📱 celeste & iker.
celeste: heyyyy
celeste: i've barely seen you!
celeste: where are you?
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📱 celeste & iker.
celeste: heyyyy
celeste: i've barely seen you!
celeste: where are you?
; && starter for @eusjason
it was uncertain what reason in particular had coaxed the company of another into the lonely entryway of 17c . whether it was the sound of soft cries and pathetic sniffles , or just sheer unfortunate luck that they had crossed paths at the same moment in time . but the distinct sound of a door closing gained ricky’s attention . head snapping up to lay eyes on the unwelcomed disruptor . there jason stood , as tall and stoic as ever . ricky would have greeted him pleasantly had he been in another state of mind , had he had his usual substance on hand . instead raw , piercing eyes glared into the deep browns gazing upon him . “ what the fuck are you looking at ? you fucking freak . ” he spat cruelly , jaw clenched as every nerve in his body tensed up . miserably , he wiped at his dampened cheeks with the sleeves of his sweater . ricky wasn’t looking for a fight , but jason had been unfortunate enough to stumble across him in a state of vulnerability . for that , he would suffer .
new year’s eve.
@eusjason
holidays were a rough time of year for rory, always had been. his mother had loved christmas and new year’s and all things wintery and rory had always just enjoyed being around her when she was celebrating: decorating the tree, and writing his letter to santa before midnight mass and going to bed excited and unable to sleep when they got back. but once his mother passed, so did all the holiday spirit he had. at a certain point of being alone for so long, he had given up on decorating or making a fuss over it at all. the only thing new year’s was good for now was making being drunk the next morning not only socially acceptable, but encouraged.
the new year’s party wasn’t his type of scene. he much preferred to be alone, not having to deal with the crowds of people angling themselves to be next to someone for their new year’s kiss or listening to the boom of the fireworks as they exploded in the air. at most, he’d made a brief appearance up on the roof to steal a bottle of alcohol, one that he hadn’t glanced at the label of, before shadow traveling onto a roof a few blocks away. it’s not ideal, but he can’t stand the idea of sitting alone in the room while everyone is out celebrating.
it’s meant to be a solo night, one where he watches the sky and picks out constellations that are obscured by fireworks but after a second, he grabs his phone and opens up the text thread at the very top. jg. i’m on a roof a few blocks away. you should join me. i don’t know the address so don’t ask.”
𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐎𝐑: @roryeu 𝐄𝐗𝐓𝐑𝐀: evening, the 27th
a hand toys with one of the necklaces around his neck as jason paces his room, an uncharacteristic habit he doesn't keep ( the pacing ; the fiddling not so much, unless we’re talking specifically which necklace he toys with ), preferring to channel an anxious energy into something productive or at least conducive to keeping his mind busy, but his usual routines all involve the rink or a lake, both of which are not available to him now. after the attack on their boat at sea, he'd spent most of the day checking in on various people or waiting for them to arrive — lyra hadn't been difficult to find, sebastian either, and a handful of his teammates easily spotted as he roamed the quartiere. what there hadn't been was any sign of rory, who'd he had been looking for but pretended he wasn't, and that keeps that ember of worry smoldering strong in his chest.
kraken watches him from his bed, pale eyes tracking his movement. she startles slightly when he makes a sudden grab for his phone. he almost texts will, but then decides that fallout from that isn’t something he wants to deal with. his and rory's conversation still sits near the top, but it takes a painfully long time for him to compose a short text message. finally his anxious nerves win out and he just sends it, not worrying about how it comes across. hey, did you make it ??
the queue for the gelataria is much longer than the others, but after hearing from another passeby that this was the best one around, they had no choice but to try. “ how many flavors do you think we can get through before we pass out? ” he passes his phone to shiloh, which holds a lists of all the most common ones. “ or get sick. because i’m willing to try. ” @eushiloh
it’s the first time that either of them have had a second to breath since her return, only a quick reunion happening between sebastian and charlotte before they’re both inevitably swept away. the two of them now sit outside of giada’s, looking out on the bustling crowd that pays neither of them much mind and she gently kicks him underneath the table as they take a bite. “so what’s been happening with you since i left? other than ... the evacuation.” @sebastianeu
( @eushiloh )
After Santiago strolls through the city for a while he arrives at a very popular spot in Rome. Despite being early in the morning, there's already a crowd surrounding the fountain, all of them eager to take a closer look and toss a coin. He's never been very superstitious but it's a cute experience, once he's already had and doesn't plan to waste a day in this place. His mind changes as he spots a familiar blonde. "What are you wishing for?" he whispers into her ear, hoping that his eyes hadn't deceived him and it's Shiloh and not another person.
“I’D RATE THAT A SIX OUT OF TEN AT BEST,” scarlett announces, as they stroll out of the theatre they had just been at to see whatever show they were currently offering. vincent and her practically arm in arm, she uses her free hand to pinch the bridge of her nose. “it was clear none of the actors were on their bodies,” she comments, uncaring whether or not he’ll follow a long. “like at the end of the day it simply felt like people going through the routine. stale.” a pause, as she mulls it over, and shrugs. “oh, well. we still have a couple hours. wine?” / @vincenteu