#citrusfield

[lvciddreamt]

@citrusfield

“okay, i made some tea, and i kind of put a lot of honey in it, so hopefully it’s not too sweet — what are you doing up?” he was almost certainly channeling his mother as he tutted disapprovingly, setting the mug down on the bedside table and hovering over her with a frown. “i really think you should get some rest. what’s so urgent that you can’t lie down for a few hours?”

[felteverywhere]

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the music playing from his radio is just to fill the silence as booker waits, hand impatiently tapping against the wheel. the booker from a few weeks ago would have never parked himself outside of grace carpenter's house at two a.m., impatiently waiting for her to come out. in fact, he'd probably laugh at the very idea. he's not sure he's changed that much, but whatever is between the two of them has. this... friendship, he supposes. they have an understanding of one another that they can't get anywhere else. he's been clinging to it since they both got discharged from the hospital, since they spent hours talking to police again, since they both had to change their numbers to stop being harassed by the media. when he sees her running down the driveway he turns the car back on, unlocking the door so she can slip into the passenger seat. "you're not actually sneaking out, are you? like you texted or left a note or something? 'cause you already know i'm the first person they're gonna call all freaked out." he says, in lieu of a greeting.

[lovecharged]

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the knock at the door has him pausing albeit briefly, scouring his mind for a visitor he should be expecting, coming up empty. despite marcel being fairly certain he isn't expecting anyone, he tentatively opens the door, startled by the face that greets him. "caroline?" although she was with his best friend, he'd grown an apprecation and fondness for her that perhaps overstepped the husband's best friend label that he possessed. he liked her now, more than he liked his best friend and he often (as casually as he could) berated the other man for how he'd treat her, talk about her. "...is everything okay?" a frown captures his forehead, before he's stepping into the door, making room for her to pass the threshold if she so wants to, unable to tear his gaze away from her, though he makes an attempt to.

[felteverywhere]

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the second that one of their friends had read out mandy's text about not coming out tonnight, river had peeled off from the group, ignoring complaints about how they were gonna be late to the halloween bar crawl as if any of that shit really mattered. she promised they'd meet later and power walked their way to her dorm. it's been a week, give or take a few days since they'd last spoken and while river has resigned herself to accepting that things can't go back to the way they were between them, they've been thinking. a lot. they refuse to be the reason mandy misses out on halloweekend, at the very least, so river makes her way to her door, knocking insistently when she gets there. she's thankful at least that she second-guessed the beetlejuice costume, because being dressed as corky from bound is a lot closer to her own personal style. whatever this conversation is gonna be, she wants to do it while not looking like an idiot. when the door opens, they talk before mandy can tell them to fuck off... which she probably won't, but it's deserved. "why aren't you coming out tonight? good excuses only, because if it's 'cause of me i'll just do something else, cause that's bullshit."

[felteverywhere]

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"i was scared you weren't gonna wake up."

[felteverywhere]

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"kicking him in the nuts was a total accident, i don't get why you're so pissed off at me."

[lvciddreamt]

@citrusfield

“well, well.” brows lifted slightly in surprise. “what’s the lady of the house doing here?”

[lvciddreamt]

@citrusfield

“so…it’s you? you’re nate’s fiancee?” skepticism was clearer in his tone than he’d intended — blame it on the stress of having a little brother in a coma. he certainly hadn’t expected to return to his family home on christmas eve only to find a complete stranger curled up on the couch. let alone one that looked like that. she wasn’t anything close to his brother’s type. “how long have you been seeing each other?” because, as far as sebastian knew, nate was still seeing that blonde with the bad attitude — what was her name? lauren? laura? lori?