𝔬𝔥 𝔴𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔞 𝔰𝔦𝔫

elizabeth: this is a catch-up lecture, hugo

elizabeth: you're looking at me right now

elizabeth: you know i can't. mum and dad would have my head

byron: i /am/ looking at you right now, very astute

byron: they already had your head, hence why i haven't seen you

it wasn’t often that she met with alistair, they were friends mostly through hope, and then through their connections in the fashion industry, so, for the most part, she knew they would be classed as acquaintances. the titles hardly mattered though, she wasn’t here as his friend, she was here for advice, business advice. “ thank you for meeting me. i know you and your fiancée are likely in the midst of wedding planning. how have you been ? ”

               “ i don’t think i can do this, g. ” she’d been in bed all day, deciding that she wasn’t physically fit to take her classes today. “ i almost bumped into sabrina the other day. i didn’t even know my own cousin was here ! ” maybe that was the reason her grandparents chose oxford. “ w-what if i bump into him ? i don’t-i don’t think i could ever.. ” she trailed off, her heart aching at the thought. “ maybe,  maybe i could just convince my abuelos to allow me to transfer. ” @sybvrites

             “ fair enough. ” a soft smile appeared on his face once he felt her warmth close to him. “ hm, you’re not throwing me out this time ? ” he leaned back, turning his head to place a kiss on her lips. it were these moments that he forgot he had a girlfriend he was going back to in the end of the day. “ if i didn’t know any better, i’d say i’m starting grow on you, huh ? ”

“As the internet would say, uh, ‘men are trash,’” he mused, momentarily raising his head from an assignment. “All of us are complete pigs, I apologize.” His brows furrowed for a bit before he cracked a smile. “Well, you could you know, go a, forward and direct, and straight up say you’re not interested; b, barrage him with a stream of lethal insults; or c, ignore him until he gets tired of bugging you.” Out of habit, the end of his pen drummed against his notebook on the table. “If that doesn’t work out, you could always go for d, pretending you’re dead,” a brief pause, “or at least, pretending you’re dating someone more, how do I say this, impassioned? Alluring?”

     “ that’s… gross. gaia, you need to give this man a piece of your mind. ” camille encouraged, brows furrowed out of frustration for her. having been on horrendous dates herself, she could relate to the feeling & felt gaia certainly didn’t need to be polite to him. “ you should text him, ‘ thanks, but no thanks. good luck ever finding someone if that’s the way you’re going to continue talking to women. next. ’ ” she didn’t think it was too harsh, but rather just enough to get her point across and prevent any further communication. 

               « ah, don’t make that face, » the blonde all but  p o u t e d, practically tugging at the other’s sleeve. it was a friday evening, and much to her dismay, nothing exciting had happened yet. « we’re just gonna sneak up to the college roof to have a drink. what’s the worst that could happen ? come on —-  »  

            “ ugh, utterly revolting. some men really have an innate talent of repulsing women. ” her nose scrunched up as her anecdote ( a nightmare for a date ) came to an end. “ where’d you even meet this bloke ? rather, who introduced you to him ? darling, if you wanted an⏤at the very least⏤semi-decent date you should’ve come straight to me. ” she held out the palm of her hand, awaiting to receive her phone. “ that’s easy. hand it over, then. ”

         “ didn’t i tell you i have a quiz in five hours ? ” he sat back down on her bed, notebook placed on his lap. “ i’m down to two hours after our little crash course on the human anatomy. which, by the way was tremendous help. ”

“oh uh… n-nevermind….” katerina all but squeaked out as she brushed some hair out of her face. “it was a stupid story anyway.” her cheeks warmed as she spoke.