#florian;

His second week in Kaos starts out simple in his new apartment. It’s small, smaller than the one he lived in in London, that’s for sure. But this one has a balcony with a view of the beautiful blue Mediterranean sea and Julien will take the smaller than used to rooms just for that. A ten minute walk away is the ballet studio he convinced the owner to teach at. It wasn’t difficult after he’d explained who he was and what his resume looked like. Everyone would be lucky to have a principal dancer from the British royal ballet teach at their studio. Well, a former principal dancer, Julien thinks bitterly but he has plans to get back to where he was in no time. But for now, he teaches ballet to grade-schoolers, practicing patience. The children are not as disciplined as he expects but he does his best to teach in the way he learned the beginner moves. Though the way he learned was less than normal, he’s come to realize. Of course, he was being trained to be the best and these children are just learning for fun. 

And before he knows it, the class is over and he smiles a little at seeing the children rush towards each other to discuss what they did right and wrong. Some of them are happy because Julien praised their stance or the way they had positioned their feet while some others are frowning because he had told them they need to work on some things. Still, the class had gone well and Julien feels like he can breathe again at knowing he’s not become completely useless and lost touch with the one thing he knows in life. Once he’s changed and ready to go he pauses by the doors, watching the parents interact with their children with a small smile. And then he sees him. At that moment it’s like the entire world comes to a stop and Julien is sure this is all a dream. It has to be for how can Florian Agreste be right here in front of him after so many years? He wants to leave as soon as possible but he realizes he cannot do that without catching the other’s attention so he stands there, completely frozen and just waits. For what, he has no idea. 

“Florian, for sure. He’s always been like a brother to me and despite a period of time where we weren’t on the best terms, he was still my best friend. I’d also like to mention Olivier who I miss very dearly.” (@floagreste)

Fabian makes his way out of Tempest’s room in just his jeans, sweater hanging off one hand and his pack of cigarettes on the other. He pockets the pack and pulls his sweater on quickly, trying to be as quiet as possible as he steps out into the living room. He’s craving a cigarette so bad right now but he knows Tempest would likely behead him if he smoked inside so instead he looks around for his shoes so he can get out as quickly as possible. Sneaking out in the morning is his specialty, after all, but he pauses and sticks his head into the living room as he hears a noise. Normally he would be three blocks down the street by now but he finds Florian there and grins. “Dude, hey,” he greets him. “Fancy seeing you here, in your own home.” 

Dionysus nurses his 5th cup of wine, the wine which he brought himself. Crates of it were carried up to Mount Olympus by his son as he himself would never do any of the heavy lifting. The other gods often scoffed at the fact that he had a tendency to forego ambrosia for wine but it is his best creation to date and his siblings wouldn’t know a good drink if it choked them to death. He’s trying his hardest to ignore his father and his hellhound of a wife who keeps glaring at him and in an attempt to evade them he comes face to face with none other than Hades.

“Hades,” he exclaims loudly. “I haven’t seen you since I tried getting my mother out of the underworld.” And what a journey it had been. Hades had been very calm about it as he usually is but Thanatos, on the other hand, had given him much grief. Dionysus supposes being the god of just death and not the whole underworld gave him a complex. “How have you been?”

💕 …someone my muse loves.  

It’s a secret and he’ll keep it that way for as long as he can until the love has faded and gone but Sihyun loves Arlo. Much like many others on the island, he’s absolutely taken with the boy and he has been since meeting him in Barcelona after being kicked out by his parents. It started as just sex and then it became comfort and then something more for Sihyun. He has no delusions about it, though and he knows its a dead end and he’s actually quite happy with just being friends with Arlo the way they are now. He knows love doesn’t have to be reciprocal and that it’s enough to just give. And he wasn’t meant for love, at least not for this one anyways, and he’s okay with that. @superpcsitions

🔪 …someone my muse hurt in the past.

It was a mutual hurt, but Sihyun hurt Florian nonetheless. A week or so of radio silence from his best friend after what was the scariest day of his life almost broke him but he knows not being there for Flo afterwards had to have hurt more. Florian and him had shared everything, had known each other like no one else had because they lived paralel lives. And then it was all gone and a hole was left in Sihyun’s chest that no one could fill and it was all his fault. He could find 1000 new friends, not one would be Florian. He could imagine 1000 different ways he could’ve handled the situation and none of them would change anything. He doesn’t regret most things in his life, but he does regret not keeping a promise he’d made to his best friend, his brother, to this day. @floagreste

👪 …someone in my muse’s family.

“That’s. No. This ship has long sailed and is resting somewhere at the bottom of the sea.” ( @floagreste )

“I–I don’t think we are who we once were. There’s a lot I did wrong there so I think the only thing I’d do if I could is turn back time to do some things differently, not get back together.” 

💔 …someone who broke my muse’s heart.