♡ for real this time.

i've packed my bags in the middle of the night, a thousand times, i got up to say goodbye. i could be wrong, but i think that i'm for real this time. i've taken down all the pictures in my room, i've hidden things that reminded me of you. i know i've lied, but i think that I'm for real this time.

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maeve bradley and felix potter.

❛ did i hear your voice drop almost to a whisper there when you called her a ' little ball of annoyance ' ? pretty sure i did . ❜ she laughed , her teasing tone accompanied by the bright sound , as she followed felix's gaze to the kitchen and back . ❛ i remember when she was just a little kid . she was so cute she could make the angels cry , it's no wonder your parents didn't care what kind of cacophony she was making . ❜ intrigued at the mention of his elusive older brother , her eyebrows raise over her cup as she takes another sip , nodding along enthusiastically . ❛ no , yeah , that sounds amazing ! does he have a permanent spot anywhere yet ? sounds like something me and the girls might like , i'd love you to come with us so i can FINALLY set you up with one of my friends . ❜ her casual way of probing into his love life and avoiding hers . ❛ you ? staying out of trouble ? now i know you don't exactly seek it out , but staying out of it isn't really your thing either . are you lying to me , felix ? ❜

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reply. matteo delvaux and serena alderidge.

he  chuckles  ,  with  serena’s  insistence  on  keeping  all  of  her  secrets  as  far  away  from  him  as  possible  being  a  stark  reminder  of  just  what  had  happened  to  them  .     ❛  you  never  change  ,  serena  .  ❜     the  words  come  out  unsettlingly  neutral  ,  an  abundance  of  confusion  lingering  in  the  air  over  whether  that  was  meant  to  be  a  compliment  or  insult  .  to  be  honest  ,  matteo  didn’t  know  either  .  it’s  not  like  she  cared  regardless  .

❛  i  know . ❜ he says , in reply to the compliment she paid him . he watches her , lifeless eyes taking in the details of her face that had both changed and stayed the same since he had last seen her . it would've been easy for him to accept the compliment with vigour , but instead he stayed silent . his puts his hands in his pockets , alcohol doing well to subdue the feeling of her hand on his chest as his posture only continued to increase in confidence . anything he couldn't feel on the inside , he could make up for on the outside . ❛ what made you come back ? ❜

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reply. remy ramos and corazón sevilla.

he  laughs  ,  a  simultaneously  airy  yet  full  feeling  filling  the  air  as  he  did  so  ,  looking  down  at  her  with  a  gaze  full  of  adoration  .     ❛  mi  sol  ,  mi  luna  ,  mi  estrellas  ...  i’d  plan  a  million  somethings  for  your  birthday  .  even ... ❜ with a playful look on his face , his hands go to the hem of his shirt , wiggling it with false sexiness as if he were trying to prevent himself from revealing a well - kept secret . ❛ letting you see the goods a little bit early . ❜ remy didn't tend to make a fool of himself often ( it was hard to when most of your peers revered you anyway ) , but if there even a chance it might continue to keep cora's mind firmly off of her parents , he would do it . he hears a familiar sound from inside the house , amusement failing to hide itself on his face . ❛ wanna' walk ? if i flash this cute smile to the cashier at the diner we'll get free milkshakes and we won't have to come back until after delilah's finished yelling at cole . ❜

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𝑎𝑛𝑖𝑐𝑘𝑎  𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑑.

her   eyebrow   arches   in   both   confusion   and   curiosity   with   theo’s   newfound   knowledge   of   hair   coloring   and   his   attention   to   the   box   of   dye   in   his   hands.   anicka   presses   her   lips   against   each   other,   trying   to   prevent   the   pathetic   smile   from   forming   and   ease   the   butterflies   on   her   stomach   from   such   a   simple   and   yet   meaningful   act.   “   letting   the   blue   fade   to   a   lighter   shade   is   a   good   idea,   ”   she   starts,   feigning   chillness   by   pretending   to   read   from   the   box   in   his   hand,   “   then   after   it,   i   could   go   with   two   routes   :   dye   it   green   and   let   the   blue   be   the   base   of   it,   or   dye   it   orange   because   it   cancels   out   …   and   i   have   never   done   orange,   so   !!   ”

anicka   pushes   his   face   lightly   as   he   teases   her,   mocking   his   words.   “   i   thought   it   was   obvious,   haven’t   i   made   that   clear   yet   ??   ”   she   steaks   her   tongue   out   like   a   child,   before   pulling   herself   up   to   sit   on   the   bathroom   counter.   if   a   second   more   had   passed   before   she   looked   back   at   theo,   anicka   would   have   missed   his   smirk   faltering   and   would   have   thought   she   had   successfully   distracted   him   from   his   worries   …   but   that   wasn’t   the   case.

she   pulls   him   through   the   hem   of   his   shirt   and   places   him   between   her   legs.   with   the   amount   of   time   spent   with   theo,   anicka   had   learned   that   sometimes   to   get   the   ball   going,   she   should   be   the   one   kicking   it   with   a   question   …   especially   if   it   was   about   something   theo   wasn’t   proud   of.   she   puts   her   hands   on   his   chest   and   asks:   “   did   you   yell   at   her   ??   ”

𝒉𝒆  𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒆𝒔  𝒉𝒊𝒔  𝒑𝒂𝒍𝒎𝒔  𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏  𝒐𝒏  𝒆𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓  𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆  𝒐𝒇  𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒄𝒌𝒂’𝒔  𝒍𝒆𝒈𝒔  ,  his  head  dropping  to  the  floor  when  she  asks  if  he’d  yelled  at  maritza  .  a  solemn  nod  precedes  his  words  .     ❛  said  the  wrong  thing  ,  too  .  don’t  i  always  ?  ❜     lately  ,  elder  siblingship  felt  like  a  job  that  theo  had  been  intensely  failing  ,  constantly  running  into  dead  ends  when  before  there  was  only  open  fields  .  perhaps  he’d  finally  hit  a  low  enough  point  where  he  was  willing  to  admit  something  was  wrong  .  perhaps  anicka  made  him  feel  safe  enough  to  be  able  to  admit  those  flaws  .

❛  i  dunno’  who  she  is  right  now  .  think  if  i  keep   ...  pushin’  ,  it’ll  just  push  her  out  for  good  .  ❜     and  then  what  ?  it  wasn’t  this  part  that  terrified  theo  ,  the  arguing  ,  the  yelling  ,  the  cold  shoulders  ...  because  at  least  it  meant  she  was  there  .  it  was  the  leaving  that  felt  so  difficult  to  bear  ,  and  even  to  anicka  that  felt  too  pathetic  for  him  to  admit  out  loud  right  now  .

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𝑗𝑒𝑡𝑡  𝑤𝑎𝑙𝑠ℎ.

even   in   his   feverish   state,   jett   could   tell   something   he   had   said   made   historia   uncomfortable.   at   this   point   in   their   relationship   and   the   reminiscence   memories   of   their   childhood   friendship,   the   boy   had   a   PhD   on   the   girl   and   her   little   ways   and   whims,   so   even   in   his   feverish   state   and   not   remembering   his   own   words,   he   was   still   able   to   take   notice   of   her   sudden   and   subtle   shift.   his   hand   raises   to   his   forehead,   interlacing   his   fingers   with   hers   and   bringing   them   down   to   the   duvet.

“   there’s   some   in   the   bathroom   cabinet,   ”   he   sighs   the   answer,   free   hand   reaching   to   put   a   strand   of   hair   behind   her   ear,   “   but   i   took   two   of   them   a   few   minutes   before   you   came,   so   maybe   it   just   didn’t   kick   it   off   still,   ”   a   small   shrug   of   shoulders,   pouting   his   lips   and   giving   her   pleading   eyes,   “   come   on,   just   lay   down   and   let’s   watch   it.   if   i   don’t   get   better   soon,   i   will   do   anything   and   everything   you   tell   me   to.   ”

𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒊  𝒇𝒆𝒍𝒕  𝒉𝒊𝒔  𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒔  𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒆  𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒗𝒆𝒔  𝒂𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅  𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒔  and  noticed  a  heavy  weight  lift  from  her  shoulders  ,  a  light  emanating  from  jett  that  she  was  certain  everyone  could  see  ,  not  realising  it  was  her  own  heart  that  seemed  to  make  him  shine  brighter  every  day  .  enthusiastically  she  smiles  ,  poking  him  in  the  chest  with  a  raise  of  her  eyebrows  .     ❛  let’s  hope  for  your  sake  you  get  better  soon  then  ,  because  there’s  still  at  least  three  bring  it  on  movies  you  haven’t  seen  yet  .  ❜

she  ,  regretfully  ,  slips  her  hand  out  of  his  so  she  can  manoeuvre  into  a  comfier  position  (  made  much  easier  due  to  the  clothes  he  had  loaned  her  )  ,  wriggling  in  under  the  duvet  next  to  him  .  at  least  now  they  were  faced  the  same  direction  ,  she  could  begin  to  handle  her  blushing  .     ❛  did  you  want  me  to  let  scout  know  you’re  sick  ?  if  you  didn’t  even  know  the  time  ,  i  doubt  you’ve  sent  coherent  messages  to  anyone  today  .  ❜

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𝑙𝑖𝑎𝑚  𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔.

the   thuds   against   his   chest   aggravated   by   every   word   that   parted   those   lips.   those   lips   that   liam   so   hopelessly   wanted   to   know   if   they   were   as   soft   as   they   seemed,   if   they   tasted   like   strawberries   or   cherries,   if   her   lips   would   match   with   his   just   like   their   hands   found   it   so   easy   to   interlock   with   each   other   long   before   their   friendship   started.   he   needed   to   know   that   the   person   she   was   talking   about   was   him,   that   he   was   the   one   who   had   shown   her   what   love   should   be   like.   because   she   had   been   the   one   shown   him.  

“   really   ?   ”   one   of   his   hands   drop   hers   to   raise   to   his   neck,   scratching   the   back   of   it   all   the   way   down   to   his   chest.   anticipation   could   almost   make   him   drop   dead   at   her   feet.   for   someone   who   was   so   good   with   words,   liam   couldn’t   think   of   a   way   to   put   his   thoughts   into   a   sentence.   a   question.   anything.   he   knew   if   he   opened   his   mouth   now,   he   would   be   blabbering   so   much   bullshit   that   if   he   wasn’t   the   person   greer   was   talking   about,   he   would   lose   a   good   thing   in   his   life.  

his   mind   than   thinks   of   what   his   best   friend   would   do,   how   dante   would   act.   sure,  liam   could   never   mimic   dante’s   stoic   reaction   to   anything   in   his   life,   but   he   could   try   to   act   chill   at   least.   or   he   hoped   he   could.   “   do   i   know   him   ?   ”

𝒍𝒊𝒂𝒎  𝒉𝒂𝒅  𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒅  𝒉𝒆𝒓  𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔  𝒕𝒐  𝒂  𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅  𝒄𝒐𝒍𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒆𝒅  𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉  𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏  she  thought  had  long  disappeared  .  he  had  been  her  eyes  when  she  couldn’t  see  ,  her  ears  when  she  didn’t  listen  ,  and  the  words  when  she  couldn’t  speak  .  maybe  tomorrow  wasn’t  guaranteed  ,  maybe  she’d  lose  him  in  two  years  or  maybe  she’d  lose  him  in  twenty  ,  maybe  she’d  never  lose  him  at  all  .  all  she  knew  was  that  the  liam  in  front  of  her  right  now  was  nervous  ,  quiet  ,  waiting  for  the  sort  of  reassurance  he’d  given  her  for  months  .

without  another  word  ,  she  gently  moved  her  hands  to  his  neck  and  pulled  him  towards  her  ,  resisting  the  jolt  her  entire  body  shook  with  once  their  lips  touched  .  she  pours  everything  she  can  into  those  precious  few  moments  ,  everything  she’d  seen  ,  heard  ,  felt  ,  and  so  desperately  wanted  to  say  since  meeting  him  .  it  had  been  him  all  along  ,  there  wasn’t  a  day  since  they’d  laid  eyes  on  each  other  that  it  hadn’t  been  him  ,  she  just  needed  the  time  to  understand  that  .

seconds  later  she  pulls  back  ,  eyes  watching  his  carefully  for  an  indication  of  any  kind  of  reaction  .     ❛  i  think  you  know  him  a  little  ,  yeah  .  ❜     is  all  she  manages  to  say  ,  laughing  awkwardly  as  she  feels  the  internal  twist  of  sheer  embarrassment  .

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𝑐𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑎𝘩𝑎𝑛  𝑠𝑎𝑢𝑣𝑒𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑟𝑒.

callahan & odette // @seraphicists​​

there   are   very   few   things   in   this   world   that   callahan   felt   truly   passionate   about.   not   I’m   a   cynical   I   hate   everything   type   of   way   because   he   enjoyed   most   things   life   had   to   offer,   but   real   passion   was   rare.   he   was   passionate   about   claudia   and   riley,   soccer   and   now   his   secret   relationship   with   his   coach’s   daughter.   everyone   who   met   callahan   assumed   the   guy   had   his   whole   life   together.   he   seems   confident   on   the   outside   but   the   truth   is,   he   never   really   felt   sure   of   himself.   meeting   odette   at   this   certain   time   in   his   life   truly   felt   like   fate   for   the   athlete.

practice   had   ended   about   an   hour   ago   and   everyone   had   already   left   for   the   day.   callahan   stayed   behind   to   kick   the   ball   around   and   practice   some   kicks.   he   was   pleasantly   surprised   when   he   saw   a   familiar   figure   walking   towards   him   on   the   field.   a   boyish   grin   he   didn’t   even   try   to   hide   occupied   his   sharp   features.   he   had   to   be   careful   however   because   he   wasn’t   sure   if   his   coach   was   following   behind.   “   what   are   you   doing   here ?”   he   couldn’t   hide   the   excitement   in   his   tone   and   he   had   hoped   that   if   coach   was   here   that   he   didn’t   hear   callahan’s   blatant   excitement   over   seeing   odette.

𝒐𝒅𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒆  𝒉𝒂𝒅  𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏  𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒏𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚  𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘𝒏  𝒂𝒔  𝒕𝒉𝒆  𝒔𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒕  ,  beautiful  ,  and  intelligent  daughter  that  everyone  had  wanted  .  no  matter  how  humble  she  had  been  about  these  opinions  they  had  spread  throughout  the  town  like  wildfire  ,  but  after  the  encounter  that  she  believed  nearly  ended  her  life  (  and  led  her  to  meet  finn  )  she  felt  like  she  had  to  just  ...  let  loose  ?  go  wild  .  that  all  sounded  so  extreme  .  whatever  she  needed  ,  she  felt  like  she’d  found  it  in  cal  .  

❛  i  thought  i’d  come  and  see  you  .  ❜     she  takes  an  innocent  step  towards  him  that’s  steeped  in  a  tension  she’s  recently  started  to  recognise  ,  answering  his  next  question  before  it  can  even  leave  his  lips  .     ❛  my  dad  just  got  home  ,  said  he’d  be  back  for  the  rest  of  the  night  so  i  should  go  out  and  enjoy  myself  .  ❜     just  like  him  ,  she  couldn’t  hide  her  excitement  ,  being  someone  that  felt  emotions  wholly  and  fully  was  something  that  came  naturally  to  her  .     ❛  are  you  free  tonight  ?  ❜

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𝑐𝑜𝑟𝑎𝑧𝑜́𝑛  𝑠𝑒𝑣𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑎.

“   that’s   not   the   only   thing   i   will   break,   cariño,   ”   a   saccharine   smile   flashes   on   her   glossed   lips,   before   annoyance   appears   again   on   her   features   like   it   often   did   when   he   pressed   her   buttons   with   his   overly   charming   and   yet   dickish   personality.   if   the   conversation   over   the   phone   hadn’t   broken   her   heart,   she   would   have   bitten   the   hook,   and   continued   with   their   long   game   of   outsmarting   each   other   but   at   this   point,   she   didn’t   have   the   energy   to   do   so   ;   corazón   just   wanted   some   comfort   and   remy,   as   he   often   did,   was   there   when   she   needed   most.  

“   no,   ”   the   answer   was   almost   inaudible   because   the   thought   of   kade   brought   another   hurt   into   her   heart.   one   that   she   had   caused   herself   for   ghosting   him   once   again,   but   this   new   hurt   was   completely   different.   feeling   abandoned   once   again   by   the   people   who   had   sworn   to   take   care   of   her,   to   be   there   for   her.   “   my   dad   just   called   me   to   say   that   he   and   mom   won’t   be   able   to   come   to   my   birthday,   ”   her   nose   wrinkled,   her   eyes   welled   up   looking   at   her   ex,   “   and   i   had   planned   everything.   where   we   would   spend   the   day,   where   we   would   go   to   dinner,   everything.   and   now,   ”   a   mirthless   chuckle   escapes,   “   now   i   have   to   plan   a   party   where   morgana   is   gonna   be   all   cuddled   up   with   jay,   sam   and   delilah   will   be   bitching   about   each   other,   and   every   girl   and   their   mother   will   try   to   hook   up   with   cole.   ”

𝒕𝒉𝒆  𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏  𝒐𝒇  𝒉𝒆𝒓  𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒔  𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒔  𝒕𝒉𝒆  𝒔𝒎𝒖𝒈  𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌  drop  from  his  features  ,  heart  hurting  on  behalf  of  the  girl  who  had  occupied  the  space  at  his  side  through  his  own  struggles  and  difficulties  .  to  the  outside  world  they  must’ve  seemed  untouchable  ,  mustn’t  they  ?     ❛  if  you’ve  planned  it  all  already  ,  it’d  be  a  shame  for  it  to  all  go  to  waste  .  i’ll  come  with  you  .  ❜     he  says  it  so  nonchalantly  ,  with  a  shrug  of  his  shoulders  that  indicated  this  wasn’t  sympathy  or  pity  .  he  wasn’t  going  to  stand  there  and  badmouth  her  parents  ,  despite  how  badly  he  wanted  to  ,  that  wasn’t  what  she  needed  .

❛  fuck  the  party  .  i’ll  plan  one  for  you  ,  separate  ,  that  way  no  one’ll  bug  you  about  it  either  .  i  think  we  can  delay  sam  and  delilah  round  439  by  a  day  or  two  ,  plus  i’ll  promise  to  take  my  shirt  off  and  that’ll  really  bring  a  crowd  in  .  ❜     in  a  natural  way  his  voice  had  dropped  to  a  whisper  ,  even  though  they  were  well  drowned  out  by  the  sound  of  the  party  ,  but  he  still  punctuated  his  genuine  words  with  a  wink  .  he  couldn’t  make  things  better  for  cora  ,  he  couldn’t  fix  them  ,  he  just  wasn’t  that  guy  ,  but  he  could  ,  at  least  for  a  moment  ,  try  and  keep  her  mind  off  of  them  .

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𝑐𝑜𝑟𝑎𝑧𝑜́𝑛  𝑠𝑒𝑣𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑎.

corazón     &       remy           ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯         @seraphicists  

feeling   her   phone   trembling   in   her   purse,   a   big   smile   appeared   on   her   lips   as   she   excused   herself   from   morgana   and   her   dumb   boyfriend   to   go   outside   to   a   calmer   place   to   take   the   oh-so-anticipated   call   from   her   parents.   though   it   didn’t   take   long   for   her   excitable   and   hearty   features   to   turn   into   a   scowl,   needing   to   keep   the   tears   from   forming   in   her   big   brown   eyes   and   fake   an   understanding   tone   to   not   make   her   parents   guilty   for   breaking   another   promise.  

“   tambien   te   quiero   mucho,   papi,   ”   corazón   says   before   hanging   up   the   phone,   gripping   the   object   and   hardening   it   to   keep   her   from   throwing   it   across   the   garden   of   that   stupid   frat   house   and   the   stupid   party   that   had   just   been   ruined   for   her.   all   she   wanted   to   do   now   was   to   go   home   and   wrap   herself   under   her   silk   duvets   and   cry,   not   even   wanting   to   go   back   in   the   house   to   say   goodbye   to   her   friends,   but   she   does.   when   she   turns   around   to   go   back   inside,   the   vision   of   remy   makes   her   sigh   in   annoyance.  

“   what   the   fuck   do   you   want   ?   ”   she   asked   surly   with   a   roll   of   eyes,   crossing   her   arms.

❛  𝒎𝒆  𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒂́𝒔  𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒐  𝒆𝒍  𝒄𝒐𝒓𝒂𝒛𝒐́𝒏  ,  𝒂𝒎𝒐𝒓  .  ❜     remy  saunters  up  to  her  with  a  smile  ,  the  spanish  falling  from  his  lips  fluently  as  he  jokingly  clutched  at  his  chest  ,  pretending  it  wasn’t  blatantly  obvious  to  him  that  something  had  certainly  ruffled  her  feathers  .     ❛  fresh  air  ,  good  company  ,  maybe  a  kiss  if  you’re  lucky  .  ❜     in  truth  ,  he  wanted  to  know  that  she  was  okay  .  when  she’d  left  ,  a  beautiful  ,  beaming  smile  had  found  itself  gracing  her  features  ,  one  that  still  managed  to  make  his  heart  skip  a  couple  beats  even  now  ,  and  yet  here  she  was  ...  scowl  worse  than  the  time  he  spilled  diet  coke  on  her  silk  skirt  . 

bravely  ,  he  reduces  the  distance  between  them  until  he  can  softly  brush  some  stray  hair  behind  her  ear  ,  his  hand  then  casually  moving  to  cup  her  face  .     ❛  don’t  tell  me  ...  is  it  the  other  man  ?  ❜     thankfully  for  remy  and  his  ever  -  present  feelings  for  cora  ,  he’d  managed  to  ,  outwardly  ,  at  least  ,  come  to  terms  with  their  situation  .  as  long  as  she  still  came  back  ,  he  could  lull  himself  into  a  false  sense  of  security  .

[seraphicists]

𝑘𝑖𝑒𝑟𝑎𝑛  𝑣𝑎𝑙𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑛.

he   nods   to   her   answer,   though   his   eyes   linger   once   again   on   the   bottles   next   to   his   feet   and   he   swallows   the   lump   that   had   formed   in   his   throat.   maybe   he   shouldn’t   have   believed   in   her   so   easily,   but   something   in   her   voice   reminded   him   of   when   he   still   trusted   her,   and   somehow   that   was   enough   for   him.  

he   lets   out   a   hearty   laugh   with   her   last   statement,   shaking   his   head   back   until   it   reached   the   headrest   and   looked   over   to   mercy,   “   actually,   she   would   definitely   let   you   live   freely   because   i’m   pretty   sure   she’s   out   for   my   neck   still,   ”   somehow   that   statement   still   didn’t   seem   enough,   so   he   adds,      "   i’m   owing   her   money   from   my   last   tattoo.   “   something   inside   of   him   hates   that   he   felt   the   need   to   explain   anything   to   her,   they   weren’t   in   each   other’s   lives   any   longer   and   she   wasn’t   entitled   to   anything   ;   but   it   was   like   falling   back   to   old   habits,   sitting   next   to   her   and   talking   about   everything   and   nothing   at   the   same   time.  

”   and   as   close   to   the   mansion   as   you   can   get   me,   “   he   replied,   not   daring   to   say   the   word   home.   his   heart   still   knew   that   home   was   the   person   behind   the   steering   wheel,   not   the   enormous   four   walls   he   was   welcomed   to   from   a   young   age.   ”   i   need   to   get   there   before   historia   wakes   up,   “   and   then   the   sense   of   guilt   hits   him,   face   moving   to   the   road   ahead   as   he   closes   his   eyes   momentarily,   cursing   himself.   ”   that,   if   she   slept   at   all,   “   he   mutters,   slightly   banging   the   back   of   his   head   onto   the   headrest.

❛  𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒕  𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆  𝒊  𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒄𝒌𝒆𝒅  ,  𝒚𝒐𝒖  𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆  𝒔𝒖𝒑𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒅  𝒕𝒐  𝒑𝒂𝒚  for  those  things  .  ❜     mercy  didn’t  dwell  on  the  fact  that  ,  at  the  first  sign  of  sobriety  she’d  had  in  months  ,  kieran  had  jumped  to  the  forefront  of  her  mind  and  her  priorities  .  as  he  relaxed  ,  she  felt  herself  mirroring  his  behaviour  ,  finding  it  far  too  easy  for  them  to  settle  back  into  old  habits  she  wasn’t  sure  they’d  ever  be  able  to  return  to  .  she  puts  the  car  into  gear  to  distract  herself  ,  beginning  the  semi  -  lengthy  journey  from  the  station  to  his  grand  home  .  a  grand  home  that  sat  right  beside  her  own  ,  that  she  had  been  fighting  hard  to  avoid  .

her  brows  knit  together  at  tori’s  name  ,  concern  finding  itself  painted  obviously  on  her  features  ...  she  didn’t  have  that  right  ,  did  she  ?  to  be  concerned  .  and  yet  the  words  fall  out  before  she  even  has  the  chance  to  stop  them  ,  like  it  was  natural  .     ❛  is  she  alright  ?  ❜     mercy  glances  at  him  in  time  to  catch  him  banging  his  head  against  the  headrest  ,  finding  her  question  partially  answered  in  his  frustration  but  still  hoping  he  would  elaborate  .

[seraphicists]

𝑙𝑎𝑤𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒  𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑡𝑒𝑠𝑐𝑢𝑒.

being   in   the   limelight   for   as   long   as   lawrence   has   been,   you   are   bound   to   go   either   of   two   ways.   either   continue   being   a   crazy   rockstar   who   drinks   and   gets   high   and   parties   all   the   time.   or   you   lose   your   fame   completely   and   become   a   washed   up   no   body.   lawrence   found   himself   somewhere   completely   different.   and   nothing   was   as   rockstar   as   that.   while   still   securing   his   fame,   he   also   found   the   beauty   and   fun   in   the   mundane.   instead   of   staying   out   until   four   in   the   morning   after   his   shows,   lawrence   comes   home   to   his   beautiful   girlfriend.   something   he   never   thought   he’d   do.

walking   behind   bea,   he   places   a   small   kiss   on   her   cheek   as   he   reaches   over   to   help   her   unpack   the   groceries.   leaning   against   the   fridge   that   was   now   fully   stocked,   he   lets   out   a   small   laugh   at   her   commentary.   “ how   bout   you   tell   me   about   this   trader   joe’s   trip   instead  ?”   which   was   lawrence’s   way   of   getting   out   of   telling   his   girlfriend   that   he   and   the   band   had   an   interview   with   rolling   stones   magazine   today   and   preventing   himself   from   getting   kicked   in   the   shins.

𝒃𝒆𝒂  𝒔𝒒𝒖𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒔  𝒂𝒕  𝒉𝒊𝒎  𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈  𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒕  𝒕𝒉𝒆  𝒓𝒆𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒐𝒓  ,  closing  the  gap  between  them  slightly  with  a  few  small  steps  .     ❛  you  know  ,  you  really  are  the  worst  deflector  .  or  maybe  i’ve  just  gotten  too  used  to  that  charm  of  yours  .  ❜     she  picks  up  a  nearby  pack  of  noodles  ,  whacking  him  with  them  lightly  .     ❛  come  on  !  spit  it  out  .  i  know  you’re  going  to  tell  me  something  that’ll  make  me  inappropriately  jealous  and  excited  all  at  the  same  time  .  ❜

she  didn’t  care  how  long  she’d  been  out  of  the  game  ,  how  far  removed  she  was  from  her  old  rockstar  lifestyle  ,  she  always  wanted  to  hear  about  lawrence  and  his  music  .  if  anything  ,  it  was  one  of  the  few  things  that  kept  her  sane  .  she  moves  to  wrap  her  arms  around  his  waist  ,  looking  up  at  him  as  she  planted  a  light  peck  on  his  chin  .     ❛  trader  joe’s  can  wait  .  ❜

[seraphicists]

𝑖𝑣𝑎𝑛  𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑡𝑒𝑠𝑐𝑢𝑒.

electricity   went   through   his   veins   starting   from   the   spot   her   petite   frame   brushed   on   his   large   one,   intensifying   even   more   with   the   scent   of   her   perfume   hitting   his   breath.   ivan   knew   that   getting   over   karin   would   be   near   impossible,   especially   when   he   was   reminded   of   their   life   together.   especially   when   she   was   in   such   close   proximity   and   all   those   memories   flooded   back   into   his   thoughts.   mainly   because   he   never   thought   he   would   need   to   be   getting   over   her   as   his   heart   had   been   hers   from   the   night   they   met.  

a   night   that   wasn’t   too   far   off   from   this   one,   almost   twenty-five   years   ago.   “   it's   fine,   ”   he   muses,   closing   the   door   again   and   locking   it   this   time,   changing   the   sign   from   open   to   close   before   looking   back   at   his   ex-wife,   “   you   are   still   a   much   better   company   than   lawrence,   ”   the   jocular   comment   comes   out   in   his   deadpan   tone,   one   that   had   become   usual   in   there   few   conversations   since   their   divorce.   he   moves   past   her   and   goes   to   the   back   of   the   counter,   grabbing   two   plastic   cups   and   a   bottle   of   coke.  

“   what’s   happening   in   the   case   ?   ”   ivan   questions,   placing   the   drink   and   cups   next   to   the   cardbox   and   sliding   into   the   booth,   blue   eyes   locking   with   her   green   ones,   “   you   have   that   look   on   your   face.   ”   a   beat   of   silence.  

“   the   one   when   you   are   doubting   yourself.   ”

𝒉𝒊𝒔  𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏  𝒐𝒇  𝒍𝒂𝒘𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆  𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚  𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒗𝒆𝒔  𝒕𝒐  𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆  𝒌𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒏  think  about  percy  and  that  ,  in  turn  ,  makes  even  more  of  her  stomach  drop  into  her  knees  .  he  was  barely  home  at  the  moment  which  was  bad  enough  ,  but  the  thought  of  facing  him  with  her  mounting  list  of  personal  disappointments  was  sometimes  too  much  to  bear  .  the  mention  of  the  case  furthers  the  feeling  of  guilt  ,  and  she  scrunches  her  mouth  up  for  a  moment  as  she  looks  away  from  his  gaze  ,  confirming  that  ivan  still  knew  her  like  the  back  of  his  hand  .

❛  what  case  ?  ❜     she  sourly  speaks  into  the  empty  space  of  the  pizzeria  ,  uncharacteristic  pessimism  lacing  her  tone  .  she  reluctantly  makes  eye  contact  with  him  again  ,  shame  befalling  her  face  .     ❛  it’s  full  of  dead  ends  .  it  seems  like  every  time  we  start  making  some  progress  ,  every  time  we  get  some  pieces  on  the  board  ,  someone  flips  it  .  ❜

her  vision  drifts  to  the  bottle  of  coke  ,  watching  as  the  bubbles  continued  to  rise  and  fall  ,  some  erratically  popping  against  the  plastic  .     ❛  they  trust  me  to  get  this  right  and  i’m  not  sure  i  can  .  ❜

[seraphicists]

𝑠𝑎𝑠𝑘𝑖𝑎  𝑚𝑎𝑐𝘩𝑎𝑑𝑜.

his   answer   caused   her   jaw   to   clench   up   even   though   she   had   expected   to   still   keep   all   of   his   cards   close   to   his   chest,   as   she   would   have.   voss   was   the   one   who   taught   her   how   to   think,   how   to   strategize,   and   how   to   fight.   the   only   thing   he   hadn’t   taught   her   was   how   to   deal   with   the   heartbreak   of   being   on   the   opposite   side   of   someone   who   she   loves   dearly.   loves,   still,   because   his   image   as   a   criminal   still   had   found   a   way   into   her   heart.   for   it,   he   was   still   her   big   brother.   her   hero. 

but   goddamn   it,   didn’t   she   deserve   at   least   one   explanation   ?   one   simple   answer   after   years   of   radio   silence   from   him   and   how   her   life   had   drastically   changed   because   of   it.   her   vibrant   rage   was   starting   to   expand   throughout   her   bones,   and   a   phantom   wound   on   her   left   hand   started   to   hurt   again.   the   same   hand   that   had   punched   a   wall   when   saskia   had   learned   that   he   had   left   her.  

her   finger   hards   the   pressure   on   the   trigger   when   he   makes   a   move   towards   her,   gripping   the   gun   with   all   the   strength   that   she   had   because   suddenly   that   was   the   one   thing   that   would   keep   her   from   collapsing   on   the   floor.   “   we   can   only   expect   shit   from   people   we   know,   and   i   guess   we   don’t   know   each   other   that   well   anymore,   ”   she   spats,   with   a   shrug   of   shoulders,   “   or   maybe   i   am   the   one   who   never   knew   you   to   begin   with.   foolish   little   sass,   right   ?!   ”   a   bitter   chuckle   followed   her   words,   trying   to   swallow   the   question   burning   on   her   throat   to   come   out.

“   is   this   why   you   left   me   ?   ”

❛  𝒘𝒆  𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍  𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘  𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒉  𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓  ,  𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕’𝒔  𝒕𝒉𝒆  𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒔𝒕  𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕  ,  i’m  afraid  .  ❜     he  understands  this  must  be  difficult  for  her  .  he’s  had  years  to  hone  his  craft  ,  to  forge  his  emotions  and  feelings  into  sharp  blades  he  was  able  to  simply  sheathe  .  had  he  thought  of  all  of  the  milestones  he  had  missed  in  his  sister’s  life  ?  her  greatest  achievements  ,  her  brightest  sparks  ?  all  the  time  .  but  he  had  been  pulled  into  a  world  that  swallowed  up  those  who  spent  their  time  daydreaming  ,  a  world  he  needed  to  dominate  .

his  face  contorts  into  a  flash  of  irritation  ,     ❛  no  .  don’t  belittle  yourself  .  here  you  are  ,  standing  primed  with  a  gun  pointed  at  the  face  of  the  man  none  of  your  little  colleagues  have  even  managed  to  catch  a  glimpse  of  ,  and  you’re  calling  yourself  foolish  ?  ❜

voss  takes  note  of  her  tightening  grip  on  the  gun  and  chooses  not  to  move  forward  again  ,  instead  simply  letting  his  arms  hang  down  by  his  sides  as  he  looked  to  introduce  the  possibility  of  a  calmer  conversation  .     ❛  i  had  to  get  out  of  there  ,  sass  .  and  when  i  was  doing  that  ,  i  ran  into  someone  i  wished  i  hadn’t  .  it  was  never  you  .  you  should  know  that  .  ❜

[seraphicists]

𝑟𝑜𝑐𝑐𝑜  𝑙𝑢𝑛𝑎𝑟.

the   corner   of   his   lips   went   up   for   a   quick   second,   followed   by   a   nod.   he   understands   where   she   is   coming   from   as   rocco   could   count   on   one   hand   the   people   in   his   life   who   truly   knew   him   inside   and   out,   and   lany   would   always   be   the   second   right   after   his   mother   ;   even   with   their   frizzled   out   romantic   relationship.   “   he   probably   has.   sometimes   i   think   he   has   me   chipped   out,   and   i’m   just   your   guy   in   the   chair,   ”   he   jokes   back   with   a   peal   of   small   laughter   and   shakes   his   head,   snapping   his   fingers   at   lany,   “   by   the   way,   remind   him   that   it’s   his   turn   on   chess,   please.   ”

his   attention   moves   to   the   computer,   starting   to   type   on   the   keyboard   of   his   computer,   shrugging   at   her   question.   “   she   is   okay,   but   i   think   she’s   hiding   something,   ”   rocco   shares   and   looks   back   at   lany,   eyes   almost   pleading   for   a   second   for   her   to   suggest   something   that   had   been   in   his   mind   for   days.   something   that   he   had   done   a   bunch   of   times   and   only   lany   knew   ;   hacking   his   sister’s   phone.   then   adds,   “   however   she   did   say   something   smart   the   last   time   we   had   dinner,   ”   a   chuckle,   “   and   that   is   i   need   to   treat   you   better   than   with   stale   pizza.   which   i   agree,   so   …   you   wanna   grab   something   to   eat   ?   ”

𝒂  𝒔𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒆  𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒔  𝒐𝒏  𝒉𝒆𝒓  𝒍𝒊𝒑𝒔  𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏  𝒉𝒆  𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔  the  silly  little  chess  back  and  forth  he  had  with  conrad  ,  her  brows  raising  as  she  addresses  him  .     ❛  i  thought  i  told  you  to  stop  playing  chess  with  my  dad  .  ❜     she  ,  of  course  ,  doesn’t  mean  it  ,  in  her  eyes  rocco  was  as  much  her  family  as  anyone  else  .  plus  it  was  really  no  surprise  him  and  her  dear  father  had  formed  such  a  bond  ,  considering  how  intelligent  they  both  were  .

her  mouth  forms  a  tight  line  at  the  mention  of  lulu  hiding  something  ,  eyes  connecting  with  his  and  communicating  in  a  way  only  they  knew  how  to  do  .  for  now  ,  she  shelves  the  suggestion  rocco  wishes  she  would  make  ;  it  seems  food  was  now  on  the  cards  ,  and  his  sudden  suggestion  makes  her  think  he  might  like  to  attempt  to  relax  a  bit  before  performing  tactical  espionage  on  his  own  sister  .     ❛  mm  .  it  would  be  nice  to  see  a  vegetable  again  .  do  you  want  to  order  in  or  head  out  ?  ❜

[seraphicists]

𝑓𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑥  𝑝𝑜𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟.

the   comedy   side   gets   the   best   of   him   and   he   squints   his   eyes   and   feigns   an   ashamed   smile   as   he   says,   “   i’m   sorry   …   who   are   you   again   ?!   ”   before   taking   another   sip   of   his   jack   lemonade   after   maeve   cheered   their   cups   together.   her   smile   once   realizing   that,   yes,   he   had   in   fact   remembered   her   drink,   makes   a   smile   of   his   own   appear   on   his   features.   felix   could   share   that   he   was   the   one   that   made   sure   that   there   was   always   vodka   and   cranberries   in   the   frat   even   when   she   didn’t   come   to   the   parties   ;   but   that   would   also   mean   that   he   took   notice   of   her   ways   and   quirks,   and   then   again,   they   weren’t   friends.  

“   lucky   strike,   i   fear.   which   means   i   will   be   all   out   of   luck   for   the   rest   of   the   month   now,   ”   he   jokes,   the   index   finger   of   his   free   hand   swinging   to   her   and   he   chuckles,   “   so   that   means   you   owe   me   one,   bradley.   ”   taking   another   sip   of   his   drink,   his   eyes   starts   to   look   around   the   room   in   hopes   to   find   something   else   to   do,   because   he   knows   what   soon   the   conversation   will   turn   to.   her   break-up   with   sebastian   was   still   fresh,   and   knowing   his   stupid   mouth,   he   would   end   up   saying   something   he   shouldn’t.   or   maybe   something   that   he   had   been   wanting   to   tell   her   for   as   long   as   he   could   remember.  

but   there   was   no   escape   for   him.   well,   there   was   reggie,   but   the   thought   of   getting   yelled   at   by   his   little   sister   still   was   at   the   bottom   of   his   list   of   things   he   wanted   for   his   night.   so   he   turns   back   to   the   blonde   with   his   now   anxiety-filled   smile,   and   asks   the   double-edged   question   ;   hoping   that   the   small   talk   doesn’t   turn   into   anything   more.

“   how   have   you   been   ?!   ”

𝒎𝒂𝒆𝒗𝒆  𝒉𝒂𝒅  𝒂𝒍𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔  𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏  𝒔𝒊𝒎𝒖𝒍𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒆𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒍𝒚  𝒕𝒉𝒆  𝒎𝒐𝒔𝒕  and  least  comfortable  around  felix  when  it  came  to  sebastian’s  friends  .  sometimes  he  felt  like  a  warm  nostalgia  ,  like  cleaning  out  your  room  and  finding  something  precious  you  thought  you’d  lost  ,  but  other  times  it  felt  like  he  saw  right  through  her  .  they’d  known  each  other  for  so  much  of  their  lives  ,  knew  more  details  of  each  other’s  lives  than  they’d  ever  known  had  they  not  shared  the  silly  little  brunet  boy  for  years  ,  and  yet  here  they  were  .  almost  like  introductions  were  in  order  .

she  waves  his  question  off  with  a  bright  smile  and  a  giggle  .     ❛  you  know  me  ,  staying  out  of  trouble  and  finding  it  in  equal  measure  .  i’ve  actually  been  to  a  few  new  romantics  gigs  ,  she’s  really  good  ,  reggie  .  though  i’m  sure  i  don’t  need  to  tell  you  or  her  that  .  ❜     she  felt  a  long  pang  of  sadness  at  the  discussion  of  siblings  ,  with  oliver  being  little  more  than  a  ghost  or  shadow  recently  when  previously  he  had  been  a  monolithic  impact  on  her  life  .  declan  was  keeping  her  sane  ,  to  an  extent  ,  but  that  was  temporary  ,  wasn’t  it  ?  what  would  happen  when  she  had  to  face  the  ever-growing  mess  that  was  her  personal  life  ?

❛  do  i  dare  ask  what  you’ve  been  up  to  ?  ❜

[seraphicists]

𝑠𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑎  𝑎𝑙𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑑𝑔𝑒.

she   refrains   to   answer,   only   a   nod   to   acknowledge   his   reputation.  

heart.   that   word   has   become   significantly   heavier   to   serena   ever   since   discovering   her   disease,   but   somehow   it   was   unbearable   to   hear   it   in   his   voice.   she   had   given   him   her   heart,   much   before   she   could   ever   understand   the   consequences   of   loving   someone   and   the   heartbreak   that   could   come   on   giving   it   away.   then   she   was   foolish,   thinking   she   could   save   him   from   the   hatred   that   had   settled   in   him,   but   all   matteo   did   was   demolish   her   with   his   words   and   actions.   especially   on   the   night   before   she   left.  

“   some   business   i   had   to   attend   to.   the   tragic   life   of   a   young   ceo   and   the   sacrifices   made   along   the   way,   ”   the   rehearsed   lie   parting   her   lips   with   no   effort   as   if   she   was   giving   an   interview,   masking   that   most   of   her   time   away   was   to   stay   in   between   four   walls   and   listening   beep   sounds   day   and   night.   she   hated   doing   that,   lying,   but   being   faced   with   pitiful   looks   and   fake   sympathy   dreaded   her   the   most.  

her   attention   moves   to   the   main   room   as   he   does,   pinpointing   what   he   could   be   staring   at   in   a   matter   of   seconds   before   looking   back   at   him.   in   other   times   she   would   have   offered   caring   words,   made   his   mind   deviate   from   the   questions   he   tried   to   hide   that   have   loomed   over   for   as   long   as   she   was   in   his   life.   once   the   light   hits   his   features   in   a   certain   way,   serena   spots   an   eyelash   on   his   cheek,   and   as   if   a   magnetic   was   pulling   her   she   closes   the   space   between   them,   thumb   caringly   taking   the   eyelash.  

“   and   you   are   drunk,   ”   she   says   before   looking   away,   blowing   the   eyelash   away   from   her   thumb   and   making   a   foolish   wish.

𝒃𝒆𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆  𝒉𝒆  𝒉𝒂𝒔  𝒂  𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆  𝒕𝒐  𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆  𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓  𝒒𝒖𝒊𝒑  that  perfectly  captured  his  personality  ,  serena  had  closed  the  gap  between  them  .  perhaps  the  him  of  another  time  would’ve  taken  a  step  back  in  surprise  ,  shocked  by  the  sudden  change  ,  but  he  instead  found  himself  equal  parts  amused  and  frustrated  .     ❛  everyone  here  is  drunk  .  it’s  a  party  .  ❜     the  words  slip  out  from  between  smirking  lips  ,  his  words  so  matter-of-fact  that  it  would’ve  sounded  believable  if  he’d  have  said  the  place  was  burning  to  the  ground  .  

❛  what  did  you  wish  for  ?  ❜

he  doesn’t  know  why  he  asks  .  doesn’t  know  why  he  even  cares  to  know  ,  after  all  ,  he’s  perfectly  capable  of  understanding  that  she’s  keeping  her  cards  close  to  her  chest  in  this  little  back  and  forth  ;  yet  the  question  lingers  in  the  air  ,  his  eyes  remaining  on  her  as  he  patiently  awaits  her  response  .

[seraphicists]

𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑐  𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑘𝑒𝑟.

for   a   second,   eric   could   see   her   facade   cracking   and   it   filled   him   with   a   strange   sense   of   hope.   a   feeling   that   soon   escaped   when   hearing   his   best   friend’s   rant   about   their   auras   matching.   the   male   is   all   too   used   by   pluto   and   his   antics,   but   he   knows   what   is   coming.   he   knows   reggie   will   be   thinking   he   planned   all   of   this   with   pluto,   that   in   her   mind   he   had   done   this   to   many   other   girls,   but   it   was   all   a   coincidence.   a   coincidence   that   almost   made   eric   fall   down   to   his   knees   and   dramatically   ask   god   why   would   he   do   that.  

 watching   as   regina   leaves   them,   his   head   falls   backwards   and   he   mimics   a   crying   before   looking   back   to   pluto.   “   worst   timing   possible,   dude,   ”   eric   says   in   a   somewhat   whiny   tone,   but   he   wasn’t   fazed   by   it.   he   was   already   chuckling   and   giving   his   best   friend   the   almost   warm   drink   he   had   been   holding   for   him,   “   i   swear   to   god,   she   almost   believed   in   me   for   a   second   there.   ”

𝒑𝒍𝒖𝒕𝒐  𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒆𝒅  𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒐𝒓𝒏𝒍𝒚  𝒂𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒓  𝒓𝒆𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒂  (  though  not  in  the  same  way  his  beloved  best  friend  had  done  for  months  ,  however  )  and  turned  back  to  eric  with  a  sheepish  look  upon  his  psychedelically  influenced  features  .     ❛  ...  my  bad  .  ❜     he  took  the  drink  happily  despite  its  temperature  and  looked  inwards  at  the  contents  ,  swirling  it  around  so  that  the  liquid  made  pretty  patterns  on  the  side  of  the  cup  .     ❛  i  think  she’s  warming  up  to  you  .  when  i  was  watching  from  the  top  of  the  stairs  her  energy  shifted  a  little  ,  and  that’s  definitely  not  the  shrooms  .  ❜     it  might’ve  been  the  shrooms  ,  but  pluto  had  never  said  a  single  word  while  he  was  intoxicated  that  he  didn’t  fully  believe  .  that  was  his  motto  .

turning  to  the  other  with  a  beaming  smile  ,  he  placed  a  free  hand  on  eric’s  shoulder  ,  drumming  his  fingers  in  a  floaty  tune  only  he  could  hear  .     ❛  now  be  honest  ...  did  you  try  and  give  my  drink  to  the  beautiful  lady  in  red  ?  ❜