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♡   brighternite   ;   a  dependent   mumu  blog   attached   to   AGNESFM   .

--    FEATURING   ;

CELIA   DAVIES   ;   intro.  threads.  tidbits.

MEREDITH   PERLMAN  ;   intro.  threads.  tidbits.

LAL   IŞIK    ;    intro.  threads.  tidbits.  

SUNA   SUNSTÖRM    ;   intro.  threads.  tidbits.  

this  house  they  share  with  alex,  it  always  feels  bigger  than  it  actually  is  every  time  degas  disappears  and  she  has  to  find  him.  eyes  touching  every  nook  and  cranny  in  hopes  of  finding  him  in  this  room,  her  cat  doesn’t  seem  to  be  around.  "  degas  !  "  the  feline's  name  is  called  in  despair.  "  please  come  out,  this  is  taking  forever.  "  hands  on  her  hips  as  she  droops  her  head.  "  i  told  you  to  hold  him  tight  milo,  how  are  we  going  to  handle  this  ?  "  this  being  clipping  the  nails  of  the  wild  tabby.  the  task  was  supposed  to  be  simple  with  the  duo  in  action.  milo  would  hold  him  as  he  is  one  of  the  very  few  people  the  cat  seems  to  like,  and  celia  would  do  the  clipping.  but  as  soon  as  celia  appeared  with  the  clipper  in  her  grasp,  degas  left  the  scene.  leaving  a  cloud  of  his  shed  fur  afloat.  "  where  should  we  look  for  next  ?  "

WITH   :   @hcppier​ ( milo )

he  is  going  to  think  you  are  ditching  him  !  reasonable  side  of  her  brain  reminding  her  once  more  as  she  is  trying  on  the  sixth  dress  out  of  her  wardrobe.  she  is  not  the  type  to  get  excited  for  a  date  easily,  but  when  she  does,  oh  how  excited  she  gets  !  the  slightly  tilted  cheval  glass  is  now  reflecting  the  model  in  a  white  mini-dress  with  a  scoop  neck  and  thin  straps,  a  perfect  fit  hugging  her  petite  frame.  earrings  with  a  vintage  look  to  them,  gifted  by  no  one  other  than  her  mother,  beige  as  the  chosen  color  for  her  bag  and  shoes  ;  the  brunette  makes  sure  her  shiny  hair  is  parted  just  right.  

she  is  ready.  

when  she  enters  the  nightclub,  people  are  already  dancing  to  a  song  that  belongs  to  an  era  that  is  long  gone.  alluring  eyes  scan  the  crowd  to  find  his  face.  fearing  he  had  left,  when  their  eyes  meet,  a  smile  so  big  blesses  her  gloss  coated  lips.  she  walks  fast  to  the  corner  he  is  standing  despite  the  high  heels.  no  high  heel  shall  stop  her  from  walking  graciously.  "  goodness  gracious,  i  was  afraid  you  left  because  i  took  so  long.  "  her  smile  not  fading  a  bit,  she  goes  on.  "  happy  to  see  you  here,  nico.  "

WITH  :  @mayshyne​​  (  nico  )

"  we  could've  won  !  "  the  artist  insists.  she  is  a  fanatic  at  heart,  does  not  matter  how  she  has  no  idea  about  the  rules  of  this  game.  while  the  discussion  on  why  westview  lost  and  islesbury  won  continues  ,  her  eyes  start  to  dance  around  after  she  puts  forth  an  argument  that  can't  be  backed  up.  that's  when  they  realize  the  other  is  looking  at  their  way.  meredith  waves  at  him,  to  let  him  know  she  has  realized  their  gaze  on  her.  skipping  jovial  steps  take  her  to  gabe,  hands  inside  her  denim  dungarees'  pockets  now.  she  knows  the  other  only  from  the  previous  joint  events  the  universities  had,  and  in  her  book,  there  is  no  such  thing  as  too  many  friends.  that's  why  meredith  lets  her  smile  shine  as  she  talks  to  the  other. her  already  energetic  mannerism  is  a  tad  bit  more  there  and  present  because  of  the  alcohol  intake.  one  finger  is  pointing  at  him.  "  hey  there,  i  remember  you  !  gabe,  right  ?  "  after  greeting  him,  she  proceeds.  "  i  saw  you  looking,  were  you  trying  to  recognize  me  ?  i  know  we  see  each  other  only  at  these  kinds  of  events,  but  don't  tell  me  you  have  forgotten  about  me  !  that  would  mean  i’m  easy  to  forget.  "

WITH  :  @hcppier​​ (  gabe  )

                watchful  eyes  take  note  of  her  actions,  like  it  would  somehow  change  his  sour  attitude;  though  his  usual  countenance  never  wavered.        ❝didn’t  say  i  cared.        ❞        pause.    (    clearly  not  anticipating  such  an  honest  answer,  mostly  looking  for  a  quick  jab.    )❝        what’s  so  shitty  in  your  life?    kinda  ruining  the  vibe.        ❞        but  he  doesn’t  care,  though  !

Seeing Lal in such a state felt unnatural. He didn’t like it, and he wanted to find a way to cheer her up! However, when she spoke he could recognise the struggle of fitting in. He had been so worked up about finding his own place, he hadn’t really thought about if she had managed to find hers. Or if Gabe had managed, for that matter. “I’m sorry to hear that.” He said honestly, turning his head to look at her. “No, I don’t miss home. Kinda miss London, but…” he shrugged his shoulders. “I get you, though, it’s been hard finding a place here.” He thought for a moment. “Have you had a chance to explore the city yet? Or make friends outside of the course?”

Shrugging his shoulders, Freddie only got himself more comfortable on the sofa. Sure, he could get up and leave her there with whatever it was that was keeping her up. “I’m alright.” He said, waving off the comment that he should be going to bed. “It’s too late, though, I already do worry about you. What’s going on?” 

"  i'm  supposed  to  pretend  that  i'm  supporting  my  university's  team  but  in  fact,  "  she  says  while  both  hands  are  full  with  hot  dogs,  one  hand  is  extended  to  the  other  to  let  him  take  the  hot  dog.  "  i'm  here  primarily  for  the  cheap  hot  dogs.  "  she  takes  one  of  the  stadium's  seats  right  next  to  him.  of  course,  they  are  both  on  the  side  of  the  stadium  cheering  for  islesbury  university.

WITH :  @gatheringswans​

Shrugging, Freddie turned to face her properly. “I was asleep. But I woke up and I don’t know why, and I noticed the lights were on and now we’re here.” He said and smiled some at her. “Are you alright?” He glanced over her, trying to read her body language. “You seem tense.” 

          he would never let anyone notice. and he would never let anybody know. but of course billie dunne had a heart. and it wasn’t all bad, not full of spite and rage. at least not most of the time. he’d wake up every now and then on a sunday, head feeling heavy from the smoke and drinks he’d nursed at the bar all night. the house would be silent. too silent. lonely even. was this really all he wanted for life? he knew the answer well enough. knew that there was only one right reply to all of this. every now and then william would wake up on a sunday and miss the way her strawberry blond locks were sprawled across the pillow, the way she’d breath so quietly right next to him, the backs of their hands touching because it was too hot under the blanket to actually press against each other. and now, when she finally met his gaze, the feeling was there. it was loud in his chest, consumed his thoughts totally and for a second he just stood there and mustered her. the jealousy was quiet now. all the irishman saw was she. raw and pure and with all that she actually felt for him: nothing but hate. which, to be fair, he deserved. and yet it would be the reason he’d sleep uneasy. 

“you know i always do.” he wanted to snap back but his voice was a lot softer, not as playful, not as provocative now. he was getting caught up in that feeling which he wasn’t supposed to feel until the next morning. but that’s what happened when you play too close to the flames. you get burned. 

just for a second he allowed himself the thought of holding her again. just a moment. briefly. a quick hug. shaking hands? maybe just their hands brushing against each other when they walked past. just a little touch. and he was sure he’d feel better. but it was that relief which he knew he couldn’t get. “are you sure nothing i could say would make you stick to the conversation? i could make a tasteless joke if that helps.” and he knew he sounded desperate. but lal had seen him when he’d felt lower. so there was nothing really that he had to lose. not when she already saw all of him. 

perhaps  all  the  myths  about  the  fine  line  between  friendship  and  lovers  were  true.  the  myths  about  how  once  you  cross  it,  it's  never  easy  to  go  back  to  the  start.  lal  and  billie  could  be  the  paragons  of  this  case.  had  they  not  crossed  that  line,  would  they  have  been  able  to  maintain  their  friendship  ?  every  time  she  was  caught  by  the  sight  of  the  man  with  skies  in  his  eyes,  she  would  contemplate  that  question.  logic  would  stop  her  there  :  too  late.  it  was  too  late.  what's  done  has  been  done.  love  had  once  reigned  until  it  lost,  but  the  line  had  been  crossed.  

she  is  ready  to  walk  away,  mindlessly  until  she  is  not  within  his  reach  anymore.  one  more  frivolous  remark,  and  she  is  gone.  but  his  change  in  tone,  she  takes  that  as  an  effort.  not  just  an  effort.  a  major  effort  even.   considering  it's  william  dunne  standing  before  her.  "  one  thing  would  help,  billie.  not  just  to  me,  but  to  you  as  well.  "  

an  ache  begins  to  form  in  her  chest,  slowly  spreading  to  every  inch  of  hers.  "  why  are  you  insisting  on  putting  me  in  this  position  ?  the  position  that  i  need  you  to  tell  you  to  go  have  fun  somewhere  else,  with  someone  else.  because  billie,  that's  what  you  want,  isn't  it  ?  you  just  want  your  fun.  "  the  redhead  is  not  exactly  aware  how  her  head  is  bobbing  in  an  angry  fashion.  "  you  know  it.  i  know  it.  it's  what  you  want.  won't  you  give  up  on  it  ?  "

where: amidst some greenery, near the donut hole ! who: lal isik , @brighternite​ !

since being home, daewon is struggling. he found no familiar place amongst his relatives ; even with the little one, yoseob, he feels like a stranger. he yearns for a place that feels like home, he is desperate for it. even when back in the barracks, he does not involve himself in their frivolities - he has tried, but he always falls short. he just can’t relate to the other men, and he wishes that he could be different. normal. but he likes it here. he can watch the world go by, and for a few moments, the wretchedness of his situation is a memory.

never  thought  she  could  spend  too  much  of  her  time  in  the  doughnut  queue.  yet,  it  happened.  at  least,  she  snapped  a  couple  of  nice  photographs  to  add  to  her  album.  finding  where  ‘  the  donut  hole  ’  is  was  another  long  story.  thankfully,  she  had  someone  helping  her  with  that.  with  a  box  of  doughnuts  in  her  hands,  one  of  each  different  flavor  contained  inside,  she  feels  ready  to  hit  the  streets  again.  but  then,  she  notices  something.  someone.  daniel  eun  seated  alone.  for  a  moment,  she  is  gazing  at  him  for  too  long,  before  she  realizes  how  odd  she  must  look.  she  has  more  than  one  reason  to  find  herself  gravitating  towards  where  the  other  is  sitting.  reason  one  being  her  very  turkish  genes  urging  her  to  thank  him.  there  is  no  such  thing  as  taking  and  not  giving  back  in  her  culture.  reason  two  being  the  fact  that  she  is  curious  of  him.    

where: running water ! who: lal isik, ! @brighternite​ 

“i’m telling you, and i don’t tell lies,” birdie pauses, grimaces. “well, i’ve bent the truth once or twice, but just little white lies…” she shakes her head. “ah! listen to me babbling away! what i’m trying to say is, doll, you have the face of a dream! have you ever modelled?”

for  someone  who  survives  by  her  poker  face,  it's  almost  amazing  how  anger  can  suddenly  overflow  out  of  her.  not  like  it's  any  common  occurrence.  intense  stares,  words  sharp  like  honed  knives,  and  firm  body  language  are  her  preferred  methods  to  exude  anger.  with  billie  though,  those  methods  alone  can't  quite  do  the  trick.  

he decided to forgo pretenses. the impending longevity of the evening, coupled with the relentless stress, gave way for honesty. daniel would not lie with intention to lal. “… when employees disagreed with management,” daniel answers. he liked to think that is his a fair boss - but truthfully, he is impatient, and has little room for mistakes. this is a fault that daniel has no plans to rectify. he is weeding out the incapable, and the lazy, with his expectations. “but no,” he shakes his head. “i don’t regret it either.” he gestures with his head, toward a door that reads staff only. “am i not the one stealing you? as trust me, i have made the rounds. conversation is becoming illegible as the night goes on. allow me to give you a tour.”

she  gives  him  an  understanding  look,  eyes  looking  down,  words  leaving  her  lips  like  a  sigh.  "  i  see.  "  for  sure,  she  knows  how  challenging  it  can  get  to  manage  a  business.  she  doesn't  even  dare  and  compare  his  business  to  hers  as  his  is  in  a  more  raucous  part  of  the  entertainment  industry.  that's  why  she  takes  his  answer  as  it  is.

she  asks  for  directions  from  a  passer  by,  and  the  said  passer  by  turns  out  to  be  a  passenger  who  is  only  around  for  a  while.  what  does  that  tell  about  lal's  luck  ?  maybe  a  little  bit  too  much.  "  i'm  sorry,  you  just  wanted  to  help  me  but  i  think  we  are  both  lost  now.  "  the  redhead  clears  her  throat.  "  i  want  you  to  go  back  before  we  get  any  further  lost,  so  now  is  your  cue.  "  all  she  wanted  was  visiting  one  of  those  niche  stores,  and  now  here  she  is   :  lost  with  a  stranger.

WITH  :  @lizziedevereaux​ .