#angelsceleste

[d-bryne-s]

who: @angelsceleste​

“it’s bullshit that hotels aren’t able to send a keyboard to rooms,” dev grumbled as they kept their eyes focused on the open laptop in his lap. hi fingers were antsy as he methodically tapped on his knee, a new melody trapped in his head with no form of release besides the program open in front of him. “we need to book a studio the next time we’re in a city for more than a night,” he spoke, finally looking up to face the woman with him, “i think i’m going to combust if i don’t get access to real equipment soon.”

[roadied]

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*  what  your  muse’s  name  is  in  mine’s  phone  ––

      darling  girlboss

*  what  your  muse’s  picture  is  in  mine’s  phone  ––

*  what  your  muse’s  ringtone  is  in  mine’s  phone  ––

      steal  my  girl  ––  one  direction

*  my  muse’s  last  text  to  your  muse  ––

      💬  can  i  just  say  that  you  are  looking  absolutely  ravishing  in  the  tech  booth  rn  ...  rip  lady  di  you  would've  loved  my  bestie  celestie

[roadied]

      *  special  delivery  for  :  @angelsceleste​  !

      “  hey,  ”  hesitant  steps  came  to  a  halt  as  soon  as  she  approached  celeste,  teeth  sinking  into  her  cheek  to  prevent  herself  from  faltered  words.  this  wasn’t  like  tyler  ––  avoiding  eye  contact,  fidgeting  with  her  fingers,  something  was  up;  but  the  question  is  what  ?  she  allowed  for  a  brief  window  of  silence  to  stir  amongst  the  two  of  them.  say  it.  just  say  it.  “  can  we  talk  ?  ”  such  a  deadly  trio  of  words,  ones  she  knew  would  ignite  some  tension.  “  it’s  just  …  ”  she  finally  gained  the  courage  to  look  her  friend  in  the  eye,  “  i’ve  been  meaning  to  ask  you  this  for  a  long  time.  ”  in  the  midst  of  her  worrying  spiel,  her  hand  slipped  into  her  back  pocket.  wasn’t  long  before  a  shiny  foil  wrapper  presented  itself,  hands  tearing  the  seam  to  reveal  a  red  ring  pop  as  she  gracefully  knelt  down.  “  would  you  do  me  the  honor  of  being  my  tour  wife  ?  ”  the  smirk  that  settled  on  her  face  couldn’t  have  been  any  bigger.  what  a  fucking  act.  perhaps  she  should’ve  ditched  the  roadie  gig  while  she  was  ahead  …  set  her  sights  on  hollywood  instead.