#roryeu

[euskye]

𝗦𝗠𝗦 ➥ rawr-e 🕴

skye: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G5KxZ5Lc_YA

skye: oh that was not supposed to be for you.

[euandres]

       it wasn’t too late, though it wasn’t particularly early, either. he’d fizzled out of the partying spirit far more quickly than usual, but he’ll blame that on a busy week. juggling the coursework, extracurriculars and developing his powers wasn’t an easy balance, but it wasn’t a unique situation. the woes of being a demigod after all. 

      he sits on a curb, kicking his shoes off to bury his feet in the grass. it’s nice out –- a clear sky and just enough breeze to keep him from falling victim to the one too many drinks he’d had tonight. the prickle of wind against his cheeks keeps him in the right mind, even if his chest is swimming in liquor. when he looks down to rearrange his shoes, the moonlight catches a glimmer. the sight of which puts a smile on andres’ face when he looks back up and sees exactly who he expected. “ ror’, ” he waves him over. drunk, obviously, but who cares? “ what are you doing sleuthing around campus at night, hm? ” @roryeu​ 

[eusosas]

@roryeu​

IT MIGHT BE AGAINST THE company policy to allow patrons or customers into the kitchen, especially after hours. but, sosa is willing to risk his employment status for the likes of rory. besides, there’s nothing better than spending time with a friend ( friend is a stretch; but sosa won’t acknowledge that ), doing something he loves. “ what’ll it be, you think ?? ” the male asks, hands behind his back attempting to tie apron strings into a knot, “ are we feeling almond raspberry jam cookies, or red velvet ?? ”

[eulevis]

@roryeu​

THERE ARE TIMES WHERE WORDS, even for the muso himself run dry. he’s been staring at the page of chicken scratch for a little under an hour now, much to his own dismay. the frustration is there, as uncharacteristic as it may seem. “ alright, yeah, fuck this. ” levi says suddenly, reaching his breaking point with the bout of writer’s block. he closes the notebook without another thought, tossing it onto his bag beside him on the floor. “ rory, mate, ” he looks to his friend, suddenly eager to get his mind off of the dryspell, “ let’s do something. i dunno what, but if i have to think of another lyric, i might have to bash my brains in with your guitar. ”

[eurafi]

          𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐓-𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐃𝐀𝐘  𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐊  from  hypnos  house  seemed  to  stretch  on  for  miles,  not  least  because  rafi  was  dealing  with  one  of  the  worst  (  and  only  )  hangovers  of  his  life,  but  also  because  of  the  vulnerability  he  had  allowed  to  surface  the  previous  night,  an  unwelcome  chink  in  his  armour  he’d  never  be  able  to  repair.

          it’s  only  as  he  reaches  familiar  doorway  he  realises  he  doesn’t  have  his  key  ;  the  benefits  of  shadow  travel  made  them  redundant,  a  habit  long  forgotten.   but  the  thought  of  using  his  powers  now  only  makes  his  nausea  worse  so,  with  a  drawn  out  groan  and  head  thumping  against  the  wooden  frame,  he  presses  the  doorbell,  hearing  the  chime  echo  inside.

          a  few  seconds  pass  and  then  a voice  materialises  startlingly  loud  by  his  ear  :  ‘  wow,  you  look  like  shit  !  ’   —  he  doesn’t  even  have  to  look  up  to  know  who’s  spoken,  and  instead  he  just  raises  a  middle  finger  in  the  ghost’s  general  direction,  his  own  response  muffled  by  the  fact  he’s  now  leaning  his  entire  bodyweight  against  the  wall  in  a  bid  to  try  and  stop  the  rocking  beneath  his  feet,   ❛   fuck  off  beck,  or  hades  help  me  i’m  gunna  send  your  ghost  ass  down  to  the  underworld  as  soon  as  i  can  do  so  without  throwing  up.   ❜  

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[eusamson]

          𝐍𝐎𝐖  𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆  :  𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃  /  𝐆𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐒  𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐒.   he’s  sitting  at  the  breakfast  bar  in  the  kitchen,  half-empty  pizza  box  on  one  side,  laptop  in  front.   he’s  just  finished  a  video  call  with  azhar,  noemi  and  a  handful  of  other  healers  both  in  rome  and  back  in  greece,  updates  on  campus  the  main  topic  of  conversation  ;  not  wanting  to  disturb  his  roommates,  samson  had  retreated  to  the  (  thankfully  empty  )  communal  space,  the  room’s  natural  light  reminiscent  of  the  apollo  house  an  easy  preference.

          too  focused  on  the  infirmary  document  before  him,  he  forgets  he’s  wearing  headphones  until  a  motion  from  out  the  corner  of  his  eye  catches  his  attention.   moving  one  cushion  away  from  his  ear,  he  calls  out  to  rory  and  nods  in  the  direction  of  the  fridge,   ❛   if  you’re  not  sick  of  it  yet,  there’s  leftover  pizza  in  there  you’re  welcome  to,  we  ordered  too  much  last  night.   ❜

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