— 𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘤 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 —

INTRODUCING . . . [ ZIÓN MORENO , TRANS FEMALE , SHE / HER ] shh ! ALEJANDRA BARRERA, the ( TWENTY TWO ) year old SECOND year INTERNATIONAL RELATIONS major from MONTERREY , MEXICO , is known as a RUBY around here. SHE was invited to join because OF HER UNWAVERING DETERMINATION , ADDITIONALLY , HER ADOPTED FATHER WAS A MEMBER , and now, they’re here to stay. SHE reminds me of TENSION FILLED SHOULDERS WITH SHAKY EXHALES . WATCHFUL WIDE DOE EYES .  SILK COWL NECK DRESSES @opalsmedia​

                                       𝐈 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐀 𝐁𝐄 𝐀 𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓 𝐎𝐍𝐄 !

marry : aislin ( @aislinswalsh ). she’d be a great wife and she’s already so supportive and loving .

fuck : vanessa . again ( @carneliean ) she’s got a great tongue

vanessa and aislin . i like threesomes

( throwback ) @magnctic​ !

          ARROGANT  BOY,  HOW  is  it  he  manages  to  play  people  like  a  sonata,  plucking  at  their  heart  strings  and  wrapping  them  around  his  finger  like  the  cruelest  of  artistry?  a  tornado  of  a  boy,  it’s  like  the  air  pirouettes  around  him  before  it  continues  around  the  room.  rhys  taylor  is  not  particularly  loud;  nothing  about  him  SCREAMS  for  your  attention  and  yet,  elusive  like  a  thief,  he  manages  to  take  it  before  you  even  knew  you  had  it  extended  to  begin  with.  he’s  moving  with  confidence  around  this  room  in  particular,  a  house  party  off  campus,  as  if  each  careful  movement  is  part  of  an  unspoken  choreography.  a  beer  in  hand,  rhys  chats  with  a  few  familiar  faces— it’s  no  secret  that  he  and  hollis  carter-harrington  had  made  names  for  themselves  in  this  kind  of  environment  JUST  last  year.

he’s  in  the  living  room  and  the  lights  are  off,  aside  from  some  string  lights  that  line  high  on  the  walls.  it’s  pretty  crowded  and  the  hum  of  the  partygoers  is  cushioned  gently  with  the  sound  of  mellow  music  playing  from  the  corner  of  the  room.  he  moves  with  polite  purpose,  giving  his  friend  a  pat  on  the  arm—  two  pats– before  he  steps  away.  eyes  lock  on  the  very  reason  he’s  here  tonight,  and  that’s  not  the  cooler  of  heineken.

she’s  standing  on  the  outskirts  of  the  room  near  the  hallway  by  the  door.  she  has  a  drink  in  her  hand  and  she’s  talking  to  two  friends.  unimpressed.  rhys  doesn’t  quite  know  her  too  well  but  OH,  how  he  does.  alejandra  barrera:  potential  ruby  prodigy,  opal  society  legacy,  captain  of  the  female  hockey  team,  potential  ruby  prodigy.  he  locks  eyes  with  her  from  across  the  room  and  it’s  brief,  but  he  continues  moving  anyway.  shoulders  roll  back.  grin  softens  like  dimmed  lights.  fingers  run  through  dark  curls  as  he  reaches  the  mouth  of  the  room  to  the  girl  herself,  and  he’s  DELICATE  in  the  way  he  approaches  her.

quick  glance  to  his  side  at  nothing  in  particular  before  he  reaches  out  and  lightly  touches  her  arm,  fingertips  like  ghosts  on  her  skin.  "sorry–"  gaze  shifts  to  the  two  other  ladies  and  fingers  raise  from  the  neck  of  the  beer  bottle  in  his  hand  in  acknowledgement  before  he  focuses  back  on  alejandra.  "–sorry,  not  trying  to  interrupt.“  sure  he  is.  the  devil  wears  all  black  tonight,  accompanied  by  a  glimmer  of  light  in  his  eyes  and  a  trademark  smirk.  he  smells  of  vanilla,  anise,  and  a  hint  of  temptation.  he  grins.  "you’re  bloody  STUNNING.”  words  are  earnest  and  he  lingers  for  a  moment.  his  beer  bottle  is  brought  to  his  lips  and  he  takes  a  swig  before  stepping  to  the  side.  and  with  that,  he  walks  away,  down  the  hallway  by  himself,  bottle  hiding  the  smirk  on  his  face.  arrogant  boy,  it’s  a  good  thing  people  often  forget  that  CON  is  just  another  form  of  artistry.

IT’S LIKE PLAYING A GAME OF TAG . alejandra’s eyes have looked over at the male , and his easy going demeanour , more times than she can count . she’s always darted them right back away again . she pretends to be unbeknownst , but she has felt a few select gazes of his own flick her way . she tells herself to not break resolve . to not look up . SHE MENTIONED THE MALE , in passing , and it caused a couple of girls to blush or giggle . to get a dreamy , faraway look in their eyes as alejandra pointed him out . ‘ HIM ‘ , she’d stated , resolutely , wondering why he was suddenly EVERYWHERE . she wasn’t shy about pointing at him in public . her paranoia telling her that he was following her , or trying to make her uncomfortable ( well , two can play at that game ) .  ‘ who is he ? ‘ and then oh how news and gossip poured in . 

                ‘ that’s rhys taylor . he’s a MUSICIAN - ‘ 

 ‘ - you should see him on stage , oh my GOD - 

                                                              ‘ he’s so charming . and have you seen that smile ? ‘

          ‘ i’ve been trying to give him my number ALL semester , but he’s hard to catch onto - ‘ 

and on,  and on , and on . so . this boy . half man - half god , is here tonight , and alejandra can’t help but wonder what she has done to the universe exactly to throw them together , suddenly and so repetitively . she’s beginning to notice him a bit too much for her own liking , and alejandra is not one to be easily distracted . but she’d be lying if she said she didn’t understand some of the hype . he flows from room to room like fine wine out of a bottle . his laugh and voice is booming at times , and elegant . distinct . it’s his HAIR that really has alejandra able to pick him through a crowd though - the careful dishevelment of it . the way she knows if his eyes met hers , she’d probably shiver from the potential intimacy of it . 

as she cradles her cider in one hand , listening to the girls on her hockey team talk about next weeks game . . alejandra tries not to let her attention slip . she tries not to look over at rhys taylor , who is suddenly infiltrating her life . she tries not to even think about him , because she hasn’t even SPOKEN to the male - this is completely ridiculous and . . SHE LOOKS UP as a familiar , distinct , elegant voice cuts across them . both girls on the hockey team pause in their sentences , their jaws open in slight surprise . alejandra straightens up from where she stands on the wall and oh god , oh god - 

SHE WAS RIGHT . his eyes meet hers for a second , and she feels electricity suddenly flow through her . she almost doesn’t even hear his next words . almost can’t even focus really because she’s so baffled that this random man is here , and maybe understands what she doesn’t , but is TRYING TO . but then . .  . ‘ you’re blood stunning ‘ . he says it with so much confidence that would otherwise make alejandra laugh , scoff or roll her eyes , but she’s left just blinking , before he walks off . JUST LIKE THAT . check and mate . he plays this game well . oh he is a player . a fine tuned one at that . alejandra’s heart is suddenly racing for reasons she can’t make sense of . both of the girls on the hockey team are staring at her , in amusement . IT’S NOT EASY FOR ALEJANDRA TO BE SPEECHLESS . damn this man .

she pushes off the wall , and is immediately following the male by the scent of his expensive cologne . “ is that meant to be a pick up , or are you stalking me ? “ she can’t help but call out to him , over the distant sound of the music bass pumping in the air , and chatter amongst others . IRONIC , seeing as she’s the one following him - but now he’s started this game , and alejandra has to see it through  . she has to . SHE WANTS TO FEEL HIS EYES ON HER AGAIN . she is hungry , all of a sudden. she pauses , mid step , a few steps behind him . he has made her unsure . uncertain . ALEJANDRA DOESN’T DEAL WELL WITH THESE FEELINGS  , EITHER . they are foreign to her .  “ how are you everywhere all the time , rhys taylor ? “ she says his name , louder than maybe she intends , but to show him that SHE HAS DONE HER RESEARCH . she knows him . she is a student . she is studious and hardworking , and she wants answers - so , she will GET THEM . 

eliot .

i think so  . but they’re happy in different ways . they’re not perfect , and not everything is fairytale-esque , but i think it comes together in the end , in a certain way .

 . . . yes . i mean . you can’t ever know for sure , but i didn’t see him as a fling , or nothing . he was a lot to me . he was every exception . he broke every one of my rules . 

the kissing ability or life ability ? because life ability for most of them is 0 .

good sex . funny . charming , but only to me . a little bit stupid , a little bit strong . a mutual understanding of each others brains and how they work . somebody who can pull a smile out of me at unexpected moments and times , and who never fails to floor me or make me blush . somebody who knows i’m stubborn and self righteous , and independent , but won’t try change that or me but rather adapt and we can both grow with it together . 

none. 

rhys

vanessa

valen , if i could be so lucky

happy opalentine kristin ( @sculptcd ) !!!!​

you are a light that never stops shining . your presence is always wonderful and comforting . i love getting to speak to you and know you . you’re such an incredible person to know , and you have written douglas in such an easily charming and enigmatic way . 

i fell in love with him in .2 seconds which isn’t an easy task ! u write him such a strong and poignant voice , and his background is incredibly interesting . you sculpted ( ha ha ) this beautiful character that i’m forever glad to see and know . 

thank you for bringing him here . thank u for having him literally light up our dashes . 

i love seeing him and u interact with anybody and everybody .