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“ maybe . ” taeyang agrees , wanting to make saint feel somewhat validated . “ or maybe , you just haven’t clicked with the right person yet . did you think of that ? ” he finds a seat next to saint , crossing his legs and placing his hands in his lap . he’s considering himself lucky — for now — but doesn’t want to come across as cocky or conceited . “ the audience only picks couples they think will win . i don’t think it really matters to them if they click , per say . . more so if they look cute together . i personally voted based on chemistry , but i know many others who vote solely on the couples’ attractiveness . ” he smacks his lips together . “ but , i don’t think attractiveness is a trait that you’re lacking in , so you should be set . ”

Maybe he shouldn’t find taking compliments from strange, pretty boys to be quite so easy as he does. Warmth fills him, and he lets himself smile just a little bit, the sensation sinking into him in such a way so as to make it almost impossible for him to reject, even out of sheer force of habit. “Thank you.” He says, sweetly --- almost too sweetly given he usually doesn’t talk that way. While he borders on saccharine in his voice, his gaze remains as roaming as ever, not stopping at the other’s face, but also drifting down to take an account of his body. “So, if you’re choosing based on chemistry --- does that mean you’ve been getting everything you want? Or does your audience have other ideas?”

#ttaeycng

arccn.

it’s making him a stupid, inexplicable kind of emotional – sharing a bed with saint. for someone so accustomed to a lavish lifestyle which allows him king beds on his own with room to spare, he kind of likes it, he decides. he thought he could’ve liked it with henry too, though, so he cuddles back closer as if scared it’ll end much too soon. “i hate it, a little,” he giggles, hand dancing along saint’s forearm. it feels good to admit that he’s not liking it as much here as he initially thought he would. it isn’t that he’s letting henry ruin it for him – roo is too self centered to allow such a thing – but he didn’t expect to find himself in fights that weren’t staged or self-initiated out of sheer boredom. but henry was mean and said nasty things and that’s not why roo’s at the villa, is it? “you do like me, don’t you?” roo, were he feeling more himself, may have added a ‘sport’ or ‘kiddo’ for entertainment value. roo isn’t feeling very roo.

Being touched by Roo is like being touched by something ethereal. His fingertips brush only lightly, and Saint still finds himself shivering delicately at the sensation. It’s been weeks since he last laid so close to someone, and it’s almost comically difficult to keep himself from sinking into it so much that he gets lost in it instead. Maybe they both just want to be wanted --- if not by anyone else, then certainly by each other. “I do.” Perhaps he’s being a bit too candid for his own good, but there’s a certain rawness here that sort of calls for it more than he can account for at other times. Gone is their playful banter, their back-and-forth, and in its place is this sincerity that Saint doesn’t get to replicate in any other way. “I don’t see why anyone wouldn’t, or how they couldn’t.”

#arccn

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#YOU! HAVE RIGHTS!#visual.

arccn.

roo folds, both physically and otherwise, yielding to the embrace despite the relative lack of buildup. his sigh is as heavy as it is involuntary, fluttering from parted lips along with a tight shut of his eyes. contact is as difficult as he thought it might be. it’s far more tempting to let the sting of rejection pierce his heart when he has the physical support of strong arms bracketing around him. very worried he might do something stupid like pout or, worse, cry, roo shifts himself around until he’s not facing saint anymore. it’s much easier to hide, that way. he reaches back for his arm and tugs it around him still, wanting to be properly spooned, back to front. “i’m fine,” he offers to saint in a response to a question he hasn’t exactly been asked. “like, i’m okay?” maybe he isn’t. maybe he really, really, isn’t. but if his voice shakes, saint doesn’t have to know.

I didn’t ask Saint almost says to him, only swallowing it back down after the last possible moment. He’s glad that it gets cut off, and he’s glad that he’s managing to show some restraint for now, because the way that it feels with his arm wrapped around Roo is so nice. Drawing a deep breath of his sweet scent, Saint lets his cheek rest against his hair and eyes flutter shut along with it. “I’m okay too?” They both make it sound like a question, and neither of them has to answer it for it to be answered. At least that’s how it feels to Saint, and how he hopes that it continues to feel throughout their night. He’s lonely. He misses his best friend, and he misses their tiny bed. It feels good to be so close to someone again. “Things are kind of weird in this place.” He whispers that, quiet.

#woops #arccn

arccn.

i know you were flirting, roo wants to snap. there’s something wound up within him, coiled and not in a way that would lead to a fun release. he much prefers the tension him and saint initially had to this confusing inward reflecting. roo hadn’t expected to get caught up in the game of love island. “i’m not sure what i want,” roo confesses in a moment of bluntness. he backtracks quickly so as not to assign it too much depth. “much as i love sleep, your idea of a wakeup call doesn’t sound awful so it’ll depend on my mood in the morning.” roo’s gaze follows saint downward, locking eyes for a moment. he blinks twice, three times. the expression he finds makes roo think that maybe he’s not the only one putting on a show up on a tightrope. “we can cuddle,” he allows himself to meet saint halfway, to coddle the fluttering nerves he reads on his face. “i haven’t either.” it’s telling – a hidden explanation for his moodiness. despite having been coupled with someone he was into, in whatever sense he defines it, roo was feeling wholly untouched. he leans a knee onto the bed, as if he means to join saint, to lay on top of him. “did you mean now?”

Why there seems to be a tension building between them that cannot be cut with the same flirtatious banter as they usually bounce back and forth is beyond Saint, but he decides to settle into it rather than shy away from it. Maybe there’s more to it than he can see on the surface, and maybe that soft cast to Roo’s features isn’t something that he wants to try to exploit for once. It goes quite well along with his own, making him swallow a little, and he pretends now like he’s been pretending since the beginning that none of this is having an impact on his self worth. That he won’t let this competition and his resulting feelings about it define him in any way. “Yeah.” A breath, a word, and he props himself up against the pillows. If Roo is the little spoon, then he’ll be the big one, patting the space against his chest and unfolding an arm for him to curl himself up against. They might as well get used to it now, because there’s a sudden vulnerability in him that he needs to nurture, to allow himself to feel, even if it’s only for now, and even if it’s only for in the dark. “We’re worth more, you know?” Than their shitty partners last week. Maybe they can make this week better.

#arccn

indigcblue.

there’s a social convention at play here that simply isn’t indigo’s specialty. saint wants to talk and they’ve opened themself up to it. continuing that conversation beyond a few muted responses is where things get difficult. “i’m sorry for that,” indie does their best at sympathy, the irony of being the MIA sleeping partner for ares not lost on them. “i wish you luck with your, uh, annoyingly sexy person.” indigo’s nose scrunches at the prompt. it feels like bait and would ordinarily serve as a cue for them to start to make their retreat. however, isolation doesn’t fare well for reality tv and indie’s intended promotional ploy. they opt to nibble instead. “i feel like you’re going to tell me either way. might as well hear it.” they mentally brace for the worst. not that saint is particularly rude – more like too honest to a fault. some say that’s indie’s own vice.

“I feel like maybe you don’t actually want to hear what I have to say, which is like, fine, but at the very least you could be honest with me instead of just wearing that sour expression on your face.” Too upbeat to be kept down for long, Saint rides the high of his temporarily good mood, knowing that chances are it will fade away quicker than he means for it to. Being in the villa has made his already tumultuous emotional capacity just that much worse to contend with, and he tries not too question it too much, but there are times when he should hold up a lot better than he actually manages to. “What I was going to say is that you seems like the broodily sexy type. Like, understated in a way, but overt enough that one would have to be blind to not see it at the same time.” It makes sense in his head. Leaning forward, he cups his chin in one of his hands. “Who are you paired with this week? Anyone I can compete with?”

#indigcblue

arccn.

“we don’t exactly have easy access to collars, paddles or harnesses so i can’t imagine we’ll need any of my other rules, no.” the natural and filthy devolution of their conversation comes easily and it brings the curl of a smile to his lips. it’d take someone astute to notice that it doesn’t reach his eyes. “why don’t you try it? see how it ends up for you?” roo quirks his head to one side but makes no move to join saint on their bed. he knows to do so would likely lead to touching – he has sat on the other’s lap before, after all – but roo isn’t sure he wants to be touched right now. he isn’t sure of a lot of things and it shows. he feels bad that it shows. “sorry,” he offers in an uncharacteristic soft lilt. “i haven’t been sleeping well. one good night’s sleep and i’ll be back to trying to get you to rail me, i promise.”

It doesn’t take a genius to notice that his flirtations and vile allusions are not meeting that same mark they usually do, and while normally Saint would not make it his mission to find out why, there’s just something about the tension between him and Roo that fit just right for him to feel obligated. Shifting his position on their bed, he props his head up in one of his hands and watches him with dark, unreadable eyes. “It’s okay to want to just sleep. I was only flirting with you.” He doesn’t need to say that, and yet somehow he feels like he does at the same time. Maybe he’s gotten the wrong impression from his interactions with Roo thus far --- it certainly wouldn’t be the first time he’s misread something, and it certainly wouldn’t be the first time he’s misread something on this show in particular. A trickle of uncertainty shows in his features, baby face slightly vulnerable, for whatever that’s worth. “I really want to cuddle. I haven’t been cuddled in weeks.”

#arccn

indigcblue.

“you just described reality television,” indie retorts. it’s not that they don’t agree – they’re questioning their own decision to push themself this far out of their comfort zone to partake in such an endeavor. “i take it you aren’t content with your pairing then?” it’d be a nice opportunity to commiserate, to vent about their own frustrations with the act of coupling off strangers all because they look promising or whatnot. however, too preoccupied with their tenuous place at the villa in the first place, indigo refrains from filing their own complaint alongside saint’s. “that’s the audience’s fault, though. they watch all of this like a kid in front of an ant farm and the only power we give them is to shake it.”

“Last week, I’m pretty sure I didn’t even see my coupling partner --- not even to sleep!” Saint’s voice goes a little shrill at the end, and he folds his arms over his chest and gives a nod as if to reaffirm what it is that he’s already said. It just seems very unfair to him, is all --- how is he supposed to find a hot, rich guy if he’s being paired with actual ghosts? “This week I’m hoping it’ll be a little different, especially since I already know the person I’m going to be with. I would describe him predominantly as ‘annoyingly sexy’, which isn’t necessarily a bad thing. Would you like to know how I would describe you too?”

#indigcblue

arccn.

it isn’t that he wouldn’t have picked saint. in that sense, the ‘luck of the draw’ worked in his favor. it’s more that he wasn’t so sure he wanted to be coupled at all. let him risk being voted off; the whole concept seemed more trouble than it was worth if it left him feeling this sulky. it was just a little shitty to have your first choice pick throw it back in your face. roo hadn’t even done anything wrong, yet! still, he’s trying not to seem too stroppy about the whole thing, lest viewers back home get the horribly off impression that roo had something like ‘feelings’ for henry. “i have rules for the bedroom,” he announces to saint as they shift their few things onto the now-shared bed. “i’m little spoon. i get most of the covers. don’t wake me up unexpectedly unless you want to be kicked. my safe word is lemonade. and if you have plans to go sleep without me on the beach, at least let me know so i can sprawl in the middle of the bed, as i deserve.”

“Any other rules for the bedroom that I should know about?” Flirting with Roo comes naturally enough that it doesn’t seem out of context even when he’s being serious, and Saint allows it to hang in the air even as he leaps into their bed. Sprawling his limbs out, he looks over at him, dark hair flopping over his forehead as he affords him a cheeky sort of grin. “Would you say waking you up with my mouth is ‘unexpected’? I’m even giving you forewarning now.” Where the air of playfulness he usually has with Aroon has gone, Saint isn’t certain, but he’s hoping that it will return to them sooner rather than later. This pairing will be almost as boring as his last one if that isn’t the case, and he’d spent the majority of it not even seeing his partner, so that’s not hard to beat.

#THE SHADE @ HENRY #arccn

“I think this competition is awful and rigged.” Saint complains loudly for anybody near him to hear, knowing that he’ll probably get ignored by the majority of people, but hoping for at least one to bite. Even if they just want to argue with him about the validity of his statement, he’ll still have someone to talk to, and that’s enough for now. Maybe he shouldn’t have come on a show like this --- surely he’s less inherently unlikable than he’s being made to feel, right? Shit. He sucks. “If you aren’t coupled up with someone you click with right away, the audience just doesn’t find you as desirable.” / @villastarters.

#villa.start #open starter.

remanence-of-love

#this energy #aroon.

arccn.

it isn’t that he’s looking for saint but, as he happens upon him an impulse sweeps over him that he just can’t resist. the other looks comfortable, sitting on his own in the common room. roo wants to change that. it takes only a few feather-light steps to carry him across the room and he barely gives saint time to register his entrance before he’s vaulting over the arm of the chair and landing primly in saint’s lap. “surprise,” he giggles, a leg on either side and arms looping around his neck. “i haven’t seen you since the coupling so i figured you’d be missing me.” maybe it’s a little forward, presumptuous. and yet, given their interactions thus far, he figures he won’t be dumped to the floor.

“Missing you? More like actively avoiding you.” The teasing in Saint’s voice can be heard clearly, and he accentuates it by placing his hands on Roo’s waist. Evidently physical contact between them is something that’s allowed, so he’s going to take full advantage of feeling his weight on his lap. Trying not to think too hard about it, Saint tilts his head and flashes a grin. “I think it was you who was missing me. You dropped into my lap the moment you saw me, like you belong here.” Hands move, shifting down to his hips, and he draws in a deep breath. “Are you going to stay?”

#arccn

indigcblue.

they don’t really have a choice. shuffling to drop their bag on a different bed could very well lead to an awkward situation where they’re actually forced to talk to someone else besides this informative stranger. or, worse, they’ll have to confront a couple as to why they’re encroaching upon their space. the noise they make is vaguely grateful and they lift the small piece of luggage to set it upon the mattress. the bed dwarfs their bag and they dare the other to say something about it. when the judgement doesn’t come, the stiffening of their shoulders lessens, though it returns at the brazen compliment. “what did you say?” they blanch, not because they didn’t hear it but, rather, because they did. “i – okay? that’s – even if you’re thinking it, why’d you say it out loud? how do other people usually reply?” indie doesn’t get flirting. maybe they’re overreacting. in fact, a thank you would suffice.

Oh, wow. This one is shy. Saint realizes it even before they manage to get all of their words out, and there’s something endearing about it after all of the people he’s spoken to so far. With a smile on his lips, he turns his body so that he’s angled towards their bed instead, bringing a leg up so that he can cross it at the ankle over his opposite knee. “I said you’re hot. People usually respond by being flattered, or by returning the compliment. But I kind of like your response better --- it’s cute.” Really cute. He’s not used to dealing with shy people, and in fact, the people he’s usually surrounded by are the complete opposite of shy. “I’m Saint. What’s your name?” Maybe he’s being a bit forward in his approach, but if it earns him more of those alarmed responses, he’s willing to do it.

#indigcblue

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precious bean ♡

#visual.

indigcblue.

they should have watched the show season one or, at the very least, read the fine print of the casting contract laid crisply in front of them. they should have done their research instead of viewing the entire ordeal as a dramatic and torturous effort to get their music heard. in short, they should have known they’d be sharing a fucking room. suitcase (meager and small, not unlike their own physical stature) stays set outside the doorway as they peer in at the boarding school barrack style queen beds lined against the wall. shock, horror, floods their voice and they scratch their head in confusion. “there’s just no way,” indie mumbles, more to themself than to the footsteps they vaguely hear approaching. “there’s no way this number of young adults all agreed to this hell.” worse than sharing a room is sharing a bed and the thought makes them outwardly shudder. yet they have no doubt that’s what’s in store. maybe they should try to get voted off – clearly, this was a mistake.

“You sound like me when I first arrived and realized what I was actually in for.” Saint can relate to the disbelief, and he can also relate to the expression on their face, caught somewhere between uncertainty and wanting to turn around and run away. Things have been tough for him so far. He’s not connecting very well with anybody besides one person, and he feels a little bit outcast, if he’s perfectly honest. He knows that he’s abrasive, knows that he’s sort of an acquired taste, but he hopes that he can start a new friendship at least. Support. He just needs a little support. “The bed beside me isn’t taken, if you want this one.” Nodding towards it, Saint folds his hands in his lap, considering having a glass of wine already even though it’s still early in the day. “And I’m totally not saying that just ‘cause you’re hot.” Maybe.

#indigcblue

svbastian.

bash was slowly getting more used to the environment of love island. while everything did seem a little too luxurious for the humble brunette, he was slowly becoming accustomed to the place and its amenities. he especially liked how spacious the kitchen was – the kitchen in the house where his parents and siblings live was so much smaller and there was normally only room for one person to be cooking. it was nice to have some more space, especially given how he was baking many batches of cookies. ‘ hey, i’m making some cookies. do you wanna take a spoon & eat some of the batter with me ? ’ he asked to the person who walked into the kitchen. ‘ i’m thinking of decorating them with people’s names or something once they’re done. ’

“Do I look like I want salmonella?” Saint deadpans the question, looking around the somewhat messy kitchen with more than a little bit of judgement on his features. Almost everyone around here is so wholesome --- with the exception of his current fascination, Roo --- and he finds it strange and a little bit foreign to have nobody to be mean to or to banter with to any degree. Most conversation where he starts off playfully negative end up getting dropped, but he tells himself that’s only because they don’t understand his sense of humor. “If you have any chocolate chips, I’ll take some of those.” Moving towards a clear space on the counter, Saint hoists himself up onto it, kicking his feet back and forth against the lower cupboard.

#svbastian

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