Rhys Smyth

Former Hollywood Heartthrob turned globally acclaimed, award-winning Film Director

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annabelle-grayson:

“Liar.” The word was drawn out by her accent as she chuckled, shaking her head at the absurdity of his comment. “No! Jesus Rhys, we saw each other six months ago. I had just been leavin’ out the part where I didn’t live in the city.” Leaning her head back against the headrest, the blonde’s eyes glancing at him through the rear view mirror. It was crazy how little the two actually knew about each other, especially since they knew each other pretty well in the biblical sense. “So you’ll be back in LA by next Monday then, yeah?” She asked with a bit of a smirk. “Well I live here so there’s that. And I own a business… and my sister is here. But you don’t care and I’m still incredibly surprised you’re here. How long was that gonna be again?”

“Everything but, darling.” Rhys laughed, shaking his head even more profusely the moment the blonde enlightened him on exactly how long it had been since they last met. “Don’t take it personal... I have a lot of things in my head.” One breath away from turning into the epitome for the mad scientist, but in the film industry, enclosed and centered solely in his work, no life until it came to light. Then again, that hadn’t stopped him before. Or them. Without even trying, whenever they happened to be in the same city, it seemed like all paths sooner or later brought them together. “If I were...” The director adds, eyes flashing from the road ahead to the rearview mirror where they meet her’s. “We only have this weekend to make up for the last six months.” But he wasn’t leaving next Monday. She also didn’t need to know that. “I didn’t say. If you know me so well, you know, that you know what I care and don’t care about, then maybe you’ll be able to figure that on your own too and answer for me. Go on.”

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scarlettlacroix:

“Hurt’s good for your line of work. After all tortured artists tend to be infamous, if anything, I’m helping.” Scarlett immediately retaliated, her expression serious for only a moment before returning Rhys’s grin with one of her own. The car they were in may have been new but nothing about their relationship was. To Scarlett being around the world, renown director was the equivalent to slipping on a favorite piece of clothing. Comforting yet empowering. With him, by her side, she truly felt like she could conquer the world and having someone to laugh with as she did so. “Jealous of Ev? Please. We both know you’re blue eyes are the only ones I’ll ever swoon over." The compliment came easy and not just because Scarlett would rather gouge her own eyes out than spend more time with Everett Murdoch than she had too. "It’s nice to know you still get jealous though. ”

The humid southern air whipped around them as her manager speed out of the lot, Scarlett’s ombre tresses flying with the wind and making her feel weightless for the first time in days. “I love it when you talk business to me. Buzz is good, it means the box office numbers will at least be good even if the reviews, hopefully.” It was easier to focus on the movie instead of letting her mind drift toward the question about how she was feeling. “Not to jinx us into getting bad reviews. I don’t think I’ve delved into a role as intensely as this since I got cast for Aerin. So hopefully people love Sam as much as they love Aer. 

Rhys’ eyes narrowed as Scarlett turned this on him, amused and not able to conceal it from registering on his features. “I’ve created a monster...” The director lets out in a heavy breath, snorting the moment she brings back Everett. Though he had been kidding, he had to admit the actor had yet to prove himself in his eyes and he still hadn’t formed a final opinion on the brunette’s costar. Regardless of any of that, he still believed their work together would be nothing but a great success, to which he simply took to give the woman beside him a stern look. 

“Stop it right there.”

Rhys could be many things. Obnoxious and entitled on his worst days, true, but he hadn’t reached the recognition he held in the industry because of his pretty blue eyes. He was bloody good at what he did—because he believed it. “You don’t hope, love. Not in this industry. You believe it. If you believe what you’re doing is good, then it is. There’s no ifs. Drop the hopefully. It will be good, period.” Positive language, positive energy. There was no room for doubt. But Rhys also knew her too well. Perhaps as well as she knew him. “But, you know, I was actually wondering how you were.”

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benfairmont:

“So I’ve been told,” Ben said with a playful roll of his eyes, fastening his seat belt a moment later — and just in time. “Alright, well… definitely don’t hate it so far.” He chuckled, running his hand over the seat he was sat on for a second. 

Rhys rolled his eyes in amusement as Ben took to feel the seat up, brows perked, judging, with a smirk on his face. “They can say a lot of things about Rhys Smyth, but they can’t ever say he had bad taste—wether that was art, lovers or cars.” He offered, half joking. “Perhaps a bit too ostentatious but I’ll manage. How you’ve been?”

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nikitagrayson:

“Darlin’, don’t poke fun at the gimp girl. It’s not nice.” The corners of her glossed lips edged higher with a smirk. The blonde knew full well that he was talking more about her indecisiveness and less about the injury to her leg slowing her down. “I’m finally off of my crutches so I figured today would be a good chance to get out and walk around for awhile. Nowhere in particular, I’m just tryin’ to build my strength back up so that I’m ready for auditions.” Glancing out the windshield she fastened her seat belt with a distinctive click and then returned focus Rhys. “I’m assumin’ you’ve heard all about Phoebe’s new show, right?”

Rhys had been in L.A. when the so talked about attacks happened. He didn’t know much other than there was a lot of people affected—Scarlett’s brother being one of them. It wasn’t necessarily the reason why he had chosen Atlanta of all places, but it was definitely a decisive point; he figured Scarlett could have more people around. “If it’s of any consolation, I could barely notice the limp. Honest.” The director offered, nodding encouragement at the woman’s will to get back to auditioning. “Fairmont’s? Yes. There’s interesting projects happening here. I need some time to get a better grasp of it all. What about it?”

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scarlettlacroix:

It seemed that every time Rhys Smyth zoomed back into Scarlett’s orbit, it was in a different car. Back in the day, she found amazement in it. Nowadays, it hardly phased her. “Nice wheels.” she commented, opening the passenger side door and effortlessly slipping into the leather interior of the car. “Is this why you offered to pick me up from set Rhyses Pieces? To show me your new toy?”

“I wanted to surprise my favorite person other than my aunt and myself, and this is how I’m greeted? You hurt me, Renee. Terribly so.” Rhys couldn’t help but grin, his eyes bright at the sight of the actress, following her as she took her place on the passenger seat. A compliment to his car was like a compliment to the man, and Rhys’ grin only widened at the words. “Maybe. Can you blame me, though? I was also hoping I could steal you away from Everett. I’m starting to get a tad jealous, and jealous doesn’t suit me.” Leaning to kiss her cheek in greeting before driving away. “The film poster looks amazing, by the way. I’ve heard some buzz from a few critics already so the trailer launch should get you some good feedbacks, we’re hoping. How are you feeling?”

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lxramontgomery:

“Well that depends, are you trying to abduct me?”

“I hadn’t thought about it but it’s actually a good idea... do you want to be abducted?”

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nolancahill:

“I’m glad you find this amusing. Fine, I’ll get in but I have to admit I have some doubts about your driving skills.”

“Hop in, mate. You’re in for the ride of your life. Put your seatbelt on, though. I can’t guarantee anything else. We’ll just have to wait and see. If worse comes to worst, I’ll cover your medical bill.”

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elliothclt:

“The only language I know.” Or, at least it seemed that way lately. Sarcasm was always productive. “I’m not your mate, and no, I’d rather not end up dead somewhere on the highway. Tempting offer, but I’m gonna pass.”

“Very well, mate—” Rhys did it half on purpose. “If I wanted you dead, I’d hire someone to do it for. I don’t like staining my clothes... but you’ve just lost a once in a bloody lifetime opportunity so. Cheerio, I suppose.” 

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miafairmont:

“Never would I ever speak so poorly of you Rhys, you know I think of you too highly,” The woman spoke softly, as she did truly mean the words that left her lips. She always had cared about Rhys. They’d practically fallen into the film spotlight around the same time. Just two young people trying to figure themselves out in a world full of costumes and identities. “That is a fact, unfortunately,” She sighed, having been burned a few times by the rumors that had once threatened to burn her reputation. Not that she’d ever allow that. Looking over the red convertible, the girl smiled at the memory of her child hood. When cars such as these were fresh off the lot, and her dad had come home with one in the driveway after a 6 month shoot. What better setting for a walk down memory lane. “Sure, that sounds great. In fact, I may know the perfect place,” Dropping her bags into the back as instructed, she popped open the front door, slipping inside and sinking into the leather seats. “You’re going to turn right at the stop sign,” She informed, smiling as Rhys pulled off the side of the road. “So, what brings you around these parts, Mr. Smyth?” Her tone was light, a fond lilt in the wind.

If her words hadn’t felt so genuine, Rhys would’ve kept poking some fun at his friend but didn’t. Instead, he offered her an equally heartfelt smile and a light nod as he turned the wheel and brought his eyes back to the road. Like he, Mia had also experienced disillusion with a life on the spotlights. Unlike him, she had managed to stay away from it all. Rhys still had a lot to give, not because he ached for the recognition but because he had too strong a drive to create, and promote and encourage artists to do the same. “Lead the way, Miss Fairmont. I have no idea where anything is around here. Google Maps is my best friend.” Rhys carefully followed her directions, trying his best not to speed as much as he was prior to picking a passenger. “Oh, you know. Working on some cool things. I needed the break from big cities. Not that Atlanta isn’t one but it’s definitely not LA or New York. And Scarlett’s here. She’s been going through some rough patches lately so I thought that, if I had to pick a place, this was the ideal spot. We’ll see what happens.” 

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zaraxstone:

Zara looked at his car and snorted. “In that piece of junk? No, thanks. I’ve got better,” they say pointing over to their 69 Chevy Camaro SS. “Why don’t you go put that away in the garage and I’ll take you for a real ride?” they ask with a smirk. 

“Impressive.” Rhys said as his eyes followed her finger to the vintage Camaro before turning to look back at the woman. “I’m almost sold on the offer... what else is there for me?” 

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cassidyxrogers:

Cassidy looked over at the guy’s car and quirked a brow at him. She thought she recognized him from the movies but that still didn’t matter to her. “Not really, I’m just walking to the coffee shop,” she replies annoyed by his cocky attitude. 

“So am I, love.” Rhys kept moving the car at slow speed, keeping up with the woman’s pace on the sidewalk. “Think about it. We’d both get there faster if you joined me. Now I can’t get myself to let you walk alone.”

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avianamrtnxo:

“I wonder if everyone here has had that conversation with themselves before. Don’t worry, you’l find friends just like you.”

“I don’t think we can be friends if you didn’t get the reference. Maybe this isn’t going to work after all.”

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justhitrecordrawlins:

“Please don’t tell me you’re trying to compare yourself to Van Gogh again,” Bryce said with a laugh. “He’ll roll over in his grave.” He buckled up as the car lurched into motion again, not bothering to ask where they were going. He glanced over at Rhys at the question and gave a slight shrug. “You know I needed a fresh start after Mom…So I’m here, working and getting my mojo back. Making friends, dating, you know, the usual.”

“Let’s all be grateful I’m yet to cut my ear off, yeah?” Rhys laughed, happy to have an old friend around that understood those inner jokes and interests, someone that could make this move a bit more interesting and fruitful. “I heard, mate. I’m sorry about that. But it sounds like you’re doing it right. Friends. Dates. Friendly dates. Anything exciting to share?”

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sophiaslacroix:

“Alright, fine, so long as you don’t plan on charging me or turning into some creep and taking me elsewhere. Leave it to my luck to have my car break down when I’m nowhere near my apartment. —You sure it’s not an inconvenience?”

“I can’t promise you that much, but I promise that, whatever happens, your sister will know where to find me and probably has enough leverage on me to make me think twice on doing anything we both regret, love. It’s no inconvenience. I promise.”

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josefinxdelgxdo:

“Fantastic, then it’s probably true.” she mumbled. The brunette looked down at her stilettos, that were becoming painful by the minute, in thought. She was planning on calling an Uber or something at some point but, the ride being offered was free and at least she knew the driver. “… Fine, but watch those hands.” she joked as she climbed in the vehicle.

“What about my hands?” The director narrowed his eyes as if he was completely oblivious to the meaning of the warning before shrugging. “They’re not going anywhere but the wheel, darling. Cross my heart and all that other rubbish promises people say. Where are we going?”