NICOLAS BURKE Just stop your crying It's a sign of the times. Welcome to the final show. Hope you're wearing your best clothes. You can't bribe the door on your way to the sky. You look pretty good down here. But you ain't really g o o d
plenty of people come through the flower shop every day. plenty of people that nicolas can’t keep track of. names and faces that pass through that people expect nicolas to remember. it’s harder than it seems. but, there’s a face that walks through the front door of the flower shop and he squints, focusing on their details before standing up straight from the counter, moving around from behind it. he was confident he’s seen them before. and recently, too. he extends a finger in their direction before speaking out. “ weren’t you in here yesterday? what brought you back so quickly? “ he crosses his arm, leaning against the counter with a smile. he confident he’s seen them before, however, that doesn’t mean he’s right. there’s plenty of faces that come through this place. he wont always be right in assuming. “ was it our fast and friendly service? “
Sidney sat at the very end of the pier. Their legs dangled over the edge, toes just barely breaking the surface of the water. It was cold, but they enjoyed the shock of it. They air was thick, salty–something about it reminded Sid of calm. They had their guitar in their hands, and they were carefully strumming out notes. The tune wasn’t defined; it was loose, easy, something random and relaxed. Sid hummed along as they played. They had work later that night, and had already taken Mac on their daily walk. It was that empty, hazy period mid-day that they always felt like they needed to fill, somehow. It was too early for work and too late to go back to sleep. So they usually ended up finding something to do. That day they’d peered out into the pale gray of the afternoon and decided it was a good day to play. Sid was lost in their music–eyes closed, shoulders slumped, fingers dancing across the strings. They were so deep in the song that they didn’t even notice the sound of footsteps approaching. They turned around, offering up a soft smile but continuing their strumming.
“Any requests?” they asked warmly, tilting their head and squinting into the sun, “It’s a great day for some music, I think.”
nicolas had no dogs to walk. there were no fury creatures he could use as an excuse to leave the house. however, he just enjoyed being able to go out and take a nice walk. give him the chance to think without being overwhelmed in his own home. his cats were great, but their need for attention gets old. not to mention, he wont smoke in his own house. so, walking down the pier, enjoying the sun on his skin on a day he hadn’t needed to work. a true blessing to have a day off, where he could have a life. the sad part was, he didn’t really have one to put in on his days off. so he just went out by him lonesome, and it wasn’t bad. finding a figure sitting on the edge of the pier peaked his interest, however, and he gravitated towards it, hearing the chords strum in a familiar manor, to an unknown beat, or possibly something subconsciously known. he plucked the cigarette from his lips, letting out a breath of smoke before cracking a smile. a friend. sat on the pier without a care about anything. nicki always respected them. “ can’t say i do but your welcome to play anything. “ he leans on the railing, looking down at sid before taking another drag. “ i can never say no to a good tune. “
ayooo it’s chloe back at it. (18. cst. idk if i said that before. yik) NOTE. i’m bouncing back between their two blogs so if this blog likes ur post, or diana’s, it’s all me i wanna plot w all of you. when i’m done here and feel satisfied with the state of my blogs, i’ll make sure to go through all the intros i’ve been missing. but let’s get this show goin !!
MAX IRONS? No, I think that’s just NICOLAS BURKE, the 27 year old Brighton resident who has been there for SIX YEARS. They are currently employed at POPPY’S EMPORIUM as a MANAGER and their coworkers say they’re CHARMING though sometimes DISTANT. If you get to know them better, you might find that HE IS AN AVID BEE PROTECTOR. Don’t forget; they identify as CIS MALE and use HE/HIM!
death & plane crash tw
Rich Boy™ from Cheshire. middle child in a very wealthy family. half blood money, half from a long line of doctors and lawyer. his own father a doctor, his mother an art curator.
he has two older siblings and a younger sister. the two oldest had a tendency to try to one-up each other. always athletic and exceeded academically. his younger sister the pretty one, and daddy’s little girl.
nicolas ended up with the artsy side, and being very close to his mother. sure, he was in rowing pretty much his whole later academic life, and excelled greatly in education like the rest of the burke children. but while the other children were playing three different sports, nicolas studied six different languages, the history or art, and philosophy.
unfortunately, being different from his family, caused for a rather big head. he thought himself godly because he was more cultured and educated in history than his family. he studied anatomy with his father’s books. of course, he was just as rowdy as the rest of the children, polite on the front, but parties and drinking when they sneak away.
going to university, he went rather far away, creating a divide between him and his siblings. he wanted to study art and philosophy. potentially following his mother’s footsteps. his older siblings went to law school, and his younger sister dead set on taking after daddy.
nicolas was good at school, still on the rowing team, he partied beyond frequently, sleeping with everyone, and generally just living up his life
one holiday break he brought home a special friend and came out to his parents as bisexual. his parents were supportive up front, but told him to ‘keep his recreational habit quiet’. obviously, this was upsetting, and he distanced himself from his parents more.
a few months later, his parents died in a plane crash. tragic and unexpected, the burke children had to come together for the first time in a long time.
it was a bloodbath, really. while the will left the children with money evenly, their things were meant to be discussed to themselves. nicolas was left with his mother’s artwork, which he cherishes, as his mother’s eye was always realistic and yet, somehow off in some degree. whimsical and romantic. his father left him with his anatomy books, but his sster argued she would need them for studies, so he gave her all but one, which he holds onto now and still goes back to.
it was a shaking moment for nicolas. he didn’t want to be apart of this greedy world. his siblings fought with anger and loss and nicolas just stood on the balcony chain smoking. because he didn’t care about all the shit, he just wished he had more time with his parents.
so he dropped out of school at twenty-one. close to finishing his studies as an art major, and moved to a cute little town called brighton. he got a job at the flower shop and moved into a small flat.
middle class life was an adjusted for a while. nicolas had some cusion money from his parent’s death but that money was used to feed him and his love for high end wines.
he’s been manager for three years and practices painting in his flat as a way to calm.
nicolas was re-branded with the name ‘nicki’ after moving. not by choice, it was just a nickname he was given, and he didn’t really mind. he still introduces himself as nicolas, though. (he gets prince charming a lot too)
he’s calmed down since getting older. he doesn’t party. he’s more docile. he loves to surround himself in his garden and arrange the flowers at work. he’s charming and dashing and while he’s fully aware of it, he’s kind.
but listen, old habits die hard and he’s still got that rich prick inside you can’t just wash it away even after six years.
this is already so long i could go on. i love him. he’s (not) perfect. let him make u dinner and tell u about nice wines with his two cats pinot and merlot.
