#rachalcx

[swiindlerfox]

continued from here - @rachalcx

"I already said it was an accident. What, do you think I'm some kind of animal?" An obvious joke to make and one that Rang himself didn't even find funny but he also couldn't let the opportunity pass by.

"How much was it? I might just pay you back — I'm in a good mood."

[nepowarlock]

@rachalcx asked : ❛ well? how do i look? ❜

Micah smiled, his eyes taking in Rachel as they stood in front of him. "Stunning." He smiled. It was true. She looked beautiful. "Come on. Give me a turn." Growing p with a famous mother he was used to spending hours watching people try on clothes. "Give me a little strut or something." He said leaned against a pillow.

[boriys-a]

@rachalcx plotted starter

The day of the field trip had finally rolled around, Boris having thrown himself onto the seat beside Rachel on the school bus when he saw Reggie, the rich guy who he’d seen Rachel checking out a few times, eyeing the empty space; a sly cut of the eyes in Reggie’s direction making it very clear that he wasn’t going to move. The camping trip was to last for one week, and with the trip came the promise of free food, company, and maybe some stupid activities.

At the campground, which smelled strongly of campfires from surrounding areas where people were roasting food over their fire pits, Boris had just finished setting up his tent when he noticed Rachel struggling with their own and growing increasingly frustrated with it. Shoelaces dragged through dirt and fallen leaves as he made his way over to her, watching for only a moment (he couldn’t help it, it was funny!) before approaching. The teachers were busy helping other students who were also struggling with setting up, so he would take it upon himself to help Rachel.

❝ Is this your first time? You look like you are going to kill someone, ❞ Boris snorted, picking up one of the poles and sliding it carefully through the sheath on the fabric part, which would begin to form the skeleton. ❝ It looks harder than it is. ❞ The second pole was slid through, making an X shape with the pair of them. ❝ Now you just have to put them in these holes at the bottom corners to make it stand. Easy, yah? ❞ Afterwards, once they were all set up and because it was still early in the day, there was probably some sort of activity planned, or perhaps they would simply get a tour of the area and start tomorrow.

[10ccs]

@rachalcx​ said: "this was a bad idea." 

"it’s gonna be fine.” 

he’s trying to go incognito—sunglasses on, a baseball cap, and an old jacket he found at the back of his closet that he hasn’t worn in years are part of the disguise. with the album release coming up, it’s been a lot harder to avoid attention not just from the media but everyone. 

it’s a valiant effort on his part, but he still really just looks like himself. the all-black, rings-on-every finger, and wayfarer sunglasses he has on are a little trademark at this point.

“we’re gonna have a totally normal lunch with no paparazzi.”

[floripire]

❛ Well, there’s no denying it’s a little…odd. ❜

no sacrifice without blood // @rachalcx

"welcome to mystic falls," flori murmurs with a quiet sigh. "where everything and everyone is odd, including yours truly. though, how could i not be, considering my boarding school has a very intense rivalry with the local high school that doesn't make a lick of sense whatsoever. at least, not in my eyes."

[boriys-a]

@rachalcx continued from here

Eyes widening slightly, an incredulous look becoming apparent upon his face, Boris blinked questioningly. He’d been under the impression that Rachel had been perfectly content spending their days hanging out with him. Smoking, drinking, making out, watching old movies and getting lost in conversation, shoplifting and attending school infrequently. They often professed their deep feelings for each other, and while they'd had their arguments and spats that they needed to cool off from, he felt that this was worse than anything they'd ever disagreed on before.

❝ You are unhappy? Thinking I am around too much? ❞ Admittedly, he did spend the majority of his time with them. He'd latched onto Rachel very quickly after their first initial meeting, often seeking her out in the hallways at school and inviting her over to hang out at his place when his father was away for work. ❝ Fine then, why do you keep hanging out with me if I am ruining your life and plans? Tch. ❞ His mood had quickly shifted, a scowl on his face masking the hurt he felt beneath it.

[redemptioninterlude]

🌳 for our muses to get lost in the woods together ( surprise me )

bad situation meme ( accepting ) + @rachalcx // rachal

who's idea is it? to come out here to a place like this, these deep, dark woods, the kind of places that will swallow you whole. that will eat a girl and spit them out a woman, that's what happens in shaded places like this, where the trees come together, and they find themselves, both, lost. "are you getting ANY RECEPTION?" there's annoyance, rather than anxiety, gnawing at the inside of avery's voice. maybe because she thinks that this is simply an inconvenience of sorts, rather than frightening. rather than the kind of terrifying it ought to be...

or maybe it's because it's the both of them. avery and rachel, the fearsome twosome, the girls that would beat any bully up, who's sneer and spit and fight for the fuck of it. avery loves her friend with a sort of fierceness that comes from sandbox love affairs, the sort of thing that time had no replacement for. wasn't that why she has no worry within her bones? what AWFUL THINGS could ever happen if it was the two of them, when they were already ready to fight off the world, if it ever dared to look at the other wrongly?

that a place like this feels familiar and nostalgic, the leaves of maple curling at their ankles. how different it was from the world that they now inhabited as adults, where they were stuck in their phones, the world sealed out by the windows that they shut, the cars that they rode in. sometimes she MISSED IT, their childhood ease. but places like this, inevitably, reminded her of those good things and those moments that they'd stolen to themselves as kids. so why be afraid? it's only ever a bother outside of anything else, arm link loose, lazily, through rachel's own. "well... fuck. do you think we can find the trees we used to mark when we were kids? if we can find those, i think i remember the way back. key and operative word here being think."

[velvetineblue]

"have you ever been painted?"

“ uhhh... ” he struggles with the question, amused consternation on his face. he rarely hears the word 'painted' in such a context, and mentally questions if there was another , less-obvious meaning of the word that he was unaware of . but coming up with no other definition in his head, he has to answer it in the only way he knows how: taking the word at literal, face-value. “ 'you mean . . . Titanic, 'paint me like one of your French girls'- painted ? no— never. ” he laughs; shakes his head. “ I've played paintball before, though; does that count ? some might say paintball is less romantic than the movie scene, but I say that all depends on your definition of romance, ” he argues, light-heartedly. personally, he'd probably oft for the latter as a date option, but that's just him ! “ I mean, what would I even do with a naked portrait of myself; hang it up in my house ? that seems weird. that's a weird thing to do... 'don't know what the Titanic guy was thinking . . . but— I guess she was into it, so what do I know, ” he finally concludes his ramble, with a shrug, taking a bite out of his mid-day snack as he contemplated the unorthodox rizz of Jack Dawson.