#romantxcxsm

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starter // @romantxcxsm

Light on her feet, Parkivel found herself immensely thankful for her dexterity -- practically dancing across the ground as she wove through the crowd of masked festival-goers -- both human and non. If she were to falter right now, surely her pursuers would catch up and drag her straight back to Hell. She couldn't have that.

Lifting her own half-mask upward, she dared a look over her shoulder to check her distance advantage and instantly regretted. Her body collided with another. Sucking a sharp breath through parted lips, she caught her balance and looked at whoever had stopped her escape with wide, surprised eyes. Shoot--

Without time for an apology or greetings, Parker slipped behind them with a quick utterance of, "Excuse me a moment." Effectively using them as a shield that blocked her from view. Her pursuers then zipped past with startling speed and she waited a moment or two before loosing a tense breath. Had she finally given them the slip?

Double checking that the coast was clear, she stepped out from behind her savior and gave a half-lidded smile, tugging her mask back into place. "I thought they'd caught me there for a moment. You really saved my skin -- though it may have been a tad against your will." Her twin tails swayed lazily back and forth with the danger now gone and jewelry dangled from her curved horns. At least none of this would have been out of place here.

"How may I thank you for your unwitting cooperation? It's a festival, after all. Shall I treat you something from one of the vendors?"

[foolshcme]

@romantxcxsm || plotted starter for Chad & Otis

'You know, that's really annoying.'

"Well. I'm--wow--I'm afraid that its nothing that I can help. And--wow, wow!--it's something that worsened if you bring it up and attract attention--"

'Just--you're twitchy and loud and its freaking me out'

"I understand--wow, wow, wow! I think it'll be best to go our separate ways so I don't bother you."

Man. What a bummer. Watching his date for the night exit before they truly started, Otis couldn't help the long, sad sigh that was departing him, some frustration at the soft click of his tongue and nudge of his shoulders that he couldn't control--that felt more pronounced with the eyes on him now. So many stares...why did that guy have to make such a big deal outta it? It always got him worked up.

A hand fell to his shoulder. It did nothing to control his tic, but it at least comforted him some as he was embarrassedly dismissing himself from the environment. Not very attentive to his surroundings as he soon bumped into another man--a very bulky man at that. That somehow made it more embarrassing, like there was no way he should have missed him.

"Ah--oh my god. I'm--wow--I'm sorry. Ah ha. It's not my day..."

[asocier]

@romantxcxsm // starter call.

          "alright, i think ... this is yours? no, no, this is yours." a quick switcheroo of the trays before them put their ordered entrees in the right position. emile had volunteered to get their orders from the pick-up area and bring them out to the patio they had chosen to sit at, and he made sure to be extra careful as to not accidentally drop anything. "there we go! that looks right. good thing i'm not a server; i don't think i could ever do what they do." he chuckled, the off-handed remark a fleeting thought that seemed to fit the lighthearted mood.

          "so, how have you been? busy with swim season yet?"

[rotfck]

@romantxcxsm​    /    starter call.

                he'd    been    incredibly    busy    since    jayne    had    come    back    to    town    ,    and    while    he    shared    similar    ideals    with    the    woman      :      she    was    incredibly    exhausting    ,    there    was    just    always    something    to    be    done.    he    was    grateful    to    be    free    for    the    week    while    his    boss    went    to    deal    with    some    business    in    italy.    and    ,    of    course    he    called    adrian    the    very    moment    he    was    free.    of    course    ,    he    came    right    over.    truthfully    ,    he    hadn't    stopped    thinking    about    their    little    date    tonight    since    he    had    called    adrian    the    day    before    to    let    him    know    he    was    going    to    be    back    in    town.    soft    hum    comes    from    him    as    he    crosses    into    the    living    room    from    the    kitchen    ,    rounding    the    back    of    the    couch    in    order    to    side    down    beside    his    boyfriend    ,    extending    the    plate    of    food    towards    him.      ❛    ta    -    da    ,    dinner    is    served.    fresh    chicken    pelmeni    ,    created    by    the    talented    and    amazing      :      me!    ❜

[ensuists-moved]

@romantxcxsm​​ ✯ s.c. ( wren & gael ) 

❝ Come on, come on!! ❞ Wren’s practically shaking with excitement as he pulls Gael along with a bright smile, hand reaching to hold tightly onto his. ❝ It’s time for a second date!! We’re going to go to the park and look at all the lights!! And maybe we can have some food later on too!! ❞ Unlike their first date, Wren was calmer in terms of his nerves, feeling like he’s grown used to Gael compared to their first time before. ❝ Is there anything you wanna do?? I’m open to whatever, you know!! ❞

[thcgartcn]

@romantxcxsm​ || starter call

“I really liked your guys set. It was kinda like, WHAH! and VRRM if that makes sense.” It probably didn’t make a lick of sense in the slightest, but he could feel his body vibrate from the excitement of the crowd. “Noel, if you and anyone else in your band want anything to eat later I can totally cover. It’ll be fun, you know?”

[inthcgartcn-moved]

@romantxcxsm​ | starter call

“Ah, you must not recognize me!” Sam didn’t mind the coldness of Noel’s voice in the slightest, and kept smiling. Placing his hand on her shoulder for just a second to gain her attention back onto him.

“We were in the same homeroom in freshman year. We both got that uhm, what was it,” He racks his brain for a moment before it hits him. “Oh yeah! It was the most likely to become famous award, or something.” It was one of those yearbook awards that were given out near the end of the year. He had only truly remembered Noel because of the impression she left on Sam. But he had switched school that summer, and that was the end of that.

“Small world, ain’t it?”

[ambivalent-auguries]

@romantxcxsm // Nate for Adrian. 

He can feel the beat of the song flowing through his veins, his pulse eager to keep up with it as he lets his body follow the rhythm of the music. He moves under a rainfall of multi-coloured light, purples and blues descending onto the dance floor. There is warmth in the pit of his stomach and his lips taste like liquor when he licks them. A slow smile pulls at the corners of his mouths and he eyes the other man, a low, barely audible chuckle oscillating at the back of his throat. Adrian looks like freedom - like happiness that can’t be stopped, as if the man is set on having a good time regardless of the world outside and its wishes. He looks unstoppable and eager to be intoxicated with the atmosphere, and the alcohol, and the scent of sweat and sex, and the low thrumming of the bass underneath their feet. 

Nate takes in a breath, leaning in to place a whisper against Adrian’s cheek, before he gets swallowed by the crowd. He shouts over the music his order when he reaches the bar, before he’s presented with two shots of a green spirit by the bartender. He slips a few bills across the bar, before raising the plastic shot glasses, carrying them to the spot he knows he has left Adrian in. A grin rises to his lips and a silent challenge now sits in his gaze as his friend eyes him. 

“All in one shot!” he shouts over the music enveloping them as he passes over one of the glasses. His gaze remains trained on his friend’s face and, with a nod of the head, the glass is brought to his lips, its contents tipping into his mouth. The alcohol burns with searing hotness down his throat, lingering bitter on his tongue, before it travels straight to his head where it makes his already alcohol soaked mind fuzzy, the lines of the reality around his blurry. 

“Fuck,” he laughs, sipping on air as if it burns, the plastic glass in his hand discarded in favour of Adrian’s own palm. And just like that, he’s back at enjoying the way the beat of the music makes his pulse race, this time dragging Adrian further into crowd, until the air becomes hot to breathe and they are pressed against everyone else.