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[cole davies]

--- cole davies was unentertained - a rather curious state of mood for the young man, given that the primary goal of his life has always been to be entertained at all times. his deep blue eyes reflected his state of mood, and his gaze shifted around the room, moving from one box to another, but not lingering on any specific one. it had been three days since he arrived at the city, and not once had a desire to unpack aroused inside him. you could say that this was his way of making himself believe that this was a temprory situation, and would not last. of course, he was perfectly aware of the fact that he could not spend a whole year with all his belongings packed neatly in cardboard boxes, but at this point, he could not let go of them. not yet.

--- it was not that he didn't like the city. he'd been to paris a million times before, and had enjoyed the experience every single time. he would have enjoyed living here for a year to - if he was not so busy feeling as if he was exhiled. so what, he'd made a few mistakes, and some of these mistakes had been more publicized than he'd intended ? none of them had been major mistakes, except the last sex tape incident, and well, everybody fucked up once in a while. and those were the exact words he had used while he tried to explain to his father why he should not be shipped of to paris. the man's lips had curled in into a line, and his eyes had shined dangerously in a moment of frenzy. ' cole percival davies ' he had managed to get out, his voice husky with anger - an anger that was most certainly not justified in cole's opinion - ' you are not everybody .' and that was the last thing he said on the matter. the next morning, cole had woken up to see the house staff packing his belongings, and a one way ticked to the capital of france. that all had happened four days ago. his plane had taken off at five a.m that very day, and at the cdg airport, a driver had greeted him and drove him to what would be his home for this whole year.

--- the boy flinched at the memory - remembering the strength of his father's anger did not make things any better. already feeling trapped by the size of the apartment - which, to any normal human being, would seem enourmously big for a university student, considering he didn't even have a room mate - he now felt as if he was being suffocated, and the need to leave the apartment supressed every other feeling. so after a five minute search for the keys, the boy left his apartment without bothering to lock up - this should be the purpose of a doormaned building, after all.

--- as soon as he was out of the building, the afternoon breeze brushed his face, and with the soothing feeling that washed over his body, his stiff muscles relaxed. he hadn't left the building once since he arrived, a decision he now admitted was utterly stupid, and he realised that what he needed was a bit of fresh air to understand that this was not such a bad thing. he was in paris after all - if hemmingway lived here for all that time, how bad could it really be ? if he was honest with himself, the feel of the city was not worse than the feel of london, not at all. who gave a fuck if he didn't have a say in his father's decision ? it was paris he was exhiled to, he might as well enjoy it. so, riding a new high caused by the miracolous discovery that he actually liked it here, his steps got faster, and his body followed his feet, without paying any attention where to the direction.

tagged for , lorelai
music , omf soundtrack
outfit , this with a coat
notes , excuse the shittyness, my first post got deleted. sorryy :c

[lorelai de rosea]

As far as days went; this one was pretty crappy. it had all started with her lack of coffee which made most people grouchy but lor particularly nasty. coffee was pretty much her life force. the lack of it was worse coupled with the fact that she was having to get up earlier then most mornings, thanks to practice for a recital as well as normal lessons. this was the only time she had hated dancing, most of the time it really helped work off everything, something that was critical when you grew up with her parents. granted, they didn't pay much attention – excepting of course the numerous step-monsters who were desperate to be "best friends" and not take her moms place, ignoring that there was really no one there in the first place. all this lack of attention had made her pretty much able to handle herself and most of friends never got her complaints and she couldn't lie and say she didn't enjoy the free reign too but they made up for it when they did pay her attention. normally if she'd let a grade slip because how can they brag about a perfect daughter they don't know anything about if she has a b? these bitter feelings same off pretty well throwing herself across the stage, of course talking them out helped but she hadn't been doing much of that since she'd left for paris. there had been one upside to the move; no chance of seeing her parents. her father despised paris, step-monster really weren't allowed to leave their large home in london and her mother couldn't have been bothered to visit when lor was in london, not a chance she'd be hitting up paris.

Of course this gave her less to complain about and fuss over, but the one – and pretty much only – downside of coming to paris seemed to make her feel worse then having to spend a whole day shopping with a blonde that could have barely been her sister let alone her mother. however this was a subject she'd been ignoring, wrapping it up tight and shoving it in a drawer in the back of her mind. it was something she had refused to broach. period, end of message. though she had come to realize that ignoring something didn't mean it had never happened, because it had most certainly happened. she had never tried so hard to forget something even that time she had been at her cousin wedding shower, on top of the table in her underwear singing some spice girls song. she would have welcomed that memory a million times over if she didn't have to think about her last night in london again. as well as the preceding morning that made her feel really guilty and finally truly appreciate the term "walk of shame". sleeping with cole had not been her proudest moment. one of the best, definitely ranking in the top two, but it was a mistake. or at least that was the mantra she'd been feeding herself. this was her best friend they shouldn't have done that. while both of them were pretending it hadn't happened – or at least she was acting like she couldn't remember anything after the second bottle of jack – it hadn't made things any less awkward. at least, on her end. he didn't seem fazed at all by what happened, except questioning her weird behaviour.

Again the night played over in her head and she had to groan and bury her face into her pillow. don't think about it. stop. she was thankful she lacked a roommate because in the quite moments this happened quite a few times and after the first time she was petty sure they would be convinced she was crazy. she shook her head and pushed a breath through her lips, nope, not today. today is not the day to dwell with it already being forty kinds of shit-tacular. this was not a day to be emo, she could still turn it around. she rolled off of her bed, stumbling a little as she stood, good job, dumbass. shoving her arms through her coat, she tossed her phone into her purse and headed out her door. a walk would help. people watching would help, she'd find a cafe get her sorely needed coffee and make up depressing stories about the people that walked by and make herself feel better. avoidance was the key. feeling a little smug about the plan and caught up in her own thoughts she wasn't paying enough attention and she ran into a rather solid figure. for a split second she was pretty sure she was going to discover that this day had gotten that much worse and she'd run into a wall, but it was too warm and smelt too good to be brick. her lack of caffine made her rude, what the hell, do- she pushed back the mahogany curls from her face and she sould get a good look at the stranger she was about to bitch out, of course. karma was a fucking bitch. cole! surprise coloured her tone, while she was pretty sure the universe was playing a nasty trick on her, she couldn't deny she was happy to see him, even the part that wasn't replaying the sex they had over and over again, the part that just missed her crazy ass best friend. what are you doing here? she asked smiling in spite of herself.


TAGGED , cole aka anna bby.<3
STATUS , done
CLOTHES , with a coat & purse
MUSIC , "go dark" cassie steele
LYRCIS , "need you now" lady antebellum
NOTES , it was all good. :]

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[cole davies]

--- the boy inhaled the smell of the city - car fumes mixed with mixed colognes and the sweet odor of the wet soil. most people would find nothing inviting about the smell - it was not entirely disgusting, but held no charm either. however, for those who spent their entire lives in the city and could not survive long had they not been exposed to the city lights on a daily basis, this was the smell of home - and given that these given conditions applied to cole, this smell was definitely one of the sweetest he had been exposed to. of course, the smell of the city changed in every district, and in neighborhoods with lover income, the smell of mixed cologned would be replaced by new leather and a sour, rusty odor that originated from the rubbish lying on the street, but the boy had never been to a lower income neighborhood either - at least not outside his car. and so, it was this very smell that welcomed him every time he stepped out on the street, all through his life. and now, it was this very smell that told him ' you're in familiar territory, boy. '

--- but oddly enough, he didn't need the smell anymore. the sight of long legged women in black and white moving gracefully in their heels - he never understood how girls managed to walk in those and managed to look hot in the same time, not that he was complaining - , perfectly polished teenagers sitting on small tables the café's had placed outside, and busy man in expensive suits murmuring to their phones had been enough for him to get over the distanced feeling he had toward the city - a feeling that was caused not by the fact that he disliked the city, but by the fact that the city was home to people he wished to avoid - or well, one person in particular.

--- ' don't go there, you bloody idiot. this is an enormous city, there's no way you're coincidently going to run into her.' he told to himself - but it was a doomed to fail attempt to try to convince himself that he would not. as big as a city could be, it would have a limited amount of places where people of certain social positions - elites, as some called them - and there was no doubt that at some point or another, he was going to run into lorelai.

--- ' why the fuck would you care ? ' he questioned himself, knowing that he should not. so they fucked, big deal. cole davies was an intelligent person, more intelligent than most people who didn't know him would give him credit for, and still, he could not remember how many girl's he'd been with in his life. over one hundred would be his closest estimate, and he would not be exaggerating. he did not care about sex, and he would laugh at people's faces when they said it should mean something. it was something purely physical, and as satisfactory as it might be, it could - and in many cases for cole, it did - remain on a purely physical level, an activity that entertained both sides. but with lorelai, it was different. lor was not just a fuck buddy, or a random girl he picked up. she was his closest friend, most people thought they were as close as siblings. even though they had a two year age difference, it never caused a problem - cole was always too immature where as lor had always been too mature for her age. they basically grew up together, he could remember pulling the girl's hair and getting bitten by her when she was no older than three years old. she was someone he cared about. and he just had to go and fuck it all up.

--- not that it was entirely his fault - both parties had participated equally. but lor was what, a year ten at the time ? and she was drunk too - he should have been the responsible one. but he had not been able to do that - he was just as drunk, and he did not need that much to enable him from saying no to sex anyway. luckily - or unluckily, he couldn't decide - lorelai appeared to no memory whatsoever about the... incident. still, the boy was ashamed nonetheless. more ashamed because he had actually enjoyed it a lot more than usual. but all this guilt turned out to be unnecessary, because a few days later, lorelai had moved to paris. and with that, cole had lost his best friend.

--- so when he heard that he was being shipped of to paris, a little part of him couldn't help but to feel excited - he could be reunited with his best friend, after all. but what if the girl had remembered what happened ? what did he have to tell her, ' sorry i fucked you - well, i'm actually not that sorry, i enjoyed my self quite a lot, but you know... ' ? he could not even imagine how the girl would react to that. so this whole paris deal started to depress him - not the city itself, but the possibility of having to face lorelai, and that was exactly why he didn't leave his place for three days. so it had not been the brightest idea, given that sooner or later he was going to have to go out for whatever reason, but it was a delay nonetheless.

--- ' stop being such a girl, what are the odds that you will run into her the first day you step out of your house? ' a little voice inside him assured the boy. of course, after the sex tape incident, he came to the conclusion that luck was no companion of his, but still -

--- it was a petite figure that ran into him that forced him to wake up from his thoughts and come back to the real world. the only part of the figure he could see was the high heels, given that he had the habit of looking down at the floor every time he let his mind wonder - even when he was walking, and that was probably why he hadn't been able to see the girl. he raised his head to see his unlucky victim, but he could not see the girl's face, given that it was covered by soft, mahogany locks. " what the hell, do- " the girl snapped at him, moving her locks from her face as she did. and with that their gazes met, and he saw the girl's face mimic the shocked expression of his face, only her's was more intense, probably because she didn't even know they were in the same city. cole suppressed the intense desire to punch himself on the face, and smiled a dazzling smile. " i'd been stalking you for the past years, lor. it's your fault you have been so unaware " he answered the girl, surprisingly managing to keep his anxiety and shock affecting his voice. " i could give you the real answer too, if you want, but i should warn you, it's not nearly as interesting as this one. i'd ask you the same question, but given that i'm the intruder, i guess it would be a bit pointless. " he stopped for a second, and then his expression changed as his playful smile became a bit more affectionate - or a bit too fag-like, if you were to ask him. " you look... different, kid. " he went on, and cursed himself for using his usual nickname for the girl, how stupid was it too call someone you'd had sex with 'kid' ? then, to give the conversation a lighter tone, he added, " it shows that you're growing old."

tagged for , lorelai
music , omf soundtrack
outfit , this with a coat
notes , ramble ramble rambleee. he's a bit awkward, ik, but that's a part of the charm c:

[lorelai de rosea]

There was a short list of people she was pretty sure she was never going to see again, the two step-mothers her father had to get a protective order against and then the nanny her father had hired when they had moved to italy for nine months. she'd made the woman cry and proclaim she was never going to be a nanny again, at the tender age of seven she was running already practicing running off the good people in her life, still she had moments of smug satisfaction when she thought about it. cole, too, was on that list, and he was the only thing about the list that was really depressing. maybe she had been thinking too much about this whole drunken hook-up thing? because really, so what? people had sex all the time. people had drunken sex all the time, with their best friends.... okay maybe not with their best friends but it wasn't something unusual. many friends had recovered from it, right? he'd never said anything about it – not that she really had given him much of a chance to do so – but they both weren't people to really dance around a subject like that. he treated sex a little more loosely then she did, but not by much, she was far behind him in the amount people she had slept with but sex still wasn't some earth shattering thing to her either, it happened, it was supposed to. even if he did remember it was probably no different then any other girl to him. which should have been cool with her, what made her so special?

Sure they'd been friends pretty much their whole lives, he knew stuff about her she didn't want anybody else to know but that didn't mean she should be any different when it came to sex. it shouldn't have disappointed her either. a tiny part she was trying to ignore and silence was a little disappointed by it, no matter how tiny it was a pretty vocal part of her. it was also that part of there that caused the most trouble about her fully putting herself back into the friendship. not it seemed it was too late to pick back up to calling everyday and what not. you didn't go from scattered emails and missed facebook messages to good morning texts every day without raising some flags.

Everything happened for a reason, right? maybe this was just they way it was supposed to be... it was depressing though, so maybe that was a bullshit philosophy and she needed to stop being such a three year old and just forget about it all. that's why things got awkward and strained after sex, because really it shouldn't have done anything, it should have just been something that happened and they moved on like it was nothing. people made it awkward because they tried to read too much in it or they dwelled on it like she was. they had known what they were doing, neither of them had stopped it, not like either of them really had stellar self-control, but that was far from the point. sex hadn't made things awkward between them, she had.

Running into him – literally – would only make sense figuring where her mind had been all morning, it was just how the universe worked. of course thinking about him would call him to her, like some kind of weird homing device, why didn't the universe do that when she had inappropriate fantasies about johnny depp? surely, she was getting jipped here. there wasn't time to be mad at the universe for sending the epicentre of her tangled thoughts her way, there was too much happiness mixed in. she didn't realize until now how intensely she missed him, looking him over it didn't seem he had changed much, but all she really saw was his smile, she understand too well know how easily he charmed girls out of their clothes with it – and there it was. right on cue, the night tried to reply itself in her head, she was almost sure she could feel his lips against hers again and the burn of them. a pale damask dusting burned across her cheeks but she was pretty sure she could attribute that to the cold, still she dropped her gaze from his face for a moment before it flitted back, she didn't know if this was going to just be a one time thing and greedy part of her wanted to preserve the memory of his face again. a light laugh crossed her lips, i feel very oblivious and unsafe now. she teased, running a hand through her hair. his words made her laugh a little again, only a little pointless. she said with a soft smile before she continued, when it comes to you, i'm pretty sure the truth is just as interesting as the lie, if not moreso. which was why they had so much fun together, both of them were bold and fearless and a little unpredictable. raised with oodles of money their whole lives they had plenty of resources to be crazy and parents with the clout to get the pair out of their crazier binds.

His teasing face softened a fraction – most people wouldn't have noticed but she just knew him that well and she had a talent of reading people – and a little more nostalgia hit her, good different, i hope... she said, with a light smile, before it faded a little at his words, even though it was a teasing comment she was still a girl and she didn't want to be told she looked old. old? she repeated a brow quirking, she shook her head and gave an almost amused laugh, i'm going to let that slide, since it's been forever and a day since we've seen each other and maybe you forgot that i could kick your ass. a wry grin spread over her lips as she said the words and things felt normal, she could forget for the moment what had happened as she studied his face, you look good. she said softly, before she dropped the seriousness again, i hope you're not going all respectable on me, mr. davies.


TAGGED , cole aka anna bby.<3
STATUS , done
CLOTHES , with a coat & purse
MUSIC , "go dark" cassie steele
LYRCIS , "need you now" lady antebellum
NOTES , lol. i'm the queen of rambling. haha, it's a cute awkward.

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[wentworth ames]

--- the number of people the young man of nineteen cared about didn't exceed the number of fingers a person had, and all the people who were listed in this category, or at least most of them, were people he knew for a long time - no shocker there. it was amazing how easily children opened up, how easy it was for them to let people in - one of the many great qualities people initially lost as they grew up. the society would force us to build walls, and try as hard as we can to keep people out. it was as if thirteen was the age when you became breakable, as if that was when people started plotting against you. in reality, it was just the age when you would drain your lost drops of innocence and start seeing for the world for it is, and people for who they were. you'd start worrying, and as a result, you'd start building walls that the society forced upon you, convincing yourself that you would be protected from any emotional damage - but you'd also start lacking emotion.

--- and in the community cole grew up in, the situation was even worse. you could be sure that almost anyone who surrounded you had some hidden motive. so the boy, like many other fellow word citizens, had built a healthy fear of commitment - not just in means of romance, though. he could no longer even commit to being a loyal friend unless given friend was patient enough to wait for him to lower his guard. this was why he, like so many others he knew, prioritized just sex, lacking any form of emotion. now that was an honest field - both sides would be open about their intentions - just a momentary pleasure. that was why he never did relationships - or at least real ones . not only were they draining, they were dangerous - you'd be giving a person full access to your heart, and what kept them from breaking it? same went for close friendships.

--- so you could say it was a good thing - a good thing that he'd got to meet lorelai before he started building his walls. when they first met, they were still only kids, unaware of ulterior motives or selfishness - and so, they'd been able to let one another in - to open up to each other and become best friends. that was the biggest issue cole had, when he'd lost lorelai, he'd also lost one of the very few people he could be himself with, and one of the very few people who he knew would be themselves around him. but he was pretty convinced that the girl intended to build himself a life in paris, and would not be returning to london, so he'd told himself to erase any memory of hers, and he appeared to have been able to do so. of course, that was until he was told he was going to paris - in that moment, all the memories of her'd flood back to his mind. and now here she was, standing before him. and he didn't know what to be. the best friend of the past, or the best friend she'd had sex with and who may have some feelings toward he - no, he was most certainly not going there. so he'd go with the former.

--- " i was actually aiming for that feeling. " he told the girl jokingly - leave him to find this very moment to make stupid stalker jokes ( not that they didn't work better than pick up lines at times, but this conversation was not the place for them, most certainly not ) . he ignored the fact that he was annoying the shit out of himself and shrugged his shoulders and went on , " yeah, actually, it sort of is. i was trying to be humble, but leave it to you to ruin my goodhearted moment. i guess somethings never change, huh ?" , smirking a little afterward. humour - as shitty as it might be - seemed the best way to go now, the safest ground.

--- definitely good different, he thought, as the girl answered his little remark, but the words that came out of his mouth were " well, that's to be decided, i guess... " he ran his hand through his hair before he continued in a playful tone, "and no, i did not forget that you could kick my ass - or rather how entertaining you are when you try to. and me, respectable? exactly the opposite, i'm afraid - that's actually sort of why i'm here. " and he'd actually managed to look a bit ashamed as he said that - the boy should have pursued an acting career. " so, i see paris treated you well..."

tagged for , lorelai
music , omf soundtrack
outfit , this with a coat
notes , well, at least this was a bit more suitable for a mini thread, at least lengthwise. also, they're cuteee !

[lorelai de rosea]

As far as having any sort of constants in her life lor was seriously lacking, her mother was always anywhere but where she should have been, doing as much as she could do to avoid actually being a mother. her father... well he was her father spending all his time entertaining the step-monster of the month – if she made it that long – and trying to keep lorelai out of the way as much as possible by waving a bunch of plastic in her face. which was cool; if he wanted to hand his extensive collection of credit cards off to his bitter teenaged daughter who would buy 200 dollar jeans just to spite him, then who was she to dissuade him? with parents like that and the society she had grown up in you pretty much learned to look out for yourself, to take care of yourself, to trust only yourself. it was a pretty lonely world, surrounded by three hundred of your closest friends at a cocktail party and not a god damn one of them would turn and have your back when shit hit the fan. cole had really been the only thing that had never changed in her life, he had been the only thing she could really count on. it had been hard for to her to have him gone, who knew the person who most often drove her nuts was one of the few people who could keep her sane. there's a paradox for you. well, at least i can seep sounder tonight knowing that should i acquire another stalker you'll be out there to kill him. she quipped, shaking her head a little at the lameness of her joke. she'd fallen out of practice of having intelligent commentary and banter with someone.

Humble isn't really your shtick, honey. she teased with a soft smile, plus, your craziness is what makes you so fun. i'm dying for details. she prodded, it seemed nothing interesting ever happened around here and she missed his crazy exploits. to be decided? she asked with a laugh, i may be entertaining but i'm also very effective. a smug smile curved her lips, she may not have grown up with brothers but she had like forty male cousins who loved to pick on her, she'd learned pretty quickly how to defend herself and she hit pretty hard, she'd made her eldest cousin cry one time it may not have her proudest or once of her best attacks but since he was most often the one torturing her she liked to think back on it. she chuckled softly at his words, shaking her head a little, you're just teasing me now. she said, come on, let's go back to my place- maybe that wasn't such a good idea, -or get some coffee or something and you can tell me all about it. she offered, before her smile fell a little and she reached out and hit his chest, hey, how long have you even been here? were you planning on telling me? she said irritation denting her the space between her eyebrows, sure most of her wished he wasn't here before he messing up her thoughts again but most of her was still too excited to be seeing him again. not so excited she was going to excuse him from keeping his presence her to himself.

She shrugged in response, i think london treated me better. paris had it's up sides but mostly she really did miss london, she'd grown up there her whole life, she had memories and friends there. it's a little lonely. my ballet teacher is a douche, the other girls are stuck and none of them eat- she stopped and with a laugh she continued, not that any of the girls back in london ate much either, but still. apparently food was the enemy to a ballet dancer, she didn't over eat or anything and she exercised but yogurt and water was a snack and not her whole diet. she was pretty sure most of the mini well hidden depression was due to her lack of communication with him but she wasn't going to tell him that. it was far too serious for reunion talk. now i just sound like a whiner, great. she said with another laugh, before she sighed, i mean at least i don't have to spend time with the step-monster anymore. she said, with a smirk, cole very often had to hear her complain about her step-mom's, but they'd also spent plenty of time making fun of each one, even more amused when she was too slow to realize that she was being made fun of. no matter of threatening, reproachful looks from her father had been enough to break her of the habit. the new one had a bridesmaid i'm sure you would have loved... she teased, remembering stumbling upon him making out in the coat check room with one, probably more then once. she spent most of her father's weddings properly liquored up and utterly unaware of what had happened but she found out that sitting through another sappy ceremony was unbearable.

TAGGED , cole aka anna bby.<3
STATUS , done
CLOTHES , with a coat & purse
MUSIC , "time flies" lykke li
LYRCIS , "need you now" lady antebellum
NOTES , i have a fair amount of trouble with rambling too, lol. and yes they are, i wanna bite them haha. :] sorry i didn't have it up yesterday christmas decoration time things get craaazy.

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