red lips.

for: @lamaisaeli​ location: the beach

“Now that we’re all the way across the country,” Otto said, disturbing Mai’s peace and peering under the umbrella that she was content to be resting under— “I think you definitely can’t say no to an ice cream with me. The weather’s perfect for it, and you know what,” he grinned, holding out an arm for her to take. “It’s my treat.” They both knew that it was the school that would be footing the bill of the voracious appetites of the students of Rye, but it was cheeky to mention. “Come on, everyone’s out playing sports or getting railed on the sand. I’m bored and wasn’t interested in getting my bits all gritty.” His head canted, “Hang out with me.”

for: @lamaisaeli​ where: can marçá cave tour

This is the closest Adrian has been to home in awhile, but certainly not his first time in Ibiza. This isn’t even his first time on the cave tour, but he enjoys it nonetheless. He loves the dark beauty of the cave system, the way nature shifts and shapes itself and the human touch that followed. Pirates. Their ingenuity brings a smile to Adrian’s face as his eyes travel across the markings along the tour path, still visible so many years later. He wishes he could set up an easel just to paint it, but his memory will have to make due later. “My father once said we had pirates in our ancestry,” he comments to the woman beside him, another student on break from Rye. “I wonder if they ever passed through here.” He smiles at the thought, unlikely though it may be. “It’s fun to imagine, no?”

It seemed the easiest emotion to spill out of Mai was anger but in a harmful way, emilia tried to keep it as if it meant she cared. She craved warmth and at times Mai’s touch was just a little too cool for her. “I never wanted to marry you.” She responds like a whiplash, bite in her voice because she hopes the other feels the rejection too. They were far from having love. “I didn’t come over here to make you feel bad nor tell you or even imply – that I wanted you.” she shakes her head, catches her lip between her teeth. “enjoy your coffee, and your studying. I gotta go.” Hands raised in surrender and a bold desire to not want to be in this scene with Mai anymore.

“Cool.” She nods, she means it. Being a lawyer would lead to court room battles and actually making a difference and putting a good fight in. Unless you were a lawyer that wanted to make money which could be found in divorce or protecting big criminals. “That must be exciting, do you have a favorite law?” Whether it was wacky or not, she enjoyed asking others what they were learning about to test them. “History. I like reading so it works.” It didn’t matter what she studied really, she’d always have money.

        quinn was raised on authentic hawaiian dishes, fresh fruits, and rarely had any greasy, fast-food style food until they moved to the mainland when he was about eight. popping another into his mouth, he nodded his head quickly at the idea they go down for dinner one night to the local restaurant here in town. “i’d like that! i like to eat local when i get around to it. lane likes it too so whenever we dont want to cook we simply give back.”

“What, you’re not in the mood to sing Sweet Caroline, drinking foamy beer and watching football reruns while dodging some old guy with a gut who keeps trying to grab your ass? Honestly, I’m shocked.” His sarcasm was paired with a grin, “It personally sounds like my ideal night.” In truth, Otto hated sports, animals and most things competitive— he found himself far too relaxed to bear teeth or idle threats outside of engaging in exciting activities, like belittling freshman or witless scholarships. “Ah, yes. With great power comes great responsibility, and all that. I get it, totally.” He held his hands out for Mai to tug him up as well, considering. “Well now that I know that you’d definitely leave me on the side of the road if a taxi was full and it was rush hour, I’m not sure. Maybe we’ll have to start slow with regaining trust. Rolled icecream? Maybe a hot chocolate?”

Otto lifted a shoulder, sipping more of his drink before it could oscillate further and spill over the sides of the paper cup that he toted it around in. He played at being blasé, but the smug curve of his mouth indicated that he was, in fact, kidding. “Any kind of distraction. Want to go do donuts in the parking lot? I’ll even go to that shitty sports bar in town or—“ Mai’s words sparked a laugh from him, making him lean forward in interest. “Yeah? What’s the first step in evading the law? Just asking for a friend.” Still, her volley made him pout. “You’d give me up that quick? Breaks my heart, honest to god. Guess that means we need to figure something else out to do.”

calista nods happily and falls backs a step so their eyeliner wouldn’t be too messed up, neck cramped and all. she does say so. it’s fine. missing one class won’t be the end of the world and her parents quite frankly wouldn’t pat a lash if they found out anyway. if anything they’d be a little concerned on how serious calista is actually taking her education in rye. the other tilts her head and it brings calista a small smile on the corner of her lips, she turns the book to face her now, examining it one more time– its thick cover, its glossy pages, its heavy weight. “i did, yeah. I think I like reading better than attending class, honestly”.

        he couldn’t help but shrug as he bit off the end of one of the crispier fries he had, looking over at mai who seemed to be getting as comfortable as one can while sitting on a work of stairs. “hmm, they were close. and i thought my stomach was going to eat itself if i didn’t grab something soon.” it was true, quinn wasn’t the biggest breakfast eater in the world - especially if he was running late for a course. “the one with the little red umbrella outside? i’ve heard great things.”

“i get it” mitsuki nods in agreement, eyes set on the dark clouds above. a rainbow would soon follow, she can feel it in her bones, anticipation tickling her skin as the clouds hint at parting and letting a ray of sunlight through. she does get it, the promise of thunder not only manifesting itself through an electrical current dancing around them, getting the hairs of her arm raised in anticipation… it’s also electricity that has the ability to fill up your social tank and gaze up at the sky. “it’s just so powerful and… electrifying. but to have my next class cancelled… it would be a dream because I ran out of excuses with the professor”.

There was a certain tone of disdain that seemed to drip between the two, everything was unsaid and unspoken. A line of communication that was not easy, it reminded Emilia why they weren’t together. Although that struck an ugly chord, as it wasn’t always like this. They had good days, at the beginning, there was a reason why Emilia wished to be near Mai and to spend her days with her. However that time of peace had been fractured and now they existed only as strangers. She could still remember how Mai looked in the morning light and here in this coffee shop, it felt as if an abyss existed between them. Feeling uncomfortable and like the ugly parts of her life had come back, she tried to restrain herself. Tried to remember what it meant to be a good person, although she had never truly figured that out. “Of course you can’t.” Bitter words spring instead, she could still hear the words that Mai mumbled under her breath and Mai was more like her perfect ice queen princess sister than she would like. She wished to invoke an emotional reaction to see if Mai was capable of feelings but instead she watched her face fall flat and a mask slip over. “If her attention is as difficult to capture as yours I imagine it wouldn’t be much of a conversation.” there’s a bitter twist to her smile.

“Agree to disagree.” she spoke while rising the mug of steaming coffee to her lips. the rain still continued to fall heavily around them, and being under shelter with a hot drink made her feel so cozy, it kept the demons at bay. She could admire that Mai choose to be sober, it meant she had more self-restrain and control than she did. She had fallen for her vices and addictions long ago. “Yeah?” an attitude like that sparked curiosity in Astoria. “What are you in school for again?”

“Aren’t they always boring?” He answers with a wry smile, but Léon has no intentions of admonishing her when he’s doing the exact same thing. Not that he even would otherwise; their studies are boring enough, he doesn’t think anyone should be faulted for finding better things to do with their time. Including a coffee run. “Pretty much anything other than what I should be,” he says with a light laugh, shaking his head. “Coffee was a good start. Might go out to the conservatory after and light up a smoke, haven’t decided. You?”

she gives a little shrug. she supposes some people would argue their way into the classroom and file a complaint or whatever it is that one could do in those situations but it had honestly been enough of an effort to get herself out of the warm embrace of her feather comforter. “it’s fine” she replies, taking a little jump up a step to get a hold of bread. she examines its texture with a finger, crisp and delicate, the smell follows and sets a soft smile on glossy lips before she takes a piece from her half and dumps it on her mouth. she looks down at the book, the one still clutched in her hand and she turns it so the cover faces the other, giving calista time to chew and swallow: “kennedy’s camelot myth”.

he sat on the steps of one of the larger buildings on campus, eating out of the generic cardboard boxes that the dining hall gives out to students which included mediocre fries and the same chicken tenders they’ve served everyday of the school year so far. “i personally find it kind of bullshit that they stop serving breakfast at like 11am, i’d prefer soggy waffles over these soggy fries pretty much.. any day.”

Otto curved around Mai as he sauntered down the steps, twining in a way that was not dissimilar to the tail of a satisfied house cat around the ankle of someone they liked dearly. The expression on his lips was stolen from the Cheshire— he was up to something. Coffee balanced in one hand and he sipped at it briefly, before looking over at his companion. “Shouldn’t you?” A brow raised, “We got let out early after my presentation, and now I need an excellent distraction.” He snorted, “Preferably quick, or I’ll have to murder Bambi and Brigid in cold blood. Give me enough time and I’ll CW show-style figure out how to not get caught until at least the fifth season.”

eyes stay on mai and assess, a full grin– wicked and bright, shines at last in mitsuki’s face at the other’s offer. I like honesty– well that’s honestly too bad because there wasn’t much left from where that came from. out of sight out of mind though, isn’t that right? gladly, mitsuki takes the piece of soft and warm bread and sets it right on her tongue as if it could melt on her red tongue. buttery, somehow still warm, it last only seconds on her mouth before she swallows the piece and shows a satisfied grin. “oof” she lets out, sitting right next the the other, “no, you definitely have it worse. so glad you escaped”. a nod and a smile, “it’s pretty no? we’re missing a little thunder, then we’d have a show”.