May 16, 2020
text; adan & nico
nico: how u holding up
nico: ur not dead i know that for sure
nico: well deader
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text; adan & nico
nico: how u holding up
nico: ur not dead i know that for sure
nico: well deader
victoria would never say she ever had her life in ORDER. as much as it looked from the outside, no one should ever dare to peek behind the several curtains that lead the ugly truth. lately-- it’s been feeling like it’s slowly spiralling out of any idea of control. she’s losing the grasp, and everything is tangling itself so much the knots are suffocating her like a noose around her neck. a HEADACHE is only just another consequence, this one of her choices. produced from a night of alcohol consumption and little to no sleep. the frizzling sound of the tablets as they dissolve in the glass is almost soothing at this point. what’s not? it’s the sight of adan. it almost makes the puncturing in her skull deepen. ADAN IS ADAN. not the robotic persona that pulled a single card that made something collapse. domino effect. butterfly effect. snowball effect. whatever anyone wanted to call what happened after he made a choice. and what kind of person was she that she wished he had stayed that way? “so much for leaving the city and be LONG GONE.” a paraphrase of what adan had last said. no, not that time when he was obviously back to himself. if you asked her, it didn’t count. sex was just sex. victoria wants to be angry, she wants him to be gone. but that has always been the thing. she can’t. no. not him. @ofadan
she felt like a proper STALKER. and the stalk-e was her own brother. maybe. probably. he had to be. because she didn’t come to this whole other city for nothing. she came to find a remnant of family. find someone she could love, someone who could love her. hopefully. it wouldn’t that be simple, dylan was aware. maybe he didn’t even want her in his life. maybe he wouldn’t believe. maybe he would take one look at her and say thank you, next please. his parents had recently passed. funny enough, hers too. though they only shared one, both their mothers were gone too. two orphans who happened to share a stream of blood and some genetics. a fowl feeling crept on her because here she was being a total WEIRDO. he was right across, casually talking to someone she presumed to be a friend. or maybe something more then a friend? dylan didn’t have it in her to care about his love life right now, she was far more interested in the guy. the adan felippe garza. he was supposed to be 20, if the wiki entry was right ( and were they ever? ). he still looked so young. for all she knew there was no future for them, that she wasted her life coming here. that she was fully and truly utterly alone. no no no no. okay, so she was more desperate than she realized. “so here’s the part where i sound like a crazy person,” she skirted into his path without preamble. rip the band aid. “my mom, your dad--” oh man he was tall--- FOCUS DYLAN-- “turns out he’s my dad too. was my dead, cause of the whole dead thing. it makes both parents dead, for me that is. also for you-- or so i read.” wow, good going dylan. “so yeah. there’s that.” @ofadan
text; nico & adan
nico: hey
nico: you're not deader than usual, are you?
@ofadan
TIPTOEING. how could he not? lack of humanity and all, adan was pretty much a G R E N A D E. he may have been pretty invincible but nico wasn’t interested in learning a new concept of death than he already knew. adan was a pretty creative guy and literally one of the only two to know nico couldn’t die, as he technically wasn’t ALIVE. running into him hadn’t been scheduled but he couldn’t just run now faced with him, he was no coward. plus, as bad as adan could do to him, it also wasn’t really ADAN. just hollowed out version of him. he had to believe that. but-- and this was a big BUT. that look on his face, it wasn’t--- oh. oh. he couldn’t know for sure, not yet. but--- “adan?”
"i let myself in,” victoria commented, not letting her gaze falter away from the view she had from his balcony. her thoughts interrupted by the footsteps behind her, only after a moment turning back to meet his eyes. “you weren’t answering your phone.” the simple explanation as to why she decided to show up. her voice was even-- though for expert ears, it certainly had an EDGE to it. for some, they could think it was annoyance. a disgruntled woman at her fiancé not picking up the calls. that was far from it. it had been worry. // @ofadan
“I trust you.” + adan
there were many things he could have said to this. you shouldn’t, or that’s a bad idea. even a warning, that’s dangerous. most of the time, nico didn’t even trust himself. but adan KNEW. he knew of nico’s disadvantage and futile position. he knew and he still— … thank you was on the edge of his tongue, but instead the words reaped. “i trust you too.” | @ofadan
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@ofadan
VISUAL ATTRACTIVENESS: 💗💗💗💗💗 yeah he’s very hot lbr.FRIENDSHIP LEVEL: 💗💗💗💗💗 they def r capable of being good friends, i could see it. SEXUAL DESIRE: 💗💗💗💗💗 if not for v, aster would have hopped those bones during the sin thing. ROMANTIC INTENT: 💗💗💗 maybe in another world. but i can’t see it being something long term, nor stable.