#c:lila

[masonjones]

"Should I be a little wary as to why you've dragged me out to this place? It looks... a little abandoned." Mason pointed out as he looked around where they were. "I thought you were a sweet, friendly person. I may have to rethink that observation now if this goes all slasher." He joked.

@delilahhartwell

[ncthcnielmcrshcll]

"Lila... Not a face I expected to see gracing my presence today. What can I do for you?" He spoke after a moment, looking up from the drink he had in front of him. "I'm not about to get my ears assailed by you yelling at me for some sort of strange reason that I am yet to be aware of I hope."

@delilahhartwell

[lyscndersccmcnder]

"Lila, I am really not in the mood for this right now. Can't this wait for another day... another month even." Lysander requested with that soft sort of even tone that suggested he'd already practically given in the the likelihood that there was no way for him to get out of this.

@delilahhartwell

[ezrabroadmoor]

"I'm liking the outfit, Lila. Making a statement?" He asked with a little laugh as he poured himself a drink and one for her also, holding it out. "The hair suits you though."

@delilahhartwell

[ezrabroadmoor]

Ezra couldn't help but smile fondly as he saw the familiar face perched at the end of his bar and he made his way over to the girl, wiping down the bar as he went. "Ah, Ms Hartwell, to what do we owe the pleasure of your company tonight then? Waiting on someone or have you just come to see me?" He asked, already working on getting her usual drink sorted.

@delilahhartwell

[lucasharpcr]

"That's the newest release isn't it?" Lucas mused motioning his head in the direction of the broom the girl was carrying. "Sorry, I just have a curiosity for brooms if you could call it that... may I?" He asked after a moment, wondering if she would let him take a closer look.

@delilahhartwell

[xavierpak]

The day Xav signed to one of the biggest modeling agencies in New York was the day he finaly had to come to terms with the fact his life had gone a full circle, leaving him exactly where he had started - smack down in the middle of Manhattan. The same old streets he used to roam down in high school, the same old cafés he used to lounge in with his hoodie pulled up, blasting alternative music with his friends, thinking they were the tortured rebels among the rich. The hoodies were designers, of course, nothing but the latest fashion. Over the years he’s watched some of those very same friends embrace the comfort of their upbringing, shamelessly indulging in the luxuries of manhattan’s socialite lifestyle, while others vowed to distance themselves from the success of their predecessors, determined to make a name for themselves independent of the pre-existing wealth. Funny, he thought, how even the latter usually ended up just a couple of blocks away from “home”.

Sat in one of the cafés near the Masters building, Xav scrolled through his phone as he waited for an old childhood friend to join him, trying to stop himself from making snap judgments before the two even meet. It’s been years since they've last spoken, at least three or four, he was sure - maybe five? Either way, he’d be lying to say he wasn’t interested in what she’s been up, especially after finding out she’s made quite a name for herself at Masters. 

After another minute of waiting, the presence of another person made him snap out of his thoughts, prompting him to look up, just to be met with Delilah’s face looking down at him, “Hey, Delilah,” he grinned, getting off the chair to pull her into a quick hug, “How are you? Long time no see, huh?”

@lilahgould​

[octaeviasblake]

starter para  @glassbridgc​ basado en ésto (el quinto)

      ----        ‘es que ya me encariñe’ le dijo a la otra persona, con algunas lágrimas en los ojos. ‘es decir... siento cómo se mueve, siento cómo... cómo se siente’ añadió. faltaban dos meses para que aquél bebé nazca y se tenga que ir, pues habían firmado un contrato de alquiler de vientre, pero ahora deseaba no haberlo hecho. ‘sé que no es mi hijo, técnicamente, pero a la vez sí’ un suspiro acompañó sus palabras mientras se acomodaba en aquél sofá. su espalda la estaba matando hacia meses ya.