#int:des.

[malicieuses]

Perhaps it was childish, holding onto some kind of teenage longing that was somehow still so fresh in his mind. Much like most of his scars, this one came with a story he didn’t speak. Instead, he’d suffered the childish heartbreak in silence, well...silence right up until he’d somehow been shackled into being their date for the wedding. Last he checked, there was a boyfriend somewhere, and the irony in that was not lost on him.

“Did you lose all your good taste after you turned sixteen, or do you enjoy attending celebrations of loveeee and commitment on your own?” The question was poised with enough sarcasm to soften the blow, and there was a certain charm in the grin that easily appeared on unshaven features. “I’m told weddings are the best time for hook ups, so I mean..I get it.”

@astridiiisms

/&& STARTER CALL.

[malicieuses]

Success was a strange feeling, one that hadn’t quite found the right place to settle somewhere under his skin. Often, Desmond found himself slipping back into his old, dangerous habits. Those same habits had been perfectly acceptable when his name and face wasn’t plastered all over social media. Fame had been the end goal, but it just came with so much fucking baggage. Either way, by the way he was pacing the hallway in the bus, you’d assume the man had been cooped up for days.

“All I want, is a bacon cheeseburger in some shitty dive bar, washed down with bottom shelf whiskey and possibly a little strange in the bathroom.” At least...he was honest. “Personally, I don’t think that’s too much to ask.” Granted, at this point he was sure he was talking to himself, considering the simple fact that he assumed everyone else had dispersed for the night, into the venue or the hotel. Both were entirely too boring, and damn had he fallen in love with his own misery.

@gccdbyelxve​

/&& STARTER CALL.