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@orionwth

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ariel.

“you should dress up as rapunzel from Tangled. i would die to see you in long blonde hair.” her mind was reeling with costume ideas for orion, none of which seemed to be original or unique. “do you know what your hair reminds me of? uncle jesse from full house. maybe dress up as him. your costume will be a definite hit because of that reboot coming up.”

“you think i would look good in long blonde hair?” orion’s fingers instantly reach up to his brown hair, fiddling with the thin strands through the soft pads of his slender fingers. “maybe. i have a paler complexion, the cooler days have began to wash the sun off my body, i suppose it could work.” he twirls a piece of hair around his finger — as much as he could, really, with his short hair. “does it? i think our hair is quite different, really. his hair is a lot darker than mine, honestly. and longer.” he smacks his lips together lightly. “maybe i should just be a tree. i wear enough greens as it is.”

#; c: ariel

charlotte.

a soft smile appears on the model’s face as she accepts the compliment from her colleague. sure, working in fashion it’s a compliment she’s received before but it always means so much more when it’s in person, not over social media, and from someone who she respects in the industry. “thank you,” she hums softly before taking a long sip of her coffee, warming her from the inside out. charlotte feels a sense of calmness sitting there with orion, away from the busy city streets just outside. “well yeah, but that doesn’t mean i can wear it better than miranda kerr and i’d hate to lose in one of those who wore it best, polls. you know, i’ve never lost one to date and i’m not about to start.” the girl pushes her hair off her face and grins. “of course, how else would i draw attention to my cute little butt?”

“do those really matter?”he clicks his tongue, simple movement that goes along with a raise of his eyebrows. “pinning people against each other because of what they wear... — i mean, i’m a model too but that.. that’s not important to me. it shouldn’t really be important to anyone.” he sounds so deep, so humble, and he didn’t really mean to make the entire situation serious, but that’s just how it went. “i just made this whole entire conversation so solemn, i deeply apologize for that.” orion laughs, index finger scratching lightly at the light, light scruff that decorated the sharp features of his jaw. “you’d look cute, no doubt about it. and bunny ears, i presume? a good costume you’ve got there. you’ll have everyone drooling.”

#; c: charlotte #HIII WHATS UP

nik.

His soft tone sent a wave of relief down her body, making her slump a bit letting go of her attempt to look oh so pretty like a good model would. “You’re exactly the opposite, but there’s no one I’d rather see.” Her contentment was vividly projected across her face, lighting up for the boy. “Please stay, I just need your lovely presence right now. Work is hell today.” She sighed, ashing the last of her smoke, crushing it under her designer boots provided for the afternoon. “Oops.” She smirked. Nik had stopped caring about this job months ago, at least when she was doing shoots like this. She wasn’t high fashion material and she knew it. “Work is hell. I don’t know why they keep booking me for these jobs.”

“that’s reassuring.” there’s a growing smile on his lips that begins with the way the edges twitch and quirk up in the slightest. orion’s glad that she trusts him, feels comfortable with him. “optimistic orion to the rescue for your sour mood.” a kind look graces his features. she wasn’t in the greatest of moods, that was obvious, and orion wanted nothing but to pull that... negativity from her features. “because you’re in high demand. maybe you should take a rest, a bit of a break, if you’re not feeling it.”

#yay ok nice !!#Yeet Yeet Yoot Yoot Yaat Yaat #; c: nik

emerald.

emerald couldn’t help the upwards quirk of her lips as she gave a playful roll of her eyes. with a quick flick of her wrist she let the thick frame of her sunglasses fall unto the tip of her nose. with a slender finger she pushes them up, casting another glance over her shoulder at the screaming heaps of people. she never understood why it was so hard for them to control themselves. “it’s like we’re a zoo exhibit or something,” she mumbles almost absentmindedly. “security gets paid too much for this to be so out of control.”

he snorts as he sees the flick of her wrist. there’s no rude intent to it. “that means we’re joys to see, doesn’t it?” he seeing the positive side of the situation, which was definitely more him that anything. optimistic orion. “don’t be complainin’, sweets.” he can see the crowd behind her, phones held up high in the air as they tried to get pictures of her ( or the both of them ), and with his foot tapping mindlessly against the ground he folds his arms over his chest. “’ave you already taken a look around the store? maybe that’ll distract you from the crowd.”

#IM SCREMALKJG LDJFLSKD #LISTEN #HIS NICKNAME IS ONION ASSWELL LIKE IMS CREAMGINSLDFJDS #do they NOT MOVE ON UR LAPTOP #BC THEY MOVE ON MINE #; c: emerald

“i’ve spent a good amount of time thinking, but i can’t think of one halloween costume that’s... me.” as a habit his finger begins to tap along his tricep, tongue swiping quickly over his chapped lips ( terribly, terribly chapped lips ). “i can barely think of an idea in the first place. all that’s coming to mind is dressing up as a tree, and i don’t want any reminiscence from primary school.” a concoction of a snort and a laugh leaves his lips. “maybe you could be the tree. or help me, at least.”

#vipsstarter #THIS IS PROBABLY THE LAMEST STARTER EVER BC I COULDNT COME UP W ANYTHING BETTER

charlotte.

“see, i thought i’d figured out the perfect halloween costume.” charlotte explains as she slips back into her seat across from the other, fresh coffee in hand and picking up the conversation like she’d never gotten up for a refill in the first place. “then as i was shopping around for the actual costume i found out that, while still the perfect costume, i wasn’t the first to figure it out. turns out miranda kerr had the same idea only she had it last year and there’s no way i can wear it better than that woman. she’s a goddess.” she’s rambling and despite having said knowledge, charlotte can’t seem to stop. she blames it on her italian blood. “so, as they so wisely put it in mean girls, i’m going to go typical girl world halloween and wear lingerie with some form of animal ears.”

orion keeps his gaze locked on her with a delicate, slender finger placed along his sharp jawline, head tilted slightly to the side. he listens to her speak, and he swears he felt his ears perked up with how intently he was listening. he was not one to have selective hearing when in a conversation with someone. “i think you’re beautiful.” he has a friendly smile on his lips, and there’s no indication of him flirting with her, but he still means every word. she was beautiful, and he wasn’t going to deny that. “albeit you wearing the same costume as miranda kerr doesn’t look very good, i’m sure you would’ve rocked it anyways. if help is needed to pick a new costume, just ‘ave a good shout and i’ll be there.” he quirks an eyebrow, an amused glint in his gray eyes. “kinky. a bunny tail, too?”

#; c: charlotte #HELLOOOO

genesis.

genesis sighed, looking over at the other and biting her lip before sighing, annoyed. “there are only a few things in this world that i dislike, and one of them is being asked a terrible question in the midst of an interview. like, i’m sorry that i’ve dated practically no one and have no good stories to tell you other than the same old ones about my father being a preacher.”

“interviewers want anything juicy.” orion lets out an exasperated sigh. he knew what it was like. every celebrity, or anyone remotely close to being famous knew what it was like, having those questions that just set them off in the wrong way. he felt that way about any question directed about his parents. some people just didn’t have boundaries. “when i get told i have an interview it wears me out before it even happens. they’re so tiring sometimes, i swear.”

#; c: genesis

emerald.

cinnamon hues rest upon the glass wall of the shop with what the brunette can only hope is a neutral expression. the surge of camera flashes were muted by the streaming sunlight of early afternoon, and the voices of the mob outside was just a mumble. “great,” the brunette sighed, slender arms crossing delicately against a lissome chest. she turns to her counterpart, eyebrows raising in accusation. “we’re going to be stuck here for hours, they can’t get the crowd to move.” the words are accompanied by a slight shake of her head. “this is all your fault, i was here first.”

orion’s lips shift to a side of his face, a slight raise to the arched eyebrows that sit high on his face. “hours? don’t have too little faith in the security, or whoever they are, that are tryin’ to get the crowd to move.” he sounds like a mother scolding her child, yet there’s no bitter undertone to his voice or anything remotely close to a negative attitude. his hands shift, holding the few bags that rest in his palms into a different position, side of his hip popping out as he folds his arms over his chest. “—c’mon, now. don’t be so sour. bein’ stuck in a shop can’t be as bad as you speak of it to be.”

#hopefully my reply is CHILL #; c: emerald #why does orion sound so old when he speaks ... i hate him

nik.

– All you could see of the blonde outside the shoot was the smoke covering her face. Nicotine was her escape, an empty clutch that she refused to walk with out. She let out a sigh as she heard footsteps coming toward her. “Shit.” She murmured under her breath assuming it was the photographer coming to lecture her. “I just needed a brake ok.” Her eyes rolled apathetic at this point. “You would need one too.” She hesitated, wondering if anyone else felt the intense, drowning stress she was. The corner of her lips start to twitch, forming a slight frown resting on her face. “Long story short, give me a fucking break.”

orion approaches with caution. he could see the way that stress had overtaken her — he himself had been put in that situation, the newfound fame for him putting an unneeded weight on his shoulders that took seconds of deep breathing to shake off. he lets her speak first, all of her words with a tone in his voice that sounds familiar to one he gets in his own when stressed. “i would leave you alone, but i don’t think that i was the person you were expecting me to be.” he takes a step forward. cautious yet again, lips pursed when his eyebrows furrowed in the slightest. “if you want, i’ll leave. you look like you need a companion to speak to, or just someone to accompany you as you just... sit. take a deep breath, other comforting things.”

#me: *loves u*#; c: nik #my Reply is a lil lame but ! Yeet