#pcllx

[angelharrison]

        ❝  i brought  your shoes !  here ,  ❞  a delicate hand reaches out to give the cream colored bag to the brunette ,  her lips curled into a  warm smile .  ❝  i took care of them as if they’re my own ...  do they come in other colors ?  i think i might want to get one for myself ...  i used to not understand why people care about shoes so much ,  but then i realized how many gorgeous pairs there are out there !  anyway ...  how are you ,  e ?  did you end up with a hangover as well ?  ❞  /  @pcllx

[iscldes-blog]

LOCATION: ice skating rink at kungsträdgården. STATUS: closed for @pcllx !

outdoor ice skating rinks aren’t exactly novel to isolde, who’s spent many christmases ice skating at the rockerfeller center, but when she had heard about the rink at kungsträdgården, she knew that she just had to go. of course, she can’t go alone—aside from how lonely that would be, isolde’s never been good at ice skating, and being allowed to skate on her own is more of a hazard than anything else. naturally, the first person she had thought to ask to accompany her is esme. sure, ice skating with an olympic figure skater probably makes her look worse than she already is, but isolde enjoys watching esme as she skates; even without the fancy costumes, esme never fails to look absolutely ethereal on the ice.

or she would, if isolde let go of her hand for longer than two seconds at a time. thankfully, the rink isn’t too crowded—unsurprising, since it’s already march—which dramatically reduces the risk of her getting knocked over by anyone who so much as brushes against her. still, despite the agonisingly slow pace they’re moving at, isolde’s enjoying herself, and it shows in the grin she sports as she turns to her friend. ‘ thanks for coming with me, ’ she says, ‘ i promise you won’t have to take me to the emergency room this time. ’

[poiscnveined-blog]

@pcllx​ 

“this is real risque here, esme. you and me, sittin’ at a table, eating brunch? almost unheard of.” he chances a look outside at the snow, the unenviable cold behind the warmth of their too-expensive brunch location. he’s looking back up soon as the waiter comes by with their food and he smiles, winks at them before directing his words towards esme again. “you’re lucky this place’s specialty is both being discreet... and mimosas.” he picks up the glass of said mimosa and lifts it in toast towards her. “to your good health.”

[iscldes-blog]

LOCATION: apartment on fifth ave. STATUS: closed for @pcllx !

isolde has no idea how she’s managed to get herself into this situation. actually—scratch that, she knows exactly how it happened, just doesn’t want to admit that she had been dumb enough to fall for it. she leans against the wall at the edge of the kitchen, watching the blond man—eric, or something—rifling around his cupboards in search of pasta, even though she had told him that she wasn’t hungry.

he had seemed nice enough when he’d stopped her on the street, sounding nothing but sincere when he mentioned that his niece was a big fan of hers and it was her birthday next week and if it wasn’t too much trouble, could she please sign the gift ? she had taken one look at him—in his nice dress shirt and neatly pressed pants—and figured he seemed decent enough, agreeing to follow him back to his place to sign the gift for his niece. 

isolde’s never been the paragon of good decisions.

‘ hey, can i use your bathroom real quick ? ’ she calls out; he’s too distracted to notice that her gaze is wandering around his apartment, searching for an escape route. ‘ yeah, sure, ’ he replies, voice almost drowned out by the sound of the pot being filled with water, ‘ it’s just down the hall, first door to your left. ’ she thanks him half-heartedly before hurrying to the bathroom, locking the door behind her and pulling her phone out. 

she navigates to her list of recent contacts, hitting the name right at the top without really looking, assuming that it’s probably kai—god knows the number of times he’s had to bail her out of similar situations over the years. the phone rings a little longer than usual, but isolde doesn’t really have the time to really ponder that when the call connects and esme’s voice filters through. the confusion lasts only for a split-second before desperation engulfs it. ‘ i need you to call me in like a minute with a fake emergency, ’ the plea falls from her lips in a rush, ‘ i’ll explain later. ’

[angelharrison]

☎

NAME:  esme t. 🥂

RINGTONE:  downtown / petula clark

sms:  you did !  don’t worry ,  they’re in a better state than us !  😂😂😂sms:  dignity ????  does that still exist ???  can’t remember where i left mine !sms:  of course !  tell me where and i’ll meet you there !

[angelharrison]

(ask meme) andromeda, hercules

andromeda:  what things make you happy?  what’s a ‘good day’ to you?

hercules:  what’s the worst thing you’ve done to get what you want?

     ❝  what makes me happy …  i don’t know.  people,  maybe ?   i like watching them interact,  it inspires me.  a good day to me is a day outside at the central park,  drinking a frappuccino and listening to music while dodging anyone who tries to flirt with me.  kind of like i’m in a movie,  but not really.  if not that, another good day would be one where i just watch movies with my cat  —  hopefully some classic drama or rom - com.  the worst thing i’ve done to …  oh,  well,  i’m kind of boring in that department.  i guess the worst thing i ever did was try to run away from home.  i’ve also lied to my parents a lot,  but haven’t we all ?  ❞