#marisol 002

[marisol-larosa]

My fingers curled protectively around the smooth ceramic clutched in my hands. Blood roared in my ears, somehow drowning out the sound of the waves that lapped at my toes. I could feel the wind pick up and tickle my hair across my face, while my skirt wrapped around my calves. I inhaled deeply and closed my eyes, imagining it was her. You’re doing the right thing. She tells me through the ocean breeze. This is what I wanted.

Suddenly, my thoughts are thrusted back to a time I desperately wanted to forget. It started with a little cough, nothing out of the ordinary for her since  chemotherapy had dried her throat. Then, the fever came. So fast; so high. She went from laughing and drinking her tea to cuddling under her blanket and shaking violently. I took her temperature. When I saw one hundred and three, I knew we were in trouble. I called Elliot in a panic and there he was, my mother in his arms as I followed them out of the building. We drove her to Mount Sinai, where my entire world fell apart.

Bacterial pneumonia. Sepsis. Organ failure. Gone. A week of suffering in the intensive care unit and then the light in my life was snuffed out. 

My mother was dreaming of the day she could return to Spain. She was so close. Too close to help me understand how this could happen. Instead of holding her hand on Levera Beach, I was holding her urn.

I felt a touch on my arm and came back to reality. The tide had risen over my ankles and tears trailed down my cheeks. “My girl,” Elliot murmured as his lips pressed to my shoulder. “Your dad and brother are here.”

The three of us shared crushing hugs that almost made me feel whole again. Elliot’s hand on my back and their arms around me pushed together the broken pieces of me, but only for a moment. We still had to let her go.

My dad murmured a Spanish catholic prayer. My brother told her how much he missed her. I thanked her for all of the lifelong lessons, the sacrifices she made, and for trusting me with caring for her during her final months. What a blessing it was.

I love you. I whispered as the wind took her ashes to the ocean, mixing with the salt and sand to become one with its infinity. I lost my breath as a gust whipped around me, almost like a hug. I like to think it was her. I love you too. 

☁︎  ☁︎  ☁︎  ☁︎  ☁︎  ☁︎  ☁︎  ☁︎  ☁︎  ☁︎  ☁︎  ☁︎  ☁︎  ☁︎

We flew back to Los Angeles the next day. Elliot spent the flight holding me, rubbing my back, kissing my face, throwing every ounce of comfort he could into me and all I felt was… grief. It swallowed everything else. He forced me to take sips of water because thirst had no room in the overwhelming sadness.

I spent days in bed while Elliot worked around the clock to care for me. Soup, electrolytes, baths — he did it all while I moved like the husk of the woman he once knew. 

Elliot didn’t sleep much in those days so when he did, he slept hard. It was the only way I was able to slip out of bed in the middle of the night, pack my bag, and leave. Adding another layer to my despair wasn’t in the cards, but I had to be selfless. I had to let him go.

El —

I cannot feel anything other than this all-consuming misery. I don’t want to subject you to it anymore. You deserve better.

I’m sorry.

M.

I left the note on the table, blocked his number, and disappeared into the night

[rededgeevents]

ᴏᴀᴋ ɪꜱʟᴀɴᴅ ʀᴏᴏᴍᴍᴀᴛᴇ ʟɪꜱᴛ

First Floor: 001: Silas Rivers & Sienna Johnson 002: Illiana Fuentes & Kyle Hale 003: Emersyn Michaels & Flynn Gilbert 004: Luke Myers & Emma Eklund 005: Pogue O'Connor & Elena Dawson 006: Leighton Whitlock & Elliot Booker 007: Maverick Anderson & Ocean Simmons 008: Max Turner & Nova Rockwell 009: Klaus Richards & Marc Hall 010: Sloane Ross & Marisol Monroe 011: Anastasia Hill & Lucas Roden

Second Floor: 001: Aurora Thompson & Chase Knight 002: Lana & Noah Rodgers 003: Teddy Wintson & Melody Hastings 004: Theodora Murphy & Georgina Russell 005: Jeremy Fellows & Katerina Lopez 006: Paco Florez & Ivy Fitzgerald 007: Alejandro Fuentes & Nicole Balliol 008: Brooke Barlow & TJ Cohen 009: Elijah Cavannaugh & Serena Bennett 010: Kirby Sinclair & Kennedy Simpson 011: Brittany Miller & Austin Barnes

Third Floor: 001: Logan Slater & Atlas Quinn 002: Olivia Bardot & Petra Cromwell 003: Freya Smith & Killian Quinn 004: Damon Henderson & Kinsley Argent 005: Mila Monroe & Tanner Sommers 006: Tyler Dupont & Autumn Hawthorne 007: Beau Williams & Arrow Ellington 008: Emmett Hills 009: Savannah Cooper & Paris Astor 010: Archibald Deaton x Eric Rose 011: Donny Keller & Delcan Mitchell

Fourth Floor: 001: Bradley Callan & Lucia Rossi 002: Cyrus Thompson & Jared Madden 003: Caleb Peace & Jasmine Harris 004: Valentina Lopez & Bonnie Brook 005: Alexa White & Wyatt Baker 006: Callopie Adams & Jayce King 007: Lydia Brown & Vincent Baxer 008: Shane Nichols & Devin Carter 009: Jax King & Juliette Maddox 010: Mariana Florez & Kiara Langford 011: Rosalie Collins & Jack Sterling

[1tboy]

jan luis castellanos, bisexual, cis-male + he/him → isn’t that manuel jaime diaz? i’ve also heard they go by the it boy. i hear they’re twenty-two and want to be a broadway actor. they seem to be hardworking & charismatic, but also perfectionist & pushy. they remind me of spotlight shining in the middle of the stage, the shine of a leather jacket, and a morning run around the park. 

                                                        ○ ′ 🌙  loved  by taco

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𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄  manuel jaime diaz 𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄  manny , mj ( close friends ) , diaz ( jock buddies ) . 𝐃𝐎𝐁  september 1, 1979 𝐀𝐆𝐄  twenty - two 𝐙𝐎𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐂  virgo 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑  cis-male 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐒  he/him 𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍  bisexual 𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐄 río san juan, dominican republic 𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐎𝐖𝐍  bronx, nyc, new york 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐒  english and spanish 𝐎𝐂𝐂𝐔𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍  senior at lawrence university

○ ′ 🌙  –––––––––––––––––––  002

𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐌  jan luis castellanos 𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐑  dark brown/black 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒  hazel eyes 𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓  5′10″ 𝐏𝐈𝐄𝐑𝐂𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒  both ears pierced 𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐎𝐎𝐒  none 𝐒𝐓𝐘𝐋𝐄  white and black t-shirts, leather jackets, golden necklace with a cross, jeans.

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𝐒𝐊𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐎𝐍 the new it boy 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘  protagonist ( enfj ) 𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄  hardworking, thoughtful, passionate, charismatic, altruistic 𝐍𝐄𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄  idealistic, perfectionist, sensitive, pushy 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓  acting, singing, dancing, staying active, basketball, soccer, knitting 𝐀𝐃𝐃𝐈𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒  working

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𝐅𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑  jaime diaz, forty-eight, restaurant owner/manager 𝐌𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑  marisol guzman diaz, fifty, nurse 𝐒𝐈𝐁𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒  none

○ ′ 🌙  –––––––––––––––––––  005

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐋𝐒        luke patterson ( julie and the phantoms ) , troy bolton ( high school musical ) , anna delvy ( inventing anna ) , blair waldorf ( gossip girl ) , finnick odair ( the hunger games ) , peter kavinsky ( to all the boys ) , hanna marin ( pretty little liars ) , june park ( tiny pretty things )

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when someone mentions the diaz family, it's nothing but good things for that family. of course it would be. they were the poster family of what the american dream was all about. the family immigrated from dominican republic in the early 80s, with a hundred dollars in their pockets and but a dream. the dream for a better life. jaime and marisol had always dreamt of living their lives in the united states, but when manuel was born, they had another dream now, to give manny the best life they could, and that was to move them to a country where anything was possible.

and that's what manuel managed to do. growing up from his humble beginnings and learn that with a bit of hard work and dedication, any dream was possible. and growing up with someone who had everything, he felt like he needed to keep up with all the things he managed. marcus was always the charming one, the trendy one, the king of the school. and manny always felt like he was just his lackey more than he was a friend. but that didn't stop manny for pursuing things he enjoyed, even if marcus wasn't into it, from being the best in whatever sport he was in, to getting a solo in the school and church choir, to ending up getting the lead role in every musical and play he had auditioned for during school. he was dream catcher, a perfectionist, an idealistic person.

the struggles came when he applied to schools, and finding out that he was an immigrant himself. for most of his life he was told that he was born in the bronx. manuel's whole life was in the states, in new york city, and discovering that he couldn't legally get a job or apply for student loans because he was not from here took a toll on his whole identity. no one knew else knew about this, not even marcus, except for esteban chamberlain, marcus' father.

after the news, he didn't stop though. he kept working hard, getting accepted to one of the best schools. his eyes were set on lawrence university. it was the most prestigious school that he knew he needed to be part of, but he knew that he would struggle to afford the school. luckily he got some money with some scholarships, but it wasn't enough. he had enough for a year, thanks to his parents saving up, but he still needed three more years worth of tuition, so he had to find some way to get the money. and so he found himself escorting, and then eventually finding a man that would eventually helped.

he managed to do all this under the books, until marcus discovered the truth. he knew about his status, he found out that he was doing escorting his freshman and sophomore year, and he knew all about the guy that he was sleeping with for money. their relationship had strained, that manny was tired of feeling less, and the night he died he had an argument with him. after his death, it was him that took over the reigns. he was next in line for valedictorian, he was given so much love after marcus died, seeing as he was the closest with him. and now he was the new it boy. it was cool, but the last thing he wanted was for people thinking he had something to do with his death.

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        CONNECTIONS

childhood friend // competition - marcus chamberlain was always on top. even though he was a close friend to him, manny felt like he was always under his shadow, never shining because he would always take the spotlight from him. and it didn't change when they went to college. but now that he has passed away, he is getting the spotlight that he deserved. but the question is, did manny have anything to do with his death?

childhood friend, found family - someone who genuinely felt a connection with. he even had a little crush on, but never really did anything because of marcus. he hopes now that marcus is gone, things with them could evolve into something stronger.

ride or die - this is a friend he had met at lawerence university, the one that became his true best friend, unlike his former frenemy. how they met was through an event, and then ended up having a few classes together as well, but they ended up hanging outside of school events and classes, which made their relationship even tighter.

current hookup/fwb - it's not serious, but just someone he has fun with. it could go either two ways, feelings may get involved and manny runs or it continues to just be fwb type deal.

more to come.

[immoralitys]

            “HEY....”   words trail off, her well-rehearsed plan of what to say slipping from her mind.   “i just wanted to see if you, uh, like.... y’know-- had any plans for your night?”   biting her bottom lip, henrie hopes to god that she doesn’t look like an absolute fool stammering in front of marisol like this.   “i saw on the schedule that your shift ended early, and i was in the neighborhood, so i wanted to see if you wanted to do something... together?”   the bit regarding ‘being around’ was a bold-faced lie, but hopefully that isn’t all too obvious.

closed for my luv @consumedbeing​ <3

[reinathane]

CLOSED / @marisolsteel ​ LOCATION: Primordial clubhouse

Truthfully, Reina doesn’t know how to act around Marisol Steel — which is new for her, considering she almost always knows what to do in sticky situations. Having to actually converse with Otto’s daughter isn’t really something she’d taken into consideration when she’d shown up on his doorstep a day ago with her own kids in tow, though, but now that Marisol is around she knows she can’t avoid it. Not only would that be rude, but she can’t imagine it’d go over well by the end of the night. So she makes her way towards the young woman when she sees her standing alone, a tight lipped smile spread across her face as she approaches. “It was nice of you to show up here tonight,” she greets, trying her best not to sound condescing although she’s sure it doesn’t sound that way. “I’m sure your father appreciates the support.”

[sadieremington]

Une deuxième chance || Sadie and Marisol

@marisolalvarezismss​

For some reason she’d managed to pick out a dress with fairly quick precision. Hair had been handled in a timely fashion, her jewelry had been swiftly chosen. It was the shoes that were tripping Sadie up. Funny how a heart could pick such small things and decide they represented something so much bigger. All the shoes she owned were lined up on the floor in front of her, an army of footwear prepared and capable of carrying her anticipatory soul into this second chance with Marisol. They had to be perfect. The right shoes. Just the right mixture of comfort and style, they needed to be soft and sweet but strong. Ridiculous....it was ridiculous. Sadie sat down on the floor in front of her army for a full hour before she finally settled on a pair of brown flats with gold trim that went perfectly with her yellow lace dress. She wanted to walk into this new start bright and earthy....feet on stable ground and her heart bursting with sunbeams. Yes, this felt right.

She gets to the restaurant early, but then she’s always early. She fiddles with the earrings Sol bought her for their one year anniversary, with the chain of the necklace she’d had custom made with a little macaroon charm on it. Sadie wanted Sol to see that pieces of her, pieces of them, had been saved and cherished all these years. Fingers fiddled and fussed nervously as she sat on a bench outside the entrance, and when she finally saw Marisol coming across the street she stood up so fast she thought she might take the whole bench with her. “You are beautiful,” she murmurs in greeting, taking the other girl’s hands in her own. Not you look beautiful, even though she did. But Sadie had always strongly maintained that Sol carried beauty in her soul, that it was a state of existence not the clothes she donned. “I hope you’re hungry. I hope this is okay.” She gestures nervously to the restaurant behind them. “Shit I should have asked if you still liked Italian. I just know we used to joke how Lady and the Tramp level cute it made us feel to have some wine and pasta.”

[cfroyharper]

“I have something new for you.” Roy says excitedly, barely able to contain himself as he settles down beside Mari, a case in his hands. Of all of the things he’s created for her these are the ones of which he’s most proud. The second he knew Mari was training to be a vigilante again he knew he had to make something to help her - and it’s taken a little longer than he would’ve liked, but it’ll definitely be worth it. “You ready? You should definitely brace yourself kiddo, it’s a real winner. I’ve outdone myself this time. If I do say so myself.” [ @mariwing ]

[midnghtr]

@mariwing !

While nothing happened to him, his body must have decided it went through enough during his experimentations. Lucas immediately started worrying about Dick in this situation. He hopes that the man was alright, even if the computer kept telling him that the older man would be fine they were capable of handling themselves. There was thoughts about his deep feelings for Dick swarming in his head, but not that he has ever said them out loud to anyone. They were why he was so worried about him of course, since he genuinely cares about him. He looks up as he’s walking, seeing one of his kids. Lucas wants to make a good impression of course, but he can’t just walk away without making sure that she wasn’t hurt with what’s going on. “Are you alright?” 

[cfarayner]

@mariwing !

[ TEXT : Mari ] → Mari! How’s Bludhaven?

[ TEXT : Mari ] → It must be so nice to be back in your city again.

[ TEXT : Mari ] → How are you feeling being back home?

[shrinemade-archive]

@perpetuallysassy

    a pause as the petite female purses her lips, eyebrows raising a bit hesitantly. ❝ is that as violent as that sounds? i feel like it does. ❞ the witch wearily brings a hand up to her lips. ❝ can’t we keep people’s tongues attached to their mouths? ❞

[tobeeuphoric]

Euphoric Muses Pt. 1

(below you will find a short blurb about each muse. it will give a little idea about them. some are more developed than others. they change depending on thread.)

001. Meet Allura “Lura” Crivelli (The Lover)

Age: 28 (plus or minus 5 depending on thread)

Face Claim: Adria Arjona

Occupation: Relationship Counselor

Sexuality: Hetero

Blurb: She was a dream. Something that you had but can never hold onto. A complex, strong, and highly opinionated woman. Lu was a typical rich kid. Broke the law and got away with it because money gets you everywhere in society. As an adult not much has changed. She has her own money this time. Refuses to settle for anything less than she is worth. Just like any other person she is damaged. She tries to keep it together but even someone who has everything has to break.

Status: Open

002. Meet Samuel “Sam” Polites (The Sun)

Age: 32 (plus or minus 5 depending on thread)

Face Claim: Chris Wood

Occupation: App Developer

Sexuality: Bi

Blurb:  He grew up on land but found himself in the stars. Samuel Polites was that one nerd that would be bullied in high school if he didn't also play sports. He's charming. Someone you can't help but love because they have that warmth. The type of feeling that you get around your favorite person. He is obsessed with space. If he could marry a planet he would. That comes from the fact that his dad worked for NASA. He's skilled in dad jokes and The Office references.

Status: Open

003. Meet Nemoran “Nemo” Nardelli (The Wanderer)

Age: 29 (plus or minus 5 depending on thread)

Face Claim: Scarlett Byrne

Occupation: Wedding Planner

Sexuality: Bi

Blurb:  She's just trying to find a place to call home. Typical pretty face with a messed up past. Nemo doesn't know her place in the world just yet. Think of the type of person that floats from job to job. Or the person that changes their major over and over again. She manages to hold down jobs only long enough for her to make enough money to get to her next destination. She's a wildcard. Running away from her past; trying to find a good path for the future.

Status: Open

004. Meet Dorian “Dori” Nardelli (The Fighter)

Age: 29 (minus 2 plus 5 depending on thread) Nemorans twin so despite Matts age I’d like to keep the twins the same age hence the weird age up/down thing

Face Claim: Matt Daddario

Occupation: Personal Trainer

Sexuality: Hetero

Blurb: He's just living. What a beautiful man he is. So precious so deeply broken. Dorian knows who he is. What he wants. Nearly the exact opposite of his sister. He says fuck the dramatic shit. Which is saying something because he's a Star Wars fanboy. He's the type of guy that doesn't care about much on the surface. However once he opens up he's actually extremely loyal. He holds himself to a high moral standard when it comes to some things. Very much into fitness. Enjoys helping people better their lives as long as he gets the money to better his. Dorian doesn't want much. He'c comfortable with his life and who he is...for the most part.

Status: Open

005. Meet Haven Finch (The Bold)

Age: 28 (plus or minus 5 depending on thread)

Face Claim: Vanessa Morgan

Occupation: Tattoo Artist or Graphic Designer

Sexuality: Bi (Prefers women)

Blurb: She doesn't care. A controlled mess I like to call her. Haven is not perfect. Hates people. Hates the world. Believes friends with benefits is the key to a happy life. She has her scars. Losing the people you love does that to a person. Hence why she has very few solid connections with people. She calls it a preventative measure. Control is something that she needs to have. Things start to go awry when she feels like she can't get ahold of the situation. She's honest. Sometimes too honest. Also enjoys working with clay. Has a habit of going to bars but barely drinking.

Status: Semi Open

Verse(s): Brooklyn Lines

006. Meet Javier “Javi” Hernandez (The King)

Age: 30 (plus or minus 5 depending on thread)

Face Claim: David Castañeda

Occupation: Professional Soccer Player

Sexuality: Hetero

Blurb: He likes to play with balls all day. As a professional soccer player it's what he does for money. Nathan is a wholesome guy. Grew up in Queens with his two siblings and his parents. He owes everything to them seeing as how they supported him no matter what he wanted to do with his life. He's that guy that women want. All he wants is a happy life. A wife and two kids. His family living stable and happy. Absolutely should be on The Bachelor. Nathan doesn't let fam get to his head. He enjoys grabbing beers with his dad. Working on his sister motorcycle. Wholesome family shit. Of course he's not perfect. He doesn't like to admit that.

Status: Open

007. Meet Marisol Hernandez (The Traveler)

Age: 30 (plus or minus 5 depending on verse)

Face Claim: Eiza Gonzalez

Occupation: Food Critic

Sexuality: Bi

Blurb: A dream passing through. She’s a food critic that made her dream a reality. Marisol always loved food. Her mother owned a small restaurant in Queens giving Marisol the opportunity to grow up in the kitchen. She combined her love of writing and food. Now she travels from town to town finding hidden gems. Occasionally her job lands her in some shitty places. Her appearance plays in her favor. No one would ever guess that the beautiful women in the corner is about to make or break their business. Marisol can be considered well worded and cutthroat. She’s likely to be kind to people who don’t have sticks up their asses. Highly opinionated but still a sweetheart. Her parents made sure of it.

Status: Open

008. Meet Alexander “Alex” Buchanan (The Knight)

Age: 29 (plus or minus 5 depending on thread)

Face Claim: Lakeith Stanfield

Occupation: Business Owner (Bookstore/Bar called The Night Owl)

Sexuality: Gay

Blurb: He lives in black and white even though the world is filled with colors. Alex is an interesting one. Passionate and invested in their future. Lost himself in literacture and wanted to create a space for people to lose themselves too. Not only in words but in drinks too. That's how his bookstore/night club came to be. Alex doesn't like to open up to people. They just find it stupid. Just a standup person who believes in honesty and being true to who you are. There's no time for bullshit and lying. No point to it.

Status: Open

[strygas]

“Don’t be an ass.” & “You’re a terrible cook.” for cam & vera // “Maybe I’m just crazy.” & “Let me help you.” for lennox & marisol

001 – newman’s energy was tangible, renewed and slightly manic as he moved around the apartment. his aura reminiscent of the tasmanian devil, he goes through the space recklessly and unapologetically as he maneuvers through the obstacle course that he had set up throughout the apartment. miscellaneous items are strewn over the furniture, whether it be small, nimble appliances or random clothing that he has draped along chairs and the floor as boundary lines and checkpoints. him and ryot had been planning this entire ordeal for what seemed like forever – but was, in truth, only a few days – and he was intent on ensuring it’s perfection. it’s as newman finally manages to balance on the edge on one of the dining chairs that the hairs stand up on the back of his neck. he can practically sense that he’s moments away from being caught amidst this purposeful mess, and he only just manages to land silently on his feet – careful to not disturb the neighbors below him, of course – as the scrape of the key in the front door alerts him to none other than his roommate’s presence. his excitement is replaced with nerves, and the moment she passes the threshold, they only increase to the point of a racing pulse and sweaty palms. blonde locks are swept up into a messy bun atop her head, only a few stubborn strands escaping and kissing against the nape of her neck and the shells of her ears. her blue eyes look tired at first glance, but once she scans the apartment, no doubt realizing exactly what he’s up to, they flare with irritation. and newman’s already moving forward, over a pile of what, admittedly, may be some of her more delicate items of clothing. but where else was he meant to find all that silk? ‘vera, before you get mad, i can explain.’ he raises his hands placatingly, a smile already threatening to take over his solemn, apologetic expression. ‘me and ryot were just going to…’ he trails off, flickering his gaze at the mess in hopes that maybe the answer would somehow maybe emerge from vera’s pile of underwear. but before he can even come up with an reasonable excuse, he hears the release of her sigh, and an exasperated, ‘cameron, don’t be an ass.’ the words have only left her lips for a moment before a smile is breaking across his features, and he’s moving closer. he hops over a few things in his way, and rests his large hands on the sharpness of her small hips. ‘c’mon,’ he requests, tugging her to him until she finally gives in to his insistence. ‘don’t you want to play with me?’

002 – practice had been a taxing, excruciating test of the team’s physical abilities that newman couldn’t help but be bitter about; the entirety of the team was there because of their unprecedented talents, and the insult of having them undergo training fit for rookies only caused his frustration to manifest. he doesn’t even pretend like he has the energy to try and unlock the door, and instead raises his fist to feebly knock against the wood. in the time it takes vera to answer it, he could have dozed off against the doorframe. but before he knows it, the door is swinging open, and his granted entrance is being paired with a well-deserved but very unappreciated glare from vera who, it seems, was in the middle of … ‘are you cooking?’ his voice could probably have sounded a little less disbelieving, sure, but he’s shocked enough that his exhaustion is suddenly placed on the back burner. as he steps past the threshold, the smells that overwhelm his senses are enough to have his mouth watering, his bag dropping to the floor where it would remain until he was scrambling to find minutes before he was meant to be at practice the next day. he manages, somehow, to make his way to the kitchen, and he drops unceremoniously onto one of the bar stools that face their rather intimate kitchen. everything was cramped together, the two living right on top of each other and getting frustrated when they stepped on each other’s toes. but it was in times like this that newman genuinely appreciated the size of the apartment, the way that it felt like home like nothing else ever really had. he likes to pretend that it had nothing to do with the blonde that was now entering the kitchen with an annoyed expression coloring her features, and instead let his body relax, his muscles screaming at him to help them recover, begging for a hot bath or a deep tissue massage. but as the smell of italian spices wafted from the pot that vera was now stirring something inside of, he quelled the ache and instead focused on how good the food must taste if it smells like that. seeing as she hadn’t responded to his earlier question, newman rests his chin on his hand, a small smile brightening his tired expression. ‘i’m surprised you’re cooking, you know. i figured i’d come home and you’d be studying. or something equally vera.’ he muses, his smile growing subconsciously more fond as he thinks about coming home to see her covered in paint, hair tied back haphazardly as she got lost in her art, or amidst a plethora of textbooks, knee deep in her studies. he’s still smiling stupidly when she turns to face him, and he’s just about to say something snarky to keep up his pretense, but the softness in her expression stops him. ‘yeah, well. you’re a terrible cook. and ramen noodles can only last you so long.’ and if he can’t stop staring at her for the rest of the night, as she prepares the spaghetti and the salad, as they sit across from each other and eat in comfortable silence, and as she bids him goodnight, nobody has to know.

003 – marisol burst through the door of the dressing room, the sound of the wood hitting the concrete walls loud and echoing, but she didn’t care. she was done. there was only so much that she could put up with now that things had gone this far. her delicate hands were shaking with anger as she began placing everything she touched into her purse, sweeping nail garnishes and lip stains from the surface of her station into the bag, omitting the less important things that were as good as garbage. only when she was nearly finished did she sense the other presence in the room, the one that was only acting as a painful reminder of just how far downhill she had fallen. ‘lennox, just leave. please.’ her voice was desperate, cracking on the last word as she turns her back to where she knows the other girl is sitting, not daring to face her. she continues to collect the rest of her things with haste as she finally slings her bag over her shoulder, the weight something she forgot to consider as the the faux-leather handle of the bag started to dig into the protruding bone of her shoulder. she’s steps away from the door she just came through when the familiar husk of lennox’s voice ripples through the room, sliding beneath the surface of marisol’s skin and causing it to raise with goosebumps, an involuntary shiver snaking down her spine as she hears her name on lennox’s tongue. and though her escape was within reach, marisol felt it impossible to continue her impulsive flight without hearing whatever it was that lennox was so desperate to say. after everything, she owes it to herself to allow her to apologize or explain. so she turns, looking towards lennox with an expression colored with contempt. and even though she had every intent of allowing the other to speak first, marisol is overcome with a fresh wave of anger as she views lennox, and her words are leaving her without warning, flowing from her like an unforgiving tide, intent on pulling everyone it touched beneath the surface. ‘you know, maybe i’m just crazy, but this? this whole thing? i can’t fucking do it, lennox. i can’t be here, just a fucking pawn in some way more intricate game. i’ve done enough, i’ve been through enough.’ she could feel her emotions getting the best of her, her throat feeling tight and dry, like she was trying to swallow everything she needed to say. ‘so i’m done. we’re done. and i’m leaving.’ she turns to do just that, but before she can even reach the exit she’s being stopped, her hand getting caught in lennox’s. before she can pull away, though, lennox is making her look back at her, her dark eyes intense as they bore into hers. ‘let me help you. i promise, if you give me the chance, i’ll help you figure a way out. just – this isn’t the way.’ marisol almost yanks away, insists that she knows what she’s doing, but the imploring look in lennox’s eyes tells her to listen. despite her stubbornness, despite her desire to do the opposite, she decided to listen to lennox, for once, is the only option she really has.

[katienumi]

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