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“yes, mom, i promise i’ll be over tomorrow,” evie says into her phone, speaking Korean to her mother on the other end. “No, kai is probably not going to come with me but by all means, if you want to see him more than me, just cut out the middle man and ask him yourself.” she makes her way to a bar as she goes, laughing at her mom’s reaction before she got close to the doors, refusing to be that person on her cell phone while someone tried to find out what she wanted. “okay. i gotta go. yes, i’ll see you tomorrow. love you too, bye.”

she didn’t get carded as she beelined to the bar, sitting down and immediately ordering a drink. this would help ease the transitional hangover she’d gotten from trying to drink away the hangover from sweden. how far did you have to go before hair of the dog just became getting drunk? 

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angelharrison‌:

       evie’s reaction steals a laugh from the redhead ,  and she makes no effort to stay back when the brunette starts guiding her outside .  after all ,  the plane trip was much too long  &  angel could not wait to make so many hours spent above the clouds worth it  —  besides ,  evie was good company ,  not to mention how she had been looking for an excuse to spend more time with the brunette .  ❝  oh good ,  because i’m not in the mood to deal with money either ;  that trip was too long !  did you get any rest at all ?  ❞  angelina might’ve rested a bit during flight ,  but it was definitely not even close to a decent nap .  as she continued to walk arm in arm with evie ,  a bright smile remained on her lips ,  ❝  is this your first time outside of the united states ,  evie ?  i’ve been to europe before ,  but not sweden …  the circumstances may not be that exciting ,  but at least we got sent to a  cool place !  ❞

maybe part of evie’s motivation of getting to know angel was because she was getting close to kai and she had to low key check her out and make sure she was okay, she was safe, that she wouldn’t break kai’s heart for whatever reason. they’d spent their whole lives looking out for each other and old habits die hard, but that didn’t mean she wouldn’t enjoy the time spent with angel, it just means she has an ulterior motive. around here, who doesn’t? “thank god, i don’t want to spend our first night here just at the bank, that could take forever,” she says with a fake whine and a laugh. “not a wink, i enjoy flying far too much to sleep through it.” it made her feel like she had wings, that it was her soaring through the air, not just in a giant bus that did it for her. once they get close to the street, evie hails a cab, perhaps a bit too tired to walk and opens the door for angel. “nah, i’ve been all over the world, but never to sweden. it’s pretty though, maybe i’ll come here on tour sometime.”

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siggsofsins‌:

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siggs knew that he could count on evie to have a good time. he knew that she would be the one that would actually go out and party with him so when he texted her to meet him in the front of the manor to go out to the nightlife he got there a tad bit early and somewhere along the way a local came up to talk to him which really he wasn’t sure why– maybe it was the fact that he looked lonely, or he could tell that this girl was really into him and she looked even more surprised when she learned that he could speak swedish. though when he saw evie come down the grand staircase he stood up as he departed from the other girl and walked over to evie swinging an arm around her shoulder. “you ready to go out tonight, hm? i need to get away from these people. it’s driving me insane a bit.”

an eight hour flight and a dip into a chlorine filled pool had evie feeling stale and gross so when she’d gotten siggs’ text, it was into the shower she went. it’s not like she needs an excuse to go out partying but going to sweden under the guise of spring break provides the perfect cover to get absolutely hammered. she puts the finishing touches of her makeup and goes down to meet him. as she watches siggs, her arms cross over her chest and a smirk plays on her lips. how long had he been waiting? it couldn’t have been very long, evie didn’t take more than an hour from getting the text to here. still, the arm around her shoulder brings out a genuine smile. “hell yes. it’s been so long since i’ve gone out, i feel like a fucking nun.”

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“hey,” replied warren. being one of the uninitiated to her career as a musical celebrity, warren hadn’t heard much of her reputation. but in the time they spent together, he could discern that she wanted to seem tough. not unfriendly, nor disagreeable, but firm and cool and just a little bit aloof. he noted in his head as he observed her: the notebook is a no-no. not that it changed the fact that her notes intrigued him. still, he’d have to be patient and discreet if he had any chance of reading its contents.

“do you mind if i join you in there?” he’d already taken off his shirt, a towel slung over his shoulders. he wore a polite smile, but it had a mirthful overtone to it — as though tacitly reminding her of how she’d melted under his touch just recently. it wasn’t taunting, however. he had great fun, and he liked her, he really did. and his mother didn’t raise him to be disrespectful. he stayed a fair distance from the water, indicating that he would respect her wishes if she asked him to leave.

that almost smug tone to his voice, buried under a layer of amusement almost had evie smiling but she squishes it down quickly, lying there as she thinks about his question, or pretends to anyway. in her mind, she’s actually going back to their time in bed together, the latest notch in each other’s bedposts. she hums, absently chewing on her lower lip, a habit of hers she almost doesn’t realize she has. “yes, i mind, absolutely,” she says and sounds cold for a second ... 

before a grin breaks out over her lips and she opens her eyes. “what a stupid question, of course i don’t mind.” especially not if he was shirtless. she waves him over, still observing. “but, fair warning, if you get water on my journal, i will have to murder you.” entirely serious, she doesn’t smile or laugh at the end of it. not even how the sanctum took care of her father, this would end with the blood on her hands and she wouldn’t regret any of it. 

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angelharrison‌:

        ❝  OH ,  this is so exciting !  i love sweden  —  well ,  kind of ,  ❞  the redhead laughs as she quickly runs down the steps of the  maritzberg manor ,  ocean eyes wandering around .  while angel had been born  &  raised in luxury ,  always given nothing but the very best that the world could offer ,   she could still appreciate the architecture of the place ;  as well as all the little extras ,  such as the pool for example .  she would definitely be making a few trips there during their time here .  with a warm smile on her face ,  she clasped her hands together at the other untouchable ,  ❝  why don’t you and i  go somewhere ?  we could get started on what we’re here to do and go to the bank ,  or just wander around town for a little while .  i’m sure there’ll be enough time for everything .  have you seen your room yet ?  ❞

if someone had told an eleven year old hana that someday she’d be on world tours, traveling to foreign countries and staying in mansions, she’d have flat out called them a lair. of course, she’d had to sell her soul to get her here, to this particular mansion, but she didn’t regret it. not one bit. especially at seeing how excitable angel was about it, evie couldn’t help but smile. “absolutely not the bank.” she looped her arm through angel’s, smiling as she led her to the door. “i say we go exploring. we’re here for the next week, i want to find everything there is to do.” the last thing she wanted to do was go to the bank right away. surely another of the untouchables would have it handled.

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bringing a swimsuit was the last thing evie expected for the middle of march, still much too cold in new york and she doubted that stockholm was any warmer, but hey. there was a spa and a pool, so why the hell not? now, she was in that pool, heated, indoors, and utterly empty besides her. she didn’t have a problem with the rest of the untouchables, but things could be loud and eventually grind on her nerves. this might be just what she needed. an endless week of partying, drama she could safely observe from the outside, and a flowing supply of alcohol. this was where her new album would be composed in no time.

when the door to the pool opened, evie resisted the urge to groan, to roll her eyes, and closed her ever present notebook. she pushed it away, far away from where the water could make the pages swell and the ink run. when she saw who it was that had come in, she sighed, squeezing her eyes shut. don’t look in the notebook. hopefully she’d cultivated a reputation that anyone who looked in her notebook might not live to tell the tale. 

she didn’t speak right, sticking the pen she’d been using into the bun in her hair and leaning back. “hey,” she hummed, closing her eyes.

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he chuckled at that, always glad to hear about his mom and the way evie still cares about her. some things could have changed drastically between them but somehow he felt they’d always be family, all four of them. “you wouldn’t be the first or the last to say so.” he’d always been a handful, he thought. as a kid he took to the idea of being a street rat, very aladdin like in the end. all he’d ever wanted was peace and safety for his mom and he got that, but at what cost? 

her groan makes him grin and he releases “you don’t like it anymore, me calling you hanna?” he was never sure and it had been a while. he was simply glad he’d never slipped up in public. in all honesty he respected her name change and the shift in identity even. he often wished he could have done the same but he didn’t have the —same issues or insecurities she did. he was someone else when he was a SEAL but that felt like it happened a million years ago. now he was just kai again and that felt like more than enough. 

he raises an eyebrow, curious. “i always thought i’d be able to tell. guess i’m dumber than i look.” he took her jokes away with self deprecation, a hobby or a habit he wasn’t sure. “i never said it was hard, just that i neglected to do it. i don’t have love affairs with instruments the way you do.” 

something about kai’s response made evie sad, in a way she hadn’t realize might be lingering under the surface for her or him. kai’s mom may as well have been evie’s second mother but on her priorities list, kai ranked higher. always. “you know i was just being a shit, but anyone who actually feels that way is a twat and you can tell them i said that.” was it anyone she knew, friends (using the term loosely) they had in common? she represses a sigh as her mind runs through a list of people who may have said anything even remotely unkind to kai. 

chewing on her lower lip, a leftover habit from her days b.e, before evie, she shrugs. “it’s not that i don’t like it,” she begins, choosing her words carefully. “it’s just that ... hana doesn’t quite fit anymore, y’know?” she wasn’t making sense, well aware that they were one in the same person and she didn’t have to change her name to reinvent herself. “hana was a nobody and she was powerless. she couldn’t take care of her mom, she was getting made fun of by people who thought she was weird and would go to you, crying. she didn’t have money and everything in life seemed too luxurious to afford.” sipping her soda, evie takes a minute, trying to collect her thoughts. “evie is powerful. she has money and all the time in the world. she can take care of her mom and the same bullies that hana used to be made fun of by are front row at every concert screaming for her attention.” she shakes her head. “i wouldn’t trade having been hana, not for anything in the world, but it’s just ... it’s a name that comes with a lot of expectations to be who hana has to be and i’m not that person anymore.” 

she’s unable to keep herself from rolling her eyes, not amused by the self deprecating jokes that have become commonplace between the two. “you’re not dumb, not entirely. i’m just not open about what song is about what person in my life. you have one, hunter has one, so does esme, warren might be getting one. haven’t decided yet.” as she strums absently at the guitar, a small smile comes over her face.

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        he shoves a handful of fries in his mouth as she threatens, smirking through his mouthful. evie was his sister in every way but blood, and even that seemed not worth mentioning for how close they were. so behaving like siblings came naturally and he enjoyed the role of annoying and protective big brother. “She’d like that, you know.” he spoke before he finished chewing and blushed sheepishly, his mom would not approve of his current manners but he’d never act like this in front of her…unless evie was there too. he remembered the way she used to smile when he and evie would bicker. “you wouldn’t” he pouted, lips dotted with salt as he grabbed a soda out of the fridge, offering her one. 

the reason was unexpected, or at least more sentimental than he had expected. “aww, han — you love me.” he snickered as he pulled her into an involuntary bear hug. they didn’t spend as much time together as they used to but that seemed inevitable. they were adults now and even without military deployments and pop world tours the same would have happened. they weren’t street rats anymore but he knew in his heart they were still those kids when they were together like this. he released her and went back to eating. he laughed at her dismissal of the fortune and subsequent mauling of the cookie. 

though he continues to eat she wanders toward the instruments, drawn to them like a moth to a flame. it was this exact reason he had them, because she was more herself when there was music, or the possibility for it. “I’ll keep it tuned as soon as you write a song about me.” he joked. “nah, i have no idea how to do it right, figured i’d leave it for the professional to caress back into tune.” 

“i know she would,” she hums, grabbing her food from the bag, fully prepared to devour it. “i talk to her every  week and have since i stopped going to your house so much. in all honesty,” she says, already knowing how it’ll turn out, “i’m pretty sure i like your mom more than i like you.” that alone was bullshit, she only liked one person in the world more than kai and that was her own mother. she isn’t even able to keep a straight face as she says it, hiding the smile behind the soda kai got for her. “try me.”

she groans at the hug without minding it too much at all. it isn’t a torture, hugging kai, but she’s unable to resist rolling her eyes at the sound of her name - her real name. kai was one of the few people with express permission to call her that, but it didn’t mean she liked it. the name sounds foreign now, she’d been evie so long, that it doesn’t quite fit her right anymore. “not anymore, i don’t,” she grumbles, overdramatic just for fun.

with a teasing grin thrown over her shoulder, evie tunes the guitar by ear. “who says i haven’t already?” it’s not well known that she had songs for everyone in her life but people speculate, as they always do. once the guitar is back up to speed, she sighs. “its really not that hard, kai, but it’s fine. more excuse for me to come over and make sure you’re treating it right.” she started strumming idly, letting her fingers take the lead.

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warrxns‌:

“so maybe you just need a change of scenery. maybe you’ll find your melody elsewhere,” he suggests. at her ideas of “fun,” his smile widens. “coney island’s better in the summer, don’t you think? you know, if you want, we can keep in touch and… maybe we could take a swim in one of their beaches when it’s warmer.” it’s probably quite obvious that he’s wondering what she looks like in a bathing suit — not that he doubts she’d look good. he knows she would from what he’s seen.

he’s always been pretty neutral about new jersey. he’s willing to try for her, though: “i could schedule that, too. you know, i’ve never been immersed in hating new jersey, but the place does have a lot of flaws. for one, people don’t know how to make a left turn there.” finally, he says, “but, yes, for now… i’d love to walk with you and just see how it goes.”

a change of scenery sounds nice. she tends to get so wrapped up in the music that is either cooperating or isn’t that she forgets simply changing the place could help. evie doesn’t always focus on the details of it all, who cares about where she composes her next song versus the song itself? “coney island is more fun in the summer but it’s bound to be deserted.” she hums, shrugging and sticks her pen behind her ear with a small smile. “but i do love swimming, so i’m going to hold you to that.” 

“it’s illegal to make lefts without some sort of weird .. pot handle or whatever,” she says, waving a dismissive hand. new jersey had plenty of flaws to pick at, surely they’d have a lot of fuel for this conversation. not that she wants to spend the entire time bitching about some state. she had better ways to be spending her time, but a walk to get her mind off of the music not cooperating might be exactly what she needs. “sounds amazing.”

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do you like to read

“i love to read! i don’t do it as much as i’d like to anymore, but i really do enjoy it.”

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if your father hadn't turned out to be a grade-a douchewad, what do you think your life would be like right now?

“dunno. it’s not something i like to think about because i’m quite happy with where i am.”

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can you name 4 people and name for each of them one song that makes you think of them?

“oh shit, uh, okay. kai is getting two, because i literally have so many songs that remind me of him. The first one is the the kids aren’t alright by fall out boy because of the line and in the end, i’d do it all again, i think you’re my best friend for obvious reasons, aka, i’m a fucking sap and should i stay or should i go by the clash because i used to play that song all the time when i was on a clash kick.

walls could talk by halsey for hunter but i’m not getting into that one.

istanbul (not constantinople) by they might be giants for naila which is a fairly new association because i watched umbrella academy and the fight scene got me really hyped up and i kind of just want to cause some shit with her while that plays in the background.

as for the last one, it’s warren and it’s in my blood by shawn mendes because warren’s got them sad boi vibes, even if he says he doesn’t.“

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persecvted‌:

           he wasn’t expecting company, though that was true always. this circle of people rarely dropped by his place, it was not — like the rest of their homes he was sure. but evie had an open invitation for eternity, a pact they’d made when he was maybe ten. he didn’t think they’d ever end up where they were, some dream. he’s at the door, one arm through a freshly washed and still warm t-shirt, pulling it open in haste with his other. “that was only thirteen seconds and I demand my portion.” he smirks, grabbing the bag from her hands and heading into the kitchen. “lock the door behind you!” 

           his kitchen is all exposed brick and stainless steel touches, a mix of industrial and loft styles. he heads for some plates and utensils as he shrugs into the rest of his shirt. “so, what brings you to my humble abode?” it’s a far cry from the places they grew up, a loft he bought and upgraded in a building he had loved for years. it was his pride and joy and he’d even bought a few instruments to put in a corner, in case she came by and wanted to play. he did pretty well on an acoustic guitar and could fumble through some piano songs, but beyond that he would just sit and listen to her. 

        it killed him that he’d missed so much of her touring, so many shows, when he’d once promised he’d be at every single one. but life had taken different turns for them when they were younger, only for those paths to be crossed once again. 

watching as kai steals the bag from her hands makes evie’s jaw drop a little, playfully offended at the action as she follows him in. “rude. if you’re gonna be grabby i’ll go share with your mom instead.” she does as she asks and locks the door behind herself, going into the kitchen after him. “or i’ll just take our moms out and not invite you. and, as an extra kick, i’m gonna take them to your favorite restaurant.” it was all teasing, mostly, but it was something she wanted to do, go out all four of them. it’d been awhile since they’d been together, all four of them, and evie misses it. 

“i miss you. reason enough, i’d say,” she hums, pouring them both a glass of water and grabbing a fortune cookie. the longest she’d ever gone without seeing kai was when he was deployed and she was on tour and that was far too long for her liking. she’d made a vow to never go more than two weeks without seeing him if it could be helped, although she hadn’t told him about that vow. it was just for her. “all progress occurs because people dare to be different,” she reads, tossing it aside on the counter before shoving half of the cookie in her mouth whole. 

without waiting for her food, she wanders into the living room, picking up the acoustic guitar and strumming at it absently. “jesus, kai, how long has it been since you tuned this? it sounds like shit.” guitars were her favorite and she was weirdly protective over all of them, even the ones that didn’t belong to her. especially those. 

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warrxns‌:

“i’m doing well enough. i won’t lie, my life isn’t really that exciting. not to me, anyway,” he responds. he finds a great portion of it dull and slow (not all, certainly, but a pretty big portion). he’s aware that others may not think the same at all, however — hence, his affixed disclaimer. “how about you? you look a little… tense.”

he eyes her notebook and shares, “believe it or not, i’ve had some literary pursuits myself.” he did truly have a fascination with writing. it didn’t precisely vanish, but his ambitions took centre stage as he entered adulthood. “i know the feeling of being creatively frustrated, but trust me, it’ll pass. songwriting isn’t the exact same medium, so you can take this advice with a grain of salt — but i’d recommend just scrawling down any words you have in mind, even if they’re unrefined or imperfect. rough drafts are often much worse than the final product. it’s natural.”

he isn’t encouraging her as a means to receive sex. despite all his character flaws, he’s not like that. but he does go back to flirting, because this has been a continuation in the making for some time now. “if you’re down, we could… go somewhere fun, just unwind. i find that relaxing helps me, personally.” he’d be willing to do something that isn’t carnal if it’s what she needs. he’s been interested in going further with her for a long while, though, so his offer definitely drips with that possibility.

“it’s not so much the words as the melody. once i have the melody, the rest comes easily. it’s just a matter of getting the melody,” she says shrugging. it would come to her eventually, it always did. “usually because one i find the melody, i can find what inspired it and let my mind run wild with the lyrics it dreams up.” the amount of times she’d heard something in the streets and just ran with it were numerous, too many to count, and it was just the way evie liked it. 

her eyebrows raise at his suggestion and the implications that go with it. “what kind of fun?” she asks, though with a small smile, letting him know her mind did in fact go there but she wasn’t necessarily opposed. “because coney island is fun, so is making a day trip down to jersey and making fun of the people from there.” she teases. she hates new jersey, part of that born and raised new yorker thing. it’s fair, new jersey people hate new york as far as she knows. “but maybe we can just walk around and see what sounds good?”