#lovcrsrock

he'd slipped away the moment it had become clear he wasn't needed in the conversation, lingering momentarily in awe at silas' ability to switch on a country club charisma he's never been able to master ( nor wanted to ). yet the fear of questions being turned his own way was enough to justify a quick escape to the hotel bar. or perhaps not that quick — he had assumed silas would come to get him when the coast was finally clear, instead focusing his attention on killing time asking about each cocktail until the bartender was inviting him behind the counter to try making them himself. it's the reason for the proud look painting his features as he makes his way back to their beachfront table, grateful to see silas finally sat alone as he places the drink down in front of his boyfriend. “ i bring gifts. ” he announces cheerily. “ — though you should be warned, they're very strong and to get it right i've had three of them. ”

clunk clunk. a pause. bang, bang! he waited longer... but not too long before the madness took over, and he started pummeling his fists against the wooden barrier between him and dec. " i'm not going away, may as well let me in! " he shouted, not caring if the neighbors heard. " DECLAN! "

"i just think that anyone who stands between me and putting on the most insane mix of edm and midwest emo is actually an enemy to snowboarders everywhere and hates me and wants me to die."

“can’t say it is. i was ready for… fields and flowers. a few cute lambs to cuddle with. this is…” not that. tansy doesn't finish her train of thought and instead breathes out a sigh before glancing towards them. at least there’s something good to look at around here. “there’s also just nothing out here, you know?” she could always drive back into town but she doesn’t feel she fits in there much either. this whimsical idea she had isn’t all she thought it would be.

"It's good to see you after all this time... And by that, I mean good to see you alive." Ilsa smirked slightly at the other woman. "It's been a long time."

"you can slam the door in my face if you need to, but it won't change how i feel."

            ( 💔 @lovcrsrock )     ⋅ ⋅ ⋅    older brother having put her in a hotel for the night, odette was letting herself utilize the 'breton' luxuries she so rarely can, and with that came allowing herself to get buzzed at the event --- three or four glasses of champagne coursing through her veins as rests her hands on the bed behind her; leaning back slightly. eyebrows quirk at the other's words, tongue peaking out from her smile to run along her bottom lip. "you have a proposition, hmm?" a mix between a chuckle & a laugh floats up her chest. "sounds about right coming from one of you --- but i'm listening." eyes trail up and down their form as odette speaks.

" so you can stuff me in your trunk and take me to your cabin in the woods ? i don't think so. " grimaces, continuing to tread down the the sidewalk, barely lit by the lamp post at the end of the block. soft flickering of the lights makes beatrice's stomach churn, all the more reason to feel unsettled by the so - called joke uttered. probably hates how true it is more than anything else. she isn't very physically imposing, but that isn't it. it's that her mere existence would provide many reasons to want to snatch her away. money, for starters. her wealthy parents would give anything to get their sweet child back home safe and sound. " you are lucky i even kept your number in my phone. " pulls her thin cardigan closer to her body, hugging herself as the night wind billows in her direction. she's also pretty, quite undeniably so. that arouses all sorts of motivations that she doesn't even want to think about. " and now . . . now you are literally following me down the road in your car like a total creep. it doesn't help your case. " she practically shouts through the harsh wind, gaze briefly flickering towards the other as she comes closer to the illumination at the end of the street. / @lovcrsrock