#empathists

it was supposed to be a guys’ night for rocco’s buddy who was going through a break up. he was meant to be helping him, but the male couldn’t keep his gaze from drifting towards a specific dancer in the strip club. she was easily the most attractive in his eyes, and although he was a good friend -- he sure was greedy. “i’m gonna go get us some dances, yeah?” after leaving the friend group, he took a seat nearby the brunette as he patiently waited for her attention. “how much you and your girls charging, hon?” @empathists​ + based!

living as apart of the supernatural world alone hadn;t been as disappointing as buffy thought it would be about a century ago. in fact it was 125th birthday in a few days and she planned on celebrating. she’s lived full lives in about 8 different countries-the U.S., belgium, chile, canada, greece, morocco, russia, and venezuela. she planned on starting her new life in thailand, mostly just for the fuck of it. the constant moving around really did well for her and besides, she realized she could really only go about 10-12 years in one place before someone starts questioning why it is she hasn’t aged a single solitary day. but humans were stupid and the idea of vampires roaming among them was so absurd they usually asked what kind of facial cream she used. that always got a chuckle out of her. but nothing made her blood boil like the reminder of ashton. the man she was supposed to be spending her eternity with. after the first twenty or so years without him, he didn’t cross her mind as much especially since most of her human memories were fuzzy or just...gone. but everyone once in a while she’d hear a song, or smell something, and the memory of him was instant. she’d tried tracking him down once she first turned but she realized, pretty quick, that if he wasn’t there then he didn’t want to be. and buffy was not a desperate girl. she could get anyone in any lfietime and immortality had proven just that. but seeing him in person, in fucking italy of all places- she had no words. at first she wasn’t quite sure it was him but she’d know that body shape just about anywhere. she stood on the streets of mercerie in venice, staring at him as he wandered around the store across the street from her, a scowl on her face. she couldn’t even help herself and so maybe she didn’t have the level of restraint she’d thought she’d had because one moment her hands were tightening around the bags of clothes and jewelry she’d had and the next, she’d rushed through the store, grabbed him and slammed him up against the wall in an alley. her hand was around his throat and she knew if he wanted to, he could rip her to shreds...but oddly she didn’t have any words to say. because after a hundred years apart what even was there to say. she took two steps away, a scoff leaving her before she gathered her shopping bags, turned on her heel, and walked away. 

   they were ‘hanging out’. this was just a ‘hang out’. he repeated it in his head to negate the rising anxiety in him. this was trivial and necessary but he wanted to be left alone. if he did this... then she would leave him alone. he knocked against the door and a few moments later it swung open revealing the seemingly carefree girl. “hello. is the food done?” he murmured stiffly. the faster they ate the faster he’d be able to leave. he looked over her head, his eyes wandering around it’s contents. his fell back to her. “what are you making?” it smelled good.

his palms began to sweat the second the mc announced his name, guitar nearly slipping out of his hands as he made his way to the stage. all eyes were on him and he was shaking like a leaf. “uh, hi,” he spoke into the mic. “i’m asher. this is my first time at one of these things so... well, not my first time coming, but my first time performing. you know how it is.” he was rambling, and the audience was clearly tired of it judging by the bored looks on their faces. “anyway... this is called ice cream. i wrote it about a girl i knew. or, i guess i didn’t know her. but i wanted to. ok, i’ll start now, promise.” one last deep intake of breath before his fingers strum the first chord. the lyrics flow through him easily, as if he was born musically talented. it was going better than he ever imagined, that is until his gaze landed on the last person he’d expected to see there. his throat went dry, the words he was about to sing firmly stuck there. after a few moments of petrified stuttering, the boy muttered an apology into the mic before all but running off the stage and to the back door. once he was outside he set his guitar beside him, leaning over and resting his hands on his shaking knees. if he didn’t know any better, he’d think he was going to throw up, but instead his eyes became glassy with tears.

Paige was supposed to be on set today, but instead she decided not to go into work today. She wanted a break from her crazy actress life for once. She met her girlfriend in their bedroom, plopping down on the bed next to her and smiled. ”So I called in and took the day off of filming today.” She grinned. “I decided to take the day off because I want to spend time with my girlfriend today,” She said happily. 

to say that caspian was a homebody was putting it lightly. to say that he was religious would be an outright lie. but nina had been going on and on and on about this christmas eve thing her dad was doing. and, despite the way he pretended to space out whenever she brought it up, he’d listened. which was why he was here at her door, an hour or so before it started—or at least, he hoped. he might have gotten some details off. he forced himself to knock and to not run when nina opened the door. he must have been a strange sight, a white button down instead of a band t-shirt, clean black jeans, and his hoodie tied around his waist and freshly washed. also, he’d attempted to tame his hair instead of letting it flop in his face. it hadn’t wanted to cooperate. but stil, he’d tried his best. “hi,” he said quietly. “i don’t rememb-b-ber exactly when or where your st-tupid christmas thing is. so thought i-i’d ask.”

peta’s still got tears dripping down her cheeks but her head is becoming clearer---mostly, because audrey & herself had doctors talking at them about the mutual friends, their will, the child. the child, natalie, the tiniest love of peta’s life. if there’s anything she and audrey had in common, and it is probably the only thing, it was their love for their friends, and their love for natalie. she turns to audrey, wiping at her damp cheeks (which was really no use). “we have to get to natalie. she’ll be so scared by herself.”