#ft. temperance

[pityous]

🫀 : leah asante @temprnce 📍 : the paez-cooper house 🕰️ : whatever day aura wants / kate & the asantes deem appropriate to stop by

romy is starting to think that pen doesn't actually have a package out for delivery at all, and that she just wanted to get him out of the pool house, when the doorbell finally rings. he's settled in at this point, made a decent indent on his parents' mostly unused couch, so it takes a decent amount of time for him to drag himself to the door "coming. stay right there." the words are mumbled near inaudibly in the voice of someone who definitely doesn't want the delivery man to stay right there as he ties a plush robe over his pajamas. he'll deny it later, sure, but romy actually flinches at the brightness outside, turning his face from the sun the moment he actually got a good look at who was at the door "your parents send you?" he quirks an eyebrow, holding the door open wider and stepping aside to allow leah in "...with soup?" it wasn't the fruit basket he'd been expecting before the realization came that no one would check in on him. why would they?

[frankenbirdz]

— GRAVEBORNE: character intros by @birdywrote

well, here's the gang! this took me a lot longer than i expected, both because work has been kicking my ass and because these guys needed a lot of finalizing (most of them were just names and a collection of vibes lolol), but they're here!! my kids, my darlings my beloveds <333

format stolen from both @goose-books and @childhoodlovers !! the wip intro for graveborne is here and the link to baydew's lovely picrew is right here :D

— taglists.

general: @childhoodlovers @moll-ifluous @svpphicwrites @veneritia

graveborne: @radley-writes @aphaimaniis @mothwriter @piyawrites @plutoslittlecosmos @siarven @starlitpromises-writings @goldenzingy46 @lord-fallen @yuriperhaps

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[pityous]

🫀 : leah asante @temprnce 📍 : leaving bitter end coffee

it's midday. he's on his second coffee. it feels like shit. ever health conscious, romy would much rather have been able to say he'd been able to get through the day off of a mucky green fresh pressed juice— he'd been able to for most of his life, after all. but recent years brought newer stressors, and with them, bad habits that made a hypocrite of him. coffee was a new one, and was quickly passing nicotine, the second newest, for first place. he's on auto pilot honestly, moving without much thought or awareness, and doesn't even notice leah until he's holding the shop door open for her. doesn't consider saying anything until they fall into step down the street. then it's almost a social requirement, an attempt to fall back into himself "you and ezra get home alright last night?"

[pityous]

🫀 : leah asante @temprnce 📍 : by the lifeguard tower

a summer break would be nice, but tonight will have to do. romy's sat on the roof of the lifeguard tower, half watching a keg stand a bit away, and half looking at the schedule on his dim phone screen. there's something sitting low in his gut, unpleasant and cold that cannot be attributed to the warming can of beer in his other hand. dread, anxiety? he knew shouldn't have even been here, but what are these things without romeo? the sight of ezra asante up ahead isn't what moves him (though he's briefly tempted to challenge him to join the idiots at the keg stand), but the more lithe figure he splits off from. romy pockets his phone, climbing down from the roof "leah !" he calls out before hopping over the tower's bannister, approaching her with a smile lacking its usual cockiness. genuine, some might say "hey, i heard you were back in town." if he were honest, romy hoped it wasn't true. not just because leah was a pain in the ass, to keep around and for appearances, but someone deserved to get out of wrensted. a part of him thinks it still could just be a rumor. it is summer, after all "didn't think you'd stop by. to what do we owe the pleasure?"

[ofhermits]

setting : beach house first floor, following kiri's exit from the truth or dare game upstairs status : closed for @temprnce

a burning pool of fresh anger in her stomach has kiri taking the steps to the first floor two at a time, too fast and too loud and too inattentive for her usual demeanor. it's no wonder then that as she lands at the bottom of the stairs and swiftly turns the banister for the downstairs bathroom that she slams right into someone coming the other way. ❝ shit, ow, ❞ kiri grimaces, chest heaving as she sucks in the breath she lost for running into what felt like a chest-height, solid pillar. there is an apology loaded and ready to go, but as they blink their eyes open to see who they even need to apologize to, kiri stops dead short. ❝ leah ? what the hell are you doing here ? ❞ furrowed brows and wondering eyes betray confusion more than anything else. apparently someone hadn't been listening to their mom when she regaled gossip about the asante golden girl returning from nyc.