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melodvc. / jude miller.
it was something that elliot brought out the skateboard again, but jude could see the way it rested in his hand and how it had to feel like home. he’d feel it when he got back on the board, something jude never forgot, like riding a bike. he got secretly good at ice skating, too, but not even bash knew that one. or at least, he pretended he didn’t. the asshole probably figured it out and spared jude, but he also knew bash would have used it in a fight by now and that was the biggest indicator that it stayed a SECRET. he wouldn’t take it to his grave or anything, but he had to be okay being weak around someone. and that was likely never going to happen again. even bash usually got the cold treatment, silencing and brooding on his bad days, but real things to worry about on his worse days. that’s why he was practically tricked into this bullshit therapy thing. it didn’t work and his twin would have to deal with it. but he was all grins at the gesture, all lips pulled taught at the overtones of keeping it hidden. he’d never say, but he was pleased it meant enough to keep hushed. “ and they say i’m the one that needs therapy. “ he smirked, and it haphazard steps, he bumped his arm into the other’s. “ but good to know you’re a liar, too. let’s pile it on the reasons that you’re too S K E T C H Y to trust. “
‘ oh, you’re keeping a list of reasons not to trust me -- damn. ’ he laughs, pleased by the casual body language between them but mostly at the all too accurate use of a word describe him. elliot was sketchy, especially when he wasn’t trying to be. it’s something about the way he talked out of both sides from his mouth, sometimes neither ; never set on a specific one. a close circle of his said it makes it difficult to trust him that way but it’s the same circle that engages with him still. maybe that’s why elliot finds himself doing what he does on occasion: testing that theory. the line & limit between trust and betrayal and how love-prompted FORGIVENESS would come and absolve him. he’d lost a few people, granted -- jacinta had it made it clear to elliot and others that she wants nothing to do with him anymore & well, he understood -- but that wasn’t enough of a conclusion. the third factor: indifference, intervened. it’s why he couldn’t differentiate between love and just that -- not caring. elliot preferred anything but the later. he doubted he’d be taking such measures with jude, however. not that he isn’t intrigued by him -- quite the opposite with how borderline stalkerish he’s behaving --- but he didn’t want to scare him off ( ? to his own surprise ) not until he had him all figured out, at least. ‘ so, who’s “they” ? ’
❛ • — closed starter to / @rosebleds
MARSHA : ‘ mmm sure , you big baby. ’ she teases jacinta , taking a bite from her donut as she walked over to & through the door with jacinta linked in her arms . ‘ whatever, listen. we’re going downstairs to bid our farewells and you — you better be ready when we’re back —– no, no ! we’re doing this. you’re staying. my uncle’s been shying away from sessions and i believe he has a lot to say – to you, too ! he’s a wise, wise man and you have issues , i’m sure . no one’s this perfect . ’ a pause & she contemplates on ways to dish out her mind’s work for the little blonde’s favor in this proposition --- perhaps hers too ? if noel stays , basil wouldn’t have to make two trips & she gets to soak up in his silk shirt’s presence a little while longer --- and then it appears in all it’s foul glory : that all-knowing smirk right on her strawberry frosting stained lips . ‘ --- and if you’re oh so worried about your compeer , he can stay . ’ is it too early ? maybe . but who cares !
NOEL : ‘ nah, i’m – i’m good. ’ bony fingers attempt to rub the tired away from his eyes . unsure of how this night has transpired , but as guests began to seep out & marsha has slipped herself into more comfortable clothing , noel figured it might as well be him leaving too & already anticipated the drive home with jacinta ( or any time they’d spend together . apparently sticking to her side the entire night sharing timid smiles over loud conversations wasn’t enough . even brushing hands once... ) --- and basil , who’d drove them into this manor noel had almost gotten lost in twice this one night , and he’s overly thankful for that . ‘ hey, i can still call for an uber. honestly. you don’t have to drive us all the way back. ’ he speaks to basil , embarrassment has caught up quick enough so he attempts to joke that away . ‘ or i can just ask one of the guys to bring the van over --- with the ropes and chloroform . ’
miles heizer’s iconic eye roll™
‘ alright, here we go.. ’ it comes out as sebastian strangely cooing as opposed to the huff it was meant to be, dropping a drunken melisande off his shoulder & onto a seat in the swing set in the "backyard" of neither’s residence. one hand presses on her shoulder to steady her wobbling self as his foot kicked at the dress beneath her --- an ethereal nightmare of a shakespearean costume he will never not associate it with kylie minogue from now on. a period ruined in the best fucking way -- inhaling a fresh breath of air, he steps away and tentatively takes a seat on the swing next to hers and prepares himself for any sudden movements. ‘ you okay ? how’s your head ? ’ ——– @cnisms

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a quick exit from the formalities transpiring within the palace as guests and nobles come together for a very festive event leads giuseppe to a bench in the main garden, where he finds himself in his lonesome, his self-proclaimed perfection of a dracula costume sulks with him instead of dancing around the halls with strangers and friends. faint conversations around him go unheard, along with the music. not what he’d rather do, but something was strange about knowing a face is supposed to be seen but not finding it anywhere. eleanora’s, to be woefully exact. it hadn’t come to him how he’d been anticipating their meeting -- for weeks prior, the little texts with updates they’d swapped with one another. her life proved much busier than his when all he had is college work he’d fallen behind on -- up until it didn’t happen & now he’s in a limbo of what else would he be disappointed by with a twinge of guilt that makes him feel queasy. he’s not supposed to miss her like this. he understands why he would but it feels off now --- wrong. he’d shamefully ponder some more & reason with his own mind but a shadow casts before him and he looks over his shoulder -- and there it is. the face he’d been longing to see & his heart nearly stops before it finds it’s pace again. finally. he inhales and his eyes squint, playful chastising with a soft smirk and an even softer tone that do nothing to hide his grand relief to see her. ‘ you. ’ ——– @werechosen
can’t wait to get railed by a ghost tonight
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years ago i watched this p/orn and the girl was screaming ‘oh god!! oh god!!!’ and the dude was like ‘there are no gods here’ and to this day it haunts me wtf was he talking about
⊰ ❛ • elliot is calling / townes
elliot: "I mean, the emphasis here is that it's not sexual."
naturism, a likely point of discussion here.
elliot: " — and even if it is, kudos. my dick might work again."
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me: *doesn’t have a gf* me: I love my gf
‘ you're late. ’ again, a sighed statement kelian finds himself greeting rex with lately much to his own dismay --- it doesn’t come as passive disappointment, but more of an unspoken concern that’s often coded not only in small observations between the two, but a general way of approach kelian takes, though he’d never hesitate to be direct if needed but with rex, things usually take time to surface -- or even never at all, which kelian feared the most but he’d hope for the best & his honesty every time. ‘ there’s leftovers in the microwave if you want. you seen phoenix on your way in ? ’ ——– @melodvc