#aeris flores.

[bradley-banner]

bradley 📲 aeris.

Bradley: I'm having a garden pool get together with some old friends from school Bradley: you might think its the worst thing ever Bradley: but if you don't you're welcome to come.

[maura-cortes]

🍻 + “ do you regret letting me close ?” Aeris

Her knee jerk reaction is to say yes, to blame Aeris for every single thing that came from the short time they'd decided to spend together. To say he burnt her life down and left her in the ashes.

That wasn't true though, and vodka had a way of making Maura more emotional than normal.

"Yes." She speaks, more of a snap than an answer before she catches herself and lowers her tone to continue, she can already feel her eyes dampening with the memories of everything that night had resulted in.

"but I'm old enough to not be swayed by every boy that shows me attention." It'd been her excuse in her youth, with Ziggy it was supposed to be different, he was her adult relationship, he was the one that she was going to build a life with, and she'd thrown it away for what? Because Aeris had told her she looked hot that night.

Ziggy had given her a similar reaction on the way out of the door and she'd responded with a lighthearted giggle, an I love you, and a kiss that promised he'd see her at the end of her night.

"We both fucked up, I thought he'd forgive, I was wrong and I need you to leave me alone because thats just—" she waves her hand at him, not sure how to get her words out. "I'm tired of hating you when the person I really hate is myself."

@aeris-flores / @ziggykyeons.

[bradley-banner]

with: @aeris-flores

"I know." She hums back in response, and honestly? She wouldn't want a game throwing for her, that'd remove half of the fun of the game. Keeping such a close score between them kept her on her a-game, a little friendly competition.

It was surreal, how people of her past could just whisk away the weight of the world for an hour. Like she was nobody, with no responsibility, just free to figure it out. Reconnecting with Aeris had it's other perks, part of her felt like Beau was about to walk through the door, just like he had when they'd all been teenagers.

( Not that that had ever been the case, Bradleys life was planned before she'd even taken a breath by herself. )

"Interesting tactic." She remarks with an air of seriousness that would concern someone who didn't know she was probably joking, words dancing off of the tip of her tongue as she cocks her brow ever so slightly. "— but you're denying my ability to handle myself." And handle herself she could, Bradley knew the importance of showing her best self to the world, even if that meant a lack of messy nights out.

"Yeah, you have to stick to that one." Probably one of her least favourites. Somehow it required a talent she didn't quite seem to possess all that well, but maybe she'd get lucky. At least until there was a lack of balls to pick from. "I don't eat wings." She answers, half-joking, she could eat wings, but that meant an extra half hour with her personal trainer in the morning, and that was on top of the extra half hour she'd already scheduled just to allow her to be guilt free on the beer.

She leans back against a ceiling beam, a swig of drink passing by her lips as she kept a close eye on the ball that Aeris had picked, an internal wince taking place when he seems to pot the ball ever so easily, but then he misses and that wince removes itself.

Shifting on the balls of her feet, Bradley steps towards the table, switching places with Aeris, her gaze flitting over balls so she could pick the easiest to pot. "Oh you know—" she begins, glancing up for a second "looking at buying property in Malibu." She's sure some people already know, she'd been spotted walking around with a realtor and rumours of her moving home had been swirling for weeks. "You?"

Leaning further into the pool table, she takes aim on her chosen ball and pots it in her allotted pocket with what looks to be much more ease than she feels, sure it'd miss. Same with the next, but then she gets cocky, missing the third.

"I wouldn't throw a game for you, Bradley." Not with this years-long tally. The one he kept track of for so long, until he stopped. That blip of time where Aeris vanished from contact with most people from his teen years until he ended up in Aurora Bay. It isn't that it's so much a fresh start as it is him shedding off what makes him heavy with resentment.

Bradley had been a nice reminder of the past, one of the few welcomed faces. Someone to remind him of the better memories before homelessness and poverty. Aeris has struck up their old games, and he's been keeping track since.

"It's a decent sized cocktail list. At some point I'll be winning just because you can't aim for the pocket. But, it would be a win." Aeris will take that victory, even if it means she's practically falling over. (He wouldn't allow that, he'd be throwing her in the backseat of his car before he'd let her lay down on The Reef's floor.) But…

A win is a win.

"I haven't played one-pocket in forever, but I think the first ball you sink becomes your pocket, right?" That and there's no deals with solids or stripes. Just sink. That part he's certain on. Aeris leans over the table to take aim behind the cue ball, aiming for the lower corner pocket. "Chips are in on the deal. Maybe an order of wings. Habanero flavored."

The first ball sinks, and Aeris barely contains his excitement, cheering. "One point!" Though he sobers up from his excitement when the second ball misses. He's frowning when he straightens, taking to his beer just as Bradley had to hers and gestures for her to take over.

"So, what's new in the world of Bradley?" Attempted small talk for the sake of distraction.

@bradley-banner

[willow-thomas]

Willow: are you going to this halloween thing too? Willow: and also do you have a spare stylus?

@aeris-flores

[dilcne]

closed: @aeris-flores location: their house

Hearing his footsteps above her, usually brought a sense of comfort — she knew he was home, she knew he was safe and more importantly, she wouldn't be leaving disappointed if she knocked on a door with no-one behind it. But since their argument, or rather her attempt at berating him in front of a crowd, the faint thuds only brought her annoyance and irritation.

It was late, and maybe he wasn't alone, but her ears couldn't decipher whether there were two pairs of feet dancing around upstairs, or he was simply a busy man. Either way, it began to drive her insane — maybe with curiosity and jealously in the passenger seat.

She ascended the stairs, purposely stomping her feet, so her arrival wasn't unexpected. With a fist banging on the door, she stood firmly with a frown plastered across her face, only deepening when he eventually came to her.

"Could you be any fucking louder? Tell your girlfriend that some of us have work in the morning and we'd actually like to get some sleep."

[milaxclarke]

closed: @aeris-flores location: henna booth @ flower festival

"I want something like this." Mila said, practically shoving the phone in front of his face. Her inspiration drawing from the white sundress she adorned upon her.

"Can you do that, or is it too complicated for you?" Her eyes gave him a once over, while the corner of her lips didn't resist urge to curve into a daring smirk.

[fayekwans]

closed: @aeris-flores

location: his apartment

"Ding dong," Faye said flatly as she closed Aeris's front door behind her. She'd demanded a spare key from him as soon as she'd made the official move to Aurora Bay, and while she respected his boundaries enough to not use it all too liberally, she definitely wasn't afraid to use it.

She placed a bottle of bourbon down on the coffee table — a piece offering of sorts for barging into his space. "You haven't been answering my texts."

[ziggykyeons]

🔥 + aeris

"His most attractive quality is the way he doesn't let the fact that he's repulsive on both the inside and the outside hold him back an iota. A more self-aware man would have some semblance of shame about all the many, many ways he's a walking mistake but not Aeris, no ma'am. The more abominable he gets, the stronger he becomes. If I didn't find his little routine so utterly boring now I can see him for what he is, I'd almost dare to say it's fascinating watching him move through life like a venereal disease." @aeris-flores

send me a 🔥 and i’ll tell you one thing my muse finds attractive about yours

[yvonnesayler]

Status: Closed for @aeris-flores Location: Driftwood Coffee

Focused as Yvonne is on touching up her lipstick in a pocket-sized mirror, it takes her a second to realize she's blocking someone from reaching the station behind her with all of the accoutrements. "Oh," she says, finishing up and snapping the mirror closed, then grabbing her own coffee off of it, "Sorry." As she steps aside she actually looks at him, then, and realizes she knows him, and had in fact almost definitely slept with him recently. "Oh! Um—Aaron, right? You work at the tattoo parlor. How are you?"

[cricketcampbell]

♠ What (if any) tattoos does your character have?

"Oh my God, yay, tattoo tour! I guess I'll just go in order--which, okay, yikes, so my first one's this lady bug, right above my elbow. It was my sixteenth birthday present from my mom; she got a bumblebee in the same spot, because I was bug and she was bee. Libby, get it? Then I got the scorpius constellation under my collarbone for my eighteenth birthday, since I'm, y'know, a scorpio...a little basic, I know, but in my defense, I was eighteen! I didn't get any more until culinary school, when I had this instructor that was always getting on me about not holding my knife right. He'd literally come and draw a red X on my finger to remind me not to hold it out on across the top of the blade, so on the last day of class, I purposely made him come over one last time so he could see that instead of having to draw that X, I'd gotten a little chefs knife tattooed there as, like, a permanent reminder...and then later that night after all of us got drunk to celebrate graduating, I let one of my classmates stick and poke "eat well" onto the finger next to it. They're both pretty faded, so I've def been thinking about getting them touched up."

"What else...well, duh, okay, I'm just going out of order now, because I literally can't not show off my Diet Coke tattoo. Then there's the mushroom on my hip, my angel numbers on the back of my neck, the olive branch behind my ear, some passport stamps from when I was traveling, um, what else... this cute little clothesline on my thigh, the sardines on my ribs--love, love a tinned fish, don't even get me started...and then the rest are really just, like, some impulse Friday the 13th flash ones, like my scorpion, a lava lamp, the frog wearing a cowboy hat on my ankle...that one was Mack, actually. I named him Cheddar, because, like, mac and cheese...it's dumb, but I had to cover him with a bandaid for, like, weeks after we broke up, because he just made me sad to look at, but he really is too cute to ignore, and he definitely turned out way better than the tattoo Mack let me do on him. I'd say that I can't believe he actually let me, but I really can...I just don't think I get why. I don't think I pulled even a single straight line, I was so nervous. Like I’m pretty sure I remember literally closing my eyes at one point."

"But my biggest and the most recent piece is the dinner scape set up that I got from Aeris last August that I'm still so obsessed with. I've been meaning to text him to see if he'd be down to do my next idea...which may or may not be the lobster from the Trader Joe's bag. He's just so cute, sue me! Oh, and then Maura and I just have to figure out where we want to go for our matching ice creams since between the two of us, all four of the artists at Crescent Moon are kind of a no go...but I did just follow this super cool artist named Orla that I was actually gonna send to her and see what she thought about hitting up, so. I feel like I'm probably forgetting one or two, but I think altogether that's...fourteen? Fifteen? I still love them all so much, but I can't think about the permanence of them for too long or I will start to panic."

ft. @mackmontgomery, @aeris-flores, @maura-cortes

Character Appearance Meme

[pcrdita]

who: @aeris-flores where: pitstop

"i'll be with ya in a second." jude calls from underneath the car he was working on, he could hear footsteps pacing up the entrence after a car door slammed shut. the sedan he was tinkering with was decked out with batman decorations, including a large bat sign on the hood, quit the sight to behold. as stange as it looked, it was nice to have a bit of variety when working on the same kind of cars all day to make work interesting.

[bradley-banner]

text | aeris x bradley.

Bradley: how do you feel about a high society art event in NYC?

[maura-cortes]

be honest… was aeris worth it?

"No."

"Neither was being truthful."

( @aeris-flores, @ziggykyeons )

[dilcne]

closed: @aeris-flores location: sharky's

Lorna was still recovering from her last night 'on the town', and for someone that doesn't usually drink, she'd certainly made it a night to remember — or rather not remember, and maybe that was beneficial for everyone involved. However, with an excuse to dress up as one of her favorite movie characters — with some alternations, because who wanted wear a floor length ball gown in a bar — she found herself in Sharky's, which was admittedly more her style than Oasis.

"Oh look, it's the big bad wolf." She teased with a small smile, as she leaned against the bar where she'd found her neighbor, and admittedly her late night savior. "Come to party it up after eating Lil' Red?" Her jokes weren't funny, but unfortunately that was lost on her warped idea that she was in fact comedic. "What're you drinking? I figure I owe you one... or two."

[ziggykyeons]

👄 + Aeris Flores

"Speaking about Aeris Flores is quite literally a waste of my breath, but if you insist, I suppose I can indulge it. That man is a certifiable lunatic, I've never met someone so detached from the idea of empathy in my life. It's honestly a little scary how easily he eats up his own delusions. If you're going to fuck someone over by fucking their girlfriend, the bare minimum you can do is be a man and own what you did. Not Aeris, no. He'd rather reach for the moon trying to re-frame that as something a little less ugly, like he just had to do it to show me my relationship was doomed.

It's pathetic, he's pathetic.

It used to make my blood boil any time I'd think of his hideous little face, but now I don't think about him much at all. I associate his name with pity. Not for him, but for the people close to him who haven't seen his true colors yet because he can't hide those forever and once you see the truth of him there's nothing there that's worth sticking around for.

I hope the grift still works for him when he's pushing sixty and has no one left around him that can muster up the will to give a shit about him." @aeris-flores

send a ‘👄 + character name’ and my muse will talk about that character

[cricketcampbell]

👀 have you ever had house envy from someone you work for.

"More like kitchen envy. Architectural Digest spread on Bradley Banner's home when? If I could get the marbling from that kitchen island tattooed on me, I would. Wait, actually..."

@bradley-banner / @aeris-flores (expect a text, buddy)