𝒅𝒊𝒆 a 𝕝𝕖𝕘𝕖𝕟𝕕

vincenzo fiorello esposito as penned by maeve for villahq.

[nanfeng]

[swifit]

[kit-harington]

[scottsjuice-deactivated20161004]

[oldschoolteenflicks]

[doona-baes]

[paulwelsey]

[bob-belcher]

[davids-harbour]

[cindymayweather-deactivated2019]

[sybariitessss]

“i take it you’ve heard the good news,” vincenzo greeted the other male with a smile, as he promptly took a seat next to his partner, lazily draping his arm around taeyang’s shoulder. truth be told, vincenzo hadn’t been sure what to expect during the coupling ceremony, but getting to go second certainly hadn’t been it. still, he was relieved, and definitely excited. “i was thinking we should celebrate,” he continued, giving the other’s shoulder a gentle squeeze as he turned his head to look at him. “maybe grab a bottle of champagne and head out to the pool?” he suggested, allowing a small laugh to escape his lips. @ttaeycng​

[usersukuna]

[sybariitessss]

[tylerposey]

[babil6]

[sybariitessss]

jennifer

“No, no, I’m serious!” Jennifer’s laughter is loud in the seemingly empty living space – she’s calling up the stairs to the other islander about a story she was telling but had to leave the room once it was finished. Because of the distraction, she didn’t notice the third islander lazing about in the main indoor living space; not until they spoke that is. And the voice sounded eerily familiar. The brunette turns around, hair moving quickly over her shoulder, eyes growing wide for a brief moment before she makes them do anything but that. The surprise she’s feeling doesn’t need to be shown to the world, but it is there nonetheless. Jennifer couldn’t believe what – or, really, who – she was seeing. “Vincenzo?” she asks, not really bringing attention to his statement due to other feelings at the moment. “You’re.. you’re here too?” Jennifer is practically dumbfounded right now – she never thought she’d see this person again.

it’s rude to eavesdrop vincenzo, his mothers words echoed across the back of his mind. but the brunette did his best to shove them aside, as he found himself leaning towards the staircase, desperately trying to pick up bits and pieces of the conversation. it wasn’t that he was interested in the conversation, in fact, he couldn’t have cared less. rather, he recognized one of the voices and he was desperate to see the face it belonged to. he wasn’t sure how much time had passed since he’d last seen jennifer, but surely it had been far too long. the second she entered the room, he lit up, his apple forgotten as he rose to meet her. “long time no see,” he laughed, arms open as he moved to hug her. “in the flesh, and looking for love.”

[sybariitessss]

roo

artfully sprawling on furniture in ways other than they’re intended is something roo considers among his many skills and talents and he finds the perfect use of his gift as he happens upon one of his new cast mates. having intended to seek out social company anyways, it’s the best of both worlds and he drapes himself languidly across the back of the couch, chin propped in his hand as he considers the other with an arched brow. “if your apple sucks so much, why are you still eating it?” he hums as he coyly tips his head, though he leaves it open to interpretation whether or not his misunderstanding is purposeful. “i know for a fact there are better things to eat in this house.” or perhaps it isn’t hard to decipher his intentions at all. 

"who said i was talking about the apple?” vincenzo responded, arching an eyebrow as he raised his head to look at the other male, one of his signature lopsided grins spreading across his face. he couldn’t help but let a laugh escape his lips, as he settled back into a reclined position, arms folded behind his head, apple on his chest and his attention fixed on his companion. “really?” he responded, eyebrow arched once again as he found himself eager to hear more. he wasn’t a fool, so he had a pretty good idea of what the other meant but just to be sure. not to mention, there was fun to be had in cryptic exchange. “are we talking exotic fruits? or those expensive oranges?”