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“you’re right,” she answers with a small nod, her eyes looking back at the ground below. did he have to be so cold to her now? wasn’t showing up to possibly work things out enough for him to see just how much he truly meant to her? after taking a second to think, she understood where he was coming from with his actions. would she act this way if her parents tried to reach out to her? if her aunt came back home to apologize? no, at least not right away, but soon he’s talking back toward the entrance, and cassie assumes that’s the end of their conversation, until he turns around and invites her inside. she can’t hide the small smile, hoping that maybe he secretly wanted things to work out too. so she follows, quickly reaching for the door to finally reach the warmth of being inside. just so it wasn’t complete awkward silence walking back to the dressing room, cassie decided to ask, “was that a new song you preformed at the end? i hadn’t heard it before, but it was really good.”
he doesn’t turn to look at her when she speaks but he nods all the same; a sign that he has actually been listening. “ kinda. it was after... our time, anyway.” it feels kind of definitive and cold when he words it like that - like the period of time in which they belonged to each other is well and truly over. but it is, isn’t it ? they reach the dressing room relatively quickly, and he wonders if cassie is bothered by the last few people lingering outside, waiting in the hope of some last minute attention. he nods towards the sofa, a sort of invite for her to take a seat, as he reaches for the vodka he’d gulped from only minutes before. “ you want a shot ? ” he asks as he pours himself one, throwing it down his throat before he even waits for her answer. he knows if he’s going to make it through this he’ll need to be at least a little smashed. “ or i can make you something... moderately better. i’m sure we have somethin’ lyin’ around here. ” he’s still eager to please as if it’s rooted in him to make cassie happy.
she hates how he crosses his arm, knowing it’s a sign of trying to put something between the two, to distance himself from her. she hates how awkward and confusing this whole run in feels, like they’re now complete strangers. how do you go from talking to someone all day, to now having no clue what to say to the other? his question doesn’t surprise her, soon causing a small sigh and a quick shrug of her shoulders. “i don’t know,” she answers honestly, her eyes looking around before resting on him again. “i heard you were playing here and…i had some time to spare tonight and somehow i gained the courage to come see you.” london’s chilly air quickly reminded her just how cold she was starting to get, arms now coming to hug her slender frame before speaking up again, “i was hoping i had given you enough space to where maybe we could talk? just have a few drinks and just…” she shrugs her shoulders again, unsure of how to end that sentence.
when she speaks about courage he almost wants to laugh - he didn’t associate the word with her at all. to him, she’d been a coward. she’d had the opportunity to tell him what was going on in her life plenty of times. he wouldn’t have JUDGED her, or at least he tells himself that, but he can’t stand a liar. he can’t help but be intrigued by her though; what she’s doing nowadays, whether she’s found somebody new. he guesses not, otherwise why would she be showing up like this ? his tongue rolls over the piercing of his lower lip; eyes surveying her features with strange intensity. “ i don’t think you’re the one who gets to decide when it’s been enough space. ” he muses calmly, before he’s stepping towards the entrance again. a few beats pass. “ you coming ? ” he waits until he’s reached the door to say it, finding some humor in leaving her on edge. it’s PETTY, he knows, but it brings a small smirk to his lips.
“my shift is finally over! i was at that damn hospital for fifteen hours straight because i guess i signed up for that when i decided to become a nurse or whatever–” letting out a loud huff, otis throws himself down on the floor dramatically. he lets out another deep sigh, wrist going over his forehead as though he’s a fainting woman in one of those period dramas. “i need coffee. or alcohol. or a tranquilizer. just get me something, please,”
he raises a brow at otis’ mini-rant, only half listening as he finally turns to look at him. he’s not sure why he’s the listening ear he’s chosen; he’s never been good at offering comfort. “ you smoke ? ” he questions, offering the last couple of drags of his cig. part of him doubts he does, considering he’s a nurse and all, but it’s the thought that counts.
her heels clicked on the marble flooring of the lobby in the fitzgerald building, a coffee in one hand and her binder in another, another long day was done and she had a dinner that she was already late for. the uber she’d ordered to get her to her apartment to get changed was waiting, or it was until she heard her phone notify her, and upon checking it’d cancelled. odessa let out a small shriek of frustration once she’d gotten outside before realising how loud she’d been and a slight blush crept onto her cheeks. “sorry for that,” she told the person next to her. “stupid fucking uber, right?”
he’s noticed odessa before she’s noticed him; her heels clicking obnoxiously across the flooring being a telltale sign. he smirks a little at her evident frustration, eyes scanning her over because apparently he just can’t help himself, “ stupid fuckin’ uber. ” he agrees with a curt nod, hand diving to his coat pocket to retrieve a set of car keys, “ but it’s your lucky day. fancy a ride ? ” he quirks a brow, realising the potential double-meaning to his words, “ i’m talkin’ about my car, before you get too excited. ” he grins.
cassie doesn’t even realize how much she’s smiling before his gaze finally lands upon her, the world suddenly slowing down like a cheesy romcom. her lips falter just slightly, her heart racing as for the first time in what felt like years, his eyes finally lock with hers. suddenly she feels awful since distracting him was the last thing she wanted. her gut feeling was screaming at her to just leave now. you got what you wanted cassie, she thought to herself. you got to see him on stage, even for just a few seconds. she almost moved, until he picked up his cue and kept singing again, her feet now glued to the floor until the song was over. she clapped, he left, and everyone soon begins to leave. she waits, until she notices she wasn’t the only girl waiting around for the handsome lead singer. jealousy quickly flows throughout her whole body, suddenly feeling stupid that she even came here all tonight. rushing outside, she does her best to flag down a cab, almost crawling inside before something stops her, the same urge that dragged her here in the first place. she didn’t come all this way just to see him for five seconds across the room. apologizing to the cab driver, she shuts the door, soon turning around to see none other than seth walking out of the entrance. she waits until their eyes meet once more, her feet slowly pulling her toward him before giving him a small smile. “well hello there,” she speaks softly, her eyes looking down at the cold concrete before gaining the courage to look up again, “you sounded amazing up there. which, of course, is to be expected, cause you’ve always been…amazing,” she chuckles awkwardly before biting her lower lip out of a nervous habit.
he’s wordless for a moment, his expression unreadable as he takes in what she says. she looks as beautiful as ever and he despises himself for the way he lets his gaze linger over her form. his thanks is communicated through a small nod as he forces his eyes away from her, arms crossing against his chest as he finally notices the cold breeze of the london air. he thought if he’d ever see her again, he’d loathe the sight of her - but he doesn’t. not completely. “ what are you doing here ? ” he asks after a brief silence, his eyes flickering back to her. he figures the polite thing to do would be to invite her inside, fetch her a drink, that kinda thing - but he wants to hear what she has to say first. this entire situation has caught him off guard. sure, for the first few weeks after he first broke things off he’d wished for her to show up just like this, despite everything that had happened - but it’s been MONTHS now, and her sudden reappearance in his life is opening up old wounds he thought had healed long ago.
@ofscth // cassie has made some horrible decisions in her life, and you would think she’d learn a thing or two by now, but sadly that wasn’t the case. her night had ended early after attending a social party with one of her long time clients, and after checking the time, she noticed she could still make it to hear at least one of his songs. it probably wasn’t the smartest idea to go to such a venue wearing such a tight skinned dress that seemed to sparkle even in the dark with all the glitter and jewels that adorned it. maybe it would only make the situation worse, seeing as it would be obvious what she would have been up to before seeing him. still, she quickly makes her way to the venue, trying her hardest not to attract attention as she stays further in the back. there’s a soft smile that graces her lips when she hears him sing, making her forget the trouble she would soon cause for herself if she were to be caught. for now, she simply enjoys the voice she fell so hard for all those months ago.
the gig is nearing its end and for once seth finds himself feeling somewhat glad. there’s nothing he adores more than performing and lapping up the attention of the crowd, of course, but he’s ready for food, a smoke, and a drink to wash it all down - and maybe a quick fuck if he’s lucky. he can usually spot the types of people who will wait around to talk to him once the set draws to a close; they tend to make more effort with their appearance in a bid to stand out. he scans this particular crowd but initially nobody peaks his interest. it’s a shiny number at the back that eventually catches his attention during the drum solo; the outfit is a bit much for this particularly venue and he finds himself squinting with intrigue until he finds himself frozen to the spot. there’s no way she’d come here, surely ? after everything that happened ? but he’d recognise her anywhere, and to see her there watching him so serenely causes his heart to jolt in his chest. he almost misses his cue to finish off the song but he catches himself in time, singing the last words before he’s thanking the crowd, running off stage for the final time, and collapsing onto his sofa in the dressing room. should he have acknowledged her so she knew to come backstage ? does he even WANT her to come backstage ? his mind is a mess, but he decides to put the decision into her hands. he takes a quick shot of vodka from a bottle he’d brought along with him for a pre-show buzz before he makes his way to the entrance. if she wants to see him, he figures she’ll wait there.
luke hemmings, cismale, he/him, twenty-two / have you seen SETH FARLEY, the musician around mayfair yet? they’ve been living in london for the past twenty years. i’ve been told they can be quite jocular & facetious, and perhaps that’s why people insist they’re reminded of crooked smirks, leg jitters, and quiet observations from the outskirts of a crowded room when they’re around.
it’s kat .. back again with another muse because i have no self control ! we love that for me ! ANYWAY, this is seth, a reincarnation of an older muse of mine, n i love him dearly even though he’s a huge mess :~) like this or feel free to hmu to plot ( i actually included wc for once i’m improving ) ps the amount i nearly typed celio writing this is ... shameful
001. BACKSTORY
seth was born to a wealthy couple in sydney, australia. he was the youngest of three children, and throughout most of his childhood he’d find himself overshadowed by his older siblings. when he was two years old his family decided to pack up their life and move to london, as his dad had been given a promotion & he’s been in london ever since !
he was viewed as the black sheep of his family growing up because he just didn’t fit in. he found that he struggled at school, both academically and socially. he was diagnosed with dyslexia from a pretty young age, which explained a LOT for him. it didn’t help ease the jealousy he felt whenever his siblings would be praised for their good grades & achievements, though, and he grew pretty resentful of them and his parents.
the divide between him and the rest of his family only grew with age. because of his struggles at school, seth began acting out & hanging around with the kids his parents often looked down upon. getting in trouble became a frequent occurrence for him & it’s never really stopped.
he didn’t get accepted into university which was a HUGE deal to his parents, as his brother and sister had already graduated with degrees and were practically promised success. he instead followed his ambition of becoming a musician, the only thing he was truly passionate about, and eventually grew apart from his family altogether once he moved out at eighteen. he still occasionally gets phone calls from them, but they’re always distant and empty.
002. PERSONALITY & HEADCANNONS
he’s pretty aloof & distant apart from the occasional sarcastic or witty remark. he’s not shy by any means, but he’s also not a huge talker. he enjoys entertaining though, so when he’s in the right mood he can be good company. he’s currently in a band with aleksander and franny - he’s the vocalist. singing is his no. 1 passion & ur boy puts on a PERFORMANCE ! he’s probably often seen sporting hickies on his neck & bags beneath his eyes because he’s really making the most of the growing attention he gets while he can. he has no preferences when it comes to gender; a warm body in his bed is all he craves. he has various lil’ tattoos dotted around his body & would probably get a sleeve in the future. i envision him as curly haired luke bc .. cute
003. CONNECTIONS
childhood friends
family friends
familial connections: siblings, cousins, etc etc
brotp
best friend/s
somebody he only really talks to when they’re both drunk
groupies .. i’d die
smoking buddies
fwb
his first love :’(
any other exes ??? he probably fucks up on the regular
prguitarman
kianamaiart
2087
gummygunk
baratheonpilled
titsay
turnnoffyourmind
