#mateo001

[lola-gutierrez]

Mateo raised his eyebrows at the familiar face. “Princesa Lola Guiterrez. I heard you were taken. It seems this is where everyone is.” He hummed as he set the bag down. “I am already very tired of this island. Is it too much to ask for a bed and for a clean set of clothes? Do these pirates truly live like heathens?”

@mateodelafuente

Lola offered the Argentinian a small smile and a nod to acquiesce to his statement. “Been here for over a year now,” she mentioned. “I don’t wish to be the Debbie downer, for, I’ve never liked those colors on me, but you’re literally saying that to the person who wore the exact same dress they arrived in for six months. So, perhaps I’m really not the best person to offer advice there. However, the rooms part shouldn’t be hard at all! I can help with that.”

[stardustedmalfoy]

The drawing had drawn her in, like a moth to a light, Vasilisa was enchanted by the rich colors and the talent. A year ago that had been her, eagerly drawing the surrounding world, painting beautiful landscapes and portraits. Now, her imagination had run dry.

Moving around the man, she gasped when the color seemed to shimmer, “How did you do that?”

@artistaxaltieri

[frenziedollivander]

The sight of Mateo walking towards him sets Sam off, looking around, he tries to see if there is anyway he can escape his former lover before he reaches his table but leaving now would make it obvious that he is evading him.

So, instead of running, he leans back on his chair and crosses his arms over his chest, pretending to be perfectly unaffected by Mateo’s presence. 

@artistaxaltieri

[skyandwave-blog]

9pm - an abandoned building

@lotvsboy

Ata was shivering in the cold, in the fear, in the heat, in the conflict of everything that was happening, in the separation of her from the rest of the world. She was still shaky from trying to get Soren down from the high ledge he was determined to perch onto, shivering in the cold that was reaching temperatures far higher than anything she was used to, unable to reconcile elements of her brain from the rest of life.

(There was also a temptation - to just run out into the white - to seek freedom for some time, even though it would ultimately bring her death. Would she want to die - as long as it meant she was free?)

She found herself inside one of the abandoned buildings around the Carnival, a gift of a blanket wrapped around her thin shoulders, wishing desperately for a bottle of alcohol to help get her brain to reach something quiet amongst the screaming. 

And alcohol meant Mateo, who had offered a listening ear and a teasing quip every so often, whenever she found herself grasping for vodka as a way of relieving the pressure that built on her chest every day she watched the world roll past without her.

“Hey, Mateo, you don’t happen to have anything to take the chill off of tonight?” She smiled up at him, cheeks red and breathing tight, near the edge of tears from the too-much too-overwhelmed that was spiralling around her, imagining the echo of her mother’s scream, remembering the warmth of the ocean, mind someplace her body wasn’t.

[josephine-atkinson]

Status: closed @mateotorres​

Location: Lockwood Times

Fresh out of a meeting, Josephine has retired to her office, her closed door signifying an unwritten rule amongst the staffers: Do Not Disturb. She uses the alone time to catch her breath, keeping her mind preoccupied by checking the emails that have amassed since she last checked. Something, however, tells her to look up, and what she sees through the glass walls of her office is none other than Mateo Torres. Goddamnit. Sighing, she goes back to reading and waits for her door to open. “Listen, if this is about the piece that went to print, there’s nothing I can do about it, okay? This is a respectable, unbiased news publication. I cannot stop a reporter from working on a piece about the local government simply because you are my father,” Josephine puts an end to it before he even begins, though she has no idea if that’s actually why the mayor has decided to pay her a visit. If it is, then she has no patience for it today, so it’s better to just nip it in the bud. Finally, she looks up from her laptop’s screen, her eyes waiting expectantly on her dad.