#int: adele

Josh: hey adele! it's josh if you've forgotten my number

Josh: i made some eggnog and like

Josh: i have no idea if i made it right

Josh: and i trust your tastes better than mine

Josh had been told he’d had sad eyes for a long time, but it wasn’t until he was told that very same thing by someone he trusted - Adele - that he realized that he didn’t have any way to fix it.

He wanted companionship, he craved it. But he knew - knew - that it wasn’t something that he should allow himself. What would happen when he eventually had to choose when he died? What would happen to the person (or persons) that he’d decided to share affections with?

He knew, that he wouldn’t be able to choose to die if he had a loving relationship in his life. He knew better than to be so selfish as to put someone else through that grief.

Are The Heaviest (6WS) Location: Smooth Moves Date: November 11th, 2016 Availability: @davisadele

She’d managed leaving the apartment today, not just to go to work, which was pretty much the only reason she’d left the house at all in the past two weeks. Work was work, nothing to be done for it. Enough people had kept her company, both the living and the dead, and it was the latter that weighed heavy on her mind today. Days that she missed Helen most, she went to get fresh-squeezed orange juice. Helen had been from Florida in her youth and she’d always believed that fresh squeezed tasted better—and she’d been right. It was like a small homage, something she could share when they talked next. But today, she couldn’t talk to Helen herself... it was their anniversary and she needed space to mourn, to remember, in ways that talking to the dead could never fully satisfy.

Location: Paradise Hotel Rooftop Date: October 8th, 2016 Availability: @davisadele

Somewhere between her time at the bar and her later proclivities with the pool, when Magda was still dressed in semi-appropriate little black dress attire and not as buzzed as she would later be, she was on the dance floor, champagne in hand and a face lit-up by neon and her smile. On the dancefloor, she could check her ghosts and demons. Even the voices were a little harder to hear, though she still caught glimpses now and then of the spirits who wandered Paradise, drawn to the revelry and the noise. She threw back the rest of her champagne and put down the glass so she could free her hands to sway and slither in time with the bassline.

On the dancefloor, she saw Adele, who she knew in passing because she worked where Joshua did and was friend with Zoe, too, but she didn’t know her well. The redhead shimmied on over through the throngs of people to dance next to Adele, wondering if she felt out of her element. Briefly wondered if Magda herself should feel out of her element, but part of Magda’s worldview was to make everywhere her element. “Isn’t this a bit dark for you, sunshine?” Magda quipped at Adele through a sideways smirk. “Though you’re putting the spotlight to shame, that’s for sure. How you doin’ tonight?” she asked, dancing around her, close enough to be heard, to feel Magda’s breath softly on her neck, like a whisper or a memory between the words.