#( ic ask ; syd nuñez )

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@apaise sent: ❛ it's one thing to have a dream. it's another to go after it. ❜ (teen sydaisy T_T)

" what're ya talking about? " syd's brows raise at daisy's sudden remark. " isn't this the dream? " her smile is almost tentative, afraid of what she'll find in the other's expression. it's true that music had not been sydney's passion to begin with – but, over time, the band had become her entire life.

wasn't it the same for both of them?

" days. " she hurriedly reaches for daisy's hand, offering a gentle squeeze. " i love playing with you guys. i don't care if we do it in my garage or in some huge theater. " syd knew it wasn't entirely fair of her to be content with so little – lexi wanted their music to fill stadiums, to play among the greats. all syd cared about was having her friends at her side. she'd always assumed daisy felt the same way.

her grip on daisy's hand falters for a moment, as a cold sensation begins creeping up her spine. " you get it... right? "

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@apaise sent: ❛ how'd you two meet? ❜ (daisy to syd about mal👀)

to anyone who doesn't know daisy beyond the interviews and picture perfect instagram posts, they might think her question innocuous – simply catching up on what's new with the band. but syd does know better. she can easily spot how daisy's voice rises an octave when she's trying ( and failing ) to mask her annoyance.

" at a bar. " if she was a better person, she wouldn't take the bait. she wouldn't make daisy wait a full three seconds while she brings her glass to her lips before continuing. " she was playing on stage and i liked her music, " syd makes sure to employ her most detached tone, even shrugging for good measure. her jealousy rears its ugly head as she attempts to inflict the same pain on daisy – nevermind the part of her that wants to keep her closeness with mal a secret.

she's not sure what mal means to her exactly. but she'd rather daisy not find out about the less physical aspects of their relationship.

" we got to talking. turns out she was a fan of the band already. and she was looking for a new gig, we were looking for a new guitarist... " another deliberate pause, with eyes locked on daisy this time. can she feel the heartbreak accusation in her gaze? " it just kinda fell into place. lex liked her too, so she ended up joining a few days after. "

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@apaise sent: ❛ i didn't know what to say before, but i know what to say now, and it's so simple. i need you. ❜ (sydaisy)

it's funny. for as long as she can remember, all syd wanted was for daisy to tell her how she felt about her – to reassure her all the longing and yearning hadn't been entirely one-sided since they met. syd had been content with her friendship, realizing she just wanted daisy at her side, no matter what shape that closeness took.

but then daisy left. and sydney never knew what to do with the broken pieces. she told herself she never wanted to hear another word from daisy. she'd done enough damage already.

" you need me? " she repeats with a scoff. " you need me? i needed you, days! i needed you and you left. " her voice raises, and instantly syd hates the sound of it. they never fought. she never let her temper get the best of her – but she had spent so long being angry at daisy, and even longer pretending not to care, there was no stopping her restraint from cracking.

" you should've said that before. " syd knows she's being unfair. when daisy announced she was leaving the band, she didn't fight for her. she didn't say she wanted her to stay. it was so much easier to get mad and let her go.

with a shake of her head, syd forces her breathing to steady. " look, i'm glad you sorted your shit out or whatever. " her tone may be quieter now, but it's no less sharper. it's still heavy with all syd bottled up over the years. " but it's not that simple. you can't just say that and expect the last years not to matter. they were hell without you. "