#sundayluv

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@sundayluv !

         baz is the sort of man that thrives off a certain sort of chaos, and he’s certainly not afraid to admit it. perhaps that’s why he’s been divorced and landed himself in one of the most obscure careers one could get themselves into. comedy is not something for the average joe, he’s quickly found out. sure, he’s bombed, but it’s especially entertaining to see your regular ole schmutz waltz onto the stage thinking he owns the place, only to have his ass handed to him by an unenthusiastic audience. he supposes he’s the schmutz in this situation, in vanessa’s house. but still, he thrives off the sort of environment, walking out front of her parents place for a quick smoke break. “you know,” he says, lighting it up, offering one to her. “i think i’m growing on your dad.” 

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         flying has become part of babs normal routine these last several years ---- the whole successful comedian schtick had been something to get used to in of itself, but the travel was something that she wasn’t exactly anticipating. however, her cushy job doesn’t seem to get her first class, by any means; she’s managed the window seat, but she can’t stop glancing over at the giant man beside her, her expression somewhere between concerned and entirely amused. “hey ---- you doin’ alright?”

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        “what are you writing?” hugo’s words are almost hushed ---- he’s finally pulled himself away from the painting before him to glance at his companion, his smile growing. he leans his chin on his palm, leaving a swatch of muddy greenish blue behind. he’s always been more than fascinated by words; he wishes he could string them together the way that riley does, but he’s always been better with pictures, colors, landscapes. words weren’t his strong suit, but he’s trying to find the right ones for riley. “whatever it is, it’s probably gold.”

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        for what it’s worth, wyatt didn’t exactly think that it would get this far ---- wyatt, with his arm around georgie, parading around an art museum and telling her all of his favorite pieces. he can’t imagine things to be different, though, funny enough; what started as a stupid bet for a hundred bucks had turned into something that wyatt couldn’t quite put his finger on. maybe wyatt would have to thank his dumbass friends for putting him up to this. “this is my favorite matisse,” wyatt says quietly, pointing up to it, looking at georgie with a little grin. “if i could be any artist, i’d be matisse, hands down. dude was fucking dope.”

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          “we’ve gotta get out of here.” context had never particularly been sebastian’s strong suit, but especially not now, with a coveted painting rolled up and hidden in his sleeve. he gives armani his best casual smile, but he hopes that his eyes convey what he’s trying to say. he dips, lips ghosting her ear, “let’s just say i’ve got a gift for you.”

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“and i love too, that love soon might end.” -- wasteland, baby! by hozier for my angel @sundayluv

          “all of this is pointless.” sabine says the words as fact, rather than posing them as a question. her dark wave of hair cascades and crashes across adrian’s body, her head resting in his lap. eyes, ever dark, bore into the length of his forearm, watching where her finger trails down it, the corner of her mouth daring to turn up. “i’m going to die.” those same eyes look up to find is, her smile growing a bit more deviant. “you’re going to die. sebastian. our love will die. all of us. down to the deep, dark, pit of hell.” she hums and rolls over, onto her stomach, crawling up to rest her chin on his shoulder. “except for me. i’m going to heaven.”

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     laurel is unsurprisingly a god liar. the ability is like a muscle to her, one she works out regularly. she’s aware of her ticks, she’s even worked on spells and talismans that can aid her when she needs them. in this moment, she doesn’t give a flying fuck if they can tell she’s lying through her teeth. “why on earth would i hex you?” is her response to their rambling anger. she’s calm and collected, wearing an uncharacteristic smile when she’s usually scowling and swearing. in fact, she’s pretty sure the last time she saw them she was cursing them out. she walks towards the front of the store. “i think you’ve got the wrong witch. maybe go interrogate the many others that probably have a vendetta against you.”

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     “can you stop yelling at me?” tristan practically growls across the room, though despite the ripped t-shirt and his blood-stained skin, he knows he’s hardly threatening to them. he’s never even been close to hurting them, even when they’re making him feel guilty about a little maiming. besides, he doesn’t have the energy to turn again without practically passing out the second he comes back, so he’ll certainly be keeping his temper in check. “it’s not like he’s dead! an ambulance came and i could still hear his stupid heartbeat from a block away.” in his annoyance, he begins trying to pull the ruined shirt off, but he gets stuck in one of the rips and groans loudly. “could you be helpful for once?”