#rileytakeda

[theolangley]

closed nye starter: @rileytakeda

These last minute types of plans weren't exactly his favorite or his forte - but he was enjoying it. Bold and to the point, really. He slid over a glass to Riley with a hint of a smile. "There might be an after party later we could sneak into." He knew what the plans were after, but playing dumb was fun, he found. "Everyone's so stiff here."

[ariaboughton]

@rileytakeda

Genuinely, she hadn't known what she was doing when she called Riley. She'd just needed.. comfort? Ridiculous to think about seeking that in someone that she barely wanted to see or talk to months prior. And yet.

Two sandwiches sat on her lap while she waited for Riley to arrive. She wasn't looking up or around, instead just watching the frozen dirt between her feet. One leg bounced, shaking the food in her lap, forcing her to hold onto it tighter. She wondered if this would be an argument. If this would be a reconciliation. If this would be just a fucking nothingburger of a meeting.

When she looked up to try and stare at something not at the ground, she sucked in a breath at the sight of them. She tried to force a smile. It just came out horrendous, accentuating the bags under her eyes, the tautness of her skin around her face. A few more weeks like this and she'd be downright ghoulish.

"Hey, I got here early - just needed some fresh air."

[ariaboughton]

where: brooklyn museum gala for: closed ( @rileytakeda )

At first she couldn't believe who she was seeing. Which was stupid - These sorts of events attract all types. Especially bleeding heart types. Especially people who she'd met at similar places. After all, this was a fundraiser. Looking down at her drink, she grimaced and downed the rest of it in a few gulps. If she didn't approach, then Riley would approach her and it would be even more awkward.

It'd be small talk. She could do that. A simple hi. An easy 'it's nice to see you here' or 'you look nice'. And she could absolutely ignore the pull to do much more than that.

Her bright smile was almost too forced - too polite - and she couldn't keep the strain out of her voice. "Look what the cat dragged in." Fuck.

[elizabeaufort]

hc + 😶 for a headcanon about a secret they know of / keep

❛ There is a client at the club whose son goes to the same daycare as my twins. His wife thinks he works late night shifts. I never told her where her husband is. ❜

Thematic Headcanons.

[ariaboughton]

❛ the fucked up thing is that it isn’t enough to just love you. ❜

Maybe not. Her own love for Riley had long since faded, ever since the burst of a revelation during the fight that ended their relationship. Aria clenches her jaw and shakes her head. How much longer are they going to do this song and dance before they realize it's only going to end up worse than it was before?

She's not the same person she used to be, and maybe that might have scared her once upon a time - but now she's embracing the changes. Her mind feels fragmented and cobbled together with nothing but hot glue and toothpicks on a good day.

"Riley, I'm not doing this." She murmurs, fighting the urge to scoff and fight back. "It's time we just cut our losses."

[theolangley]

❛ there’s no black or white, only gray. ❜

His eyebrow quirks up, but he doesn't look up from his phone just yet - typing out a quick reply to his boss that he'll get the next shipment handled, protests or not. "Yeah?" He works exclusively in shades of gray, some darker, some lighter. He's doing terrible work for a good cause and it's not something he'll ever stop -

If anything, he wants to drag her deeper into the darkness with him. If only because he knows they'll do better work than he can. His work kills. Hers saves. "Gotta say, I follow the logic. But I wanna hear you explain it." Because if anything, he loves to hear them talk.

[jasperkdavis]

∗ 1o﹕ a cheesy text . - daya

jasper: I drew a doodle of some of my early monster designs in the margins of this script, just as a little treat for your sister. :)

@dayamray

[ariaboughton]

[ feed ] sender offers a forkful of food out to receiver, helping them eat

She feels like a fucking baby - but her head swims, feverish sweat beading above her eyebrow. "I'm fine, Riley." Aria insists, trying to swat at the fork, but barely able to lift her arm. She'd insisted it was just a cold, but it had quickly shifted into aching joints and a fever that was too high for her to think properly.

Urgent care hadn't done shit for her when she'd gone at their insistence.

But she was too weak to do much for herself, which meant Riley was on nurse duty - a fact that Aria hated. They had much better things to do than babysit her and she'd been grumbling and trying to refuse help the whole time. It wasn't until she'd nearly passed out in the shower trying to cool off that she was able to accept some of it.

They held up the food once more, and finally Aria accepted it, chewing slowly with a wrinkled nose and exaggerated pout. "You're not allowed to hold this over my head."