#rhysxcalvin

[verabrooks]

As soon as Vera clocks out, she’s leaving. They both drove, so they arrived at slightly separate times. It gave Vera enough of an opportunity to clean up her messy apartment before Rhys was knocking at the door. She had made sure to tell him where she was staying before she left. Vera leisurely made her way to the front door and opened it, beckoning him in. She can’t remember the last time anyone has been in apartment aside from her. A product of being a perpetual introvert. Vera was just really good at keeping the parts of her life she didn’t want people knowing about a secret, so letting someone inside her apartment felt odd. “You probably don’t care, but sorry about the mess.”

@rhysxcalvin​

[emmycahillarchive]

WHERE: the beach. mid-afternoon. WHO: @rhysxcalvin​ & emmy.

Emmy’s feet dug into the sand, hugging her knees that were pulled to her chest. Her chin rested on her knees and her eyes were trained ahead, on the roaring waves that crashed against the shore and retreated just as quickly, only to come back and do it all over again. She thought maybe she understood that a little.

It had been a week since she’d picked fights with both Grayson and Winnie and at this point, she knew it was more her own stubbornness that was keeping her from trying to bridge the gap she’d created than it was the anger that started it all in the first place. And there was a part of her that wanted them to feel her absence the way she felt theirs. She wanted it to hurt. And that was probably wrong, but honestly? She didn’t care.

Movement out of the corner of her eye caught her attention and as she turned to look, she saw the familiar form of Rhys. And he was walking right towards her. “Shit,” she muttered under her breath. She didn’t think she had it in her for another confrontation. Maybe it was wishful thinking, but as he got closer, she nodded her head in the direction of her house, hoping that had been his intended destination. “I think they’re both home, you can just go let yourself in.”

[emmycahillarchive]

WHERE: the copper penny. WHO: @rhysxcalvin​ & emmy.

Despite the conversation on the beach, Emmy had more or less fallen back into old habits. Once she’d made up with Grayson and Winnie, she’d retreated back into those relationships. And then there had been England, followed by the readjustment period of returning home. In short, she still hadn’t made any time for Rhys and in a surprisingly new development, Emmy actually felt kind of bad about it. Enough to be here now, putting forth an effort.

The Copper Penny wasn’t really Emmy’s place-- she tended to stick around Pravda, with Vera’s sharp eye and sharper tongue. But she also knew that one look at her now and Vera would see the turmoil flooding just below the surface and Emmy would be forced to talk about it. Something she was decidedly not a fan of. Slipping into a seat at the bar, she didn’t think he’d seen her yet. “Hey, bartender,” she called by way of greeting, a forced sort of enthusiasm in her voice. “Give me a shot of your second cheapest tequila, please.”