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deathsflcwers·:

     𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍  𝐓𝐎  𝐀𝐋𝐋.

after  two  weeks  abroad  for  a  fashion  show  and  then  to  review  some  leasing  documents  for  her  french  flat  coming  back  to  the  island  felt  like  a  WEIGHT  off  her  shoulders…  lilac  felt  at  ease  again,  the  whole  time  she  was  away  it  always  felt  like  something  was  just  off.    back  and  recovered  from  jet-lag,  lilac  had  decided  to  give  herself  one  last  day  before  going  back  to  the  floristry.  she  so  rarely  afforded  herself  a  breather,  but  also  she  knew  there  was  no  good  to  come  of  living  the  next  twenty-five  years  as  high-strung  as  she  had  been  the  first  twenty-five.               but  even  now,  several  months  on,  lilac  still  didn’t  feel  like  she  could  fully  relax:  waiting  on  another  legal  onslaught  from  her  father  or  brother  was  just  second-nature  at  this  point.    lilac  was  so  lost  in  her  own  tangled  thoughts  that,  when  she  lit  her  cigarette,  the  whites  of  her  knuckles  showed  bright  from  the  intensity  of  the  grip.    “perhaps  i  should  get  a  pet,”  she  mused  aloud,  technically  to  herself  but  still  ALOUD:  “or  is  that  just  sad?”  

"That depends," Abel mused, "would you be getting one for sad, lonely cat lady related reasons? Because then I have some bad news for you." Truth be told they never had much interest in keeping an animal. Too much mess and responsibility he would tell himself. He had always wanted one growing up but that, along with many other childhood wants and dreams, were swiftly swept under the rug. "Or do you want a pet because you have the need nurture something? Also not a great reason to take care of a living thing if you ask me but it's better than a kid so." Abel could think of positive reasons one could have a pet of course, they just thought it would be prudent to cancel out all of the wrong ones first. She seemed stressed, for lack of a better term, and they truthfully were not in a place to comfort someone at the moment (or perhaps any moment. He gave pretty shit advice at the end of the day). "Could I have a cigarette?" That was their initial goal when they saw her. "I can bestow some more sage wisdom better when there's some nicotine in my system."

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perseides·:

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“thank you, mate. but i make literally no more money selling her album. it’s just great, you know?” well, that was a bit sad, wasn’t? auggie wasn’t getting any commission, he just loved sharing things he liked. he was probably hurting don’s business more than he was helping it, annoying customer like this. but hey, don was free to fire him if needed. auggie would find another job somewhere but still spend his free time in this shop. “well, abel, it will be my pleasure to educate you.” auggie stepped out from behind the corner, bringing abel down the aisles, to where other adele’s records were.

“i think it’s all about the honesty behind her words, ya know? and her feelings. like, raw emotions and shit. i think it’s courageous, to open yourself that way to the world, and just…be open for judgment.”

"You don't get enough money being here period. But hey, perhaps she'll wander in here one day and ask you to be on her next tour. Remember I can see the future." Not exactly but that doesn't stop Abel from tapping their temple with their pointer finger. They lean back on the front desk of the record store, eyes watching Auggie as he goes on and on. There was some regret in asking about the album but it was too late now. "That was unexpectedly earnest. It seems a little early in the day for that." He gives him a grin to imply that he was simply joking. They had a habit of doling out jabs without thinking of the consequences, yet Abel always managed to save face. Besides he wanted to be a little sweet on the other if it meant another sleepover at his place. "You can add it to my tab. I do, however, have a customer complaint. Do you genuinely not have any Prince albums in this whole damn store?"

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Chop, chop. I’m literally loosing the will to live.

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☎ - abel

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❥     𝐁𝐎𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒    [   𝚆𝙾𝚁𝙳 𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙼𝙿𝚃𝚂    ]   .

headcanon prompts with questions based on plants   &   what they represent in flower language .  happy roleplaying !!  ♡

abatina :   is there anything in life your muse has changed their mind about over time   (   due to becoming more educated on the topic ,   certain experiences  ,   etc .   ) ,    or that they   would   change their mind about under certain circumstances ?  

acanthus :   is your muse deceptive ,   or willing to lie or deceive to achieve certain means ?   why or why not ?   

aloe :   how does your muse handle grief ?

amaryllis :   what is something or someone that your muse takes pride in ?   how do they express that pride ?   

anemone :   how does your muse view the world ;   as a cruel   &   unforgiving place ,   a land full of wonders ,   or something in - between ?  where does that world view come from   (   what experiences ,   life lessons ,   etc .   ) ?  

angelica :   where does your muse draw inspiration in life ?   what motivates them ?

apple blossom :   how does your muse go about expressing or not expressing their sexuality ?  

bachelor’s button :   does your muse actively seek romantic companionship ,   or cherish the liberties of being single ? 

basil :   does your muse have a love - hate relationship with anyone or anything ?

bay tree :   does your muse seek glory   &   accolades ,   or do they favour a simpler ,   more personal life ?  

begonia :   how cautious is your muse ?   are they prone to noticing red flags ,   or paranoid to the point of untrusting most everyone ?   why or why not ?  

belladonna :   how does your muse respond to silence ?   do they take comfort in soundlessness ,   or seek to fill the void with noise ?   

bluebell :   does your muse learn from their past ,   or are they prone to repeating the same mistakes ?  

carnation :   what is your muse’s relationship with their gender ?   how do they express or not express this relationship ?  

chamomile :   what is your muse likely to take away from a painful experience ?   are they one to be haunted by adversity ,   or to use what they’ve gone through to become stronger ?  

chrysanthemum :   how does your muse express romantic love ?  how do they feel about love as a concept ?  

daffodil :   is your muse one to be loyal in relationships ,   or are they likely to quickly move from one bond to another ?

daisy :   did your muse ever feel as though their innocence had been lost ?   what moment in their life could be described as the end of their innocence ?  

edelweiss :   what was the bravest moment in your muse’s life ?  are they known to be courageous from then on ?  

fern :   does your muse believe in magic or cosmic forces ,   or are they more likely to think their life is ultimately a matter of their own control ?  

forget - me - not :   has your muse ever forgotten something that is or was important to them ?   are they afraid of forgetting things like that ?  

gardenia :   is your muse one to confess romantic feelings early on ,   or to conceal them for long periods of time ?  

gladiolus :   describe a moment from your muse’s life that they will never forget .

goldenrod :   does your muse believe in luck or fortune ?  why or why not ?   where do they believe these things come from ?  

heliotrope :   does your muse believe in soulmates ?

hibiscus :   how does your muse view the gentler ,   daintier things in life ?   as things worth preserving   &   caring for ,   or things only bound to wither   &   disappear ?  

holly :   how strong is your muse’s sense of intuition ?  are they aware of it ?   do they ever fear that it is only paranoia ?  

hollyhock :   how strong is your muse’s sense of ambition ?  what’s something they strive for in life ?  

hyacinth :   is your muse athletic ?   does it come naturally to them ,   or have they had to work for their physique and/or skill ?  

hydrangea :   how much does your muse value communication in their relationships with others ?  are they prone to being misunderstood ?

iris :   if your muse could convey one last message to someone they have lost or left behind ,   what would it be ?  

ivy :   what are your muse’s views on marriage ?   do they believe it is something strictly for love ,   or an institution rooted in business   &   social benefits ?   do they desire or have they desired to be married ?

lavender :   how easy is it to gain your muse’s trust ?  once their trust is broken ,   how might one go about mending it ?  

lilac :   what was your muse’s childhood like ?   how has their upbringing affected them as they’ve aged ? 

lily :   how does your muse view their mother ?  

lotus :   has your muse ever felt as though they’ve been reborn ?  have they ever desired the feeling of a fresh start ,   or a better understanding of themself and/or the world around them ?  

magnolia :   describe your muse’s relationship with nature   &   the natural world .  

marigold :   is your muse prone to jealousy ?  how might they handle envious feelings ?  

mint :   does your muse view themself as virtuous   &   moral ?  what do these words mean to them ?

nasturtium :   describe your muse’s relationship with their birthplace ,   or homeland .  

oak :   who would your muse consider the strongest person they know ?  

pansy :   does your muse often reflect on their own actions ?   do they ever think a lot about the past ,   and what they could have done differently ?

parsley :   describe a holiday your muse enjoys ,   and why they enjoy it .

peony :   what would a   ‘  happy life  ’   look like in your muse’s eyes ?

poppy :   what comforts your muse ?

rhododendron :   is your muse receptive to warnings   &   advice given by others ?

rose :   how much does your muse value other people ?   do they wish to have many friends ,   lovers ,   and/or associates ?   are they an easy person to love ?

sage :   what is your muse’s legacy ?   what do they want to be remembered for   &   what might they actually be remembered for ?  

salvia :   is your muse possessive over people or things that matter a lot to them ?  how do they express that possessiveness ,   or lack thereof ? 

snapdragon :   is your muse merciful ?  why or why not ?

southernwood :   how seriously does your muse take themself ?   do they prefer a solemn   &   intellectual atmosphere or do they delight in jokes   &   banter ?  

sunflower :   what brings your muse the most joy in life ?  

tulip :   how does your muse view people in general ?  

violet :   how does your muse respond to betrayal ?

willow :   how does your muse handle sadness   &   depression ?

zinnia :   how has the loss of fallen comrades and/or loved ones affected your muse ?   has it taught them anything or given them any new perspectives ?

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Is there anyone on the island you would want to get to know better?

“Ugh. Yawn. I feel I’ve already met enough people. I like to keep my circle small. Sasha was a nice girl and it’s probably time I get to know Auggie a little bit better if I’m going to see him again.”

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𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐄𝐀 ! if you could take anyone on the island out for a date, who would it be and what would you do?

“I’d prefer to be the one taken out personally but I feel like Desdemona would be a good choice. She’s classy and gorgeous. You can’t go wrong for a first date for drinks at Cygnus.”

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sirenfather·:

                  𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗 ›› 𝚌𝚎𝚍𝚊𝚛 & 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚎, 𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚢 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐                            (around 7am-ish, after sunrise)

the business had only been open half an hour when zahid came to the cafe after a BREAK OF DAWN surf with rue, who was now off down at the agora market grounds setting up her stall  —- they’d showered off at the beach showers and left his wetsuit and board down at the lifeguard stand, and now took a seat at an outdoor table; “can i get scrambled eggs, bacon and some toast on the side? —uh, yeah, and a fruit salad bowl, and a double-shot latte with almond milk,” and then smiled, a LITTLE awkwardly (wasn’t he always awkward?), “i’m gonna step out for a second, i’ll be right back,” he informed his server, so they didn’t NOT bring his food —- and then went out onto the sidewalk and lit a cigarette, offering a smile to a familiar passerby, words muffled around the butt of the cigarette —  “g’mornin’…”

Usually Abel preferred Cygnus but Cedar and Stone was closer to their work and had a much more bearable breakfast crowd. They were sure they could still sweet talk their way out of having to pay for the meal regardless. After a night of debauchery he still found himself free of a hangover and truth be told that was one of the best parts of his luck. Instead of feeling, and god forbid looking, like death Abel turns turns the corner and spots their bandmate outside the restaurant. "Morning sunshine. Smoking before breakfast? I hope you don't have much of an appetite." Their eyes flicker to the cigarette and they're quick to pull put their own pack. When in Rome and all that. "What time is practice again today?” Truth be told they never remembered the schedule. “Just so I can plan my escape from work later accordingly."

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rcsyfingers·:

❝and   if   YOU   had   as   much   insight   into   yourself   as   what   you   do   here…   maybe   you’d   just   change   your   schedule   so   people   aren’t   playing   abel-russian-roulette,❞   linna   raised   an   eyebrow,   still   no   rippling   in   the   tranquil   lake   that   was   inside   her,   a   smile   playing   and   FIXED   on   her   lips.      a   bright   smile   with   straight   teeth   flashed,   ❝far   from   a   saint,   and   far   from   a   sinner…   but   i   still   live   by   my   own   code,   as   do   you,❞   linna   knew   NOTHING   of   abel’s   past,   neither   had   consented   to   a   reading   of   the   other   (not   many   did   in   this   line   of   work),   but   she   could   also   tell   that   there   was   a   reason   for   the   way   he   acted,   the   same   way   she   did.   her   CODE   came   from   growing   up   in   the   carnivals,   circus   and   show   communities,   nomadic.            ❝i’ve   always   found   that   it’s   the   devout   christians   and   catholics   that   end   up   seeking   us   out…   there’s   never   room   for   questions   for   them.   irritating,❞   she   agreed,   reaching   into   her   bag   for   a   small   plastic   medi-kit   and   pulling   out   a   single,   dissolvable   asprin   &   handed   over   the   little   individual   packet,   cut   from   a   larger   sleeve   for   convenience…      ❝and   painfully   stubborn…   as   for   your   sparkling   water,   use   your   imagination,❞   and   then   linna   sat,   spotting   someone   approaching,   and   played   the   VISUAL   part   of   a   client.

      ❝really,   change   your   schedule,   or   put   a   clause   there   that   says   your   hours   are   subject   to   change.   sometimes   people   who   come   in   aren’t   so   polite,❞   that   was   a   POLITE   way   of   saying   it,   and   linna   pulled   out   her   velvet   bag   of   knucklebones;   pouring   them   out   veeeery   gently   as   she   began   to   carefully   polish   each   with   a   soft   cloth.      everyone   KNEW   that   linna   forbade   any   other   person   from   touching   her   sacred   dice,   sea-shells   or   the   bones,   it   was   one   of   the   FEW   THINGS   that   linna   was   extremely   clear   &   serious   about…   so   she   didn’t   restate   that   as   she   continued   with   a   smile,   a   flick   of   her   eyes   over   his   shoulder;   ❝there’s   someone   waiting,   by   the   way,   so   maybe   have   your   asprin…❞

"Do you really think that divinity runs on a schedule? The universe will tell them when I am ready for them." They give Linna a cheeky smile. This back and forth wasn't uncommon for the two of them and at least to Abel it made coming into work more entertaining. There were only so many questions about crystals he could deal with in a day. "Everyone lives by their own code and the world would be a much more tolerable place if we all admitted to it." It's meant to be much more cynical than he made it sound but it was too early for any philosophical discussions. All they knew was that their code had brought him to where he was today and he didn't regret the choices he made for a second. England was a lifetime ago and Abel adapted accordingly. "Oh but their hypocrisy is what makes their readings so fun. One time I was called the devil and I take it as a compliment." Although one didn't have to identify with any world religion to comment on Abel's moral standings. They were as wish-washy as the rest of him. Taking the aspirin from her, he's quick to pop it into his mouth and swallow. "I saw a vision last night actually of you getting me one. Raspberry flavored. You can't fight the universe Linna." If she was expecting a thank you she wasn't going to get it. He sighs melodramatically, even if she was right it wouldn't be like them to not make a fuss. "You could always curse the rude ones or give them a good scare like say they'll go bald or that their husband is cheating on them." Abel wiggles his brows suggestively. "I'm joking." The other took the craft seriously, more seriously than he could ever fully understand. While he still wasn't sure on just how much he believed they knew it meant something to her. He glances over to the customer and back to the girl, rolling his eyes. "You really are all business. Fine, I'll handle it even if they do look like a deer in headlights."

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arsynists·:

     they grin at their suggestion, “ i’m glad you agree. ” they were certainly known for trying to make a scene at every event they went to — if they weren’t the center of attention or the reason that something goes wrong that they can watch from afar to snicker at, it wasn’t a successful party at all. abel, while they had their flaws, was the perfect person to do this with. arsyn always tried to keep him at arm’s length, but at the same time, as close to them as possible. they wanted to make sure they learned everything about him to stay at least one step ahead. arsyn pauses, genuine offense on their expression. “ yes, and if you insinuate that it doesn’t look good, i’ll burn whatever you love the most. ” arsyn threatens with a fake smile. the one thing that will offend them is insults on their looks or style. “ let’s go, asshole. ”

Abel worked hard to get where they were in life, sure it was through scamming, cheating, and lying, but they deserved to enjoy the fruits of their labor nonetheless. Arsyn would never know what that was like so it was easy for the resentment to build up. He wasn't an idiot though and was hardly the irrational type (at least not anymore) and he would be a fool to let the other out of their sight. "A little chaos is why I like to keep you around after all." It was partially true. The other's chaos matched with Abel's innate luck meant that the pair could walk away from most things relatively unscathed. "Touchy tonight, aren't we? I was going to give you a compliment." He grins, finding satisfaction in messing with people like it was second nature. "You can call the Uber since I found the party.”

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psychcpomp·:

    “ aw, thanks ! looking forward to it as well. you’re my favorite form of catharsis, babe. ” alex says with a small grin, adding a little boop to their nose. this was the norm with them — pressing on each other’s buttons until eventually, one of them would piss the other off enough to start an actual fight. most of the time… it was alex, with his short temper and boredom with just words. “ you wanna try again ? i’d be happy to give you a reminder. ” even with a person he could barely stand, it was the multiple tequila shots in him that continue to search for a flirtatious opportunity. at his request for a drink ( more of a rude demand ), alex rolls his eyes, with every plan to half-ass this drink. “ one watered down mojito for a piece of shit, coming right up. ” 

"I think the term you're looking for is masochistic. I know it's a big word for you." Then they were booped of all things and their eyebrow twitches. Abel was always so good at controlling his emotions, never allowing anyone to see all of his cards, but the longer he spent around Alex the harder it was for him to remain cool. He swipes the hand away. "If we aren't fucking then you can't touch me." The offer makes them laugh but they would be lying if the idea hadn't crossed their minds. The pursue of chasing a rival made the thought of being intimate much more exhilarating. "Are you really so desperate for attention in a crowd of people?" As if they weren't. "Perhaps if you impress me you can have another chance." Abel could feel the tension get worse as the interaction could go one of two ways. "You flirt. If you spit in it I'll have you make me drinks all night so you can't run off and try to sadly seduce some poor person. Sound fair?"

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spill the tea! do you genuinely like anyone on the island?

"Maybe I would if there was someone here worth liking. The people here, they get a little...one note. I'm still waiting.”

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rogue-snake·:

“Bambi.” She repeated, sitting down with an amused lift of her brow. “I’m not sure if I should like it or not.” She looked over the menu, feeling the eyes of the hostess on her back. “I’m sure she just thinks of me as strange. New to the island, coming here alone all the time. Maybe its pity.” She shrugged it off, though she knew it was indeed true, to some extent. While she liked being alone most of the time, being in a new place and having no one seemed, and sometimes felt, pretty lonely. “I’m Sasha, the by the way.. Will I get your name? Or shall I call you Thumper?”

"The only thing to pity is her god awful shoe choice. Open toed in a restaurant? I come here for a bit of class, not to feel like I'm on a farm." From the moment they stepped foot on the island, Abel made it a point to make himself comfortable. They stuck to the right places and talked to the right people to ensure a certain social standing. Magnetic was meant to be theirs, they were sure of it. Some nosey wait staff was the last thing to cross his mind. "Sasha? Lovely name." He eyes her up and down but doesn't comment much else. She was pretty even if she came across as a lost, little lamb. "I'm Abel, your gracious savoir." As a server passes the table he flags them down. "We'll take another wine glass and a bottle of that red I like." White wines were to be enjoyed during the summer anyway.

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rcsyfingers·:

she   was   planning   on   finishing   early,   mornings   were   her   favoured   time   to   work   but   she   still   had   other   things   in   her   schedule   to   do;   but   one   didn’t   need   to   be   gifted   with   ANY   sight   to   know   that   abel   had   a   very,   very   good   chance   of   NOT   arriving   on   time.      finally   spying   his   face   enter,   she   packed   up   her   knucklebones   from   where   they   been   cast   in   a   reading   for   herself,   and   approached   her   coworker;   with   a   hand   on   her   hip,   linna   raised   her   eyebrows;   ❝should   i   need   to   make   an   appointment   with   someone   who   could   care   less   about   keeping   them,   i   will   be   sure   to   let   you   know,   abel,❞   if   she   was   someone   who   was   prone   to   annoyance   or   irritation,   she   would   have   prickled,   but   linna’s   sense   of   tranquility   was   so   rarely   rippled   with   or   by   anything…   and   so   was   the   way   with   abel,   with   anyone.

❝i   have   patience   in   excess,   more   than   you   it   would   seem.   but   what   i   don’t   have   is   the   desire   to   keep   making   excuses   for   people   coming   to   see   you   when   you   aren’t   here.   be   late   if   you   want,   that   is   your   business   —   but   from   today   going   forward…   if   you’re   not   here   when   you’re   supposed   to   be,   i’m   not   going   to   turn   them   away   if   they   ask   for   my   services   in   the   meantime.❞   she   had   been   doing   so   out   of   professional   courtesy,   it   was   a   small   store   and   a   small   group   who   practiced   and   respected   their   craft.   but   she   was   tired   of   turning   people   away…   people   who   may   need   insight,   guidance.        ❝and   now,   should   i   get   you   an   asprin?❞

Linna's scolding wasn't anything new and maybe if they cared more about what others thought they would feel bad about it. Instead, he shrugs. "If they wanted a reading from me that badly then they should know my schedule by now. Simple." Abel had built up a loyal clientele over the years he had been at the shop. Each face that sought them out for guidance were none the wiser to the fact he couldn't actually predict the future. It never mattered how inaccurate the readings were, they always came back. Things tended to work out for them in that way. "Yes, yes. You might as well be a saint. If only Christians weren't so mind numbingly irritating." It didn't bother Abel if she didn't like him, they were always in the mood for some banter. Any harsh words rolled right off of him like water off of a duck’s back or however the saying went. "If I were you I would have taken the extra cash. My clients pay well and you aren't completely uncharismatic." He looks at her at the offer. Of course she would still show them some kindness. "Please. Could you get some sparkling water while you're at it? Thank you darling."

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arsynists·:

    “ i’m gonna ignore the fact that you said that, because you’ve spent enough time with me to know there’s always a need for the theatrics. ” they comment with pursed lips, and a shrug of their shoulders. arsyn never felt a need to turn down their personality for anyone, but for abel ? they almost felt the need to turn it up more than anything. the fun thing about hanging out with him was that arsyn was always pushing different buttons, seeing which ones worked on abel and which didn’t… almost like they wanted to see how far they could take it every time. that, and his amazing body, are pretty much the only two reasons they hang around them. “ great, the least we can do is go and swipe some contraband. ” they suggest with a small grin.

They scoff but give Arsyn a shrug as if to say, fair enough. "Save some of it for the party. You're half the entertainment anyway." Their dynamic was unique to say they least. Abel constantly teetered on the edge of considering Arsyn to be one of their closest friends while not being able to stand them at the same time. Maybe because they represented so much of what he didn't have: generational wealth. Rags to riches was a cliché storyline they had no interest in sharing with anyone. "Oh absolutely. Last time they had champagne that cost as much as my monthly rent. Cheap of them if you ask me." It's only a matter of seconds before they get the address in their messages. It was about the networking. "Is that what you're wearing?"

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rogue-snake·:

Starter: Open

Location and time: CYGNUS RESTAURANT. MID DAY

The restaurant was packed with people. She hadn't been here long enough to really show up with anyone, date, friend, what have you. Coming alone wasn't something that usually bothered her, but the hostess made her feel so awkward. "Hi. You don't have to speak to me or anything. But can I sit here? I won't bother you. I just don't want the hostess to look at me like I am the saddest person she has ever seen."

often dined alone, as a matter of fact they preferred it most days. The only mindless chatter Abel was ever interested in was his own and at this point him and the servers had their own rapport. He would charm his way into telling them to put the bill on his tab which he never actually paid and be on his way. They look at her, eyeing her up and down. "I always say if someone is bothering you for being alone then they have nothing going on in their own life." Easy to say for someone who was so comfortable with themselves. "It depends how well you can hold a conversation, Bambi." Abel gestures for the poor girl to sit.