#levmovska

[bcysdontcry]

CLOSED STARTER for @levmovska. LOCATION / SETTING: Halloween event at Faux Folie, near the bar(?)

Tonight's theme: reuniting with a healthy dash of nostalgia to warm the heart—or it starts that way, at least.  Silas had already bumped into two old friends and the pleasantries were, still are, buzzing around a not so sober mind.  As he's all too aware of, anything good must come to an end, and he's stopped dead in his tracks upon spotting this particular familiar face.  For a split second, he's convinced he can taste his heart in his throat, and the temptation to flee brews inside.

But, he's already ran before, hasn't he? When presented with fight or flight, he always chooses incorrectly.  Tonight, he wants to make the right choice, or attempt to if nothing else.  It's with a deep breath and a wish to no one in particular that it didn't have to be tonight of all nights that he approaches Lev.

"Suppose letting me buy you a drink isn't on the table, yeah?" He sounds meek saying it and he's almost positive his voice cracked ever so slightly.  Still, he can stand tall and play pretend while he's able to.

[theangellies]

Location: Faux Folie Status: Closed ( @levmovska )

The costume that Val had graced the club floor with is nothing short of opulent in the way only Valentine Dupont can be - at both times ridiculous and beautiful. Dark, femme, bohemian. They're doing a twirl with a hand gingerly making sure the large mushroom head doesn't fall off. "See I told ya, absolutely phantasmic." Turquoise dress that hangs low on a broad and flat chest, a robe of sorts that hovers on arms dotted in little tattoos. "Now tell me what the fuck ye're dressed as?" A hand reaches out already to feel the collar.

[felixsecada]

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💢 ANGER - what are some habits they have that will take some getting used to?

His incessant gum and toothpick chewing. Ever since he quit smoking, he has to do something and he's traded one addiction for another. He tries not to make too many annoying, terrible sounds, but it's not something he's gonna stop.

[lucian-brown]

FOR: @levmovska WHEN: 31st of August, 2025. WHERE: Manhattan. Outside. Early afternoon. WEATHER: Rainy, foggy, cold.

September was quietly creeping in, approaching with that drop in the temperature that bit at his skin, rather than swam against it, and, like a thief, drove itself up the sleeve of his coat. Attempting to steal the little heat he was trying to keep for himself. He'd have to swap this one out soon, find out that dusty box under the bed that he only ventured into once Autumn came. Still, it slipped in quietly, and the skyline of New York wasn't as visible as it had been yesterday, Lucian noted.

Then came the rain. It the kind that slanted in sideways, trying to make it hard to see. And he knew he had two options, one being that he dipped under that doorway or he kept walking until he came to a cafe. His stomach, not a second later, rumbled. That was all he needed to confirm the next move he'd make.

His feet started moving. Umbrellas bloomed, people dashed, and he walked at a steady, normal pace. Unless he was in the gym, in the ring, or defending his people...he ran for fucking no one. Work was on his mind, but when was it not? His personal life? Well, that wasn't much of anything to talk about recently....but as he turned the corner, coming up to his friend, Juliet's bakery.

He stopped. Dead.

"Y'know me, never really been one to believe in the paranormal or shit...and I didn't know ghosts existed in real time, but fuck me..." he scoffed. "I'm looking right at fucking one of em'."

[elizabeaufort]

hc🤥

❛ I met this person on the streets. They asked for my name and I lied about my name. Sometimes I like to lie about my name to people I'm pretty sure I would never see them ever again. Little did I know this person ended up at the club months later. They asked about my real name, I told them the truth and they didn't believe me. Anyway, they gave me a big tip that day. ❜

Thematic Headcanons.

[ariaboughton]

❛ i would gladly let you drag me to hell. ❜ (sam)

Aria stops mid drag off of her cigarette, blows the smoke out before even inhaling. Of all the things to say - She turns towards him with confused, narrowed eyes. "Me dragging you?" She doesn't wait for confirmation, just laughs, shaking her head.

"Sam, you already brought me to hell." There's no malice or ill will in her voice, if anything she's just.. weirdly amused. As shitty as things have been, there's also been a lot of good. She licks her lips, attempts another drag - taking her time with it to savor the burn of the smoke, and the menthol at the back of her throat.

"Where could I even take you that would be lower?"

@samburman

[felixsecada]

∗ 24﹕ an angry text . (alma)

felix: what the fuck did you expect me to do? felix: jesus fuckin' christ, alma. i'm not doing all this shit for fun.

@almaestrada

[lararivkin]

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🔥 FIRE - do they have any self destructive tendencies? what habits do they have that hinder them from becoming their best self?

She's absolutely terrible at forming real connections, and will do everything she can do self-sabotage something before it becomes something she just doesn't want to deal with. Over the years, she's cost herself a lot of good friendships, good what-could-have-been's, simply because she's afraid. Everyone is kept at arm's length, pushed away with humor or just a refusal to engage. Her inner circle is ridiculously small. Of course, she doesn't see any of this as a problem or 'self-destructive' in the least. To her, it's just important for her to be career-minded. In an attempt to not follow in her mother's footsteps, she's well on her way to end up in the exact same place.