&. escape

elliot: holy fucking shit, the heart attack y just gave me

elliot: i mean it wouldnt have been the first time. so...what's your name, then?

lux: that's not the first time i've had that reaction ;)

for every 💭 my muse will reveal a thought they’ve had.

“come to a manor in the middle of bumfuck nowhere. it’ll be great content. oh by the way, it might be haunted. hope you don’t like being alive.”

it got dark so quickly here, lux felt, it wasn’t like home, where daylight faded slowly and even when it did get dark, the streets were well lit to guide you back home. here, all they had were their phones and the moon to try and navigate themselves. maybe the stars, if she’d been a pirate back in the early 1900′s. ordinarily, she wouldn’t be worried, but they’re far from home and she could’ve sworn she saw something — but maybe it’s someone who can guide them back. looking over at rhys, she reaches for her hand. “hey, that might be someone from crenshaw,” she says, nodding towards the shadow that seems to be retreating quickly. “should we catch up with them?”

for every 👀 my muse will reveal a guilty pleasure.

“ok, i know this is going to make me sound like a basic bitch, but dipping strawberries in chocolate, or even dipping them in nutella at a pinch. god, it’s honestly the best combo, we should get that. right now. or chips. i also love chips. not nutella and chips, although, i would try that.”

for every ✍ i will write a headcanon.

elliot: whoa whoa whoa whoa waitaminute hold on there....who said that the night in question was not in fact, a divine delight...

elliot: maybe you're. so good...that you just completely blew your name out of my...mind?

lux: hurt and confused, i thought i meant something to you and here you are stalling for time until i give the slightest hint of who i am

lux: i definitely blew something ;)

elliot: oh.........miss me huh? is this a trap? when people from unknown numbers text me stuff like this it's usually to corner me about some stupid shit i did

💋 Is there anyone here you might be interested in?

hmmm, interested in what sense, peaches ?? after all, there are a lot of interesting people here. some not so much, some bland and beige and some too much, but i’m sure they all have traits of merit to bring to the table. in short, i might be interested in everyone from a purely anthropological point of view. 

📼 Have you listened to the cassette tape?

i’ve listened to a great many cassette tapes in my life — actually, that’s a lie, i’m a child of the late 90′s, so cassette tapes were on their way out and cd’s really hitting their stride. fun fact: my favourite cd growing up was up all night, though i soon realised that that was the worst of their albums. but also, yes.

“hey! Wait up! I have a question!” The older man yelled, knowing it really wasn’t the way to talk to strangers, especially paying customers but he really didn’t care. “I understand if you’re not really into talking but I seriously have to ask you something!" 

@manorstart​

the man hollering at her immediately has her on guard, gets her back up. lux doesn’t like that, doesn’t like how men think they have the right to yell at her, to even talk to her. “you might have a question, but that doesn’t mean you get to ask it, or have the right to holler at me like i’m cattle,” lux replied, turning to him with one eyebrow raised. 

madison was a little jealous at this point that lux hadn’t been here for what she’d seen. there were things she could never forget, not even with all the drugs she’d brought, and that terrified her. “no, not that one, i highly doubt you’d be able to find a virgin in this place.” if that rule was in play, madison was fucked. no pun intended. “i mean, the ones about sticking together and no one wandering off to explore rooms by themselves.” a light flickered over lux’s shoulder and her heart skipped a beat, making a note to find another light bulb for it as soon as possible.

a smile played over lux’s lips at the virgin comment, and she shrugged. “there’s me,” she said, trying desperately to keep a straight face before she started laughing. she wasn’t sure what had happened before she and rhys had rolled in, but it must have been something. she’d known madison for most of her life ( pretty much all of it ), and she very rarely saw her this shaken. not since... well, not for awhile. “well, that i can do, we’ll stick together.” she furrowed her eyebrows, and leaned in to take madison’s hand in her own. “you alright, babe? you look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

it had been awhile since lux had had to take her own photos — she didn’t mind though, it reminded her of when she’d been starting out. just her, a tripod, and a camera on self timer. she knew she could’ve gone to find rhys, mads or vira to help her out, but she’d felt like being alone this morning. being self sufficient. though, that was quickly turning out to be the wrong decision, as she couldn’t seem to quite get the shot she wanted. and it was cold. too cold for her to be messing around this much with her camera, she would be better off taking a shit photo and editing it to death later. 

so when she saw him nearby, she turned towards him, widening her eyes and flashing him her most charming smile. “sorry,” she started, letting out a small laugh. “this is going to sound so dumb, but i just need some help with a photo. totally cool if you can’t take it...”

rhys adjusts the strap of her backpack, looking at her phone worried. she had to set up her console still, but she takes the backpack off. she had promised her viewers she’d be back shortly, and if she had any delays she’d tell them in the discord that was mostly just for them, she rarely spoke in it anymore. it was hard to keep up with it even if it had started with her. she looks out the window and smiles soft at the sunset there’s something about the golden hour that makes her so happy. maybe it’s because she’s seen lux out taking photos at this time for so long. 

the arm that wraps around her isn’t really a surprise, she puts her hand overtop of lux’s – “why would i want to do that for you?” she asks with a deadpan and a serious face, as if it was the biggest struggle in the world – as if she wouldn’t do that. but she will because she can’t say no to lux, not really. “is it necessary for you to show off your arse all the time?” she teased, the smile finally spreading across her face, “do you get paid extra for bum pictures?” it’s so easy to tease lux, “fine, because you offered me cuppas.” 

lux gently squeezes rhys’ side and beams when she agrees to take photos for her. “thank you,” she smiles, and kisses her cheek again. “i promise we’ll be done before your stream starts.” then she laughs, poking her tongue out at the other girl. “no, but it is an exceptional one, so i don’t have to show it off, but i’m out here doing the lord’s work, rhys.” she’s reclaiming — or at least, she’s trying to. “i’ll always make you tea, you know that.” it’s true, rhys is her best friend, has been from the first moment they met. lux would do anything for her, and she knows that rhys knows it. “ok,” she smiles, handing her phone to rhys before walking up the stairs to pose.

they were losing light, she knows this without even glancing out a window or looking at a clock. it’s like golden hour is imprinted on her brain, like she can sense it without needing to see the time. it’s part of what made her so successful back when she was starting out, when she didn’t have frequent photographers to work with, or proper equipment — when it was just her, a tripod and an old camera of her dad’s. she misses that sometimes, how organic her content felt. not that she ever puts anything up she disagrees with fundamentally, but she knows her feed can come across as too charmed ( though, she is lucky and does lead a pretty charmed life, and she knows that’s why people follow her for the most part ). 

still, she wants to get some shots of her arrival — she hasn’t foud mads or vira yet, knows they’re somewhere around, but she and rhys arrived together, and there will be plenty of time for the so-called squad goals photos later. looking like cute snow bunnies or whatever. whatever aesthetic hits them in that moment. so, she turns to rhys and slips her arm around the blonde’s waist. “you wanna take a couple of photos of me walking up the stairs? from below so my butt looks good?” she almost rolls her eyes at having to even think of that, but she knows her angles. knows she’s got a pretty good ass. “i’ll make you as many teas as you want in return, promise.”