#shemves

    ⟡ — TREVETT ALLEN -- with friend’s daughter, cecilia. @shemves

      the  room  is  still  buzzing  with  the  frenetic  energy  of  an  argument  that  had  just  succinctly  concluded,  an  argument  that  the  bassist  had  tried  to  keep  his  cool  during.  mark’s  chest  and  shoulders  fall  slack,  and  feeling  defeated,  his  lanky  body  crumples  into  an  armchair.  pamela  appears  to  be  the  only  thing  that  brings  him  solace  at  the  moment  as  he  regards  her  gently,  affectionately.  in  a  quiet  tone  of  voice,  he  addresses  pamela’s  frustration  with  hope.  ❛❛  –  he’ll  come  back,  sweetheart.  he’s  a  difficult  kid  but  that’s  coz  he’s  jus’  not  used  to  havin’  parents,  yunno ?  ❜❜ 

maddie has roundish almond eyes, the roundish of her siblings. so it fits more into the doe-like innocent people often assume of her. it’s the same brown as the twins; if you look at this chart here, it’s similar to sable (raleigh’s the chuck hazel). her eyelashes are normal, though she feels they could be thicker or darker, so she does wear fake lashes when wearing makeup. and they’re alert, bright, where they do look bigger than they actually are.

     ❝  funny how for some people that could be a good thing.  ❞  lips curve into a cheeky little smile, which he tries and fails to hide behind his glass. he doesn’t really mean to be unhelpful, but he’s had a bit to drink by that point, and the very specific fuzziness make him feel a little looser than he would be when sober. he takes his time to regard her with a curious glance, languid in its lack of subtlety. he likes the way her hair looks, and though he doesn’t say so out loud, not for the first time such a little detail puts her with the many others he’d like to one day draw.  ❝  me friend’s a singer  —  well, among other things anyway. you could come to one of her gigs with us and see what happens, eh? there’s lots of interesting people to meet, and somethin’ usually happens when you stay long enough to see it through.  ❞

       ❛ Having a gig here? ❜  eyebrows quirk up at the idea, it does not sound bad at all, yet his features remained in the stern and unimpressed nature that he usually carries. The bartender had given the red-head boss some kind of ideas before but he really had brushed them off.        ❛ Guess it can work out, depending on the band or singer. What have you. Our stage is small though, not enough space for anything out of the ordinary. ❜  

     “ ah, yeah. i’ve seen you ‘round before. you following th’ tourbus like one a’ those diehard fans ? ” the tip of his cigarette glows red as he pulls in a much needed breath of nicotine, grey eyes scanning the petite golden girl that he’d seen attend about six crowe’s wings shows; she was more dedicated and consistent than some of his temporary crew members. woods couldn’t tell if he liked her yet or not – having been faced with the worst, trust was not easy to come by when it came to the towering broad-shoulder englishman. “ you fancy one of th’ boys or ‘sommat ? ”