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 “Do you remember that night we ran through Madrid?” Ágata asked, glancing over at Andrés as he walked her home. The two were in a much better place now than they had been in a while. They were at a point now where they could spend time together as if nothing had ever changed. As grateful as she was for that, the nostalgia it brought was dangerous. It made her hopeful that maybe, just maybe, their story hadn’t ended quite yet. 

 “We both had a bit too much wine to drink that night and thought we had lost our keys. In turn, we practically turned the city inside out searching for them only to realize two hours in that neither of us had brought any keys in the first place.” She giggled at the sweet memory, stoping in her tracks for a moment as a delicate question bubbled in her head. “Do you ever...miss those days?” When we were together, she wanted to add but couldn’t dare to. Nor did she have to, she knew he understood. 

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 “I’m really glad we did this.” Ágata chirped, flashing Lily a smile as she dabbed her eyes with a handkerchief. The two had spent the evening watching touchy romance films. The tearjerker kinds that made everyone bawl in the end. While it might sound odd, a good cry was just the thing the blonde needed. And who better to have a tender moment with than Lily? “It was truly a lot of fun. Even if I did cry my eyes out like the baby I am.” She quipped with a giggle. “But the night’s not over until we’ve shared a drink to commemorate our fun.” The girl reached for the bottle of champagne she’d brought earlier and held it up with a gleeful look. “What do you say?” 

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ofcleve‌:

cleve… was smoking again which was something he hadn’t done in years. his body has been clean from all that junk for nearly five years now. yet here he was with a joint in his hand as he breathed out the fumes from his lungs and watch the smoke fade into nothingness. work was stressing him out right about now and cleve has been avoiding talking to people as of recent. hearing footsteps coming up behind him by the empty sidewalk he turned around not even paying attention to who it was at first. “i swear to god rolf if you tell me i need to go back inside and fix the lighting i’m going to beat your ass, let me have a damn smoke for once in my life. i have been working for ten hours.” finally making eye contact with the person realized that the person was indeed not rolf he stepped back for a moment as he awkwardly ran his fingers through his hair with a nervous laugh. “uh– sorry about that. i thought you were clearly someone else.” he said letting his brows furrow. god, cleve never really does stuff like this, his head must be jumbled so much right now from working too long. 

 “Oh, wow, umm...” Ágata trailed, clearly shocked and at a loss for words at Cleves’ outburst. She’d spotted him from across the way, and since it had been a while since she’d last seen the man, she figured it couldn’t hurt to stop and say a quick hello. But apparently, she’d caught him at quite the unexpected time. The girl was pretty fond of him. Always willing to provide a much needed distraction, he was one of the few people that didn’t make her feel as boring and prudish as others constantly claimed her to be. “It’s alright. I understand.” She insisted with a hint of a smile. “Although, I must admit, I’ve never been mistaken for a Rolf until now.” She jested, trying to lift the mood even by the slightest. Her eyes drifted to the joint between his fingers for a brief second then back up at him. He wasn’t one to indulge in such things from her understanding, so the confusion written on her face was inevitable. “Is something the matter?” She knew the odds of him answering that question sincerely were slim to none, but the caring soul in her couldn’t help but to try anyways. 

[lolasmuse]

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[hecatesii]

{ closed starter for @ofagatas​ ! }

         RHIANNON WAS LOST IN THOUGHT, EVEN ABSENTMINDEDLY chewing on the end of her pencil. she was meant to be sketching, but hanging out with agata was much more enjoyable than her latest assignment. her green eyes finally darted over to her dear friend, the hint of a smile on her face. ❝ you know what i just realized ?  i think being a cat lady is extremely underrated. ❞ there was a passion in rhiannon’s voice, the one that never seemed to go away. ❝ i would be the best cat lady. cats love me. especially black ones. ❞ rhiannon beamed. black cats actually always seemed to find rhiannon, no matter what country she was living in. ❝ …and if i’m a cat lady, then i can be proud about being single for the rest of my life. right ? ❞

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“Oh?” Ágata sounded in curiosity as she finally peeled her eyes from the book her nose had been stuck in to glance over at her friend. Rhiannon was a kindred spirit that was always a joy to be around. So, when the opportunity arose for the two to spend some time together, she jumped at the chance. “Aww do they? Maybe they can sense your gentle nature and are drawn to it?” She chimed in, nodding knowingly as the other blonde went on. “I suppose that’s true.” She giggled out. “But the real question is: how many cats must one have before they are deemed a cat lady, hmm? Two? Six? A double digit number...?” 

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vinifellini‌:

      vinícius can’t think of a single person who would be happy to receive a present crafted by his own hands. he knew it would be unacceptable for somebody like him to gift others with handmade items, especially when he didn’t have any experience with it. but engaging in ágata’s hobby is a good way to learn more about her. it’s refreshing to see how a woman who had every reason to become as arrogant and pretentious as… well, most people he knows, can still want his company for such a modest activity. “oh? yes, please, if you don’t mind it,” he responds. ágata makes it look so much easier than it really is, and the needles work so gracefully when she’s the one handling them. “why did you start knitting?” vinícius asks, “i used to watch my grandma at home, but… it never crossed my mind to ask her to teach me.”

 “Oh, of course. It’s no trouble at all. Here...” With that, Ágata set aside her own project and gently took his into her hands. “So first you identify where the extra or unnecessary stitching occurred. Yours occurred right around the middle here.” She said, pointing towards the area. “All you have to do to fix it is get a small crochet hook to pull up a strand of the dropped stitch like so for each dropped stitch that you’ve identified. Then when you’re done, you simply place the stitch back onto the left needle and start anew.” She explained whilst demonstrating the technique. “Would you like to give it a try?” She asked, before humming in thought at his question. “To be honest, I’m not quite sure how it all came to be. My grandmother has never been one to partake in such tedious things.” The blonde mused. “I recall witnessing the look of pure joy on my au pair’s face when her relative gifted her a hand knitted sweater. I had never seen someone become so moved by a gift before, so maybe that’s what encouraged me to learn? Because I wanted to be able to show others how much I cared about them by gifting them something with meaning.” 

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ofbeauti‌:

@ofagatas​ .

    The woman set up her own little picnic on the beach, sure she was by herself but the place was so beautiful. Waves coming in and crashing to the shower softly, like a swaying crib. Her dark hues zoned out on it for a moment,  finding it hard to look away till she heard someone clear their thought. Tearing her gaze upward to them , a large smile played on the brunette lips. “Agata!” She stood up giving the girl quick kisses on the cheek. “See you survived the prom night – how’re you?”

 Ágata had been in the middle of a much needed stroll when she spotted Esme along the way. It was a beautiful day and she couldn’t think of a better way to spend it than by the beach. Unable but to notice the woman seemingly zoned out in thought, the girl came up beside her, clearing her throat to catch her attention after a moment. At the other’s excited reaction to see her, Ágata giggled through a grin. “I did. As did you I see.” She said. “And I’m well. Just out on a stroll. What about you?” She asked, eyes scanning over what appeared to be a picnic set up. “Were you expecting someone?” 

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aramintiax‌:

     “some of the students here are insanely passionate about what they study, and i don’t know, i love to see people talk about what they love.” she shrugged. they sort of reminded her of herself when she was in school and it was lovely.  

     she grabbed another macaron and her attention fell onto the grand hall, scanning the room to see what they could do. when her eyes landed on the dancefloor a grin bloomed on her face and she popped the dessert in her mouth. “come on, let’s dance.” her muffled voice couldn’t hide the excitement and laughter that bubbled up, and she let the reverberating music fill her as she pulled them towards the dancefloor.

 “Aww, that’s sweet.” Ágata gushed, beaming at the thought. “I bet it fills you with a nostalgia of sorts, no? Listening to their stories knowing that you were once in their shoes?” She added. She supposed there would be a lot to reminisce about at an event like this, especially for those had lived out a prom of sorts in the past. 

 When Ara looked back at her with a macaroon stifled grin, Ágata couldn’t help but giggle at the sight. Still, she allowed her friend to lead her into the crowd with a look of pure glee plastered on her face. Then, she took the other girl’s hands in hers as they began to dance, lifting an arm up to give her a little spin. “You’re practically glowing in this lighting.” She complimented. “Like the lead of a fairytale inspired film or something.” 

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codyoftheargonauts‌:

    —- cody followed ágata around, letting the girl do her thing. she was grateful. so whatever the other woman wanted to do, cody would agree to it. she let out a soft snort when ágata went and complimented her. “thank you. but we need to agree to disagree,” she laughed. she couldn’t help but note the estate and look at it a bit wide eyes and awed. the closet, though, was next level. “yeah,” she replied absent-mindedly, looking at everything. her attention was drawn back once ágata pulled out the dress. “oh that’s gorgeous.”

 “Isn’t it?!” Ágata chimed, eyes still scanning over every little detail of the icy blue colored dress in her hands. Holding it up against Cody’s frame, she smiled excitedly. “You just must try it on now. Then I we can pick out a clutch to match, earrings, and—“ She gasped then, quickly turning around on her heel to face her closet once more. “Shoes!” The blonde exclaimed, as she rummage through her closet. “I have the perfect heels to go with that dress. Just...give me a second...”

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principeandres‌:

andrés pouts, giving ágata the best puppy eyes he could achieve. he knows she’s only teasing, but that won’t stop him from trying his charms on her. it’s part of their dynamic. fun and lighthearted. the memories of heartbreak almost seem like a distant memory now. and andrés knows he shouldn’t get his hopes up, but this, it almost feels like a new beginning. “de puta madre!” he yells, raising his hands up in the air as if he had just scored the winning goal at the world cup. “a slow dance and my annoying company for the rest of the evening,” he replies, excitement lacing his voice. “señorita,” he says, extending his hand for her to take. “can i have this dance?” 

 Ágata giggles at Andrés’ excitement, shushing him as if to keep him from drawing so much attention to himself. Knowing him though, he probably wouldn’t mind it much. There’s no way she would reject him now, not when things were going so well between them. Because even at their worst, she had a hard time resisting his charm. He just always seemed to have that sort of affect on her. “Sounds perfect.” She chimes with glee. She had to fight herself on the thought that this all might be too good to be true. That she was foolishly getting her hopes up that things would go back to the way they once were for nothing. That it was only a matter of time before everything fell apart again... “You may, my prince.” She replies, taking his hand in hers and tugging him towards the center of the room where countless other pairs were already dancing. Once they reached an adequate spot, she turns around to face him, moving a hand up to rest on his chest while the other remained laced with his own. “It almost feels surreal to be dancing with you like this.” She admits after a bout of silence. “And yet, I’m glad to be.” 

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aramintiax‌:

     “i walked here with arlo, does that count?” she shrugged with a little laugh,  pursing her lips slightly, “but you know me,” she sighed, “single as ever.” ara didn’t mean the remark in any somber way nor was she sad for her singleness. it took her a while, but she had come to a point where she was content with just being her… although, she couldn’t help it when her heart craved for something more, and craved love. 

     ara shook her head out of her train of thought a took the last bite of her macaron, the burst of sweetness snapping her out of it. “but i did manage to meet some very fascinating people here,” she paused dusting off her fingers and managed to pick up a flute of sparkling water from a sever passing by, drinking a sip before turning towards ágata, “and now that we’ve found each other, let’s have some fun shall we?”

 “I’d say so. He’s certainly great company.” Ágata slipped through a light giggle, nodding knowingly as her friend continued. She understood where Ara was coming from because she too was a hopeless romantic who oh so desperately craved love. She’d felt it once, and yearned for it again, but wasn’t quite ready to walk down that winding road once more. Besides, much of her heart still desired the same old flame. But now wasn’t the time to think of such things. She’d come here to have some fun, and that’s exactly what she was determined to do. 

 “Oh, have you? Like who? And what made them so fascinating?” She asked, sincere curiosity in her tone. She then finished up her own macaroon, savoring the exquisite taste before chirping up at the other girl’s suggestions. “Let’s do it.” Ágata replied excitedly, eyes scanning the room. “Where should we start, hmm? Shall we dance? Explore?” 

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principeandres‌:

andres’ eyes grow and his mouth makes a little o shape in surprise. “you are here by yourself?” he asks, feigning incredulity. although on the inside, andrés is glad to learn ágata is without a date tonight. it’s a selfish feeling, he knows. but he can’t help it. the mood is light between them and andrés is glad that hasn’t changed. “i’m also here by myself,” he replies proudly, standing tall, doing a little swirl. “you know me, i am a lone wolf now and all that.” that bit is also true. andrés didn’t even bother to talk someone up to be his date for the night. an open bar was enough for him to attend. “but i wouldn’t mind having some company,” he starts, a little smile on his lips. “your excellency, marchioness ágata, would you be my date for the rest of the night?”

 “I am.” Ágata answers with a one shoulder shrug. She hadn’t bothered on waiting for someone to ask her, nor did she take the initiative herself. As amusing as living out a cliché for the night could’ve been, the girl preferred to be on her own rather than risk being in the company of someone she wasn’t genuinely interested in again. When Andrés reveals that he’d also come alone, she raises a brow in surprise. “Oh?” She sounds, smiling at his little gesture while attempting to brush off the feeling of undeniable relief that brewed within her. “Well, there’s nothing wrong with that.” The blonde assures, offering a smile that only brightened as he continued. At the offer, her expression changes to one of mock seriousness. “Hmm...” She hums, tapping her chin with a manicured finger as she pretended to ponder the idea. Then, after a beat, she’s no longer able to hold back a smile and offers him her hand. “I would be honored to be your prom date, Andrés.” She chimes out, delighted that they were now at a point where they could be this friendly with one another. “Does this mean I’ll be getting a slow dance and everything?” 

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aramintiax‌:

     ara had been mingling about the great hall for twenty minutes now, excited to meet some faces from the university. she had already caught up with several professors who worked closely with the museum and several students who were aspiring to work in the field. she absolutely loved being among those who loved the same work she did and who were just as passionate. she was in the middle of a lovely conversation with a couple of graduate students about bronze age greece when ara spotted her friend and, immediately, noticed the restraint on the blondes face. ara gave a sincere apology to the group, promising to catch up later before making her way up to ágata. 

     “bon soir, my dear,” she greeted, lacing an arm through hers and steered them off towards the dessert bar instead. she picked up a macaron took and took a bite, then handed one to ágata as well. “how are you?” she asked, a slightly worried tone in her voice

 At the mere sight of Ara, a wave of relief washes over Ágata. “Ara, I’m so happy to see you.” She gushed, allowing her long time friend to lead them towards the dessert table arm in arm. Taking the macaroon the other offered her, she stared down at it for a moment, unintentionally pondering the question. 

“I’m alright. Just trying to pace myself I suppose.” She admitted before finally taking a bite of her macaroon. Drinking admittedly made her more fun, but she wasn’t sure just how much fun she was ready to have just yet. “What about you? How are you enjoying this prom of sorts?” She questioned, eyes glinting with curiosity. “Did you come with anyone tonight?” 

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prdesful‌:

     The event was beautiful. Shimmering lights flickered from the candles around the room and huge floral centerpieces made her feel like she was in some sort of pastel wonderland. This island certainly knew how to throw one aesthetically pleasing event and once again Alexis herself felt a little out of place. Though she’d been here for two months it all felt so new still, new places, a new country, new language, and new people. Though the last part, the people were all very nice and welcoming, one of the reasons why she’d decided to attend the event in the first place. That and she got to witness how Cody and Leo cleaned up, she could spot Leo from across the room in his pastel aquamarine suit. It made her laugh and she turned around as she noticed what she thought the line to the bar was move. But apparently, she was wrong and she smiled politely at the other girl. “Oh, I’m sorry. It’s hard to tell with this crowd over here. You sure you don’t want this spot in line?”

“Oh, no, no, there’s no need to apologize. It’s quite alright. It was my fault for lingering so close to the queue.” Ágata began, returning the other woman’s smile with a bright one of her own. “And I’m sure. I’ve already had a few drinks anyways. It’s probably for the best if I leave it at that, you know?” She added. The girl had an extremely low tolerance when it came to alcohol. On top of that, she was quite the disastrous drunk. Together, that made for a dangerous combination. Hence, her hesitance to continue chugging down flutes of champagne. Suddenly feeling a bit awkward as she thought about it, the blonde let her eyes scan over the other in search of a new topic of conversation. “I love your shoes by the way. They compliment the rest of your attire perfectly.”