angel eyes

[renanlem]

dariaftw​:

          daria had simply grunted when he had attempted redirect the attention from him, going back to the menu for a second. they’d been to this restaurant dozens of times, the establishment recently becoming a favorite in their rotation. they lazily pour themselves a class of wine as renan speaks, eyes boring into him ( they’re still leaned back as they continue to look at him, taking a drink from the wine glass slowly beginning to chill their fingers. ) it’s an uncomfortable beat too long before she shrugs, telling her manager that she’d only take a minute - much to the latter’s disdain - as she takes both of the glasses and the bottle with her. an empty one sat down in front of him and a glass being poured as she pulls out another cigarette and lighter, silently offering one to him before lighting her own. 

*

          a cigarette might calm the super-charged guilt that’s manifesting itself in the form of his leg bouncing rapidly underneath the table, but renan holds a hand up in refusal, lightly shaking his head. “ no, no. but thank you, ” he says, suddenly drawing a blank at how to proceed from here. he’s spent countless hours going over every crucial talking point he could use to try and assuage the situation, but the fact that he did so entirely in french is posing a problem now that he has an open platform to defend himself in his second language. “ okay, i’m just — so sorry, daria, ” renan blurts out, deciding that shit can’t get much WORSE if he just rambles aimlessly, “ i swear i had no idea, seriously. seven never told me shit, i was totally blindsided when i saw the news you two had... ” an uncomfortable beat passes, and he avoids daria’s eyes for a brief moment to look at a neighboring table, “ look, i just feel like shit about it. and i understand if you, like, fucking hate me and want me dead, ‘cause i would too, but you have to know i’m sorry. ”

[moonlight]

10 Things I Hate About You (1999) dir. Gil Junger

[renanlem]

jademoretti​:

@renanlem​ /   THERE’S A VINYL SCRATCHING IT’S WAY THROUGH THE SONGS as the pair of them lounge on her bed, jade’s phone cord keeping her locked in place as she lays across his stomach.  there’s empty cups laying about - once filled with kombucha that renan had just absolutely slammed down to the utter shock of jade - that both of them had failed to get up and take care of, no matter how much of an eyesore they are.  “ i have this guy that always sends a video of him jacking off to my instagram story, & i don’t know if i should report him or screen record it & figure out if he’s dating someone to send to them. ”

*

there’s a high probability renan may have come over to jade’s house already stoned, and it also may be the sole reason he’s able to lay motionless on her bed without itching to get up and move. the sound of her voice abruptly interrupts his inner monologue, and he instantly props himself up with his elbows, looking down at jade’s phone incredulously. “ huh? ” he asks, and continues without missing a beat, “ can i see? ” morbid curiosity gets the best of him more often that not, sue him. leaning back against the pillows, renan stares blankly at the ceiling, weighing the options jade proposed for a moment. “ anyone dating a guy like that probably knew what they were getting into, no? just block him. ”

[renanlem]

⚡, ☃, ☘!

⚡ : how does your muse feel about storms? are they afraid of them, or do they calm them?

he sees them as inconveniences, mostly. they ruin his hair and keep him cooped up inside, so he’s not a fan. 

☃  : what is your muse’s favorite season? what about their least favorite season, if they have one?

he likes spring the best! it was always the best weather in france, but he’s grown to enjoy california autumns since living here. or “autumns” i should say, considering the weather is still pretty mild. either way, renan’s never been a fan of winter. he likes to be shirtless, and cold ass weather prevents him from doing that...

☘ : does your muse believe in luck? how about fate?

renan’s entire life has been determined by luck, so he is a staunch believer in it. how else could this idiot have stumbled into such a lucrative job and fame? he’s pretty, but come on. as for fate, he doesn’t really believe in it. he doubts that anything is pre-planned, and he just lets life happen to him day by day without so much as a second thought. 

[renanlem]

👀 + favorite song to dance to at a party?

“ depends on the party. if i’m in charge of the music, which i really recommend, anything by yelle, but especially complètement fou or ba$$in. ” 

[renanlem]

✍ / ⌚ / ❤ / ♬ / 📱 / ☆

✍ : what is your muse’s handwriting like? is it neat? sloppy? fancy?

when he writes in french, he’s a very fast writer and it almost always ends up being on the sloppier side. not totally illegible, but he’s also never gotten a compliment on his handwriting before. very flourishy, and his g’s, j’s, and p’s end up overlapping on the line underneath so it’s just a mess. when it comes to english, writing is actually his weakest part of the language, so he’s considerably slower. it actually looks pretty nice when he takes a second to think about what he’s trying to say. 

⌚ : is your muse good with keeping on schedule for meetings, appointments, or events, or are they always late? or, are they always a bit early?

he’s definitely one of those people who tries to leave early, but ends up late anyways. he’s never outrageously late, but definitely expect him to show up ten, twenty, thirty minutes after you agree on a time. he doesn’t think people will care about it because he doesn’t care about it, but renan has definitely gotten in trouble about his lateness when it comes to his job.

❤ : what are your muse’s thoughts on love? if they are not in a relationship, do they believe that they will ever find a perfect someone for them?

he loves love... would love to be in love one day. but in all honesty, this bitch has difficulty committing and acts like he’s in love with everyone he meets, so it’s difficult for him to be genuinely serious about love. the rare times he’s tried have ended in disaster (looking @ jo), and he never grew up with a good model for a healthy relationship, so it’s the kind of thing he doesn’t want to think about too much outside of flirting with everyone he meets. he definitely thinks there are multiple someones perfect for him, btw...

♬ : does your muse sing well? regardless of whether they sing well or not, do they enjoy singing?

he doesn’t sing well, but it’s not like your ears will bleed if you hear him. he mostly sings along under his breath when listening to music, but not much otherwise. he’d have the time of his life at karaoke though! 

📱 : does your muse prefer calling or texting?

texting, definitely. he’s not an old man.

☆ : of the sun, stars, and the moon, which is your muse’s favorite?

the sun! idk why. probably because they’re both the center of the universe and light up everyone’s lives 

[renanlem]

👀 + thoughts on jade?

“ moretti or the gemstone? i think both are pretty, but i really like hanging out with jade the person — we, ah, vibe, as the kids say. i’ve always liked italy, you know? good food, hot people, the list goes on and on and on. she’s no exception. ” 

[renanlem]

👀 + would you give up modeling for a lifetime supply of free kombucha?

“ this is a serious question? really? modeling’s just a job, but kombucha is a way of life, my friend. there isn’t much i wouldn’t give up for a lifetime supply of free kombucha. ”

[sphinxmemesmusings]

Random Headcanon Meme!

⍤ : What does your muse’s voice sound like? Is it light? High pitched? Scratchy? Deep?

✍ : What is your muse’s handwriting like? Is it neat? Sloppy? Fancy?

☕ : Does your muse prefer coffee or tea?

⌚ : Is your muse good with keeping on schedule for meetings, appointments, or events, or are they always late? Or, are they always a bit early?

♿ : Has your muse had any injuries in the past?

☺ : What is your muse’s smile like? Do they smile often?

⚡ : How does your muse feel about storms? Are they afraid of them, or do they calm them?

⚠ : How does your muse react to possibly dangerous situations? Do they face them head-on, or do they plan out their actions first?

☃  : What is your muse’s favorite season? What about their least favorite season, if they have one?

☂  : Does your muse like rain?

☼ : Does your muse like daytime or nighttime more?

🏨  : How well does your muse sleep?

❤ : What are your muse’s thoughts on love? If they are not in a relationship, do they believe that they will ever find a perfect someone for them?

☘ : Does your muse believe in luck? How about fate?

⚯ : Does your muse have good eyesight? If not, what is it like? Are they nearsighted or farsighted? Or both? Do they use glasses? Or do they prefer contacts?

👓 : If your muse wears glasses, what are their glasses frames like?

♨ : Does your muse have good table manners? How do they feel about bad table manners?

❀ : What is your muse’s opinion about flower crowns?

♬ : Does your muse sing well? Regardless of whether they sing well or not, do they enjoy singing?

📐 : Is your muse good at math? Do they like it, or do they hate it?

♞ : What is your muse’s favorite animal?

εїз : How does your muse feel about bugs and insects?

📱 : Does your muse prefer calling or texting?

☆ : Of the sun, stars, and the moon, which is your muse’s favorite?

ツ : Does your muse prefer lots of friends, or just a few close ones?

✝ : Is your muse religious?

[rprnemes]

Send me a “👀 + a question” and my muse has to answer honestly!

[renanlem]

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[el-demaury]

[renanlem]

svnszn​:

if anyone was ever looking for seven they knew exactly where to find her. if she wasn’t at the studio she was going from one luxury store to another , buying whatever caught her eye. shopping was therapeutic. rummaging through designer clothes was a lot more fun than stressing over her need for perfection when it came to her profession. it also was distracting her from the slander that she was receiving  (  that was also well deserved  )  in the media about another scandal surrounding her. all press was good press she supposed , but she wasn’t going to hear the last of it from her pr team. looking at each piece on the clothing rack , seven’s eyes caught a familiar figure. how fitting. the same person she was getting ridiculed with in the media was now here in the prada store. she could only imagine the field day that the paparazzi were going to have if they caught wind of this. did seven actually care though  ?  not really. she made it a point to walk by him  &  let her presence be known. she knew it was only a matter of time before he addressed her  &  the obvious elephant in the room.  &  when he finally did , seven turned around to look him up  &  down with an icy scowl.  “    for what  ?  about what  ?    ”  seven squinted. she knew exactly what they needed to discuss.  “    hurry up  &  spit it out. some of us have actual jobs that require more than height , three facial expressions  &  luck. you’re wasting my fucking time.    ”

*

the raw hostility seven’s emanating catches renan off guard, blinking wordlessly as he slightly recoils at the harsh bite of her words. the insults don’t phase him as much as the way she speaks to him does — under different circumstances, renan would likely be inclined to agree with her, his own flippancy towards his modeling career a prime example of the effortlessness required to succeed in the industry. still, it’s a stark contrast from their previous meetings, all of seven’s charm and flirtatiousness replaced with someone renan is, frankly, a little intimidated by. “ uh, okay, ” he states, brushing past that part nervously, “ i need to talk to you about daria. everything. ” just saying their name out loud makes it feel all the more real, and the gnawing guilt in his stomach roars back with a vengeance as he leans down to speak in a quieter tone to seven. renan’s pretty sure the store clerk is eyeing them with morbid curiosity, and he’d prefer to limit their eavesdropping as much as possible. “ you never told me you were in a relationship, ” he mutters, his brows furrowing. “ not before, not after, there was nothing. why? why would you even — ” he cuts himself off, waving a hand in dismissal, “ nevermind, nevermind. i just don’t know why you didn’t say anything. i kind of feel like i’m, ah, responsible for your breakup. ”

[grimelords]

[renanlem]

dariaftw​:

       it’s definitely him. daria sees the side profile and needs no other confirmation as she watches him sit down at the table in front of her. she lets out a harsh laugh as her manager goes on in a timid voice, clearly scared of the brazen tone they’ve choose for the meeting. “can’t we just, i don’t know, publish the research articles i did last summer or my current project to distract the public? they literally just need to see past my sex life for two minutes to forget about it.” she inhales the rest of the cigarette in one drag, politely flagging down the waitress and asking for the best wine bottle before she nods and makes here way to renan’s table. the butt of the stick gets shoved in the ash tray as she clicks her tongue, shaking a finger at him. “hey, isn’t that the french guy that fucked the singer? what’s his name? renan lemaître?” the tone is obviously careful, just loud enough to reach the few surrounding tables and to catch his attention as she leans back.

*

        fuck, he feels bad. he’s not about to grovel for daria’s forgiveness in public, but he can at least resign himself to being her punching bag until people start pulling their phones out ( the last thing he and thea need is a definitive story confirming his... rendezvous with seven, complete with video evidence and a jilted ex-girlfriend ). sighing, he sets the menu down on the table, and gives her a sheepish expression that’s too timid to be a smile. “uh, no, that’s another guy.” renan regrets saying it as soon as the words leave his mouth, a poor attempt at trying to lighten up a rapidly intensifying situation. he’s bracing himself for the worst, but he’s hoping that they can at least hear his side of the story before going all scorched-earth on him, as righteous as that may be. “do you... do you, uh, want to sit?” he asks, motioning towards the vacant seat in front of him. “i really need to apologize.”

[renanlem]

pcssessicn​:

         OKAY is a very relative term. by more peoples’ definition than he’d probably like, fitz probably hasn’t been okay for years. but right now, renan’s right to ask : he’s gone past even his much higher OKAY threshold — something that must be fairly obvious if renan’s taking note and not instead chaotically making noise that’d give them away. his gaze flickers between renan and the limited view between the overgrown fern fronds, lips drawn down into a frown more perplexed than ANGRY for once. this wasn’t the outcome he’d expected, but then again, not everyone shares his combative & selfish instinct. he considers which one of the slew of questions he ought to be answering. the ’ we ’ detail doesn’t go unnoticed but he doesn’t have all day to consider it ( or incredulously question renan ) as he’s acutely reminded with the sharp sound of heels against linoleum starts up again — this time closer. his hand drops from the edge of the planter as he shrinks back further into the shadowed corner,     “ FINE — yes, ”     fitz mutters.     “ that’d be — that’d be helpful. ”

*

           renan turns his head at the sound of the approaching person, the heels confirming it’s most likely a woman sending fitz into a state of PARANOIA — alright, he can work with that. he begins to stand up once given the blessing to distract, but then pauses midway and squats back down, placing a hand on fitz’s shoulder to steady himself. “ thank me later, ” he whispers, giving fitz a faint smile that could almost come across as reassuring if renan had learned the appropriate time to shut his mouth and leave. “ there’s this coffee shop, like, two blocks from here, it’s tucked between a psychic bookstore and this gay mural — anyways, meet me there in, like, thirty minutes, okay? you owe me. ” renan stands up again as he ceases his rambling, running a hand over his hair in an effort to make himself look less dorky. without a mirror and product, it’s mostly futile, but his clueless french tourist act should still be enough to draw the girl away in the opposite direction. 

[renanlem]

he feels conspicuously out of place inside of the women’s luxury store, browsing for a six month anniversary gift for thea — despite their relationship primarily being a carefully crafted illusion, renan still feels obligated to get her something. he’s transfixed by the array of jewelry when he sees golden tresses swish past him out of the corner of his eye, and renan instinctively tenses up, registering who it is without so much as a second glance. he hasn’t spoken to seven since the atomic bomb of being a homewrecker was dropped into his lap in the form of an online tmz article confirming her and daria’s split, and the sense of responsibility he feels for their breakup has been uncomfortably gnawing away at him for days. he knows it’d be wisest to leave the store, just to prevent the possibility of lurking paparazzi catching them and twisting the narrative, but he ignores the little voice in his brain to quietly come up behind her. “ i need to talk to you. ” ( @svnszn​ )