character / inbox.#ఇ ・ pairing / héloise & elias.

🖤 — priscilla ( to finn ) !!

attractiveness:

repulsive / hideous / ugly / not attractive / unappealing / not unattractive / meh / no preference / ok / mildly attractive / nice looking / cute / adorable / attractive / pleasant on the eyes / good looking / hot / sexy / beautiful / gorgeous / hot damn / would tap that / perfect / godlike / holy fuck there are no words.

personality:

grating / irritating / frustrating / boring / confusing at best / awkward / unreasonable / psychotic / disturbing / interesting / engaging / affectionate / aggressive / ambitious / anxious / artistic / bad tempered / bossy / charismatic / appealing / unappealing / creative / courageous / dependable / unreliable / unpredictable / predictable / devious / dim / extroverted / introverted / egotistical / gregarious / fabulous / impulsive / intelligent / sympathetic / talkative / up beat / peaceful / calming / badass / flexible.

how likely they would have sex with them:

not if they were the last person on earth and the world was ending / fuck no! / never / no way / not likely / not sure / indifferent / I’m asexual / maybe / probably / it depends / fairly likely / likely / yeah sure / yes / would tap that / hell yes / fuck yes! / wishing that could happen right now / as many times as possible / we are already having sex.

level of friendship:

never in a million years / worst of enemies / enemies / rivals / indifferent / neutral / acquaintance / friendly toward each other / casual friends / friends / good friends / best friends / fuck buddies / bosom buddies / practically the same person / would die for them / true friends / my only friend.

first impression of them:

i hate them so much / i don’t like them / i don’t trust them / they annoy me / they’re weird / I’m indifferent / meh / they seem alright / they’re growing on me / truce / I think I like them / I like them / I’m not sure if I trust them / I trust them / they’re cool / they’re genuine / I think we’re going to get along / I really like them / I think I’m in love / oh fuck they’re hot / I love them.

current impression of them:

i hate them so much / i don’t like them / i don’t trust them / they annoy me / they’re weird / I’m indifferent / meh / they seem alright / they’re growing on me / truce / I think I like them / I like them / I’m not sure if I trust them / I trust them / they’re cool / they’re genuine / I think we’re going to get along / I really like them / I think I’m in love / oh fuck they’re hot / I love them.

#mixed feelings all over the place . . .#ఇ ・ out of character / inbox.#ఇ ・ pairing / tarek & priscilla.

(last one sorry 2 annoy) "Can I kiss you?" / eli and loey !!!!

♡ ’ ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯ " oh. " a few surprised blinks before a smile spreads. " of course you can. if anyone can kiss me, mon cher, it's you. "

#ఇ ・ out of character / inbox.#ఇ ・ pairing / héloise & elias.

smash or pass blossom —— lucy!!!!

♡ ’ ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯ " nice try, creep, but i'm a feminist. i don't talk about people like that. " translation: until the neighbors call the cops. even then, i will be [CENSORED FOR YOUR OWN GOOD, TRUST ME] until the prison stinks. until dehydration claims us both. until satan himself knocks on the lord's door to ask what the fuck is wrong with us.

#ఇ ・ out of character / inbox.#ఇ ・ pairing / lucy & blossom.

hiercphant

⚠️ a text meant for someone else. — for kal & billie !

[ 11:52 PM ] [ attachment: 1 image ] u up ? [ 11:52 PM ] oh fuck [ 11:52 PM ] hey b so so so so sorry ignore that [ 11:53 PM ] matter fact if u could delete that, that would be great [ 11:56 PM ] god. i'm so sorry. jesus [ 11:58 PM ] see u in class tomorrow

#ఇ ・ pairing / eunbi & kaleo.#tears running down her face rn .

graeclandtoo

🍎 an apologetic text. — cilla and f*nn

[ imsg → f ] that fight wasn’t your fault. i shouldn’t have lashed out at you like that — 𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭 ! [ imsg → f ] i have so much i want to tell you. but i don’t know if i can do that — 𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭 ! [ imsg → f ] telling you will mean it’s real and i don’t want it to be — 𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭 ! [ imsg → f ] i don’t want to lose you — 𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭 ! [ imsg → f ] i don’t want us to run out of time — 𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭 ! [ imsg → αστέρι μου ] come over if you want

#ఇ ・ pairing / tarek & priscilla.#has a lot to say but won’t say it .

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