#❛ ❪ starter ⠀/⠀ devin bahar.

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muse: devin bahar ( main verse; famous ). late 20s. fashion designer, model and philanthropist. open to: males / 30+. plot: devin’s mother has insisted on setting her up with an eligible bachelor (up to her mother's standards), and after months of evasion, devin finally agreed to one blind date to appease her. now, she’s sitting at the restaurant, waiting for her date to arrive. her date? could have agreed due to pressure on his end, could actually be interested, etc. starter tag: @indiestarter notes: replies will be posted as new threads for tracking purposes. matching length is not required - I ramble.

Devin sat at the small, candlelit table near the restaurant’s window, her perfectly manicured fingers idly tracing the rim of her wine glass. The hum of soft conversation and clinking silverware filled the air, blending with the faint aroma of fresh basil and roasted garlic that wafted from the open kitchen.

She adjusted the strap of her sleek black dress, shifting in her chair as her eyes flicked to the door for what felt like the hundredth time. It wasn’t nerves—she didn’t get nervous for dates, least of all ones she’d been forced into. It was more the dull frustration simmering beneath her calm exterior.

Her mother’s voice still rang in her ears: “Darling, he’s exactly the kind of man you need—charming, successful, rich, from a good family. Just one dinner, Devin. You can do that much for me, can’t you?”

Devin sighed softly, lifting her glass to take a measured sip of wine. She’d agreed, if only to quiet the endless string of “helpful suggestions” her mother had been pushing for months. One date, and she could get on with her life. At least, that’s what she told herself.

Her gaze shifted back to the menu in front of her, her hazel-green eyes scanning the options she’d already memorized in her effort to look preoccupied. The truth was, her patience was wearing thin, and she wasn’t sure if she’d even recognize this man when—or if—he arrived.

Devin leaned back in her chair, letting out a soft breath as she crossed one leg over the other. Maybe this would be the kind of story she could laugh about later—or maybe, it would be a night she’d prefer to forget. Only time, and whoever walked through that door next, would tell.

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❛ text → finn 🥰

FINN: Sorry darling, I had a meeting that ran over time, I’m so sorry we missed our FaceTime date, I was really looking forward to it.

FINN: I know you’re probably asleep, it’s 4am in Paris. I hope you had a nice day, I miss you. The end of April can’t come soon enough.

FINN: You have a lot of photos to show me when you’re back.

FINN: I’ll FaceTime you in the morning. Goodnight, beautiful.

DEVIN: It's okay, I understand how unpredictable meetings can be at times. We'll just make time at some other point, no worries.

DEVIN: How did your meeting go?

DEVIN: I think I've also come to the conclusion and finally accepted the fact that all this traveling has resulted in gifting me with the most unusual sleep habits known to man. That or I haven't fully adjusted yet and 4am still just feels like 4pm.

[echobcrn]

└ text: king 👑

devin: good afternoon to you

devin: feeling alright?

[trcshy]

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❛ CLOSED STARTER → @pcrscphcnc​​ liked this post for a starter. ( 2/2 )

                 ❝Matthew,❞ the name slipped from between delicate lips as colors locked onto the male through the mirror. A single brow was arched against her features as the name repeated once more in an attempt to pull his attention. ❝You’re staring.❞ It was the smallest tease as she pushed herself away from the mirror now that she had tamed her previously done-up hair from her shoot, allowing it to fall against her shoulders. Feet tugged her towards the other, a familiar curve against her features as hues fall onto the male. ❝Are we still going to lunch?❞

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❛     ❪     starter ⠀/⠀ dominic reyes.

❛     ❪     interaction ⠀/⠀ dominic reyes.

❛     ❪     innerworkings ⠀/⠀ dominic reyes.

❛     ❪     embodiment ⠀/⠀ dominic reyes.

❛     ❪     analysis ⠀/⠀ logan hayes.

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❛     ❪     analysis ⠀/⠀ devin bahar.

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❛     ❪     interaction ⠀/⠀ devin bahar.

❛     ❪     innerworkings ⠀/⠀ devin bahar.

❛     ❪     embodiment ⠀/⠀ devin bahar.

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「 closed starter — @summcrtimesadness​​

                       Having  a  pleasant  time  on  a  date  set  up  by  her  mother  was  rare  all  on  its  own,  but  staying  in  touch  after  the  first  interaction  —  that  was  unheard  of.  Simply  cutting  contact  and  ignoring  the  entire  interaction  didn't  feel  right,  for  once,  not  when  the  entire  time  had  been  comfortable  and  she  enjoyed  just  about  every  second  of  their  conversations.  There  was  almost  this  perfect  mixture  of  differences,  yet  understanding  between  the  pair,  enough  to  make  things  feel  almost  easy,  though  she  wasn't  sure  she  would  use  such  a  word  to  describe  it  out  loud.  It's  what  had  no  hesitation  behind  agreeing  to  a  second  meeting  together,  even  if  it  took  some  amount  of  effort  to  find  time  where  she  could  easily  rearrange  her  schedule  for  it.  Even  though  she  usually  felt  off  with  moving  her  schedule  around,  it  felt  worth  it.  Partly  to  spend  time  with  someone  she  enjoyed  being  around  and  partly  because  she  was  sure  she  needed  some  form  of  break  from  her  usual  fast-paced  daily  activities.  It's  what  made  the  idea  of  a  hike  outside  the  city  so  appealing,  in  her  mind.  Not  only  was  it  a  far  more  relaxing  situation  than  finding  themselves  in  the  middle  of  a  restaurant,  but  the  fresh  air  was  always  something  everyone  needed.  ❝I  bet  it's  gorgeous  during  the  fall.❞  The  brunette  practically  beamed  after  snapping  another  photograph  during  one  of  their  stops,  her  colors  drawing  to  the  screen  to  scan  over  the  images.  ❝With  all  the  colors,❞  she  added  on  with  the  curve  still  against  her  lips  and  her  free  hand  waving  through  the  air  as  if  that  could  somehow  change  all  the  leaves  to  different  shades  of  orange.  ❝Not  that  it  isn't  already  beautiful.❞

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「 muse: devin bahar. / open to: males. / connection: blind-ish date set up by her mother; high-profile/rich family. 」

                         It  was  her  mother  interfering  once  again,  setting  up  some  type  of  date  without  much  information  given  beforehand,  once  again  attempting  to  push  her  daughter  towards  someone  she  deemed  'worthy'  of  her  family's  time.  She  knew  how  her  mother  was,  she  never  had  meals  with  those  lower  than  her  own  class,  almost  as  if  she  were  sickened  by  them,  which  only  disgusted  her  daughter  to  no  end.  There  was  no  doubt  her  mother  had  organized  the  date  due  to  the  number  of  zeros  in  the  other's  or  his  family's  accounts.  As  sickened  as  she  was  by  it  all,  she  always  attempted  to  amuse  the  older  woman,  all  because  agreeing  to  a  single  date  was  enough  to  get  her  off  of  her  back  for  a  few  weeks  before  someone  else  was  thrown  in  front  of  her.  ❝Since  you’re  so  insistent  on  not  telling  me  where  we’re  going,  this  is  the  best  you’re  getting.❞  The  dark-haired  female  expressed  towards  her  outfit,  a  light,  sweater-like  dress  that  hugged  her  form.  An  outfit  paired  with  braided  hair  and  dark  heeled  boots.  To  Devin,  it  was  a  thrown  together  outfit  with  very  little  thought  put  into  it,  but  it  was  far  from  grey  sweatpants  and  an  over-sized  shirt.  her  usual  comfort  outfit  at  her  home.  

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❛ text → matthew 🤞

devin: So, my shows for next month are entirely canceled which means I'll be back early.

devin: If I remember correctly, you owe me a whole movie marathon weekend.

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「 CLOSED STARTER — @thcblackrosc​ continued from this meme.

                      Hiding  out  in  the  other’s  home  was  far  from  unusual.  It  was  a  safe  space,  far  out  of  the  boundaries  of  where  her  mother  was  willing  to  go  to  have  some  conversation  with  her  that  would  twist  her  mind  and  put  her  into  one  of  her  darkest  mindsets.  Boundaries  —  they  were  important  in  so  many  aspects  of  life,  especially  in  relationships  and  friendships,  more  importantly,  one  as  close  as  theirs.  The  pair  had  crossed  so  many  lines,  unsure  if  it  was  because  of  the  years  of  friendship,  the  connection  she  swore  she  had  always  felt,  or  because  of  the  underlying  feelings,  ones  neither  of  them  seemed  to  admit  to.  She  couldn’t  help  but  notice  how  stressed  the  other  seemed  to  be,  clear  even  with  the  quick  interaction  of  telling  her  he’d  be  back  soon.  Boundaries  were  still  important,  something  they  both  had  always  understood  and  something  that  had  always  been  vital  in  her  mind  with  everyone  in  the  world.  Even  she  couldn’t  tell  you  what  put  the  thought  into  her  mind  to  join  him.  It’s  possible  it  was  that  instinctive  need  to  be  there,  to  help  him  feel  better  like  he  always  did  for  her,  but  she  wasn’t  thinking  about  it  as  the  hot  water  fell  down  her  own  form  and  she  moved  to  reach  for  the  shampoo  bottle.  ❝Let  me  help,❞  she  eased  out  quietly,  her  voice  almost  a  whisper.

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❛ text → red

devin: you up for a movie marathon next weekend?

devin: i should finally have some time off by then

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CLOSED STARTER         /         @wastcdtimes​

                           A  key.  At  this  point,  she  was  regretting  the  small  decision,  even  if  it  was  made  for  completely  reasonable  reasons  given  their  situation.  It  meant  he  could  drop  right  into  her  apartment  to  make  it  look  like  they  spent  far  more  time  together  than  they  really  did  and  she  didn't  have  to  actually  be  there  to  let  him  in.  But  it  was  moments  like  this  that  she  feared.  When  a  cloud  hit  her  mind  and  she  swore  the  only  thing  she  felt  was  a  coldness  and  something  she  could  only  describe  as  numb.  Of  course,  it  meant  her  mother  had  also  managed  to  call  her  at  the  worst  possible  time,  the  brunette  knowing  she  would  have  to  call  the  woman  back  at  some  point  because  she  had  no  real  understanding  of  what  the  conversation  was  about.  Most  likely  her  questioning  what  the  pair  were  planning  and  if  they  were  going  to  move  forward  with  the  arrangement  anytime  soon.  It  was  all  bubbling  up  until  she'd  either  completely  break  or  simply  shut  down  and  it  seemed  like  the  worst  option  had  already  started.  It  had  her  on  her  bed,  a  large  t-shirt  being  the  only  thing  that  covered  her  because  it  was  the  only  thing  she  had  enough  mental  effort  to  grab.    But  it  was  the  sound  of  feet  that  had  fingers  pinching  the  bridge  of  her  nose  as  eyes  scanned  the  floor.  ❝I  honestly  don't  have  the  mental  ability  to  deal  with  you  today.  So,  if  you're  just  here  to  give  me  a  headache,  go  away.❞

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❛ text → luke ✨

devin: My mother would like to know if we're still doing this dinner thing with her tomorrow.

devin: Absolutely feel free to come up with some new excuse because I've, apparently, run out of good ones.

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「 @wastcdtimes sent me 😡 for an angsty starter!

                           Being  out  late  into  the  night  was  never  a  planned  activity.  The  brunette  liked  making  sure  she  got  enough  rest,  especially  after  the  pair  moved  in  together.  Being  home  was  far  more  relaxing,  it  actually  felt  like  a  home  instead  of  just  some  apartment  where  she  would  crash  or  work  on  projects  when  she  didn't  want  to  head  into  her  office  downtown.  ❝Fu  —  Dammit,❞  words  came  jumping  out  when  she  entered  the  apartment,  managing  to  run  right  into  a  piece  of  furniture.  She  had  been  off  at  the  office  with  Ian,  a  name  that  hadn't  been  mentioned  in  more  than  a  year  now,  needing  help  going  over  designs  and  needing  some  extra  tips  for  the  upcoming  projects  her  focus  was  turning  towards.  It  was  her  fault,  really,  she  had  a  habit  of  letting  time  get  away  from  her  when  all  of  her  attention  was  on  a  project  she  wanted  to  put  her  all  into.  But  returning  to  the  home  when  it  was  almost  morning,  it  was  something  she  never  did.  Though,  she  did  make  sure  to  leave  a  voicemail  for  the  other,  not  wanting  him  to  worry.  The  only  time  she  ever  worked  throughout  the  night  was  if  she  was  home  or  if  she  was  planning  to  crash  in  her  office,  mainly  because  she  hated  driving  in  the  middle  of  the  night.  ❝I'm  sorry,  I  didn't  mean  to  wake  you  up,❞  she  let  out  quietly  as  she  worked  to  pull  off  her  boots,  a  quick  apology  the  second  she  realized  he  wasn't  passed  out.

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└ snap: tba

「 muse: devin bahar. / open to: all genders. / connection: best friend, boyfriend/girlfriend, fwb, etc. just let me know. 」

DEVIN: accidentally flashed everyone at a restaurant at lunch today DEVIN: so that was nice DEVIN: let’s all pray my full-on bare tits don’t make it on a magazine cover in the next week DEVIN: is this karma for going shopping without you because damn?