#br1llare.

[lovesh0ts]

     ✩      ◞       STARTER       open to @br1llare .      ✩      ◞       location       sunset villa beach pride fair .

it’s so strange to his own ears to hear himself giggling.  still,  he can’t help it,  not when he has managed to drag quinn to the bracelets and necklaces stand,  not when he has him sitting in front of him,  surrounded by an assortment of colorful beads ready to be used to create what will probably be some atrocious jewelry.   “   so …  what are you planning to make ?   ”   demian has always been a curious and impatient person,  hence the question is eager,  accompanied with an expectant smile.   “   i’m a necklace type of guy,  so i think i’ll start with that.   what do you say ?   ”   they ask,  separating green,  purple,  and cerulean beads so quinn can look at them.   “   do you think it’s a fitting combo ?   ”

[ard0rs]

    ›    STATUS    :    closed.  (  @br1llare  )     ›    LOCATION    :    scoreboard     ›    FEATURING    :    avery  &  quinn. 

⋆.°    ᝰ.ᐟ     it’s almost comical how she purposely keeps a stash of capri-sun on hand.  avery could make the argument that it’s for their daughter whenever they decide to bring her to work with them.  but no.  it’s just funnier to give absolutely no reason or context.  they wait until the bartender serves quinn his drink before they make their presence known.  “  hope it’s chilled enough for you.  and y’know,  i can always turn that into a slushie for you if you’re in the mood to change it up.  ”

[lovesh0ts]

         ◞        *       STARTER       open to @br1llare .          ◞        *       location       charlie's residence .

with a shoebox full of letters written in napkins,  post-its of different colors,  pictures full of words on the back,  and weird envelopes in different shapes,  charlie seated cross-legged on the bed with quinn right in front of them.   their smile was a rare one,  a smile reserved only for those who knew them to a t,  who had been able to cross the walls around their heart just like quinn had done so many years ago.   they took a small stack of green post-its and laughed good-naturedly,  offering it to quinn.   “   i remember when you wrote me this one,  it came all disorganized and i had to guess the order of your …  letter,   ”   it had been a mess at first,  but so fun to sort out that it was one of charlie’s favorite letters from their dearest friend.   “   what’s the story behind this one,  by the way ?   ”

[lovesh0ts]

     ✩      ◞       STARTER       open to @br1llare .      ✩      ◞       location       the roof of martina's house .

the pain martina feels is searing,  blinding,  as if someone had stabbed them and was now twisting the knife between their ribs,  right where their heart is located.   they can barely breathe since avani returned,  and they know there’s little else they talk about with quinn these days,  but they can’t help it.   it’s avani,  after all,  the one they loved with the same intensity they wounded,  the one whose heart they broke with the same desperation they made love to every night.   “   what if i leave ?   ”   they break the comfortable silence they’ve been sitting in suddenly.   “   what if i just …  disappear.   leave this goddamn town and,  i don’t know,  start anew somewhere else.   alaska,  maybe.   ”   they would never do that,  of course not,  but the idea is tempting.   running is tempting,  just as they did before,  at least emotionally.   “   it’ll be easier to get used to alaska’s cold than to … untangle all this shit,  you know ?   like—like,  why the fuck can’t i figure out how the fuck i feel ?   ”   their eyes are pleading now as they look into quinn’s,  and they sigh heavily,  moving their gaze to the dark of the night above them once more.