#chat. theo

[viv-fonseca]

@theobailey​

It was one hell of a night that had left her stomach fluttering for weeks since it had happened. Vivienne had mainly attempted to put his lips, hands, and him out of her mind. There was enough on her plate. She couldn't, shouldn't- would not add the fluttery feeling that took over whenever she thought of Theo to take over. It was what she told herself, swore to herself. It had been this way for four years, ever since Sam's unceremonious ghosting, ever since she lost her job, the future she thought she would have, and just as she thought she was getting the hang of life again, her brother died. Everything she still hadn't told Theo, all excellent reasons to stop while she was ahead. At least that's what she told herself while trying to justify the back and forth she was wrestling with while holding a thank you gift for the night he stayed up all night with her. Before Viv could back out, run away and hide from herself she knocked on his door, smiling easily despite herself when he opened the door. "I know it's not our usual three a.m meeting, but I figured I'd see what you look like at a normal hour." She smiled, her eyes raking over him. "Sorry I didn't call first. I do come with gifts." She said, holding up a copy Venus and Aprodite: a biography of desire. "There is a section about Beyonce in here." She says eyes scanning the book. "To be fair it's my copy, has my little notes in the margins and what not." She said, "I figured we could start a sort of unofficial book club with the two of us. What do you think?"

[viv-fonseca]

@theobailey​

THEO’S PLACE

Sleepless nights were a dime a dozen, as were the reasons for her sleepless nights. Mostly she was plagued with nightmares, reliving moments in her sleep that she struggled to forget when she was awake. Tonight was one of those nights well into the early hours of morning or the late hours of the evening, depending on who you asked. Viv liked to think of it all as the between time. The time was neither night nor day when most everything was silent. At least here. In Brooklyn, the city was always thrumming with life, but in Providence, Viv found restful pockets of time where everything appeared and everyone was down for the night. Everything and everyone but her-tossing and turning, watching tv even showering and nothing lulled her back to sleep without the threat of nightmares. So in an impuslive moment Viv grabbed a bag of her things and made her way to Theo's. Outside his door the thumping bass almost had her turning away- she didn't want to crash his party, ruin his night but after a few minutes of contemplation Viv knocked waiting for him, for someone to open the door. Whatever was on the otherside was better then this fitful night. Her smile slipped into place when she saw it was him, "Sorry to party crash." She said with a shrug, "but I thought I'd hold you to what you said at the space museum and well I can't sleep." She said her heart print pajama shorts peaking from the hem of her oversized sleep shirt, "I'm not exactly dressed for a party but I did bring wine?"

[viviennefonseca]

@andreastheo

From the moment her plane touched down in New York International Vivienne knew this place was not her home anymore. Getting back to London felt like an impossible dream, something she had to sacrifice for the sake of justice, for Ivan. She couldn't answer if she would change things if she could- all this, her entire existence had been for him since the day he died for her. Vivienne's life had been on pause since then- and just when it was feeling like it would begin again, she paused again to go home, to relive the nightmare.

When all was said and done she made her way quickly back to London, she couldn't, shouldn't have expected Theo to have been waiting on her return. She had hoped- but the funny thing about hope was how fragile it seemed to be- she took everything as a sign. When her cab stopped just outside of his home, traffic seemed like another sign and before she could talk herself out of the potentially crushing moment Viv left the cab, ran through the rain and despite the thundering her chest gently knocked on his door. She was meant to be meeting a realtor, meant to be putting the makeshift bones of this life back together again- but her heart had always been pulled towards Theo, and it likely always would be in some significant grand way. He'd once said she could come anytime- the offer she hoped was still there as she stood out there with all her unspent love making an ache in her chest.

[storiadair]

Theo & Stori

@theodawkins

Theo had been a friend who transcended years. Someone who had seen Stori through childhood into an awkward and lonely adolescents. They'd both lost parents and in a lot of way Stori felt like Theo was one of the few people who could understand her in the valley of that loss. So when she found they were in Half Moon Bay she did not hesitate to look them up, like a fiery shooting star Stori ran into their arms, jumping like a long lost friend return from some perelous mission. "Theo!" She called warmly, tilting her friends chin, "You look whole- no damage yet from your insane job?" She smiled stepping back, "Tell me you're not busy and you have time to blow off the rest of the day for me."

[drownedinmoon-light]

THEO & EVERLY 

@misguidedtrouble​

She and Theo had fallen into a routine of sorts one that Everly hadn't expected but enjoyed regardless of the complications that followed it- she just made a point not to talk about it, to just enjoy the time they had. She hadn't brought up Eden again since the last time, nor had she told him about the key she'd found. Tomorrow she was going to the safety deposit box it belonged to and she was going to find answers one way or another. However, for tonight she could pretend she was in some way his. Neon lights lit up the sidewalk as she made her way to the tattoo parlor. The little bell over the door chimed as she made her way into the empty shop. Empty save for the one man she was looking for, leaning against the counter, Everly tipped her head into her palm, "Have you tattooed anything salacious lately?" She asked before flopping in a chair she had countless times before and pulled a snack from her bag, a sad excuse for dinner. Stretching her legs across the arm she cast a side long glance his way, "Like ya know some guy comes in trying to impress his new goth girl friend and asks you to tattoo a snake on his-" She glanced downward a playful smile dimpling her cheeks, "think it would hurt?"

[viv-fonseca]

@theobailey​

SPRING EXTRAVAGANZE . space museum.

Time felt like an ocean- it wasn't a linear thing where she could understand the start and finish. If her present was any indicator of time and being done Vivienne believed that she'd never really be finished with her past and that maybe they could exist in the same place, like the crest of a wave turning to foam kissing ashore and being dragged back out to begin again. So again she was meeting Theo, this time on purpose, this time because she couldn't imagine letting so much time slip between them before they met again. Sweeping up into the museum she automatically lifted her eyes to the ceiling- "Do you find it strange we manufacture stars while building environments that pollute the sky away." She pulled her eyes down to look at him, "Then we charge for the pleasure of viewing what we've erased." Viv said, flushing when she realized how bleak it all sounded, rubbing her cheeks she sighed. "Ignore me, I tend to get fatalistic when I don't sleep enough."

[viv-fonseca]

EXPRESSO YOURSELF 

@theobailey​

Life moved on whether you liked it or not. Vivienne felt as if she was stuck in place. Everyone around her was moving on at a pace too quickly for her to keep up with. She suspected any day now to find out that her sister-in-law was dating again. She deserved to be happy, Viv told herself. She deserved to have her life continue, but it was unfair. Life wasn't fair. Her mothers' voice scolded a distant memory of the top five things Aleyda Fonseca made sure Vivienne knew. Always suck it in and stand up straight. Never have more than two glasses of wine with dinner. When wearing a dress or skirt, always wear stockings. Send thank you cards. Respect is given to your elders no matter what. And, life isn't fair. Vivienne only believed one of those little nuggets of wisdom. At least something stuck. She may have been stuck, but she had a routine. This routine included coffee at least twice a day. Vivienne was currently on her second coffee run- past the hour that would be considered acceptable for espresso, but when she created a habit, she'd be damned if she'd break it. Paint splattered and dried on her arms and clothes, a project half-finished at home. She made her way in to order her usual when she caught a glimpse of a face she'd only seen in photographs these last few years. Like a moth to a flame, Vivienne approaches him from behind, a hand brushing his shoulder to let him know she was there as she comes into view. She feels at a loss for words, everything she'd want to say on the tip of her tongue and not a single word coming forth. Viv smiles, pressing her palm to her flushed cheek. "Of all the cafes in the whole world." She finally sighs, a little loss for words for how long it had been watching his life unfold through social media and exchanged art. Viv frowns, remembering she was the one who'd failed to keep it up but for all the guilt she feels at the years gone, she can't find it in her to look away or wash the smile from her face.