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[prisonofbone-arch]

closed for: @lilacheavns muse: augustus 'august' hayes, 29, he/him, pansexual, famous actor. paul mescal fc. plot: based off of this!

august  didn’t  mean  for  it  to  come  out.  the  words  simply  slipped  between  them  as  he  stirred  a  drink  already  too  sweet,  the  spoon  clinking  against  ceramic  while  his  thoughts  drifted  in  circles  he  hadn’t  managed  to  escape  for  days.  “we  broke  up,”  he  said,  the  words  soft  enough  that  they  could’ve  been  mistaken  for  an  afterthought.  only  when  silence  pooled  across  the  small  café  table  did  he  look  up,  offering  a  faint,  crooked  smile  that  didn’t  reach  his  eyes.  “a  few  days  ago.  i  didn’t…  want  to  make  a  THING  of  it.”  the  room  around  them  buzzed  with  warm  chatter  and  clattering  cups,  but  none  of  it  seemed  to  touch  him.  not  when  colby  was  sitting  there  across  from  him,  steady  in  that  familiar,  unreadable  way  that  always  made  him  feel  both  exposed  and  oddly  grounded. his  fingers  curled  around  the  mug  for  warmth  he  didn’t  really  feel.  “it  wasn’t  dramatic,”  he  added,  voice  dipping  toward  quiet  resignation.  “she  said  she  wasn’t  sure  she  could  handle  dating  someone  in  the  industry  anymore.”  he  tried  to  shrug,  but  the  motion  fell  short.  for  a  moment,  he  just  watched  the  steam  fade  from  his  cup  before  letting  out  a  low  breath.  “you’re  the  first  person  i’ve  told.  figured  it’d  be  easier  saying  it  to  you.”

[trxuvaille]

OPEN TO: @lilacheavns (based on this)

THE POOL WATER was warm from the sun, slicking down Nathan's arms as he leaned against the edge, a beer bottle resting on the tile behind his shoulder. Music played somewhere off someone's speaker, too far for him to make out the lyrics. The rest of the house was buzzing - their friends inside, making drinks, debating board games, distracted in all the convenient ways. Which was fine; Nathan didn't care about them at that moment, anyway.

He peeked over his shoulder, only once, just enough to check if anyone was looking, and then back to her. Devin. She was sitting at the edge of the pool, legs submerged, ankles brushing where he floated. Same setting as the days that had passed. And yet, tonight, something was different. The air between them was strangely quieter. Heavier. Like the space they kept forcing between one another had finally thinned to nothing. He'd watched her all week - how she kept him at arm's length, how her jokes came with a bite, and her smiles never lasted long. But Nathan wasn't new to people like her. People who thought distance kept them safe. In her case, it just made him notice her more. Especially now, when the conflict in her was practically radiating off her skin.

"It's funny…" he said, voice low as he tilted his head toward her, water dripping from the ends of his hair. "For someone who doesn't want me around, you sure keep showing up everywhere I go." There was a lightness in his tone, but it didn't quite meet the rest of his face, his eyes heavy on her. He looked at her like he was trying to read something that was hidden, skimming for something even she wasn't quite ready to say out loud. Then, he moved. A soft pull forward through the water and his hands rested just beside her thighs, close but not touching. His eyes never left hers - not when he stopped between her knees, not when that bold grin pulled at the corner of his mouth. "What's up with you?" He murmured, an amused look in his eye. He couldn't understand her. She was a riddle, a rather unpredictable one that was driving him insane. "If you want me to back off, just say it." But he didn't move, didn't blink, didn't drop that gaze. Because she hadn't said anything. She hadn't pushed him off. They were playing a game, and he was sure he couldn't follow the rules anymore. He leaned in slowly, his voice a breath against her skin. "You know… We can blame it on the heat later." And still, he didn't touch her. Not yet. But his hands twitched like they wanted to. Like they had already decided what would happen next and were only waiting for her not to stop him.

[callinforyou]

     “ i think it's cute when you act like you hate me so much . it's just so hard to believe when you're beggin' for kisses from me when you're drunk . ”

[ohmylcve]

closed starter for @lilacheavns !

it hadn’t been a hard day at work, but it had been a tiring one. nothing he’d done had pushed him too far, but the little things—the constant demands, the minor details—had drained him more than anything else. still, isabelle was there, and that made everything feel lighter. she was, after all, a great assistant. "you did great today, iz. i knew you were gonna nail it." he winks at her before turning to the bartender, ordering another drink. "and you can drink, alright? no need to act like you're still on the clock. i'm paying either way, so it’s a win-win for you."

[ovriit]

" everythin' okay, darlin' ? " voice rings through the empty shop, fingers absentmindedly flicking through the phone in one hand. thank god for free wifi, would be bored out of his mind otherwise. but just like he does every night that she walks in, beau can't help but set his phone down and watch her every move. " you look like you've had a night. " / @lilacheavns

[tinkrbell]

after cutting his stay at the lake house short last weekend to avoid the aftermath of the consequences of their drunken kisses ( and to further save himself from the aching pain in his chest, he had left a cowardly note in the guest room explaining his absence — he couldn't face briar ), alex had gone back home and threw himself into his work. he spent the past few nights drinking a seemingly endless supply of coffee as he sorted through thousands of photos and edited a couple hundred of them. it was the only way he found that successfully stopped his mind from wandering back to briar, the kisses they shared, and the intense amount of guilt and searing hurt he felt when he relived the immediate aftermath. he was so scared he had messed up their years of friendship. he had been greedy. too consumed and absolutely pathetic for her. sure, she initiated the kiss ( which alex still had a hard time justifying and understanding ), but alex didn't even try to stop it. he didn't know how long briar had been out there and he didn't know how many drinks she had. he had been drunk, but he was sure he had been more sober than she had been. it was a perpetual series of what if's and what-he-should-have-done's, and his mind is so caught up in it that he almost misses the knock on his door. "briar," alex says when he opens the door, clearly a little surprised to see her. he shifts nervously in his spot before opening the door wider, gesturing for her to come in. "i, uh — i didn't realize you'd be dropping by." his apartment was a little more disorganized than it usually was. / @lilacheavns

[trxuvaille]

OPEN TO: @lilacheavns

A SHITSHOW. That's what that party was. His younger brother had just launched another one of his little techy projects. So, of course, the whole family had to be in attendance. It was, like his father said, the respectable thing to do. Andrew sighed; he couldn't care less about respecting Adam. Especially when each of his parties felt like a university edgy gathering - what felt like a thousand teenagers in a lowly lit hip nightclub. The older Cohen couldn't believe he had dragged himself there. The man sipped his drink, reminding himself never to set foot in one of his brother's brand launch parties.

He propped himself on the nearest wall, scanning the place with dark hues. Until someone standing on the other side of the room compelled him to stop. Brown hair, short dark dress, cocktail in hand. Intriguing, he thought while sustaining their glance.

[tinkrbell]

"so, what do you say?" jeanette asks, her gaze locking on jude's for the first time since she had propositioned a favour she barely deserved. this was a dangerous game on her part, but the desperate side of her refused to show up to her cousin's wedding alone. "i know it's last-minute, and you probably never wanted to see me again..." / @lilacheavns