charly blythe

         CADEN’S STILL IN BED, grimacing at the sound of his phone going off, but the name on the screen stops him.  he immediately answers.   “ why are you worried about me ? “   he says with a small yawn, though sitting up in his bed.   “ but yeah, i have no plans today. “   besides sleep, but he didn’t want to tell her that when it was almost two in the afternoon.   “ want to, i don’t know, grab dinner ? “

               mundane   moments   like   this   one   feels   almost   NOSTALGIC   —   the   duo   unwinding   in   their   alumni   dorm   in   comfortable   silence.   however,   samuel’s   leisurely   time   at   blackthorne   was   the   TOTAL   opposite   of   this,   but   it   felt   like   he   has   been   by   the   blonde’s   side—as   both   roommate   and   partner—for   years.   perhaps   charly   would   never   admit   how   close   they’ve   gotten   since   they   stepped   foot   on   campus,   but   he’d   say   it’s   quite   a   dramatic   (   and   nice   )   change   to   their   initial   meeting.   samuel   is   laying   on   his   bed,   narrowed   hues   focusing   on   his   book   when   she   asks   him   a   question.   his   lips   purse   in   thought,   placing   the   book   pages   down   on   his   chest.   ❛   hm,   red   wine   —   grenache   blends,   preferably.   i   do   like   pastis   cocktails   as   well,   but   it’s   hard   to   get   THAT   around   here.   ❜      

sage knows her words are supposed to offer some sort of comfort, but it only makes her stomach twist a little more. yes, sure, it was a little nice to know charly also felt the way she did about life here and there, but for sage, it was a feeling that stopped her from doing anything at all. it was a sensation that every now and then made it hard to even leave her bed. and to think it was all her, and not some sort of defect in her genes or something- well, it was not a comforting feeling. she didn’t respond, though. just held it, like everything else she did in life. she still looked at charly offering her explanations, liking the way that she had not been the only one who felt sort of pressured by the family tradition, and the whole idea of being a spy. sage sighed and just shrugged. “i don’t know… i don’t know, charly. i… i like it here, but also i still can’t feel like i belong. two entire years here, and it just… hasn’t happened yet. i don’t know if it’s normal. well, spy normal.” she sighed again. “i don’t know. i don’t want to rule it out, but sometimes i just wish to have a normal boring life.”

“And to think I am considering hiring some of them,” Cora tutted with a smirk as she perused the various student files that sat on her desk. If any of these students were going to continue stealing things than it had better if she was telling them to. Mentoring at Gallagher had also come with recruiting opportunities, another reason that she had taken the job.  Heartfield Enterprises was always looking for young new agents though current events were making her consider otherwise. “From my own mentees I’ve considered Orlov. What about from your lot? Any worth speaking to who is looking for a job?”

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     she rarely drinks, so when raina is only three glasses of white whine in, she already has a buzz. “oh my goodness, these people are MONSTERS,” she huffs from under her breath. she already cleans when she’s sober, and it only seems to heighten when she’s under the influence. she currently has a stack of discarded plates in her hands. “this was such a nice event, and these people just don’t care.”

sage is holding her breath the entire time. she knows charly is not mom, but she can’t tell if that’s better or worse. their mother is eccentric at best, dramatic and takes everything too seriously, sage had learned to live with that, and yet, there’s nothing she wanted better than having charly herself, her sister, to like her, and be proud of her. even more so than their mother. it would be a hard thing, to talk to her about it, but getting it out of the way with charly felt like a new breath. she exhales and just looked at her, nodding a little bit. “you are… kind of…” she admits with a little laugh, more tears coming out of her eyes without her control. she didn’t want expectations, she didn’t want to be the best, she just wanted to fucking be. sage wipes her tears and smiles a little bit. “i don’t know… if i’m happy. i like… medical training, but you know… i keep wondering what it would be like to actually go to med school and all that. did it ever happen to you?”

how did maeve find the courage to offer a shot to an alum ? she didn’t know. alcohol truly brought everyone together… ish. “ you were never here to begin with. you know you’re secret’s safe with me,” maeve winked playfully as she took a sip from her own drink. “ did you also have parties like this when you were a student here ? ”  

juliette, as always, was fashionably late to the cherry blossom festival. the sun had a few minutes at best before it dipped beneath the horizon and the night settled in. she stood on the edge of the orchard, her eyes glazing over the scene before her, scanning the milling crowd for a familiar face but in the low light it was hard to differentiate figures let alone faces. instead, the blonde decided to get herself a drink, weaving in and out through the crowd to get herself a glass of champagne. usually, the clock had to hit at least double digits for her to lose herself in inebriation, but today was different. with the uncovering of the ex brotherhood members, of which her father had been one, she was desperate for a night of IGNORANCE and BLISS. she brought the glass to her lips, downing it of its contents as she felt the presence of someone next to her. “i think this is cheap champagne,” she said, wrinkling her nose as she tilts her head to look at the glass. | @gallagherstart​

maeve will admit that the music being blasted on the grounds was top tier. parties weren’t her cup of tea but she enjoyed them from time to time. as usual, she found a spot away from the crowd. she had a couple of beers, maybe a shot here and there, but she was totally fine— or so she tells herself. she, too, liked to let loose sometimes even in her own little ways. maeve found herself jumping and dancing to the music, not caring that her hair was a complete mess and pieces stuck to her forehead. it was dark, who else was going to see anyway. though, she spoke too soon. “oh umm—” she cleared her throat, pulling down her shirt, and tucking her hair behind her ear; a sad attempt at looking well kept. “the music is really good. do you want a shot?” she at least thought to awkwardly offer them a drink. // @gallagherstart​

“not a new word,” he corrects without hesitation. “just one i rarely have the opportunity to use.” the briefness of this period of time will ensure that this remains true, unfortunately. “does it remind you of umami, or something?” hal raises an eyebrow, unsure whether or not she’s just fucking with him. “well, i don’t know what i don’t know, now do i?”

sage hadn’t even realized when her eyes had filled up with tears, but they were dripping down her cheeks without much control of her. she wasn’t sad as much as she was frustrated and relieved now that she had said it. she moved away from her sister for a second, walking across the room and back before sitting down again when she had her mind and emotions in grasp again. “Medical training.”

                 his   seated   position   straightens   as   charly   confides   in   him   …   of   course   taking   his   crossed   feet   off   of   mahogany   desk   out   of   respect.   samuel’s   curiosity   still   is   evident,   a   slight   nod   of   his   head   following   her   words.   finally,   a   mission   he   can   sink   his   fangs   into   !   he   isn’t   worried   about   the   repercussions   —   when   has   samuel   ever   been   worried   about   the   consequences   affecting   him   ?   he   gets   away   with   ANYTHING.   he   leans   back   slightly,   his   office   chair   squeaking,   as   he   thinks   through   this   (   which   isn’t   very   long   ).   ❛   hm   …   alright.   what   were   these   ‘   wild   ’   accusations   she   was   telling   you   ?  ❜