zephyr raised his eyes at the otherโs accent. โSomeone has never met a southern belle, have they?โ he snapped, his eyes reverting back down to his textbook. it was the only way to keep the boy from throwing some sort of a punch towards Leo. the two really have never really gotten along, quentin had always been the common ground but now he was gone. zephyr really hadnโt seen leo since then, not that he was arguing with that. โYouโre only going to put me through ten minutes of hell, how kind.โ zephyr said sarcastically, giving him a small smirk.
leo internally groans at his reply, mentally noting that he shouldโve just went and talked to the random girl painting her nails instead. โsomeone canโt be lighthearted for shit, can they?โ leo spoke with a tight smile, crinkles by his eyes despite the bite of annoyance in his tone. there was never a good moment between the two men and it always seemed that leonardo would never accept it. after both quentin and emma being close to him, they used to be forced to be around each other. but now? solely leo being the usual pain in the ass. โaw, you mean to say that you donโt find me pleasant to be around zeph-y? that really hurt my heart.โ he spoke with a pout before giving a deadpan look.
eliza had just been sitting, minding her own business, waiting for her next class when a sort of familiar voice resonated loudly in front of her. she did her best to internalize her cringe, the guilty feeling she felt around him filling her instantly. giving him a big smile and a cringe at his accent she pretended to check her nonexistent watch.ย
โi think i can spare a couple minutes, but only if you promise never to do that accent again. like ever. and i mean it.โ
leonardo cocks a brow as she checks her empty watch, rolling his eyes slightly. it wasnโt unusual for leo to bother eliza. especially after their night together but it was unusual for her to actually give him the time of day.ย โoh, arenโt you hilarious eliza. that watch you have looks expensive, care to share where you got it? iโd love to have one myself.โ he jokes, moving to rest his elbows on the back of the chair and put his chin on his knuckles.ย โyouโre actually gonna talk to me, huh?โ
it had been nearly thirty minutes that emma had been sat down in the common room undisturbed when somebodyโs terrible country accent had caused her to look up from her sketchpad. emma knew that voice anywhere and it surprised her that he had the confidence to come up and start a conversation with her, sober,ย after all that has happened. she placed the pencil she was holding in her hand down on the pad, her other hand quickly reaching over and massaging the cramped hand. it always happened to emma when she was designing new sketches, she gets lost in the moment and hours go by in the blink of an eye that her hand experiences serious stiffness but regardless she still does it.ย โentertain you? thought you were the life of the party, leo.โ the girl replied, yet her tone remained monotone and uninterested. yet her body and her words didnโt match up because as her words seemed hostile, her legs that were propped up on the sofa suddently moved to make room for him to sit.ย
leo watched as she began to rub her hand, eyes jumping back up to her face as she spoke. this was usually what happened. he would speak to her like nothing ever happened, like theyโve just been buddy-buddy for so long. of course, usually it would be under the influence of alcohol but there seemed to be desperation for social interaction in leoโs bones that day. so heโd put aside the awkward tension for the sake of his selfish needs. thatโs mostly where people start to see the downfall in the male.ย โsure, iโm the life of the party but a party clown can only put on a show for so long.โ a permanent grin was on his lips as he spoke, taking the opportunity to move and sit next to her in an instant.ย โbesides, i canโt be giving all the time. i deserve a little back, yeah?โ
HE HATED IT. every second he spent alone, he hated it. before, he took the time he spent alone graciously, bent over his desk with a journal, as nothing but the silent whir of his ceiling fan disturbing the usual quiet surroundings. it was relaxing, the callus from his pen aching by the end of the page. but now he couldnโt stand it. it was too consuming, every minute full of thoughts of what could go wrong or what would fuck up the little bubble of inner peace he had building up in himself for so long. so instead, he was actually going outside to socialize. it was enough to keep his mind off of everything else so he decided why the fuck not.ย
so there he was. walking up to the familiar face sitting in the common minding their own business. there was nothing he was better at doing than annoying blessing someone with his presence. โhowdy there.โ he spoke in a horrible country accent that could only be pulled off by someone who had hardly heard one to begin with.ย โitโs a mighty fine day today isnโt it?โ he spoke, a cheeky grin on his lips as he pulled out the chair in front of them and spun it around so he could put his legs on either side and lean against the back of it as he sat.ย โcare to be my source of entertainment for the next 10 minutes?โ he questions, accent dropping with his final words.
โI became good at pretending. I became so good that after a while the lines blurred between my truth and fiction. And sometimes, when I did a really good job of pretending, I even fooled myself.โ
โ Ruta Sepetys,ย Salt to the Sea
(via wordsnquotes)
- Cassie held her cigarette intimately between her lips as she took a deep inhale, then watched the smoke form a cloud in front of her. She did this on autopilot a few more times before tossing it to the side. Everything felt like a daze after the news dropped, despite lacking any type of relationship with Lydia besides a drink spilling incident that ruined one of Cassieโs favorite shirts. So in fact, the disappearance guaranteed less beloved garments having to be tossed. But this disappearance was enough to bring Qโs death back to the forefront of her mind, something she has been desperately avoiding. She had managed to make it this long, mostly because she had been acting like she didnโt care about the boy for a while now. Everything with Quinton was always an act, even from the first day of their relationship.ย
Cassie let out a sigh, mind turning over how she could get out of this unfamiliar emotional funk. She reached for her cigarette pack only to find it empty.ย โOh fuck me!โ She minded very little of how loud her words were,ย โlife really is a fucking joke lately.โ Cassie tossed the empty carton as far as she could, frustration pulsing through her.ย โDear universe or whateverโs out there, I promise to at least try and do something considerate this week if you help a girl out and make some more cigarettes appear. Hell, Iโd even take a cheep beer at this point.โ
leonardo was at a loss on what exactly he was supposed to be feeling. itโs like everything he ever felt was just a big question mark slapped over a big empty box. how was he ever supposed to feel so much empathy or even sympathy for a girl he had only seen in passing? he didnโt hardly ever care enough to socialize with many people in the first place, much less a random student. still, it put a bitter taste in his mouth. it made his stomach twist with an unfamiliar tension. what next? him? or even someone else that is going to be more than just a familiar face? still, there was no time to show his mental turmoil. he had to keep up the facade of being completely unbothered.
โyou know, if my nickname was universe i wouldnโt be so weirded out by the fact you talking out into nothing.โ leo took a step toward the female, watching only for a minute before announcing his presence. unlike her, he was sulking in his own thoughts by himself while leaning against the stone walls like he was supposed to be posing for a painting. it only added to the almost smug aura he put off.ย โbut unfortunately that.s not my name so youโre hoping some air will help your problem. cheap beer canโt miraculously form, just saying.โ
(miguel herran, cismale) LEONARDO CARMONA, the PRINCE, is TWENTY-ONE and a SENIOR. HE is majoring in JOURNALISM. In addition to being Quentinโs BEST FRIEND FOR POPULARITY, they are part of the Imperium Society. LEO was probably selected because HIS FATHERS PRESTIGE IN LANGUAGE ARTS AND HIS LEGACY TO CONTINUE. They remind me of CRAMPS FROM WRITING TOO LONG, MASKING EMOTIONS WITH COLD GLARES, BLACK COFFEE, MORNING STRETCHES.
HELLLOOO my name is peyton but u can call me pey lol. i keep opening tumblr to actually write but keep failing to actually write anything up sooo... iโm gonna keep this simple n sweet before i lose my marbles
BACKGROUND
- born march 25, 1998 which makes him an aries at heart. and to be honest heโs probably a scorpio moon as well.ย
- being an aries,ย โaries is the first sign of the zodiac, and aries natives are the first to startโand the first to finishโwhatever they set out to do. aries is an active, energetic sign. people with sun in aries are direct, straightforward, and uncomplicated. they expect the same from others, and are baffled when they donโt always get it.โ
- being moon in scorpio,ย โborn with the moon in scorpio, you are likely to be sensitive and loyal, but have intense emotional needs. scorpio is a water sign, which relates to the emotional, psychological and spiritual dimensions of life. you are likely to give the impression of being perceptive, powerful, and transformational. scorpio is also a fixed sign, suggesting that when you align your emotions with something you desire โ be that a friend/lover or an anticipated outcome โ you will be constant, enduring and unwilling to let go.โ
- he grew up as an only child, resulting in a family of three. a bestselling author for a father and a trophy wife for a mother; this only created a relationship that lacked fundamental needs between a child and parent. being taken care of mostly by a nanny and the onlyย โrealโ relationship he ever had was with his father.ย
- his dad being such a known author and loved by many, he expected his son to do the same. basically his dad is the equivalent of stephen king. so he grew up liking writing and enjoying it as an escape but if his dad ever asked him to write or ask him if he likes it, his answers are always in distatse.
- he grew up lacking a true example of a good friendship or relationship. he feels like heโll never feel love or find true love. he hardly ever has real friendships and thatโs why he and quentin were only surface level besties. he just wanted everyone to think they were close but when quentin died he realized how much he actually neede their friendship in a lot of ways.ย
PERSONALITY
- probably a slytherin lmao but only because he canโt tell the truth to save his life
- enfp personality, the champion.ย โENFPs have an Extraverted, Intuitive, Feeling and Perceiving personality. This personality type is highly individualistic and Champions strive toward creating their own methods, looks, actions, habits, and ideas โ they do not like cookie cutter people and hate when they are forced to live inside a box. They like to be around other people and have a strong intuitive nature when it comes to themselves and others. They operate from their feelings most of the time, and they are highly perceptive and thoughtful.โ
- could be capable of love? wants a genuine connection? TOO AFRAID TO GET IT!!
- an asshole at times but only because heโs too brutally honest a doesn't think about it can hurt others half of the time.
