#ches elswood

[softceleste]

"You didn't even falter, didn't look back once, did you? So Samson blamed Delilah, but given half the chance I would have made him weaker too."

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[gccdwitch]

@likeswallowstosea

Alfie is incredibly good at plans. This is a fact, even though all of his friends refuse to acknowledge it. One forms in his mind the moment he spots Ches in the crowd and he inches closer to her, barely containing his giggles as he leaves his friends behind so he can go through with this. Oh, this is brilliant! “Oh my Gods,” he gasps and points to one of the windows behind her, trying his best to look shocked. “Elswood! Look at that Pegasus over there!” Taking advantage of the distraction that he’s created, he sticks his foot out right in front of her, staring down at it like that would somehow help trip her.

[gccdwitch]

Solomon’s heart sinks at Ches’s words. Was he a better man than James, though? Was he really? Most days he thought he was nowhere even close to being a good person and he was sure that most of his old friends would eagerly agree with that assessment. Things with Amber, after all, wouldn’t have ended the way they did if he was a good person. He doesn’t want his best friend to be aware of such morbid thoughts, though, so he just smirks at her. “Now why are you buttering me up so much today? I’d do anything you ask me to even without the compliments. Feel free to do it some more, though. I’m enjoying myself.” That out of the way, his expression grows softer, more genuine. “You’re my favorite, too. Just promise not to tell Parker.” Solo just nods through her worried speech. It’s far from the first time he’s hearing some variation of it and it’s definitely not going to be the last if the way most of the people around him were determined to remind him how shitty his nutritional habits are was anything to go by. “Absolutely not,” he tells Ches firmly, shaking his head. “You have more than enough on your plate, you don’t need to worry about my diet on top of everything.” He sighs and barely resist the urge to run a hand through his gelled hair. “I appreciate the gesture, I really do, and don’t get me wrong, I’d love to get to see you more often but it’s just not something you should be concerning yourself with. You’d be wasting too much of your time and your energy and you need both of those things.”

He snorts at her, shrugging his shoulders. “I guess you will. I look forward to whatever you come up with eventually.” Ches’s flirting brightens his mood further and he easily slips into the familiar cocky grin he so often wears. “There’s no way I’m even half as pretty as you are when you’re being my passenger princess.” Solomon taps his fingers on the desk, a rhythm even he’s not sure of before he pockets his car keys from the desk. “Flattery will not get you anywhere near the bill, though. But I guess, it’s settled, I’m going to be driving.” He shakes his head, taking the letter out. “I’m not nervous, at all,” Solo assures her, beaming at her quickly before taking a seat in his chair. “Just wanted to make sure you’re not uncomfortable.” And with that, Solomon practically devours the letter, eyes drinking in every single word. He’s done in record time and quickly starts rereading it. He’s smiling so wide it hurts when he’s done and he puts it back in the envelope with great care before finding a good place for it in his briefcase. “You know I’m seriously proud of you, right?” Sure, he’d reminded Ches of that before almost every show and especially before the one referenced in the letter but it never hurt to say it one more time. “You’re seriously one of the most amazing and impressive people I know. And you deserve all you’ve accomplished and more. And I'd never try to 'get you out of my hair'. I love having you around and I missed you a lot.” / @likeswallowstosea

For a brief moment, Ches thinks he might speak again, rattling off whatever thought had crossed his mind before he shuts his mouth suddenly. Had she said something wrong? No, not if the way he quickly moved past it and dove into teasing her he’d cry if he wasn’t her favorite with a chuckle and a shrug was any hint. But that twinge of disappointment was still there, her stomach twisting with it as she tried to brush the feeling under the rug. “Sol.” The word feels oddly serious rolling off her tongue as she tries to meet his gaze, looking up at him. “You know you’ll always be my favorite, right? Even when I was with- well, you’ve always been the better man.” She doesn't correct the slip, better man, better lawyer, both were undeniably true. “You might wind up getting the opportunity to remind me every day at this rate. Caffeine is a diuretic, and with the amount you drink I’m surprised there’s any water left in your body at all. Whatever am I going to do with you?” Despite the dramatic sigh, there’s affection in her green eyes. “If I get moving early enough, I probably could start dropping you off a lunch on my way to class in the morning…” Whether or not Solo would actually make time to eat it if she wasn’t there might be another story, but it was worth a shot.

Immune to her puppy eyes? Ches frowns, twirling a strand of hair around her finger. “I guess I’ll just have to change tactics then.” She said. To what she wasn’t quite sure yet, but she’d figure it out eventually. In the meantime though, she was content to bide her time. “I’ll let you drive if I can buy, and you know, you look really pretty in the driver’s seat.” She winks, a playful grin on her lips. Sure, she knew that wasn’t going to sway him, but she couldn’t resist the urge to tease him a bit. “Babe, I’m absolutely positive. We’ve got time, I’m not in any rush.” She reassures him, moving to sit on the edge of his desk. “if it’s the thought of me watching you read making you nervous though, I can scroll through Twitter or something while you read. Maybe I’ll find a stupid take to send you?” Maybe if he got so invested fighting someone on Twitter, she’d be able to run off with the bill. Although knowing Solo, he’d probably set it down the second he sensed it was time to pay. @gccdwitch

[silverduckie]

I don’t want to talk right now, I just want your arms wrapped around me in this moment before it runs out.

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[littlcsongbirdmusings]

[of-all-irrelevance]

@littlestcheshire​

Fane stared at his phone for far longer than he probably meant to. He’d read Ches’ words over and over again, running them through his head. Fuck. He got up quickly, tucking his phone into his pocket and grabbing one the protein balls from Win. He was going to need a boost for this.

Fane went in search of Ches. He didn’t bother responding to her messages or even sending one of his own. He had somewhere to be, and that somewhere was with his friend. It took him a while, but finally, he managed to track down Ches in the Home Ec room, the smell of cookies accompanying the discovery. Fane took a bite of the protein ball, reminding himself that he needed the protein first, then he could have cookies. He knocked on the door before pushing his way in, finishing off the protein ball quickly. “Hey kid,” he said softly, walking over towards her. “You alright?”

[likeswallowstosea]

“Does it look like I’m joking? It’s only like $500.” Which, by all accounts, was simply allowance money to Jamie. Okay, so maybe he was self-aware enough to know Spencer didn’t get as much as he did in allowance, and that’s if he even still got it now he was out of his parent’s house. Why was he acting like this was actually something massive? It wasn’t like a down payment on a car, or a house, or something ridiculous, it was just a video game console. “Why not? It’s for self-care, you just finished a college semester, and it’s not that expensive. Pretty sure this shirt cost more.” He shrugs, “so let’s just grab it and a couple games, second controller… what else do you need?” This was more the twins and Effie’s alley, come to think of it. They’d know what to get Spencer. Wait- there was no way Ches knew Spencer wanted one of these. If she had, he would have already had one.

Well, he knew what angle to try next if Spencer didn’t let him buy it.

"Are you kidding? Fuck no, forget it." Spencer was barely getting by paying his share of rent, there was no way he could justify throwing that kind of money down the drain just for a playstation 5 when he already had a perfectly fine PS4 courtesy of his roommate. He was about to move on until he noticed Jamie pulling out his card. "No way, man, absolutely not." Spencer said, halting him before he could even verbally offer. "Look, it's nice and all, and thanks, but- no thanks. It's not I need it."

[in-the-dark-trees-shadow]

@littlestcheshire

Caitriona fixed the ears on her head, smiling softly. She was trying to keep them on, after all, they were made for her by Balo and she did like them. But she had a habit of taking hats and things off her head, had ever since she could remember. She was looking forward to the adventures in Disneyland though. She had no idea what she was going to do, but that didn’t matter. That was the point of an adventure.

Currently, she was finding her friends, making sure she got selfies with her friends to send to her brother. Which is how she tracked down the pink-haired birthday girl. “Hey, Pink,” she called, waving Ches over. “Two things, one, happy birthday. Two, come get a picture with me. Ruaridh wants pictures. Oh, and I’m making you a cake when we get home. So I suppose that’s three things.”

[luxorgossip]

Did you read that essay Ches texted everyone a few weeks ago? BORING.

I stopped reading after the second sentence. I just want to know what the point was? He’s already in prison. What are we supposed to do?

[littlcsongbird]

So it’s Balo’s birthday and while this has post-Centuries spoilers lying around, I really hope nobody is able to get what they are 100%. Mostly because I actively tried to ensure I wasn’t making the end obvious. There’s a hint but for now I think it’s fine?

[softceleste]

The Strangers: Chapter 1 (2024, dir. Renny Harlin)

Froy Gutierrez as Ryan Madelaine Petsch as Maya

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[gccdwitch]

Alfie pffts and waves his hand in clear dismissal. “Fret not, Elswood. I assure you everyone I go out with is already smitten with me. I tend to have that effect on people. I’m surprised you haven’t noticed.” Though he looks extremely smug as he says that, the shrug he does is casual, the picture of humility almost. “Well, you really don’t have that much competition. Most people give up after I get annoyed enough that things near them end up sliced in half. It’s called self-preservation, I believe.” A bitterness slips into his voice as he admits as much, his expression growing more serious at his own reminder. Ches, too, would be wiser to give up on interacting with him, especially in the way they do, but if there’s one thing that Alfie has learned about her through the years is that her sense of the aforementioned self-preservation is nearly entirely lacking. Cue the asshole of an ex-fiancée and constantly putting herself in danger and their rivalry. Alfie heaves a deep sigh, running his hand through his hair both out of mild annoyance and to fix the mess she’s made out of it. “Well, I sure hope you do not mean a partner in the romantic sense. Because that’s weird. And uncomfortable.” He loathed it when someone suggested that he and Quinn could be involved romantically, no matter how serious or joking. It was a frequent occurrence, of course (because Gods forbid two people of the opposite sex lived together) but it didn’t make it any less bothersome. Quinn was his best friend, one of the best people he knew and the one he trusted the most on this world. And that’s it. He’s never had any sort of romantic attraction or intention towards her and thank fuck for that. “I don’t want to listen to you when you’re spewing bullshit. Try saying something normal for a change and maybe I might consider listening to you.” Alfie purses his lips. “And Elijah should count. We’re still friends and we met when we were children so basically, we’ve kept our friendship the entire team. That sounds right.” It doesn’t, not really, but he doesn’t want Ches to be correct either.

“And did it occur to you that maybe I didn’t want your attention but I just wanted to see you fall flat on your ass?” Alfie cocks an eyebrow, crossing his arms in front of his chest. Sure, he had wanted her attention, at least for a little bit. It had been a while since they’ve been mean to each other and a part of him was starting to miss it. But his plan had truly been just to trip Ches and then run away before she can exact her revenge, spend the next week in anticipation for her to strike back maybe. He hadn’t expected to linger, to have a seemingly proper conversation about their relationship. Alfie also doesn’t expect her to start crying. “Oh nooo.” Horror fills his expression as he sees the tears flowing down Ches’ cheeks. “No, no, no, no.” He holds his hands up in panic though he doesn’t dare actually touch her, head swiveling from side to side as he searches for someone who could help him out. Where the fuck was Quinn when someone actually needed her? Either Balo or Zander magically appearing next to them would be fucking grant but they don’t and he can’t find them in the crowd either. Alfie really didn’t think that whatever he said could make Ches cry. Get kind of annoyed at him, sure, but he wasn’t expecting fucking tears of all things and now he feels extremely uncomfortable. “Do you want to punch me? Would that make you feel better?” Truly the best solution to his current problem would probably be to dip. Run away and leave a crying Ches to fend for herself. But he can’t imagine his cousins would be very happy with him if he did that and he doesn’t want to get scolded or to disappoint them. They’re like, his favorite family members. “Oh.” Her offer has him scrunching up his face, looking very much like he’d eaten something sour, eyes flitting all around the room in search for an escape route once more. “I appreciate the gesture,” Alfie says, barely forcing himself to get the words out, “but you don’t have to do that. Seriously. You can just… go and chill with whoever you want. Don’t let me stop you from hanging out with your friends. I’ll be fine. I was going to be with Elijah and Jesse and the others and, like, I don’t know, do you really want to sit with them? I don’t think so.”

Maybe Ches could have argued with him more about the pegasi, but in actuality he wasn’t far off. Plus she’d been a bit too focused on following through with the next step of the game, grinning as he calls her an asshole. What was she supposed to do when he laid out his cards on the table so clearly for her? “Getting someone to go out with you and getting them to fall for you are entirely different things. You’re bragging about the easy part, babe.” If she was being honest, as irritating and obnoxious was, he probably could do the hard part too if he’d actually bothered trying. Not that she’d ever tell him that, there was no fun to be had in such a thing. Although, her smile faults for a moment when he brings up her relationship history. Did he really have to bring her engagement into this? She schools her expression, shrugging. “Maybe, and yet you didn’t deny that I'm your favorite. I must be doing something right.” She said, and maybe he had a point to bring it up. After all, even she could tell that everything with James had distracted her from her rivalry with Alfie. If he wanted her to put more effort in, well, she was happy to oblige, she just had to wait for the best moment to strike. And when he reaches out to mess up her hair, she tries to pull away, okay maybe she’d earned this but did he have to get so close to do it? “I didn’t say friends, I said partners, and this is the second time I’ve had to correct you because you didn’t listen to what I said in the last few minutes. I feel like we’re drifting apart, Fettuccine.” Ches lets out a dramatic sigh, “and you know Elijah doesn’t count; he wouldn’t even talk to you for years.”

For a brief moment, she frowns after Alfie refuses her offer to help him up. Well, she’d been trying to be nice for once, but if the roles were reversed, it wasn’t like she’d trust him to have good intentions with the gesture. But, he’d certainly gave her inspiration for her next move. “Hey, I didn’t rate you a zero out of ten, I rated this specific attempt for my attention a zero.” She said softly, her tone weirdly serious for the conversation. “But I see your point, I’m being unfairly harsh. You’re standing here making an attempt, and I haven’t been spending enough time with you lately because James keeps harassing me, and yet I had the audacity of telling you it’s not enough. I’m sorry.” She said, tears forming in her eyes. The ability to cry on command certainly had its uses, and if it threw him off for even a second, it’d probably be worth triggering herself by thinking about her mother’s body for a moment to get them flowing. “I’ll make it up to you.” She adds, trying to wipe the waterworks away for realism’s sake, although she doubted she could stop crying now even if she wanted to. “Where are you sitting? I’ll join you. I was gonna sit with Zander and Lucy but…”

[silverduckie]

Being with you is easy, easy as breathing; only you can see me when the lights go out.

[littlcsongbirdmusings]

[askthecenturiescharactersarchive]

Since I’m casually debating revamping the blog for the lols, divide between old Centuries and new Centuries. I’ll... update the cast list later I stg.

[gccdwitch]

Lucielle’s whole body goes tense as her friend suggests drinking. One sharp turn on her heel later, she’s facing Ches, her expression softening ever so slightly when she clarifies that the drinks don’t have to be alcoholic. “Yes, Ches,” she says. “That is a bad idea and doesn’t sound even remotely fun.” Lucy doesn’t mean to sound mean, but her worry sharpens her words, anyway. The blonde breathes in and looks around, trying to calm down. Ruining her best friend’s birthday because she’s too worried about her drinking is not on her to-do list. “I think this is much better.” Much safer, at least, though she’s not about to word it like that. “I like the rides and… stuff. Besides, you’re with me and that’s all I need to have fun. Are you not having fun? I'm sure we can think of a way to switch things up, just... not that.”

OPEN TO: Anyone MUSE: Ches Elswood PLOT: Your muse ended up getting invited to go on Ches's annual big birthday trip, and Ches is worried they're not having enough fun.

“Okay, I know this is a bad idea but I’m just saying it’s my birthday and I think if you get bored with rides we could just park-hop to Epcot and go drinking around the world. The rule is I have to get a drink in every country, not that they have to be alcoholic. So it's not like I can't if you think you'd have more fun doing something like that instead.” Sure, Ches would be lying if she said with everything going on that alcohol wasn’t tempting, but she was pretty sure she’d be able to handle it if they wanted to drink. “Like you know me, the adrenaline makes me feel alive so I’d be happy running ride to ride all day but I want to make sure you have fun too. You know?”