wander the streets;

 

i'm sorry, young man, i cannot be your friend ;
i don't believe in a   f a i r y t a l e   end. i don't keep my head up all of the time— i find it dull when my heart meets my mind. ( independent multichara blog ; )

mythkillers-blog said: Good morning sweetheart! (for f!zoe and f!tori and also for ophelia & eloi)

Zoe & Tori ;

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              “ Mmph. Hiya.

She only looks moderately grumpy- of course, she used to wake up every morning with a nice cup of ice water thrown on her bed, so. Just about anything else is a step up, to be perfectly honest. Rubbing her eyes, then blinking, she looks over at Zoe.

               “ Either you tell me there’s breakfast or you get over here and be my pillow.

Ophelia & Eloi ;

He may have fallen asleep in one of the booths, and he may be hanging off of the side… which may result in him hitting his head on the table as he jerks awake. Whoops

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             Migh’ as well rent out the apartment…

Sitting up, he looks at her and gives a sleepy grin, before patting the spot next to him for her to sit down. If he wasn’t unsure of how she’d react, he’d probably rest his head on her shoulder, but he decides against it.

              G’mornin’, cher.

#; three musketeers .  #; otp : queer as a three dollar bill.  #; muse : eloi .  #sdlkhjlkjfdlkdf  #devouringstate  

devouringstate:

( glancing up, then, she notices that concerned expression—

       and, impulsively, reaches out to smooth the furrowed skin

             between brows; almost frowning disapprovingly for a few beats. )

                               “Don’t—do the face. It’s a good thing. I th—ink.”

( she’s unable to hold back the threat of smile, at any rate, even in concealing it. )

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                               “I k—issed a boy. Or. He kissed me, a—ctually. And he’s very…lovely. The loveliest.”

( his nose crinkles at her touch, instead ;

       he fights back a little laugh at the action,

             covering his mouth with a hand, in case he fails. )

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                                                    ( he doesn’t respond immediately,

                                                         though there’s a hidden smile. )

                Sounds like a good thing t'me.

                                              Th’ loveliest, huh?

#squeaKs ba e e e e  #; muse : eloi .  #devouringstate  

devouringstate:

                               “I w…—as busy.”

( he was too, she presumes;

     the few times she’d glanced in through one of the windows,

             he’d been up to his arms (ears? what have you) in customers,

                    and she’d thought better of taking up his space and time. )

                               “I m—issed you, as well.”

                 ( a pause; gaze averted, somewhat timidly. )

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                               “Can I. Can I tell you a thing. It’s—my head is…spinning a little, still, and I think I need to say it to someone who isn’t me.”

( there’s a small smile and a nod.

      that, he can understand- ‘busy’ sums up his life

            this time every year pretty nicely. )

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                      ( his brow creases, concern tugging at him ;

                        willing himself to the most coherent state he can manage. )

                                                       'Course y'can.

                                                          Wha’ is it ?

#continuous excited noises dlhkj  #; muse : eloi .  #devouringstate  

devouringstate:

                  “N—o.”

( it’s kind of a lie, but a harmless one; 

    ophelia figures he’ll let her get away with it this time,

        since it’s well-intentioned and all. )

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                  “You can—sleep, more. If you want. It’s—okay.”

     ( look at that, casual slang and everything. )

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( he’ll doubt that response, if it’s all the same to you ;

        feel a little guilty, too. but he was/is running on fumes, so. )

                               “ Nah, m'fine, cher.

                                 ’ve missed seein’ you.

                       ( unprompted, but true. did we mention he’s still a bit drunk ? )

#!!!!!!!!!!! bounces around in excitement  #; muse : eloi .  #devouringstate  

devouringstate:

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( okay, but does she wake him.

the need to discuss a Thing with someone who understands better than she does is pretty significant;

but, on the other hand, sleep.

maybe she’ll just sit there for a bit until he wakes up on his own. )

( give ‘im a minute. )

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( and, there we are.

       blink, blink. yawn.

              a little jump once he realizes who’s there. )

                     Don’ tell me I’ve kept ya waitin’.

#; muse : eloi .  #he is i just wanna kiss his face oh my g o d  #devouringstate  

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( it’s mardi gras.

            he runs a bar in the quarter.

                       can you really blame him for passing out ? )

#; open .  #; muse : eloi .  #babe pls  #he was legit bouncing around for a moment and then zzzzzzzzzz  

MJ