#OCEANCAGES 𓆝 ⋆ . . . . and maybe i've tried other things , but nothing can capture the sting .
elizabeth van gelder of crestview , intro . harvey wilder of rustbay , intro .
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@oceancages
#OCEANCAGES 𓆝 ⋆ . . . . and maybe i've tried other things , but nothing can capture the sting .
elizabeth van gelder of crestview , intro . harvey wilder of rustbay , intro .
closed starter for @oceancages ( any muse ).
“ i triple dog dare you to take a sip of this, ” a hand holding out the red solo cup of the 'rum punch' theo had told her about earlier in the night. obviously to chicken to do it herself, but curious to know if it were actually as terrible as described. “ it's a triple dog, so you can't say no. ” they could, but mia's just hopeful her pushiness is enough for them to go along with it.
it's the color , the kind of red that makes strict moms grip their child up . makes his stomach turn just looking at it . ❝ i don't believe in peer pressure . ❞ smile appears , a lazy one . eyes jumping from her face to the cup . ❝ i do believe in uno reverse though . ❞ hand moves , gently pushing the cup back towards her . ❝ quadruple dog dare you . ❞
open to anyone @ the bonfire party / @kerdalestarters
"i came to bother you in your solitude ." she opens her cigarette pack and offers , finding the lighter and pulls it out in two fluid motions , swallowing burnt ash into her mouth , "but i also come baring gifts ."
quick glance towards the burning cigarette , the smell potent . . . and yet , the memory of nicotine engulfing her brain almost tempting . ❝ next time bring a less smellier gift . ❞ a second , ❝ and one i'll actually enjoy . ❞
for @oceancages ( libby ) !
at the bonfire.
rest of the place might be happy to sit in harmony and sing a happy song or what-the-fuck-ever, but wes is harder to please. got a scowl on his face that reads like a warning sign. careful, ye who enter here! foul mood that catches anyone who comes too close, all rising tide of an attitude — a tide that catches on libby. doesn’t know much about her, but he doesn’t have to. “ not interested in talkin’. bye. ”
asshole ! the thought comes fast . like she's a random girl on a beach and not a van gelder . unruly losers , that's what her little sister warned her of . ' you'll waste your time going ' . filed it away as her sister being a party pooper , the ceo of fun police . but brown eyes , cracking with disbelief , might have to reconsider . ❝ excuse me ? ❞ practiced expression , controlled , polite . a blank stare the only give away before , ❝ you're standing in front of the punch bowl . ❞
for @oceancages ( harvey ) !
at the bonfire.
coming out is always a risk. from her birthday blunder to the possibility of disrupting her parents, there’s always a danger to parties that aren’t thrown by her or them, carefully curated. he’s a more recent danger — once a comfort, a reason to sneak out, now something soured. heart drops at the sight of him, familiar, slipping between warmth and ice. brown hues are drawn towards him against her will, as if they couldn’t look anywhere else. takes a sip of the suspicious drink in her hands, liquid courage down her throat as she quietly wills him to look her way. futile : he’d left without remorse, and she was nothing but a stain in his story. her throat bobs, her eyes sting, and she turns away, harsh, heat of the bonfire left behind.
a coin toss , it flips through the air the minute feet touch sand . heads points to enjoying himself , having his one beer and all the socializing that his forty working hours robs him of . tails begs to find the brunette somewhere between the sound of laughter and the smell of heavy bonfire smoke . tails wins . one minute the taste of beer is coating his tongue . the next blues , too similar to the color of the ocean , finds hers . dark , beautiful , pained . the past reflected in them , reminding him shame is always prone to make a comeback . she's not looking at him for long , not how she used to , not the way he craves too many nights to count . should leave it alone . . . knows better to leave it alone ( her parents words sharp in his skull ) . he's on his feet regardless , some excuse of another drink tumbling as feet close the distance . stupid . he should turn back now . . . mouth falls open , one word , just one , ❝ vienna . ❞
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