#pcrastrid

Astrid had caused quite the stir within the Society this evening, and frankly, Ivy was curious what the young woman had made of the enter event. Judging by what Bo had said in the Morgan chat, Astrid hadn’t put him up to any of the theatrics that were pulled, but she was understandably curious about the whole ordeal.

She recognized Astrid in the crowd easily, both from prior knowledge through the Morgan’s and the auction block. Once Astrid was alone, Ivy made her way over and offered the woman a drink as a peace offering. “I’m Princess Ivana De Graaf, but you can call me Ivy,” she said, easily introducing herself. “I’m a friend of the Morgan’s also. How are you… handling the theatrics?” Ivy asked curiously. “You created quite the stir by accident, I presume, but correct me if I’m wrong.”

Auctions! Human auctions! Oliver was pretty sure that was a little bit illegal, but he was also a little bit envious that he was not up to be bid upon. Who wouldn’t want to win a date with him? He was totally desirable, fun, charming… okay, yeah, that was all excessive. Still, Oliver loved adventure, and being someone’s prize that they won sounded very interesting. Nevertheless, Astrid and Mav were up for bidding (and he’d bid on the latter). He had considered bidding o Astrid also, but the whole ex thing made that a little bit complicated.

Eventually, after the auction, Oliver found Astrid and immediately gave her a hug. If it was weird, he didn’t care — Oliver was always affectionate, and their relationship felt a little more stable, although Oliver would always feel a little wistful around Astrid. “Hey,” he greeted with a smile. “How ya feeling after the bids? Sorry I didn’t place anything on you, I wasn’t sure what the boundaries were there.” He paused before asking, “Is that forgivable?” 

text meme (accepting asks!)

ø — for a late night text. 

[text] I just got handed tomorrow’s People Magazine. Are you alright?

& — for a loving text.

[text] — I just saw your latest piece. It was a pleasant surprise after a long day. You’ll have to tell me how you get your ideas next time we see one another, I could never be so creative.

[text] — You’ve got a lot of talent. I don’t think your family tell you that enough.

[text] But I will, because I wish mine would.

% — for a curious text.

[text] It’s nice to see you’re getting on so well with Bo. I worry about him sometimes.

[text] Is he okay? Every familial conversation seems to descend into fighting, so I never get to ask. But I do worry.

ツ — for an excited text.

[text] A D.C. exhibition? 

[text] That’s great news! Promise you’ll let me know when opening date is so I can put it in my diary?

text meme ( accepting ! ) — @ofchampagnetears

✉ — for a text that wasn’t sent

[text] Are you in the country right now? I could take lunch off. It’s been too long.

[text] I’m so sorry.

⁇ — for a drunk text

[text] I fucking hate the senate minority leader 

[text] he’s a bastard with a stick up his ass oh my fucking god why do I do this job

[text] i’m so tired

% — for a curious text

[text] Who got you banned from North Korea again? In a crisis meeting, and it’d be good to know who I am likely to start at loggerheads with even more so than is already inevitable.

$ — for an accidental text.

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[text] Fuck. Don’t open that, that was most definitely meant for Ivy.

♀ — for a heartbreaking text.

[text] It’s one of those nights. I can’t bring myself to text Dad and you’re the only other person who will tell me if I’ve failed.

Send “⁇” for a DRUNK text.

in his defence, he didn’t know a thing about art. but antony enjoyed dressing up for museum outings, putting his glasses on ( the pair that wasn’t scratched and still intact from the sheer power of prayer alone ) and walking around the quiet hallways, pointing out a bunch of weird looking shit and listening to other people talk about stuff he’d never understand. it was a welcome reprieve from all the chaos he got up to every other day of the year. plus, he liked chilling with the initiates. and he’d never met a person he didn’t want to know better. 

                        –––– breaking off for lunch, seated out on the terrace of the restaurant right in the heart of the museum, antony took the biggest sip of his hot chocolate and smiled at astrid. “ okay, so tell me, ” he started, resting his chin on steepled fingers, “ how do you feel about the society after –– all that. ” he meant the vote, but he just made a vague gesture, scrunching his nose and pulling a funny face. 

amber isn’t particularly private about her past because there are no real secrets to keep, to be honest. no secret darkness behind castle walls that they’re fighting to keep under wraps. her relationship with her father was completely doting, and she’s liberal with the details of her scandalous lifestyle, the people she’s had the pleasure to know... she’s not exactly an open book with her intentions, but in terms of things that have already happened, there’s no issue. because there’s nothing to it except being raised into privilege and turning it into further power and being a riotously fun person to be around. 

she’s a bad girl, yes, but the kind of bad you want to run with down the streets at 3am with a drink in your hand, drunkenly screaming into the night.