eliaskoenig

[eliaskoenig]

ramiro palacios​:

for: @eliaskoenig​ location: the beach, near the street

“Hey,” Rami tossed the volleyball at Elias as he passed by, “Where’ve you been?” The words were lighthearted as he jogged up to fetch the ball, joining his teammate by his side. Over the beach the sun was beginning to set, and he had his bag of beach essentials draped over one shoulder, gesturing towards the street and sidewalks that lead them back to the hotel. “I feel like I haven’t seen you at all,” he noted, glancing over at the blonde with a wry, twisted expression, followed by a laugh. “Maybe you’ve been busy. You know the boys and I missed you at our last pick-up game.”

      Elias caught the volleyball that was thrown his way, balancing it in his hands as he looked at Rami. He was shirtless, a pair of royal blue swim shorts clinging to his body. A few water drops still glistened on his skin from a dip he had taken in the cool ocean. “What can I say? I’m busy. I’m loved. I had things to do.” Tilting his head to the side, he threw the ball back at Rami. “Aw, you missed me?” He took a few steps closer, showing his brightest smile. “I’ll make sure to make it to the next one.”

#( interactions. ) #int: ramiro palacios

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lane king​:

“i do happen to be a pinterest extraordinaire,” lane countered with a devilish grin, “though i don’t feel strong enough in my cooking abilities to go without at least some guidance from a blogger on the internet that has a little too much time on their hands.” elias made a great point, though — it didn’t matter what the food looked like, so long as it was good. “i find that the best foods i’ve ever had were the ones with the least plating attention. the uglier, the better.”

      “I understand that.” Elias was someone to act spontaneously, he had too little time on his hands to scour out anything a pinterest cook had said or recommended. But maybe she could just take over that part for both of them then. “Isn’t that how it is with most things in life? The less preparation and thought goes into it, the better. It’s that way with food, drinks, parties, friendships... pretty much everything.”

#( interactions. ) #int: lane king

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avery faulkner​:

        avery was the type of person that never really wanted to go home, as it meant sitting alone and doing nothing until he fell asleep so suggesting that the two of them go out for a bite to eat and maybe a couple of drinks didn’t seem like the worst idea in the world. “hey, seems like you’re reading my mind right about now anyways. how about you go shower and i’ll meet you at wherever you want to eat? no offense, you just… have been sweating.”

     “Oh, thanks for pointing that out.” Elias laughed and shook his head a little. “I won’t need long. Give me ten minutes.” Years of participating in way too many sports meant Elias had perfected the art of quickly getting ready. “I eat pretty much everything, but I could go for pasta or pizza right now if that works for you.”

#( interactions. ) #int: avery faulkner

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ramiro palacios​:

Rami paused, catching the seriousness that set in light coloured eyes— and he felt a flush of shame: he had gotten too far ahead of himself, shown too many cards. It was alright to tease, to joke and to flirt even, but blatant interest was something that was terrifying, perhaps to the both of them. It didn’t have to mean anything, whatever it was they got up to, and he paired Elias’ laugh with his own. “Gentlemen prefer blondes, but also, you’re not so hard to read. Don’t ask me shit about the new defence guys, I’d come up dry.” He leaned back against some of the equipment before settling down, perching on the edge of a bench to tilt his head up and give the other male a wry smile. It was like shifting a gear, to settle back into a more casual, manageable banter. “Of course. I’m the first born though— I didn’t get enough growing up, so when someone says something nice about me now, I don’t know how to act.”

     Elias’ arched his brows, a small smirk on his lips. “Oh, really? Guess I’m lucky I’m blonde then.” Picking up a soft ball, he threw it at Rami in another attempt to lighten up the atmosphere. But in the back of his mind, those comments still echoed around. Creating a warmth in the depth of his stomach he didn’t really understand. “You should know stuff about the defence guys. At least their names and favorite food. How else are you going to win them over?” He tilted his head to the side before he decided to naturally fall into a stretching routine. It was something he did without thinking about it thanks to his dance masters, arms and legs and torso trying to warm up as he moved his muscles. “So if I were to say that you have amazing bone structure, you wouldn’t know what to say?”

#( interactions. ) #int: ramiro palacios

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astoria melborne​:

“Who was it?” Astoria could be a brat and she had a vindictive streak against those who ruined her besties outfit at a party. She had enough power and access that she wasn’t a good enemy to make. Quite often, she punished just because she was upset. “It’s because you’re a good person.” A grin crosses her lips. “I can always pay to get a closet expansion done. We should definitely go on a shopping spree.” She sips her coffee, legs folded underneath her on their couch and she’s excited about the idea.

    “No idea.” Elias was in no mood to get into it, and the truth was, he could barely remember the man’s face. Just another one of the crowd, someone to forget, someone who would not be remembered. Rolling his eyes, he laughed quietly. “Of course you could.” That still didn’t mean he necessarily needed more clothes, but it wasn’t like he was about to say no. “If that makes you happy, sure. Let’s go shopping today.”

#( interactions. ) #int: astoria melborne

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emilia johnson:

“Nice.” They say oversleeping could be a mark of depression, it seemed the sun and life drove him to the day. Being able to sleep was a gift and being able to get out of bed was another. “That sounds like a great sleeping schedule honestly.” Being aware at five am while the world slept could be lonely. She doesn’t want to sound like a dick but the question if she likes rye made her ache. “I’ve lived in Rye all my life. I’ve become quite discharmed by it, but the only way out is through school.”

      “I don’t want to brag, but I think it’s not my sleeping schedule I have to worry about.” Sure, maybe he didn’t get as much sleep as she should -- but as long as he was still going, then was there a problem? Not in Elias’ world. He was great at ignoring things until they went away. Her answer caused his smile to falter slightly, and he pursed his lips a little as he thought about it. “Then why not go to a different school to be charmed again?”

#( interactions. ) #int: emilia johnson

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quinn aquino​:

        it was the little conversations like these, the typical waffle versus pancake debate was enough to keep him entertained for at least half an hour and the fact elias was keeping it going with him made t all the more entertaining. he grinned once the other man grabbed ahold onto the fry as quinn also tossed one back into his mouth in order to quench his hunger. “i don’t think i could ever live like that.. okay, new debate: what’s your favorite type of fry? like waffle fries, steak fries, etcetera?”

     Elias took half of the fry into his mouth, chewing slowly on it as he let the question sink in. Again, he had very strong opinions when it came to sweet food, but not really about anything else. Other than sports, of course. “That’s a tough one. But I think.. waffle fries? They’re fun to eat, if that criteria counts. They’re nice and crispy but soft inside. I like them,” he shrugged his shoulder before pointing the rest of the fry in his hand at the other. “And? Which is your favorite?”

#( interactions. ) #int: quinn aquino

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avery faulkner​:

        avery always had a way about the way he had conversations with others that it became playful, never too serious as he hated serious conversations - they felt too adult and mature, which were quite literally the last words to ever describe the man. “i have nothing planned for myself, or you, unless you wanted to go get a drink. or something to eat. aren’t you supposed to stay energized or whatnot?” he teased.

    “You’re onto something there, Faulkner.” The truth was, when Elias wasn’t working out he was usually hungry thanks to the amount of energy he burnt in a day. And right now he was absolutely starving. No wonder after the work out he’d just had. “How about a drink and something to eat? I could definitely go for both right now.”

#( interactions. ) #int: avery faulkner

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ramiro palacios​:

He was good at noticing things— he was the oldest brother in a large family, and he had been tasked with helping to raise his trail of siblings, to dote on them when they needed and to comfort them when he failed. Such was a mentality that he had brought to the team, and further, to his relationships at Rye. Rami didn’t like to fail those who were important to him, so he made them important, picking out their favourite things and committing them to his memory. “You like sweet things,” he began, and his dark eyes trailed down the dancer’s body as the sweater tugged off to reveal muscular arms and a lean physique. He swallowed and cut his gaze back up to Elias’ bright eyes, continuing. “Before every game you have a rice krispie square, and you’ve always got sour patch kids in your bag.” He hummed, considering further. “You like sunrises and coffee, and drinks that taste like a tropical vacation just threw up in them.” Rami paused, “How am I doing so far?” He reached from he hem of his own sweater, tugging it over his head to set it aside as well. It was warm enough indoors, and his chin lifted to hide the grin that tugged wide. “I was going to bring up your mile time, but,” he bit into his cheek to stop the amused expression from stretching too far, “I don’t think I’ve got any tips on improving what’s already perfect. Sounds like you’re just fishing for compliments now, König.”

     It had been a joke. Just a joke — mostly. So when Rami started listing things Elias liked, he slowed in his movements and stared at the other man in surprise. He didn’t think anyone noticed anything about him, except his looks and moods maybe. Sure, his sweet tooth wasn’t exactly a well hidden secret, but this was… more than he had expected anyone to know. So at first, he didn’t even know how to respond. He was pretty much left speechless. His eyes fell to run over Rami’s body as the other pulled his sweater off, but he quickly forced himself to lift his head. Don’t go down that road of thought. “You’re doing exceptional,” he admitted slowly, and then he put his signature smile back onto his lips. “I had no idea you’re so obsessed with me, Palacios,” he teased, trying to make light of a situation that had gotten a bit too serious too quickly for his liking. Turning around to give himself a moment to breathe, he let his fingers dance along training utensils as he moved further into the room. “Maybe I am. Everyone likes compliments, I’m sure you do too.”

#( interactions. ) #int: ramiro palacios

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lane king​:

it was a fairly normal time to grow hungry, and the time of day coupled with her physical exertion left the blonde quite starved. she’d have to move quickly through the supermarket — or maybe she’d get lucky and they’d have one of those “meal in a bag” situations that she could pick up. “i would be happy to have some company. i’m not quite a chef either, though i’m a frequent pinterest recipe connoisseur,” lane admitted sheepishly. “i could never let you go to bed hungry — what would the people think me, cruel?”

     Despite being very focused on his exercises and a somewhat healthy diet, Elias couldn’t say that his day had a good structure when it came to meals. He ate whenever he was hungry, without concept or fear of the consequences of eating too late for example. He’d fall asleep after today’s exercises one way or another. “They would most certainly think you are an awful friend, yes,” he agreed, a smirk growing on his lips. “How about we just pretend to be chefs together then? Pinterest has nothing on us. Though I think as long as it feeds you, it doesn’t have to look like it belongs in a food magazine.”

#( interactions. ) #int: lane king

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ramiro palacios​:

“If I have to remind you, it doesn’t feel as special you know.” Rami tucked his hands behind him, keeping up pace so that he only walked a few feet behind Elias. “I don’t think I’ve forgotten anything that you like.” As the door closed behind them and the click of it echoed in the empty gym, he felt as though they were sealed inside: tucked into a corner of privacy, in a moment that was just their own. “There’s no humbling you, is there?” Dark eyes stayed fixed upon light ones, on the bright smile that curved on features cast golden. Elias was beautiful, he was bold and vibrant and unapologetic— it made something in his own chest twinge, he wanted that for himself as well. In its stead, he chose to admire, shaking his head lightly before closing his fingers around the handle of the locker room door. “All mine, hey?” Rami leaned against the door for a moment, pausing to draw the moment out. “Is there anything in specific that you think you need to work on?”

      “Oh?” Rami’s words surprised Elias, and he arched his brows as he looked over at the other. “Tell me then, what do I like?” He opened his arms wide as if to wave in anything that Rami might know about him. Most of the time, Elias was an open book, yet he was still interested to know what Rami had actually learned about him without him realizing. Unzipping his hoodie, he threw the piece of fabric over a treadmill handle he passed, now down to just the tank top he’d worn underneath. “Not when it comes to this, no.” Elias knew what he was good at, and he saw no reason to be humble about it. That was one thing his father had taught him growing up, to be unapologetically himself. Resting one hand on his hip, he looked down at his own body before shrugging his shoulders. “Not sure,” he admitted, drawing the word out before he glanced up at Rami with a teasing glint in his eye. “My butt, maybe?” It was mostly a joke as he turned around -- another tease, hanging in the air between them.

#( interactions. ) #int: ramiro palacios

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quinn aquino​:

         quinn shrugged as the conversation continued about the overall opinion on the food their school was serving them. not that it was… terrible, but he could have made better fries himself at home in no time. “i agree, i’m definitely on the waffle side of the pancakes vs. waffles debate which is now most definitely making me want some now.” he chuckled, offering one of the better fries over to the man next to him. “i think this should be your last one ever if that’s how you feel.”

     “Yeah, I could eat waffles all day every day. And I think they’re way better than pancakes.” Elias was pretty sure his waffle maker was the only thing in his kitchen he actually used at times -- mostly when he was drunk and starving and had forgotten to get food on the way home. It didn’t happen that often, but often enough. Accepting the fry offered to him, he popped it into his mouth and chewed on it before he answered. “You mean I’m not allowed to eat fries after this ever again? I think I could live with that, though I wouldn’t bet on it.”

#( interactions. ) #int: quinn aquino

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sato mitsuki​:

“let me know if it’s ever needed” she nods, pretending to be all seriousness and business for a long second, and then she can’t hold back her smile anymore and it surfaces with a chuckle. her hand throws the flask into the air and catches it right back (with a bit of a stumble)– some circus clown she’d make. and then he stares, and she honestly finds it amusing at first, a brighter smile tugging at the corner of her lip until the words leave his own lips and it’s her turn to stare and gasp: “you mean you didn’t see it?” she exclaims, “you almost stepped on it!” hands gesture to the grass below them as if that could show him anything. the frog is long gone and the fact, the reminder, makes the girl give a little sigh. “does one really need an explanation to chase a frog?”

      Elias was trying to figure out whether she was being serious or maybe making fun of him. He hadn’t been about to step on a frog, had he? His eyes immediately fell to the ground, but he didn’t see anything. Then again, Elias was the kind of person to walk around with his head in the clouds, looking up at the sky rather than down at the ground. “I did?”, he questioned, a frown on his forehead as he looked at her. “Uh... in my world, yeah. Maybe not in your world though, and if that’s the case, I’ll just have to go to bed with a million question marks in my head. Are you a frog rescuer?”

#( interactions. ) #int: sato mitsuki

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astoria melborne​:

      “Bless your heart.” stifling a yawn, she grabs one of their larger mugs and graciously pours herself a cup. elias was one of the few she could count on to always have coffee ready for her in the morning, it seemed her conquest of last night had slipped out before dawn had even broken. “Bastard.” she swears, angry that someone had spoiled elias’s night and his shirt. she had her sleeping mask pulled to rest on top of her head with her fuzzy slippers on and a small slip nightgown. “Did you give them hell for spilling on you? I can buy you a better shirt, there’s some new designers out this month.” there was little she wouldn’t do for him.

     “It happens.” Elias shrugged his shoulders, not planning to cry over such a stupid coincidence. There would be plenty of other nights, and plenty of other people to meet. Pulling himself up to sit on the counter, he took another sip of his coffee. “Oh, you know me. I’m not really one to give a lecture.” Instead he’d rolled his eyes and turned away, finished his drink and left. “And you know I wouldn’t say no to new shirts -- but then again I already have far too many of those. My wardrobe can’t hold much more or it will explode.”

#( interactions. ) #int: astoria melborne

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emilia johnson​:

Her lips quip into a smile, that was a positive way to view the world. she was grateful in some ways, trying to find the light in the dark, for her insomnia. it was her normal and it was as it was. she knew she was smarter than average, than most, it was how she got her scholarship after all and that could be contributed to all the hours she studied. sleep wasn’t within her grasp so instead she turned to the books to get through the lonely dark night. “Are you the early to bed, early to rise type?” she asks in curiosity. A shake of her head, six years. “Wow. That’s a long time, do you like it here?” Each day she reminds herself of life beyond Rye, that she merely needs to survive and graduate and she can have it better. Six years feels like a lump in her throat.

      “I’m more the late to bed, early to rise type,” Elias admitted with a crooked smile. He didn’t need a lot of sleep, he had so much energy in his body that it just seemed like a waste of time to spend so much time in bed doing nothing but sleep. “Maybe doesn’t work for everyone, but it works for me.” Sleeping in wasn’t something he did too often, or needed to do to feel good. “I do. Otherwise I wouldn’t be here anymore, right?” Or maybe he was still here because he didn’t fully know what to do after he finished university. “Why, do you not like it here?”

#( interactions. ) #int: emilia johnson

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ramiro palacios​:

“After all this time,” Rami said, feigning disappointment— “You don’t know me well enough to know I love going out in the morning, rain or shine. Breaks my heart, Elias.” He reached for the door, yanking it open for the blonder of the two of them to waltz in first. It was nice as well, to be out so early— before the gym got busy and the campus creaked into motion, like an old machine slowly oiling its parts and beginning to churn. The calm before the storm, where the ever present gaze of the student body was momentarily shut, allowing him a moment of privacy. “We’ve got that game against Easton coming up, how’re you feeling?” The games against the Connecticut-based university felt like a formality at best, years ago they had been excellent— now, and Rami liked to attribute some of this to his own guidance, Rye could run them down to a point of no return well before halftime. Still, he wasn’t immune to teasing. “If you’re nervous, I’m sure I could give you some pointers, you know.”

     “Well, maybe you need to give me an updated list on all the things you like and don’t like. You know I’m not the best at remembering things.” Elias’ smirk lit his whole face up with amusement. He bowed slightly as a thank you when the door opened and moved into the gym with long languid strides. “You’re asking me how I’m feeling about that? I always feel great, ready to win another round.” He opened his arms with a grin and walked backwards as he winked at Rami. “But hey, if you want to give me some pointers, I won’t say no. I’m all yours.”

#( interactions. ) #int: ramiro palacios

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lane king​:

she found other ways to stay active, though she was not the true “sporty” type. a dancer by trade, a pilates enthusiast by choice, and a walk challenge extraordinaire when it meant bragging rights against one of her closest friends. she was a frequent visitor in the kitchen now that she was living on her own, but her parents had hardly ever allowed her in the kitchen previously. no, they would bellow — we have chefs for this sort of thing, just relax. as expected, her first year at rye was almost entirely dependent on microwaved ramen and scrambling through recipes on pinterest in the latest hours of the evening. she had made some progress, and even enjoyed cooking — but it was still clearly a work in progress. “you and me both. and now i’ve got a huge hankering for mexican food,” she admitted with a sheepish grin. “maybe i’ll run to the supermarket — make my own flautas rather than becoming a frequent flyer at the closest taco bell.”

     Elias was always hungry after a successful training session. One of the advantages of his lifestyle was that he could usually eat how much he wanted, even if he still tried to stay on the healthy side most of the time. But when she spoke of Mexican food, he couldn’t stop his stomach from growling. Traitor. “Hey, would you mind some company for those flautas? I’m not the best cook but I can try to follow instructions if you’re willing to give them.” He put on his best puppy eye impression and batted his eyelashes at her. “You don’t want me going to bed hungry, do you?”

#( interactions. ) #int: lane king