𝒇𝓪𝓵𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓪𝓹𝓪𝓻𝓽.

                   ❛ look — i’m not the wisest person but i know that it should come NATURALLY. you’re gonna be a mom; nobody can be prepared for that, you just do it. ❜ his voice is reassuring, as is the smile he wears. ❛ yeah. is she gonna have your last name ? ❜

                   to an outsider, he might seem like a TYPICAL student; head stuck in his notebook as he tries to finish a late assignment. but what they don’t see is the team of men dressed in black, eyes always watchful & checking on him every few minutes. their eyes linger a few moments longer when they spot the female. ❛ Y'KNOW, a please & a thank you wouldn’t go amiss. ❜ hazel hues roll as he jumps off the bench, waving off his men as they begin to approach. he grabs the scarf & dangles it in front of her. ❛ c'mon, it’s not like i sat on it on purpose. plus, it’s just a scarf. ❜

                   ❛ yeah ? you see, i’m doing that thing where i’m laughing on the INSIDE. ❜ he doesn't mean to be rude, but he's had so much on his plate lately that his manners seem to have been misplaced. from his father being out to the construction of his next project — it's all piling on top of him & despite how active his schedule is, he has way too much time to think; part of the reason why he's continuing his studies in the FIRST PLACE. ❛ sorry. a coffee would be great, but you don't have to bother giving it to me for free. if i can own a billion dollar company i'm pretty sure i can afford a cup of coffee. ❜

                   ❛ that’s more like it. ❜ he raises his hand to grab the ATTENTION of the bartender, who immediately drops what he’s doing & walks over to them. ❛ hey — we’ll have two shots of tequila, a measure of whiskey & whatever else my friend here wants. ❜

a finn & scout gifset ;; @insatixble

                   he’s been looking at his glass the entire time, swirling the LIQUID around the container as he attempts to remain vague. ❛ something like that. ❜ his voice is clipped, hazel gaze locking on the wall as he takes another sip from his drink. at the mention of him, however, he freezes slightly, his stare moving to the floor. ❛ he ruined her. ❜ his tone is quiet now, but it seems too loud within the SILENCE of the room. ❛ he ruined both of us. ❜

                   ❛ mhm --- i’m counting the hours, my love. ❜ his tone RISES an inch to set the same pace of hers, a laugh bubbling from his lips. the phrase ‘all good things must come to an end’ is playing on repeat in his head. but not yet, he reminds himself. he’ll give her a few more days until he hits his next target. it’s like he’s standing on stepping stones --- each rock bringing him closer to a place which he DOES NOT KNOW. but he goes towards it, anyway. the fear of the unknown seeming foreign to him by now. ❛ you couldn’t be more on point. ❜ he smirks, popping open the bottle & sitting down next to her. he takes her glass & fills it half way up, passing it to her before filling his own. ❛ alright --- here’s to junior year, ❜ he says with a secretive smile as he raises his glass.

                    he laughs gently, perching himself on ARM of the sofa & letting his own arm rest over his leg. ❛ are you sure ? is that … a wrinkle ? ❜ he’s teasing, but he pinches his eyebrows together & leans towards her slightly as if observing something. then he snaps back & laughs, shaking his head. melody is probably the only person who’s been nothing more than a friend, which is SURPRISING considering bash is like the brother he never had, but near enough everything in his life is surprising these days so he just brushes it off. ❛ your boss seems to know what they’re talking about. who do you work for ? ❜ he asks her, deciding to use this time to catch up from the time that they’ve missed.

                   his car is a white maserati levante 7, one of many that is USUALLY driven by his uber but by chance he decided to drive himself to work today. he stays silent as they enter it, not wanting to rush into any conversation that might make her uncomfortable. instead, he clips in his seat belt & runs his hands along his jeans ( even though they haven’t accumulated any dirt that he’s aware of ). but, he can almost SENSE her distress, causing him to look over at her. ❛ hey — it’s okay. why are you apologising ? ❜

                   ❛ impressionante. my mother was born in italy; i can practically speak it just as well as i can english. ❜ his smirk GROWS, & he’s reaching over to take her hand. ❛ tu es incroyable. ❜ the french leaves his lips as he brings her hand towards them, placing a soft kiss to the back of her hand as hazel hues remain locked on her gaze. ❛ it’s a pleasure to meet you, anya. i’m FINN. ❜

                   there’s an amused look in hazel eyes — a while ago, her words would bother him, but now all he can do is ROLL HIS EYES. ❛ you’re an embarrassment. the fact that you think i need your approval is the most ridiculous thing i’ve heard since your brother. i guess it runs in the family. ❜ his past with her brother — with both of them — is complicated, but he never much liked neither of the siblings, despite how long he dated roxanne. a distraction, a little voice says in the BACK of his head. she was a distraction. ❛ you give me way too much credit. oh, so you’re a hypocrite, too ? i mean, don’t tell me you forget that you cheated, too. ❜ his tone is sarcastic, but his expression turns serious the moment she mentions scout. ❛ you leave her out of this. you & i are nothing alike, so don’t flatter yourself. ❜

                   the male’s words have him almost SCOFFING — coming from one the ivy league colleges means that being associated with one that is not is as much as an insult as telling someone their hair looks bad. ❛ no — i go to columbia but apparently it’s mandatory to represent myself here or something. ❜ he shrugs, eyes glancing over the PAPERWORK. ❛ um … trick question, right ? ❜

                   he’s never written so much in his LIFE --- or so it seems like, but the fresh air provided by the outdoors is helping him clear his mind; that is, until, a shadow diminishes the light which is borrowed by the sun. ❛ just a second --- ❜ one hand held up as a ‘wait’ sign, the other working to finish this last paragraph. & d o n e. ❛ okay, i’m done. what are you doing out here ? ❜ he asks, glancing up finally.

                   he blinks throughout her little speech, trying to understand what exactly her POINT is as she rants. towards the end of it, however, eyebrows pull together & hazel hues are thoughtful, a solution forming. ❛ uh ... i could buy them & put them in one of my hotels ? we’re supposed to be sending out a new order anyway, so i could just order some more of the lilacs to make up for how much i NEED ? ❜

                   ❛ yeah, no thanks. one picture & it’s front page news that i’m cheating on my girlfriend --- it’s not worth the hassle. can’t you just tell him to fuck off ? i think that’d be much more SUCCESSFUL than pretending to be dating someone. ❜ he glances over her shoulder at the man in question, eyebrows furrowing.