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Aug. 19th, 2021 11:32 amme: hey this opening scene is really great set-up for a soulmate au where you don't see colors until you see your soulmate for the first time
jade: mk i will pay you to write this
me, with a doc open already: i mean
anyway i have a lot of notes for this one and this isn't going to be the end of this by a long shot but: figured i'd give you this for now. love me some davey/theo. sorry did i say davey? i meant andreyes. sidenote: hey mab, we should talk about the fact that andreyes' cousin is definitely a rumrunner and diamond thief.
set in the same universe as arc 59 (1920s prohibition era) just, yknow, for context.
It happens too quickly, and yet the moment stretches into molasses.
Andreyes is looking out over the crowd of his father’s constituents, fiddling with one of the rings on his fingers. In the early afternoon air, buoyed by Father’s words, the people standing there are swaying like flowers in a field, but that doesn’t mean Andreyes won’t notice any out of place movement. There’s something that catches his eye, and his gaze flicks to it.
A person, lingering at the edge of the crowd, newsboy cap tipped up on their face, one hand caught in their suspenders. There’s something familiar about the look in their eyes… but Andreyes doesn’t have the time to marvel at the softness of their face before a chance moment of eye contact makes him freeze.
( read on )
jade: mk i will pay you to write this
me, with a doc open already: i mean
anyway i have a lot of notes for this one and this isn't going to be the end of this by a long shot but: figured i'd give you this for now. love me some davey/theo. sorry did i say davey? i meant andreyes. sidenote: hey mab, we should talk about the fact that andreyes' cousin is definitely a rumrunner and diamond thief.
set in the same universe as arc 59 (1920s prohibition era) just, yknow, for context.
It happens too quickly, and yet the moment stretches into molasses.
Andreyes is looking out over the crowd of his father’s constituents, fiddling with one of the rings on his fingers. In the early afternoon air, buoyed by Father’s words, the people standing there are swaying like flowers in a field, but that doesn’t mean Andreyes won’t notice any out of place movement. There’s something that catches his eye, and his gaze flicks to it.
A person, lingering at the edge of the crowd, newsboy cap tipped up on their face, one hand caught in their suspenders. There’s something familiar about the look in their eyes… but Andreyes doesn’t have the time to marvel at the softness of their face before a chance moment of eye contact makes him freeze.
( read on )
