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[matthewbaudelaire]

Give me a list of the top 5 hottest people in the city.

“This is going to come back and bite me in the ass one day but okay. I’m not saying who is hotter than who, they’re all hot so just because I said one name first doesn’t mean they’re hotter than the person after them. Make sense? Alright. Ryden, Max, Mariah, Luke and Rosalia.”

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𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡: rosalia santos ( rosaliahtml ) ! 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐬: closed 𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: residence of rosalia 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞: late morning

with all the buzz surrounding the murders in the hollowed forest, it was refreshing to do something nice for a friend. aria strolled from her bedroom into the kitchen. she pulled a glass flask, protected by iron rose vines, from the cabinet and dumped the remaining contents of a nearby vodka bottle into the container. she didn’t plan to drink much today, or so she would told herself. years ago, aria wasn't even so much as a social drinker. alcohol was a once a year ordeal. yet now, she couldn't find herself going even a couple of hours without it. there was a great deal of shame that came with excessive indulgence in one's need to numb every harmful feeling. at first, she found herself practically waving it into the eyes of everyone around her, in hopes they would care to say something. now, she hid it away in fear of the judgment, or worse, their nagging over wanting her to stop. that's the thing though, aria had read enough to understand that even if she wanted to, she couldn't. she would need medical attention required to help her ditch the habit and she was not an inch close to affording rehabilitation. so, she drank. she drank when she felt happy, she drank when she felt sad, she drank for the sake of drinking.

circling back to the murders, it didn't ease her anxiety one bit knowing someone was out there taking the lives of the locals. she wondered if she was next, or if someone she knew and loved was next. though a reclusive at heart, aria found herself seeking out company more. she wanted them around to know they were okay, to cling onto them and ensure their safety. that's why she'd called up rosalia. she had met her only a couple of months ago on an online support forum, but they immediately bonded and for once, aria felt like someone truly saw her and not the facade she often portrayed. with rosalia, she could just be herself. the real aria. when rosalia moved to opulence, aria felt like her stomach had grown a sort of luminous entity inside it. her body felt like a warm, sunny day. one where you felt like the sun was a blanket on your skin and you could fall asleep beneath it's shine. life felt worth something again... because of rosalia.

she placed the flask into her vintage leather backpack and grabbed the bottle of pet-safe hair dye. she made her way out the door and over to rosalia's. a couple of minutes later, she arrived at rosalia's and just a few short knocks later, the door swung open. aria beamed with giddiness upon seeing her friend and though not one for physical affection, she found her arms wrapped over rosalia's shoulders in a loving hug. she slid off her friend's shoulder, but held her palm tenderly in her own "i probably should have said hello first." she said, tone light and friendly. "so, i have a sort of surprise for you..."

[sirensofiaarchive]

A New Partnership || Rosalia&Sofia

        “Fuck,” Sofia let out as she shook her bottle of body highlighter spray, trying to spray it again and only getting flecks of what remained inside against her thigh. She went through the stuff like crazy obviously so usually bought in bulk but she’d left her other bottles at Roman’s house when the delivery had come and didn’t want to drive all the way out to the Hollowed Forest to pick them up.

          Pushing off her chair she started looking around other people’s tables, knowing she was sort of a terrifying presence in the room, most would end up giving her whatever she asked for so Sofia didn’t do anything to them that would need too much body foundation to hide. Most girls unfortunately, were not a similar shade to Sofia, either to dark or too light until she spotted one in a shade that would work.

             From how far away the table was from her own she was a new girl, they always got the worst tables, the ones that had a few lights that didn’t work, or had stains on them. It didn’t mean she wasn’t stunning though, as Sofia reached out with long teal false nails she looked at the girl sitting there in the reflection of the mirror. Like Sofia she had plush lips, a rounder face and stunning dark hair, they actually sort of looked like they could pass as sisters if not for the fact Sofia clearly lacked the woman’s stunning curves. That wasn’t a bad thing though, people liked different things.

          “New girls loan their shit,” Sofia informed her, bottle in hand and already putting her heel up on the edge of the woman’s seat and beginning to spray her legs. 

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[matthewbaudelaire]

Where: Ceramic Class at Town Center Who: @rosaliahtml

Matthew had been attending these ceramic classes long enough that by now he was practically the instructor's assistant and would help set up their booth at the local weekly farmer’s market and even had a key to the room so he could get there early and help prep everything. He was absolutely still a novice when it came to shaping the clay but he had a firm grasp of it that some of the other’s participating who knew him would ask for assistance every now and then while the instructor was busying himself with someone else. 

A lot had been happening in his life the last few days so this was one of the times where Matthew arrived early so he could start wedging the clay into individual chunks so that everyone could just grab their wedge and take it to their station and he could just focus on a simple mundane task to ease his troubled mind. 

The relationship with his father had been volatile at best and normally he’d done a good job at simply avoiding the man but for some reason this week his father was hell bent on showing up in his face wherever he went and it only exacerbated an increasingly growing agitation, and now to top it all off the addition of guilt thrown in there. Matthew had promised his younger brother that he would be more careful and not get caught up in Mariah and her violent feeding and what was the first thing he did when faced with uncomfortable emotions? He tossed a hunk of clay onto the surface and rolled it roughly to displace the frustration he felt for himself so busied with the task and his thoughts he barely noticed the door had opened and someone had entered the room and it wasn’t until he heard the sound of strange tapping on the floor that he finally looked over to see a woman enter with a guide dog by her side. 

“Oh shit, hi. Sorry, I didn’t hear you come in.” It was a delayed realization that entered his brain telling her she was blind or must be blind and he suddenly felt himself floundering because did he need to do something like help her find a place or sit or would the dog do that? “You’re early,” he eventually said lamely, “Class is probably starting in about half an hour but you can have a seat if you want and wait or you can help me get the clay prepped if you’re eager to get started.”