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                           ☀ | 𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐨 / 𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐮𝐬

the mortal sun has risen and set a thousand thousand times, and ICARUS is yet bound to the earthly realm, the reincarnation loop continues. this time their mortal coil has taken the shape of Peter Gadiot, a human born on 30 of September, 1986, a Libra and named Oliver Romero.

name: oliver romero birthday: 30 september 1986 age: thirty-six zodiac: libra hometown: london, england occupation: owner of Cygnus Restaurant gender/pronouns: male, he/him sexuality: bisexual personality traits: ambitious, independent, stubborn hobbies: snorkelling and scuba diving, sailing, rugby, cricket, polo, working on motorbikes, photography

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19. Favorite music genre?

"I like listening to a bit of everything. My playlist is starting to get filled with Australian artists since I moved here though. My favourite song at the moment is a song called 'Baddest Motherfucker in the Beehive by the Delta Riggs'

20. Favorite book?

"I'm not a huge reader but I always liked Frankenstein by Mary Shelley."

21. Favorite show?

Already answered ~

22. Favorite movie?

9. Favorite animal?

"Cats. They're snooty and adorable even if I have many many scratches from my mother's cat, Percival."

15. Any piercings?

"Nope, for some reason they never appealed to me."

30. Any hobbies?

10. any phobias?

"Oddly enough, for a guy who loves being in the water, I'd say sharks are on my list of phobias. I know there in the water and all but I've seen too many shark movies to know they could kill me if they wanted to.

11. favourite game?

One thing that you grew accustomed to fairly quickly being raised by an affluent aunt who loved making new connections, was how to entertain yourself at a party. Thea had found herself at all kinds of parties and events over the years thanks to her Aunt’s contacts and friends. Whether that be a gala or club opening, there was the blonde trailing on her Aunt’s heals. As she grew up it was slightly different, Thea could hold a conversation or could find the easiest escape route from the dessert table to the closest exit. Needless to say, you could imagine who’d invited the young woman to this restaurant opening.

Thea walked in, already having lost her Aunt the second they stepped through the door. But the male who approached her caused her to smile politely up at him. “Hi, looks like a fantastic turn out.” She returned with a hum, gesturing to the throng of people milling around them. Thea was about to excuse herself to look for food when the other beat her to it, the blonde quickly nodding at the offer. She was always up for trying new things, especially when it came to food. “I would love to try one. They sound amazing, if I’m being honest.” She chuckled, reaching to lift one off of the tray. Lifting the shell to her lips, she tilted her head back and savored the flavor as the oyster hit her tongue, bringing her head back down as she held the shell out a little. “Oh my go—if the oysters are that good and you hype up the tacos even more? I can’t wait.”

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Oliver was admittedly very nervous for this event. It was working so far, people were coming in to try the dishes and wine they had on offer. The event was a pricey one to throw but it was good advertising for what the restaurant would have to offer now. So far, it looked like a good investment from the crowd that was growing. He was trying to play host and talk and greet everyone in the crowd so he was happy to talk to the pretty blonde when she paused to listen to him. “It is a great turn out. I’m pretty impressed,” he agreed with a friendly smile. 

          KAYN COCKS ONE EYEBROW UP, bracing himself for a possible lecture of how rebellious and wild-spirited that person in front of him was back in his youth. he has always been one of these people who couldn’t wait to grow up and leave the infantile behavior behind them. “ wanna trade childhoods? “ he says mockingly, though that is his way of joking. “ so judging by your words, now you want to get to know me? well,” kayn stands up and takes his shoes and socks off and he carries his bare feet to the pool in front of the two. he submerges his entire clothed body into it, his sweater and pants completely soaking into the fresh waters of the hidden falls and his necklace hovering on the surface together with his pink-colored head. it’s sublime to him; his mind starts feeling the expansion of his safe aquatic bubble. “ have a go. you have one chance only to ask your questions and see why i can be TROUBLE more often than not. “

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Bellamy was in attendance solely as a plus one, this time playing the guest which gave him some freedom. He’d come as a means of expansion, shaking hands and rubbing elbows and as per usual kissing ass in the name of the veteran’s foundation. Sometimes a public offer, or a small check up on the status of certain payments, was the best way to twist an arm into getting it done soon. No one wanted a scene, and he knew how to keep his words vile but his grin charming. However, there was also a curiosity for the business side of it and that was one of the factors in which drove him to come out. 

He was picking at the food, pacing himself slower than most guests even with the platters as small as they were. He knew better than to give in so quickly. 

“Oliver Romero, right?” Bellamy asked, curving his offer. “You’re the new saving grace of this place?”

- Oliver was trying his best to act like a good host. If he was honest, it wasn’t his thing but for the sake of the restaurant, he could put on his best smile for any customer. When the man in front of him already knew his name, he tried not to show his surprise. “I guess news like that travels quick around here?” he replied. “That would be me, it’s nice to meet you.” He held his hand out to the man, offering it to him. 

     it was a bit of a breath of fresh air to hear his chuckle, rather than get the look from him that alex was expecting — perhaps a snooty little i’m better than you look, with a bit of wonder what someone like alex was doing here ( he wasn’t even up to dress code — was there even a new dress code here ? )

     “ i’m gonna be honest with you, mate — i don’t think i would ever consider eating this thing in any other situation, but you have a face that i just feel compelled to say yes to. ” he begins to tease, which meant that he was starting to feel a little bit more comfortable in his environment. or, for alex, it could be the complete other end of the spectrum — out of place or comfortable, alex will resort to trying to make bad jokes. he does as he was told, though, finally taking his bite. “ fuck me, it really does taste like the sea — ” he shamelessly lets the cussing fall from his lips as he was chewing through it, still unsure what his verdict was on the whole thing. “ i think my taste buds are extremely confused. ”

☀

It was easy to laugh off the young man’s opinions on the food offered to him. He had felt the same way when he was younger but it took trying new things to discover what he liked. It was a restaurant after all, it didn’t matter what your tastes or what you wore, so long as you paid for your meal. Tonight there wasn’t a need to pay at least but Oliver hoped it would entice people to return. “It’s also hard to say no to free food,” he replied with a small chuckle. 

“That’s fair, it’s a weird texture but when you get a good one, it can be creamy or sweet but it will always taste a little like the sea.” That part seemed like a given, considering that’s where the oysters came from after all. “I promise the other dishes are not as confusing. Most people see oyster’s and think it’s fancy so you know, we gotta flex a little so people think it’s fancy.” The taco’s were likely not considered fancy but Oliver was doing his best to source the best local ingredients to support the community. “How about you wash it down with some wine?” 

12. Sexuality?

"I'd call it bisexual. I'm attracted to all kinds people and have been with all kinds of people too."

28: Already answered

30. A hobby you have?

21. Favorite Show?

The moment he spoke, Mysha squared her shoulders back, and prepared herself to double down. She was used to that as her temper had gotten her in trouble more than once. Of course she saw it as returning the energy. “Is that a joke?” Swiping the bottle out of his hand, she dumped the water out and tossed it into her garbage can. The person who had littered was too far gone now for her to call them out anyway. Jerk. Her attention goes back to the other, who for the most part appeared unphased from her throw. “I know it is. I’ve always had a strong arm.” Mysha wasn’t one to preen but when she was complimented humility was swiftly tossed out the window. Especially when it came to her admittedly impressive athletic skills. “I didn’t even know the island had one.” She replied with a shrug. “I’ve never played though. I was more of a track and soccer kid growing up. Archery also really builds up the muscles.”

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The woman looked ready to attack him again if he said the wrong thing. Oliver found it highly amusing considered she had attacked him to begin with with a stray plastic bottle. It was out of his hand before he could comment but Oliver still looked amused at the whole situation. “It might be but it depends if you’re still threatening me with recycling,” he said, keeping his hands up. He was ready to swat any stray drink bottles heading his way if need be. For the moment, it seemed safe and he relaxed. “Of course there is, this is Australia. Even the smallest towns have at least one football team and one cricket team.” He had spent more than a few holiday’s in Australia before moving here and he had picked up on those things. Or maybe it was just because he enjoyed the sports. “It’s probably by that big sporting oval, if you’re interested.”

1. Nickname?

“Most people just call me Ollie. When I was playing football in England, my nickname became Romeo but I think that was just too lazy and forgot the extra R.” 

2. Any siblings?

“Yes, I’m the youngest of three boys. Unfortunately.” 

3. Any tattoos?

”I have a bunch and I’m thinking of getting more. I have a shark on my thigh, this wave on my other thigh and I’ve got a sun on my chest.” 

4. Something you wish you were better at?

It felt like a shot in the chest, a reminder of the time they had been apart. Even without the chaotic mix of intense emotions they had related to Oliver, they had still been close friends and losing that at the same time had been really tough. Their thoughts were filled with their attempts to hold in all of their emotions as they moved other to the bag, taking a drink from their water bottle. Luckily, the joke distracted them and they smiled. “It’s 100% a death trap,” they agreed, joking in return. “You really picked a terrible place to go, but there are far worse ways to die than snorkeling.”

Harlow led him towards the water. This could just be like them hanging out again, before they left England. Back then, they had just been friends, nothing complicated. “Just keep your eyes out for sand sharks. If you spot one, it’s already too late for you.” Joking was a nice feeling, something far lighter and easier to bear. They wouldn’t be able to talk much when they had their snorkels on, but the sea life would be enough to keep them from thinking too much.

There was no easy way to have the conversations he needed to have with them. Oliver felt at a loss for words which was why he was so glad that they could ignore it for the time being. Jokes were easy, it was the foundation of their friendship and if they could still joke, there was hope for them to be friends again. “So I've heard,” he said, shaking his head sadly. “I'm seeing that now. I could have gone to that other ocean without sharks in there,” he joked.

megan   feels   out   of   place   as   she   did   most   often.   a   satin   dress   hugs   her   frame   a   bold   teal   color   instead   of   usual   moody   cool   toned   palette.   earrings   dangle,   brushing   exposed   shoulders.   she   looks   picturesque   as   she   leans   over   a   table,   snapping   closed   the   hard   plastic   case   that   held   her   microphone.   she   was   thankful   for   the   gig,   the   work,   but   anxiety   would   always   pool   in   her   mouth   like   venom   when   in   such   luxe   social   settings.   tip   bowl   overfull   she   carefully   sweeps   it   into   further   bags   when   approached   by   oliver   himself.   “   mr.romero,   ”   she   greets   head   dipping   gently.   “   uh,   ”   a   quick   inhale   chest   filling   with   air   as   she   glances   at   the   perfected   oysters   propped   on   ice.   

she   probably   needed   to   get   out   of   here   before   she   broke   something.   or   something   caught   fire.   even   then,   megan   could   only   envision   a   swarovski   crystal   fire   extinguisher   being   presented.   “   i’ll   pass.   thank   you   though.   all   that   sodium   isn’t   good   for   my   vocal   chords.   ”   a   awkward,   tight   smile   presented   to   him   &   the   waiter   in   apology.   “   sounds   amazing.   ”   hand   lifts   to   smooth   a   curl   behind   the   shell   of   her   ear,   shifting   her   already   tall   stance   (   now   even   taller   in   lengthened   heels   )   to   balance   her   weight   and   lift   her   shoulders   to   straighten   them.   hoping   she   seemed   presentable   &   refined,   hoping   to   fit   in,   even   if   just   for   the   fleeting   moments   as   she   prepared   for   her   exit.   “   i   hope   you   liked   the   music.   i   hope   you’ll   have   me   back?   ”   it   comes   out   as   a   question   and   she   wished   it   hadn’t.   her   manager   at   the   white   island   hotel   had   put   in   a   recommendation   for   her   as   a   lead   to   oliver   for   vocal   entertainment.   her   meekness   comes   easy,   comes   naturally,   a   wounded   butterfly   who   can’t   quite   fly   as   gracefully   as   others.   “   maybe   next   time…..   ”   clearing   her   throat,   smile   looses   its   stiffness   as   it   softens   and   creases   of   worry   written   on   her   forehead   smooth.   “   the   oysters   and   tacos   i   mean.   me   trying   them.   i   don’t   want   to   impose   further   yeah.   ”   *   

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He had been up in the air about hiring entertainment for the party but Megan had come recommended by the manager from the White Island Hotel so he had seen if she was available. As unsure as he had been, the music had set the right atmosphere, creating a good background for the guests to enjoy as each course was brought out for them to try. “Megan, please, call me Oliver,” he said, giving her a warm smile. Even though she was a performer, he could see the nerves in her frame, from the subtle shake of her hands to the way her shoulders stayed tight.