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I TRIED TO WRITE YOUR NAME IN THE R A I N BUT THE RAIN NEVER CAME, SO I MADE WITH THE SUN, THE SHAME ALWAYS COMES AT THE WORST TIME. ASK ME WHAT I'M ( THINKING ) ABOUT, I'LL TELL YOU THAT I'M THINKING ABOUT WHATEVER YOU'RE THINKING ABOUT.

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╰  ✧ — ❛ emory  carlton & floyd  sanna   ( @majorsarcana )

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                                            ╰  ✧ — ❛ emory  carlton  &  leo  caldwell ( @noromances )

                                                                      we were a PERFECT match, 

                                                                                  but sadly matches b u r n.

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WESTON + ISLA

he notes ( halfway through a love song, too ) that he can’t see SHIT, but he sees her. this time, he doesn’t criticise himself, doesn’t inwardly scoff as he considers the light hanging low a few feet behind her a halo. even as he thinks about how much he needs a drink, he doesn’t find the motivation for self-flagellation. it’s an accomplishment, or maybe it’s his other foot finally planting itself within the third circle of hell. regardless, he’s noticeably HAPPY when he leaves his bandmates dealing with their mess to pursue that drink. it’s an effort not to crack open his sullen exterior with a grin when he then hears her, but his tone is all warmth with his response. “ come on, i invited you. ” he attempts to flag down the obviously heterosexual bartender and fails, but he doesn’t notice that, eyes on isla. “ you can ask me out next time, then i’ll let you play the chivalrous one. ” or maybe he doesn’t need that drink.

isla was FLOATING, and not because of the martini she’d nervously downed five minutes before approaching him. she wasn’t sure why her stomach was in knots that evening, or why she suddenly cared so much. but as she twirls a strand of hair around her finger ( a nervous habit of hers ), she realizes that there was nowhere else she would rather be and the thought alone was rather terrifying. “come on, you always pay. besides, it isn’t everyday i come to one of your gigs. and it’s your big night ––– we’re celebrating you.” she shakes her head, determined to win this one. “at least let me get the first one. and if you play your cards right i might just ask you out for another.” she smiles coyly, fingertips brushing against his forearm not so subtly. there was no doubt in her mind she was doing all this wrong, as she had never been good with reciprocation to begin with, but some part of her knew ( or at least hoped ) he would understand.

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noromances:

- ̗̀  CLOSED STARTER — @mccnlvghts

“ HONESTLY, sometimes i wonder why i’m friends with someone who spends half an hour setting up the perfect ‘ flat lay ’ & then another half an hour to take a photo, all for instagram. ” she means to tease thea, of course, surprisingly without any real judgement behind her words because for once she’s actually learning to accept the differences between them. and, mind you, the only reason she even knows the term flat lay is B E C A U S E of thea. call her a dork but, after all, she hadn’t invited her over for tea & cake without doing some impressive research first. she certainly wasn’t attempting to serve an aesthetically pleasing snack for the two of them because she personally cared about aesthetic. “ i guess you look cute while doing it, though. now that i think about it, that’s probably why. ” 

friends. the term almost startles thea, though her surprise is hidden behind the carefully crafted look of concentration she’s currently sporting. the brunette doesn’t have many friends, partially due to her selfish nature and inability to maintain a healthy relationship ( she was WORKING on it. ) but she does appreciate spending time with minnie, more than she would probably like to admit. “it’s an art, love. just one inch off and i could potentially lose thousands of likes.” she swipes through the numerous pictures she’s already TAKEN, brows furrowing in deep thought. giving up for the moment, she allows her phone to fall into her lap with an exasperated sigh. “cute ? i’m afraid i look too stressed to be cute.” she blows off the compliment, in an attempt to ignore the way it made her heart race. “y’know what would get me a lot of likes ? your FACE. i don’t see why i can’t show you off to my followers.” 

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leo.

his defensive instincts tell him that her comment about work is purposely offered to criticize him & leo ALMOST opens his mouth to question her on it, but he quickly refrains from doing so. for most of the life he’d shared with emory, work did come first to leo. had that been the reason why their relationship didn’t work ? he still wasn’t sure sometimes. had he not prioritized her enough ? well— it doesn’t really matter now, does it ? he only wishes they can be able to share a pleasant dinner together & he’s going to try his hardest, since he can’t very well get out of it now. and, granted, his efforts don’t seem to be working thus far, considering there’s a brief moment of strange silence between them, neither one sure of what to do next. “ i’d say it’s more of a busy LIFE. ” leo sighs. “ but i can still make time to see old friends, so i can’t complain. ” he adds his most charming grin, a feature that usually worked with most people to ease the ambient. leo takes his eyes off her for all of three seconds to look at the waiter as he hands them the menu & then he’s back to observing her, almost as if attempting to figure out why exactly she actually came tonight. “ i’m sure you don’t want to hear about that. you look great, by the way. i hope the restaurant is alright, i know the CHEF so i was able to book something last minute. ” did that just sound too rich ? he has the sudden urge to roll his eyes at himself. “ anyway, how was your day ? ” he asks as he opens the menu, though he’s about to spend more time wondering why the fuck he just said SO much all at once than actually reading the damn thing.

for once in her life, emory was TRULY nervous. there was just something about his presence that made her feel uneasy,perhaps because of their shared history. though it was years ago, she could still remember it vividly, and she probably always would. it was both a blessing and a CURSE. “thank you, and so do you.” she accepts his compliment rather awkwardly, brushing a strand of hair out of her eyes as she gathers the courage to meet his gaze. how was he still able to have such an EFFECT on her ? “the restaurant is great. this view is AMAZING.” emory gestures to the london skyline that acted as the backdrop for their dinner. she allows her lips to curl into a small smile of gratitude, a silent effort to break some of the unspoken tension. she had a bad habit of appearing standoffish when in reality she was just overly tense and on edge ( for no good reason ). “it was extremely LONG.” she sighs deeply, tearing her eyes away from the menu briefly as she elaborates further. “my boss is kinda goin’ crazy about this deadline we have to meet next week, so the office is basically a warzone. i think leaving to come here was the FIRST time i left my desk all day.” emory loves her job, she really does, but it was nice to get a break. “needless to say, this is a nice change of scenery. thanks for inviting me, by the way.” she pauses, aware that she was near rambling territory. “to be honest, i wasn’t sure if i’d ever see you again. after the other week, i mean. i’m glad i did, though. it’s good to catch up.” code for: i missed you.

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if someone were to ask isla why she showed up that night, she honestly wouldn’t be able to give them a real, concrete answer. sure, wes had mentioned his show a few times before, but it was pretty obvious she WOULDN’T be attending. but here she was, on a perfectly good saturday night, at the bar she absolutely despises, watching the man she constantly brushes off perform with his band. WHY ? she decides, as she watches the band perform on stage, it’s simply because she had nothing better to do and absolutely nothing to do with her burning desire to see wes again. by the end of the show she almost believes it ( and almost skips out early, too ), but deep down part of her wants him to know she showed up. she finds him where she always does ––– at the bar. “you were great up there.” and it wasn’t a lie. she leans against the counter, arms crossed over her chest as she gazes at him through thick eyelashes. “drinks on me tonight.” — @dulcidines

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noromances:

- ̗̀  CLOSED STARTER — @mccnlvghts

he doesn’t even really want to do this, yet he’s cursing himself for being late all the way there. and it’s not that he doesn’t want to see her; more that he doesn’t feel like himself when he’s around her and that terrifies him a little bit. leonardo with emory is a BETTER leo, but that guy isn’t the one with enough influence to get a last minute dinner reservation in one of the most expensive and popular restaurants in london that’s booked for months to come. that guy is far less likable. he’s going up the elevator now, fully aware that it’s unacceptable to be over thirty minutes late, but it’s quite literally too late to fix it. why did he ask her out ?! no, this isn’t a date. it’s old friends reuniting, catching up. they barely had a chance to speak the last time, the first time in years, and in the heat of the moment he suggested getting dinner another time. why would he torture himself like this ? it’s a useless question now that the elevator doors open and he rushes to be guided to her table. near the window, overlooking the city at night, she awaits him. “ i am so sorry. ” he apologies immediately, a hand gently brushing her arm as a form of greeting, while he unbuttons his suit to sit down. “ i wish i could have a more creative excuse, but it was work & terrible traffic. you know how i hate being late. i hope this doesn’t put a bad START to our evening ? ”

the days leading up to dinner with leo were almost pure torture for emory. while she was buried in enough work to keep her distracted during the day, she was instantly filled with regret and anxiety the second she got a moment to herself. she couldn’t count how many times she’d almost texted him to say she couldn’t make it, but her curiosity and burning desire to see him again ultimately won her over. now, she finds herself sitting ALONE in one of the fanciest restaurants she’s ever stepped foot in, waiting for him. twenty minutes pass and she begins to wonder why she even bothered showing up. she’s instantly reminded of the times she’d waited for him at university, although things were much simpler back then. she hears him approach, drawing her emerald hues away from the window to glance up at him as he sits. she bites back the urge to make a snarky comment, something she wouldn’t have hesitated in doing years before. the last thing she wants to do is WASTE her time. however, she decides to give him a chance ( she seems to be full of them ), instead offering him a small smile with the shake of her head. “hey, don’t worry about it. work comes first, i understand.” she sympathizes, crossing her hands on her lap as she leans back in her seat. suddenly speechless, she doesn’t even know where to begin. there was so much to talk about. “busy day ?”

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