𝔭𝔯𝔞𝔶 𝔱𝔬 𝔤𝔬𝔡 !

ollie greene, clara luna & sab balfour.

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𝐯𝐢𝐠𝐨 𝐬𝐚𝐥𝐯𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐢.

“So sure of ourselves, are we?” The promise of fun matched with her tone, set a craving for chaos at the back of his throat. “Whatever it is, no,” he gingerly took her hands off of his collar. His tone sounded so sure and so resolute, but he knew it wouldn’t take much for him to say yes. “Listen here, diavolita. I agreed to come with you under the condition that you won’t give me a headache and you won’t get both of us in trouble with your brother.” A faint grimace appeared on his face, realizing just how much he sounded like Alistair just then. Where ever did his devil-may-care attitude go? “I already let you have your fun for the night.” He swiped a finger over the remaining residue on her nostril she failed to wipe off. “So try and behave, now.” 

                      “oh, absolutely.” she smirked up at him. from what she heard, this man right here was notorious for his reckless attitude, but from what she’s seeing right now, that seemed to be a nonexistent quality. “what a shame,” she sighed. “you’re not living up to the tales i’ve been told, just because you’re scared of getting berated by my brother.” the way she spoke was meant to provoke him. make him behave how she wanted—how he actually should be. “you even sound like him now,” she scoffed, rolling her eyes as he swiped his finger under her nose. “too much time in club meetings with him got you all whipped up to behave properly now?”

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𝐣𝐮𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐰𝐬𝐨𝐧.

juliette leaned over out of mere curiosity, taking the notes out of his hands. after attempting to read his handwriting for a few moments, she glanced back up, eyebrows creased together.  “ what class is this ? did you copy this off the vaguest powerpoint known to man ? ”

            “remind me to never write notes on two hours of sleep.” he chuckled, watching her examine his notes. “biology class. but to be fair, his lesson was all over the place, now i’m left with notes that don’t really make sense.”

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𝐯𝐢𝐠𝐨 𝐬𝐚𝐥𝐯𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐢.

Normally, Vigo didn’t care about how his room appeared to people. It was almost always pristinely kept anyway, save for a book lazily thrown across his desk and the occasional shirt draped over a chair or at the foot of his bed. But Lia had left not even half an hour ago, and Clara had come to visit.

As soon as he popped out of the shower, still putting his shirt on, he noticed a piece of lingerie strewn on the floor just by Clara’s foot. There was only one person that could belong to. He quickly made the effort to retrieve it and throw it into a random drawer, brows raising in slight embarrassment. He resolved to forget that it was ever there. “I didn’t expect the babysitting to start so soon. Cosa vuoi, cuginetta?” @noblc

              it had been a few days since they’ve been back from their grandparent’s estate in italy. the events were a whirlwind of confusion and denial, and needless to say, clara was beyond thrilled that her sole cousin finally got his bearings regarding the situation. after all, clara considered vigo as her brother, besides her actual older brother lorenzo.

“why are you busy?” she raised a brow, watching him swiftly pick up something lacy from the floor. deciding to brush it off, she continued: “besides, i’m not a bambina anymore!” she corrected, a bright smile on her face. “i don’t see why nonno gio thinks it’s necessary for me to be babied all the time.” it’s true that her sickness made her a fragile girl, but she wasn’t completely helpless.

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𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐬𝐨𝐫.

bridget shook her head, “ no, not today. ” she couldn’t name a reason why she wasn’t kicking him straight out her front door once he was done, but here she was, wrapping her arms around him, letting him press their lips together, letting herself forget he had a girlfriend. “ only because lia’s sick of me complaining about her lech of a brother. ”

              “ lucky me, then. ” the pleased smile on his face was erased from his features at the mention of his younger sister. “ wait, wait, wait. ” he untangles himself from her. “ lia knows about u—” us. he was meant to say, but he knew that wasn’t the right term for where their relationship stood at the moment. “ this ? ” 

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𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐚 𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐠è-𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐭-𝐥𝐚𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭.

“ he’s the cousin of an old friend. i cannot tell you how much i regretted saying yes as soon as he first opened his mouth, ” gaia could hardly believe how blunt she was being, it was never within her to be so callous, but this man… he inspired her. “ i wouldn’t oppose any options you may give me… i’ve hardly had any luck as of late. ” her papa always said she had so much love to give, the sentiment rang true now more than ever. she handed over the device without thinking, she knew her friend often walked the thin line between honesty and honeyed cruelty, but perhaps knowing who the text was meant to come from, it’d be better. 

           “ everyone makes mistakes every now and then, darling. ” she replies, almost having the slightest—very out of character—tone of sympathy for her distraught friend. “ we must simply learn to not look at them with regret, but as lessons. no ? ” truthfully, advice wasn’t her forte ( she was more of a devil whispering things to your ear type of person ) but she did have her occasional spouts of pleasantries. “ hm, how do you feel about monegasque monarchs ? with the grand prix coming along it’d make a splendid date. ” she suggested, eyes glued to the phone as she typed, what she would consider, her most scathing rejection message yet.

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               “ i don’t think i can do this, g. ” she’d been in bed all day, deciding that she wasn’t physically fit to take her classes today. “ i almost bumped into sabrina the other day. i didn’t even know my own cousin was here ! ” maybe that was the reason her grandparents chose oxford. “ w-what if i bump into him ? i don’t-i don’t think i could ever.. ” she trailed off, her heart aching at the thought. “ maybe,  maybe i could just convince my abuelos to allow me to transfer. ” @sybvrites

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𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐫 𝐛𝐚𝐥𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐫.

              alistair, whose expression had now taken the form of a human question mark, just looked at his sister.  « my car ? » he repeated back, toast still in hand, unsure of what to actually say. « are you high ? you can’t have crashed my car, sab, because, » and with that, he fished the keys out of his pocket. « i still have the keys. » 

              “ when i lie, everybody believes me. when i speak the truth, nobody does. oh, the sweet irony of life. ” she sighed, falling dramatically on the seat opposite of him. “ don’t believe me ? have a look-see for yourself then,” she dared. “ & come on, hot wiring a car is tremendously easy, especially when you have someone doing it for you. ”

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𝐨𝐩𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐚 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐧𝐞.

              as much as it pained her to admit, the dumb 10pm curfew wasn’t entirely irrational. their dad had plenty of enemies, and it would be naïve to think that none of said enemies had ever toyed with the idea of getting to his children. but, even so, lia hated it, and when possible, tried her damn best to evade it. nights like this made the task a whole lot easier - ollie, being the hypocrite he was - had been out all night, and she’d seized the opportunity to go out and have some fun. for once. but, wanting desperately to sleep in her own bed ( and to avoid the questions she’d probably garner if she tumbled back home at 7 in the morning, had arrived at their flat less than ten minutes earlier, hair ruffled after a tumble in the sheets and heels still on her feet. « out for a cig. your lovely girlfriend doesn’t want me smoking inside, remember ? » 

               he knew his sister well enough to know when she was lying, or at the very least, hiding something from her. after all, he did raise her. “ is that so ? ” deciding to giving her the benefit of the doubt was a method he used on her. letting the guilt fester in her, until the inevitable time comes that she spits the truth.  “ did a bird attack your while you were out ? because i don’t think there’s any other acceptable explanation for that... mess. ” he pointed at her current hairstyle. “ do we really have to drag ⏤ jesus, fine. well, my very lovely girlfriend, prioritises her health. i think we should take a page from her book, yes ?  ”

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Far from the Madding Crowd (2015) dir. Thomas Vinterberg

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               it was two in the morning, everyone⏤his sister, his girlfriend⏤was supposed to be asleep by the time he got back to their flat. he’d lost track of time after he’d been studying with bridget all night, and of course, he made the perfect excuse for his girlfriend  not to worry about staying up & waiting for him. when he heard rattling by the living area, he’d prepare for the worst, but was in ironic relief when he was greeted by his younger sister, who was all dressed up & very much awake.  “ now, where do you think you’re going ? ” @cvnturion

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             “ how about.... here ! ” she positioned the frame on the middle of the blank wall.  “ does it balance the room ? i need opinions, criticism, judgements⏤cami ? ” it was the work of sandro botticelli: madonna of the magnificant. @gviltyminds

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𝐯𝐢𝐠𝐨 𝐬𝐚𝐥𝐯𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐢.

“Well, this party’s exceptionally unremarkable. Remind me why I agreed to go again?” Vigo crossed his arms over his chest, a look of disgust evidently painted on his features. He has been in this party for roughly half an hour, and just about nothing sparked even a minuscule amount of amusement in him. “Music’s tacky, alcohol’s cheap, drugs are nowhere to be found, and nothing illegal’s happening. Jesus. Is this a children’s party or just what poor people do for fun?” 

             “because you absolutely adore and worship me. that’s why!” she laughed, her head emerging from being buried in a stranger’s neck. “plenty of that here, salviati. you just have to know where to look.” traces of white powder on the man’s clavicle and some left on her nostril meant only one thing: she’d snorted coke. she hopped off of the man’s lap, one leg at a time, wiped her nose & sauntered off to stand in front of her designated babysitter. “i know something we can do for fun.” she smirked at him, fixing the collar of his shirt.

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𝐡𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐲 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐡.

“I have six essays to write, four reports to do, and two exams to study for, and all I’ve done today is take three naps and eat a burrito. Obviously, the only way out of this predicament is to run away from my problems and get smashed.” Henry laughed nervously, and running a hand through his already disheveled hair, downed the remaining contents of his glass. It was only Tuesday night, and he felt like he was quite literally falling apart. “I’m sorry. I’m being too chatty, aren’t I? Would you like a drink?”

            “jesus, i know how you feel.” he’d been stacked with academic work the past week, and it had been difficult to balance with all the other shit going on in his life. “nah, you’re all good man.”  he waved a hand dismissively. “i’d love a drink! i’m quite literally dying for one.” 

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𝐯𝐢𝐠𝐨 𝐬𝐚𝐥𝐯𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐢.

Despite most of her words flying over his intoxicated head, Vigo, impressively, caught her name. “Clara,” he repeated, a smug smile spreading across his lips. “Funny, that’s my cousin’s name. May her soul re-” A flash of light flickered across the other’s face, and Vigo quite literally flew backwards into a crowd of people, effectively knocking them over. A slip of sobriety knocked some sense into him. “Che cavolo. You- you look just like her, too.” Even through the dimness of the room, the horror was fairly evident in Vigo’s features.

              “ dios mío ! ” she squealed. startled as she watched him stumble due ( to what she observed was ) his intoxicated state. maybe the alcohol in his system was messing with his head, that was the logical explanation she was clinging to. once she shook of the feeling shock, she went over to his side, in an attempt to help him with his balance. “ i look like her ? vigo, i am her. what are you talking about ? ” he reeked of liquor, this man was definitely her cousin. 

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𝐥𝐮𝐜𝐚 𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐨.

     “ i mean, i suppose ? you’re the older, more educated one ―― MUCH, much older. ” he joked, meanwhile genuinely looking his notes over. “ i’ve no idea what you’re looking at, pal. ”

             “ did you really have to throw in the ‘you’re old as fuck’ card in my face this early in the game, luca ? ” he chuckled, not really taking it to heart. “ it’s the a concept map of the nervous system, but it looks all fucked up.” he probably shoudln’t have written his notes on two hours of sleep.

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𝐨𝐩𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐚 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐧𝐞.

             « so, you don’t drink ? » she asked, making her best effort to ignore the comment about .. she who must not be named. was it petty of her? sure. did she care? not one bit. slipping the bottle back into the bag, she shrugged. « not even if we pretend it’s sacramental ? » 

              “ no, i’m afraid i don’t⏤even, if it is holy. ” yet again, clara wound up in a position that she had a difficulty turning down. it never took much coercion to get her on board of things, especially if she were to gain a friend in return. “ i feel as though i’d regret this if i were to agree. which, oddly, makes me want to say yes even more, ” she sighed. “ so, alright. let’s do it. ”

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𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐬𝐨𝐫.

“ you might have mentioned it earlier but you didn’t say much about actually caring about it. ” she gravitated towards him as soon as he was back close to her, pressing her chest against his back and dropping a kiss on his neck. “ you’re welcome. i’m hungry, do you want to go and grab a bite and then i’ll quiz you on… whatever your test is on ? ”

             “ fair enough. ” a soft smile appeared on his face once he felt her warmth close to him. “ hm, you’re not throwing me out this time ? ” he leaned back, turning his head to place a kiss on her lips. it were these moments that he forgot he had a girlfriend he was going back to in the end of the day. “ if i didn’t know any better, i’d say i’m starting grow on you, huh ? ”