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luke: ( file attached : https://66.media.tumblr.com/c101be9bd759c9b9b922a6ea50028f3d/tumblr_protluXc941tg9ln0_1280.jpg )
luke: out of all the drunk pics i've got of you
luke: this is my favourite
luke: maybe this faking it episode isn't that bad
like this for a closed text msg starter.
dwarf but make it annoying.
“just out of curiosity, which song was playing when you booked your room?” kyrie inquires, arching an eyebrow. admittedly, the mystery of eroda island just sounded like hogwash to the bottle blonde, but he found it to be entertaining nonetheless. besides, if this person was actually gullible enough to believe in it, he could possibly use it to his advantage. “mine was ‘7 rings’ by ariana grande, and if that’s supposed to imply that my future is all about retail therapy and luxury, i’m definitely not complaining.”
luke came to the isle with no research whatsoever, but that was nothing new of him but he didn’t expect almost everyone to be so buzzed about the legend that the workers tried to make everyone believe in. luckily, the scottish male was the definition of sceptic - he wouldn’t believe anything until it’s proven & seen with his own eyes. ‘ you don’t think i’d ever tell you anything, let alone something you’d use for your own advantage. try again. ’
trust bank.
“ 𝔗𝔥𝔞𝔱𝔰 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔴𝔥𝔬𝔩𝔢 𝔭𝔬𝔦𝔫𝔱. ” the girl wasn’t very focused on the conversation at hand either. her mind had been running a mile a minute since checking in and being assigned to a room with not only her fiance , but this other soul as well. in the back of her mind she knew atlas and her weren’t perfect , but at least they were always there for one another. her eyes had been fixated on her own phone , anything for a distraction. “ this place is part of a legend , whatever song is playing when you get your room is supposed to have something to do with the track of your life. “ seri adored music but in this situation , she didn’t really know how to react. when she came to eroda this certainly wasn’t what she thought she would have to face. her eyes finally became unglued from the instagram feed. “ so what was playing for you? ” really she was curious how the whole thing was effecting everyone else. the girl had wasted so much time overthinking her own situation , trying to help someone else through theirs seemed like it would be a nice change.
his phone screen darkening with every second, until it completely shuts off, leaving unread e-mails waiting, possibly for the longer than they’d ever wait. it wasn’t easy to get luke’s attention, especially if he was thrown into his world of e-mails, invitations & shedules but one mention of the legend in which he’d end up not believing either way made him leave his work, a thing that happens one in a million years. his mind goes back to the time when he came to get his keys, the day he’d hear that he has to share a room with one of the guests, the day where he expected to meet an old couple visiting eroda or a fan in his room but instead saw someone most of his songs would focus on. & then he remembers the notes of one of his favourite songs, his facial expression switching from disbelief to a burst of laughter. ‘ lie to me, 5 seconds of summer. ’ the words hardly leave his mouth. he’s sceptic - that part of him doesn’t even take a possibility like that seriously but some voice inside him makes him re-think this whole situation. ‘ guess who’s my new roommate. '
fragile ballerina.
his heart freezes as the other gives him a new sense of attention. if anywhere else but on stage, attention was something he both lacked and thrived from, but something told him his attention was something he didn’t want. and definitely — there it is, the fear creeping under his skin. hazel eyes light up towards the other as he realizes he remembers him, not sure if he’d hide that anger that suddenly wraps around his heart. instead, he manages to salve himself from whatever trap the other is setting — or so he thinks “ so you do deem my dancing as perfect ? good to know. “ cherry lips curve in a wide smile, however that joy is a mere facade and the other would possibly see through it. rejection wasn’t something atlas was used to in life — maybe because his training had always been consistent and long, since his early childhood, so his technique was nothing else but professional. describe most as light and angel-like, he’d seen luke’s tour as somewhat of a cry of help, but when facing such hard rejection, it caused doubt in his ability. but certainly, luke would never know of his blank nights rehearsing or worse, his bloody bandaged feet.
luke’s eyes didn’t leave the sight of atlas’ face for even a tiny second. watching carefully how his features move around, switching emotions & by looking closely, he could peak the fear that he’d stubbornly try to hide. a tilt of his head, he can feel the slight pain on his lips from the long smile he kept but not once did he let it disappear. instead, he merges his hands together, placing them in front of the male on the table while his back rests on the chair. unread e-mails completely out of his attention or memory. ‘ i’d never discredit you, you are a good dancer. ’ despite what luke might come off as, he’d never stop himself from telling how it is, even if that means complimenting his greatest rival. he believed in crediting & appreciating people, no matter what & who they were. maybe that’s why he didn’t believe he had any rivals - because if anyone disliked him in the business, they wouldn’t ever let him or the public see that. or maybe he just thinks too highly of himself, that’d be much more possible to happen. his face suddenly moves a few inches closer to the dancer, elbows now resting fully on the table. ‘ you are a good dancer, atlas. but you’re not what my team needed, ’ he stops, letting a soft chuckle as his fingers wrap around the glass of his drink, taking a sip. ‘ i mean, i’m pretty sure you’d start a war in the middle of my show if one of the dancers did a wrong move. ’
hair offender.
“no, d– i don’t think i’d be able to come home for the gala this year.” a bored cindy discussed over the phone, manicured fingers twirling a pen while she rolled her eyes. was it really that hard to understand her lack of enthusiasm for this year’s vankirk christmas party? seems like it, since her sister kept on nagging how she still has the chance to take the ceo chair of their dad’s company if only she came back for the holidays. “look,” a fed-up cindy let out, “i really wish i could. i miss daddy so much but i have to shoot this campaign for this app that,” the blonde trailed off, her gaze searching for the missing part of her half-assed excuse until it landed on the person standing close to her table and that’s when it clicked- “tells you when your hair looks like a total mess.”
he wasn’t paying much attention to whatever cindy was saying, his eyes going anywhere but on the blonde - mostly because he didn’t want to make her feel like he’s listening, even though it was boring to stare at the same four walls for the fifth time in the matter of two minutes. his jaw would clench & blue hues focus on the female only at the mention of totally messy hair, just to find her staring back at him. personally offended, luke puts his hand on his chest in dramatical way, his face expressing hurt way too much. ‘ you’d need that. ’ he mouths, head tilting as suddenly, he becomes way too interested in the conversation.
fragile ballerina.
of all people, it needed to be him. atlas just thinks the world is against him at this point, the hotel shoving him with his fiancé and that … devil. it’s all they could be, at this point. so when he had seen one of those zen colouring books for sale in a bookshop, he didn’t think twice. not that it was helping him right now, since the man that rejected his chance of escaping was sitting across from him. colourful strokes of pencil were a bit stronger as he tried to calm down his racing heart, chewing plump cherry flavoured lips as he spoke casually. casually, or at least enough for the other not notice him. bleached messy hair was glimmering softly due to the same sun, as dark hazel hues lifted from the sheet “ well, yeah. the music industry is very unpredictable, you know ? one song could make or break you. like for me, a show could make or break my reputation. but that’s how life goes. ain’t always fair. “ the latter words burned in the back of his mind, as it was told to him in that damn audition.
god knows what luke would do if he knew how atlas calls him in his mind. the male drops his phone on the table, blue hues now completely paying attention to the familiar face but he couldn’t put his mind on how he knows him. at least not until he repeated his words - the ones he’d always use to reject anyone who came to his audition. in his mind, it was something that he could cheer them up with - guess it doesn’t always work. upper lips raising in a wicked smile, the famous dimples forming in his cheeks. ‘ seems like your memory ... bitterness, ’ he corrects himself, smile growing wider as he watches the boy, clearly still not over his rejection. almost like everyone that tried to have a fling with him. ‘ is as perfect as your dancing, atlas, right? ’ if anything, there’s no chance that luke would ever discredit someone’s abilities - & atlas was filled with talent from head to toes, but he was not something luke was looking for in his team & the rejection was unavoidable.
she devil.
Feeling the light breeze against her face, the blonde sipped from her fourth mojito, even though she had stopped counting a few hours ago. She was impatient and didn’t understand how someone could spend hours lying under a scorching sun when you could spend twenty minutes in a tanning bed and get the same effect. But she was determined to get a natural tan by the end of her vacation, so Viviana spent the last 3 hours lying in one of the chairs in front of the hotel pool. After asking the bartender for another mojito, she put on her sunglasses and closed her eyes, feeling her skin burn slightly. With darkness invading her sight, the blonde snorted, sensing someone’s presence. “You’re blocking my sun,” Taking off her sunglasses and sitting down, she stared at the person who was disturbing for the first time. “I hope you have a good reason to disrupt my tanning,” she said crossing her arms.
after being randomly set up to share a room with his ex because of course he’d be lucky enough to have hotel staff run out of hotel rooms right when he comes to rest, luke tries to stay away from the place for as long as he can & preferably, comes back when his ex girlfriend is asleep. the scottish male was sightseeing around the isle .. or more like, hotel resort. he wouldn’t even pay attention to her nor that he was accidentaly blocking someone from sun, until the annoying voice rang in his ears. he had to take a step back to make sure his trip can’t be that bad & have her around as well. ‘ tell me this is your last day & i will never see you again here. ’
sun was hitting luke’s fair cheekbones & catching his sky blue eyes, making them flicker. he was sipping on his drink, phone in his other hand as he was scrolling through his emails - not even letting himself rest for a day. he was having a conversation with the other, not even once bothering to look at them & clearly too busy to mind their company, but he was paying attention. suddenly, his hues drop from the phone screen to the figure on the other side of the small table, eyebrows frowning. ‘ pause. what do you mean my life could depend on a song? ’ confused look on his face ; he was already mad enough the hotel staff suddenly ran out of rooms & he had to share his with his ex girlfriend, hence why he tried to avoid it as much as he could.
i’ve updated luke’s stats page just to make it more fancy & u can also get the vibe of his music. i’ll update w more connections later bc i got lazy & i just wanna rp.
brooklyn nine-nine: moments [10/ ∞]
Maybe you’re not thinking this through. Says the woman who’s been engaged eight times. Uh, but never married once. Game, set, match – Linetti.
ʚ♡⃛ɞ LUCAS ‘LUKE’ WAYLAND, the TWENTY TWO guest of ROOM 231 associated with LIE TO ME by 5 SECONDS OF SUMMER. this PANSEXUAL / PANROMANTIC GEMINI already made the staff think they are IMPULSIVE, REBELLIOUS & LOUD but if you get closer, they are definitely CHARMING, AMBITIOUS & STRAIGHTFORWARD. maybe that’s why SOUND OF LAUGHTER IN THE MIDDLE OF THE STREET AT 3AM, EMPTY BOTTLES OF WINE ON THURSDAY NIGHT, LIPS FORMED INTO A SMILE THAT WILL CHARM HIS WAY OUT OF THE TROUBLE & PAGES RIPPED FROM HIS NOTEBOOK AND THROWN INTO THE CORNER OF HIS ROOM AS A RESULT OF HIS FRUSTRATION WHILE WRITING SONGS always reminds me of them in the middle of the night.
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𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐨…
ʚ♡⃛ɞ LUCAS ‘LUKE’ WAYLAND, the TWENTY TWO guest of ROOM 231 associated with LIE TO ME by 5 SECONDS OF SUMMER. this PANSEXUAL / PANROMANTIC GEMINI already made the staff think they are IMPULSIVE, REBELLIOUS & LOUD but if you get closer, they are definitely CHARMING, AMBITIOUS & STRAIGHTFORWARD. maybe that’s why SOUND OF LAUGHTER IN THE MIDDLE OF THE STREET AT 3AM, EMPTY BOTTLES OF WINE ON THURSDAY NIGHT, LIPS FORMED INTO A SMILE THAT WILL CHARM HIS WAY OUT OF THE TROUBLE & PAGES RIPPED FROM HIS NOTEBOOK AND THROWN INTO THE CORNER OF HIS ROOM AS A RESULT OF HIS FRUSTRATION WHILE WRITING SONGS always reminds me of them in the middle of the night.
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