#premleague

[spicegrrrlarch]

there had been a time, about a hundred years ago or so, when santiago would've sworn up and down that he'd never return to england, let alone london. initially, it'd begun as necessity, as him having to escape perhaps being recognised by someone and on a lesser scale, the grief of the friends he'd had there after his alleged funeral. but he doesn't now want to think about life in paris, or worse, like all those decades before paris. london was convenient now, with a thriving theatre scene and some of the more luxurious of venues to attend, so he'd made himself comfortable. for now.

the interior of veine is all too familiar by now, he even greets the doorman by name as he slips in, toting his little lamb of a friend behind him as usual. the second they're inside, he mutters something to caterina without his voice before watching her, sightless, melt into the groups of people -- she'd be making herself right out back, he was sure, but not before batting her little eyes at someone to follow her, to stick themselves in a donation chair. he rolls his shoulders and makes his own way past people, ignoring most of the humans, greeting other vampires and then.. he reaches his destination (one of them, of course) and his hand stretches out to touch the waist of the other man, a human yes but - well, one that had some use. "theo." he greets with a smile, dazzling as usual he's sure, "here i was thinking you'd be tucked away in some little corner, it's like you knew i was coming." @premleague

[mazur5s]

" right, kid. let's chat. " jon's had ducky warming up, doing various exercises and perhaps a few more for keeping his sister out late the night previous -- he was just doing his duty in that respect, afterall. he tosses a water bottle to the younger player before huffing as he settles on a bench, " you tell me about that luton match, why don't you? tell me about how it felt, how you played, what went well, what didn't, all of that. " it was hardly a painful game, but he got more minutes than jon had imagined. mazur's watched the match twice already since, once for the team's sake and once for ducky's specifically, making mental notes. " uh, no, that wasn't an invitation to sit down. sit ups. " @premleague

[leaguepremarch]

@premleague asked : do you really have to go? ( ducky )

she's curled against him on his bed, her t - shirt strewn and forgotten somewhere, his is probably crumpled up there alongside it -- her fingertips drag up and down his bicep, pouting a little, " well i should... " this was the third time in half an hour one of them pushed her leaving back and she'd sworn not to let him work his magic this time, and yet.. " your brother and sister might not like my cramping your guys' style. " her words are spoken now against his shoulder, eyes closing for a brief moment. " and my dad is goin' to go mental if i'm late to dinner.. " but she makes no effort to move, laying there in her jeans and bra, huffing a little, " though, don't you just haaate it when rehearsals overrun? "

[parker66]

" you know you can't avoid me forever, right? 'cause that's what it feels like y'doin'. you a wimp, ayoade? " @premleague.

[spicegrrrlarch]

the capulets were known party-throwers. it was perhaps a pride thing, being as into politics as her mother and music as her father, where they had to host these grandiose parties to impress and bring together the powerful people of their respective fields.. sure, the elbow-rubbing was a goal, but the notoriety was really what they were chasing.

masks. this had been her cousin's idea - all of them swirling around the large house in outfits that cost too much and masks that were on loan from illustrious costume departments or made especially for the faces they sat on. juliet's had been made by her own hand, a thin clay that might snap if she treated it poorly, that was painted and glazed so carefully, taking hours in her beloved studio. it goes well with her simple dress, a floral one she'd had for years but never quite found chance to wear.

most of the evening she spent being hunted down by paris, by laughing at jokes of faceless people, guessing who lay behind the mask and sighing when they shattered the illusion by introducing themselves with too much enthusiasm. she was glad to find respite in a room, still packed with bodies, where a younger crowd seemed drawn to - perhaps it was the large collection of vinyl being cracked up as loud as possible to muffle the sounds of the home outside. they weren't familiar to her, some of them - there goes tybalt, charming people as ever, then a few loud laughs draw her eyes away and she settles her gaze on the person who perhaps caused it to happen? her smile lifts, quickly looking away from the pretty curls and cheeky smile, stepping over to the decks to mind that someone wasn't scratching her father's beloved vinyl. @premleague

[spicegrrrlarch]

"no, i'm sorry i just -" noa huffs quietly, having been trying to pay proper attention, but her agent said he'd ring her with news about a role she'd gone up for -- galinda the good witch. imagine! her in wicked. she puts her phone away into her bag and splays both hands flat on the table - it was nice, this. heading out to e pellicci's for a nice breakfast, maximising their break, before getting busy with family and everything else. it was exciting, to her, that their relationship was blossoming more and more every day into something larger - they were on the same page about kids, marriage.. neither of her siblings ever showed an interest, but she was all too keen on that. on what their parents have. "sorry, cal. babe. i was listening, i'm just.. well, anyway. no. what'd you say again?" @premleague.

[spicegrrrlarch]

juliet wakes slowly, with a stretch. her clothes are gone, she'd not bothered getting dressed again once the two of them had gotten to his late the night before and she'd dragged romeo into the shower - on the bedside table, her phone lays beside her jewelry, turned off in case tyb could somehow trace her location through it. she doesn't know what time it is, doesn't want to turn on her phone to see, but there's light seeping in from behind the blinds and her stomach growls, so she goes for after midday. for a second she just stays still, trying to process the night (her cheek is sore, she hopes it didn't bruise). juliet capulet no longer. not even through marriage but through her absconding. realising that tybalt 1) knows exactly where she's at but 2) wouldn't dare come this side of the city even under these circumstances, juliet turns her phone back on and the sound of its constant vibration is what soundtracks the next ten minutes.

rolling onto her side, jules tries putting the thought aside (it was welcome, but the memory of being chased by her own dogs is not) as she reaches out and touches the naked shoulder of her romeo, fingers drifting down his side, the curve of his hip. he's there, he's solid, they made it out. shuffling closer, juliet snakes her arm over him and she closes her eyes, forehead pressed against the back of his neck, hand pressed against the warmth of his stomach, "are you awake yet?"

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[leaguepremarch]

she's lounging in his bed; he hadn't minded her visiting while he was gone, he'd said and she wanted to spend time with master edward and her place was equally empty with jon gone. she's laying there, edward tucked up at her side when the door goes and she rolls over from her phone where she had been texting callum to tell his brother or sister that she was going to be gone soon, but the figure in the doorway makes her pause and then squeal, jumping up onto the bed as edward realises what's going on, " you're back! " @premleague.