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[godsqeed]

@shrikcs​ ♡

                    Network issues, defective hardware, or perhaps an issue with the power supply—whatever it is that has caused the store’s security cameras to stop working, it seems to be enough to keep its owner preoccupied. Phone held tight between shoulder and ear, the frustration in the man’s voice is easily distinguished; a distracted nod of the head the only greeting he dons the lone pair of customers that had just walked in. Had he paid closer attention, he might have noticed how their pupils were just slightly dilated; or how one of them seemed to have a peculiar edge to his smile that could not mean anything but trouble. 

          Before entering the store, he had told Apollo to act natural; a warning that had clearly not been relevant to Casper himself. More of an act to offer his friend a faux sense of security, the son of Hermes is all but subtle as he makes his way through the store—with the apparent need to voice his every single thought out loud. “Some music might liven this place up a bit, don’t you think? We only just got here, but I’m already bored.” Bored. The first warning signal, though he doubts Apollo has picked up on the clue. It’s not before long that he’s holding two bottles of vodka in his hands: a cheap one, and one that is clearly meant for a party fancier than they’re about to attend (read: finish it all somewhere down the next alley). “If you can guess which one is the more expensive bottle, I’ll treat you to a fun surprise,” he says, the grin audible in his voice before it spreads across his face. Second warning signal: surprise. To be avoided at all costs when it comes to Casper. 

          The impatience that grows inside of him is almost palpable, gaze shifting from Apollo to the owner and back. Just by looking at his expression, it is easy to tell when the next idea unfolds inside of his head. “Or do you wanna play a game? I know a fun one we can play right here, and it involves more alcohol,” Casper initiates, doing miracles at pretending to have forgotten why they came here in the first place. “Loser has to carry our loot!” 

[godsqeed]

@theaftrparties ! 

That’s easy for you to say. Words that linger on his lips but he doesn’t necessarily say them out loud, instead : a silent glare over towards his friend. Casper. He may be the only constant which’ve been in Taehwa’s life ( besides alcohol ) but the suit was worth more than two paychecks, and now? So clearly ruined, “You’re not the one having to work your ass off to buy a new one.” Immature, he’s being immature. And does nothing to hide the discontent from his features when slightly furrowed brows become evident to the other’s sight. Because if there’s one thing Casper grasps, it must be their shared dislike for work. ( a curse, when your biggest passion in life is money, as it is for Taehwa ) “Why’d you have to borrow it this time around...”

                            anyone else would have apologised by now; offered some form of reimbursement–but not casper. frankly, any shred of guilt appears to be non-existent, his expression one that borders on boredom rather than remorse. " truer facts have never been spoken, " he agrees, albeit a tad too eagerly. setting taehwa up with a new suit was not an issue. should he set his mind to it, he could arrange his friend an ensemble better than the one he'd borrowed ( and ruined ) in a heartbeat. unfortunately, his reminder of last night had come in the form of a horrible hangover that needed tending to. it had left him with no desire to physically strain himself whatsoever, even if taehwa's voice was doing his head more pain than good. 

" why not? look, all i got from your pity party is that you need to quit your job and find a better way to make some money. certainly, you can do better than that? " the rough edge to his words is nothing new, and odd as his commentary might have been, casper does believe it to be true. besides–he'll get taehwa a new suit, eventually. it'll just be on his own terms, and after his headache is done terrorizing him.

[eusage]

@aylineu​

              determination — it is the one thing the pair of them have in common at that very moment. limbs stiff with tension; eyes shooting daggers. what is clear is that neither aylin nor sage is willing to back down. what is unclear, however, is where exactly this competitiveness stems from. after all, none of them had even the slightest bit of a reputation to live up to when it came to sparring.

aren’t you tired? don’t you want to forfeit? the questions buzz around in his head like annoying flies that he cannot seem to get rid of, the click-clacking of their weapons only growing on his nerves the shorter their intervals seem to become. louder; closer. though laser-focused, he cannot help but to wonder which fight would be worse: between those who are skilled, or those who are equally as lacking? 

sage only barely manages to stop himself from cursing, blaming his exasperation on the lack of cigarettes and overdose of coffee— though he cannot condemn anyone but himself for that. the entire duel is getting repetitive, with the same moves being repeated over and over again. it is sage who finally gets enough and moves without further thought, a harmless incantation murmured under his breath to slow the female down ( just a tad ). his aim is her soles: tackle her and claim a meager victory, enough for them to wrap it all up quickly. sadly, his strategic miscalculations never seem to fail him. there’s an audible gasp a split second ahead of the collision with aylin’s ankle, brown eyes growing wide in horror as he drops his weapon to the floor. 

shoot. that was not the plan. 

“ aylin— i didn’t mean to— are you alright?! ” 

[eusage]

( starter for @eudamian​ ! )

                            by any means — he shouldn’t be here. his presence is about as senseless as damian’s poor excuses had been. truly, sage had been sincere when telling the younger that he did not even want to think about him in the new year. but wasn’t that the crux of it all? the fact that no matter what he did, damian would STILL continue to haunt his thoughts. he’d hear his own words echo; see the pain inflicted in damian’s eyes. it’s what he had deserved, sage would remind himself; it’s what he had specifically wished for when things were ended. 

and yet, his restless mind would simply NOT leave him be. if only he’d spotted his ex at the new year’s party — perhaps then he’d be able to sleep with a clear conscience. he’d convinced himself of as much, but then of course damian wasn’t at the party. out doing other things, he’d assumed, until notified by their roommate that the child of ares had never even left their own room. it’s a thought that no alcohol can manage to shake from his mind. the real reason he’s standing face to face with damian right now, despite the weak cop-out he throws at him. “ i, uh—— isn’t this vincent’s room? ” but the excuse is cut short when he can’t even think of a motive to be looking for the son of aphrodite, his head buzzing from mild intoxication. he really should be going. pretend this never happened; that he was never here. yet despite the leftover anger, his sense of guilt is overwhelming — doorknob still in his hands when he speaks again. “ why aren’t you at the party? i heard people were looking for you— they must be worried. ”

[eusage]

( starter for @eujazmine​ ! )

                                        there’s no guarantee for jazmine to agree with his plans; but then there’s no guarantee that sage is going to give up until she does give in, either. despite his sister’s constant rejection, his optimism remains unrivaled; wide smile plastered across his face when he knocks on her door. “ jazmine? ” the name comes out a question, though he already knows she’s in there. “ i’m gonna go out and gather some local herbs; make some new potions. do you wanna come with me? i could really use your help. ”

[eusage]

( @vincenteu​, new year’s eve! ) 

                            “ no, no, no. you’re moving too fast! ” there’s no ill intent to his words; voice chipper as he tries to raise it over the pounding of the music. despite knowing that vincent never seems to take any form of criticism well, there’s a spark of excitement in his eyes when he mirrors the movements of the man in front of him — just a tad bit slower. “ like this, ” sage speaks, adrenaline rushing through his veins from both the alcohol and the exuberant music. contrary to his usual demeanor around the younger, his actions are oddly natural when his hands are placed upon vincent’s wrists; smoothly letting him flow into the rhythm. a habit rooted deep into his core, courtesy of hours and hours a week spent at the dance studio. he’s not sure vincent is to appreciate it — but then his excitement momentarily has him failing to care.

[eusage]

( day one // arrival day. @scarlettseu ♡ ) 

                             “ you should have arrived hours ago, scar! i’ve been looking for you ALL over the place! ” there’s misplaced accusation ringing in his voice; nails digging sharply into the palms of his hands. a fruitless attempt to try and get rid of the pent-up fear that’s been looming over him ever since leaving university grounds. not that he has any right to be scolding her — after all, HE had been the one to forget his phone. “ where have you been?! with your powers, shouldn’t you have been — like, the first to arrive? i was about to fly back to eonia for you! ” and he’s overdoing it, he knows this, but the aftermath of too much alcohol is colliding with his lack of cigarettes. the result? he’s just one straw away from having a complete meltdown.