celeste: where are you?

it  was  uncertain  what  reason  in  particular  had  coaxed  the  company  of  another  into  the  lonely  entryway  of  17c  .  whether  it  was  the  sound  of  soft  cries  and  pathetic  sniffles  ,  or  just  sheer  unfortunate  luck  that  they  had  crossed  paths  at  the  same  moment  in  time  .  but  the  distinct  sound  of  a  door  closing  gained  ricky’s  attention  .  head  snapping  up  to  lay  eyes  on  the  unwelcomed  disruptor  .  there  jason  stood  ,  as  tall  and  stoic  as  ever  .  ricky  would  have  greeted  him  pleasantly  had  he  been  in  another  state  of  mind  ,  had  he  had  his  usual  substance  on  hand  .  instead  raw  ,  piercing  eyes  glared  into  the  deep  browns  gazing  upon  him  .  “  what  the  fuck  are  you  looking  at  ?  you  fucking  freak  .  ”  he  spat  cruelly  ,  jaw  clenched  as  every  nerve  in  his  body  tensed  up  .  miserably  ,  he  wiped  at  his  dampened  cheeks  with  the  sleeves  of  his  sweater  .  ricky  wasn’t  looking  for  a  fight  ,  but  jason  had  been  unfortunate  enough  to  stumble  across  him  in  a  state  of  vulnerability  .  for  that  ,  he  would  suffer  .

it’s meant to be a solo night, one where he watches the sky and picks out constellations that are obscured by fireworks but after a second, he grabs his phone and opens up the text thread at the very top. jg. i’m on a roof a few blocks away. you should join me. i don’t know the address so don’t ask.”

         kraken watches him from his bed, pale eyes tracking his movement. she startles slightly when he makes a sudden grab for his phone. he almost texts will, but then decides that fallout from that isn’t something he wants to deal with. his and rory's conversation still sits near the top, but it takes a painfully long time for him to compose a short text message. finally his anxious nerves win out and he just sends it, not worrying about how it comes across.     hey, did you make it ??

         the queue for the gelataria is much longer than the others, but after hearing from another passeby that this was the best one around, they had no choice but to try. “ how many flavors do you think we can get through before we pass out? ” he passes his phone to shiloh, which holds a lists of all the most common ones. “ or get sick. because i’m willing to try. ” @eushiloh​

it’s the first time that either of them have had a second to breath since her return, only a quick reunion happening between sebastian and charlotte before they’re both inevitably swept away. the two of them now sit outside of giada’s, looking out on the bustling crowd that pays neither of them much mind and she gently kicks him underneath the table as they take a bite. “so what’s been happening with you since i left? other than ... the evacuation.” @sebastianeu​

           “I’D RATE THAT A SIX OUT OF TEN AT BEST,” scarlett announces, as they stroll out of the theatre they had just been at to see whatever show they were currently offering. vincent and her practically arm in arm, she uses her free hand to pinch the bridge of her nose. “it was clear none of the actors were on their bodies,” she comments, uncaring whether or not he’ll follow a long. “like at the end of the day it simply felt like people going through the routine. stale.” a pause, as she mulls it over, and shrugs. “oh, well. we still have a couple hours. wine?” / @vincenteu​