#c.elijah.falvey

[theromandaniels]

≈ la galleria. with @elijahfalvey

A double date. Oh what fun. Roman had been roped into accompanying Ophelia to dinner, who’s latest guy on the scene had a cousin visiting in town and he didn’t want to leave her home alone. So Ophelia, ever the meddler, offered up Roman for the night. Right in front of everyone, mind you, so Roman couldn’t even say no. That led them to La Galleria, where he found Ophelia’s date was offensive, and his own offensively boring, and Ophelia kicking his leg under the table because he was filling himself up on the complimentary bread basket, because that way he was too busy chewing to engage in conversation. 

It was from the distance he noticed a recognizable lanky figure get up and head towards the bathrooms, interest piqued and blood boiling at the sight. He hadn’t seen Elijah since June, and had vowed to keep away especially following the incident with Nilay. But whether it be finding a reason to get out of this date, or following his revelation and conversation with Toni about everything, he found himself getting up and following Eli, not aware of what he was doing until he had swung through the door of the male toilets and pinned his former friend against the nearest wall. “Shame your little girlfriend isn’t here to protect you this time,” He sneered, the anger taking no time at all to bubble up, faces close together. “It’s really a new low, Elijah. Getting her to come over and tell me off for upsetting her poor, defenseless, kept man.” 

[thephoebeyates]

≈ MOREMUSIC studio. with @elijahfalvey

It might have not been a productive morning in learning the ‘mad woman’ x ‘Cassandra’ mashup she had originally come to the studio for, but Phoebe figured that attempting to teach Eli the viral ‘Apple’ dance was just as valuable time spent. All she had to do now was convince him and Leon to film it with her, though perhaps she should have counted her blessings that the older men had agreed to learn it at all. “Okay, just slightly off-beat that time but it’s only easier on the videos because they speed the footage up!” She remarked cheerfully, guessing the producer’s seemingly downtrodden mood was definitely related to the Charli XCX song. 

She paused the music, slumping down on what she considered her couch in the studio, looking at him thoughtfully. “What’s up? Sad old man stuff?” Phoebe gestured him over, indicating she was all ears if he wanted to talk about…well, whatever it was. 

[thephoebeyates]

> The Duck Pond. For @elijahfalvey

"Bee-Bee! Bee-Bee!" Rhiannon screeched across the small body of water as Phoebe approached, seemingly unbothered that she was scaring the ducks she was taken to feed. Phoebe had texted Eli about some studio time, but found herself meeting him at the park near his house, the two deciding to take advantage of the warm almost-summer's day instead.

"Hi Rhi-Rhi!" She greeted enthusiastically, her heart warming that the toddler had taken very well to the surprise guest joining them at the pond. Bee-Bee, Rhi-Rhi, Hat-Tee, as Phoebe often declared when she was also with the older girl, carrying on the joke that she was actually Nilay and Eli's kid, even if the age difference between her and her pseudo-mother would have made that impossible.

"I brought peas!" She informed Elijah, "I read somewhere bread is bad for the ducks, and the pond. And apparently they like peas and zucchini and stuff, oh and worms." Something she definitely wasn't going to purchase.

[theromandaniels]

> Blue Violet Blooms. For @elijahfalvey

The language of flowers was often confusing. The meanings were usually a double-edged sword depending on the context given, and though no one really seemed to care for the deeper symbolism these days (much like how music was only relevant if it could trend on TikTok), there was an irrational part of Roman that feared for if he got it wrong.

Though who would judge flowers left at a tombstone? The man who's name was engraved on the marble?

Roman doubted Harrison — even with all of his musical genius and ability to pluck beautiful, tearjerking verse out of thin air — could even tell the difference between roses and gardenias, at a push. So it shouldn't matter, really. It was just a gesture. A gesture of love-lost, of grieving the past that slipped through the fingers, the loss of a bright future. The grief that sat in Roman's ribcage every waking moment of his present.

It was as if the universe knew what his intentions were for today; to pay condolences for a friend before the actual anniversary lest there was a crowd. He turned to look for someone to help when his green eyes locked on Elijah's brown.

"Not fucking today." He wasn't even aware he muttered it aloud until he heard his own voice reverberate around the flower shop.