#birdrule

[curseplay]

@birdrule sent: wish i could see you play. [ ACCEPTING. ]

❝ who's to say you can't ? ❞ SILK's show in town has come and gone, yes, but their guitarist isn't above pulling a few future strings for a pretty girl. in fact, that's to be expected of paris. whether that's a positive or negative reflection of her character is up for very public, tabloid - centric debate. she sits up in her seat a little, eyes sparkling even more than they were upon recognition earlier in the evening. ❝ i can hook you up with tickets for our next stop. no charge, of course. they give me a couple to hand out as like . . . a pleasantry, ❞ and it's not like she has family to bring. or anyone else. both the people she'd invite are onstage with her already.

❝ what do you say, huh ? ❞ paris beams, gesturing flippantly at the packed club that surrounds them. she's given the other a fair amount of cash already to keep her from other patrons. ❝ blow this place off for just one night ? i promise it'll be worth it. yeah, i'm biased, but we put on a pretty insane show, ❞

[c0mpositeur]

❛  it hurts when you don't talk to me like you used to.  ❜ u know who

it hurt , to conceal his thoughts around her . yet he couldn't bring himself to set them free — not only due to sentiment of guilt , but precaution . a need to not bring pain into words . push it , through whatever means necessary , to keep it at bay . though it bloomed through gestures , actions , a simple gaze . and valerie was no fool .

christian surrenders , with a small sigh . " i'm sorry , " he drops the stack of parchment atop writing desk , to find his place in front & kneel before her sitting form . he brings his hands to squeeze valerie's , atop her lap .

" i promise , i don't mean to . just ... " christian bites on the inside of his lip , eyes averting concerned gaze for a moment . " you left , because of me . i don't want to scare you away again . i ... " a defeated laugh escapes him , " i couldn't possibly handle it . "

[c0mpositeur]

[ tender ] in the middle of a dance, sender reaches out to fix receiver's hair/clothes

they're part of the magic , hidden behind the scenes . christian came to meet adelaide through a friend of a friend , years after he moved back to montmartre . when he felt able to walk through those streets again . his fascination for film landed him work on said corner of entertainment , composing music for small french features . he writes , ceaselessly , more productive than he'd ever been for the past half of a decade . perhaps , to a point of exhaustion .

they've shared posh ballrooms & more unorthodox promenades , where they've spent time with filmmakers and fiends of the arts , great and small . and every time they've stuck to each other , moth to a flame , a sense of comfort . " oh , delia - " first he expresses his discomfort with a dance , words from a long unforgotten voice swaying on his brain ,

you're not what i expected ( ... ) darling , i think you better shut up & dance with me .

but before he can protest she pulls him on his feet , and they are dancing to the beat of vibrant music . " you wish to make me embarrassed , is that so ? an amateur & a perfectly capable ballerina , " he lets out a small laugh , & allows himself to place a hand on her hip , the other grabbing hers close to his heart . cheeks flushing slightly when her hand leaves his , momentarily , to brush back against unruly blond locks . " enjoying yourself , damoiselle ? "

♡ @birdrule .

[anthrcpophagi]

don't give away your thoughts. you won't get them back.

“I—” Maren stops herself mid sentence. Was this a test? Was it a weird, long-winded way of telling Maren to shut up? She didn’t think so, but there was no way to be completely sure. “What if you give them to people who think the same way? Is it still giving them away in that case?”

[guitarprince]

❛ truthfully? i'm kind of hungry. ❜

" most excellent, i know just the place ! " pushing himself up from the curb, he pats away any debris from his pants, then holds his hand out to @birdrule , fingers wiggling. " c'mon, debbie harry, let's scram. " there's a diner a couple blocks down from where they are. not the most glamorous dining experience, but the greasy fries really hit the spot. he visits every time they come into town. sometimes with the other boys too, which has caused a ruckus before, leaving the owner both grateful for the influx of business and yet irritated when they took it upon themselves to perform an impromptu set on his countertop. this time, eddie would try to be much quieter, fly under the radar. besides, he's pretty beat from their set the night before. " you a breakfast for dinner sort'a lady , or burgers and fries all the way ? "

[messanique]

@birdrule liked for a starter from (reincarnated) LANCELOT

lance was meant to be meeting about a prospective job, and yet the interested party has yet to make an appearance (at the location they chose!). his fingers tap against his untouched glass of water, before he stops a passing by waitress. " excuse me ma'am. i think i'm being stood up." he smiles a little. " you haven't seen a white guy, shorter than me, with a bald patch and horn-rimmed glasses around here, have you? " maybe lance simply went into the wrong bar ( this hotel certainly had it's fair share ) though he knows the odds of that were fairly slim.

[c0mpositeur]

don't care if i already told you, i'm gonna tell you again! happy birthday angel!!!!! can't put into words how happy i am that you exist, and that we met. chatting with you has easily become one of my favorite things :')) manifesting this year brings you lots and lots of love and light ❤️🎉🎉🎉

WHAT THE HELL MAN !!! i am so grateful for you

[bnjmin]

how come you're out so late?

none of your business hits the back of his teeth something immediate, even if he manages to mash his lips together to keep it from escaping. it doesn't help the look on his face, looking further vexed with his mouth in a tight line, brows drawn together. he pulls his jacket tighter around him. "not that late," isn't really an answer to her question, but that's what he offers as he stares at her with a squint. "how come you are?" @birdrule