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asherdrew:
A hint of a smile reached the screenwriter’s lips as he continued to look at her. He wasn’t sure what this little dance was exactly, but he had grown to like their dynamic. It was better than being left alone with his thoughts. Someone to talk to even if neither of them really felt like talking. “Definitely not sleeping anytime soon,” he scoffed. Asher was positive if he wasn’t always buzzing with caffeine or alcohol, sleep would be something that could very easily be achieved. Insomnia, though, tended to get the better of him now. One of many perks about worrying. Being fucking stressed. Trying to make things right for a change. “Usually another scotch at home,” he confessed, the sentiment probably sounding a lot more tragic than he’d anticipated.
“That makes two of us then.” A rare comment about her own alcoholism, shared only to the odd dynamic the pair seemed to have. There was no one else she’d say something like that to, oddly enough. Of all people, it was Asher who saw more than anyone else. Sleep was something that she had never liked, even less so these days. Sleep was where she saw all her demons that made alcohol so prevalent in her life. Deciding she was done, she chucked the towel back on the bar. “Alright, get out of here. The rest can be left for the next person.”
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Asher ran a hand across the back of his neck as he leaned against the familiar bar counter, his drink close enough to empty safe for the one sip that remained, the one he had been saving reluctant to be anywhere else. He didn’t think of himself as the bar type per se. Ever since he’d come into Crownsville, the bar was where he’d find himself. Where he got to meet people. People who stepped on his toes and engaged with him a little beyond the always fawning over him. “Is it bedtime already? Hadn’t noticed,” the blond smirked, his gaze following the female bartender’s every move as it too had become a familiarity to him. This song and dance of forever being the last customer, kicked to the curb whenever she felt like it. He never cared much for regular hours. Nighttime was where his creativity came to life. “You got anything fun planned for this evening?”
Anichka rolled her eyes. “Long past, I’d say.” Balancing multiple glasses in her hands, she made her way back behind the bar and placed them all down. While part of her would much rather go home now, it was quite a bit smarter to get everything cleaned instead. His question made her scoff. “Depends on what your version of fun is.” In reality, all she had planned was a night alone. Probably staring at her ceiling, unable to fall asleep. Alcohol would most likely make an appearance, as it always would. However, none of that were things she’d say to a man she still couldn’t figure out if she liked or not. @asherdrew
#whoops i kind of stuffed it up when i deleted the original post#it's still cezera btw#life just slips in through the back door | anichka | interactions#anichka & asher
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valsmuses:
Shit, the fellow musician was even prettier up close. Delilah was severely out of practice at talking to pretty girls sans alcohol. She was almost positive that she’d end up saying something dumb and then flee the situation out of mortification. “Yeah! Yup, sure am. Born and raised. I’m from Gold Coast, I actually just got back from a trip there. What about you?”
“Oh wow, you were on tour? I miss touring. It’s so fun to connect with fans and share your music. Hearing a crowd of people singing your lyrics with you is just exhilarating. I’m Delilah, by the way! Probably should’ve mentioned that sooner.”
“Sydney, born and raised. Haven’t been there since the start of the tour though. I miss the Tim Tams.” Felicity ran a hand through her sweaty hair, pushing it out of her face and hoping it would actually stay there. Her next sentence caused her to perk up. Another musician? Fellow artists were always the best people. To her at least. “How long has it been since you toured last?” Her laughter rang out, clashing with the music. “Felicity, although you probably already knew that.”
#i'm not afraid to live. i'm not just waiting for the end | felicity | interactions#delilah & felicity
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valsmuses:
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It had been a long six months for Delilah. She had been pressing down memories of her rape ever since it had happened with drugs and alcohol, and the lifestyle had quickly caught up to her. She had overdosed on pills. When she woke up in the hospital, the doctors had been quick to tell her how close the musician had come to death. It was the push that Delilah had needed to get help with all of her demons. She had flown home to Australia for her treatment, wanting to be around her family. Although she already missed surfing, it was nice to be back in New York City again.
A friend of a friend had told her about the show. Lilah hadn’t really felt like being around people, but figured she would give it a shot. She loved going to concerts. The band definitely did not disappoint. Lilah could see why they were recommended to her. Not to mention the lead singer was cute and Australian.
Timidly, Delilah approached her after the set ended. “Ummm, hi! So sorry to bother you, mate. I just wanted to tell you that your set was bloody fuckin’ brilliant. You’ve got a new fan.”
Live it Out was back in New York and what other way to celebrate then with a sudden show? New York and Sydney were her favorite places to perform and she was sure it was the same for the rest of the band as well. Sydney was their home and New York was their home away from home. She had been so excited and their audience hadn’t disappointed them. Her green hair was coated in sweat when she came back out into the ground after the show. She had ruffled her hair with a towel but it hadn’t necessarily done much. Small bright, she was making her way over to the bar to order drinks for her and the others when she was approached.
The girl was pretty and with her blue hair, it was almost impossible not to notice her. “Thanks! Good end to the tour I think.” She paused. “Are you Aussie too? Don’t hear the accent around here very much.”
#i'm not afraid to live. i'm not just waiting for the end | felicity | interactions#delilah & felicity#yes sounds good!
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lightningfaced:
Living with his best friend had always seemed like a far-fetched fantasy, and it still did, even when it was a reality they both lived in now. He often felt that he didn’t have the freedom he did now as an adult, and he had to stop and correct his thoughts every now and then. Such as now, when she reminded him that they could do things out of their own volition, that they made their own rules. It really was still quite thrilling. “We’ll stay here late ‘til we find some fairy floss, then,” he said, turning his head so he could press his lips against her hair. The scent of the shampoo she used was just as fresh as if he’d stepped right into the shower after her.
It seemed that he spoke too soon, however, when at the distance, a man operating a cotton candy machine could be heard inviting customers. “Come on!” He eagerly led the way, letting their arms unlink so he could take her by the hand, gently pulling her towards the direction of the man. Once there, Miles took out his wallet from his back pocket. “Two, please,” ready to fish out some coins. “Go ahead, tell him what flavor you want,” he urged Felicity.
Miles was Felicity’s version of safe. He was her version of home. He was what everything good in the world manifested itself in. And living with him? Well, that was a dream. She leaned into his affection, doing so as natural as breathing. After more then a decade in each other’s company, such affection didn’t take any thought. It was familiar, comfortable. “I like the idea.” While fairy floss wasn’t M&Ms, it was certainly up there in her list of favourite foods.
An excited sound left her mouth as he took her hand, pulling her towards the fairy floss he had found. Next time she’d buy their food. With that promise made in her head, she beamed. “I’d like the pink one please.” Nothing beat the pink fairy floss. It was the best of them all. Her hand stayed encased in Miles, fingers interlacing with his. She nudged him with her shoulder, beaming smile still on her face. “Thanks. Have I told you the best? Because you definitely are.”That was an understatement
#i'm not afraid to live. i'm not just waiting for the end | felicity | interactions#miles & felicity
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Tom: I say that lightly- smaller than a proposal, bigger than...
Tom: Well... something. I can't think of a very damn good analogy.
Tom: Just checking... You know me. Penny will have fun with Yakov anyhow. She keeps asking for your special mac and cheese.
Vi: As big as what then? Surely you aren't planning on not telling me?
Vi: I know love. Oh they will. Well, it seems as though I'll be making that for dinner tonight.
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tombcnd:
They both looked a little disheveled which highlighted their comfortability around each other now. It was time to take the next step, he knew, but it would be difficult to ask her to move in with him before he spilled the big secret. So, with any luck, that would be tonight– once they had eaten and gone somewhere more private, perhaps back to either of their places. “That’s great, love, how are you feeling about it?” he asked, reaching across to grab her hand and interlock his fingers with her and squeeze her hand gently. He admired her dedication to her work, where Tom’s dedication to his line of work was purely out of expectation. His wife had left him this empire and it was his to run. Without it, he likely wouldn’t be able to give Penny much of a comfortable life; all the big bucks were going to her college fund, which is why they could seemingly barely afford anything. “They do, don’t worry,” he said with a laugh, parking when he found a place a few blocks into the downtown and getting out, offering her his hand when he came around to her side. Walking inside with her, he allowed the server to seat them, settling beside her rather than across from her. “I was thinking… You know I love you. And- uh- it’s like, our fifth month anniversary so… maybe you and I should take a little weekend getaway sometime soon. How do you feel about that?”
“Good! Really good. best one yet. A fun amalgamation of our past work. And a growth. At the same time. Either way, I think we’re all super excited about it.” And that excitement was so clear to see. Felicity was practically brimming with it. For her, this piece explored things that were knew them while the lyrics... well the lyrics were personal, as they always had been for her. Some, a way of healing, of saying things to people she couldn’t otherwise. She didn’t even have to think about intertwining her fingers with his. It was so natural now, just being together. Soon enough they had arrived and Tom was opening the door for her. He never did stop being a gentleman. Her fingers intertwined with his once again and stayed so even when they sat down in the restaurant due to his choice to sit next to her instead. A smile, bright and shining had appeared on her face before he had even finished talking. “I feel pretty wonderful. Five months is pretty special and I mean, so are you.” She leaned forward, pressing her lips to his briefly. “I love you too, just to mention.”
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lucillebvll:
She really, really hadn’t wanted this today but lately, in the city, people seemed to just… worm their way right into her life and refuse to leave. Lucille wondered why she was here, holding back from asking rudely about it in front of her kid. That didn’t stop her from being a brat in other ways, though. Her rotten upbringing didn’t really help her way of speaking. “I’m not very hungry,” she said as she followed her into the kitchen, stopping in her tracks when her son stopped her. That was a lie; Lucille hadn’t eaten all day, and she was beyond terribly underweight after slipping back into old habits, but she figured all she needed was some alcohol to keep her warm at night and she’d manage. Anything for the perfect model body, right? “Oh…” the purple-haired model mumbled when Violet’s son held out the flower crown to her. Although she accepted it, the gesture made her feel nauseated. What the fuck is this? Why are people being so weirdly nice to her? “That’s nice… are you sure your mother doesn’t deserve it more? I don’t really wear sh– stuff like this.” A kid seeming to like her was even more disconcerting than an actual, breathing adult human seeming to want to be nice to her.
“Perhaps not, but food is necessary.” Violet needed to take her own advice. It was tricky really. Her lack of eating or sleep, was never on purpose. Never a conscious decision she made. They were just things that sometimes didn’t happen for a longer amount of time then healthy. Where it felt almost impossible to do so. “Mama has lots. And you don’t have any, which means, you deserve one! They make me really happy, Mama too.” Such an innocent gesture, one Violet understood the impact of more then he did. It was in so many of the things he did. Even just telling his mother he loved her. “Accept it, it’d be cruel to not do so.”’ At just the mention of his gift going declined, the boy’s shoulders sagged. “Don’t you like it?”
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Girlfriends that sway together, stay together
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lucillebvll:
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She really doesn’t understand why this woman is so insistent on being a part of her life. Whatever the reason, she can’t seem to shake the older woman off, as frustrating as that is for the model. She did her best to sloppily hide her problems, from extended ribcages to empty bottles of alcohol, yet Violet seems insistent there’s a problem. Not like she asked for her opinion, nor her friendship. She treats her like a mother would– or what her mother should have, considering her parents could give less of a damn where she had ended up right about now. Lucille could probably end up in a ditch and they wouldn’t give a fuck in the world. “Uh… come in, I guess,” she said as she opened the door a little wider for her, “I’m kinda busy.” Not really. She’s lying. What does catch her attention is that kid of hers, eyeing the boy hanging off of her. “Why is this… little troll with you?” Lucille asked apathetically as she shut the door to her penthouse behind her and rolled her eyes with a sigh. Kids. God, she couldn’t stand kids. Maybe at one time they had been more tolerable. It’s her vain qualities coming out; she’d much rather have a conversation about herself over someone’s kid.
With soccer practice having been cancelled, Violet had no choice but to take Yakov with her too Lucille’s. The boy was sporting a flower crown he’d made at school that day, another one held in his spare hand. When his mother had told him they’d be visiting a friend of hers, it only made sense for him to decide to make her one too. His mum had nice friends. He thought so anyway. His hand stayed firmly in Violet’s grip as the pair waited for Lucille to open up. Which, eventually, she did. “I bought dinner for you. And this is my son. I’ve mentioned him before. Yakov?” Hearing his name, the little boy smiled brightly and followed the strange woman inside, holding out the flower crown. “Hi! I made this for you. Mama says nice things ‘bout you, so here!” Violet couldn’t help but smile as she placed the container on the counter, eyes focused on her son. He could be such a sweetheart sometimes. She could only hope that stayed.
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Tom: Hey, can I ask you for a huge ass favor??
Tom: I need someone to watch Penny this evening, kind of a big date night for me and Fel
Tom: Everything alright?
Vi: Big? Well that sounds exciting.
Vi: And yes of course. Yakov will be thrilled.
Vi: Everything's wonderful, don't start worrying.
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tombcnd:
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“Hey babe, how was the studio?” Tom asked as Felicity climbed into the car and leaned across the way to press a quick kiss to her lips. After dropping off Penny with Violet for the evening so they could go on their date, he was ready to go. Months spent with Felicity had started to fade the wounds of the relationship with the one who had long since left his bed cold. They hadn’t yet taken any further steps, but they were definitely much further down the line. They had said their I love yous but sleeping together just hadn’t happened yet– he had Penny, after all, and that complicated the situation somewhat. That and they had busy work schedules, weren’t living together… that was something he planned to work on. Penelope was only three; however, she was starting to grasp the situation. Tom had always been confident that his little girl would be intelligent, more so than himself, it would just be something he had to sit down and explain to her when the time finally came. If it did; that all depended if things continued to go well between them. That was mildly questionable with his true profession he still hadn’t told her about; running that crime ring. An even bigger obstacle was the dark fact he had been a hitman once. He’d hung up that hat for Penny; it was still a huge pill to swallow. “I was thinking we could try out that new restaurant in the city. See where we go from there. It always ends up interesting in one way or another,” he mused, smiling to himself, drumming his fingers on the steering wheel.
By the time Felicity made her way to Tom’s car, her green hair, which had started in a neat ponytail was now only roughly clipped up. Pieces were falling out and if their relationship was still new, she would have done a bit to tidy it up. However, after so many months, things like that didn’t seem to worry her as much. She was comfortable with him. He had seen her scars, even if she hadn’t given him the full story of the fire. He had introduced his daughter to her, let her in. Things felt serious, really serious. “Good! Got a decent amount done too. One section took a while though. Tricky idea to execute.” Despite the difficulty of what she was trying to do with her voice, she had pushed and she had stayed committed and hey, she did it. “I like that. As long as they have big servings I’ll be happy.” The capacity of Felicity’s appetite was widely known among those who knew her. Especially Tom who had the woman stealing bits of his food long after she had finished her own.
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#i don't cross the line. i put myself on it | violet | interactions#i'm not afraid to live. i'm not just waiting for the end | felicity | interactions#my greatest weakness? occasionally i give a damn | sam | interactions#i haven't had time to take a break since i got here | arlo | interactions
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