#divyarevankar

[gindrake]

[ drunk ] Your muse takes care of my very drunk muse.

[ drunk ]  your muse takes care of my very drunk muse 

This was the very last thing her legs deserved after a full day of rehearsal. They screamed out in pain as she knelt down next to Divya by the toilet, aching to get up and walk away from the mess Genevieve got herself into. Yet here she was, pulling Divya’s dark hair out of her face as the fellow dancer emptied her guts into the porcelain bowl.

“You’re so repulsive.” Genevieve’s face scrunched up in disgust as Divya continued to gag. “You’re lucky Tyler isn’t here to see this — I’d break up with you if I were him. Sloppy drunks are so not attractive.”

“His name isn’t—” Whatever Divya was about to say got interrupted by another wave of vomit erupting out of her mouth. Genevieve rolled her eyes up to the bathroom ceiling, trying to look at anything but the grotesque scene right beside her.

After a few more moments of retching, Divya groaned and rested her cheek on the toilet seat, much to Genevieve’s chagrin. “I did not come all the way here just to have you fall asleep on me.” Sure, Genevieve had muscles, but they were still so sore and were not willing to drag Divya’s unconscious ass out of the bathroom. “Seriously, Divya, I’m not fucking around. Get up.”

With some urging and just a little bit of dragging, she finally had Divya tucked into bed with a glass of water in hand and a wastebasket at her bedside. “Drink,” Genevieve ordered, as though she was reprimanding an unruly child. Divya opened her mouth to say something, only to be cut off. “Your breath stinks and I’m not in the mood for your drunken ramblings. The sooner you shut up, the sooner you can go to sleep and the sooner I can take the bubble bath I so dearly deserve.”

The bubble bath never came to fruition. After she was certain that Divya wasn’t going to choke on her own vomit in her sleep, Genevieve ended up crashing right beside her in bed. In the morning, she got her revenge by aggravating Divya’s hangover with a rant about her sheet’s abysmally low thread count.

[catclemonte]

Does Tony make Althea a better person? Do they lift each other up, or is their relationship dragging them down?

In a way, he does. Being in a relationship with him is teaching her a new kind of patience she never knew she had, it’s teaching her how to listen instead of being the only one to do the talking, it’s teaching her to allow herself to get angry instead of letting it all build up inside, it’s teaching her how to love someone who doesn’t believe he’s worthy of that love and teaching her how to show him that every day without suffocating him. They jumped into their relationship fast, without giving it much thought, but I don’t believe either of them is dragging the other down. They’re just now learning that doing something fast doesn’t always result in good things, even if they love each other. They have to face each other, and each other’s past and skeletons, and they have to learn how to love each other through all of that; even if it means loving each other and showing it in completely different ways.

[danielrockefella]

Location: King’s Head Time: Late evening. Status: Closed. / @divyarevankar​

Okay, the King’s Head really wasn’t the kind of place Daniel frequented a lot. If ever. And if anyone asked him what the hell he was doing there, he’d pull off a perfect, white little lie about them carrying a certain kind of beer on tap that he couldn’t find elsewhere. Granted, he didn’t know if that was true and if there were follow-up questions, he was fucked. He definitely wouldn’t admit why he was really there, though. It was, however, quite obvious why he was there when he pretty much beelined straight for the bar as soon as he spotted her behind the counter like a puppy who’d just caught sight of a squirrel.

“Brooklyn!” He exclaimed, like he was surprised to run into her there. The nickname rolled so easily off his tongue, though, even if he preferred her real name. He leaned against the counter a little too fast, quickly standing up straight again when he realized he didn’t know exactly what had been there before. It felt a little sticky, after all. But his gaze remained on Divya, fighting to keep too wide of a grin off of his face.

“Didn’t know you’d be working tonight.” That was a lie; she’d told him as much last night over text and he knew she knew he was bullshitting. “This place is,” he began, his gaze just barely scanning around the area before settling back on her again. “.. quaint?”

[lucalaurcnt]

Does he feel guilty for what happened with Athena? Does he think she deserves better than him/the way he's treated/is capable of treating her?

I wouldn’t say he feels guilty about it. He got offered a job opportunity he couldn’t turn down, but never expected that it would take him away from her for so long, and cutting ties with her before both of them were far too deeply involved is something he feels like is the one good thing he’s done as of late; saving her (and him) the pain of having to handle a long distance relationship with everything that comes with it. He feels bad, though, about the way everything turned out, about leaving Athena behind in Devinstone when he moved to Shanghai. But guilty? Not really.

And Luca knows Athena deserves better, but he’s a selfish son of a bitch who will fight hard for her, if she’ll let him. He knows, deep down, that he can be good for her and being good for her is all he needs to be. He’s different around her.

[danielrockefella]

Is Daniel lonely? If yes, how does he cope with this feeling/how does it impact him as a person?

Daniel is constantly surrounded by people, but he might just be the most lonely character I’ve ever played. With the loss of his parents’ love and never learning how it feels to be cared for except having his essential needs met by nannies while growing up, Daniel never really had a solid ground to stand on. Being lonely was just his default, y’know? And he deals with it by keeping more people around, by joking about with everyone and seemingly making friends with everyone he seems to meet (if he’s in a good enough mood) but ALWAYS keeping them at an arm’s length. He doesn’t talk about his feelings, or emotions, nor does he care for anyone else’s. He never gets anyone close enough, at the fear of losing them again.

[danielrockefella]

does your muse have any scars? if so, what is the most notable one?

He’s got several scars from being a clumsy kid and a careless adult, but his most notable one is a nearly 2cm long scar on his right cheek. He got it after a buyer pulled a knife on him early on in his drug dealing days and since then, he likes to keep somewhat of a distance between him and his buyers. Unless they clock him, anyway.