#alsoaless

                    there  was  no  question  that  as  the  day  went  on  ,  as  the  night  started  to  roll  in  . . .  tristan  was  not  okay  .  not  only  was  it  completely  𝐎𝐁𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐒  when  looking  at  him  but  it  was  obvious  when  speaking  to  him  as  well  .  he  looked  like  he  was  far  away  .  like  he  was  there  𝐏𝐇𝐘𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘  but  𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘  ,  his  mind  was  in  a  completely  different  place  .  not  to  mention  how  much  of  a  mess  he  looked  .  the  toll  of  the  drugs  ,  the  drinking  and  a  day  at  a  festival  took  on  a  person  .           ⏤           hunched  over  ,  tristan  let  out  a  groan  .  although  ,  all  the  way  until  this  𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘  moment  ,  he  couldn't  feel  much  of  anything  .  other  than  feeling  like  he  was  invincible  . . .  that  and  feeling  as  though  he  could  get  away  with  the  𝐃𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐄  he  did  to  himself  because  there  was  no  repercussion          (      in  the  given  moment  .     )          but  it  seemed  as  though  he  was  knocked  into  reality  a  bit  for  the  moment  .  everything  hitting  him  all  at  once  ,  like  a  giant  wave  crashing  without  any  warning  .  wiping  at  his  nose  as  the  blood  rolled  down  his  face  ,  he  wasn't  even  sure  if  it  was  his  nose  or  somewhere  else  on  his  face  .  the  amount  of  moshes  he'd  been  in  . . .  well  ,  that  and  the  fact  that  in  his  crossfaded  state  ,  he  was  acting  a  little  too  chaotic  .  𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐎𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆  someone  enough  to  punch  him  square  in  the  face  .  queue  ,  where  he  was  right  now  .  standing  up  a  bit  ,  he  tried  to  walk  before  stumbling  a  little  .  hunching  over  again  ,  his  hands  on  his  knees  .          ❛     fuck  ,     ❜          he  mumbled  under  his  breath  .

tristan didn't usually come over unless it was quick . alessandro seemed to be the one exception when it came to spending time with a 𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐘 member for more than a few seconds . which said something being that the two didn't 𝐄𝐗𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐋𝐘 get along . but laying in bed all day and night was starting to drive him absolutely 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐄 . standing in the back garden , tristan plucked away at his guitar before stopping and looking at the other . ❛ what do you think ? it's just a little but maybe it can go somewhere for a song ? ❜ tristan asked , voice still a little raspy from being sick . ⏤ honestly , if aless hadn't wormed his way into tristan's band . . . he probably wouldn't have been showing him a song but , here they were . if anything he was glad aless was actually home instead of out at the stables . . . ( a sight tristan would forever pray to avoid as much as possible . )

               tristan  wasn't  really  sure  he  should  tell  aless  what  happened  to  him  . . .  the  whole  dying  thing  . . .  and  then  the  𝐒𝐔𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐀𝐋  aspect  that  he  couldn't  even  say  he  believed  a  few  weeks  prior  .  then  again  ,  maybe  alessandro  wouldn't  even  really  care  ?  maybe  it  would  be  yet  𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑  thing  he  wouldn't  want  to  bother  himself  with  when  it  came  to  his  cousin  .          ❛      hey  ,  i  just  came  over  to  say  . . .  i  think  we  should  go  our  separate  ways  with  the  band  .     ❜          although  ,  to  some  it  may  have  seemed  like  he  was  parting  ways  with  their  band  because  he  wanted  to  start  pursuing  things  as  a  solo  artist  or  he  finally  hit  his  limit  with  aless  . . .  that  wasn't  the  case  at  all  .  instead  ,  it  had  a  lot  more  to  do  with  the  fact  that  he  𝐃𝐈𝐃𝐍'𝐓  know  when  this  whole  . . .  living  when  he  was  supposed  to  be  dead  thing  would  last  .  he  didn't  know  if  one  day  ,  it'd  just  all  go  how  it  should've  been  and  he'd  be  gone  .           (       maybe  that  was  the  whole  point  of  all  this  ?      )           of  𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑  was  happening  to  him  .  he  was  able  to  set  things  as  they  should  instead  of  just  cutting  himself  out  like  how  things  would've  gone  if  he  wasn't  living  in  some  weird  supernatural  universe  . ╱ @alsoaless .

[ from the @jialline for @alsoaless ]           annoyance  crosses her features when she spots him out of the corner of her eye,  and she hopes it doesn't intersect the current networking she's doing at the lowell hotel,  though the person seems to scurry off once they get her contact information.  he may have blocked her first,  but she blocked him back for her own piece of mind  -  so why was he here?    "you're like a leech,"   jia deadpans as he approaches her,  and jia's a nice girl,  until her patience is tested  -  and alessandro has certainly tested her patience more than a few times.  she wonders if it's too late to play dumb,  play josie.   "if you're looking for jia,"  she says,  and really  -  she hadn't had the time to hide her beauty mark,  so if he knew the singular difference between her and josie,  she was screwed  -  "she's not around. and also doesn't want to see you."

"you definitely aren't what i was expecting when they told me that had a new model in mind for me.." dontaz pursed his lips as his eyes scanned over alessandro, taking in his appearance and physique. he'd let his team know that he needed a new model, and they had tracked down alessandro's information and team to set up the little first time meeting between them. dontaz knew who the other male was, it was hard not to, but they had surprisingly never crossed paths until that moment. "i'm looking for new pretty faces for my upcoming line of androgynous clothing. would that be something you're interested in?"