it is what it is

lucas, 20, undelcared I like music and kisses via Ryder

[lucasteele-blog]

Who The Hell Was Miro? || Levi and Miro

[ethansk]

It was quite obvious that the boy with the blue mask was a bit under the weather. A great first impression, what a drunken mess he already was. “You could of done better at least,” smirking devilishly as he ran his fingers through his own trashed hair. Cole began to question who this flushed-face person was. His voice was far from familiar, and it didn’t help that his words slurred together. Was he his partner for the night? Quite odd of a selection if you asked him, out of all the women in the house they paired him up with a boy? Not the kind of night Cole had in mind.

Silence rang heavy in the air, just enough time to study this potted fellow. He noticed the two men sported almost identical outfits, right down the to sparkles in their masks. Could The Team make this anymore obvious, this mess of a human had to be Levi. Cole jumped back to focus just in time. “Wha- I have no idea who the hell you are.” “This incompetent bastard has no clue who I am,” he thought.

[lucasteele-blog]

First of all, what? Second of all, what? Isaac or not, so-and-so was being a complete and shameless asshole, and Lucas got that enough from being in a relationship with Ryder; he didn't exactly need it from someone he was sipping being a jackass through a straw. Lucas caught that much from Miro, or whatever the hell their Alias was. And the Yorkshire boy wasn't exactly about to brush the - rather unimpressive, of course - insult beneath the carpet. He sucked in a small breath and rolled his eyes in spite of Miro, fingertips curling around the red cup as he brought the brim to his lips.

Lucas squinted his eyes slowly at Miro's latter wit, eyebrows pressed together from the plethora of unfathomable thoughts whipping through his mind. He sighed and waved it away with his hand, chuckling breathily at the predicament they found themselves in. Besides, he was far too lost within the alcohol to not be an oblivious, daft imbecile  "Isaac, I know it's you," Lucas breathed out and shook his head, slumping his shoulders. "No need to be a dick tonight, either."

[supindie]

I’m sure if it was a kiss from you it would still be worth while. Maybe I could do more than woe you, yeah? Of course, if I was given the chance.  I try. I guess it does, although I wished it didn’t sound like I was some serial killer. By the way, where does a name like Levi come from? You’re not wearing any jeans or such.

[lucasteele-blog]

And how would your more than woe me, love? Enlighten me. I'm thinking it's a Sherlock Holmes type of thing, don't ch'ya think?

[supindie]

Depends do I get a kiss or something as a reward in the end or should I just settle for a pat in the back? Sidekick, hm? Sounds like a good idea, I like it. No need to thank me, I’m just speaking the truth here, mate. Eh, I should have gone with a lighter name, right?

[lucasteele-blog]

Ah, what good is a kiss if you're expecting it? All depends just how well you woe me, love. But I'd say you're off to an impressive start. Crimson fits, a little mysterious, if you ask me.

[supindie]

I was hoping you could be, yeah? I mean, even with a mask covering most of your face, you’re incredibly attractive.

[lucasteele-blog]

You're willing to whisk me from danger at any given moment? How about I'm a sidekick or summat? I mean, balance out tights and khakis here, mate. Yeah? That's... thank you. You're really sweet for someone who goes by Crimson.

[ryderftw-blog]

I know, it shocks me too. I didn’t even ask him out by myself, what a wonderful lad I am. Well, he does the same thing as me so I’ll be okay. You just worry about your little relationship.

Please, my green eyes are special. You’re just stuck with my blue ones. Behind you? Are you positive?

[lucasteele-blog]

Gladly, sweetheart.

You know, for someone so completely full of themselves, you're really quite interested in talking about the faults of other people. But I'd expect as much, nonetheless.

[supindie]

I’m Crimson, newspaper editor by day, crime-fighting badass by night. Sounds fun, right?

[lucasteele-blog]

What a comic book fantasy - who's the damsel in distress, then?

[ryderftw-blog]

Oh, I’d know? Well, you’re in luck because I’m also happily in a relationship. I just love messing with people. My boyfriend doesn’t always appreciate that, it’s fine though.

Green eyes, eh? That exact shade happens to be my real eye color, no lie. Know so. Polo’s only makes you sound like a pretentious twat.

[lucasteele-blog]

You're in a relationship? How the hell does your boyfriend tolerate how obnoxiously flirty you are without letting jealousy consume his well being? 

Yeah? Small world, who knew more than one person had green eyes? Good thing then, I was a pretentious twat, but that's all behind me, love.

[lucasteele-blog]

For the majority of the evening, I'm Levi. Perhaps a troubled sailor that ran from his homeland or something.

[ryderftw-blog]

I could literally talk about the fascination of paint drying, and I could still get into your pants, guaranteed.  Are you really saying that I’m not good with my hands? I’m disappointed in you, you must not know me at all after this time. Time being this small conversation we’re having at the moment.

Hey, shh. Soo not contact lenses, light blue has been my eye color since I woke up today. I like this whole hair style you have going on here, though. Very rugged.

[lucasteele-blog]

Hilarious, really. If I even wanted to fool around with you in the least, you'd know by this point. But I'm happily in a relationship, and they're much, much more interesting than drying paint. 

Contacts or not, I prefer green eyes - sorry, mate. Think so? I thought I look like a scrub, but then again, I had a phase where I only wore polo's, so.

[ryderftw-blog]

Familiar? Impossible Levi, I’m one of a kind. Besides who counts pencils, pens is where it’s at! Blue, black, red, ballpoint, fountain, felt-tip- I could go on for days.

Really? The eyes that I have are one hundred percent real, yup.

[lucasteele-blog]

So, Spyro, is knowledge of writing utensils your pickup line of getting into someone's pants? Because then I'm actually intrigued on the topic. Why pens? Why not highlighters, sharpies? A personal favorite, finger paint? Ah, maybe you're just not good with your hands.

Babe, I can actually see through your contact lenses; but I admire your sarcasm, nonetheless. Oh, um, my hair doesn't usually look so... so much like after-sex, by the way. 

[ryderftw-blog]

Yeah, like James Bond!

Tell me something I don’t know, I’ve been told that I’ve been a charmer since a young age mate. I tell the truth though.

[lucasteele-blog]

Ah, your cockiness is familiar, sweetheart. But, it is a masquerade after all, and everyone is in love with the thought of being someone else, so you could be a shy boy that counts pencils for entertainment. I'll take your word for it, though. 

Flattering, but these aren't even my real eye colour, either.

[lucasteele-blog]

Who The Hell Was Miro? || Levi and Miro

[ethansk]

Cole thought how he had to change his appearance was stupid and pointless. No one would recognize him anyway, so what did it matter? His lack of social contact proved he wasn’t for these kinds of things. Cole thought of just blowing the whole charade off, but that’s taking the fun out of everything. Plus this gave him the once in a life time to be an asshole, so why not go all out? He disregarded this Milo’s personality and undertook the role of a douchebag. Topping off the look with bleach-blond hair and green contacts. A final glace at the mirror was a reminder that Cole was long gone.

He had no intention to have any contact with this Levi person. Cole hoped he’d just be able to ignore them, but curiosity got the better of him. Before he knew it, he had asked everyone the the building their name. No Levi, that was in till he ran into a very potent man. Cole must have missed him, “Nice, uh.. fringe.”

[lucasteele-blog]

Well, son of a tap-dancing bitch. Isaac? They paired him up with Isaac? Out of everyone in the house, the damn island, Isaac Rivers? Honestly, The Team could have at least left Lucas a little mystified, not even giving the Irish boy contacts or a new hair style or something or the other. The only thing he really changed was his accent, which was rather impressive, if Lucas was being honest. And maybe he was oblivious to the fact Isaac was suddenly much taller and things of the rather, but really, the spiked kool-aid punch already had the better of him. He frowned lazily and huffed a breath, "I'm not too fond of it, either."

He was quiet for a few moments, pulling his bottom lip between his teeth and gnawed down. Lucas had to admit, he was actually wondering how easily it would be to kill himself by smashing his face against the corner of the table, hopefully giving him a life threatening concussion. He just felt too awkward to breath, and too hazy to think straight and he wanted to go back to his room and kiss Ryder's lips and giggle at the four nipples he loves so much. But nonetheless, here he was, with Isaac. And he wasn't too sure what to think about it. "So, um- I haven't seen you since... in a while."

[ryderftw-blog]

Oh tell me about it, that guy made me want to kill myself. Levi, hm? Kind of like an agent name.

That mask of yours makes you look really hot, by the way, I hope it’s not too soon to say that.

[lucasteele-blog]

Agent Levi "double 'o' seven"? Phenomenal. 

Ah, nothing more than complimenting someone who's wearing a mask that covers the majority of their face. You're a charmer. 

[ryderftw-blog]

Exactly, it’s always been a favorite of mine actually. Nice to meet you Levi.

[lucasteele-blog]

Right!? But I admit, whenever I chased the guy that said "na na na na na" over and over again, I wanted to throw my controller at the telly. Pleasure is all mine, Spyro.

[ryderftw-blog]

Tonight, my name is Spyro. Hello.

[lucasteele-blog]

Spyro? Like, the video game purple dragon? I'm Levi, mate.

[bkcybarnes-blog]

[lucasteele-blog]

Who The Hell Was Miro? || Levi and Miro

Levi wasn't too sure what he was doing. For one, apparently, he had to change his entire lifestyle and eye wear; there was a reason he wore reading glasses whenever he needed to, the boy certainly did not like putting unnecessary things in his eyes and poking around his cornea and iris. That alone took a half hour of growing the balls to do so, and another half hour of trying not to pass out from how ungodly and awful it felt. Comfort, his ass. But, nevertheless, his eyes skimmed through the list of things and- "'Better styled fringe?'" Lucas guffawed at that, smacking his lips in spite. He didn't harp, of course, there was no one really to whine to, anyway. And he wasn't really about to become someone to talk to himself, either. 

So, in other words, Levi-Lucas reluctantly climbed off his high horse and huffed a breath, clad in the clothes The Team oh so generously gave him, even if he did look like a pretentious twat. Ryder would have a laugh, he thought to himself. And as he made way to the masquerade ball, there was only one question on his mind: who was Miro? Lucas had his suspicions. The note did in fact entail said someone would teach him a valuable lesson - which left Lucas feeling like complete shit and contemplate running off to Thailand or something - so there could be only a number of people here to look down on him as everyone else always did. That was over, the past. Lucas didn't really need to dig up old things, even if it was less than a week ago. He was happy, his boyfriend was happy. Wasn't that enough? Anyway, he relaxed by the punch bowl, eyes slowly skimming the room, catching someone with awfully gelled fringe and, yeah, he sort of knew who it was and really couldn't help but giggle. Right, where and who the hell was Miro?