''you look awful. what the fuck happened to you?'' / @sealedfctes

        ( 💔 @sealedfctes )     ⋅ ⋅ ⋅    "she's running late..." wesley might has well come from thin air as he approaches from behind, holding a glass of champagne out to the other. "i knew she was bringing a date. which, in and of itself, was a shock. don't think she's done that since she was seventeen. THEN, for her to tell me it's you i needed to find to deliver this message? damn." words are followed by an airy laugh, smile sparkling his face.

"Would it be weird if I mentioned how nervous I am," Ezra whispered across the table after the waitress took their drink order. "I haven't been on a date in a long time and I'm not feeling like my usual bubbly charming self around you."

When her eyes caught on Kit, settled off to the side like the noise hadn’t managed to pull him under, something about the sight pulled a sense of comfort into her stomach. She slipped through the clusters of laughter and clinking glasses until she came to lean against the same stretch of wall, shoulder just close enough to brush if either of them shifted. ❝Looks like you had the right idea,❞ Naomi murmured, tilting her glass slightly as if in a quiet toast to the corner he’d claimed. ❝Next time, we should reserve hidden spots in the corner.❞

Her gaze drifted across the room, pausing now and then on familiar faces, the kind that had been stitched into her life since childhood. There was comfort in that, though it came with the faint itch of being watched, of being known too well. She adjusted her stance, shifting one foot against the scuffed wood floor, and let her eyes trace the glow of lights overhead. ❝They really dressed the place up nice for the celebration,❞ she commented to the body that had just moved beside her.