𝘖𝘍 𝘔𝘐𝘕𝘛

[minthcs]

                             𝐑𝐘𝐀𝐍  𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐍  /  𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐇𝐄

name : ryan london  /  nicknames :  ry  /  age  : 25   /  pronouns  : he + him  /  sexuality  : bisexual  biromantic  /  birthday  : january 10th  / stature :  five  feet  ten  inches  / zodiac  sign :  capricorn   /   occupation  :  personal trainer at agoge gym and volunteer at koala kingdom  /  residency  :  labyrinth apartments  /  pet ( s )  :  black lab named midnight  /  deity  :  minthe  /  status :  naiad nymph /  ability  :   frequent feelings of deja vu, snippets of memories that don’t seem to be his own

this  bio  mentions  :  abuse  mentions, broken  bones,  hospitals,  surgery,  mental health, depression.  please  read  with  caution.

if  you  had  to  try  to  pin  point  when  your  desire  to  be  someone’s  center  of  attention  was  pushed  to  the  forefront,  you’d  say  at  birth.  when  you  were  born  there  were  other  children  still  to  take  care  of,  and  meager  means  meant  there  wasn’t  much  time  to  sit  and  dote  on  one  child  .  .  .  or  so  you  thought.  from  when  you  were  old  enough  to  observe  you  realized  there  was  a  favorite,  and  it  wasn’t  you.  you  had  a  sister  that  was  more  like  a  mom  to  you   ——  the  one  that  picked  you  up  when  you  toddled  along  too  fast  and  fell,  the  one  that  held  you  when  you  cried  when  you  scraped  your  knee  the  first  time  from  running  too  fast.  she  quickly  became  who  you  went  to  seek  out  when  you  had  good  news,  learning  all  too  early  the  tired  congratulations  from  your  parents’  wouldn’t  do.  you  needed  enthusiasm  and  she  gave  it  to  you,  whereas  your  other  sister  you  were  sure  couldn’t  stand  you.  you  presented  your  gold  stars,  and  good  grades  to  sage  ;  followed  along  after  her  until  you  were  too old  to  do  so,  interests  turning  to  sports  and  friends  as  opposed  to  following  an  older  sibling.

you  played  basketball  in  school   ——  and  you  were  good.  how  many  times  you’d  had  heaps  of  praise,  cheers  of  your  name,  fawning  admiration  over  you  just  putting  a  ball  in  a  basket.  colleges  scouted  you,  talks  of  going  into  a  professional  league  once  you  were  old  enough  to  travel,  you  did.  you  looked  at  your  coaches  as  your  new  parents,  frequent  fights  with  your  own  resulting  in  a  frosty  relationship  that  you  still  hold.  you  cherished  those  relationships  so  much  so  that  the  pressure  on  your  shoulders,  the  screaming,  the  punishments  you  thought  were  normal.  you  never  thought  anything  of  it,  not  understanding  why  if  you  ever  talked  about  it  people  gave odd  looks and  asked  concerned questions.  you  just  saw  it  as  a  means  of  a  way  to  get  the  attention  you  so  desperately  craved,  and  a  way  out.  resentment  towards  many  members  of  your  family  meant  that  when  you  got  a  scholarship  to  a  school  far  far  away  from  then,  you  left  and  didn’t  really  look  back.  your  oldest  sister,  the  one  you  always  wanted  to  be under,  you  never  lost  contact  with.  she  knew  of  all  of  your  endeavors,  got  sent  excited  texts  when  something  happened,  but  when  you  got  hurt  you  basically  fell  from  the  face  of  the  earth.

a  championship  game,  one  that  was  to  be  your  finest  work  and  your  sure  shot  into  the  league  found  you  on  the  floor,  bone  splintered  and  broken  but  with  you  too  shocked  to  feel  the  pain  or  understand  why  there  had  been  a  sudden  hush  in  a  crowd  of  hundreds  of  spectators.  surgeries,  physical  therapy,  and  the  inevitable  “  we  don’t  think  you’ll  ever  play  again  ”  sent  you  into  a  numbness  that,  even  a  year  later,  hasn’t   been  completely  shaken  off.  you  lost  time  after  that.  days,  weeks,  and  months  gone  by  that  if  someone  asked  about  you  wouldn’t  ever  be  able  to  truthfully  say  what  had  happened.  suggestions  of  going  back  home,  defeated,  were  met  with  disgust,  winding  up  on  magnetic  island  seeking  the  comfort  of  the  only  comfort  that  had  been  stable  since  your  childhood.  it’s  been  a  year  now  and  many  are  more  likely  to  see  a  grin  on  your  face  than  the  scowl  you’d  arrived  with,  but  there  are  occasions  where  you  lose  time,  seemingly  shaking  yourself  out  of  funks  when  months  have  already  gone  by.

tldr  :  ry  is  a  london  sibling,  and  a  former  athlete  that  had  plans  to  go  professional  but  an  injury  took  him  out  of  the  game  for  good.  he’s  closest  to  sage,  working  on  his  relationship  with  poppy,  and  loves  and  adores  scarlet.  he’s  normally  charming,  goofing  off  and  goofy,  but  embodies  minthe’s  traits  of  jealousy  and  insecurity. he’s been clinically diagnosed with depression and when he feels like he’s under a lot of pressure, he will dissociate. the only people that know about this are his roommate ( wc on the main ) and sage.

[minthcs]

does ryan ever feel any resentment towards his family? even if just a little? or are they all very close?

absolutely  he  does.  ryan  and  sage  are  typically  in  a  good  place  and  can   talk  through  whatever  issues  that  they  have,  but  he  and  poppy  can’t  be  in  the  same  room  unattended  for  any  long  lengths  of  time  unless  poppy’s  daughter  is  with  them.  he  tries  really  hard  not  to  let  it  grow  or  get  worse,  but  there  are  times where  he  won’t  even  want  to  be  around  sage.  those  times  are  far  and  few  between,  but  still  happen. 

[minthcs]

                  𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐇𝐄  :  𝐍𝐀𝐈𝐀𝐃  𝐍𝐘𝐌𝐏𝐇

minthe, a naiad nymph associated with the river cocytus.  beloved by hades, king of the underworld. minthe boasted of hades' love, jealousy and envy of his wife, persphone, fueling rage and was transformed into a mint plant by either his wife persephone or demeter. the mint was used in ancient funerary rites to mask the smell of the dead and so came to be regarded as a sacred plant of hades.

[minthcs]

𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐌 𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒.  ——   ‘ what happened? ’  // @scgey​

“  nothing,  sage. ”  that  was  rich   considering  that  he  was  laying  on  the  floor  in  her  room  and  had  barely  moved  in  an  inch.  he  was  still  bone  tired,  mind  going  a  thousand  miles  a  minute,  and  now  he  was  pretty  sure  his  therapist  thought  he  was  going  off  the  deep  end  now  that  he’d  tried  to  explain  that  he’d  acquired  a  hitchhiker  like  spirit  that  wouldn’t  disappear  no  matter  how  many  times  he  closed  his  eyes  and  willed  for  them  to  go  away.  “  would  you  still  love  me  if  casper  the  friendly  ghost  was  always  around  me  talking  to  you  ?  ”  talking  him,  really,  but  it  was  only   a  matter   of  time  before  ryan  slipped  up  and  started  talking  back.  “  i  think  he  thinks  you’re  pretty.  ”

[minthcs]

𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐌 𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒.  ——   ‘ for some reason, i’m attracted to you. ’  // @deadlysilas​

though  he  was  still  in  a  mood,  ryan  couldn’t  help  his  scoff.  “  what  do  you  mean  some  reason  ?  i’m  cute  as  fuck,  even  if  you  don’t  want  to  admit  it.  ”  it  was  how  he  would  usually  respond  to  someone,  chest  puffed  out  like  a peacock  with  false confidence  but  his  tone  still  wasn’t  his  usual.  ryan  hadn’t  even  expected  to  run  into  silas,  and  even  if  he  did,  he  didn’t  expect  to  hold  much  of  a  conversation  with  him.  sure,  they’d  spent  a  night  together  but  that  wasn’t  unusual,  nor  did  it  mean that  they’d  talk  after  the  fact.  a  little  part  of  him  was  pleased  that  they  were  speaking,  some  unexplained  connection  still  having  him  shooting  looks  at  silas  as  subtly  as  ryan  could  manage.  

[minthcs]

𝐟𝐢𝐨𝐫𝐞 + 𝐫𝐲𝐚𝐧.​

location: anywhere that makes sense idea: fiore is drunk and just being annoying as fuck let’s be real

fiore giggles like a school girl. “no fucking way!” he exclaims, already drunk, scrolling through his phone with a stupid, ridiculous smile on his face. he couldn’t believe he found an actual website that sold cat mittens ( even though it really isn’t that big of a deal ). but of course, a sober fiore thinks it’s the cutest thing ever, so a drunk fiore? he’s beyond ecstatic, making conversation about it with this poor bystander, or more like just rambling to them about absolute bullshit. “there’s this website that sells cat mittens! oh my god! i just ordered ten different colors!” did they even care? would he be this talkative if he wasn’t drunk? probably  not. “look, this one has little panda’s on it!” he drunkenly shows them his phone screen, adding it to his cart. why was he even so excited about this? maybe he just needs a distraction. he’s such a cat person, and honestly, the situation may even be considered cute, if he wasn’t normally such an asshole.

admittedly,  ryan  jumped  at  the  sudden  exclamation.  his  gaze  had  immediately  looked  around  the  bar  trying  to  figure  out  what  could  have  invoked  such  a  reaction,  only  to  see  that  whatever  it  was  had  been  on  the  other’s  phone.  considering  that  normally  ryan  was  the  one  drunk  in  the  club  and  excited  about  things  that  other  people  might  not  have  understood,  he  couldn’t  help  but  to  crack  a  little  smile   ––  the  first  he’s  offered  anyone  in  at  least  a  week  now.  “  i  don’t  know  what  a  cat  mitten  is,  but  good  for  you  dude.  your  cat  will  be  ecstatic.  ”  probably  not,  but  he  didn’t  want  to  rain  on  anyone’s  parade,  even  if  he  was  in  a  bad  mood.  he’s  blinking,  pulling  his  head  back  a  little  bit  to  see  what’s  being  shown  to  him  before  nodding  amicably.  “  those  are  cute  too.  i  don’t  know  if  you’ll  need  eleven  pairs,  all  things  considered,  but  it  is  cute.  ”  it  was  too  hot  on  magnetic  for  ryan  to  even  think  about  mittens  or  anything  close  to  that.

[minthcs]

𝐦𝐲𝐬𝐡𝐚 + 𝐫𝐲𝐚𝐧.​

LOCATION: Labyrinth Apartments STATUS: Closed for @minthcs​

“Ryan? I know you’re home.” She says, knocking on his door. After the last week where she felt like death for reasons she couldn’t explain (thought she suspected like everything else that had happened it was somehow connected to the pink moon), Mysha finally felt reenergized. Which meant waking up before sunrise to drag Ryan out to go on a morning run before work. They could’ve met at the gym, she knew he probably would have preferred that, but she had a routine and was determined to stick through it. Besides she had already texted him the night before saying she was going to come by. “Come on. Don’t you want to watch the sunrise with me and Nila?” The dog was sitting patiently at Mysha’s side. “And I’ll buy you whatever you want from Ambrosia Juice Bar.” She pauses for a beat. “Or alcohol. Your choice.” 

under  normal  circumstances,  ryan  wouldn’t  have  been  awake  until  he’d  heard  mysha’s  voice.  he  would’ve  then  shot  out  of  bed,  threw  on  whatever  shorts  and  t - shirt  he  had  nearby  and  grumbled  about  it  the  entire  time  they  were  on  their  run,  but  he’d  been  awake  for  quite  some  time  now.  he’d  been  awake  when  her  text  lit  up  the  screen  of  his  phone  which  had  gone  unanswered,  and  was  still  awake  now  to  hear  her  voice  drifting  through  the  wood.  blankly  staring  into  the  darkness  of  his  apartment  with  midnight  by  his  side  had  been  how  he’d  spent  the  hours,  each  one  ticking  by  faster  than  the  other.  he  hadn’t  even  noticed  the  shadows  on  his  walls  receding  inch  by  inch  as  the  night  turned  to  day,  and  even  with  her  incessant  knocking  and  voice  ryan  still  hadn’t  moved   –—  perched  at  the  edge  of  his  couch,  gaze  on  nothing  that  could  be  seen  by  anyone  else.  it  took  midnight  moving,  his  cold  nose  brushing  up  against  ryan’s  hand  for  him  to  shake  himself  out  of  the  trance  it  seemed  like  he’d  fallen  into.  unsteady  steps  took  him  over  to  open  the  door,  midnight  waiting  just  a  couple  of  steps  behind  him  for  the  command  to  be  able  to  go  out  and  greet  their  friends,  though  it  never  came.  “  i’m  not  going.  ”  it  wasn’t  his  customary  grumble,  words  lacking  any  inflection and  the  smile  he  usually  greeted  them  with.

[minthcs]

                           𝐑𝐘𝐀𝐍  𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐍  /  𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐊  𝐎𝐎𝟒

ryan  lives  in  an  apartment  with  midnight  and  his  roommate  (  wc  is  on  main  ).  he’s  a homebody,  and  despite  his  outward  demeanor,  ryan  gets  very  skittish  around  new  people.  most  people  don’t  ever  realize  it  because he  pushes through  those  feelings  and  puts  on  a  front,  but  that  makes  his  happy  places  the  gym,  and his  home.  

ryan  spends  most  of  his  time  gaming,  playing  with  midnight,  and  sitting  in  his  window  seat  either  reading  or  jotting  his  thoughts  down  in  his  journal.  his  therapist  recommended  it  for  the  times  that  he’s  feeling  extreme  emotions,  which  happens  more  often  than  not,  as  a  way  to  express  them  in  a  healthy  manner.  midnight  has  his  own  special  area  in  both  the  living  room  and  ryan’s  room,  but  given  how  spoiled  he  is,  most  of  the  time  he’ll  be  laid  out  on  ryan’s  bed,  or  trying  to  get  into  his  roommate's  lap  like  an  overgrown  house  cat.

@eternal-inspo​​

[minthcs]

𝐞𝐬𝐫𝐚 + 𝐫𝐲𝐚𝐧.​

who: open starter where: agora market when: at the end of the day

Esra was cleaning up her stall at the end of the day, fairly please with how the day had gone - there were good days and bad, running a small business in a place like this. She was the type of personality who absorbed that type of energy fully, so her mood could be affected without her even realizing it as the day went on. With a good day, she was humming slightly as she cleaned up, not even realizing it as she tidied up her things. 

“Sorry,” she said in lilting tone when she realized someone was approaching, turning to offer them a smile only to see they were a few steps off still, Esra distracted enough she had prematurely recognized their approach. She paused, her smile flickering for a beat before she pushed it back across her lips. “You caught me at the end of my day,” she added apologetically, hoping they would understand so she wouldn’t have to unpack everything for one last reading. 

he  wasn’t  one  for  tarot  readings,  frequently  stayed  away  from  anything  to  looked  to  be  similar  most  days.  most  days  even  just  the  mention  of  horoscopes  and  star  alignments  were  enough  to  have  ryan  tuning  out  of  the  conversation  or  swaying  it  towards  something  he  felt  was  more  concrete  and  interesting,  but  after  what  had  been  happening  ?  ryan  knew  for  a  fact  that  it  hadn’t  been  his  medicine  not  being  the  correct  dose,  or  lack  of  sleep  now  that  he’d  slept  soundly  for  a  couple  of  nights  and  things  that  didn’t  make  sense  were  still  happening. 

“  you’re  closed  ?  ”  ryan  hated  to  be  pushy,  he  didn’t  like  to  inconvenience  people  but  he  couldn’t  help  but  to  send  her  a  charming  smile,  laying  it  on  thick.  “  please  ?  just  one  last  reading.  i’ll  pay  you  extra  for  the  inconvenience,  i  really  need  some  help  in  figuring  some  things  out.  ”

[bichiiyal]

         . ´ ♡   𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐠𝐢𝐟 𝐢𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬.

   by clicking the source link you’ll find 100 gif icons (80x80) of 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 who plays andrew in love, victor. i made these from scratch so do not add any of these in your own icons packs or claim as your own. i’ll be updating this when i can, like/reblog if you found this useful. If you enjoy my content, please consider supporting what I do buying me a coffee (   the link is on the page   ).

[brittsmemes]

Ask my muse questions about their sex life

[leneemusing]

SEND A WORD AND I WILL WRITE A DRABBLE ABOUT OUR MUSES 

COMFORT

ARGUE

NIGHT

DREAM

CRY

LAUGH

DANCE

SMILE

CONFIDE

INTIMATE

MORNING

LATE

EARLY

EMBRACE

REJECT 

GENTLE

HARSH

BATHE 

OBSERVE

FLOWERS

FEED

NIGHTMARE

CARESS

JEALOUSY 

REASSURE

PROTECT

ATTACK

HEAL

WOUND

BITTER

SWEET

DECAY

BLOOM

INVITE

SURPRISE

DISAPPOINT

GRATITUDE

WILDCARD [ send your own word ]

[minthcs]

𝐫𝐚𝐥𝐩𝐡 + 𝐫𝐲𝐚𝐧.​

     𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚖𝚘𝚘𝚗 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚝  ››  𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗   ›› 𝚜𝚞𝚗𝚜𝚎𝚝, 𝚜𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚍𝚊𝚢, 𝚜𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚎 @ 𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚜

if the day itself hadn’t been so hot then perhaps ralph wouldn’t have gone down to the shore after having dinner — there weren’t any waves worth catching, so he paddled out and just enjoyed sitting atop his board and watching the sun creep down below the horizon with his feet dangling in the water, then dipping under for what felt like fine minutes (it was, in reality, closer to nine, but ralph has no clue of that…) —- and watched the sunset from beneath the cresting waves, salt water in his eyes having NEVER been an issue.  – — but before it could get TOO dark, ralph headed back to shore and pulled himself out of the lapping ocean, shaking off beads of water with his board tucked up under a tattooed arm. he still felt warm despite the swim, it seemed to be increasing but he didn’t feel SICK or anything… just hot and bothered.  in the literal and a slight colloquial sense.

with a little grunt of exertion, he speared his board in the pliable, sand —- upon stepping back, noting the presence of another on the shoreline. “evenin,” he greeted, having been on he island for eight years, it was rare to NOT at least know a face, “planning on trying to cool off too, or is that just me?”

it  seemed  like  the  only  thing  that  had  been  able  to  drown  out  his  mental  anguish  and  the  voices  in  his  head  was  being  near  the  waves.  he  hadn’t  ever  been  on  to  just  take  walks  on  the  beach,  didn’t  especially  like  the  feeling  of  sand  between  his  toes  or  any  of  the  other  things  that  other  people  enjoyed.  how  the  push  and  pull  and  crash  of  waves  on  the  beach  had  been  able  to  get  him  out  of  his  head,  ryan  didn’t  know  but  he  was  grateful  for  the  little  bit  of  reprieve  that  he  was  getting.  he  hadn’t  even  seen  another  people  anywhere  near  him,  and  if  he  had  spotted  ralph  he  might’ve  thought  that  he  was  another  phantom  figure  that  popped  up,  so  hearing  the  greeting  made  him  pause.

“  good  evening.  nah,  i’m  not  really  in  the  mood  for  a  swim.  ”   that  didn’t  stop  ryan  from  venturing  closer,  peering  at  ralph  as  if  to  confirm  that  he  was  real  and  really  standing  right  in  front  of  him.  “  did  you  have  a  good  swim  ?  ”

[minthcs]

𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐲 + 𝐫𝐲𝐚𝐧.​

Harley didn’t mean to be snappy. He hadn’t this many voices in his head in years. It was still overwhelming for him. He just hadn’t had the same medications he had when he was a teenager. “Oh, I thought … I thought you did. Sorry.” He flinched at his throbbing head. Harley was more than grateful for the painkillers. He was willing to take anything to make his head quiet. “Anything will help with whatever is going on in my head right now.” Harley was quick to take the packet. “I’d beat my head in with a hammer at this point to make it stop.” He tried to add some of his humor. “You don’t look so hot yourself? You need some of these.” 

it  seemed  like  maybe  he  wasn’t  the  only  one  hearing  voices,  and  really,  the  thought  should  have  made  him  feel  better,  but  it  didn’t.  even  just  in  jest  ryan  was  extremely  uncomfortable  and  felt  exactly  how  harley.  “  if  i  thought  a  hammer  would  work,  i  would’ve  tried  it  too.  ”  it  wasn’t  often  that  he  wanted  to  be hungover,  but  he  wished  that  could  be  the  explanation  for  whatever  it  was  that  was  going  on.  had  he  been  in  his  normal  mind  state  he  likely  would’ve  made  a  joke  about  how  he  was  always  hot,  but  as  it  was,  his  lips  just  twitched  before  he  shrugged.  “  if  i  take  anymore  tylenol  today  it  probably  wouldn’t  be  good  for  my  liver.  hope  those  help  you  though,  since  they  haven’t  helped  me  at  all.  ”

[minthcs]

𝐬𝐥𝐨𝐚𝐧𝐞 + 𝐫𝐲𝐚𝐧.​

Counting her footsteps, she was trying to distract herself from the energies bustling all around her. It would be one thing if they were all at the same level, but these vibrations were… off. Completely polarizing, actually. The young woman was about to turn around and head somewhere to recharge, when the tennis ball bounced to her feet. It was when she was in the process of going to retrieve it, that she found there was already a designated player in that role. An awfully cute one, at that. “Hello there.” Her laughter a divine sense of melody as the dog obviously adored the attention but wanted more. She was cautious in letting the canine sniff her hand before kindly patting their head. “Oh no -it’s quite alright.” Sloane was quick to dismiss the apology. Noticing a weight in his eyes, she couldn’t help herself from prying in the slightest. “Are you alright?” Genuine concern filling her irises.

at  the  very  least  he  was  grateful  that  she  didn’t  seem  to  be  put  off  by  midnight’s  presence.  he  really  hadn’t  expected  to  see  anyone  else  out  near  agora,  considering  how  the  booth  owners  weren’t  around,  but  someone  that  didn’t  seem  to  be  as  on  edge  as  he  was  was  nice  to  see.  “  you can  throw  the  ball  if  you  want,  ”  ryan  offered.  he  was  doing  a  piss  poor  job  of  exercising  midnight,  which  was  what  he  had  been  his  main  reason  of  coming.  “  no,  but  is  anyone  right  now  ?  ”  he’d  never  been  one  to  mince  his  words  or  try  to  hide  his  feelings,  and  in  the  face  of  someone  that  had  seemed  to  pick  up  on  it  already  what  was  the  point in  trying  to  lie  ?  “  how’re  you  ?  ”  maybe  he  was  wrong  and  she  was  perfectly  fine,  but  from  how  people  seemed  to  be  shifting  as  if  some  some  magical  presence  he  doubted  it.  

[minthcs]

𝐦𝐚𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐚 + 𝐫𝐲𝐚𝐧.​

if mahalia had her way she would have remained in her camp and the surrounding tree-lined areas… but given she had only intended ORIGINALLY to stay one night — thursday night, and it’s now saturday night —- she had come home to get a change of clothes and then gone for a quick shop to replenish some supplies…   she was on her way back when she was sidetracked by the most strangely NAGGING feeling,  (‘can’t you feel that?’ the nymph echo whispers somewhere inside her, not quite reaching mahalia.  not quite.   ‘turn, you’ll see him. can’t you tell? he’s one of our kind…’)  —- but when she turned her head towards the ‘source’ and saw only a person walking his dog… nothing UNUSUAL in any way. her muscles twitched to leave, but mahalia couldn’t put her finger on why she had turned towards him and her lingering caught the attention of the canine in question.    she paused, allowing the dog to scent her, not entirely comfortable around them as she had never owed one herself… “what- oh, yeah.  no, um, it’s totally fine.. i’m just not super experienced with dogs, i guess.”

ryan  pursed  his  lips,  releasing  a  slow  and  sharp  whistle  that  had  midnight  still  instantly  where  he  was  seated  at  his  feet.  it  was  all  he  could  do  for  the  young  woman  at  that  time,  and  he  didn’t  have  enough  energy  to  move  off  of  the  bench  he  was  on.  “  sorry.  he  gets  excited,  ”  he  murmured  just  loud  enough  for  the  sound  to  travel  to  her.  a  nudge  inside  of  him,  feelings  he’d  been  desperately  trying  to  push  down  since  the  onset  of  everything  began  to  stir  in  the  other’s  presence  and  he  wasn’t  sure  how  to  feel  about  it.  listen.  it  had  seemed  to  be  a constant mantra  in  his  mind  from  some  unknown  source,  and  he  was  sick  of  listening  to  whatever  voices  were  around  him.  “  you  can  walk  by,  he’s  not  going  to  bother  you.  ”  while  he  was  normally  more  warm  and  inviting,  he  didn’t  know  why  he  was  feeling  a  certain  way  towards  the  woman   in  front  of  him  and  didn’t  have  the  brain  power  to  try  to  figure  it  out.

[minthcs]

𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐞 + 𝐫𝐲𝐚𝐧.​

She’s astute enough to recognize a condescending dismissal when she hears one, however, arguing in the middle of a loud, crowded club is surprisingly difficult, and she knows he’s far too drunk to take anything seriously anyways. Eyes narrow as he continues to call her out — God, he infuriates her sometimes. He’s one of the few who can get away with it without Sage threatening to destroy their entire life, though if Ryan continues, he may find he’s not so immune. “It’s not as enjoyable!” Really, it’s that she can’t shut her brain off without the help of alcohol ; she ends up hyperanalyzing the expressions on everyone’s faces, passively scanning for anyone who might be uncomfortable or at risk, mulling over cases and planning her next trip to the grocery store. And, maybe, she feels a hint of insecurity with the awkward swaying of her hips, stiff and stilted until she swallows a few shots and remembers how to move more smoothly. “I wish — but our chefs do’t work this late. The cafe closes at ten!” With a slight frown, she racks her brain, trying to recall the nearby restaurants. “There’s a place that does fries on the corner!” 

he  was  trying  not  to  roll  his  eyes  at  her,  ignoring  her  facial  expressions  in  favor  of  returning  his  attention  to  the  dancing  and  happy  bodies  around  them.  ryan  adored  sage  with  everything he  had  in  him,  but  there  were  times  that  he  couldn’t  stand  how  she  could  sometimes  be  a  dark  cloud  that  hung  in  the  atmosphere  over  people.  he  knew  that  if  she  just  tried,  and  then  successfully  did,  ignore  people  she  would  feel  a  lot  better  but  she  didn’t  want  to  hear  it  and  he  wasn’t  about  to  mess  up  his  night  with  it.  “  mhm,  you’re  right  sage.  ”  if  that  was  what  she  needed for  him  to  say  so  that  they  could  enjoy  the  rest  of  their  night  then  so  be it.  “  what’s  the  point  of  being  the  boss  if  you  can’t  do  what  you  want  ?  ”  he  sighed  softly  with  a  shake  of  his  head.  “  does  it  have  chili  cheese  ?  or  hot  dogs  ?  honestly,  it  doesn’t  matter  i’m  just  hungry.  ”  sage  could  give  him  a  plate  of  salad,  and  if  she  hyped  it  up,  he  would  be  content  for  at  least  fifteen  minutes.  “  let’s  go  get  some  before  they  close.  ”