#endlessfebrvary

[mondayxmorning]

𝚂𝙴́𝙱𝙰𝚂𝚃𝙸𝙴𝙽 𝙱𝙰𝙿𝚃𝙸𝚂𝚃𝙴 𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝙽𝙴𝚅𝙴 𝙷𝚄𝚃𝙲𝙷𝙸𝙽𝚂𝙾𝙽; @endlessfebrvary

"UNE FEMME AUSSI DÉLICATE QU'UNE FLEUR, ET TOUT AUSSI BELLE---," Sébastien extends a long, dark hand forward to curve a lock of hair behind Neve's ear--- his touch was airy, grin warm and his gaze is soft. Describing her floats ever-so-simply off his tongue like a poem, because his heart is full of love and admiration, considering the engagement ring is burning a hole in his pocket.

He's loved her since they met in elementary school, followed through academia and been her biggest supporter (and shoulder to cry on). On the outside, Sébastien is a calculated, quiet, mature and well-groomed man. On the inside? His head is flurried with a mix of future scenarios, life dedicated to this woman and is maybe a little cheesy too--- all forming a personality that shines just for this amazing woman.

So, when he recognizes the signs of stress and exhaustion behind those eyes and over every line of her face -- just by existing (and maybe even more with important, upcoming exams)-- he lets out a heavy exhale. With a kiss to her forehead, he silently acknowledges her struggles-- Sébastien knows exactly what she needs. "Come on, lets take a stroll." Hands slide down from her cheeks, down her arms, to take both her hands between his own and lightly tugs towards their apartment door to leave-- rain or shine.

[thefvrious]

@endlessfebrvary -> 025, an empty balcony while a party goes on inside.

The party’s nice, sure, but Jody’s in need of some fresh air, so she places her empty cup in the nearest trash bin and makes her way through the bodies, out through the sliding glass door, out onto the empty balcony.

The air slaps at her face, brushes her hair back, and she’s thankful for the way it cools the beading of sweat at her hairline. She leans on the balcony, looking out into the pool where a dozen and a half party attenders are swimming, playing games, making out.

She sighs, hears the door open, and looks back, ready to escape back inside and away, but relaxes considerably when she sees who it is. “Hey.” She says, tucking hair behind her ear as she leans over the balcony again. “Sorry, I just… it’s a lot in there, you know?” She says, scrunching up her face. “Hope I’m not harshing your vibe… or whatever.”

[thefvrious]

@endlessfebrvary -> 007, on stage in an empty theatre.

The stage is lit despite all the seats being empty. Their big recital is coming up, and Hollis can’t get enough practice in, can’t be perfect enough. She’s just happy Ylva’s here to dance with her, to join in on the delusion, going and going and going until their feet bleed.

She runs through it one more time, from the top, spinning and pirouetting, going through all the motions again and again, stopping at the slightest fumble and starting over again. They’ve been at it for hours and, finally, when they run through start to finish, Hollis takes a breath, offers the other a winning smile.

“I think we’re getting somewhere.” She says, hands on her hips as she ignores the throbbing pain in her toes. “Shall we do it again?” Part of her hopes Ylva says ‘no’, that they go do something else instead, but a bigger part of her is already raring to go.

[thefvrious]

@endlessfebrvary -> 030, an empty stretch of road beside a broken down car.

Zarita’s been riding for a while, this particular stretch of highway empty for miles and miles, she knows. She’s still got half a tank in her bike as she rumbles down the road but, off in the distance, she sees a car on the side of the road, hazards flashing, someone outside of it, desperately waving, in need of some sort of assistance.

She guns it, heads for them, pulls up just behind the car, and slides her helmet off, resting it on the handlebar. “What’s going on?” She asks, gracefully dismounting the bike before approaching the other young woman. There’s smoke billowing out of the hood of the car. Definitely not good. “Pop the hood, lemme take a look?” It’s not like she has the tools on her, but she still might be able to help.

[thefvrious]

@endlessfebrvary -> 031, in front of a suspicious pool of blood in an empty parking lot.

They’re leaving for the day, both having worked their respective shifts, both already clocked out, heading for their vehicles, waving goodbye to one another as they leave the hospital they’re both employed at when Davi notices a pool of something on the ground. Something dark and viscous. He glances at Uriah, like are you seeing this?, then he crouches, looks at it more closely. He reaches into the pocket of his scrubs and pulls out a single glove, putting it on before pressing his fingers into the liquid. They come back red. This pool of blood? It’s big.

Davi stands up, panic settling in him, and looks around. At least, he thinks, if there’s anywhere for someone to be bleeding like this, this is the right place. “Do you think they’re still out here?” He asks, looking around, leaving the glove on in case they discover some injured person passed out, having tried to crawl into the hospital, not quite making it.

[thefvrious]

@endlessfebrvary -> 008, inside an old abandoned house.

Celestino tries the floor as they walk through the door that was far too easy to open. His heart is beating so hard in his chest that he’s pretty sure Rune can hear it, terror and adrenaline filling his veins as he flashes the singular beam of his phone’s flashlight into the darkness.

There’s the telltale sign of squatters, but the house is empty. Whoever had been sleeping here is long gone, leaving behind nothing but a ratty old blanket and their stench, some garbage, graffiti on the walls.

He turns slow to face Rune, flashing the light on him. “What are we doing in here?” He asks, “I think the only horror we’re going to find is a strung out hobo…”

[thefvrious]

@endlessfebrvary -> 035, at a table during a charity gala.

Remington sits at the circular table, filled mostly with unfamiliar faces, and enjoys his dinner as the speeches commence. He’s donated quite a lot to the charity tonight but could do without all the shit that surrounds it. He’s bored, deep down, and wishes he could’ve just written a check and not shown up at all, but showing face is a part of it, he knows.

He sips his wine from his glass, watching a young man seated also at the table. He’s been watching him all night, finding the other young man compelling, if nothing else. While some of their table is up and about, Remi leans over to him.

“How you holding up?” He asks, gesturing to the event unfolding around them. “I have to say, for the price of the plate, the food was terribly bland.”

[thefvrious]

@endlessfebrvary -> 006, a swing set in an empty playground at night.

There’s a little playground in the middle of the suburb where her parents have built the family home, and Yari has a lot of good memories there, of being pushed on the swings, going down the slide, spinning forever and ever on the merry-go-round. They come here sometimes just to clear their head, to have a little time alone, and, tonight, it’s just to enjoy the weather and the company.

They’ve spent the day with Ivry, getting to know her is the best challenge that Yari’s experienced in a long time, and bringing her home to meet Yeyo and Cruz is no small thing. Dinner went nicely, and now they’ve found themselves at the little empty playground. No one’s out. Yari’s pretty sure there are rules about this. They’re also pretty sure they don’t care.

They pump their legs, pushing up as their hair flies behind them. “I think they like you.” They say, casting a glance over at Ivry, small smile on their lips. “Which is good.” Yari can’t remember the last time they brought someone home – maybe never. They were more casual than that.