#c:august

[pollysheedyarchived]

Closed Starter for: @treadboards​ Location: The Britannia Pub Time Stamp: Early Evening, Saturday, September 7th, 1888

Polly had never seen a play, never lost themself in a story for a few hours, never even stepped inside a theatre. That didn’t stop them dreaming about it, though. It was a world so entirely unlike their own, and that enraptured them, leaving them starry-eyed for the kind of life they would never know. 

They knew who August Palmer was, though. On the occasions when they found herself west of the East End, around Covent Garden, usually, they had caught glimpses of him, coming from the theatre in all his finery. And they had watched, hidden in an alleyway opposite the stage door, picturing the sheer grandeur of his life.  “You don’t want to sit there,” they warned. “It looks fine now, but there’s a draft comes in from the window. You’ll freeze if we’re stuck here overnight.”

[the-fuxking-axelallen]

Axel sat in his chair eating his lunch, happy to be away from his camp counsellor duties for even just a little while. He spotted August walking around near him as he motioned for her to come over. “So what, I’m good enough to drag around Disney, but not to eat lunch with?” He teased, offering her the seat next to him.

@augieliu​

[luluabbott]

🍦 - our muses go to fortescue’s ice cream parlour together

“Come on!” Okay, so maybe she’d more or less dragged August away from what he was doing and maybe it might have been important but this was more important. There was ice cream involved. “Gus!” The blonde practically whined when he seemed to be going too slow for her tastes. “I’m buying so why are you being such a tortoise right now.”

@augustfawley​

[burnthesagc]

sage was trying not to care much about the email with the names. those were past names. they didn’t matter much now. well, it would, if her family name had been dropped there, she was sure, but she was trying to prove that, to the outside eye, those things were in the past, and they did not mean anything in the present. she knew her friends, knew they would never be capable of nothing the brotherhood was doing currently. she looked at august in a table, sitting by himself. it wasn’t like she was feeling bad for him or anything, but she was looking for quiet company for a moment or two perhaps. she sighed, and after reaching under a table for a half empty bottle of vodka, sage approached his friend quietly. “come on– share this with me.”   ||  @reedaugust​

[xaviolii]

@brckends​

Under all the glitz and the glam, under the charity work and the televised red carpet interviews, there was another aspect of the night that kept the attendees on their toes - networking. If you were an intern, the gala provided you with the perfect opportunity to suck up to an employee or a worker from one of the other companies Masters’ managed, giving you the chance to secure yourself a job when the internship ran out. If you were an employee, you made sure everybody knew you stood above the interns, making that especially known when conversing with the managers, name-dropping your biggest clients and projects in between the many compliments the managers’ suits and gowns deserved. And if you were a manager, as Chris was, well, then you spent the night sucking-up to the directors.

This time, however, to prove he was a good manager with solid people skills, Chris' way of sucking up to his higher-ups was to flip the whole hierarchy on its head and spend the majority of the night mingling with interns and employees below him. Fortunately, one of his interns just so happened to be a good friend of his, too. "The director's watching," he glanced a sneak over August's shoulder, the pair stood behind a table together, "Pretend you're really entertained by something I said. Or like - laugh. But not in a forced way, you know? Just like, pretend I told you a joke.”

[justsylas-blog]

@bbyd3luca

“Im sorry this was sudden, but im glad that I meet you here.” he implied with a smile as he sat down at the booth. They had just gotten their drinks handed to them and were catching up. “It’s been a while, Auggie.” he reiterated.  “What have you been up to?”

[isabella-jupiter-blog]

Isabella gripped August’s hand tightly as they walked back into their apartment, from their car, still a little jumpy from the movie. She suddenly understood why it had affected him so much, since she hadn’t really been able to envision how scary it was. She pouted a little as she looked at her fiancee - it was almost impossible to reconcile him with the scary person he played onscreen. Once they were inside their bedroom, she let out a relieved sigh as she reached down to pull off her heels. “You were amazing tonight, baby,” she murmured, cupping his cheek with one hand and pecking him on the lips. She fidgeted a little awkwardly and looked at their bathroom, which suddenly looked a lot scarier than before, and then smiled sheepishly at him. “...do you mind keeping me company in the bathroom?” She asked shyly. “I’m... kinda scared...” She admitted, ducking her head in embarrassment.

[4ustinmooon-blog]

Austin hadn't seen his brother in person for at least a month. He sneaked into August's apartment early in the morning, and with Isabella's help he creeped into his bedroom, brandishing a tiny kitten with only half a tail, before he held the purring bundle in front of August's face. He gestured to Isabella to complete the prank, doing his best yo suppress his giggles at the kitten purring and licking August's nose. Isabella leaned over Austin and the kitten. "Baby, wake up," Isabella whispered before leaning back and also suppressing giggles.