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sleep was no where to be found, though she should be exhausted. the whole day had been spent following wyatt around, appeasing her parents for their appearances, trying to make up for the months she'd been gone. the band as a whole was taking a break, some much needed rnr after a tumultuous tour. and caddy knew how she was supposed to be acting, how she was supposed to be feeling. guilty for sleeping with silas while away from wyatt, grateful for the life she had, taking in the rest she couldn't find on the bus. but she was feeling none of that.

instead she laid in the hotel bed, soft linen sheets surrounding her, a feathered pillow under her head, room service at the tip of her fingers. nothing but luxury. and it felt wrong. her mind, her whole being, was consumed by a singular person. silas. and it was choking her. flashes of them on the bus, backstage, anywhere and everywhere. it had just been sex, letting off steam.

her feet hit the floor and she's rummaging through the mini bar, pouring a vodka soda and glad wyatt had knocked himself out with an ambien. it's after four am, and she before she could even wonder or tell herself it was a bad idea, she's out on the balcony, sipping the drink with her phone pressed to ear, praying, hoping silas would pick up. "hey." is all she managed out as the ringing stopped.

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he flinches back from the harshness, the sudden pushing him away. it stings. it hurts. after all their time together, ashton had thought he had earned the right to be there, he had earned the right to dote on his lover. "lucifer," he starts, voice soft, nervous. he had been caught in the hand of angry men too many times before, sometimes showing your underbelly is how you survive. but he can't bite back the bitter bile of fear, of hurt, spitting it at lucifer when he accuses him of pity. "it's not pity, it's that i care about you, asshole." he pulls his hands away from the other, a twisted frown scrawled across his features. "why am i not allowed to care about you, huh?"

Mayaken had been more distracted than lately. Working at the restaurant had been great it helped with paying the bills because he hated that Alé had been taking the brunt of it recently. His twin, as much as he loved her, overworked herself. He wanted to help her as much as he wanted to save up for this food truck dream with his cousin Adán. Ever since his wife had left, his cousin seemed more determined then ever to get this dream up and running.

Since Olly and Lucius had began to date, Elizabeth had made it a point to force herself to leave the flat she shared with Olly more than often to give them some alone time. She had no issue third wheeling when they went out as friends, but she knew that quality alone time would be something the two would need and enjoy. That's how she found herself tucked away in the corner of this speak-easy like bar. It would be the perfect setting for the next story she was working on, her mind already racing with plot points when her eyes swept across the place and found a face she vaguely remembered. But....it couldn't be could it?

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loud & deafening silence

it'd been a really long day of arguing with her parents. they'd seen a picture of her on stage, seen her in a sports bra and short shorts, sweat smudging her makeup as she shares her heart with the people in front of her. it was indecent. it was immodest. it wasn't how they raised her. they had gone back and forth, gone rounds arguing about how she's an adult, how she can wear what she want, that she could do what she wants. it deviates to what it always does, how they just never expected her to turn out like this, and that they love her, but they just wish she was more like they had raised her. but she was acting exactly like they had raised her. independent, proud, her. they had raised her exactly like this. it devolves into her apologizing, like always, into her telling them she loves them, too, and she doesn't want to fight. they'd go back to normal after a few days and wouldn't argue again until thanksgiving. just like always. she doesn't expect irene to come home unannounced, luanne swearing as she looks around for anywhere to stash the bottle of jack daniels she had been sipping out of since hour three of her phone call with her parents. she can't find anywhere, setting it on the table as she comes in. "hey, sugar," she tells her, moving to help her bring in whatever she had in her hands. she's a little wobbly, that bottle hitting her hard as she stands. "uh, i think i need to lie down for a bit. ain't been feelin' good today." that was an understatement, really. she runs a hand through long hair, giving her a weak shrug. she knows her breath smells like whiskey and tears, knows it because she had smelled it on her daddy's breath one too many times growing up. always crying to her about his baby girl being damned. she shakes off the thoughts of her parents again. "and no, i don't wanna talk about it."

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the words make his brow furrow, hand coming up to rest on lucifer's cheek gently. "and what are you when you're alone?" his voice is soft, unwavering, keeping himself close to his lover. they're tangled in bed sheets together, early morning light streaming into the window and landing on lucifer's face. it illuminates him in the warmest of ways, shining golden on his skin and making him look like he's been cast in stars. ashton sometimes believes he might have fallen from the heavens, actually. "can't be all bad, if this is how you are with me." his words are spoken with affection and adoration heavy on each syllable. lucifer had been nothing but genuine with him, had been nothing but himself, and ashton knew he loved that self, every facet of it. his hand comes up to cup his stubbled face, leaning up to press a chaste kiss to his mouth. he was so handsome, so lovely, he can't help himself. he wants to memorize every inch of his face, keep it for when he misses him most. "or maybe i'm just lucky enough to get the soft side of you, huh?"

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