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this was the last place that ace expected to find josh, from the music to the amount of people present.  he wasn’t even sure why he was here in the first place – had he expected it to actually have been him, ace wouldn’t have asked the stupid question that he did in the first place (well – he probably would’ve run away from the other.  he had gotten into a habit of embarrassing himself in front of josh.)  “you’re wearing white shoes too.” he grumbled as a response.  his cheeks flushed at the mention of his little mess up, “i don’t think many people were paying too much attention to the music in the first place.  surprised that you were in the first place.” although there was a huff that left his mouth at the ‘kid’ name again.  “stop calling me that, i’m not a child.”

     "did it, now ?“ she asked him with a grin, teasing. in fact, the young blonde was very glad that he was happy to see her – it would’ve gotten awkward if he hadn’t. she felt a sense of accomplishment when he has that positive reaction to her compliment, happy to get the reaction she was going for. lana’s cheeks turned a vibrant shade of pink at his compliment, at the way his eyes lingered on her legs. “oh. merci.” lana replied. when she heard his proposal, he didn’t have to ask her twice. "y'know, that’s an amazing idea. you’re full of great ideas.” lana said, her smile bright as she winked at him. the girl looked around for a second. there weren’t many people around, people would hardly notice if they just… disappeared for a few minutes – or maybe more than a few. she grabbed his hand, leading him into the cover of the trees, a mischievous giggle escaping her lips as they walked away from the crowd.

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’josh!‘ 

after the set was over and she had zeroed in on his presence, an excited squeal betrayed the arrival of ren de reignier mere moments before her arms were thrown unceremoniously around the other. pulled tight against her, with a slight ‘i’ve missed the hell out of you’ starfish-dance to boot. 

disclaimer: ren was not a dancer, and that much was plainly obvious — she was atrocious, and could probably do with more a few lessons from professor lauder-holmes. 

‘you came!’ the girl swayed violently, giggling a little bit and almost treading on the toes of one of her boots with the other foot, ‘my blood’s gin at this point,we just did shots, i think ace might’ve puked —’ was she joking? who knew? — ‘but you came!’

                      he knew this would happen. he had half a mind NOT to come out tonight –– because even if he did show face, even if he did, deep-down, want to hear ren perform in front of an audience for the first time in what seemed like … forever, he KNEW she’d make a far bigger deal out of his appearance than he would have liked. even worse, she knew him –– knew he didn’t really have many other friends, knew that he didn’t like getting drunk necessarily. it didn’t take a detective like mallory fucking brennan to determine why joshua lauder-holmes had come to the bonfire.

mallory segoléne brennan, unfortunate daughter of sorrow, watched the flames consume all the kindling given it. licking, searing, merciless — wouldn’t it be truly admirable, to be like fire? to possess its hardiness, its determination? or … to fling oneself upon it, to become joan of arc and see if that makes you holy. 

( her attentions strayed from the promethean and found, instead, the meteorite become human. )

‘i smoke too,’ she indicated to his cigarette with her own. she’s done worse, not that many know of such. one advantage of playing detectives is you know how to cut off others’ lines of inquiry better than some; it’s why cops, or relatives of cops, make better criminals. unless, of course, your opposition is detective inspector alec hardy, in which case you may still have a problem with your copper’s ingenuity. but, thankfully for mallory, the man brought to life by david tennant remains a fictional one. 

‘there’s no need to look at me like you want to start the ashcroft witch trials. honestly.’

                    “jesus –– that’s not the point,” joshua responds with a bite to his words, an eyeroll forcing his pupils to the back of his head. sometimes he wonders if she knows, knows of his innocence in the matter that she had brought to the police those many years ago. he wonders –– if she does know, if she feels bad about RUINING his goddamned life. her face was just a reminder of that time. he wants to kick and scream at her, yell at her for putting him in a place where his parents can’t even call him their son without wincing, without feeling guilt, regret, and embarrassment. he wonders if she knows how much her one action has changed him.

but really, he should be thanking her.

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‘ cause when i open my body i breathe and lie.

if she was being honest, she could scarcely hear the music she was listening to — having found a corner far from the fire itself when her throat grew a little hoarse from the smoke — over the ambience. and by ‘ambience,’ of course, ‘chaos,’ is what is meant, but she was so rarely hopeful for the best, sue her for wanting it then. a notebook balances on the writer’s knees, and occasionally, she’d gingerly sip at the wine she had brought with her ( she was taking no chances with the communal drinks, thank you very much; they were both vile and quite possibly a dance with death ) and cross out a line she didn’t much like, anymore.

‘artist is merely a by-word for fool; for naivete, for charlatans, but also for godless liars with smiling faces.’ she stared at the neat cursive, at her own words, and glanced up at the madness. instead locking eyes with someone stood over her, she took a moment to process the figure of joshua lauder-holmes. or, as he’d been called by one of her brothers — césaire, she thinks — ‘the monacan icarus.’

it had the same kind of rhythm as ‘the modern prometheus,’ and, marinette pondered, was just as damning. 

“i’m sorry — did i steal your spot, or something? i can move.”

                     joshua himself was not the biggest fan of large gatherings. typically, the only reason he attended parties in the first place was if he needed a DISTRACTION, and terribly so, the only form he’d allow himself to have at this goddamned school: sex. he was young, after all –– the guy had needs, and it seemed the demand was high enough such that finding a distraction was never a problem. 

with the chaos of the bonfire party, joshua was bound to find his head throbbing –– and what better way to take off the edge than submit to his biggest, baddest vice? he’d been smoking by the periphery of the clearing, with enough distance between him and the music that the NOISE didn’t bother him anymore. he’d taken a moment for himself to take a leak by one of the nearby trees. when he returned ( or at least, returned to the spot he thought he had come from ), he was surprised to see a figure occupying the space. a figure that was none other than marinette beaulieu, almost like a ghost from his past.

to be fair, joshua didn’t exactly seek out most people from his past –– they’d either judge him for his wrongly-accused wrongdoings, or know him to be a version that was once BETTER than his present self. why are you such an asshole now? you used to be a lot nicer. it was infuriating, to be reminded of his naive past, the mistakes he had made in blindly trusting people. marinette used to be one of those people –– before she became obsessed with her girlfriend ( whom joshua never liked, mind you ), before joshua blocked out the rest of the world from his mind. 

             " OI! I’LL HAVE YOU KNOW, that i was raised just right. “ the blonde finished with a pout. “ i’m an impeccably brought young  –– whoops… “ giggles soon followed as she noticed some of her wine fall from the bottle she was dangerously waving around, she’d missed the other boy’s head by a fraction. “ don’t want to break and buy that ONE  –– although… “ her voice trailed, as her eyes furrowed in an attempt to focus on the handsome stranger josh had been talking to. “ i might be doing you a favor, is that a nostril or a crater? “ she questioned eyes growing wide as she spoke. “ for the love of…. “ and her voice trailed, because she felt the world spin and she was confused. “ who broke the ground? “ she questioned with a groan. her eyes closing for a second as she placed a strand of her now loose hair behind one of her ears. did she get on a boat? when did this become hogwarts? this couldn’t possibly be safe for anyone. and then she felt it, her hand was lighter. “ heeeeeeey… “ it came out a slurred whine, as she stretched her hands out, making grabbing motions just like she had when she was a child and she wanted the last cookie before dinner. “ that’s mineee. “ she gestured, attempting to take a step forward but instead, tripped on her feet but somehow she’d managed to keep standing. “ ha! and who said i wasn’t bloody TALENTED! “ she declared with tilt of her chin. but then she remembered, right yes the ‘ boy ‘ “ anyway, like i was saying joshy here  –– is quite the sentimental BLOKE, he cries at weddings you know? sobbed his way through mine when we were eight. “

                   he’s about to interrupt her, say that there isn’t POSSIBLY a way she was raised right with the stunt she was just pulling –– but lissa interrupts herself, the fragrance of wine spilling into the air, liquid pouring everywhere, including one of the sleeves of josh’s shirt. “lissa,” he says, in almost a threatening tone. he’s going to kill her, someday, he really is. and if she wasn’t soiling his shirt, she was soiling the chances of him getting with this guy he’d spent far too long flirting with. and then she insults him –– he has to give it to her, it’s a creative jab, but it warrants him to paint an insulted look on his face. and just like that, his chances at bedding this guy are completely destroyed. joshua’s PISSED, and with the bottle in his hand, he at least has some bit of leverage. nothing from lissa’s past could ever make her feel EMBARRASSED –– no, she is far too proud, far too confident in herself. he used to find it inspiring, now he just finds it a nuisance when he can’t hold anything above her. she’d make fun of herself before she let anyone else humiliate her. 

     she moved a little closer to him as he began to speak. she enthusiastically nodded at his question, her nimble fingers moving to tuck her hair behind her ear. “yeah, even though i kinda hate fire.” lana admitted with a shrug. she had been unexplicably terrified of fire since she was a little girl, but he didn’t need to know that. especially not at a bonfire. “how about you ? enjoying yourself ?” lana asked. given that the last time they’d been together there was really not much conversation at all, she didn’t expect him to give her a detailed answer, but she didn’t mind. actually, she kind of liked that he didn’t say much – it calmed her down, in a way. “you look really good tonight.” she added, lips curving into a coy smile. 

              SHE SPOTTED HIM ABOUT a mile away, truth be told she was starting to think that finding the young was one of her many underappreciated talents. then again it could just also be the fact that he wasn’t exactly hiding, too distracted by the other boy speaking to him to really mind where she was. and so she’d pretended to stroll by casually or as casual as one could be when you’d circled someone for the past twenty minutes. she’d walk to the right first, then walk back, then walk to the right again waiting for the perfect moment to make her presence known and once she’d found it well  –– it was showtime. “ JOSHY! “ she happily mused, throwing the arm that wasn’t holding on to a half drunken bottle of wine around the young man, a dazed grin on her face as she looked from the young man to the other, pointing at him with her very obviously unsteady finger. “ SHH, don’t call him that, he hates it. “ she stated, pretending to be as serious as she possibly could, but she’d snorted mid sentence so that play was probably dead. “ what were we talking about boys? anything interesting? or were we about to… “ she made puckering noises, which was infantile and she’d known it as soon as she’d done but, it was too late to take that back now. “ let me guess, you were telling him about the time you FELL off one of a horse? or is being afraid of et a better ice breaker these days? “ she finished with another snort, before shaking her head, which she stopped immediately bad idea it was making her dizzy, and she had to grab hold of josh’s shoulder in order to steady herself. “ no wait it wasn’t et… it was the closet, he refused to go into the CLOSET for a month. “

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     lana was having a good time at the bonfire, despite being ironically scared of fire. she was hanging out with her friends, dancing, looking forward to the orpheus concert and enjoying the music that played while they came on. she was taking a sip of her beer, tapping her feet to the rhythm of the music and then she saw him. josh, from the party, looking even hotter than he had the last time she saw him. memories of him whispering sweet nothings into her ear, of the way she felt his pulse quicken as she kissed his neck and how electric the touch of his hands felt on her bare skin flooded her memory and made her blush. she excused herself from her friends, quickly finishing her beer and walking over to him, unable to take her eyes off of him. “hey.” she greeted casually, a playful smirk on her lips.

ace fiddled with his cross necklace with his free hand, his other hand trying to scrape some dirt that had gotten on his white shoes.  it was something he was very particular about, but he should’ve known better than bringing them out into the woods.  he let out a huff of annoyance as he finally gave up on the stain.  he will just have to bleach them in the morning.  now, he took the black bandana wrapped around his neck and moved it up to hold back his hair – the mop on his head often got in his way when he tried to perform but he could never bring himself to actually cut the thing.  “do you have like a tide stick by chance?” he asked the person next to him as his mind wandered back to the stain on his shoe.

The more Joshua strived for Emma to stay away from him, the more she wanted to be closer. It was a weird reaction from somebody to have but that was Emma – always trying to please others that meaned something to her. Joshua was a big part of her start to college life, regardless that it was never more than hooking up but when you get used to somebody around it’s not easy for Emma to let go. “There’s nothing wrong with believing your the best but I always like a little competition time from time in fashion…it also pushes you to work harder, where do you go after you declare you’re the best?” She challenges him, digging in her bag before pulling out a packet of crackers ( thank the lord )

     she was having fun. for the first time in a while, she was just enjoying herself and she wasn’t overthinking her actions, his words, or wondering what would happen between them in the next fifteen minutes – let alone next morning. she felt young and beautiful and excited about the endless possibilities of the night before her. “yeah.” nodding her head, lana winked at him and smiled back. as they reached the dance floor, she let him lead happily and even felt a little impressed at how natural it seemed to come to him. he was a great dancer and lana loved that. as soon as she saw her in, the young woman gave herself a spin, not letting go of his hand. a giddy chuckle erupted out of her lips and all was well in the world, her aching heart feeling all of a sudden full. she was still smiling when she reached up to put her free hand on his shoulder, happy to let him lead again.

phoebe was on her way back to her dorm after a class, looking forward to collapsing on her bed and doing absolutely nothing. the week’s events had taken a toll on her emotional state which was sometimes visible, and during those times all she wanted was to be alone. her steps were quick as she wandered like a ghost through hallways full of loud students; her mind absently thinking about her peers that had left, some of them her friends. overall she was glad that they were all a lot safer than they were here, at least.

she decided to take a shortcut, one that would lead her past the dance studios and out the other end. it wasn’t really a route she would venture down otherwise. phoebe loved to dance alone but was far too awkward and shy to let anyone see her do it. an odd noise caused her eyebrows to furrow but she continued on to the stairwell regardless, definitely not expecting the scene that waited for her there. a boy with his head buried and yet unmistakably sobbing. she stood still in her spot, concern etched into her features even though he couldn’t see it. she wasn’t going to ask if he was okay because he obviously wasn’t and she wasn’t too fond of people asking her that whenever she was down. instead she just said, “sometimes it’s good to cry, you know. there’s nothing wrong with it.” although with the amount of times she shedded tears, it felt like she was also trying to convince herself of that fact.

                    joshua hadn’t cried in front of anyone in YEARS. years, where he’d put on a face, years where his laughter had been stifled by the prospect of success. emotions were distractions –– they just drew him from his focus. the only times he would allow himself to feel, really feel, where on the stage, and in the safety of his own bedroom, where he could compose himself afterward. it wasn’t healthy, no, not at all –– but he was so fucking close. close to graduating, to starting his career with a world-famous dance company who knew him for his skill, not for his past haunting him. if he could have just held out for a couple more weeks, he’d be golden, but the tears streaming from his eyes prove the task as harder than he had anticipated.