#skylarowcns

[vasilivolkov]

location: the emerald club, dancers rooms time: 4:14 am status: closed for @skylarowcns​

4 am at the club was always a strange time for Vasili. Most of the time, he was out of there before the house lights came on, as it seemed sadder then, but tonight, he found himself making his way behind the stages after closing, where the workers were gathering their things to go home. It had gone on too long, and the strange feeling of guilt (that he did not often feel) had resided in his chest for a little too long. The blonde wasn’t hard to spot, and he cleared his throat, eyeing the others to let them know that they should leave them alone. As the other dancers moved around him and out, he cleared his throat when they were finally alone. “Can we talk, or should I come back sometime when you’re not mad at me?” 

[vasilivolkov]

location: the beach time: mid afternoon status: closed for @skylarowcns​

“I need more alcohol, a lot more,” were the first words out of his mouth as he sat down onto the beach beside Skylar. Knowing that his security detail was nearby and that his siblings were also also there, it tampered him down a bit, and he knew that he had to make sure he was on his best behaviour that evening. “And you promised me shots last time,” he turned away from her to the beach, eyes darkened slightly as he watched the partygoers, his own mood watered down slightly when he noticed another across the beach. Isabella was there. With someone. Winston. Tearing his eyes away, willing himself not to see any more, despite his curiosity, he quirked a brow. “Tequila? Vodka? Something stronger?” He tapped his nose, his insinuation clear.

[vasilivolkov]

location: in the hallway to the bathrooms by the bar, the sunset lodge time: just after sunset status: closed for @skylarowcns​

Just when it seemed like all the ghosts from his past were resurrecting themselves, the graveyard added yet another tombstone. The fingernails that dug into his forearm were followed by a flurry of blonde hair, and then the accusations were flying and he spent the first half of this strange, impromptu argument trying to place her. Apparently, he’d slept with her (well, what else was new?) but his grand fault had been that he’d not only disappeared but slept with her sister a few weeks later and forgotten that they had previously met and reintroduced himself. But the girl was drunk, and by the second half of the argument, he had finally started participating. Though, of course, it seemed to go around in circles, and when he caught the eye of someone familiar, he sent her a look of pleading, almost pathetically, willing her to play along, before calling out, “Baby, ready to go?”

[emitylor]

location  ╱╱   emiliano’s residence - the pool patio. 

after he has the discussion with skylar about what had happen to vasili, to say the least he hadn’t expected that to go as well as it did . things had gotten quite out of hand , so he had decided to invite skylar to his home. something a little bit more personal and private . as he was on the outside , his pool looking over the ocean. he turns over to see the blonde ❝  I’m glad you made it . ❞

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[emitylor]

location    ╱╱    emilio’s residence .  

he had heard that the only person who hadn’t been aware of what had happened to vasili was skylar and by the way the news was broken to him , he was sure that he could do a better job . he’s sitting across from her , he had asked to meet her for dinner . as the plates are being in front of them , he nods his head at the staff . ❝  I didn’t ask you here just to eat ——  ❞  he takes a deep breath and looks at her , a sigh escaping his lips ❝  vasili got attacked last night , he was stabbed . ❞  chocolate hues scan her features and he’s waiting for the downfall. 

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[vasilivolkov]

iMessage - Vasili & Skylar

Vasili: How do you get rid of glitter?

Vasili: It's fucking everywhere.

Vasili: Asking for a friend.

[isabella-marino]

♡ : Accidentally falling asleep together (Asher)

Isabella wasn’t sure at what time she had drifted off on the couch. As green hues fluttered open she winced from the harsh sunlight that streamed through the curtains. But it was as she drank in her surroundings, unfamiliar surroundings that she jerked away, ripping herself  from the arm of the sleeping male. And that was when she remembered she was in his apartment, their empty beer bottles from the evening prior littered the coffee table before her and she very nearly smiled as she realized they had been up talking into the wee hours of the morning. Reaching for her phone, she pressed the button that lit up the screen, there were no missed calls or texts however the time was enough of an alarm to send the paramedic leaping from the couch “shit, I’m late for shift..” Scrambling for her keys, jacket and shoes she had made it mostly to the door before turning back to look at the male that was only just waking from his heavy slumber. Items in hand, she rushed back over, bending to place a chaste kiss to his cheek before she flashed him a broad grin. “I’ll see you later, Robin.” And with that she made a mad dash for the door, before jogging the length of the stairs to her car outside. 

ACTS OF INTIMACY MEME

( mentioned: @asherwinston​ )

[zanemarshcxll-archive]

when  was  the  last  time  you  slept?

~flashback

At first, he wasn’t all too certain of what she’d said, blinking eyes almost entirely out of focus until she was close enough that he could make out the slender line of her neck with his fingertips. Static, and the ultimate thrill of being in the wrong spread like wildfire beneath the numbing feeling that so often cloaked the world after pulling one too many doubles. “I don’t know, two..- three days ago?” his purchase fell to her waist and as if his every touch didn’t seek to overwrite anything once left behind by his brother, Zane pulled her down onto his lap as he sought the comfort of her couch. It wasn’t often that the day left him sinking in the ever familiar feeling that blood, death and loss left behind - an echo of his service, dredged up beneath the string of incidents that kept him late at work. The soft familiarity of Skylar as his forehead fell against her shoulder, perhaps now, more welcoming than the promise of sleep - of nightmares and cold sweats that wouldn’t leave him rest through the night. “I don’t want to sleep just yet.”