#gcldensage

[silverskies]

who: eve & eli | @gcldensage where + when: white coat gala, sept 5th.

she's trying very hard not to freak out about this. he called it a date, she's wearing white, they're out together in a way that she can't stop her mind from wandering to what would have been their wedding. it's not clear what's going on between them anymore -- but her overnight bag waiting in his hotel room paints a picture. once the formalities of the evening are done and the dancing has begun (and she's had enough drinks to stop worrying about the big picture, and enjoy the moment), she finds herself standing in front of eli once more. her mouth quirks into a smile, finding herself feel far more at ease now that she's back with him. "dance with me, elijah." she instructs in a soft voice, hand outstretched for him to take. though she's not certain where they stand, she's going to let herself enjoy this moment -- especially when the voice in the back of her head tells her it may not last longer than a night.

[silverskies]

eve murphy & eli agosto | @gcldensage ❛ let’s just forget about them, and let’s focus on you. and how perfect you are. ❜

having halloween off is a relief, feeling like a much needed breather — sure, she’s still exhausted from the long hours, but right now? she’s comfortably drunk, feeling light despite regretting not wearing a proper pair of pants. dressing as holly golightly had felt like a great idea before the sun set, and the cool breeze took over. however, she loved to see eli in suit -- especially when he seemed to still have the jacket on, and she could steal it. the alcohol hasn't warmed her up enough, though it has her giving eli a lopsided grin when she spots him across the room. she makes a beeline for him, enjoying the way finding him in a crowd leaves her calmer rather than on edge. "have i ever told you how good you look in a suit?" she greets him, immediately stepping into his space. her arms wrap around his middle under his jacket, warmed by his body heat. after a moment a laugh follows, head tipped back to look up at him. "and i totally forgot to get our drinks on the way back."

[gcnetics]

who: priya & eli | @gcldensage where: the third floor resident's lounge

priya hadn’t exactly planned on running into eli tonight, not when she's still catching her breath from the whirlwind of the gala. it's one thing to stand at eve’s side while she floats back into orbit around him, another to now face him without her roommate as a buffer. she leans against the counter in the nearly empty residents’ lounge, mug of stale coffee warming her hands more than her insides. her eyes flick up as eli walked in, and for a moment she debates slipping out before conversation can find her, but running isn't an option anymore, not with eve committed to figuring things out between them.

“you know,” she starts, tone dry but not unkind, “i was going to say congratulations, but that feels a little weird coming from me. so instead i’ll say good luck. with her.” her lips curve just faintly, a shadow of a smile that doesn't quite reach her eyes. there's a beat, heavy and awkward, before she tips her head, studying him with a curiosity she’d been avoiding. “so… how’s it feel? first official pvmc outing as... whatever you guys are?” she doesn't bother to soften the question, doesn't bother to pretend it's casual.

when he doesn't immediately answer, she smirks, the expression edged with challenge. “don’t worry, this isn’t some kind of cross-examination. you can say whatever.” a pause. then, in a low mock-solemn voice, she adds (in her worst eli impression), “i refuse to answer on the grounds that i don’t want to.” the words hang between them, teasing, but priya’s gaze stays steady, waiting to see whether he’ll laugh, bristle, or do something else entirely.

[silverskies]

who: cyrus cruz & eli agosto | @gcldensage when & where: september 23rd, the er.

"elliott. c'mere." he words are barked order, glancing over his shoulder to eli, nodding for him to come over to where cyrus is. does he know that teaching is part of his job? yes. but he's never enjoyed it -- fear of god put in him by sullivan or not. regardless, he has no choice but to teach these stupid fucking interns, even if they make him want to rip his hair out. this patient is the perfect person for it -- the guy needs a few stitches on his leg, and couldn't be less interested now that the area is numbed. he's far more interested in the game on his phone, not so much as looking up when cyrus called for the intern. once eli is by his side, cyrus continues. "your sutures look like shit. i'm gonna teach you how to do it right." he speaks definitively, not caring if the intern is interested or not.

[pinkauras]

@gcldensage / hollis westbrook & zoya singh.

hollis slips away from the crowd as the applause dies down and people begin to disperse into social groups or out onto the dance floor. she heads over to the bar where the crowd has thinned, nursing a fresh whiskey that she doesn't really want right now but needs all the same. sullivan's speech had been a gut punch, every mention of restructuring hitting heavier than the last. she'd spotted zoya lingering near a cocktail table and figured, for some reason, it might be easier to drift her way rather than stand alone with her nerves. "nothing like champagne and hor d'oeurves to wash down the threat of unemployment," she rolls her eyes, offering a smile. "talk about a mood killer."

[pinkauras]

@gcldensage / dinah alvarez & franny spencer.

usually dinah doesn't come to this thing. it's far, far out of her comfort zone and normally she is more than happy to sit it out. but she had been roped in by cyrus and now she finds herself here, contemplating how upset he'd be if she suggested they bolt as soon as dinner is done. she smooths down the front of her dress, gaze sweeping out across the sea of people. "this is a little ridiculous," she hums, looking over at franny. "we're just here to smile and look pretty so the donors are more likely to write a fat cheque." she snags a glass of champagne off the tray of a passing waiter, leaning back against the bar. "please tell me you're planning on making fun of these people with me, otherwise i'm going to need to go find new company."

[silverskies]

who: eve & elijah | @gcldensage where: eve's house, july 21st

she has no idea what she's doing. it’s not clear what they are to one another anymore — they’re talking, eve takes that as a good point. the fact that he’s not ignoring her, that he wants anything to do with her feels like a step in the right direction. though, it’s left her confused… they’ve flirted, they matched on tinder, they cuddled in the on call room. the latter especially threw her for a loop — considering they haven’t spoken about it, and she can’t let herself acknowledge how at peace she’d felt that night. every time her mind wandered back to it, a guilt followed closely behind, reminding her that she doesn’t deserve that kind of tenderness from him. not anymore.

but he agreed to come over, which has led her to pacing around the kitchen like a mad woman. why did she offer to make food? why was she so nervous? this entire night has the makings of a date, even if neither will say so. eve doesn’t have that expectation — even though she can’t deny that she finds her gaze wandering to his arms when he’s changing in the locker room, or his lips when he’s reading off information about a patient from a chart. the idea of being alone with him for the evening (even though, technically speaking, her roommates were just hiding upstairs) had her stomach in knots. she’s following his pace, letting him set the tone — while she tries desperately to not dwell on her own internal monologue.

she's frantically moving around the downstairs of the house when the doorbell rings -- arms full of odds and ends she decided to clean up while waiting for his arrival. "one second," eve calls out, quickly shoving the blanket, books, and pair of shoes in her arms into the hall closet. pushing hands through her hair, she takes a deep breath and moves to the front door, silently willing her heartbeat to calm down. "hey," eve greets him once the door is open, hoping that her tone sounds more calm and casual than she feels. (elijah has always been good at reading her, the blonde has a feeling he can see her nerves all over her face.) after standing there for a moment too long, she lets him in, stepping back from the door as he walks in. "i put a pizza in the oven," she starts, "it's one of those frozen ones... i figured you haven't all day, either."

[pinkauras]

@gcldensage / sienna zhang & eli agostos.

working with eli is awkward, to say the least. she knows him — knew him in the time before all of this. had slept on his couch when she'd come to visit eve when they were in different states for med school. and now she has no idea what the hell went down between the two but knows that, out of loyalty, she is team eve. which means... she's supposed to hate him, right? hating your best friends ex is like tradition. but is that still the case when they've been reunited for all of two minutes and seem to be picking up where they left off? it's all very confusing. she's not sure if she's even supposed to talk about it but she finds herself alone with eli now and there's suddenly no other thoughts in her head. "so...." she drawls out, plastic fork tapping against the cafeteria table top. "you and eve are...." she trails off, a brow arching upward hoping he will fill in the blanks for her.