#manuelnarvaez

period ╲╲╲  Penelope’s apt.

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She stood there for a moment, simply stunned as she looked at Manuel in front of her. Suddenly, her own trauma following the brutal night meant nothing. Penelope had a heart of glass with him, finding herself distraught at the thought of him going through pain. It felt like they had been doing this a lot lately. Her face distorted into her disapproval, still leaning forward and pulling him into her apartment. She looked away, avoiding looking at the injuries he sustained. She despised seeing him like this. She had been wondering all night where he was but she remained silent. Her hand in his as she ushered his hurriedly to the bathroom, angrily beginning to pull out the makings of his recovery. She wet a washcloth, squeezing out the excess warm water. Penelope let out a tired huff, slowly finding his eyes and her lip quivered as she stared at him. She swallowed the lump in her throat bringing the cloth to his cut. 

“Another fight, huh?”

period ╲╲╲  a rooftop in the Bronx under the stars

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The last time she had heard from him was high-school. Through a text message on the day she graduated. Penelope’s father sent her a congratulations and a thumbs up from yet another random number. And the next time was twenty minutes ago, running into him during the holidays twenty-eight years later. She never imagined having to stare at her father and his new family right in their eyes. She swallowed her angry words, choosing to leave for her own sanity.

One minute she was actually enjoying herself with her family and the next she was sitting on the edge of a familiar roof top, crying and yelling obscenities into the abyss. ‘Happy fucking holidays,’ she thought to herself as she took a long drag from the cigarette. She didn’t picture her night ending like this but one day she’d look back and laugh. The sudden sound of footsteps causing her to turn around and debut her smudged mascara and teary face. A boisterous laugh escaped her because one day was today, apparently. 

“Uh... happy Thanksgiving?” Penelope said, trying her best to wipe any evidence of tears away from her face as they celebrated another holiday together, apparently. 

period ╲╲╲  2am after a shift at The Cancún

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Penelope’s days were on a rhythmic repetition recently–– wake up, work on her portfolio, leave for her jobs, come home around 3am, count her money and repeat. Ever since she admitted to the universe she wasn’t happy and needed to move on and upwards; she realized she needed to carry her own weight because no one else would. The only upside to it was her father’s luxuries left behind in his absence. His absence wasn’t daunting as before, luckily, a trail of his repentance was left behind this time. She had been fiddling with the idea of opening her own business– the only problem being she had no idea what that entailed. She was lost in her thoughts until the sound of her boots were joined by additional footsteps. Penelope’s first instinct was to ball her fists and put her keys in between her knuckles, wearily turning around to find the suspect: her boyfriend. Of course. “No, thanks, I’m good, I don’t do drugs,” she said, lifting a hand to distance herself. She held onto the joke for a moment until her features broke into a smile spreading across her lips and a laugh escaped her. Penelope skipped up to him, wrapping her arms around him and embracing him. “What are you doing up at these crazy hours?” she questioned, wondering how they ended up in the same place at the same time. “I hope I turned my straightener off...” she said, realizing Manuel wasn’t in her apartment. Oops. 

he’s on his fifth shot of tequila, along with manuel. at the start they used to be thick as thieves &. now it’s like they barely had time to hang out with another. a small chuckle escapes his brims as he looks at his friend ❝ I promise you, that’s exactly what happened ———  then again, drunk me is very different than sober me. I woke up the next day with three of them in my bed —— let’s just say, it was a good night. ❞ of course Silas has never had an issue spending the night with a girl ( if not various ) now keeping a woman that was the issue. 

period ╲╲╲  Gotham Hall

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“We should do a prom pose,” she teased him. While she was kidding, she wasn’t. She still had the picture from a decade ago from their prom. Lucky for her, here she stood with the same guy. He looked a little different recovering from his street fights, but none the less, they were a pillar that stood. “Just for old times sake,” she joked, looking at the crowd of photographers snap their shot at the influential people of New York. Including one she shared a last name with. The PDA causing a laugh to erupt from her. The brunette turned around, facing Manuel as her eyes rolled back. “My eyes burn,” she said, covering her mouth and theatrically pretending to throw up soon after. A few minutes of dramatics later, she huffed and wrapped her arms around him, leaning onto him for literal support. “C’mon. How about now? Can we leave now?” she asked him, once again. 

❛ manuel look at you, Im impressed bambino. ❜ her nurturing language seeping just a little bit, genuine nonetheless. ❛ though I think we could have added a few things here and there but handsome nonetheless. ❜ she doesn’t wait for the conversation to last too long on his looks ❛ so, where is pen ? I’m sure you two came together, she had the miraculous idea to come to me for a gown, I wish you would have done the same but there is always a next time, right ? ❜ 

long manicured red nails opened the prescription (not actually prescribed to her but they helped her sleep, maybe a little too much) bottle. pouring herself a glass of merlot, la silla to be exact. Hearing the knock on the door, she tells the staff ❛ I got it. ❜ she says as she looks at the older woman, her red bottom heels clacking on the marble floor. Her hand wraps around the handle and opens the doorto expose Manuel ❛ Bought time you showed up, i thought i would have to send a search party for you. Come on in.❜ she turns around, reaching the table where her glass had a stain of a crimson color ❛ Want a glass ? ❜ she says as she looks at Manuel with a small smile on her petals.