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text || carpenter.
nate: so you lost your house key?
nate: have you tried retracing your steps?
astrea: it appears that way
astrea: i take a lot of steps in a day
ofmolly¡:
Though Molly rarely indulges the sentimental side of himself, heâs touched by her words nonetheless; a soft huff of amusement allowed as he spares her a dry sort of smile. âSappy,â He chides, âthough I â I mean. Thank you.â Awkward despite himself when forced to express genuine emotion; though, he does his best. You ground me, he thinks pointedly at his best friend, you make me feel whole. Unspoken gratitude exchanged in the form of his shoulder bumping against hers. Similarly to Astrea, heâs unacquainted with such an easy sort of fondness; raised to believe that the right to feelings are earned. Praise only extended if something impressive is preformed. Which, in Mollyâs case, was rare in the eyes of his father; his mother a free thinking women, though she was often too involved in her own circumstances. Itâs refreshing, he supposes, to know how Astrea feels. The words, âplus youâre annoying, so maybe that will snap my mom out of it,â bringing the two back into familiar territory. And Molly rolls his eyes fondly, the packed bags nudged in Astreaâs direction for approval. He snorts. âYour mother couldnât get enough of me if she tried,â He drawls in return, ââ But, maybe our combined antics will satisfy her need for attention.â Inwardly, he begins plotting; Mollyâs sense for the dramatic second to none. âEven if going blind is a little extreme ⌠how could she possibly gaze upon my face if such a terrible event were to occur? Bet she hasnât thought of that.â With that, he lifts his shoulder in a shrug; a playful smirk pulling onto his lips. âWorse comes to worse, I read to her from one of those trashy romance novels and she makes me her new husband. Problem solved â sheâll never bother you again.âÂ
finding no verbal response, astrea decides to stick her tongue out at him. itâs her default that sheâs taken with her from childhood. âshut up, you looooove me,â she says, puckering up her lips and making a move towards his cheek. she shakes her head and smiles, though itâs directed at the counter. molly canât possibly know that heâs made her laugh. the nudge on her shoulder is fully welcomed. itâs an unspoken gesture, but astrea knows what he means. me too. in astreaâs family, it is better to be seen and not heard. unless you were mrs. abernathy, then by all means the louder you were the better. it took a long time for astrea to come out of her shell, her childhood marked by silent reading time and the quiet game until she met molly. astrea remembers the day she met molly very well. he was tall and he talked a lot. intimidating but nice. she looks at him now and doesnât understand why she was so afraid of him in the beginning. astrea examines the bags, knowing more or less that her mother would not care of their contents-- but it was the thought that counted. âyouâre practically twins, i hate itâ she says. astrea and her mother could never connect the way mothers and daughters should. it appeared astrea was more interested in ancient mummies than middle school boys. she snorts, shaking her head. âas soon as she sees you, sheâll claim that she can see. itâll be a miracle. twenty bucks, iâm telling you.â astrea picks up a bag or two and sighs. âyeah but the problem with that is that youâll be my step dad.â she visibly shudders. âand no one wants that.âÂ
text || carpenter.
nate: oh yeah sure thing
nate: but, how did you get locked out of your place if you don't mind me asking?
astrea: not sure, as i never lose anything ever
text || carpenter.
astrea: hello i am locked out of my place and my cousin is at training and molly is MIA. can i chill at your place for a bit?

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sybihlisms¡:
ă*.: ・âž*ďž s t a r t e r - 001 ; open ă after turning down yet another of her bossesâ offer for an assistant,  sybil had gathered her things and placed her papers into her bag. she had work to submit to someone elseâs assistant, and she was contented to walk the few blocks to drop it in the mailbox. she loved fresh air and she loved to wonder if the new blooms outside of her apartment recognized her after a winter of barren bark. maybe she would stop at the cafè down the block and grab some tea on the way back. she wondered if she should stop on her way there and bring the assuredly frazzled assistant some tea. it wasnât that sybil didnât need an assistantâshe very much didâit was that she desired the clutter of time and papers that took up all the space in her apartment. she wanted to delve into character studies and research her next subject. she wanted a distraction.Â
at the last moment, sybil stuffed some of the chocolate chip cookies sheâd made the night before into a glass storage container, sealing the top with a pale blue lid. sending a text to tell of her departure and imminent arrival, the small beauty adjusted the bag on her shoulder and locked her apartment on her way out. the light breeze brushed her hair back as she bounced down the steps to the walkway and began her stroll.
astrea had her own stack of research between her arms, old papers from decades past. languages different from own, written about times no longer relevant. the archaeologist had her hair tied up in a perfect bun, a green ribbon flowing in the wind. she crossed the street after looking for stray motorcyclists and pedestrians before spotting a familiar face. she brightened, her pace increasing. âsybil!â she called out, voice bright and peppy. âwhere are you headed?âÂ
ricardohq¡:
âoh, that was your name? thanks for reminding me, beautiful.â he riposted, misplacing the book in his hands onto the cart that she was pushing, not caring much. eyes widening slightly at her verbal retaliation, he presented a dimpled smile, knowing it would get her upset even more. âwoah there.. feisty, huh? i think youâre a little too loud for this job, sweetheart.â ricardo then placed the book back onto the shelf he took it from, realizing sheâd be even more upset. it wasnât like he enjoyed being an asshole to people, but his arrogant nature just rubbed off on people. âiâm trying to get a lowkey photoshoot for the gram, care to help me? i mean, ash, i know we have a weird past, but we were close friends at a point. a bond like that doesnât just die.â he expressed, his hazel eyes meeting hers. âif anything, we can take one together..get you a couple thousand likes.â
astrea couldnât help the frown that appeared on her face. ricardo always had a way of getting under her skin. she usually prided herself with her calm composure, but astrea knew she was actually an open book. âi know you forgot things, what with the size of your tiny brain.â she crossed her arms over torso and rolled her eyes. âyou...came to the library to take pictures? but...the books?â astrea raised her eyebrows. âfriends? i thought you forgot about that, tooâ she murmured, dropping her eyes for a few moments. astrea scowled. âno thanks, i donât want to be seen with you.â
nicksdrums¡:
nick meant to take his car today, but it wasnât that far and he enjoyed any type of exercise he could get. he had his air pods plugged in, blasting one of his favorite emo songs, a gondola ride in paris by the messenger. he has changed a lot from the person he was, but he still enjoyed his proper emo hard ass rock songs â it would probably always be a part of who he was, he loved heavy instruments being played. heâs not paying attention because he feels himself bump into someone, knocking some of their groceries to the ground. when he seeâs who it is, he canât help but feel guilty, even though itâs been years. âno⌠that was my faultâŚâ he says, bending over to pick up the stuff she had dropped and placing them into her bag again. he wants to apologize for being so mean to her in high school, but he canât get himself to do it. heâs sure she hates him and he doesnât blame her, he definitely didnât have the best past.
astrea straightened out her bags and looked forward, mumbling a soft thank you. she didnât know what else to say. nick had never been kind particularly kind to her before. frankly, she never thought sheâd see his face again once he dropped out of school. but of course, in a city as large as this, only astrea would run into her past bully. she brushed some of her hair behind her ear. âlong time...no see...â astrea murmured, raising to her feet. âum...how have you been?â

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ricardohq¡:
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eyes fixated at the words on the page, ricardo swiped his thumb across the leather hardcover novel to get the effect that he was reading. was he? hell no, maseratiâs donât read. they get read to. and ricardo was no stranger to that. he was actually in the library to take some pictures for his instagram. as an influencer, keeping his social media up to date was important. the only thing he cared about more than his presence was his looks, and ricardo knew he looked damn good. a loud snap after three seconds of self-timer startled those in the library adjacent to the model, but he really couldnât care less about the others, that was until he saw a shadow over him. tilting his jaw up and removing his fake glasses, he rolled his eyes. âoh, itâs you.. not surprised youâd be in a library, toots. i thought when you got hot, you grew out of your nerdy phase.â ricky stood up to face astrea, teasing smirk on his lips as he shrugged, light eyes following her every curve. ricardo thought the lady was rather beautiful, but considering their history, itâd be easier for him to be closed off. âguess looks canât save âem all, huh?â
another peaceful day at the library. astrea pushed a cart of books down the aisle, content with the quiet sound of pages turning and minds working. however, her focus shifted once the sound of a snapping photo reached her ears. astrea peeked over the edge of the aisle and frowned once she realized who it was. she walked over to him and placed her hands on her hips. âastrea,â she reminded him through a fake smile. her eyes followed him up as he stood. âi work here, actuallyâ she responded, a certain bitterness to her voice. âyouâre a jerk-â astrea starts before biting her lip. she didnât want to disturb the other people in the library. âwhat are you doing here?â
axelhttp¡:
âđđđđđ'đ đđđ ever listened to any of my songs? of course iâm a poet. you think i came up with the lyric âfuck that get moneyâ without having been a poet?â he smirked. maybe that wasnât his most profound lyric, but certainly others heâd written had been. the lyrics heâd scrawled on the wall last week were to their newest song theyâd released â specifically the lyric âmaybe i would like you better if you took off your clothesâ. âi know youâre wondering what inspired that lyric. if you must know, some girl said that to me. guess she didnât like my personality, can you believe that?â he motioned for her to follow him. âcâmon, iâll show you my bedroom â thatâs where i keep all the interesting stuff, i swear itâs not a ploy to get you in bed.âÂ
she sneers, her nose scrunching up in disagreement. âi was thinking of âyouâre intertwining your soul with somebody else.ââ astrea would recognize talent when she saw it, even when it came from someone like axel. blue eyes were fixated on the messy sharpie scribbled on the wall. she wondered if they ever repainted, only to mark it up again. âno,â astrea replied flatly. âdonât know why she would ever say that,â the gril responded, light steps following axel. âdonât worry. i wouldnât find myself in your bed even if it was the last bed on earth.â she frowned. okay, maybe not her wittiest come back. âyou know what i mean,â astrea muttered.

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