#flvorescent

             ‘  yeah  so  ,  i’m  gonna  need  you  to  find  another  dealer  .  ’     //     closed  starter  for  @flvorescent​  based  on  this  plot!

        “A LOT of people want to kill me. i take great pride in that.” 

“i guess we never really moved on. it's really good to hear your voice saying my name.” 

        meadow licks over her lower lip , squeaking a little when the other grabs her wrist . “ what       what do you want ? ” she asks over the music , eyes flickering over their face . “ are you jealous ? they’re a guy , fuck , you should know me well enough to know that men do nothing for me, ” she mutters , her eyes flickering over the other’s face . 

hermes: am i still scheduled for the vogue interview tomorrow?

“this song was a lot of work. but it was worth it in the end and OF COURSE, i owe the greatest success to my fans, without them i would be nothing.” and without the wonderful person he was neither, but he kept that to himself—because reina had already told him several times, that self-praise in interviews was totally inappropriate. although, honestly, there was so much to praise, hey, he had the voice, the looks and so much more. visibly distracted, ben looked at himself in the camera that was directed at him and only due to the host's throat clearing did he finally look back. “so, what is this song about? fans assume a secret love?” the moderator wanted to know interested, whereupon ben looked at him hesitantly and then the professional smiled was back, as if a button had been pushed. "maybe? i guess that will remain a secret for the time being.” and said secret was with the team and was ultimately his beautiful assistant. many of his songs were about her, but he had never confessed that to her. the interview finished and he stretched slightly before thanking a few more people and then walking over to her. "i did a damn good job." ben remarked with a grin, he was visibly satisfied with the result and was now waiting to see what she thought of it. in general, her opinion was always the most important to him. "do we have other appointments today?" he wanted to know from her when he grabbed his jacket and put it on. he wasn't really keen on further interviews, but the new album had to be pushed and such appointments were essential for that. however, he would have much rather spend more time with reina, preferably without others staring at him as if he was the main attraction in a circus. but, if he thought about it, show business was probably almost the same thing as a circus.

“why do you have to look so good when we fight?“

sloane opens the door to her apartment in a rush, trying to assure the neighbors don’t see the tears streaming down her face. she was not expecting to be dumped tonight, yet here she was, alone with her back against the door. she lets her knees bend and collapses to the ground, head in hands. “ fucking asshole, ” a quick wipe to the tears on her cheeks does nothing as more keep on coming. it’s this moment when she realizes she isn’t alone in the apartment. a mortified expression replaces the one of pain. “ oh. oh, my god i ... is it too hopeful to wish you didn’t witness all of that ? ”