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Cult Gaia Resort 2022.
Felix and Indigo’s ‘Bacchanals’ always started in the very same way. Which was why Indigo was hiding in the bushes along the driveway, while he himself was sneaking up to the front door of his family home, glancing through every window he passed to make sure there was no sign of movement inside. The car was gone, and he knew from previously checking his father’s diary that this weekend was scheduled for another Winter Family Outing. With the majority of their children no longer at home, his family had taken to weekend retreats. Every one of which he was invited to, and every one of which he pointedly avoided. He would much rather be doing this, getting high, and drunk, making the most of the family’s amenities with one of his closest friends, then sitting with his parents and seven sisters being pointedly ignored. Removing the joint from his mouth, he let out a celebratory cheer. “The Stepfords are gone!” Pulling his housekey from the pocket of his jeans, he opened the door, ushering Indigo over. “Quick, before the neighbours see!” There was a very high chance they would mention the fact that he had come home for the weekend to his parents, and he wanted to avoid an emotional guilt trip if he could. He wasn’t sure why they even wanted him to join them. Everybody knew if he did, they would barely say a word to him for the entirety of the trip. @indigoxwild
text || honor & indigo
Honor: Hey, please tell me you're alive because I realized I haven't seen anything from you lately.
Honor: Are you safe? Please tell me you're okay.
closed starter for @brcvehecrts (indigo)
"During something like this, you know this festival or whatever it actually is, do you get like many sober people that want a tattoo or more like drunk people that urge their friends to get these stupid ass tattoos that they will probably regret for the rest of their lives?" Matteo had entered the tattoo shop, still getting to know this town and everything there was to find here. "Not that I'm against tattoos, I've got a few myself, but I also know what people do when they get drunk. One of my friends from back home got one on a drunken night out. It's actually still pretty funny to this day but I'm sure that deep down he regrets it and he hasn't really been able to keep a girlfriend since he got it so it might be a complete turn off." Shaking his head, he laughed softly as he thought back of that night. It also made him miss his friends from home and it kind of also made the anger towards his dad linger.
closed event starter for @indigo-cortes
“Don’t look now but I do believe the client who has asked after you several times is looking this way.” Kiaan said to his friend, leaning close so that his words were finding home in her ear and no one else’s. In the same movement he took a step back, twisting one way and then coming back to face her once more but with two wine glasses in hand as if they had been magically summoned. “Truly, I should be familiar with the fact that people don’t seem to be able to get a hint, but it still continues to surprise and annoy me after all this time.” Kiaan commented, rolling his eyes before taking a sip from his own glass and offering the other out to her.
🔥 for our muses to drink hot chocolate next to the fireplace
Honor set the hot chocolate down for Indigo before taking a sip of her own and sitting next to her. “Okay, you think now’s the time to crack down at that week old hard crossword?”
@indigclane
“My dad told me not to get into cars with strangers but why doesn’t that count for taxi drivers? I don’t really know how this stuff works,” Indigo said to the person next to her, chewing on her lower lip as she stood at the bus stop contemplating how to get home. “My dad would normally send someone to pick me up but he’s been gone on a business trip for awhile and I haven’t heard from him. I’d walk home, but that’s like... three whole miles. That’ll take me a lifetime.”
[text] i think i just saw beyonce i am unworthy holy shit
[text] oh my god, you think you're unworthy? she's sitting two rows ahead of me. I'm unworthy.
[text] being at award shows are cool enough but i didn't know I'd be sitting behind fucking Beyonce I'm about to pass out.