#remi.

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@cataclysmcs

LOCATION: the mad scientist, outside. FOR: ivy ambrose.

ANOTHER SHIFT DOWN, AND remi was beginning to feel like he was far too old for this. every inch of his bones ached. and yet, did he know any other way to get by? considering the individuals he had gained from being here -- he wouldn't chose a different path even if one was offered to him. for some reason the post-shift cigarette was hitting even harder than usual, the early november air a welcome refresh as he made some attempt to process the chaos of it all. that is, until his eyes fell on a figure across the way. even if it was dark, a few carefully placed hazy street lights are enough for him to know exactly who it was. he'd know his siblings anywhere. he had spent his entire life identifying them in a crowd, his protective stare running in his blood. " ivy? " he questions, squinting as he makes an attempt to make his vision clearer. it felt like she haunted him these days. he had gone to the army to carve something bigger for all of them, but he knew she didn't see it that way. he thought he had lost his heart a long time ago, or had simply been born without one. and yet? he could still feel it breaking in his chest. " what're y'doin' out here so late? "

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muse - remi , keyboardist in an indie rock band , they / them . CLOSED plot - plot inspo in source ( lightly inspired, doesn't have to be usfw if we don't want it to be<3 ) open to - f/nb

"you've been blowing up my phone which means only one thing..." remi began, subtle smirk on their face. "your boyfriend hasn't been giving you enough attention, hm?"

[strcinedhecrts]

LOCATION: hell's gate, samhain soreé. FOR: open! ( 0/5 )

FROM THE LOOK ON his face -- it's clear that remington is far from used to crowds like these. but one might think, oh, he works at a bar! he must be used to social situations! but the thing is, he's used to having the bar between him and the rest of the world for protection. this was different. thus, the desire to give into his compulsion to have a cigarette. when the cool air eventually does grace his face, it's grounding for him -- even if it doesn't show in his face. he's always had a tendency to remain neutral. while he expects to be alone, he doesn't ever quite allow himself to get too comfortable. he's still listening. thus, he's aware when he's approaches out of his peripheral. he won't let them know quite yet, curious wha they're here for. and yet, they continue to be silent. "listen, i know it ain't the most original costume, but at least i tried. somewhat. " remi smirks, just trying to instigate the conversation. vampire. it was what he could throw together. his fangs teasingly bare for a second before he takes another drag of his cigarette. " i'm kiddin', i'm kiddin'. can i help you? "

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💭 remi + richie

Send 💭 for something my muse wants to say to yours, but won't.

even if y’ever find it within you t’take back my stupid ass — i think there’s a part of me that will always wonder what it is you see in me. and that maybe, just maybe, i’ll never be the guy who’s fully worthy of you. you’re the fuckin’ sun to me, for fucks sake.

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@eatabug

LOCATION: the community center FOR: richie hirsch

REMINGTON AMBROSE IS NO stranger to stressful situations. and yet, in this one -- he finds himself rendered nearly silent in the corner. his eyes trained against the wall. perhaps, he just needs a second. to feel like he's back in his body, but all hope of that is quickly lost from the very moment his eyes fall on a certain individual across the room. to everyone else, he may be a stranger. but to remi, oh my fucking god, is he everything. so much so, that he feels a combination of emotions across every inch of his body, knowing it will only be worse when the other's eyes meet his own. and yet, he can't seem to rip his eyes away from him -- richie hirsch. the man who loved him despite, the man who loved him through losing his leg. and what had he done? failed him. the man who feared nothing, too chickenshit to see through his commitment. even if he had written his vows even before his proposal.

remi may tell his siblings -- especially xander nearly everything, but his love life is one of the very few things he's kept close to his chest. he can hear his brother's voice: you should get back out there. here's the thing: he has. on many a night alone he's found himself stumbling to a bar where no one knows his name, thinking it would sound better coming from someone else. that this crushing sense of dread and self-hatred was as temporary as the hangover he knew he'd experience the next morning. he didn't want to be wrong. he couldn't be wrong. temporary warmth, of course it wouldn't be the same. he should have known better -- with richie: there was only a before. and because of him, he was staring in the face of the after.

as the other approaches him, remi knows he has to find it within himself to be brave. he at least owes him that much, after all they've been through.

" ......hi. "

that's it? that's all you've got?

" i'm... i'm glad you're a'ight.. "

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@murdcrofcrows

LOCATION: the mad scientist FOR: xander ambrose

IT'S USUALLY BUSIER ON a friday night. he's used to the sound of chatter, used to vibrant conversation -- it's desolate outside of the few loyal regulars who'd tread through hellfire to get their usual glass of stout. perhaps it's why he finds himself a hair more short fused than usual, hands gripping to the bartop -- anger spiking as he hears anything out of place. he needs something to do. he's polished nearly every glass in this place, counted the boxes in the back at least twice ( or at least, it feels like it ). however, his attention caught as he notices his brother enter the establishment. " come t'cure my boredom, lil' brother? " remi smirks, arms crossed over his chest as he feels his shoulders loosen reflexively. he's not on his guard around his siblings, the one occasion where his stoicism is given no merit. maybe it's because he knows that no matter what happens, he will always have a tie to them. no matter what happens. he thinks about it a lot -- wondering if his life really is better off in isolation, the way he scares people away. but holy fuck is he bored. the kind of bored that makes you think too much. " jesus fuckin' christ -- servin' y'a beer still feels wrong. " he knows he's a fully grown adult, but he's still the youngest of them all.