#eloise .

[rexralph]

When he meant he was getting back out there, he meant it in every sense of the word. Rex wanted to rebuild himself to the standard he’d held himself to in college. That was when he was at his prime, at his happiest. He had no reason to not return. So, here he was in a bar. An old-fashioned was in his hand and Valentino was on his back. There was a blonde across the bar he’d been making eye contact with for the last half an hour. So, he wrote a quick note on a napkin (’Hi x’) and paid for a martini to be sent over to her.  || @pompcm

[threedaysfagin]

"Oi, El,” Fagin called from his bench. He sat forward and waved a hand. “I’m over here!” After finishing talking, he took out a cigarette and lit it up. He popped it into the corner of his mouth as Eloise approached. Fagin stood up and greeted her with a tight hug. “How we doin’? Want a cig?” || @pompcm

[threedaysfagin]

In very typical Fagin fashion, the two somewhat friendships that he’d been growing were down the pan. At least that was how he saw them currently. They definitely weren’t in good standing. To be fair, the friendships with both Crystal and Astrid had began with sex - So were they ever destined to go very well? There was one other sort of person outside of the group who Fagin had always got along with relatively decently though, and that was Eloise. Perhaps it was time Fagin put a bit more effort into that avenue. So, he’d invited her over to the house. It was something he’d initially been very scared of doing but the fling with Crystal proved it really wasn’t as scary as he’d thought it’d be. 

Having Eloise in his room felt just as weird as having Crystal in his room had though. Having anyone in his room felt weird.  The walls were practically bare. The floorboards were all exposed as result of no carpet. His sheets were perpetually an off-white, and his clothes were falling out of his wardrobe. It was extremely minimalistic, but not through choice. Spliff in hand, Fagin shuffled back on his bed so that his back was against the wall. “I just don’t understand,” He closed his eyes in thought. “If your man is as boring as he sounds --- Why’s he still your man?” One eye opened. “I always figured you’d go for some wild crazy guy. Heck if you were going for one-note personalities, I’d have been a better option.” Both eyes opened as his face cracked into a grin. | @pompcm

[threedaysfagin]

♧ : Your muse playing with their hair- Eloise

meme: my muse to respond to your muse playing with their hair | @pompcm

They were about two hours into their binge of all the Lord of the Rings movies in a row. When he first felt the hand in his hair, he twitched. Physical contact was such a foreign thing that he’s always felt a little weird about it. It wasn’t really on direct flesh though - especially his body. That was where contact made him the most uncomfortable. So, despite tensing up for a while, he eventually relaxed and let Eloise carry on.