#c. devon

[tidelure]

THE WORLD IS SMALL, AND KILMER IS EVEN SMALLER: ALONG THE BOARDWALK, CHERISE SPOTS A FAMILIAR FACE ╱ feat. DEVON AVERESCU OF @skidemark

"do my eyes deceive me?" on the runway of a pert nose, tortoiseshell glasses are lowered. from behind them, bright eyes flash with surprise and affection. a mirrorball of emotion in the winter light. "am i truly looking at the absolute princess of park avenue, the countess of central park⸺ my favourite averescu?" a laugh of disbelief unrolls from cher, the sound of pure delight. if a flower could shout for the first touch of spring warmth, it would've sounded like that noise. the extensive lengths of her arms unfold, a showgirl wrapped in faux fur and the fragrance of iris and white musk: a scent expensive and unidentifiable, mystic. "dee ! i can't believe it."

[lightning-cries]

devonhxle

The first smiles after another harsh stroke of a cruel fate, beamed around her while her lips remained in a monotone line on fine features. A pattern only broken when her daughter looked up at her with those eyes of crystalline azure hue, setting a striking similiarity to her very own. It was a precious moment of peaceful innocence, if only for the broken fragment of the gruesome days, all following the same pattern, when Amanda gazed up at her from the secured spot on the backseat of her car and the expression cracked and lips were thrown into the shape of a soft curve. Another brief second later, and the door slowly closed with a quiet thud. Steps were evenly paced, leading her toward the door of her car, on the driver’s side.

[benjaminkraft]

devon-hale

It felt inadequate, a little unfair. A new position he inhabited in the hierachy, was supposed to fill him with pride opposing to the bitter doubt, coating his tongue. It wasn’t the coffee --black, no milk, no sugar-- he’d downed this morning and burnt the sensitive taste buds. Small blisters send subtle strings of pain through the muscle, small fragments of irritation stirred in his veins. Merged with the blood circulating in his system and keeping his heart beating. A drained feeling crawling up his spine was pushed back to the outskirts of his conscious mind. Right there, where he could pay no mind to the nonsense thoughts itching the edges of the black hole inside his aching head.

His feet moved across the floor of the mansion with practiced ease, steps in even pace. Quiet enough to not attract the attention of the attentive individuals in his immediate proximity. He cleared his throat to erase the scratch, a souvenir of his last cigarette, as he neared the woman he’d been trying to spot for the past fifteen minutes. Perhaps a couple more. “Devon--”, it almost sounds like a question, like he was preparing to phrase an inquiry. Hadn’t talked to her all that much, had hardly acknowledged her for all this time he’d been finding himself amidst the ranks of the Revelations.