#euiker

[euceleste]

📱 celeste & iker.

celeste: heyyyy

celeste: i've barely seen you!

celeste: where are you?

[euclarisse]

status    :    closed  starter  for  @euiker. setting    :    book  club    ⸺    whenever  they  have  their  next  meeting.

          there’s  a  chill  in  the  air.    it  trails  after  her  as  she  weaves  through  a  gang  of  students  hanging  outside  the  literature  building.    their  voices  grumble  when  it  sweeps  by,    brushing  coldly  over  their  skin.    a  lesser  person  might  smile  at  their  displeasure,    but  clarisse  frowns,    calling  back  a  hurried  apology  before  ducking  into  the  next  corridor  and  towards  the  classroom  where  she’s  been  informed  the  book  club  is  supposed  to  be  congregating.    green - speckled  eyes  flicker  over  her  surroundings,    counting  the  numbers  on  the  doors.    in  her  three  years  of  being  here,    she’s  never  stepped  foot  in  this  part  of  the  school  before.    never  had  a  need  to  until  now.    stopping  outside  room  f28,    fingers  are  reaching  for  the  handle  when  it  suddenly  twists  under  her  grasp  and  the  door  swings  open.    she  blinks,    momentarily  stunned,    before  beaming  up  at  the  figure  now  standing  in  front  of  her.               ❛❛      iker    ?      ❜❜

[eumomos]

@euiker​

THERE WAS TRULY NO REASON for anyone to ever leave eonia. it had everything anyone could ever need. like.. a cafe, and this thrift store. the blonde’s arguably focused moreso now than ever, lifting up two articles of clothing in iker’s direction. “ muffin !! ” momo calls to him, a grin on her face. “ i know these both look like dresses made for grandmas, but i see potential. ” her style was always somewhat unconventional, the options she’s holding only driving the point home, “ the real question is; would i look hotter in stripes or floral print ?? ” ​

[euandres]

     it was bleak at polaris, a tuesday wedge in the midst of midterm season meant that few people had it in them to be out drinking. still, some lingered at the tables, books closed in favour of hoping a few drinks would at least ease the pain of whatever midterm they were taking the next day. andrés was somewhere along the same lines –- academically inclined enough to have finished studying earlier. not strong enough, though, to keep from giving himself what he knows is going to be a wicked hangover. 

      some woes just need a bit of alcohol, even if it’s a weekday.

     the empty shot glass in front of him has only been sitting there a minute or two, but he waves samson over again to pour another. he’s just reaching for the salt when the bell rings over the door and andrés’ gaze turns, sluggish from the alcohol. immediately, he rolls his eyes as iker pulls up to one of the barstools next to him. if the smell of wine is anything to go off of, iker’s been having himself a party, too. normally, andrés would have something to say. some sharp-tongued comment to spit at iker the way he always does, but today he doesn’t quite have the energy or the will. instead, he swallows and sighs at the feeling wedged between his ribs, speaking mostly in an attempt to ignore it. “ shot? ” @euiker​

[charlotteu]

charlotte’s at one of the smaller bars in the town before heading in for the night, finding herself at the end of the bar. a sketchbook sits next to her drink, aimless lines creating a makeshift machine that won’t see daylight for far too long. she’s far too deep into her daydream to feel the presence of another before the stool is sliding out next to her; she grabs the sketchbook & drink, pulling them closer into her space with a laugh. “ sorry ! i didn’t realize you were going to take the seat right next to me ! ” / @euiker​

[imogeneu]

closed  to  :  @euiker​ location  :  dite  dorm time  :  very  late  at  night  idk  lets  roll  with  it

      she  closes  the  door  quietly  behind  her,  careful  as  to  not  disturb  her  siblings  on  her  way  in  from  another  late  night  at  the  library  (  oh  how  she  wishes  that  her  life  was  exciting  enough  for  her  to  make  more  interesting  late  night  jaunts,  but  no  —  instead  she’s  got  copyright  law  to  worry  about  ).  at  the  presence  of  a  figure  looming  in  the  hall  she  nearly  jumps.  “  shit  —  ”  she  whispers,  words  escaping  from  between  gritted  teeth,  “  would  it  kill  you  to  say  hello  first  ?  ”

[jaspereu]

there’s a part of him that wonders if the kitchen will be empty when he enters. jasper spends a lot of time there, but never for something like this, and hardly knows what to expect after having someone he only knows in passing ask for baking lessons. it’s nowhere in his nature to turn iker down, but that doesn’t make him any less curious about where this all came from. that intrigue shows even now, as he ducks in with a half-grin that grows when he finds the other waiting. “alright,” he chirps, unmistakably at home as he moves to a counter and primes it with a pat, “you ready t’ dive in?” / @euiker​

[eukennedy]

📱 kennedy & iker

kennedy: Did you wash your sheets before consummating your relationship with Mia?

kennedy: I sure hope so.

kennedy: With bleach. Or maybe you should just order new ones to be safe. Don't want her to know how my ass tastes.