#sostarsick

leyla lingered at the edge of the room like she’d been placed there on accident. soft dress, soft eyes, fingers worrying the rim of her cup while the party unraveled louder and messier around her. she wasn’t supposed to fit here, and yet she hadn’t left. not when someone brushed past her a second time, not when laughter turned into something a little more reckless, not when her gaze kept drifting back to the same presence like it meant something. her pulse picked up without permission, curiosity outweighing the quiet voice in her head telling her to go home. she finally steps closer instead, slow, tentative, but intentional—close enough now that she can tilt her head, lashes low, studying them like she’s trying to figure out why she hasn’t walked away yet. “is this the part where i make a bad decision,” she murmurs, almost to herself, though her lips curve faintly, like she already has.

a week. alfie forces a smile as he nods slowly. "a week! well, that's great," he feels the aching tug of his heart the more ricky speaks, a soft chuckle slipping past his lips. "i guess all it takes for you to listen to me is when someone else tells you to, huh?" he teases lightheartedly, but soon shakes his head. "it's nothing important, really. nothing as interesting as this," he says with a tight lipped smile, "i'm happy for you." he says, more to convince himself that ricky deserves to be happy. he needs to be happy for his best friend. "so, when are you going to bring him to meet me?" / continued from here @sostarsick <3

"yeah, but you just say that because you have an obligation to be nice to me, it's not the same."

But she is N O T in love with him at all. nope not one bit.

luca moved forward with reluctant momentum to the front of the line, if two people could count as one; his own survival instincts sat on the back burner for the evening. his hands found the pockets of his jacket, fingers curling around the fabric just to keep himself tethered to the earth. "right, yeah, hunters," he said, aiming for enthusiasm and landing somewhere closer to a man being led to his own execution. "vessels. totally normal friday night activity. this is fine." the graveyard stretched before them in shades of grey and deeper grey, headstones emerging from the darkness at odd angles. a branch snapped somewhere to their left, and luca's entire body went rigid. "that was wind," he announced to no one in particular, mainly to himself. "definitely wind. or a rabbit. do rabbits live in graveyards? that seems like poor real estate planning on the rabbits' part, but who am i to judge?"

that was the point, dalia didn't have any common sense right now. if she did, she would have walked away and left, wouldn't have even bothered to check on them. that is what she should have done. scoff past her lips as her head shook. " and not remind you of how stupid you acted? " brow raised, trying to deflect from how much she was showing she cared. it was an overreaction, she knew that, but gathering her thoughts in that moment proved difficult. " why the fuck were you looking for me in the first place? "