#whimsiques

[godbrks]

✷ 𝄃 𝄃 𝄂 𝄂 𝄃 @whimsiques -> ⁽ 𝓐NGEL ₎ .ᐟ ཋ -> 🐺 ˚₊‧ -> ⁽ 𝘁𝘅𝘁 ₎ — i left my camera at your place.

⁽ 𝘁𝘅𝘁: 9:31PM ₎ uh ohhhhhhhh ⁽ 𝘁𝘅𝘁: 9:31PM ₎ lemme look ⁽ 𝘁𝘅𝘁: 9:36PM ₎ wait i found it !!! ⁽ 𝘁𝘅𝘁: 9:38PM ₎ [*IMAGE DELIVERED*] ⁽ 𝘁𝘅𝘁: 9:38PM ₎ looks like u gotta come back 0:)

[unfaes]

𝜗𝜚 𝄃 𝄃 𝄂 𝄂 𝄃 ₍ ⌗ ₎ 𝓓YLAN ₍ @whimsiques ₎ TO : 𝓝ATHAN !! ➥ ₍ 𝚃𝚇𝚃 ₎ i have . . . sort of a FAVOR to ask.

𝓸vercast skies stand high above the city, mist descending into the streets. pale clouds envelop the towering buildings in every direction, threatening citygoers with a DOWNPOUR. as nathaniel works to navigate through his numerous new messages, the first droplet splatters upon the webbed screen of his cell phone. CURSE escapes beneath his breath, thumb wiping away the spot & nearly returning a scam call. seeing the notification from dylan, nathan quickly ducks under a coffee shop's partition, nearly sideswiping a well - dressed businesswoman in the process. ( it's been ... what, THREE YEARS ? what could she possibly need from him now, after so much time ? ) thick brows furrow as a grating huff topples from smoker's lungs, deeply calloused fingers typing out a stern reply that perfectly reflects the day's SHIT MOOD.

│ ₍𝚃𝚇𝚃₎ : you don't say... ? │ ₍𝚃𝚇𝚃₎ : look. i got a lot on my plate right now, kid. │ ₍𝚃𝚇𝚃₎ : if you need a cop, try calling the REAL police.

[puncia]

▐║　　⌖　　𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝙲𝙰𝙻𝙻:　　@whimsiques,　Sam.

There is no grand,　over-arching narrative convoy to explain why Leopard feels the urge to interfere:　it is simplest to allow the world to run its course while she is relegated to inexpressive observer,　never shifting a palm nor stretching her legs in silent rebellion.　Keen eyes watch slick ne’er-do-well pry a wallet from unremarkable bloke’s back pocket as they slip,　seemingly undetected,　right past him.　With a downturn of her brows to croon her dissatisfaction,　only half a second lapses before she springs into action,　shoving through wall of bodies to close the distance between herself and pickpocket with immediacy　⸻　damned constant calisthenics and cardio must find some value in this pitiful life.　(No one needs to feel sorry for you,　Leopard.　Live and let die.)　When she,　blank-faced stranger,　reappears in front of Sam,　there is no greeting nor acknowledgement beyond the wallet being offered out to him on its pedestal of her flattened palm.　She inches it further.　❛❛  I don’t think anything was taken from it.  ❜❜　No hello,　introduction,　this or that,　anything,　only her vacant eyes boring into him in the most neutral way she can muster.　

[godbrks]

✷ 𝄃 𝄃 𝄂 𝄂 𝄃 @whimsiques -> ⁽ 𝓐NGEL ₎ .ᐟ ཋ -> 🐺 ˚₊‧ -> ⁽ 9𝐀𝐌 ⁾ a diner smelling of breakfast food as rain patters against the window outside.

𝒓hythms, one after another, fill wells' head ; battling for dominance amidst his pounding migraine. the old jukebox's incessant clicking, the drilling of rain upon the tin roof, the tapping of his own errant foot. every time they notice it, wells tries to stifle their anxious habit — but it always picks up again when they aren't looking. metal & glass meet with a grating clink, tip of his fork twisting this way & that atop the table. he's arrived early, wells knows he has no right to be impatient ; yet, the diner's dull droning serves as the perfect agitator. heel of a palm props their head up lazily, posture sagged & hunched into himself. he doesn't blame the family of four that skitters quickly past his table to their own, nor the waitress who served him water with an obvious mix of suspicion & pity in her eyes — he looks like a WRECK. as wells is contemplating shooting the last of his paper cash into the jukebox just to shut up its current unbearable country tune, the booth across from him sinks with his company's arrival. eyes dart up, this possibly the most alert he's been all morning — gaze setting upon the familiar face in front of him. a stranger for all intents & purposes, yet also NOT entirely. he'd looked angel up prior to his email response, as one does, familiarizing himself with what social media presence he could find — ( creepy, or cautious ? ) wells doesn't care what you'd call it. it made him feel safe enough to show up, after all. ( wouldn't be the first time somebody pulled a fast one on him — this being part of his unspoken rationale behind meeting here, in public. ) ❛ — shit – hey, man. ❜ GENUINE effort lies behind the weary smile wells offers his prospective business partner, showing in the way posture straightens a little; some small attempt to appear put - together. ❛ — angel, right ? ❜

[k9es]

█▌ ⁽ ⏾ ⁾ ⋮ ⌗ 𝓐NGEL, ⁽ @whimsiques ⁾ ! ⤷ ❛ 𝓨ou need to get out of here ! ❜

𝐈t doesn't make sense. none of this makes sense. riley's head is spinning, stomach churning as stranger repeats himself. ❛ 𝔂ou ── ❜ brows furrow deeply, setting young face with bewilderment. brain rattles as skull shakes back and forth, riley hardly able to stomach the reality he's being presented with. he feels sick. ❛ you're lying. you're ── you're messin' with me. how do you know all this ? ❜ something deep in his bones knew already, & doesn't like having its fears confirmed. these people are his family, but he doesn't BELONG here ─ & a part of riley knows they'll kill him for it. ❛ ── you don't know what you're talkin' about. ❜

[09011989]

god, veronica, hurry up!  ⠀@whimsiques for summer

it’s too early in the evening to be this annoyed. unfortunately, though, this is a sentiment that veronica has become conditioned to. exasperation is the symptom of her newfound social status, and now it isn’t even 8 p.m., and she has already smeared her eyeliner three times in preparation for the big party that she has no interest in actually attending. but, she cares more than she’ll let on. so she’ll go anyways. she stands in front of the mirror, hand shakier than intended (what she would give to light a cigarette right now.), in the middle of her third reapplication, jumping at the sound of pounding at the door. her arm jerks, and her eyeliner, predictably, ruins itself. “ fuck, ” she mumbles, slamming the pen into the counter.

veronica swings the bathroom door open before she has the opportunity to wipe off her makeup, hand lingering on the doorknob, ready to shut it again. “ jeez, summer. impatient much? ” the corner of her mouth twitches in irritation, and she pauses briefly to regain composure. “ just — give me a minute, will you? then we can motor. ”

[k9es]

██▌ ⁽ 𝓤nprompted ⁾ 𝄃 𝄃 𝄂 𝄂 𝄃 ₍ ⌗ ₎ 𝓐NGEL, ⁽ @whimsiques ⁾ !!

❛ ─ 𝓘’m gonna have to get my shit together, but not tonight. ❜

[k9es]

[ ⏾ ] 𝄃 𝄃 𝄂 𝄂 𝄃 ⌗ 𝓖ABE ⁽ @whimsiques ⁾ ♡'d !!

❛ 𝓘 still don't know how to trust my reads on people, to be honest. ❜