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SOLACESENT, a dependent & multimuse blog for @fasthq ! penned by nic ( she / they, twenty5, cst ) please do not interact outside of the verse.

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dis7ance

his skin scalds under her hand, a hot wave of shame crashing over him. he feels small. it's so fucking embarrassing. jet gets to his feet before yanking his arm away, stepping away from her like a tantruming child. it's petty, but jet allows himself that much. it's at least less effort than snarling, snapping his teeth at her, all blustering anger and cruelty until she turns her face from him, no longer sees him. does she see the way his skin has burned from her touch ? “ i wasn't dying. i'm just… ” the words die in his throat before they even fully form. what does he want from her ? comiseration ? “ i was practicing. you interrupted me. ”

solacesent

❝ practicing what? getting dragged to hell? ❞ empty space hangs where laughter should be. she's too busy playing a one-sided staring contest to sell the bit. a scowl etches its way across her features when he doesn't turn back after a millisecond — which bothers her more, leaves her feeling like stray dog begging for scraps. an irritated huff, then she's shouldering her way between him in the car. knees hit his drivers seat without pause, before she can talk herself out of it, then she's over his console. theatrics end with her shrinking into his passenger seat. an echo of her earlier self; ❝ well? get in the fuckin' car. ❞

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m2dding-2

★ open starter 4 prowlers n narizas .

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤstressed baseball cap on , worn out bag too big for her own good hanging tight on shoulder , visibly ragged grey sweatpants stained with old oil spills sitting low on hips & a so , so very suspicious box held by its grip . bubblegum is smacked loudly . where is it you are headed , miss little bling riding hood ? 🙶 don't even . on god ? mind your business . this is all in your head , keep it going . 🙷

solacesent

the brief spat is enough to draw kiara's attention. surely everyone knew: defensiveness is destined to breed curiosity. the camcorder zooms in on the box to the very best of it's ability, leaving her to frown into its viewfinder. ❝ it's a box. ❞ she says, disappointment evident. with the grip the other held on it, she was nearly positive she would find a treasure chest between her arms. ❝ seriously. acting like you had a pot of gold. ❞

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dis7ance

open to anyone.

the new calendar year has done nothing to improve jet’s driving. he’s bordering on desperation, insanity, the way he circles the track at the stack over and over and over and - he hasn’t beaten his best time. hasn’t even come close. he’s tried, repeatedly, implacably. he’s failed. the final loop ends with a strangled scream that rips through his chest, uncharacteristically demonstrative. his door cracks and he falls from his driver’s seat in a slump, the emotion his body too much for him to continue holding himself up. jet’s fist pounds the ground as he tries to pull himself back up, groans and curses and frustrated noises falling from him unbidden. the only thing that stops them is – “ what are you looking at ? ”

solacesent

the scene that unfolds before her is borderline grotesque in its familiarity. the desperate urge to escape your own shortcomings, to get out in whatever way you can. she’s likely sadistic in the satisfaction it brings. it’s impossible to ignore, winds up her spine in a warm slither like the snake of eden itself. her presence is noticed before she’s as close as she wants to be— but it doesn’t stop her. shoes stir up loose gravel as she walks closer. a hand curls around his arm, hesitant in the decision to pull or push. ❝ dunno. some asshole decided to lay down and die on the track — what else would i be lookin’ at? ❞ hand wraps tighter, blood running hot at the idea of leaving the red outline of her fingertips. ❝ get up. ❞

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tiremarks

☆　open starter　🛞　uncapped ☆　inside 12welve near the bar around 10PM

there are few things harvey enjoys more than getting completely trashed at 12welve, and right about now, he couldn't really think of what any of those might be. the milky concoction that the bartender called a corpse reviver, whatever the fuck that meant, was his current drink of choice— and holy shit was it working. " what the hell are they putting in these things? nos? 'm starting to feel like i can take one of those franken - bouncers out there. "

solacesent

just over the rim of her glass, eyes move from harvey to the closest bouncer. ❝ down boy. ❞ hand claps to his shoulder, ❝ think i've seen him specifically take down like, three yous before. ❞ considers it for a moment, visibly has to hold back laughter at whatever mental image she creates, then looks back to him, ❝ actually, it might be really funny if you go for it. ❞

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tiremarks

☆　open starter　🛞　uncapped ☆　inside 12welve on the second floor balcony around 10PM

giselle adored people watching— or rather, people judging. combine halloween costumes and the inherently messy atmosphere of her favorite nightclub? she couldn't be happier. " jesus, how many more xtina's circa 2002 can fit inside miami? that one doesn't even have the right extensions... "

solacesent

head tilts, considering the scene in front of her. ( that's what tonight is: a scene. pieces of a movie playing out in real time. ) laughter bubbles up when eyes fall on giselle's momentary target. ❝ think i saw some tracks on the floor. maybe she's really committed to the performance. ❞

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