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ARE YOU LIVING LIKE ME, IN PAPER CAGES? Eli Chapman. 31. Rockstar. Part of wedlockhq.

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breathlessdelight:

   the young redhead smiled softly as he began to make her tea. “work is an excuse for drinking?” winnie asked with a slight giggle. “surely it can’t be that bad. what do you do?” she asked, tilting her head a little curiously. she couldn’t imagine work so bad it drove you to drink.

“i’m a touring musician--- or, as some might say, a rockstar.” it was the egotistical bit of eli that loved that title, although it seemed ridiculous to go around referring to himself as that. “can’t get away from it. free beer at every venue, sometimes more, you get the gist of it.”

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@eleanorffs

“oh, good, i’m glad you’re awake, because i have no idea how this coffee machine works and i don’t want to go anywhere today. could you, uh, do you reckon you could take a look at it for me?” he needed at least three cups of coffee to get going in the morning, or he was the most irritable bastard in all of england.

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breathlessdelight:

   a hint of nerves came back into her expression – she could f e e l how confused he was – but winnie didn’t say anything. she was used to people giving her odd looks about it. instead, the redhead smiled shyly, hoping to look less nervous. “tea would be lovely, actually. thank you.”

“right, tea it is.” he was almost amused as he retrieved a cup for her. “maybe i should try to drink less--- i always use my work as an excuse for my drinking, but now that i’m not really working, i don’t have an excuse to hide behind.”

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ilieforeverblooming:

“I’m Romanian, actually,” Ilie replied, pleased he hadn’t been called Russian. “I just spent the past couple years living in Paris; and before that, I was in New York for around five years. I’ve only been home a few times in the past eight years so I might be losing the accent just a little. Good ear, though. A lot of people in America thought Russian; but someone once said Russian with a tinge of French or Italian sometimes, which is a little more accurate, as far as I’m aware of.”

“oh, romania!” he burst out excitedly. “i’ve been there twice. lovely little country you’ve got there. i’m a--- uh, touring musician, actually, so i’ve been all over the place. i know the russian accent from a mile away... they love us in moscow, for some reason. where in romania are you from?”

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maellexedwards:

( °. WHEN THE GUY offered to play her his new songs, a smile spread across the red head’s lips as she nodded. “ right, i’d love to, actually. “, she said, a twinkle appearing in her eyes. “ i’m sure they’re pretty great, though. you don’t need my amateur opinion. “.

“all of my fans’ opinions are amateur opinions. and seriously--- the nice thing about having friends is that they can tell you when your song’s shite. so, here we go.” he picked up his guitar. “this one’s called ‘a glimpse of love.’” the song had a chorus that went “won’t someone give me just a glimpse of love?” --- wow, way to advertise to the world that you’re lonely, eli.

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wtfbaz:

     baz sighed softly as he waited for the other to figure out how to send his location, leaning back in the driver’s seat. a small smile appeared on his face when the map pulled up, “yes. you did perfectly.” confirming it was the bar he thought it was, he pressed the gas pedal once the light turned green. “texting and driving is dangerous, which is why i waited like a good boy until i was stopped at a red light to text you. thank you for your concern, though. i should be there in five, ten tops.”

“right, right...” eli nodded and trailed off--- he was in a world of his own, as far as everyone else was concerned. “you’ve gotta... gotta come out of the car and get me ‘cause i dunno... dunno your car, yeah? god damn, this was so much easier with the tour bus... couldn’t miss that damn thing, you know what i mean?”

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breathlessdelight:

   a smile crept its way onto winnie’s face and she giggled softly. the enthusiasm was very much appreciated, and she was grateful for his generous compliment. carefully, she put the cake down on the bench-top, a little bit proud of her creation. she had to admit, it did look good. “oh!” the redhead stuttered. “uh… no, no thank you. i don’t drink.”

“right.” he hadn’t met someone who didn’t drink in a long, long time. not being on tour was just surreal for eli. “can i get you something else, then? coffee? tea? coca-cola? water?”

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breathlessdelight:

   a warm, fresh strawberry sponge cake sat on a glass platter in winifred’s hands. she wasn’t very good with big social events. no matter the amount of parties the arden family socialites had been invited to, winnie had never quite gotten a grip on parties. the one thing giving the young redhead any confidence was the cake in her hands; if there was anything she could do, it was bake. “do you think it’ll be okay?” she asked, wetting her lips a little nervously. “it’ll be fine. right?”

“it looks bloody delicious, so put it down on the counter already so i can eat all of it.” eli joked--- really, though, it smelled amazing and he couldn’t wait to get his hands on it. “would you care for some beer or wine?” he couldn’t cook to save his life, so he went the safe route and bought the alcohol. (why the hell not?)

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ilieforeverblooming:

“It’s alright, I don’t know how to say anything besides ‘I’m sorry’ and ‘Thank you. Germanic languages are a mystery to me, and I’m still trying to figure out English in some parts. I’m lucky I found somewhere to work that I can use a language I can actually speak. And anyways, apparently a lot of Dutch people speak really good English.” They laughed quietly, a natural anxious tinge to the sound. “I’m already functional in enough languages, adding anymore at this point in my life would be chaotic.”

“where are you from? i can’t quite place your accent, but eastern europe, definitely. i know you’re not russian, though.” he’d been to several countries on his travels with his band, and loved the diversity of accents he’d come across, but eastern europe was a bit tricky.

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williamxjones:

His shoulders rose into a small shrug. His parents had had a very similar reaction, but at this point William had grown used to it. “I’m one of those who got sucked into the Wedlock agency ploy - completely on my own too. But hey, so far its worked out pretty well so, don’t knock it till you try it, ya know?”

“oh, i should’ve figured.” he nodded, seemingly lost in thought for a second. “i mean, i got forced into it, but it was against my will--- wasn’t really ready to get married, but the record company overruled me.” eli let out an ironic sort of laugh, still not over his bitterness regarding the situation. “i mean, the missus is alright, but marrying a stranger...”

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bencvolents:

his curse flew above ears as she grasped the tin between her fingertips , a small squeak of victory leaving her rose lips as she turned , that victory however , was short lived , the tin clattering to the floor once more , reverberating against the linoleum beneath her sneakers as it b o u n c e d . lips parted as shock washed every young feature on her face , brows high , almost disappearing beneath her beanie as she blinked , trying to clear away the sight , almost .    ‘    merde.     ’     the curse escaped before her thoughts caught up to her mouth ,     ‘     you’re ,   you’re , good heavens you’re elijah chapman .     ’     his question ignored as her lips rambled .

he sucked his breath in. oh god, what a relief it was to be recognized after so long (it had been a week, but a very long week in eli’s mind). he hadn’t realized how much he’d missed it. “call me eli.” he gave her a half-smile as he bent down to pick up the tin for her. (he was much more inclined to be nicer now that he could tell she was a fan, after all.)

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mhairime:

When her drink came she thanked the bartender with a brief nod. “I’ve been drinking a lot less lately. My agent thinks it’d be better since I’m supposed to be in this new teen show. They want me to be a good rolemodel or something.” Personally she didn’t see how such a quick, spontanous marriage could set the best example- but they were going for shock value. Not that she could mention that to Eli.

“good role model?” he laughed out loud at that. “no offence to you, mhairi, but i think teenagers don’t listen to anyone and if they wanna drink, they will. i mean, that’s certainly how i was at that age. but you know that. remember how i used to get pissed out of my mind and go on and on about how i was gonna be famous someday? i did it, didn’t i?”

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ilieforeverblooming:

Sometimes the best attempts at being polite were, quite literally, lost in translation. And that was fine. Ilie had met many people in New York who didn’t know English well, and people living in Paris who didn’t speak much French. An attempt to rectify this situation was choked out by Ilie’s anxiety for a moment, and they stuttered before they were capable of switching to English. “I’m awfully sorry,” they finally managed in a breathless voice. “I should be more careful.” They tried for a crooked smile for the cherry on top.

“oh, oh, oh.” damn, now eli felt dumb. “no, don’t worry about it. i’m just your regular clueless brit who doesn’t know the local language.” he was almost amused at how apologetic they seemed about it. “it’s no big deal, mate.”

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maellexedwards:

( °. MAELLE RAISED HER eyebrows upon hearing his question. “ i don’t know… i think i just… didn’t have much time for it and i… i don’t know, i didn’t have a piano either. “, she explained. as she was talking about the instrument, mae felt bad for not doing it as much as she used to – as she’d like to. “ you have one ? neat. “, she said, nodding as her smile grew.

“oh, i know how that feels.” he gave her a sympathetic smile. “well, all i have is a shitty keyboard with me right now--- saw it at the store and figured i might as well get one. funnily enough, i’ve already written two songs. actually, d’you wanna hear them? i mean, it’s not as if i have any other friends around here to tell me if they’re shite or not.”

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mhairime:

That was fair enough, she knew that careers could be all-consuming, that was what had brought her there in the first place after all. “It’s worth it though, right?” She looked at Eli properly for the first time. He looked different now, although it had been a good few years now since she had saw him. It wasn’t necessarily a bad thing but there was something new in his eyes. She laughed, “An old man? Well then I should be cherishing my youth.”

“yeah, it is.” he forced a smile, although sometimes eli really, really did wonder if it was bloody worth it. “you should. i mean, do you know how bad hangovers get when you’re my age? your body literally tries to kill you. and i never learn from my mistakes.”