sky is only the beginning

hello everyone! super excited to be here, my name is angie (angela will come up a lot when i give you angst, i can promise you that), 25, gmt timezone (not from the uk!) and this is my new baby who i am super excited to develop! i apologise for the long biography (i got carried away oops) and some wanted connections will be linked soon enough!

trigger warnings: disappearance, kidnapping, human trafficking

Felicity’s eyebrows raised once more as she listened to her friend’s protests, and while the office might have the essentials, it was hardly the kind of place you wanted to be spending your time if you could help it. “Please, you would never be intruding at all. If Harvey found out I was letting you stay here he’d probably come and get you himself.” She gave a small laugh, the thought of any of her friends sleeping in an office rather than an actual home wasn’t one that she was going to entertain for very long if she could help it. “You can stay as long as you need, you know that.” The question about Harvey made her tense a little, knowing that things weren’t as easy as they used to, a slight hesitancy in her voice knowing that the issues were mostly coming from her. “He’s great, really great. He’s - trying really hard to get things back where they were, I can’t fault him at all.”

Chase turned at the familiar voice and a grin spread across his face when he spotted the woman before she pulled him in for a hug. “God damn, Riley Sullivan you look more beautiful than ever!” He wrapped her up in his arms and spun her around before setting her back on her feet. “Made some life changes, decided my world was back here and I wanted to come home.” He shrugged, shoving his hands in his pockets as he looked her over, glad that Riley seemed to be doing well. “What are you doing here? I thought we both agreed to get the hell outta dodge and do something epic with our lives?”

“If I had known you lived here, I’d….”, Liam started explaining without even thinking about it before finally trailing off. What would he have done after all? Not stayed here? Or stayed because of it? He couldn’t even tell himself but right now it was obvious, that she was rather skeptical that he had moved here of all places. But what else was he supposed to say right now..? And so he only mumbled a quiet “thanks” before simply staying silent for another awkward few seconds. “Yeah, coffee would be great!”, he finally replied, not entirely sure if she had only asked him to be polite though. “How are you doing..? I mean… it’s been a while….”

All Maya had wanted from her day was to find a new office so she could stop using the small one the hospital had regulated her to. It felt like the entire world of Somerton was against her - every day, she could feel the glares as more and more people figured out who she was. How could a mother leave her children? How could someone leave Wesley? They were valid questions. She knew that. And they wouldn’t stop until people realized she was here to stay - or until another scandal erupted. Which is why she wasn’t even surprised to see yet another face angry at her - one she’d known from stories told long ago in a Manhattan apartment, images she’d seen from high school days long past. “Riley, right?” she said passively, her fingers digging into her reusable cup full of tea. “I don’t really have time to get into this; I have a meeting with a real estate agent about finding an office space. I’m sure you’ll prefer Wesley’s version of events anyways.” 

open event-starter where: on the rocks bar @somertonstarter​

When Jake entered the bar, he immediately found himself in the middle of some really excited and mostly drunk basketball fans. Not that he really minded it but having grown up with an entirely different sport, it certainly was a point of time where he was reminded of how his friends who weren’t interested in hockey probably felt around him most of the time. Trying to navigate his wheelchair through the mass of people and towards the bar, the male was glad when he finally reached it and managed to get the barkeepers attention to order a beer before turning his head towards the person standing next to him. “Man, I’ll never get how people can get that excited by someone trying to throw a ball in a basket..”, he stated, fully aware that there were lots of people who pretty much said the same thing about hockey.

Liam probably still looked like a complete idiot, standing in the middle of the shop and looking at her in complete shock. He clearly hadn’t been prepared to see her again, let alone find out that she actually lived here as well. “You… grew up here..?”, he only managed to repeat before falling silent again, completely forgetting that he probably owed her an explanation as well. Only after another few seconds of silence, simply staring at her face, Liam cleared his throat. “I just.. took some random bus and ended up here…”, he mumbled, desperately trying to figure out what else to say but it seemed like his head was completely empty right now. “I…. ehm.. You look great!”

“Of course.” Everything that Wes said, he’d meant. Her thanks were accepted with a smile. “Ouch Riley.” Laughing he flinched away from the gentle hit dramatically, holding his arm like it had really been hurt and swaying to the side as if he’d been knocked off balance. “You’re staying here in your office?” His gaze turned to the couch she was pointing to. “Sure, I mean yeah that looks comfortable but don’t you want a break from living and working in the same place? If you do let me know.” What was one more person staying in his house? Wes had the space if Riley decided to take him up on the offer. “No hard feelings if you decide not to. The place can get pretty loud.” Which is exactly what happened when there were two children living in the house. “Rose expressed interest during one of her phases. You want a very young apprentice that you can tutor from an early age?”

Marie let out a chuckle, shaking her head, “Aw, you’re too sweet, thank you.” She smiled, happily accepting the compliment. It’s been a while since she felt pretty, and kind words went a long way. “I mean they’re both mine.” She admitted laughingly, “But sure, there you go.” She handed her the beverage, figuring she’s feeling nice and worst case scenario, she can order another. “So what’s your name, pretty girl?” She joked.

“It might well be cosy, Riley, but it’s not an apartment. It’s not a place where you can actually live!” Felicity protested, though she knew as well as anyone that her friend was likely to argue against her. It was warm, it was dry, it had enough amenities to keep her going for at least a little while - but she wasn’t about to let her win, not when her point was far superior in her opinion. “You don’t need to go to your dads, you can come and stay with me. I have a guest bedroom which is absolutely far more comfortable than whatever makeshift bed you were going to put together here.” She eyed the couch carefully, still not overly convinced that it would make for any sort of a nights sleep, much less a good one. “Please? A couple of nights at my place, and if the couch is better, I’ll concede and let you come back.”

Post-shift, Lowell went a place that some days felt like a second home thanks to the gigs the band played on the stage. He was lost in his own wandering, random thoughts while he waited for his platter of appetizers, when someone pulled him back to the present. And Lowell had to chuckle.

“Naw, my dance card’s free.” And so was the open chair across from him, so he thanked Riley for the beer with a smile and pushed the chair out in offering with his foot. 

“How’s your place doing? Have you been able to get back home yet?” It was a bit strange, Lowell thought, when the last time they’d really spent any sort of significant time together they were still kids, though Riley always sort of seemed like a mini-adult to Lowell, even back in high school. But now they were both very much grown. More than old enough to drink beers legally. 

“Exactly.” Charlotte nodded her head, figuring she has to continue telling that to herself so she won’t lose her mind. “You don’t? I feel like all I do is sleep. I sleep through the years, it’s my favorite hobby.” She chuckled, though there was some truth in her statement. She could be often found sleeping rather than being productive. “Yeah! Now I’m gonna guilt trip you.” She joked, not truly going to do so, though it did hurt a little to hear her friend has been around town and didn’t give her a ring; though knowing Riley, it wasn’t intentional. She was simply busy. “Really? Where did you go?” She inquired curiously, never one to keep herself updated with social media. “I mean, Somerton’s great, I never wanted to leave.”

It had been some time since Liam had been at the record store with everything that was going on lately. He had basically spent the last two weeks just playing music himself to at least earn some money he could then spend at a bar. So even though he knew that at the moment he wouldn’t be able to afford any of those records, it still seemed like a great idea to clear his head. What he hadn’t expected though was to hear a familiar voice when someone bumped into him. A voice he clearly hadn’t expected to hear, let alone here in Somerton. “Riley?!”, he only managed to get out at first, the confusion visible on his face before finally realising that she had asked him a question. “Moved here a couple of years ago. What.. I mean, what are you doing here..?”