#st.starter

[viaphan]

☾      ╱       fairylights  shone  upon  their  heads,  faint  enough  to  let  the  moon  cast  its  light  on  the  darkness  that  surrounded  the  bright  patch  up  in  the  middle  of  the  square  --  there  wasn’t  darkness  at  all,  then;  it  was  a  sweet  summer  night  in  st.  clementine  --  and  warm,  too.  sweat  prickled  via’s  brow  as  she  moved  the  tenth  box  out  of  the  way,  the  bottles  of  lavender  and  rose  water  making  it’s  bubbling  noise  with  every  movement  of  hers.  it  was  a  night  for  celebrating,  but  she  was  working,  still.  (  she  never  stopped  working,  it  was  only  her  reality.  )  but  the  flavor  of  satisfaction  after  some  work  done  barely  came  when  she  heard  her aunt  say  violet,  those  boxes  were  supposed  to  be  behind  the  tent.  she  sighed,  half  in  annoyance,  and  more  than  half  in  the  tiredness  that  was  to  come.  “  hey !  ”  she  didn’t  discriminate,  help  was  help,  and  she  was  needing  some  right  at  that  moment.  “  come  here  do  me  a  favor  !  ”

[viaphan]

☾      ╱       she wasn’t completely angry as much as she was unfazed by the annual celebrations of the town’s discovery. for the visitors, it was a blast -- even for those who have been among the bucolic sights for a little bit longer,t he thrill of the hike still lingers in them; but for residents, it was just another day;a profitable one. her mother wanted her to be a guide -- tell those climbing up the hill he stories that have been passed in the phan house over decades, but in reality, via was only enjoying the impromptu day off that she has decided to give herself. “ can you low down ? ” amazing how she always ended up by his side -- when she was looking a mess, when her mood was at the worst. “ not all of us were blessed with long legs and endless energy to spend on stupid things like yourself. ”

                                                                                                                 ☇ @qrffin

[rileyseung]

     ━  RILEY  WASN’T  REALLY  SURE  HOW  WELL  they were handling the camping lifestyle ( putting up their tent had been a nightmare ), but what they did know was that it was really fun to see everyone gathered together like this. riley liked seeing their new family all interacting and having a ( hopefully ) good time. riley had been walking through the small campsite, and lit up when they saw griffin sitting outside his tent. “hello,” they chirped and decided against running up to the other, since griffin sometimes needed a smaller dose of their personality to start off with. “are you having a good time ?” they asked, moving back and forth on their feet, trying to mentally make griffin realise they wanted to sit down to talk. “i think this is so exciting. i’m just ...” they took a deep breath, wide smile still in place, “excited !”

╰♡ ft. @qrffin

[viaphan]

☾      ╱       she staggered back -- amazed at her lack of endurance, at how hard she was breathing and how much she was sweating already. it was common knowledge that via hated exercises, but she was pretty much out of shape for someone who constantly rides her bike around town -- since its the only things she owns that can take her to places faster than her own two legs. still, her mouth was dry as she, reluctantly, leaned against the nearest rock. “ give me some water or shoot me. ” either would be good, even though the latter was going to take her home faster and she was slightly leaning  towards that. “ but yeah... don’t leave me here alone. ”

                                                                                                    ☇ @foolsreids

[viaphan]

☾      ╱       she had the tendency to gravitate towards him -- bouncing back, returning to her starter point. it was a vicious cycle, at the end of the day -- still, the soft part of her heart craved the hidden boy in the folds of the millionaire man, the undeniable eagerness to be close to him, to have him listen to her even though she would never be sure if he truly believed her words or if she was a mere source of entertainment to him -- if her heart was a dented, faulty thing, we could say he was responsible for some of the marks on it. “ adian. ” her words were soft, peace quickening so she would fall beside him on their way up. “ there’s a twig on your hair... ” she didn’t know why she cared, or why she reached, with hesitant fingers, to remove it from there. “ let me just... ”

                                                                                           ☇ @adixnzhang​

[viaphan]

☾      ╱       he was one of the many that served their cold disbelief at her -- and, ut of politeness of unknown source, she would pick at it; even though her mother taught her not to play with what was served. aaron was a cold and hard reality, one that became comic after a long time of frustrations -- something that she had learned would never, ever change. “ my mom asked me to tell you she knew you’d need another shirt. ” she didn’t, really, but via had a feeling -- and she was advised not to ignore those feelings, even if she insisted in rolling her eyes at all of those wise words of her mother and aunts. “ maybe because you’re too sweaty, we all can feel it from miles away. ”

                                                                                 ☇ @leemniscatus  

[viaphan]

☾      ╱       orange tinged the sky, merging with the soft blue that summer in st. clementine always brought to its residents sight; the golden hour was always treasured, and the magic in that place enhanced that moment to celebrate along all of those who climbed up the hill to see that happen. she was sat on the grass, the picnic towel long forget alongside with what was left of the little she managed to pack -- via made sure to find herself a nice spot, the perks of being there every year for the past twenty of her twenties. a long shadow was cast over her, and she knew the own of it without even looking up “ they say if you hear the sun sizzling as it touches the sea, ” she spoke with caution and softness, a story that her mother whispered in her hear as she grew up, one that she believed -- like everything else. something that, deep down, she expected him not to laugh about it -- like everyone else. “ it will grant you any wish you make it to it. ”

                                                                                                 ☇ @jcewons

[rileyseung]

     ━  IT  HAD  BEEN  A  SLOW  DAY  so far at the bakery, only a few of the regulars sitting down at their tables and ordering their afternoon teas and whatever pastry they preferred. riley was currently on their knees behind the counter, trying to reach more takeaway mugs and lids. there were a distinctive ding from the bell above the door as someone entered, but riley waited until the last possible second to jump up, arms now filled with said mugs ( that were quickly dumped on the counter behind them ). “sorry, didn’t hear you enter,” they lied smoothly, but it was said with a smile so riley didn’t think they’d notice. “it’s so nice to see you here ! have you considered what you would like to order ?”