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dvinefem·:

               giada – the little voice in the back of her mind repeated, cheeks flushing. the FULL use of her first name initially made her shudder, reminding her of childhood when her mother would scold her quietly in a store for grabbing at too many things in the aisles. but, it was just good ol’ max. pushing out glossed lower lip into a lighthearted pout, the girl plucked the hair tie out from his fingers. “ aw, c’mon. don’t be such a grump. think of them like little reminders of ME sprinkled throughout your room. i know there’s an itty bitty piece of you that loves me. ” her words rolled off the tongue rather sweetly – sugarcane in comparison to his venom. “ but seriously, nowak.. do you have any playing cards ?? i need ‘em for tonight. ”

   max sat himself down --- possibly searching for yet another batch of hair ties. "oh, trust me .. if I WANTED to have something from you here, I'd simply take the c l u m p of hairs you regularly leave here. how much hair can a human being lose before it gets concerning." it was rhetorical, of course. his eyebrows furrowed at her next words, eyes INSTANTLY scanningg the room for said object in question. "playing cards?" everything in his room had a p l a c e --- nothing was far out of the order. so one fluid reach underneath his bed was enough to pull out what was asked from him. "like these ones?" with that he c h u c k e d the cards over to her. "do I want to know why you need them, exactly?"

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vcsiliev·:

the  fact  that  the  other  gave  in  so  easily  —  joining  him  on  top  of  the  bed , was  actually  quite  surprising .  not  that  he  was COMPLAINING , the  corner  of  nik’s  lips  tugging  upwards  as  the  other  boy  started  nudging  him .   “  well ,  i  wanted  to  take  your  advice  and  avoid  the  fight  if  it  was  possible  . “  nik  slowly  pulled  in  his  various  limbs  ,  his  eyes  dropping  to  witness  the  few  pages  that  was  crumpled  underneath  him .  he  rolled  his  eyes  at  the  other’s  urgent  tone ,  pulling  the  previously  organized  notes  out  —  starting  to  scanning  the  other’ s  handwriting .  “ you  read  my  mind ,  DARLING . “ nikolai  spoke  the  nickname  with  sickening  sweetness ;   knowing how  it  would  make  maxime’s  skin  itch .  “ these  actually  makes  A  LOT  more  sense  than  whatever  i  have  written  down . “  he  folded  the  notes ,  quite  sloppily  ,  and  put  it  inside  of  his  jacket .  “  you  are  so  OVERDRAMATIC .  with  the  large  amount  of  alcohol  that  i  have  brought  you  over  the  years ,  you  would  think  that  you  would  treat  me  with  more  kindness .  and  also  that  you  would  have  a  little  more  faith  in  me . “  as  nikolai’s  hand  was  still  located  within  his  leather  jacket  ,  an  overdue  sigh  moved  over  his  lips ;  before  pulling  out  a  small  wheatgrass  shot .  “  it’s  not  cheap  wine  but  i  thought  you’d  like  it .  the  girl  i  knicked  it  from  had  the  same  ‘ vegan  preaching ,  save  all  the  animals  &  recycle ‘  vibe  that  you  do  . “  nikolai  leaned  in  as  close  as  he  slipped  the  green  vile  into  the  other’s  hand,  a  CROOKED  smirk  spreading  as  he  let  his  fingers  linger  for  a  moment  .  “ ..  don’t  say  i’ve  never  given  you  anything ,  nowak . “ 

   maxime was left to w a t c h in pure and utter horror as nikolai removed the paper from underneath him only to continue to absendmindedly shove it into somewhere deeply settled within his jacket. "contempt ... doesn't even BEGIN to describe what I'm feeling right now." he r a r e l y meant things like that. sure, he was taken aback by most things the other did without any sign of HESITATION but going as far as hating on him for his natural ways would be a notch too far .. even for him. "since you're up actually using my tips, why don't you take this one in CONSIDERATION, as well?" sharp eyes carved holes into nikolai --- a try to capture his attention. "use that nonsensical sugarcoated bullshit on the people you're trying to charm out of their pants, alright. all that does to me is wanting to peel myself out of my fucking s k i n . last warning or else I'm gonna ruthlessly feed you to your ex .. dick first, I don't fucking care." he was ranting again, he was aware of that. he was ranting as he took the bottle from the other's hand, uncapping it and taking a cautious WIFF. "and oh my .. what in the hell is that?" not like he gave nikolai enough space to actually answer. "you're trying to poison someone with this shit?" he let the tip of his tongue slightly d i p into the unknown liquid before cringing into himself. "absolutely no fucking way." with that the cap went back on the bottle --- throwing it directly ontop of nikolai's stomach. "take that rat poison back to your dungeon." only then, he realized the gaze lingering on him. "what are the moon eyes for, huh?"

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vcsiliev·:

nikolai  craned  his  neck  ;   a  less  SUBTLE  way  to  let  his  gaze  drag  over  the  back  of  the  other  boy’s  frame  as  he  moved  to  close  the  door .  the  moment  the  sound  of  the  door  closing  was  heard ,  nikolai  suddenly  felt  more  at  ease  while  simultaneously  taking  notice  of  how  something  heavy  and  undeniable  entered  the  air .  maxime   turned  around ,  catching  nikolai  and  how  he  leisurely  had  let  his  gaze  linger  a  moment  to  long — causing  the  latter  to  raise  his  hands  as  if  to  proclaim  his  innocence .  no  harm  in  looking ,  was  there  ? as  nik  decided  not  to  push  his  luck  any  further ,  he  sat  up  momentarily  to  pull  his  sneakers  off  his  feet .  “ i’ll  have  you  know  that  i  have  enough  desperate  souls  to  make  use  of  on  a  day  like  this .  i  suppose  that  i’d  rather  just  spend  it  annoying  you . “  nikolai  patted  on  the  small  space  of  the  bed  that  his  large  frame  did  not  occupy ;  similiar   to  how  someone  would  summon  a  dog . “  OR  it  could  just  be  that  i  am  hiding  from  my  psycho  ex  and  your  place  was  the  closest  and  easiest  escape  route .  either  way ,  happy  valentine’s  nowak  — looks  like  you’re  stuck  with  me . “

   max would be lying if he said he wasn't aware of nikolai's reputation around campus. of course, he knew. everyone did at this point. to most his sheer presence was enough to cause a huge fucking ruckus. maxime, himself, wasn't sure as to why. not exactly, at least. sure, he wasn't u g l y .. sure, he could be rather charming but there was no need to flaunt over another human being like that. but he simply put it off as one of the few things he didn't understand in life. turning on the back of his heels he was met with nik's gaze, fixed on nothing but him. it STARTLED him for a brief moment, he had to admit as far. but he much rather gloss over it than adress it --- mostly the way to go with someone like nikolai. "sure, that's plausible." he sighed in relief as his sneakers dropped to the ground, which made him finally walk back over to his bed .. his own fucking bed. "hiding .. again, huh." there was little to no judgment in that, surprisingly. "fucking HORRAY. didn't even bring cheap ass wine with you. the least you could've done, really." maxime sighed as he plopped himself besides the other. "now be a decent guest and scoot.." he pushed him a little before an irritated groan rumbled deep out from his throat. "you're literally laying on my notes. the notes you'll probably need to copy, anyways. so, like .. fuck off."

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repeatcdisms·:

being under his gaze, winnie felt stripped bare. not like the way that she sometimes did around douchebag guys at parties- like they were undressing her, i m a g i n i n g her. but like an x-ray used to reveal bones that had been broken. like he could look at her and see all of the ways that he had hurt her. all of the fractures that should have already healed but instead splintered. and it wasn’t fair. it wasn’t fair because after all of that time, shouldn’t it be her who could see him so clearly? she was the one who had actually cared. lithe arms wrapped across her waist as if to shield herself from his gaze, to hold herself together so that he wouldn’t see. but her smile didn’t falter.

his voice was music. it had always been music, but the sound was discordant and wrong. a piano out of tune. and the use of her name, her proper name, said as c o l d l y as she had always heard it growing up, nearly made her flinch. “did i mention worrying about you, maxime? i just wanted to see if there was some rager last night that i hadn’t heard about, since it looks like you got about ten minutes of sleep.” and she wasn’t harsh, no, because harsh would reveal too much. instead, she spoke in the same tone that you might talk to your aunt or the grocery store clerk. friendly, in a detached way. and all of the things that she might have wanted to say stayed buried in her chest. “i’m curious,” she said with mock-earnestness, “what if somebody were to respond to that, “well, i do mind, as a matter of fact.” i mean, are you stuck in conversation with them, then? trapped by social conventions until they release you?” she laughed the same easy laugh that she might have if she were talking to one of her friends. good.

   of fucking course, she wouldn't let it pass him. maxime should have known better than simply brushing her off. guinevere wilde wasn't one to just let things s l i d e --- being a real SPITFIRE, at that. max knew this and it almost made a smile twitch on his features ... almost. there was a brief pause clinging between them. it wasn't like max didn't know how to continue, it was simply the fact that he couldn't gain enough breath to do it --- only wanting out of this situation as quick as human possible. where there once was warmth lingering was now nothing but avoidance. he huffed a shortlived breath through his nostrils, blinking a couple of times. his eyes fleetingly shifted to the side almost as if checking for any way out. he would flee if needed, he wasn't above that. yet he chose to adjust his stance with his arms folded in front of him.

   maxime couldn't help but narrow his eyes at her tone --- something within him triggering at that. "I don't recall having to explain myself to you." it was false pride, he knew it the moment it left his lips. it was always just that. false pride and cynical bitterness. "but if you must know .. no, there was nothing going on last night. nothing more than the old usual, that is." absentmindedly he nodded towards the library only around the corner .. she would know what to make of it. "satisfied now?" he let his gaze roam over the woman for any sign of change in her expression. "what about you?" it was like he caved without him really w a n t i n g to. "you alright?" here was to hoping winnie would pick up on him caring without him having to actually say it outloud.

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vcsiliev·:

“ .. well ,  to  be  fair  —  there  was  very  little  breaking  involved . “  nik  raised  a finger  to  his  lips  in  thought ,  as  if  he  mockingly  tried  to  match  the  other’s  intellectual  sparring .  not  that  he’d  every  manage  to  do  that .  “  the  door  was  open  so  as  far  as  BREAKING  &  ENTERING  goes  ,  all  that  i  did  was  enter  a  room  which  could  be  justified  since  i  heard  a  strange  man  talking  to  himself  in  here . “ nikolai  raised  his  eyebrow  ,  well  aware  of  the  buttons  he  was  currently  pushing .  “  DID  YOU  KNOW  that  talking  to  yourself  is  a  sign  of  insanity ?  i  was  just  doing  my  CIVIC  DUTY  as  a  concerned  citizen . “  the  boy  blatantly  ignored  the  forceful  push  of  the  other’s  kneecap , reaching  within  his  jacket  to  pull  out  a  lighter .  “ don’t  you  worry , my  dear , i  made  sure  to  shower  off  every  kind  of  bodily  fluid  before  gracing  you  with  my  presence . “ even with those words spoken , nik made a show of making himself extra comfortable , wringing his body on top of the blankets . “ so , are you going to tell me what caused that frown on your face , or do you want me to guess ? did the professor forget to give you homework and now you no longer have any plans for valentine’s day ? ”

   one eyebrow a r c h e d at nikolai, maxime bit the inside of his cheek to focus himself. it wasn't rare that the other came around to his place --- it wasn't rare that he got under his skin almost instatly, either. something about his casual behaviour and the way he simply took what he desired made max furious --- like he didn't see the full picture, ever. not to forget about that damned smirk. "you throw words like 'insanity' at me .. yet you still continue to provoke me." and there was almost a little humor in that. deciding to drop the bothered act seeing that nikolai wouldn't care for it eitherways, max nudged his knee one more time. "if you're gonna keep on being an obnoxious little fucker .. at least take your shoes off. pretend to have some manners, will you." bright hues scanned the room, almost tactical. "also do us all a favor and learn to close the fucking door." with that he gently pushed it back into it's frame. "and no." his gaze fell onto nik again before rolling his eyes. "can't be assed to even give you a proper answer to that. what about you, though? no desperate soul to harvest for your ... desires?" his lips curled in something very close to DISGUST at that. "yikes, I feel like disinfecting my hands after saying that." and so he did.

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a closed starter for @oncecraved​

   "you did what?" it was rare for maxime to react in such a strong way to ... literally anything. yet the shock in his voice couldn't be contained from leaking through. several seconds passed by in nothing but SILENCE before another rather uncommon thing for the tall man happened --- he l a u g h e d. full on bursted into laughter. his head fell back into his neck, hands finding their spot ontop of his stomach. "oh my GOD, stasie. what the fuck.." and it was almost completely s w a l l o w e d by the ongoing chuckle rumbling through him.

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a closed starter for @jcsiahs​

   a s t r o n g puff of air pushed past his lips --- sighing heavily. "alright, STOP.. for a hot minute there." brows furrowed as he leaned in, arms resting ontop his legs. "repeat yourself for me, will you." oh no. "but not the entire thing. just .. just the.." another irritated sound escaped him. "just what exactly did you plan on doing?" it was a casually occuring thing for josie --- turning up at maxime's place and babbling about yet another of his little P R A N K S that he had planned on pulling. in the end, not that max would openly speak up about it, it was somehow endearing how he searched for his opinion before actually doing it. stupid, without a doubt --- but also endearing.

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a closed starter for @dvinefem​

   "I swear to god.." it was mostly whispered --- venom wrapped in a h u s h e d voice. "giada." a single slender finger picked up the offending piece of plastic sprawled in front of his feet. "if you keep on shitting your hair ties all over my god damn floor I'm gonna P O P a nerve in my head, I swear to fucking god." there was no real rage in his tone, nothing to be actually feared. "seriously.. I have an entire collection of 'em and guess what? I don't LIKE it."

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a closed starter for @rykerfm​

   "no, fuck off.." desperation lingered within his voice. "you literally CAN'T be serious, man." hands flew up in protest but soon found their place ontop of his hips. "look, you made me so mad that I don't know where to put my fucking hands, jeez. think before you s p e a k, will you. because I can't be having this kind of conversation with you again." there was almost a little laugh piercing through his words. it was clear as the day that he actually wasn't seriously s c o l d i n g the other. not this time, at least.

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a closed starter for @scenalis​

   legs casually propped up against one of the empty chairs, max w a i t e d. waited for nell, as per usual. she was probably stuck talking to the bazillion of people she seemingly owed an explanation to. she was that kind of person --- the one to apologize way too much. and max was nothing like that, so if she took any longer than this .. he would pack his bags and leave. nell and him met up almost weekly to study for something that was important to her. it was his service to her and he almost caught himself rolling his eyes as this thought passed his mind. it wasn't like he expected anything in return but sometimes she would bring little gifts ... something she made for him. sometimes cupcakes, sometimes she drew him a picture that mildly represented him. it was ENDEARING, it really was. so, he slumped back in his chair --- waiting.

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repeatcdisms·:

it was never… easy to see max. it usually came with a lurching feeling in her gut, something like a hand gripping onto her stomach and squeezing as hard as it could. but as she passed him today, winnie was struck with the ache more strongly than usual. it was also accompanied by something that was harder to put her finger on… reminiscence? like looking back at an old photograph. and maybe just a tinge of worry. because he looked odd. odder than usual, even. he looked as misplaced as she felt. and he was brushing past some kid with more than the usual brusqueness that colored his tone and then suddenly they were standing in front of each other and she was scrambling to put her usual easygoing smile back on her face. “looks like you had a rough night,” she said lightly. and only somebody who knew her well could have heard the slight softness in her tone.

   the woman's voice c r a w l e d up his spine in what seemed like lightspeed. it was enough to make him stop in his steps that he so sternly directed towards the exit. instead he turned now --- bright hues instantly scanning winnie. he would rather be caught dead than admitting to it but it would never be easy to look at her .. not with everything that happened between them --- not when she looked as beautiful. frail fingers found the slim edge of his collar --- firmly s q u e e z i n g it back into it's right place. "well.. you see.." and there was already another coldly wrapped almost insult ready to be unleashed from his tongue but he swallowed it --- going for one of his half assed not really meant smiles .. the one's you'd see on a manager ready to seal the deal of his life. "there's no need to be worrying about me, guinevere." there was acid burning in his veins, he was sure of that. yet there was nothing that held him back when he cleared his throat --- ready to make a run for it. "well, now.. if you don't mind. I've got things to return to." and, yes .. saying that hurt like a bitch. and, no .. he did not want to leave her like that. but what was he supposed to do?

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trepidatious·:

after spending the whole day watching everyone act like the world had tilted around them, vienna couldn’t help but feel like she was missing something. that there was some elaborate joke that only she wasn’t in on. and while it would not have been the first time that this would have been the case, the amount of disoriented looks she had received throughout the day had her thinking otherwise. used to being passed by as if she wasn’t even there, max walking by her felt familiar and was one of the few things that actually made sense. whispering a hushed “ excuse me. ” she paid know mind to the clenching of her gut as his previous words registered. because he was right, the odds of her actually understanding were slim to none. 

   maxime certainly wasn't a man of great understanding. well, at least that's what he liked to be known about him. yet he could sense the girl taking his words personal. he could see his spoken sentence disappear in her --- settling within. it almost made him feel s o m e t h i n g, something among the lines of guilt maybe. yet instead of wording that emotion out loud, he arched one eyebrow --- turning completely towards the woman. "excuse me? for what?" it was a daring tone. not that she was opposed to explaining herself to him, god forbid he would actually CARE. but he couldn't grasp the whole picture here. he was the one being openly rude. why would she feel sorry?

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vcsiliev·:

nikolai’s smile was PLAYING on his lips ,  the furrowed brows and anxious look in the other’s eyes being enough to bring him some type of J O Y . while nik couldn’t not claim that he was not feeling slightly uneasy as well , seeing maxime nervously playing with the buttons of his shirt somehow brought him a sense of comfort . surely, it had not always been like this — right ? as he tilted his head , as if the other was just utterly fascinating , nikolai couldn’t not help but chuckle .  “ while i am not surprised by the fact that you have stared at your reflection for a good ten minutes — you do surprise me by pretending like you won’t dump an ungodly amount of UNNECESSARY complaints and worries on me . “ he left his position by the door ; subsequently moving to flop down on the other’s bed ( or was it his roomate’s ? did it even matter ? ) . “ come on , NOWAK  — tell me what’s going on in that big head of yours . “

   instant halt came to his tracks as he heard a voice that was more familiar to him than anything he had witnessed so far. but why was this so known to him? one f l u i d movement later he was facing the other male resting ontop of his bed .. seemingly not caring about a single thing. oh, right. it almost outraged him — made him f u m e in his shoes. how could someone be so assured of themselves as nikolai vasiliev, himself? “you do know that breaking into someone’s home is a fellony, right?” slender fingers tugged on the bottom of his shirt to even out the rest of the offending flaws. “also.. get your dirty ass shoes off my comforter, you uncultured pig.” he hissed before shoving nikolai’s feet with his knee. "what's in my head, you wanna know? how to get your sweat stains out of my fucking pillow." his voice rose a notch or two --- something quite common when it came to the both of them.

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glvssfm·:

CONFUSION WAS ETCHED ACROSS soft features, eyebrows narrowed as dark eyes scanned the room around her. the room filled with her classmates from what was supposed to be ten years ago. as her landed on someone who looked just as lost as she felt, she couldn’t help but let out a light sigh of relief. “ oh yeah ? ” eyebrows raised in challenge. “ try me. you’ll be surprised. ”

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   he almost laughed at that --- a betraying i t c h pulling on the corners of his mouth. instead, though .. he simply crossed his arms in front of his chest with his chin lifted a bit upwards. maxime's gaze wandered alongside her frame. did he know her? was there any reminiscence of something here? "no, thank you." he plainly muttered then and only split of a second passed by before he turned on his heels to leave.

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angeliciismss·:

bea couldn’t believe she was back in rvu and she was 21 again, this all had to be one big nightmare, she hated this and if she had to choose, she would much rather go back to 2020 and see her niece and her brother than just her brother as a 24 year old. “shit, this can’t be happening right now.” she replied before then turning to the male that had spoken to her. “i’m sorry, but what wouldn’t i understand?” she asked.

   max stood there simply blinking at the woman. there wasn't much for him to say now. he had already brought forward what he was intending to share. "judging by the look on your face.. that should probably be a whole lot." once again .. no real b i t e behind his words -- only furrowed brows and narrowed eyes.