#ft.silkeared

[writtcn]

the old haunt, ft. utp ( @silkeared )

sebastian is not usually one for drinking outside the comfort of his own home, preferring the coziness and companionship offered by the familiar place — but on occasion he'll venture to one of the bars or pubs in town and see what they have on offer. usually coinciding with trivia and quiz nights, since he's in town for those anyway.

tonight is one of those adventurous nights — though in saying that, he's nursing a glass of stout that is exactly the same as what's in the fridge at home. it's more about the company than the drinks this time.

“ ... and then the bitchass had the audacity to call me an idiot, as if they weren't the one who couldn't be arsed to look at the roast level indicator on the goddamn menu board. ” he concludes his passionate retelling of the day's most aggravating customer — someone who wanted a light roasted coffee and ordered the darkest thing on the menu — and takes a sip of his drink, looking expectantly at his companion to await a response.

[tndrhearts]

Closed Starter for @silkeared - Ender Location: Neon Ink

Neon Ink was one of the many buildings that had took the longest to reopened. When they did Adonis made sure he was one of their first customers, more specifically Ender’s first one. He noticed her at her station and took a seat in the now empty spot. “You owe me a piercing sweets.” he joked, flashing her his pearly whites.

[tndrhearts]

Closed starter for @silkeared Jasper Location: Aphelion Books

Walking through the doors of the bookstore Lyric always felt like a new person. Given everything that happened she was glad that the books was left untouched. There was one particular book she was looking for and hoped that the clerk would be able to help her. With a little pep in her step she leaned against the counter saying softly "Boo~!" then she laughed, "I'm sorry , I couldn't help myself but I know this going to sound weird.." Lyric played into her last statement by looking around like what she was about to say next was some top secret shit, "Do you have a book on the town history - better yet like map of some sort?" 

[writtcn]

somewhere in portum, ft. utp ( @silkeared )

it's mid-evening, the town quieting down for the night as cristian strolls back from the shops towards his boat, bag of groceries in hand. the normalcy that has descended after the bonfire is unsettling, but life goes on — even if he's still looking over his shoulder more than normal, even if the lingering sense of foreboding hasn't quite abated.

quiet footsteps behind xem have cris ever so slightly on guard — or at least, more on guard than normal, xe never really relaxes fully — until the figure appears in xyr peripheral vision. “ i would think that with all that has happened this year, you might have learned to step more loudly, ” xe says idly.

[writtcn]

rosie's diner, ft. jasper ( @silkeared )

rosie's is always something of a source of comfort for sebastian. the smell of hot food in the air, the low murmur of conversation throughout the seating area, the strictly-enforced neutrality — it's nice, relaxing even, especially when the air outside is fog-laden and stifling. he flips through the menu absentmindedly, already decided on what he's having but wanting something to fidget with nonetheless. “ you decided what you're getting ? ” bas asks his companion. “ my shout. ”

it's been a while since he and jasper have had time to just hang out, especially with everything going on at the moment. he's still swung by the bookshop to say hi — and deliver his friend's daily hot chocolate — but it's not the same. especially because he's hesitant to stay and chat at the bookstore, it feels like some kind of sacred silent place or something. “ how's life ? ” it doesn't begin to encompass the number of things he could say, the number of things they could talk about, but bas would rather let jasper decide how much ( or little ) to say. he knows he can be a lot, and his friends aren't always up to bas-at-full-ball kinds of energy.