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[paigelev]

stcfanos‌:

  stefano didn’t mean to bump into her, really, there was just so many people around and he wasn’t just trying to get somewhere that there might have been so many people around. “maybe you could use so holy water instead.” he tells her with a smirk, letting a small chuckle fall from his lips.

       “are you trying to get me killed, stefano?” she teases, lips beginning to lift into a teasing grin, “you and i both know holy water would burn the likes of us. i don’t think we’ll ever be deemed good by the big man above - no amount of holy water can wash away those type of sins.”

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kbeckettkingsley‌: 

“water, sure–” the man rolled his eyes, the scent obvious even from the few steps he’d taken away from the familiar blonde. beck had no question in his mind what the liquid paige had just spilled on herself was, and yes, she’d spilt it herself.. he was simply walking, she was the one in his way. “you may be able to fool the cameras into believing you’ve changed but trust me, love – the rest of us remember who you really are now, if you don’t mind..” he held his hand out between them, motioning it to the side as if to say move. “i’m looking for someone and that someone is not you.”

        “kingsley, i think your nose is so upturned it’s beginning to affect your senses.” she shoots back, her gaze flickering over to his dark gaze; azure orbs meeting the color of whisky on ice  “it’s water.” she says again, her tone only bordering on defensive, “nose. touch. sight. - let’s hope the final two of your basic senses haven’t been damaged. maybe it’s a side effect to being wrapped so tightly around emmeline for all these years.”  her tone is impassive, her eyes rolling at his comment before turning her eyes back to the bonfire, ignoring his request - he could walk around.  “you really don’t think people can change?” the question had slipped out before she could stop herself, not sure if he had even really heard it. 

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sullivanchase‌:

sullivan’s eyes trailed down paige’s body, widening at the sheer, wet fabric now clinging to her body. “oh no!” she cried, now feeling completely horrible that she wasn’t watching where she was going just a little bit better. “you know what, just take it off!” she urged to her friend – she was in a bikini top herself, there was no shame in her game. this was a party, they may as well get the nakedness started.. or almost nakedness, whatever. “we’re in the woods, p. let loose!” sulli ignored the strong smell of alcohol on her friend and tugged her hand towards the crowds. “dance with me!”

        paige’s eyes mirrored sulli’s as she looked down at herself, the sheer fabric already teasing the lace delicate underneath and leaving very little to the imagination; and for a moment - she hesitated, because she knew the paige that nearly everyone in augusta still associated her with wouldn’t have even batted an eye before stripping off her clothes and joining sullivan. but did she really have a choice? sullivan’s suggestion sounded much more tempting than waiting for her top to dry. her fingers are moving before her lips, unbuttoning the thin fabric and throwing it onto a nearby chair, leaving her in a black lace bra courtesy of la perla. “party in the woods - you sure aiden isn’t behind this madness?” she teases with a small laugh, holding onto sulli’s hand as the pair weaves themselves to the makeshift dance floor. 

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aidenmeadows‌: 

      “riiiight,” the man replied, a laugh falling from his lips as he throws his arm around the petite girls shoulder. “and paige levinksy’s first fucking party since her return from the land of the fucking dead,” aiden spoke, looking down at her as he pulled out the flask that he stole from her along time ago from his back pocket – the same one she had eyed the day she returned and went to visit him at the bar. “thought i’d give this back to you now that you were back.” the man shrugged, a half smile on his lips, “ i don’t know figured you might need it but – don’t fucking make me take it away.” 

        she looses out a laugh and she can almost feel herself relax under his arm; finally - a familiar face that she was happy to see. a grin breaks out onto her lips, an infectious one that brightens and lifts the girl’s features as she spots the flask in his hand. “i still can’t believe you kept this,” she reaches out to take it from him, the silver flask that had gotten her through the countless events in the past, filled to the brim with whatever liquor the girl could get her hands on  “modern day, prince charming, huh meadows?” she teases with a small shake of her head, “i actually don’t need it tonight. think they might be drunk enough for all of us,” her eyes flicker to a particularly rowdy group before swinging her attention back to aiden, “i’m taking a page out of the aiden meadow’s handbook and staying sober tonight.” the words sound foreign coming from the girl, and one she’s sure comes to a surprise to most - paige levinsky and at the very least a glass of bubbly champagne often went hand-in-hand. “besides, what if i take off tomorrow. how ever will you remember me? the flask is much more sentimental than a louboutin.” her tone drizzles with mirth as she dangles the flask in her fingers. 

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         she stands in front of the bonfire, blue orbs entranced, looking otherworldly as golden features are illuminated by the soft flicker of the flames that dance into the night sky. she feels herself jut forward as someone bumps into her from behind, causing her drink to spill onto her hand, wetting the sheer fabric of her white top. she shakes the hand lightly, letting out a small laugh as she shakes her head and throws herself back into the reality of where she is. “good thing it wasn't the jesus juice i had in there” she murmurs, anything that had even the slightest hue of colour would have stained her top. “---water.” she adds in as an after-thought, feeling the need to clarify. 

[paigelev]

“In photographs, she looked different, focused, animated. In person she was thin, dreamy, as full of odd angles as a Picasso mademoiselle.”

— Janet Fitch, White Oleander. 

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[paigelev]

         the door to the purple turtle swings open, the sun that illuminates her golden features chase her inside, showing its mark on the floor before its swept away as the door swings shut, leaving the girl alone and taking her shadow with it. the nostalgia floods her system as her gaze flits around the room, memories playing like a montage in her brain - she’d never been old enough to be in here, in fact - she was still one year shy, but that had never stopped her before. she makes her way to the bar, taking a seat on a stool. she waits for a particular blonde boy to notice her, her lips tilt into an infectious grin as their eyes meet. she’s silent for a moment before her hand is digging into her small purse, pulling out her fake id - alex weston from nebraska. “one more year and i can finally actually be paige levinsky in here.” she teases, as she slides him her id - knowing full well he’s never cared to card her. “like what you’ve done with the place, aiden. new flooring? rest in peace to that legendary spot my tinder date projectile vomited that one time.” her words swim out of her lips, keeping her tone casual - as if they hadn’t been absent from each other’s lives for three years. she was beginning to make her rounds around town like a game of russian roulette, the ball spinning and bouncing between black or red, black or red - except in paige's case it was happy or pissed, happy or pissed.    @aidenmeadows

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perrieharding‌:

“hey, stop!”perrie’s voice carried over the sound of morning traffic. it wasn’t thirty minutes after seven and the heart of augusta was in a frenzy, complete with bumper-to-bumper traffic. knowing it’d be at least another hour until she reached the office, the girl had parked a few blocks down. walking wouldn’t kill her—but, apparently, it might kill someone else. just as the street light signaled for the cross walk, a person in front of her started moving… entirely unaware of the trio of bike riders speeding around the corner. without much thought, perrie instantly reached out and pulled them backwards. “holy shit, you’d think we’re in amsterdam. on steroids,” the brunette muttered, eyes narrowing at the young men as they sped away. “you okay?”

        a lot could change in the span of three years. paige levinsky certainly had and as she weaved her way through augusta, it seemed the town had truly crafted a background worthy of a reality show. the soundtrack of the city moving faster than she had remembered. her long legs walked a pace slower than usual, trying to direct her feet in the way the tiny blue dots on her phone directed her to, brows knitting together as she attempted to google map her way to her destination; - augusta somehow felt so familiar and foreign all at the same time. she felt herself snap backwards, her blonde locks swinging over her face as the bikers sped past them, “yeah, i’m fine” the response is second nature - an automatic response to the question; just like the bright smile that finds residence on her lips, bringing life and promise to her words, making them believable. she pushes her tresses out of her face, turning to look at the girl, “thanks. you just saved me from a trip to the hospital. - at least it wasn’t a car, i guess” she lifts a slender shoulder in a shrug. 

[paigelev]

( SCARLETT LEITHOLD, CISFEMALE, SHE/HER ) – wait a minute, wasn’t that 20 year old PAIGE LEVINSKY walking through the town square? i heard that they’ve been living in augusta for THEIR WHOLE LIVES and they live at #12 SYCAMORE WAY i often see them IN THE MAGAZINES  where they spend their time as A SOCIALITE the people closest to them say that they are MAGNETIC &  LIVELY but can also be DETATCHED & RECKLESS 

hllo folks! im sage pronouns are she+her and im coming 2 u live frm the est tz.  im so happy that i found this cute lil group!! anyways, im the worst at intros so pls let me jus jump right into my child below !!! if u wanna plot give this a like and i’ll come sprinting ur way fr plots n stuff 

okay, so paige is a brand new muse of mine so pls forgive me if this is rough™

I have her pinterest board here if u wanna take a peak at her 

SO the levinsky’s come frm old old old money tht.. people dnt even know what they do.. or where their money comes frm at this point. they jus know their rich af and  are one of those prominent families in the business world, political world n any other kind of world that breeds nepotism 

they attend events and galas and sponsor them on a monthly, sometimes weekly basis, donating heaps to keep their family name pristine & relevant

paige ws born and raised in augusta. everyone knew the levinsky’s, the family that sped around town with shiny cars and bright smiles, blonde locks fluttering in the wind like they’ve got a wind machine following them. 

12 sycamore way was the house tht caught everyone’s eye as they drove past the street; with the beautiful french inspired architecture and bright red door tht hid a family tht was known for their looks and social status

i’ve kinda based her on serena van der woodsen frm gossip girl mixed with marissa cooper frm the oc aka ... sis is a mess

her dad is buried with work, n is off running one of their businesses over seas, basically an absent father who she can’t help but still idolize. her mom travels a lot, attending events n jus spending money n trying to buy happiness bc the love between her mom n dad is nonexistent at this point

paige is rlly outgoing n jus has sort of tht magnetic personality that draws people to her. rly charming n just easy to get along with

 things come rly easily to her..which is probably annoying bc she’ll try half as hard and probably get twice as much. 

she had everything going fr her.. yale ws in the horizon but the day before graduation paige literally jus dipped n didn’t tell anyone 

i’ve got a few reasons on why she left without a word, but im going to.. hold off on exposing tht bc 1. i cnt make up my mind on which one i wanna do and 2. if anyone wants some drama pls hmu if u would like ur character to be a big reason why paige left!  we can brainstorm 

anyways she left three years ago n nw she’s finally returned to augusta - the producers of the show caught wind of this and probably have made a big deal abt it ... the golden girl returns or smth like tht lmao

but she’s come back and she’s kinda changed, a lot less wild as she used to be.. and tbh it won’t take much to coax her into turning back into her former self tht jus liked to hav a buckwildT time

she’s trying to be good but she’s never been rlly good at tht. 

she’s living at the red velvet at the moment bc she rly does not want to live with her mom or be known as the girl behind the red door bc it frnkly just all feels like a completely different lifetime ago and one that she isn’t that proud of

some connections i’d love 

friends !! ..she most likely didn’t keep contact with a bunch of them but i feel like she probably did with a few that she was v close to n texted every nw and then. friends that she lost touch with so now its kind of awkward, a best friend who feels like she ditched her so now there’s drama between them n paige is rly nervous to see her again (the blair to her serena, the summer to her marissa)

enemies!! she probably had quite a few so i reckon there’s a lot of side eyeing now tht shes back. she has 100% stolen someone’s bf only to grow bored of him after 3 days n ditch him.

exes!! maybe a boyfriend tht she left behind without saying anything to .. perhaps shawn mendes wrote where were u in the morning for her lmao maybe a fling she’s had n they still have lingering feelings, exes tht absolutely despise each other bc paige jus fuked them over, or vice versa

 someone to corrupt her n bring out her wild side again

someone who is a good influence for her

i cant think of anything else but kno tht i am dwn for jus abt anything!! 

[paigelev]

“The wind catching her clothes, her hair. Her arms free, her heart closing and opening savagely, but her face bright and serene beneath the sun.”

— Clarice Lispector, tr. by Giovanni Pontiero, from “Near To The Wild Heart,”

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