#❝ interactions ☩ daniel hartley ❞

[ofdanny]

   “i don’t even wanna be in this shit place…” he groaned inwardly. ‘it’ll be good for you to gain some perspective.’ perspective my fucking ass. running his fingers through his tangled hair before taking another sip of the burning liquid. if he really thought about, him being here was best case scenario… away from the company — from his father. fuck. he tilted the glass once more and downed it in one go before slamming down. this time he groaned aloud drawing some eyes towards him. “fuck you looking at?” he muttered only to receive soft gasps and glares. he looked like shit and he knew it— dark eyes, shaggy hair, and this was his… fourth drink? dark hues met lighter ones behind the counter. “ay,” his fingers tapped the counter twice. “‘nother round.” best to keep'em coming.

[astrcphobic]

closed starter ft. @lonqdistance

   his fingers brushed out the wrinkles of his shirt, his eyes speculating himself carefully. he went for his same look: unruly hair, dark shirt, dark jeans. damn. maybe he should switch it up tonight? he couldn't help but suppress a snort. for a party? it was a struggle for him to where suits and ties for his business meetings, much less some trivial event like tonight. besides, the most he would do tonight was drink and --- well, drink. a heavy sigh escaped his lips just as a familiar knock on the door interrupted his thoughts. his fingers gripped the handle tightly and swung the door open, with no greeting smile. as usual it was his good friends--- his only friends, but friend nonetheless. his eyes settled on a petite figure behind the pair and the corners of his mouth tugged downward. what the fuck? "'sup guys. who’s the chick?" he muttered, giving the pair of them a pointed look and then back at the female behind them.

[astrcphobic]

closed starter ft. @icekisseds

    he could feel his heartbeat in his head, throbbing interminably. taking a long sip of his drink at hand, the boy couldn’t take another syllable from the other. he told them that he was in no mood to talk, ( when was he ever ?? ), he hardly knew the person, and yet they still persistently tried to force a conversation. a fake laugh fell from his petals— “yeah, no totally, but hey— here’s a thought,” his index finger tapped his temple once before continuing. “how about you shut the fuck up ??” he released another humorless laugh before returning to his drink. why would they want to talk to him anyways ?? his eyes were bloodshot, he reeked of alcohol, and he looked as if he hadn’t slept in days because he hadn’t, his eyes haggard.  “thought i told you i didn’t want to talk.”

[ofdanny]

tag dump.

[astrcphobic]

❝ open to m/f, m/m, and non-binary ✘ ❞

  he could feel his heartbeat in his head, throbbing interminably. taking a long sip of his drink at hand, the boy couldn’t take another syllable from the other. he told them that he was in no mood to talk, ( when was he ever ?? ), he hardly knew the person, and yet they still persistently tried to force a conversation. a fake laugh fell from his petals— “yeah, no totally, but hey— here’s a thought.” his index finger tapped his temple once, before continuing. “how about you shut the fuck up ??” he released another humorless laugh before returning to his drink. why would they want to talk to him anyways ?? his eyes were bloodshot, he reeked of alcohol, and he looked as if he hadn’t slept in days because he hadn’t, his eyes haggard.  “thought i told you i didn’t want to talk.”

[astrcphobic]

tag dump !!