#biteswings / freya.

[eclvpses]

for: @biteswings (freya) location: waterway diner

Even though Abel regularly bent over backwards to avoid pains of his past, they had a habit of coming up when he least expected it. In the form of Freya though, it was hard to be upset by it. It was 5am, far too early to be regaling about where their relationship went wrong - and she seemed to just be getting off a graveyard shift. Abel should let her go, takeaway coffee already in hand. There was no reason for him to linger. "Freya!" Her name spilled out of his mouth in the same bittersweet reflex that made his heart still lurch towards her. From a young age Abel had always been a bit hopeless, and apparently it still rang true. "Sorry - too loud. It's early." He scolded himself, flashing her a sheepish smile. "I just -," wanted to see you. That felt far too close to the truth to admit. "wanted to say hi? I guess? Are you just getting off?"

[guiltswept]

FOR:   freya ( @biteswings ). DETAILS:   honestly. they're probably drinking lbr here...

"do you think i'm fugly? like - fucking ugly. like, incel levels of fugly?" it's a drunken lament, one spoken as they sprawl halfway off the curb, a bottle of vodka in their hand. they don't even like vodka; it's for the effect. their voice is watery. "like - does my shit stink, and i'm not even the fart?" it's the same thing once a month; gabe is the anti - narcissus for exactly three days before thinking themselves a regular adonis once again. this month, freya is victim to it. "fuck -" they roll themselves back up into a sitting position, suddenly; it's like watching a turtle right itself after landing shell - first but on 2x speed. gabe's hands find freya's shoulders, holding the blonde firm with frantic eyes, "i'm not like - that fucking freak, alf, right? that blonde fucker who keeps lamenting about how he can't get any pussy even though he wears spongebob mafia shirts and lives in his mom's basement? i'll end it now, freya - god, please - i swear to god -"

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[biolumipunk]

“God, I wish I was rich.” Stuart sighed wistfully, chucking the cucumber slice that had slipped off his eye in the air before catching it in his mouth. “Or at least a nepo baby. That's a fair trade-off, right? Like, if I don't get to have a living parent, then at least gimme a massive inheritance or directions to the pot of gold.” He'd thought about it before, how drastically his life—he—would change if he were to suddenly come into a fuckload of money. A lot more insufferable, probably, but not for long; he'd drain it all faster than a box of juice. “By the way, do you remember that couple we played tennis with a few weeks ago? Late thirties, total swingers.” Stuart pried an eye open to gauge Freya's reaction, but quickly closed it again when he realised that his masseuse was in the way, working tirelessly to get the kinks out of his forehead. “Anyway, they asked if we'd join them for dinner next week. I said yes—I mean, duh—but if they don't cover the bill, we'll just have to dine and dash, because I am soooo getting three servings of that lobster risotto.”

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