Dec 18, 2017
when the door triggers the bell , a small smile flutters across aurora’s lips. she lets him situate himself at his usual table , finishing a different customer’s drink before walking over. ❛ hey , your usual ? ❜ / @lovcdandlost
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when the door triggers the bell , a small smile flutters across aurora’s lips. she lets him situate himself at his usual table , finishing a different customer’s drink before walking over. ❛ hey , your usual ? ❜ / @lovcdandlost
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"this is boring. and hopeless.” she dropped her textbook on the table, leaning back against her chair with a sigh. “why’d you invite me over, anyway? it’s not like you need any help studying.” she arched a brow pointedly. “unless i’m here as part of some charity case. which is still hopeless, because i’m pretty sure one study sesh isn’t gonna keep me from failing this class, y’know?”
❝ what’s the weirdest crap you’ve had to deal with on duty ? ❞ they’ve ALL got stories , after all ; it comes with the territory .
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“leo! my love! my wonderful friend whom i treasure so dearly! my scottish half! i got a question, but i can’t ask it if you can’t keep a secret.”
MOODBOARD ↪ Amy & Tyler ( @lovcdandlost )
@lovcdandlost | 4 the dragon dad | sc.
“charlie!” physically, piper has had astronomically better days, but she’s barely given herself a break; she just got back from australia, and australia was... eventful, to say the least. “fuck, if you aren’t a sight for sore eyes.”
HEIGHT MEME: 5'4 - jemma, 6' - aeron, 5'11 - hannah, 5'3 - nora barefoot, 5'6ish - nora wearing heels as she Always does, 5' - aurelie // @analyticallyminded
"sit down. right now." from jules // @lovcdandlost
if the blow to his head hadn’t been enough to leave benji confused, jules’ voice taking on a hard, authoritative edge certainly does the trick. it’s enough of a surprise that he obeys, dropping down into the dining chair that had been pulled out for him with all the grace of a puppet suddenly cut from its strings. “s’fine, julien, not as bad as it looks.” and it does look bad, he can admit. the entire right side of his face is sticky with drying blood, dripping from a cut just above his temple. there’s a blood vessel broken in his eye, too, if the familiar feeling of pressure below the lid is anything to go by. the location, combined with the alcohol in his system, isn’t helping matters either; he’d walked over half an hour to get back to aeron’s and it’s still bleeding, albeit sluggishly. abruptly, his thoughts — stuttering and lurching like a dying engine — coalesce long enough for him to make a realization.
“why are you even here?” it’s late, and he doesn’t see bastien anywhere either. his head gives a nasty throb and he decides, suddenly, that that’s for the best. “where’s aeron?” not that he wants to worry aeron either. he’d hoped he could get in and showered without waking him, had been woefully unprepared for a certain blond cajun to be sprawled out on the couch in the living room. “fuck- don’t.. don’t wake him up. i’m fine, jules.” the uncharacteristic nickname escapes him without permission, but he barely notices, lowering his head to rest it on the table, shielding his eyes from the light.