CECILIA LANCASTER

casey: you’re asking me to put on pants and go upstairs casey: on the one hand, I could use the exercise, on the other hand I’m comfortable sitting in my tidy whitey reginalds casey: whatcha supposed to be writing anyway?

@dearestcecilia: i’ll come to you, i just want drinking company honestly

@dearestcecilia: i’ve got writers block and i don’t want to stare at this page any longer

the moment cole’s fist connected with brooks’ face, there was — at first — a dead silence, ringing distinctly in everyone’s ears even beneath the music; for all the attention that was being paid, there might as well have been the scratch of a record grinding to a halt, and then quiet as the party-goers were raptly watching the moments just post-disaster. cecilia had felt the tension, of course, pulled taut, a million strings tugging her this way and that; it was a difficult way to be, the sort of person that had room in their too-large heart for everyone. the kind of heart that rattled your ribcage with every beat and threatened to tear itself free and kill you with the depth of your own emotion. cecilia lancaster was a fanciful being, and she wanted to believe the state of affairs was better than she was often forced to confront, but it was as she told mia earlier that day: it’s a fucked up world.

“i have some ideas,” city smirked. city didn’t need to know all the details of cecilia’s past relationship, it all seemed rather arbitrary to her. regardless of whatever it was they were doing, city didn’t stop herself from intertwining her fingers with cecilia’s, holding her close as they squirmed through the crowd. “have i told you how fucking stunning you look in that dress?” city asked, almost beaming as she looked the other up and down. “you have a choice to make. either we get out of here, ten or twenty minutes tops. or you dance with me, right now, in the middle of that fucking crowd, where everyone can see,” city explained, a cocky grin practically ingrained on her face.

“oh!” blush lit up across cecilia’s cheeks, burning bright as she gave a flattered smile and a thankful kiss to city’s cheek ( thusly proving how inebriated she was ) holding tight to her hand; her accent had thickened considerably the more she drank, as even in two years the german in her had refused — obstinate — to fade. “thank you!” 

( cecilia had probably told city more about her relationship with stevie than she cared to know, considering that it was — up until point now — entirely drama-less. which meant, she supposed, that it was entirely dramaless. because it was over. )

"oh my god city where are we going—" 

the blonde’s breathless words could barely be heard over the madding crowd, people clinking glasses and dancing, smoke rising high into the new york city night, as city ellis grabbed ahold of her hand ( bottle of moonshine still in the other ) and set off full-pelt across the rooftop, cecilia barely able to keep pace with the friend she had come to rely on more and more over the past two weeks. they were friendly before, and fond of each other’s company, but city’s forthright way of solving problems seemed to be the only way to drag cecilia free from the quagmire of guilt she’d been sinking into that night; every time stevie’s saddened eyes caught her own and they were forced to confront the enormity of what she had done, it began again, and city — sighing heavily, usually punctuated with a damnit cecilia — came to pull her away.

RELATIONSHIP PLAYLIST (2/?) — cecilia lancaster + city ellis ( @wtfcity​ )

RELATIONSHIP PLAYLIST (1/?): cecilia lancaster + stevie brooks ( @lctely​ )

what are you doing here?

have you lost your way?

have you come to move close, dear