#requiem:start

[drxcolucius]

❝*• maybe it wasn’t the ideal spot for some peace and quiet, a coffee shop of all places, but it hadn’t been draco’s first choice either. having occupied a table in a back corner of the shop, books spread out over the majority of the surface in front of him, spare for the notebooks and cup of tea closest to him. although he wasn’t entirely sure why, draco had always much preferred making notes by hand instead of by a laptop; he blamed it on being able to see his thoughts better.

he had a frankly ridiculous test coming up, and trying to actually get some studying done had gone surprisingly well up until that point, despite the sound level of his surroundings. at least, it did until something started blocking his light. “would you mind?” he asked, his tone implying that he did in fact, mind an awful lot. “i’m trying to get some work done but there’s an humungous buffoon blocking the only good source of lightning nearby.”

[chaosgrown-a-blog]

        sebastian doesn’t know why or what exactly possessed him to take such a long shift,  but he’s here hours before he normally would  &  knows that he won’t be able to leave until early the next day;   something,  that he is absolutely regretting,  thank you very much.   still though,  he’s the only one manning the bar for now,  it being that early that no one else accompanies him behind the counter.   for the most part though,  it’s not too busy,  not yet,  which he figures he should be grateful for.   he’s already polished the bar counter,  ensuring it’s clean enough for people to faceplant into when they’ve drunken more than their limit would allow them to stay conscious...   probably not clean enough to lick fallen salt off of margarita glasses,  but he’s seen a regular go at it before,  &  they’re still showing up. so clearly it should be fine. 

           he’s polishing a glass,  absentmindedly.   his eyes refocus when he sees someone standing in front of the counter,  &  he just barely leans over against the back bar counter,  setting the glass down next to him before he’s picking up another.  finally,  he speaks,  voice tinged in vague amusement,  “ a little early to be drinking, but it is happy hour somewhere.  ”   standing up straighter  &  stepping forward,  “  well  ---   what’ll it be  ?  ”

[plasticdxntshine-blog]

the piano bar reminded JULIA of a simpler time. the dueling pianists looked like they were having the time of their lives as they played each and every requests. they cracked jokes as they pulled various people on stage, and the girl who currently held the microphone just re-enforced julia’s latest memories. she was entranced by the entire scene. however, she quickly snapped back to her whits when she suddenly knocked over her manhattan cocktail.

“ oh my goodness, ” her face turned red with embarrassment as she reached for the closest napkin. she tried cleaning up the mess, apologizing to patrons and staff alike. “ i wasn’t paying attention. i’m so sorry. did anything get on you? ”

[bxautifulchaos]

(¸.• ♛ → “Hi, welcome, so...what do you want to order?” Nice like ever but she couldn’t help it, she didn’t like this job at all but she needed to work and this was the best thing for the moment while she studies. So the ice cream shop it is.

[bcncvolcnts-blog]

Blaine Anderson likely had the largest bow tie collection of any man his age. There was a rainbow of different colours and patterns, each as equally eye catching as the next, though all with their own unique quirks. There were few times he’d put together an outfit without one, no matter the occasion. He loved each and every one of them. 

So, deciding which to add to his collection next was a rather difficult task. It had been hard enough narrowing it down to two from the store’s collection, never mind settling on one. Sighing to himself rather dramatically, he looked at his reflection in the mirror, holding the first one up for a few seconds, then switching to the other. He just couldn’t decide. “Which do you think looks best?” he asked, looking at the nearest person to him. “The red or the yellow?”

[wickedtcwns]

* OPEN STARTER! 

                             -->    PEACH SALINGER   would never give up running - not even after everything that had happened, because it was something that.. that she couldn’t give up. running helped her think, running helped her forget and...  after everything that had happened, god knew she needed it.  she got up earlier than almost the entire town did - back when the sun was still coming up and everyone was still sound asleep, even on the weekends and ran, still making it home with one hour to spare, before having to leave for work.  still - after everything, she was.. paranoid, to say the least. as she ran, peach always believed that she could hear footsteps coming from behind her, almost as if it was joe fucking goldberg, waiting for another opportunity to strike.    third time’s the lucky charm, after all.    peach tried to not pay too much attention to it - putting on some elton john to calm herself down but that day, when she heard footsteps coming from beyond her, she couldn’t help it. she reacted almost instantly, turning around, putting a safe distance between her and whoever was following her. “who are you and why are you following me?”  she hissed, hands clenched into fists by her side, as she looked the other up and down. she could run, she supposed. but then again, the other’s intention might have been completely harmless and she didn’t want to make herself lose like a complete fool.  “speak.    now.   you have ten seconds to explain yourself.”

[ghostmusings]

nico sat just outside of the woods, turning the skull ring around his finger, lost in thought. there was a small huff leaving his mouth before flames replaced his attention, the light flickering around his finger tips. “you’d be a terrible spy, if you didn’t know that already. if you were trying to sneak up on me, that’s not the best idea.” he mumbled, a small chuckle leaving his lips, eyes still on the flames.

[ofsecondwinds-a]

“if i show you this totally rad skating trick that i’ve been working on, you have to promise not to fall in love with me, okay?” wally teases, grinning.

“i know, it’ll be hard. but you gotta promise.”

skateboarding is a relatively new endeavour of his, but it sure is fun, and it passes the time he’s not spending fighting crime anymore. funny how requiem has so many people and so little crime. almost like it’s full to bursting of superheroes or something.