╰ * 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐎 𝐅𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐃𝐀𝐘 ╱ 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨
⊰ 𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐀 ; 𝟐𝟎 ; 𝐆𝐓𝐌 -𝟑 ; 𝐒𝐇𝐄/𝐇𝐄𝐑 ⊱ hey, guess who i just saw at the beach ? theodore faraday ! don’t they look good for forty years old? they arrived one week ago and are planning to stay a few months. they are a businessman. they like the people of elmerton. ⊰ 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐗 ─ 𝐂𝐈𝐒 𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐄 ─ 𝐇𝐄/𝐇𝐈𝐌 ⊱
╰ * 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓
fancy shoes by the walters
moving on by sarah and the sundays
stay by the hails
penelope by early eyes
╰ * 𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐌
would probably take a bullet for any person he has ever met. you had a conversation with him? he likes you. he’d take a bullet for you.
trying his best, failing most days
loves the sound of guitars playing soft tunes. used to dream about learning most of his life, just never got to do it. — has been trying the last few months. most days his fingertips are bruised because of it
has a twitter account in which he posts dumb conspiracy theories like ‘pigeons are a government hoax’ and ‘the moon doesn’t exist’ plays it completely straight when people ask him about it and actually goes on in-depth about how the theories, but he is highkey just joking
laughs very easily
likes the beach mostly because he can spend the whole day there and forget times exists for a while
soft
╰ * 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘
personality type: enfp ( the campaigner )
moral alignment: neutral good ( the benefactor )
strengths: enthusiastic, creative, spontaneous, optimistic, supportive, kind-hearted, good-humored, honest.
weaknesses: impulsive, reckless, resentful, careless, superficial, fearful, self-indulgent, irresponsible
fashion: loose t-shirts, oversized hoodies, colorful patterned button-up shirts
╰ * 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘
( tw: depression, death, cancer )
all his life theo was known for being a lot. that was him as a child ( creating never-ending overly convoluted games for him and his friends ) him as a teenager ( getting in trouble at school every few weeks for elaborate pranks and wild parties ) and him as an adult ( making a show out of everything )
the faraday family was one of the most influential and rich families of new york’s upper east side. theo’s first birthday party allegedly comparable to something out of f. scott fitzgerald’s novel.
he had always been spacious, loud, enthusiastic. his voice rose amidst crowds, his smile shone brighter in between the rest of the people. young theo made friends of adults with his bright smile, beamed in between his peers with his recklessness.
there was no space for emptiness, if there was something to be taken, he did.
he met his wife, alice, in junior year of high school. the two of them ruled the private upper east side school. — king and queen of the prom. most influential people around. — he would have burned the world down for her then and he would have burned the world down for her every day that followed.
they spent their life together: college, a job, marriage. the picket fence exchanged for a penthouse in the same neighborhood they had lived all their lives. time wasted in lavish parties with way too much champagne.
there was a plan for a child, two actually ( one right after the other, so neither will have time to be lonely, alice used to say. ) it just got lost somewhere between too many workdays.
managing his family’s company had always been part of his life’s plan, it just took a lot more out of him then he thought it would. it started with a few nights lost to busy paper work. date nights forgotten, as time went on. it expanded into more and more until there was nothing left. until theo was either working or networking or sleeping. — she loved him still. they loved each still. and whenever there was time, they spent it with another. — he kept promising he would find more, he would take a vacation, he would leave the company with someone for a few days, he would—.
life came to screeching halt halfway through a fundrising party when theo dropped his champagne to take his wife to the emergency room.
alice was diagnosticated with cancer. a few months after her treatment started, she died.
life had never seemed so empty.
every memory he looked back on, every moment of his life, seemed to have her in a way. he hadn’t lost a loved one, he was missing half.
theo had never been such a toned down version of himself.
he didn’t leave his house for the first month. and then, he couldn’t stay there anymore, couldn’t breathe the same air she once did. he tossed all of his important things into the car and went off to the farthest place he could get. explanations given to family and board members only after the fact, through hasty phone calls.
a few months into his trip, theo stopped in elmerton and here he is now ! the crying at random moments stopped, which is an improvement. he is trying to work himself up to saying her name without breaking down.
╰ * 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍
someone he met as soon as he got into town and got drunk with
someone who spends way too much time with him at the beach
connections from back in new york ? people who knew him before he lost his.
honestly whatever you are thinking could work, could probably work.
𝐚𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐬 ;; days lost to insomnia, fear so overwhelming you can’t breathe, scattered pizza boxes around an empty room, watching the sunrise and sunset from the same place without having moved, forced smile, kind eyes, the way she used to look at you embedded into memory


















