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          julian  scoffs  ,  even  as  an  unbidden  smile  steals  across  his  lips  .   “  the  world  has  seen  enough  of  me  !   i’m  prone  to  doing  stupid  shit  around  people  with  their  phones  up  .  ”   there’s  a  beat  of  silence  then  ,  and  he  continues  ,   “  let’s  just  say  there’s  a  video  of  a  teenage  me  ,  surfing  and  wearing  real  loose  shorts  .   and  i’m  like  ,  mid-riding  this  fuckin’  huge  barrel  !   and  then  -  boom  ,  completely  knocked  out  by  the  wave  .   i  was  in  the  belly  of  a  water  monster  and  my  shorts  ,  well  …   got  eaten  .  ”   why  is  he  telling  her  this  ?   sometimes  he  doesn’t  know  when  to  shut  up  .   “  had  to  walk  out  the  water  hiding  my  manly  parts  with  the  board  ,  but  well  -  i  could  only  cover  the  front  ,  right  ?  ”   eyes  lower  in  embarrassment  ,  and  he  takes  a  careful  sip  of  his  own  wine  ,  raising  an  eyebrow  slightly  at  her  hand  .   the  way  she  traces  her  own  palm  ,  slowly  and  delicately  .   he’d  like  to  feel  her  touch  .   how  can  he  say  no  now  ?   “  fine  ,  fine  !   read  my  heart  line  ,  tell  me  what’s  in  storage  for  my  heart  .  ”

A planner by nature, Leilani has found Meadow to be sort of like an excitable puppy that she is very pleasantly surprised to have found herself sharing a house with, and also very unequipped to handle. The important part, however, is that she really likes Meadow, and instead of her enthusiasm being overwhelming (so far, at least) it’s actually turned out to be extremely motivating and inspirational. She’s laughing as Meadow directs her, expounding on her grand ideas, filled with so much determination it’s hard not to believe her. “I think it’s brilliant. The salt cave setting is really what makes the vibe impeccable. I’ve never been to one, are there even any around here?”

It takes Auggie a moment to realise that not only is Summer no longer dancing with him, but she’s also stepped out of his arms. He comes to a less than graceful stop, the combination of the sudden ceasing of dancing, the prosthetic and the rock of the water below them causing him to wobble. In truth, the look on her face had just as much of an impact. He hated seeing her like that, looking so small and defeated and all because he’d not wanted to rush her into anything. It had never occurred to him what that would look like on her side of things. “As far as I’m concerned this has been a done deal for me since you didn’t run away screaming at the sight of my stump” It was a joke sure, Auggie really couldn’t help it, but it was also deeply sincere and he was sure that must be reflecting in his gaze. Having to share that whole side of his life had been daunting for him, afraid it would be too much for anyone really but particularly anyone he was going to date. So Summer reacting the way she had, it had put all of those fears to rest “I mean I was pretty certain before that, but it was definitely what sealed the deal.”

He’s gentle as he reaches out to her to bring her back closer to him, deciding now definitely wasn’t the time to keep holding back on his actions but still not forcing anything on her. Everything just felt better when she was close to him “You kissing me was the best thing that has ever happened to me so, I would like to do that again. A lot. It’s pretty much been all that I’ve thought about since.” A little bit of heat flooded his cheeks at the confession. “I’m sorry if it came across as anything other than that I-” He smiles a little sheepishly, a hand raising to cup her cheek while his thumb ran back and forth idly on the skin there “well I didn’t want to rush you into anything, I was happy just to treasure holding your hand and remember how soft your lips are while we got to…well this point I guess.”

“But you didn’t say anything.” Hearing her own words, makes Summer feel like an overgrown child. Maybe it’s too old fashioned -- she can’t expect everyone to match her own ideals. Sure, the romantic in her that wanted some extravagant confession or conversation but Summer doesn’t explicitly need that from August. Some affirmation would have been nice. “I mean, you said lots of very nice things all the time but --” She looks up at him like a wounded puppy, unsure how to articulate her feelings. He’s looming over her, equal parts earnest and open which is so uncharacteristic of him. Her fingernails dig into her elbow slightly, now feeling guilty for worrying him. She slumps a little, her arms dropping to her sides. “How was I supposed to know how you felt?” She asks weakly. “People say things all the time and just end up disappearing.” It finally comes out; her words hang in the air and sound like static. Taunting her about everyone in her life that couldn’t stick around or didn’t even try.

“yeah, i guess.” liam nods before a soft chuckle escapes under his breath, clearly a bit caught off guard by the request. it’s not that he minds being in her company for a while longer, he doesn’t – he’s just doubtful he’ll be that interesting to her. surely there are other people she would rather hang out with ? “you must be really bored if you want me to entertain you.” he replies with a self-deprecating smile, hans tucked inside his jacket pockets like he suddenly doesn’t know what to do with them, “…. but uh, sure. i was just killing some time before a tattoo appointment. you can come if you want, the studio isn’t too far away from here.” he says, a soft smile on his face as he gently takes the book from her hand.

          if  there's  something  about  the  cove  that  juli  absolutely  loves  ,  it's  the  beach  .   no  matter  where  you  are  in  town  ,  you  likely  have  a  beautiful  view  .   off  the  vine  is  no  different  .   and  while  he's  more  of  a  cheap  beer  kind  of  guy  ,  the  wine  he's  drinking  isn't  half  bad  .   “  this  is  pretty  good  ,  right  ?  ”   he  attempts  small  talk  ,  but  the  woman  clearly  has  other  plans  .   and  so  ,  a  brow  lift  .   “  palm  reading  ,  live  for  thousands  of  people  to  watch  ?   yeah  ,  hard  pass  .   what  if  you  end  up  telling  me  i'm  gonna  die  in  two  weeks  ?   first  ,  it'd  be  a  hell  of  a  spoiler  .   i  like  to  live  in  the  moment  and  knowing  when  i'll  die  will  totally  ruin  that  for  me  .  how  am  i  supposed  to  enjoy  life  if  i  know  exactly  when  i'm  gonna  die  ,  you  know  ?   and  second  -  dying  …  dude  ,  that'd  really  bum  me  out  .  ” 

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The twin struts into the vineyard, sunglasses on and oversized sweater hugging his torso. On his feet were his casual shoes: the Yeezy Foam Runners. Tonight was a relaxed night. Wine and cheese. Today was a nice day, so he decided to buy one bottle to drink there.

Harry moved through the grass and stopped as he felt a camera on him. He loved the camera and he quickly straightened up to look at the other. “Huh.” An amused hum slips through his lips. “Sure. I guess. What’s your handle?” He asks, sitting beside her and pulling out his phone.

Trey was enjoying a wine tasting at Off the Vine when he heard one of the other patrons speak out. He fought the urge to laugh as she suggested that she do a palm reading on him for instagram live. “Oh, would they?” Trey asked with a raised brow. As a attention starved B list actor, the thought of exposure was promising, but he wasn’t sold on it, “How do you even read a palm?” Trey asked skeptically.

Davis had been stood up.  Well technically this hadn’t been a date; he’d simply been here to meet up with a work colleague.  But she was a no show, and she hadn’t even texted or called to tell Davis she wouldn’t be there, which honestly frustrated him (though he also hoped she was okay).  So now he was alone at a winery.  It wasn’t a place Davis would have chosen, but he decided he’d wait a bit longer to see if his coworker arrived.  Sitting at a small table alone, he hadn’t even realized that the girl at the next table was speaking to him at first.  But there was no one else around really, and Davis turned to her, and he asked, “Palm read me?” as if he had heard her wrong.  Looking down at his hand, Davis was intrigued enough to say, “What the hell, go for it,” and he moved to join the woman at her table.  “This is for Instagram, you said?” he clarified.  Was this girl an influencer or something?  She did look vaguely familiar.

Ivan’s eyes immidiately light up at the sound of palm reading. He loves divination and hearing things about himself mostly. “Ooooh, palm reading might just be what I need. I love watching those videos!” Showing his hand to her before retracting it back to his jeans pocket. “Waait, but you would keep me as anonymous right?”

closed starter → @sunriseichor​ location → outside her house, early morning

Auggie had put a lot of work into making sure Summer’s birthday, her first here in Lighthouse Cove and the first spent with him, completely blew her mind. He’d barely been able to sleep the night before in all the excitement, everything laid out neatly on the kitchen island ready to go. He’d waited until midnight, so he could be the first to send her a happy birthday message (using the confetti message effect too which was just a very Auggie thing to do), before he’d allowed himself to even think about sleep.

By the time he’d woken up, gotten ready and wrestled first with the prosthetic and then the bunny costume it was only just 8 o’clock. Was that still too early? He was far too eager to delay any longer, so packed up all the gifts and a grabbed a cane just in case and slowly made his way over to Summer’s house. He made a few kids days walking around in the costume, got a few odd looks from their parents but he was so excited to see Summer that they all just washed over him. Once he arrives he makes quick work of tucking the presents out of immediate view and sends her a message, only just now realising she may not yet be up and he’ll just have to linger outside of her house in a bunny costume like a weirdo. He’d cross that bridge when he came to it.

It’s her birthday and she’s twenty-eight. Eight and twenty, as they used to say. Summer likes celebrating things. Even with her mostly sober lifestyle, she knows how to have a fun. Still, since twenty-five there’s been a lingering hesitancy around her birthday. It feels like the world is turning faster than she is ready for. Almost thirty, no novels, just a bunch of short stories and a bartending career that lasted much longer than she ever intended. Difficult to not think about it. Summer isn’t the type to believe she would change the world or anything, but she did expect to be a little farther along in life at this point. 

who: @seastheday / trey ✨

who: @leilaniran​ 💕

@sunriseichor·

“How’s it hanging you most effervescent and radiant of nymphs. Party girls gets first pick of the swag bag you know.” Wally smirked and held out his bookbag for Aspen to pick through if she wanted anything he had pickpocketed over the course of the major events the neighborhood had held since he moved in. He got bored and when he got bored his hands got sticky. It wasn’t like he needed anything of the things he took, he didn’t sell them for cash. Sometimes he would even take things from one person’s pocket and put them in someone else’s. “You know after this I am going spray women’s perfume on men’s jackets so they get in trouble with their wives and girlfriends.” 

“I love being your favorite,” She winks at him. Wally’s flattery had become one of her favorite things about the Cove, second to his penchant for trouble. Aspen peers in the bag, eyes filled with mirth and mischief. Of course, she could buy any and all of the things in the bag but that isn’t the point. How fun would that be? 

who: @andrejvarvik​