#pallestein

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Victor tried not to turn any redder, lest someone confuse him with one of the flashing lights hanging above the stage. He moved around awkwardly, not knowing how to dance.This is what he got for pretending that a night out sounded like the most appealing idea in the world to him, while trying to make random friends. “I’ll be back in a minute!” He screamed, walking to the bar and cursing under his breath, when he noticed a familiar brunette hanging there. “Can I buy you your next drink, miss?” He asked, approaching Megara and hoping he didn’t sound like an idiot. 

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[meg-pavlis]

@highly-functioning-frankenstein

Meg wiped the flour from her forehead with a content sigh, unaware she had just drawn a bigger streak over it. She finished placing the Cypriot Flaounes in a decorative dish on the kitchen island as her husband came in “Hey, Vic. I finally made the dish I promised you weeks ago...ignore the burnt pans if you truly do love me.” She grinned.

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Victor’s eyes narrowed as they focused on the rickety fortune wheel, he worried his lip a little before finally speaking his mind. “It looks like it would have optimal view of the beach... but also like it could propel us straight into that beach from about 40 feet above the ground.” He indicated. “So, uh, want to give it a try?”

@meg-pavlis​

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Victor sat at the Picasso Museum’s cafeteria, browsing the little map and trying to rest his feet before getting back up, his coffee cup already empty. He’d thought going to all of the museums in one day, on his own, was a good idea, but now that he was at the last one, he was regretting that decision. A text interrupted his train of thought and he looked down at his phone, wondering if it was Ellie. No. I see you. What did that mean, exactly? Was it to be taken literal or was it some kind of metaphor? He wondered as he looked around, his eyes catching the familiar looking brunette and his mouth falling into a familiar wide grin as he stood up and headed for her, trying to keep his head from exploding. “I see you too.” 

@meg-eurydice

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“Good morning.” Victor stopped to think if randomly approaching someone you knew at a coffee shop was weird and then shrugged it off. Too late to backtrack. “I, um, saw you here and I saw your cup was almost empty so I got you the sweetest coffee I could think of.” 

@meg-pavlis

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First Things First || Pallestein

Victor walked into the library, nervously pulling at the sleeves of his old sweater. His mom had given it to him a couple of years ago and even if it was frayed, it was one of his favorites still. The blue brought out his eyes, his mother used to say. Victor really didn’t care about that, but it was really comfortable and reminded him of home. He’d been nervous today, which is why he had chosen it today, since for some reason he was pretty nervous. He’d been on some study dates before, with some of the few people he could actually stand discussing with. That’s what he was supposed to be doing now, as far as he knew. A study date with Megara. They’d agreed to meet at the library and go somewhere from there. He arrived five minutes early and waited on the steps, actually almost choking when he saw her approaching and noticed how she looked. He blinked a couple of times, forcing himself to stay calm. “Good evening.” He greeted her, hoping he wan’t blushing. 

@meg-eurydice

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The News || Pallestein

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There was nothing she hated more than the spot in which she was sitting; her hands securely holding Victor’s as she felt the small gap of the chairs in the office was an unnecessary ocean between them. They really hadn’t said much once they were left alone in the office. When Victor finally told her about his health, all she wanted to do was find a way to take all of his pain away. She cursed whomever she needed to at the fact a good man like him had to suffer through such a destiny; outcome or no outcome, Victor deserved so much more than the hand he had been dealt.

Meg dreaded hearing the pair of steps walking down the hall and approaching the room, sighing to distract herself from any thought that wasn’t close to a hopeful outlook. The woman slowly separated her head, looking up at her husband’s eyes with the glint of a sad smile on her lips. “I love you. You know that, right?”

[meg-pavlis]

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Meg took her sunglasses off as she entered the building, aching to take the bag off her shoulders as she tried to find and empty table to work on. She smirked as she spotted a certain guy, he looked quite invested in whatever he was doing. The brunette let her bag fall to the floor at the side of the table, sitting down in the chair right in front of Victor. “Hi. You look familiar.”