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⠀⠀⠀as rowen watched him, it was times like these when he was struck with the question of why maverick didn't join one of the other crews. literal groups of people partying or even just sharing enthusiasm, but he stayed back for him. what a weirdo. he took in a sharp breath at the nudge ⠀⠀ hiding it with a lingering sigh. he was about to ask what he was going on about when he saw the wad of cash, and silence followed. he couldn't remember the last time someone offered him something like that - if ever. he knew it wasn't help. maverick was probably just trying to be nice, but it went so far against who he was as a person, it was impossible to accept. he didn't even register the bar question. ❝ next time you offer me money, i'm running over you with my car, ❞ he huffed before promptly shoving maverick back harder with his own elbow, the first time he'd ever reciprocated that.
with the impression of his wide network and familial connections, maverick would have been a ring leader among the patrons. he didn’t favor the attention that would be gained after being in the spotlight as he himself liked to be in the furthest corner there is in every scenario. unless he’s matched with a similar wave — then he’ll shed one layer at a time. rowan was a satisfying snap of a connection, and curiosity lassoed every system that made maverick function. hues flicked between the other and his earnings that was still in his hand. he’s so damn weird. "are you . . . flirting with me ? i mean- you do have a badass ride. sounds like a good time. " the homme joked in morbid humor. his response to the threat was met with mischievous glint and bright smile that displayed teeth — his head dipped to laugh at the harsher reciprocated nudge which he exaggerated by leaning outward. after maverick recovered, he pocketed rowan’s half then saved himself a mental note to stash it for f͟u͟t͟u͟r͟e͟ ͟ e͟m͟e͟r͟g͟e͟n͟c͟i͟e͟s͟. “ when you’re done pouting, can you tell me where you want to meet? all this yelling is making me feel like professor x. “ it was one of the most nerdiest of references that had been steered by mav. he pivoted his waist to take a backward step towards the bar, his frame still tethered to their conversation until the other gives him a rendezvous.
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rowen felt something in his body clench at seeing maverick, his eyes immediately doing a quick once over, and he scrambled to find a way to justify it. he tried to convince himself it wouldn't have mattered if he was there or not. he didn't n e e d people on his team, but . . . he'd still looked for him. mentally, he groaned, and externally —— he squinted at the nickname. he turned his head away to stare down the path full of people yelling and hugging, and his breathing suddenly felt the slightest bit tighter. his fists reflexively clenched in his pockets, nails resisting the urge to dig in. ❝ we could grab a beer, ❞ he finally responded, gaze snapping back to him.
mav's body language stood firm and attentive, spine straight and chin had been angled up in the sense of pride. though, his partner didn't reflect that. hues of fresh coffee grounds rolled over rowan's frame for a read on how he's feeling. Its hold was light with care but a flicker of wild enthusiasm went across, " if it helps you get that stick out your ass — i'll get you two. " the wealthy homme rocked on the ball of his foot to help launch his elbow to nudge rowan’s. “ before i go get that, let me perform my duties as a proper gambler, and give my l͟u͟c͟k͟y͟ c͟h͟a͟r͟m͟ their half. “ the hand that was occupied with said loot had been thoughtfully tucked in a neat fold for the driver. unlike the energy he received before, maverick held it for him to take with a lopsided grin. “ you’re fuckin' beast. “ admiration was thick, but he cleared his throat, “ find a spot — where ever you want. i’ll meet you? “
ALICE IN BORDERLAND 今際の国のアリス (2020 - 2025) dir. Sato Shinsuke
wilson has a harsh look in his eyes as he looks into her eyes, expecting her to appear apologetic or remorseful, showing some kind of shame for what she had done. instead, she looked so unbothered and undisturbed by the anger he was displaying. which meant she knew something that he didn't. it always did. he's learned to read her like a book, and he imagines that she's got the same read on him. unlike anyone ever, silvia is able to see right through him.
lifting up his right hand to pinch the bridge of his nose, left hand grabbing the right's elbow. exasperated sound leaves his lips and then he turns his gaze back towards her, through neatly split fingers. " of course i remember that place. that place was important to you. important to both of us, " wilson states calmly and then he steps a bit closer to the woman who once held his whole heart. still did. " that night? only one thing i was thinking. i was relishing the time with you. it's the first time i realized that i loved you, that i didn't want to be without you. "
she tried to dissect his anger, behind the large hues of warm brown her brain had intense traffic. silvia sorted the mountain of problems to a singular one for the sake of the rendezvous. even perfected her poker face — she had to. the femme would’ve been eaten in their world long ago and left for the buzzards and vultures to pick from. years of watching her father instead of being sent to italy had been her playbook, and little did she register that it was a blessing disguised as a curse. she was humored when he pinched the bridge of his nose in return of question. ‘ i͟ l͟o͟v͟e͟d͟ y͟o͟u͟. ‘ the words circled her head to the point it wiped the jester grin she had clean off. lashes had been fluttered while she couldn’t pass a dry lump within her throat — she was still tender when it came to him. an internal conflict tore from the inside when he had gotten closer, “ why didn’t you choose me, then? “ words left sharp, quick paced, but soft enough to compete with a feather. her shoulders that acted as her external wall had crumbled, lids had been pulled back to expose the shine that hid behind the hooded lids. she took a step forward as well, chin tilted upwards to the towering homme, “ i would’ve made you happy. “ she whispered, words cut unstable but raw. the donna’s mask had cracked, “ this isn’t me throwing in the white flag, this is me setting it on fucking fire — what are you going to do about it? “ hands were brought to be placed on her hips, a show of how she lacked weapons besides her knowledge.
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⠀⠀⠀ rowen shut his car door without much fanfare as people around him celebrated ⠀⠀⠀ none of it for him. after years in circuit, people knew not to bother him with the rowdy cheers or running up on him. he didn't have any friends here. even winning, he was a nobody, and he liked it that way. yet, he found himself walking over to the one person he expected would be waiting. it was like an annoying instinct. ❝ was tonight entertaining enough for you? ❞ he asked in an uninterested tone, hands shoved in his pockets.
he could feel the band of rubber being pulled to fill tension, the crowd devoured the skills behind the wheel but understood the boundary by the driver — mav was impressed. a common factor that reoccurred when he interacted with rowan, a faint knot here and a warm apples of the cheeks there. not at all suspicious. limbs were extended and his palm faced the sky, he expected his winnings p͟a͟i͟d͟ i͟n͟ f͟u͟l͟l͟. after receiving his payment, maverick spun on the heel of his sneakers then shoved his half of the earnings down the pockets of his baggy jeans. looking up ahead of him to approach the victorious homme halfway, “ yeah, it was, actually — mr. nonchalant. “ his brow jerked at the nickname and had a different rhythm to emphasize it. “ oh c’mon, don’t act like you don’t want to celebrate. there’s gotta be something you want to spend your cut on. “
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⠀⠀⠀hurt flashed across his face at the response, especially coming from her. he know it changed all of them in ways they probably couldn't fully understand, but he was desperately grasping onto the idea that she felt the same way ⠀⠀⠀ deep down. ❝ can i? the others practically sense when i'm thinking about it, which is always, so they've started avoiding me. it feels like i'm the freak for wanting to acknowledge what happened. i can't bury it like you guys.❞ he rested his head in his hands, taking in a s h a k y breath. his hands were trembling, and even more selfishly it wasn't just because of the accident, but the forming irreparable wedge between them as a result.
guilt had settled when her friend’s expression morphed into a heartbreaking shift. the reaction was beyond justified and evidently valid. “ the entire thing is fucked, it’s no one’s fault and it’s not like it was a normal tuesday for us. you’re not a freak. . . “ with every blink of her lids she experienced flashes of a frame resting across glass with a front row view. every inhale had the lingering scent of burned elastomer that left pungent tendrils. so her daily breathing had been shortened. ceren believed she had to be the stable one, to be the smooth marble for s͟u͟p͟p͟o͟r͟t͟, but cracks had developed. the femme pushed herself from her seat to scoot across the surface to be in closer proximity. there was hesitation but she tucked it, an arm was extended to wrap a comforting side embrace. a slight squeeze of reassurance and her head on his shoulder, “ rory, have you eaten? c’mon, let me get you something. . . “ tone carried with gentle care, apologetic but raw as she loathed the entire ordeal.
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⠀⠀⠀❝ i can't stop thinking about it, ❞ he blurted out into the silence, feeling the tension cut through the air. once the words were out, he couldn't take them b a c k, but it was CONSUMING him ⠀⠀⠀ his thoughts, his nightmares. if he had a chance of anyone in the group talking about it out loud, it was his best friend.
all of her systems ran cold when the words took mass into the air, eyes darting to random points in their scenery before speaking once again.“ you need keep trying. “ words were harsh due to the sensitive sudden blurt. the baggage was shared, though her stubborn willpower still held its spot as a top contender out of her pool of reactions. she realized how s͟h͟a͟r͟p͟ her response was and adjusted her posture, “ i’m sorry . . . it’s just- there’s nothing we can do besides take it to our grave. “ the ideal was — dark. a perspective ceren hasn’t outgrown yet, but was a work in progress. “ in the meantime — you can talk to us, you’re not alone, rory. “
