#int. river flores.

[ofrovers]

who: @dmndmyths​ where: islesbury university’s library and archives.

river startles, coughing himself awake. jerking in his seat, he thumps at his chest with his fist. his throat ached - he must have been sleeping with his mouth open. he sincerely hopes that some insect had not journeyed there, this being the reason he is pulled from slumber. taking a moment to come to, he sees rose opposite, fast asleep. the library is dark, and their papers remain strewn across the table. he checks his watch: 3:22 am.  “ah, shit,” river scrambles, trying to stand, but he stumbles with delirium. “rose, psst, rose!” he reaches and shakes her shoulder. “we’ve got a situation. we’re locked in. and what’s worse, it’s the witching hour.”

[ofrovers]

who: @pcranoid​​ ! where: close to midnight, happy hour.

the night draws in, and river is grateful for the reprieve of an ending. he suspects that the lights will flood at any minute, sharpening the senses of the inebriated, all of whom will jostle for the exit before their carefully constructed masks are revealed. now that he is an clear-eyed observer, he can find the humour in the facade. and yet, with the gentle pulsation of the music, and the intermittent tinkling of laughter, he wishes he cradled something stronger. river did not want to be here - but he could not leave joselyn sat here alone.  his hands dart to steady her barstool that shakes when she shifts. “i have no idea how i’m going to get you home, y’know,” he rolls his shoulder, “i’m achy, and i’m so, so old. i’ve got ear hairs sprouting ear hairs.”

[ofrovers]

where: westview college who: @dmndmyths​

“greetings to the darling rose of westview, it is i, your humble servant, passing through this miserable mortal coil to present you with a gift.”

head appearing from the opening of the ajar door, river grinned wildly, slinking into rose’s office like a mischievous schoolboy. he acted as if time was of no constriction; he lounged in the desk chair opposite, feet crossed, a bronzed column of unadulterated leisure.

coffee placed on her desk, river spoke in his usual way, slowly, like his words needed time to sit on his tongue before coming to full-bodied fruition. “i couldn’t remember how you liked it. but i figured, after the day you’ve had, you’ll need it extra strong.”

[ofrovers]

where: side of a road, heartbreak hotel, trauma city who: @brighternite​

like it always did, his stomach dropped when he saw her. it accompanied a lump in his throat, a difficulty with words, and a peculiar sluggishness, like he had been asleep for days and has been forced awake. sweat trickled down his spine as he slowed, pulling into the bay behind.

he sat for a few moments, fingers thrumming the steering wheel. this was the part he hated the most; acting, pretending that he was fine with this. he was not, river had never been fine with this.

“careful, mer!” river called, stepping from his car, now beaming from ear-to-ear. “it’s a busy road, and your tyres out. why aren’t your hazards on?” he was cool as a cucumber. calm, collected. composed... and completely and utterly, full of shit.

“let me have a look at this, see if i can fix it, yeah?”

[ofrovers]

howdy, neighbour!

closed starter for @merckiii​

swaddled in corduroy, the rain soaked kitten mewled, warmed by the embrace of river’s jacket. his shirt beneath was sodden, as was his hair, which is plastered to the ridges of his skull as if painted by thick, inky brushstrokes.

‘hey, rez!’ with one arm tucked beneath the shaking kitten, his knuckle wrapped her door in quick succession. ‘come help me with this!’ the canopy above did little to shield him from the rain, and water streamed down his face.

[ofrovers]

where: baker’s delight ! who: @mayshyne​ ( any muse ! ) 

river seldom feels it, but right then, he is almost floored by his embarrassment. he pats his jacket once more, as if by doing so, his wallet would magically appear. “i’m so sorry,” he turns, gaze sheepish, “i have too much pride to go out turning tricks, and i don’t even want to be asking you this but... have you got a couple of bills i can borrow, please?”

[ofrovers]

closed starter for: @nicoahn​

river sat in stupefied silence. his grin, usually wide and edged with age, diminished. his eyes flicked to the page, to nico, and to the page again. how could this be? how could a man that marvels in the wonders of books, going so far as to engage them in trade, deface them in such a way?  “well,” river sniffs, cricking his neck. “nico, i am severely disappointed in you. if you wish to write, there is paper for that. blank paper.” river is on his high horse, as if he is an age-old dignitary in the world of academia. “in future, remind me to never let you borrow any of my books. good god, man.”

[ofrovers]

💰. to River from Gina

"just so you know, i've got dibs on baby spice."

[ofrovers]

🥂 from alexander to river

"why, thank you! aren't you just a doll?""

[ofrovers]

💰 for each pairing!

"although in the name of charity, i am already regretting this."

"oh stop it, you! i'm blushing."

[ofrovers]

✉ ↪ alex .

flores. : for a supposed BFFL4EVA, you're LACKING!!!

flores. : come and meet me. let's go somewhere. i am so bored!