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Summer was Mihail’s least favourite season. It was not especially different from any other, but it was far too hot and too sunny for his taste, always threatening the reddening of his skin and preventing him from decorating himself in gorgeous furs. He loved furs, and though he was reasonably partial to the fashion opportunities that the warmer season afforded, nothing compared to how cute he thought he looked wrapped up in a hooded mink with a bright dash of scarlet lipstick. It was an unpleasant season in more ways than one.
This summer was particularly awful.
He had intended to spend the duration of the season at the family property in Southampton, wrapped up in the arms of that gorgeous actor who had given him such an enormous diamond only a few months prior. Then the blonde had slept with some whore from his show and the news had spread and easily landed in the hands of Mihail, which wasn’t all that hard when one had the benefit of veritable spies located throughout the city. Really, he should have known better. He should have ended it the first time it had happened or the second or even the third — he had a Masters from Columbia for gods’ sake — but he hadn’t because Toto had such a roguish smile and the diamond really was massive. People were not built to withstand things like that.
As it happened, however, he was not spending his summer in Southampton. Instead, he had switched the cover star of the upcoming edition of Serpentine at the last minute and booked himself a two-week spa and meditation holiday in Thailand to clear his mind. On his subsequent return, he had made a show of blanking Toto at the Met Gala for everybody to see, which was ironic only because that was where they had first met. And everybody had seen if one took a glance at any gossip magazine the following morning. Then, carefully calculated to add insult to injury, he had run an online exclusive article detailing the worst looks of the evening and dropping his former fiancé firmly in the number one spot. It was, in his mind, the perfectly executed and most fashionable vengeance for the crime committed, not least because he had easily found several other choices of partner with which to fill his evenings and create the illusion that he was not at all upset by the entire ordeal.
The only trouble that remained unresolved was that it did all leave Mihail with a rather frustrating gap in his calendar, and he could not risk the trip to the Hamptons on his own because, well, how embarrassing would that be when everybody was certain to find out? He had thought he would simply forgo the whole thing and fly to Sauerthal to hide away for three months instead of facing the situation like an adult (though he had thus far proved himself the exact opposite), but then Leonard had told him that somebody had booked his band for some festival in Florida. He would have turned it down, but he had fond memories of the place from that little misadventure on his twenty-fourth, and he thought a couple of weeks down South was likely to suit him rather well.
Sons was a folly, really. Something silly that Mihail had started to pass the time with a couple of his friends (not that he had all that many). He had not thought it would become anything serious — he was far too busy playing editor-in-chief to a top fashion magazine that he also owned and founded and which was definitely not a cover for a rather clever family money-laundering organisation — but as it turned out, people were surprisingly interested. Not in a popular way, but in a sort of indie, underground manner, which was just what he wanted, really. So, he had Leonard charter a plane to Florida and book him a month in the Oriental Penthouse Suite at the Miami Mandarin Oriental with an adjoining Deluxe Bay View room for the assistant (gods, he was an amazing boss) and that was that. Sons of an Illustrious Cobra were playing the Apollo’s Muse festival on Friday, and he would have a wonderful and 100% Toto-free summer.
Leonard had been given instructions to organise Mihail’s cute collection of matching trunks and ensure the hotel was fully aware of Draco’s non-negotiable spa requirements before he took the rest of the day off, so Mihail had decided to spend his day exploring the festival. It would be best to understand the layout of the place before Sons performed so that they could do so to the best of their ability (although when the other two band members were going to arrive was also as yet uncertain). Besides, flying was always a drain, and it would be a comfort to stretch his legs properly for a while.
He had changed out of the comfortable outfit he had chosen for travel — imagine wearing a hoodie in public! — into something rather more appropriate. Nothing excessive, of course, just a crimson dress shirt with silver flecks and a slight frill down the front and these lovely mother-of-pearl buttons that shimmered prettily in the sun, neatly matched with some white flares and his pretty black and silver Steckels that he may or may not have nabbed from the new collection pre-release. It was perfect wear for a few hours on the beach, especially when he had no intention of going anywhere near the actual water. Such a thought would be ghastly.
They had done quite a fine job with the place. The area where all the tents had been pitched was good enough despite the massive quantities of mud that hugely lowered its appeal, although Mihail would never choose to do such an awful thing himself. He had tried ‘glamping’ once and it had been awful, so he was sticking with the hotel and he was willing to pay for it for the rest of the band because he didn’t want everyone stuck in some filthy campground and bringing back some awful disease to their performance. Gods only knew what kind of illnesses and germs were spreading around that campground, but princesses could always guess and they weren’t guessing anything particularly pleasant. But, in case it wasn’t clear from the upturn of his nose when he glanced away and the natural disdain that permeated his expression, the campground did not hold his interest.
He took a final drag on his cigarette and tossed it into a trashcan as he moved east along the beach, ignoring the stage set up in the opposite direction for now (that was a problem for later). Some way in the distance, he could see a fairground, which wasn’t his usual type of haunt, and a small cliff dotted with a few random hikers. Mihail had always enjoyed a walk — he used to walk to school directly across Central Park rather than opt for the comfort of a car most days because the solitude of his mind was better than listening to others ramble — and it was there that he now directed himself, footsteps careful to orient himself in the heavy sand so that it didn’t overflow into his loafers. It was a pleasant walk, accentuated by the light breeze and the sounds of the ocean, soothing despite all the fears that it presented.
The walk was longer than expected, but he did not mind. He had too much to think about, especially with the upcoming performance and the break-up that continued playing on his mind and whatever he was planning for the next issue of Serpentine and a million other troubles that needed sorting. He liked to run the problems through his mind, carefully dissecting them until he had a better grasp of how to handle each one in relation to another. It made the time pass faster, and before he knew it, he was standing at the top, admiring the view. Mihail was not typically interested in dull things like landscapes, but even he could appreciate that this was a beauty, hands dropped imperiously to his hips as he gazed out over it all.
There was just about enough service for a post to Instagram to let everyone know how pretty he looked standing on the clifftop with the magnificent view behind him, taking a long moment to adjust the few stray curls of his hair against the wind and follow the dramatic swirls of his eyeliner to ensure it was as perfect as ever (it was). A quick follower check and scan for any significant updates, a glance at his watch to confirm an optimal posting time, then a glance around for anybody free to take the photograph for him because selfies were for loners, and he was better than that. Ah.
“You,” he demanded, snapping his painted fingers in the direction of the clifftop’s latest newcomer to attract their attention, holding out his phone in its lovely red case made to match his shoes. “I need a picture. Something pretty. Make sure you get my profile — they love that — and contrast nicely with the view. I really do not like to let my followers down, you understand, yes?” Mihail flashed a smile, running his tongue over his upper teeth and dropping the one hand back down to his waistline. “If you could hurry before the light changes.”
Az
Mihail
Az
Mihail
Awards
First Impressions:Slim; Broken nose, piercing gaze, red-painted nails.
Address: Your His Lordship
Summer was Mihail’s least favourite season. It was not especially different from any other, but it was far too hot and too sunny for his taste, always threatening the reddening of his skin and preventing him from decorating himself in gorgeous furs. He loved furs, and though he was reasonably partial to the fashion opportunities that the warmer season afforded, nothing compared to how cute he thought he looked wrapped up in a hooded mink with a bright dash of scarlet lipstick. It was an unpleasant season in more ways than one.
This summer was particularly awful.
He had intended to spend the duration of the season at the family property in Southampton, wrapped up in the arms of that gorgeous actor who had given him such an enormous diamond only a few months prior. Then the blonde had slept with some whore from his show and the news had spread and easily landed in the hands of Mihail, which wasn’t all that hard when one had the benefit of veritable spies located throughout the city. Really, he should have known better. He should have ended it the first time it had happened or the second or even the third — he had a Masters from Columbia for gods’ sake — but he hadn’t because Toto had such a roguish smile and the diamond really was massive. People were not built to withstand things like that.
As it happened, however, he was not spending his summer in Southampton. Instead, he had switched the cover star of the upcoming edition of Serpentine at the last minute and booked himself a two-week spa and meditation holiday in Thailand to clear his mind. On his subsequent return, he had made a show of blanking Toto at the Met Gala for everybody to see, which was ironic only because that was where they had first met. And everybody had seen if one took a glance at any gossip magazine the following morning. Then, carefully calculated to add insult to injury, he had run an online exclusive article detailing the worst looks of the evening and dropping his former fiancé firmly in the number one spot. It was, in his mind, the perfectly executed and most fashionable vengeance for the crime committed, not least because he had easily found several other choices of partner with which to fill his evenings and create the illusion that he was not at all upset by the entire ordeal.
The only trouble that remained unresolved was that it did all leave Mihail with a rather frustrating gap in his calendar, and he could not risk the trip to the Hamptons on his own because, well, how embarrassing would that be when everybody was certain to find out? He had thought he would simply forgo the whole thing and fly to Sauerthal to hide away for three months instead of facing the situation like an adult (though he had thus far proved himself the exact opposite), but then Leonard had told him that somebody had booked his band for some festival in Florida. He would have turned it down, but he had fond memories of the place from that little misadventure on his twenty-fourth, and he thought a couple of weeks down South was likely to suit him rather well.
Sons was a folly, really. Something silly that Mihail had started to pass the time with a couple of his friends (not that he had all that many). He had not thought it would become anything serious — he was far too busy playing editor-in-chief to a top fashion magazine that he also owned and founded and which was definitely not a cover for a rather clever family money-laundering organisation — but as it turned out, people were surprisingly interested. Not in a popular way, but in a sort of indie, underground manner, which was just what he wanted, really. So, he had Leonard charter a plane to Florida and book him a month in the Oriental Penthouse Suite at the Miami Mandarin Oriental with an adjoining Deluxe Bay View room for the assistant (gods, he was an amazing boss) and that was that. Sons of an Illustrious Cobra were playing the Apollo’s Muse festival on Friday, and he would have a wonderful and 100% Toto-free summer.
Leonard had been given instructions to organise Mihail’s cute collection of matching trunks and ensure the hotel was fully aware of Draco’s non-negotiable spa requirements before he took the rest of the day off, so Mihail had decided to spend his day exploring the festival. It would be best to understand the layout of the place before Sons performed so that they could do so to the best of their ability (although when the other two band members were going to arrive was also as yet uncertain). Besides, flying was always a drain, and it would be a comfort to stretch his legs properly for a while.
He had changed out of the comfortable outfit he had chosen for travel — imagine wearing a hoodie in public! — into something rather more appropriate. Nothing excessive, of course, just a crimson dress shirt with silver flecks and a slight frill down the front and these lovely mother-of-pearl buttons that shimmered prettily in the sun, neatly matched with some white flares and his pretty black and silver Steckels that he may or may not have nabbed from the new collection pre-release. It was perfect wear for a few hours on the beach, especially when he had no intention of going anywhere near the actual water. Such a thought would be ghastly.
They had done quite a fine job with the place. The area where all the tents had been pitched was good enough despite the massive quantities of mud that hugely lowered its appeal, although Mihail would never choose to do such an awful thing himself. He had tried ‘glamping’ once and it had been awful, so he was sticking with the hotel and he was willing to pay for it for the rest of the band because he didn’t want everyone stuck in some filthy campground and bringing back some awful disease to their performance. Gods only knew what kind of illnesses and germs were spreading around that campground, but princesses could always guess and they weren’t guessing anything particularly pleasant. But, in case it wasn’t clear from the upturn of his nose when he glanced away and the natural disdain that permeated his expression, the campground did not hold his interest.
He took a final drag on his cigarette and tossed it into a trashcan as he moved east along the beach, ignoring the stage set up in the opposite direction for now (that was a problem for later). Some way in the distance, he could see a fairground, which wasn’t his usual type of haunt, and a small cliff dotted with a few random hikers. Mihail had always enjoyed a walk — he used to walk to school directly across Central Park rather than opt for the comfort of a car most days because the solitude of his mind was better than listening to others ramble — and it was there that he now directed himself, footsteps careful to orient himself in the heavy sand so that it didn’t overflow into his loafers. It was a pleasant walk, accentuated by the light breeze and the sounds of the ocean, soothing despite all the fears that it presented.
The walk was longer than expected, but he did not mind. He had too much to think about, especially with the upcoming performance and the break-up that continued playing on his mind and whatever he was planning for the next issue of Serpentine and a million other troubles that needed sorting. He liked to run the problems through his mind, carefully dissecting them until he had a better grasp of how to handle each one in relation to another. It made the time pass faster, and before he knew it, he was standing at the top, admiring the view. Mihail was not typically interested in dull things like landscapes, but even he could appreciate that this was a beauty, hands dropped imperiously to his hips as he gazed out over it all.
There was just about enough service for a post to Instagram to let everyone know how pretty he looked standing on the clifftop with the magnificent view behind him, taking a long moment to adjust the few stray curls of his hair against the wind and follow the dramatic swirls of his eyeliner to ensure it was as perfect as ever (it was). A quick follower check and scan for any significant updates, a glance at his watch to confirm an optimal posting time, then a glance around for anybody free to take the photograph for him because selfies were for loners, and he was better than that. Ah.
“You,” he demanded, snapping his painted fingers in the direction of the clifftop’s latest newcomer to attract their attention, holding out his phone in its lovely red case made to match his shoes. “I need a picture. Something pretty. Make sure you get my profile — they love that — and contrast nicely with the view. I really do not like to let my followers down, you understand, yes?” Mihail flashed a smile, running his tongue over his upper teeth and dropping the one hand back down to his waistline. “If you could hurry before the light changes.”
Summer was Mihail’s least favourite season. It was not especially different from any other, but it was far too hot and too sunny for his taste, always threatening the reddening of his skin and preventing him from decorating himself in gorgeous furs. He loved furs, and though he was reasonably partial to the fashion opportunities that the warmer season afforded, nothing compared to how cute he thought he looked wrapped up in a hooded mink with a bright dash of scarlet lipstick. It was an unpleasant season in more ways than one.
This summer was particularly awful.
He had intended to spend the duration of the season at the family property in Southampton, wrapped up in the arms of that gorgeous actor who had given him such an enormous diamond only a few months prior. Then the blonde had slept with some whore from his show and the news had spread and easily landed in the hands of Mihail, which wasn’t all that hard when one had the benefit of veritable spies located throughout the city. Really, he should have known better. He should have ended it the first time it had happened or the second or even the third — he had a Masters from Columbia for gods’ sake — but he hadn’t because Toto had such a roguish smile and the diamond really was massive. People were not built to withstand things like that.
As it happened, however, he was not spending his summer in Southampton. Instead, he had switched the cover star of the upcoming edition of Serpentine at the last minute and booked himself a two-week spa and meditation holiday in Thailand to clear his mind. On his subsequent return, he had made a show of blanking Toto at the Met Gala for everybody to see, which was ironic only because that was where they had first met. And everybody had seen if one took a glance at any gossip magazine the following morning. Then, carefully calculated to add insult to injury, he had run an online exclusive article detailing the worst looks of the evening and dropping his former fiancé firmly in the number one spot. It was, in his mind, the perfectly executed and most fashionable vengeance for the crime committed, not least because he had easily found several other choices of partner with which to fill his evenings and create the illusion that he was not at all upset by the entire ordeal.
The only trouble that remained unresolved was that it did all leave Mihail with a rather frustrating gap in his calendar, and he could not risk the trip to the Hamptons on his own because, well, how embarrassing would that be when everybody was certain to find out? He had thought he would simply forgo the whole thing and fly to Sauerthal to hide away for three months instead of facing the situation like an adult (though he had thus far proved himself the exact opposite), but then Leonard had told him that somebody had booked his band for some festival in Florida. He would have turned it down, but he had fond memories of the place from that little misadventure on his twenty-fourth, and he thought a couple of weeks down South was likely to suit him rather well.
Sons was a folly, really. Something silly that Mihail had started to pass the time with a couple of his friends (not that he had all that many). He had not thought it would become anything serious — he was far too busy playing editor-in-chief to a top fashion magazine that he also owned and founded and which was definitely not a cover for a rather clever family money-laundering organisation — but as it turned out, people were surprisingly interested. Not in a popular way, but in a sort of indie, underground manner, which was just what he wanted, really. So, he had Leonard charter a plane to Florida and book him a month in the Oriental Penthouse Suite at the Miami Mandarin Oriental with an adjoining Deluxe Bay View room for the assistant (gods, he was an amazing boss) and that was that. Sons of an Illustrious Cobra were playing the Apollo’s Muse festival on Friday, and he would have a wonderful and 100% Toto-free summer.
Leonard had been given instructions to organise Mihail’s cute collection of matching trunks and ensure the hotel was fully aware of Draco’s non-negotiable spa requirements before he took the rest of the day off, so Mihail had decided to spend his day exploring the festival. It would be best to understand the layout of the place before Sons performed so that they could do so to the best of their ability (although when the other two band members were going to arrive was also as yet uncertain). Besides, flying was always a drain, and it would be a comfort to stretch his legs properly for a while.
He had changed out of the comfortable outfit he had chosen for travel — imagine wearing a hoodie in public! — into something rather more appropriate. Nothing excessive, of course, just a crimson dress shirt with silver flecks and a slight frill down the front and these lovely mother-of-pearl buttons that shimmered prettily in the sun, neatly matched with some white flares and his pretty black and silver Steckels that he may or may not have nabbed from the new collection pre-release. It was perfect wear for a few hours on the beach, especially when he had no intention of going anywhere near the actual water. Such a thought would be ghastly.
They had done quite a fine job with the place. The area where all the tents had been pitched was good enough despite the massive quantities of mud that hugely lowered its appeal, although Mihail would never choose to do such an awful thing himself. He had tried ‘glamping’ once and it had been awful, so he was sticking with the hotel and he was willing to pay for it for the rest of the band because he didn’t want everyone stuck in some filthy campground and bringing back some awful disease to their performance. Gods only knew what kind of illnesses and germs were spreading around that campground, but princesses could always guess and they weren’t guessing anything particularly pleasant. But, in case it wasn’t clear from the upturn of his nose when he glanced away and the natural disdain that permeated his expression, the campground did not hold his interest.
He took a final drag on his cigarette and tossed it into a trashcan as he moved east along the beach, ignoring the stage set up in the opposite direction for now (that was a problem for later). Some way in the distance, he could see a fairground, which wasn’t his usual type of haunt, and a small cliff dotted with a few random hikers. Mihail had always enjoyed a walk — he used to walk to school directly across Central Park rather than opt for the comfort of a car most days because the solitude of his mind was better than listening to others ramble — and it was there that he now directed himself, footsteps careful to orient himself in the heavy sand so that it didn’t overflow into his loafers. It was a pleasant walk, accentuated by the light breeze and the sounds of the ocean, soothing despite all the fears that it presented.
The walk was longer than expected, but he did not mind. He had too much to think about, especially with the upcoming performance and the break-up that continued playing on his mind and whatever he was planning for the next issue of Serpentine and a million other troubles that needed sorting. He liked to run the problems through his mind, carefully dissecting them until he had a better grasp of how to handle each one in relation to another. It made the time pass faster, and before he knew it, he was standing at the top, admiring the view. Mihail was not typically interested in dull things like landscapes, but even he could appreciate that this was a beauty, hands dropped imperiously to his hips as he gazed out over it all.
There was just about enough service for a post to Instagram to let everyone know how pretty he looked standing on the clifftop with the magnificent view behind him, taking a long moment to adjust the few stray curls of his hair against the wind and follow the dramatic swirls of his eyeliner to ensure it was as perfect as ever (it was). A quick follower check and scan for any significant updates, a glance at his watch to confirm an optimal posting time, then a glance around for anybody free to take the photograph for him because selfies were for loners, and he was better than that. Ah.
“You,” he demanded, snapping his painted fingers in the direction of the clifftop’s latest newcomer to attract their attention, holding out his phone in its lovely red case made to match his shoes. “I need a picture. Something pretty. Make sure you get my profile — they love that — and contrast nicely with the view. I really do not like to let my followers down, you understand, yes?” Mihail flashed a smile, running his tongue over his upper teeth and dropping the one hand back down to his waistline. “If you could hurry before the light changes.”
The sun was fucking hot, but that was to be expected in the middle of Summer. As people darted around in various states of undress, Kaia would cast longing looks at the shimmering water. God, how she’d like to just strip down and run right into the water. Instead, she was wearing fucking jeans and boots. Silently, Kaia cursed the lazy ass past version of her who didn’t want to have to lug a change of clothes around with her.
So far, no one had particularly caught their interest as a potential target for pranking. Either that or Kaia had been too distracted with her inner complaining about the heat. She didn’t bother whining out loud about it though, for she could imagine Aea’s response and she didn’t need Alex imagining her in a bikini.
Leaving the beach, the group began towards the clifftop with the plan that rich people probably went up there to take selfies and shit. The idea of catching a bit of a breeze was secretly attractive to Kaia, so she was down with the whole idea. Anything to distract her from the heat and her thirst was welcomed for the time being.
Scanning the area absently, Kaia was startled when her gaze met another’s. ’You, I need a picture. Something pretty. Make sure you get my profile — they love that — and contrast nicely with the view. I really do not like to let my followers down, you understand, yes?’
Kaia glanced around, but no, it seemed like that finely dressed man was indeed speaking to her. “Uh, okay?” Kaia agreed, breaking away from her group to accept the red cased phone from the guy before her. Up close, she couldn’t help but notice that he was a confusing mix of attractive and beautiful. Kaia could appreciate a hot chick, but she didn’t particularly find them attractive. This guy though seemed to tug her in both directions, which was a little too much thought for the current moment. She would ponder on it later, now that she’d saved an image of him to her memory for future reflection.
’If you could hurry before the light changes.’
“Right,” Kaia agreed, her brows furrowing in thought as she focused on the screen. Kaia took a number of photos, just so this dude could have his pick of the lot. So long as at least one wasn’t blurry, Kaia would be happy with her effort.
“Here, are these alright?” Kaia asked, holding the phone back to the rather fabulous guy in question.
Lani
Kaia
Lani
Kaia
Awards
First Impressions:Lean, athletic; Straw-blonde hair, stormy blue eyes, and a nearly permanent scowl.
Address: Your
The sun was fucking hot, but that was to be expected in the middle of Summer. As people darted around in various states of undress, Kaia would cast longing looks at the shimmering water. God, how she’d like to just strip down and run right into the water. Instead, she was wearing fucking jeans and boots. Silently, Kaia cursed the lazy ass past version of her who didn’t want to have to lug a change of clothes around with her.
So far, no one had particularly caught their interest as a potential target for pranking. Either that or Kaia had been too distracted with her inner complaining about the heat. She didn’t bother whining out loud about it though, for she could imagine Aea’s response and she didn’t need Alex imagining her in a bikini.
Leaving the beach, the group began towards the clifftop with the plan that rich people probably went up there to take selfies and shit. The idea of catching a bit of a breeze was secretly attractive to Kaia, so she was down with the whole idea. Anything to distract her from the heat and her thirst was welcomed for the time being.
Scanning the area absently, Kaia was startled when her gaze met another’s. ’You, I need a picture. Something pretty. Make sure you get my profile — they love that — and contrast nicely with the view. I really do not like to let my followers down, you understand, yes?’
Kaia glanced around, but no, it seemed like that finely dressed man was indeed speaking to her. “Uh, okay?” Kaia agreed, breaking away from her group to accept the red cased phone from the guy before her. Up close, she couldn’t help but notice that he was a confusing mix of attractive and beautiful. Kaia could appreciate a hot chick, but she didn’t particularly find them attractive. This guy though seemed to tug her in both directions, which was a little too much thought for the current moment. She would ponder on it later, now that she’d saved an image of him to her memory for future reflection.
’If you could hurry before the light changes.’
“Right,” Kaia agreed, her brows furrowing in thought as she focused on the screen. Kaia took a number of photos, just so this dude could have his pick of the lot. So long as at least one wasn’t blurry, Kaia would be happy with her effort.
“Here, are these alright?” Kaia asked, holding the phone back to the rather fabulous guy in question.
The sun was fucking hot, but that was to be expected in the middle of Summer. As people darted around in various states of undress, Kaia would cast longing looks at the shimmering water. God, how she’d like to just strip down and run right into the water. Instead, she was wearing fucking jeans and boots. Silently, Kaia cursed the lazy ass past version of her who didn’t want to have to lug a change of clothes around with her.
So far, no one had particularly caught their interest as a potential target for pranking. Either that or Kaia had been too distracted with her inner complaining about the heat. She didn’t bother whining out loud about it though, for she could imagine Aea’s response and she didn’t need Alex imagining her in a bikini.
Leaving the beach, the group began towards the clifftop with the plan that rich people probably went up there to take selfies and shit. The idea of catching a bit of a breeze was secretly attractive to Kaia, so she was down with the whole idea. Anything to distract her from the heat and her thirst was welcomed for the time being.
Scanning the area absently, Kaia was startled when her gaze met another’s. ’You, I need a picture. Something pretty. Make sure you get my profile — they love that — and contrast nicely with the view. I really do not like to let my followers down, you understand, yes?’
Kaia glanced around, but no, it seemed like that finely dressed man was indeed speaking to her. “Uh, okay?” Kaia agreed, breaking away from her group to accept the red cased phone from the guy before her. Up close, she couldn’t help but notice that he was a confusing mix of attractive and beautiful. Kaia could appreciate a hot chick, but she didn’t particularly find them attractive. This guy though seemed to tug her in both directions, which was a little too much thought for the current moment. She would ponder on it later, now that she’d saved an image of him to her memory for future reflection.
’If you could hurry before the light changes.’
“Right,” Kaia agreed, her brows furrowing in thought as she focused on the screen. Kaia took a number of photos, just so this dude could have his pick of the lot. So long as at least one wasn’t blurry, Kaia would be happy with her effort.
“Here, are these alright?” Kaia asked, holding the phone back to the rather fabulous guy in question.
It was the buzzing of her phone that distracted her from her current preoccupation. With a deep sigh, she took one last puff on the cigarette, feeling the nicotine course through her, and removed it from her lips, extinguishing it in an almost empty can of beer she had repurposed as an ash tray. It was present on the nightstand of the hotel room she was currently occupying. Well, occupying was a strong word. Truthfully, it was someone else's hotel room, and she was only using it so long as their business was still in session. She lazily reached for her pre-paid cell phone and flipped it open, her eyes gazing over the text from her bandmate.
"Looks like they got the party started without me. Bitches."
Beside her, the girl whose room this was stirred, glancing over her shoulder at Daniil, both in equally bereft states of dress. She was a blonde, this girl, around Dani's age of twenty or so. Dani had struck up a conversation with her when the band had pulled into town, and it had not taken long before they were in the girl's hotel room, and Dani was showing her appreciating for a devoted fan. Truthfully, she was fairly certain that the girl had never heard of Rival Offspring before and was just excited about meeting a band, but Dani honestly didn't care. She was pretty enough, her bed was soft, and her talents in the bedroom had been adequate enough for a day's distraction. The girl spoke up now, still exhausted from their activities that had concluded just minutes before.
"Who got started without you?" The girl whose name Dani honestly struggled to remember, if she had ever known it in the first place, seemed honestly curious as she threw an arm over Dani's chest to her annoyance. Dani glanced over at her, wondering if she had enough time to take pleasure in the girl's company once more. No, probably not. Kaia and Aea needed her more, after all. Dani sighed, stretching her arms out. "Just my bandmates. Look, I gotta head out."
The girl seemed surprised as Dani swung her legs out of bed, searching for her discarded clothes on the floor of the hotel room. "You're leaving? Already?" Dani glanced at her over her shoulder as she began fitting her legs through her tight black jeans. "Uh, yeah. I just said that." Her tone indicated that she found the girl's question quite silly. The blonde fixed a glare at her, pulling the tangled sheets of the bed to cover herself. "But you-"
Dani grunted as she pulled her bra on, reaching behind her to clip it into place, her t-shirt hanging over her shoulder. She kept her voice direct but without malice as she cut the girl off, concentrating more on getting dressed than this interaction. "Listen, darling, we had a good time and I appreciate the beer, but I gotta head out. You know how it is with us musicians. Can never stay in one place for too long. We got too much to do."
The blonde seemed completely deflated, but nodded her head sadly. Satisfied that there would be no more resistance, Daniil slipped the shirt on over her head, and found her denim jacket. She did not care how fucking hot it was outside, she was not going anywhere without it. It was a fashion statement, and goddammit she was going to stand by it. Checking her light makeup in the hotel mirror and correcting what had been cast astray, Dani did indeed confirm that she still had the badass punk aesthetic she was going for. As she went for the door, she gave one last look to the blonde in the bed.
"Hey, if you end up getting those bruises checked out, make sure to let them know it was all consensual, yeah? Especially the teeth marks. Those can look bad, you with me?" The blonde flushed deeply, and nodded. Dani winked at her as the door opened. "And make sure to check our set out. Maybe I'll get you backstage, beautiful."
The moment she was out of the room, all memory of the blonde and their encounter was put out of her mind. She lit another cigarette as she started the arduous journey to the beach, wondering what kind of trouble her drummer and guitarist were going to get into. She worried about them sometimes. If she didn't know better, she'd think they were into this for the friendship and the lifestyle, not the music. it certainly seemed that way sometimes. She supposed she couldn't blame them too much, honestly. Not everyone took the art as seriously as she did, or had left behind so much to pursue it. Thoughts of home left her in a foul mood, so she put them aside, going through at least another cigarette before she finally found one of the members of Rival Offspring. Kaia. . . who was taking pictures of someone. Oh, poor Kaia. The girl just didn't know how to say no to people.
Sighing, Dani made the approach. She tapped Kaia on the shoulder. "Hope you saved a few for me back at the van. Got held up by a blonde. No idea what her name is." Her attention turned to the very attractive person that Kaia had been taking photos of. Her eyes looked him up and down, appraising him. Not bad. She didn't do dudes that often, but she might give him a tumble. And he looked devastatingly familiar.
"Do I know you from somewhere?"
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It was the buzzing of her phone that distracted her from her current preoccupation. With a deep sigh, she took one last puff on the cigarette, feeling the nicotine course through her, and removed it from her lips, extinguishing it in an almost empty can of beer she had repurposed as an ash tray. It was present on the nightstand of the hotel room she was currently occupying. Well, occupying was a strong word. Truthfully, it was someone else's hotel room, and she was only using it so long as their business was still in session. She lazily reached for her pre-paid cell phone and flipped it open, her eyes gazing over the text from her bandmate.
"Looks like they got the party started without me. Bitches."
Beside her, the girl whose room this was stirred, glancing over her shoulder at Daniil, both in equally bereft states of dress. She was a blonde, this girl, around Dani's age of twenty or so. Dani had struck up a conversation with her when the band had pulled into town, and it had not taken long before they were in the girl's hotel room, and Dani was showing her appreciating for a devoted fan. Truthfully, she was fairly certain that the girl had never heard of Rival Offspring before and was just excited about meeting a band, but Dani honestly didn't care. She was pretty enough, her bed was soft, and her talents in the bedroom had been adequate enough for a day's distraction. The girl spoke up now, still exhausted from their activities that had concluded just minutes before.
"Who got started without you?" The girl whose name Dani honestly struggled to remember, if she had ever known it in the first place, seemed honestly curious as she threw an arm over Dani's chest to her annoyance. Dani glanced over at her, wondering if she had enough time to take pleasure in the girl's company once more. No, probably not. Kaia and Aea needed her more, after all. Dani sighed, stretching her arms out. "Just my bandmates. Look, I gotta head out."
The girl seemed surprised as Dani swung her legs out of bed, searching for her discarded clothes on the floor of the hotel room. "You're leaving? Already?" Dani glanced at her over her shoulder as she began fitting her legs through her tight black jeans. "Uh, yeah. I just said that." Her tone indicated that she found the girl's question quite silly. The blonde fixed a glare at her, pulling the tangled sheets of the bed to cover herself. "But you-"
Dani grunted as she pulled her bra on, reaching behind her to clip it into place, her t-shirt hanging over her shoulder. She kept her voice direct but without malice as she cut the girl off, concentrating more on getting dressed than this interaction. "Listen, darling, we had a good time and I appreciate the beer, but I gotta head out. You know how it is with us musicians. Can never stay in one place for too long. We got too much to do."
The blonde seemed completely deflated, but nodded her head sadly. Satisfied that there would be no more resistance, Daniil slipped the shirt on over her head, and found her denim jacket. She did not care how fucking hot it was outside, she was not going anywhere without it. It was a fashion statement, and goddammit she was going to stand by it. Checking her light makeup in the hotel mirror and correcting what had been cast astray, Dani did indeed confirm that she still had the badass punk aesthetic she was going for. As she went for the door, she gave one last look to the blonde in the bed.
"Hey, if you end up getting those bruises checked out, make sure to let them know it was all consensual, yeah? Especially the teeth marks. Those can look bad, you with me?" The blonde flushed deeply, and nodded. Dani winked at her as the door opened. "And make sure to check our set out. Maybe I'll get you backstage, beautiful."
The moment she was out of the room, all memory of the blonde and their encounter was put out of her mind. She lit another cigarette as she started the arduous journey to the beach, wondering what kind of trouble her drummer and guitarist were going to get into. She worried about them sometimes. If she didn't know better, she'd think they were into this for the friendship and the lifestyle, not the music. it certainly seemed that way sometimes. She supposed she couldn't blame them too much, honestly. Not everyone took the art as seriously as she did, or had left behind so much to pursue it. Thoughts of home left her in a foul mood, so she put them aside, going through at least another cigarette before she finally found one of the members of Rival Offspring. Kaia. . . who was taking pictures of someone. Oh, poor Kaia. The girl just didn't know how to say no to people.
Sighing, Dani made the approach. She tapped Kaia on the shoulder. "Hope you saved a few for me back at the van. Got held up by a blonde. No idea what her name is." Her attention turned to the very attractive person that Kaia had been taking photos of. Her eyes looked him up and down, appraising him. Not bad. She didn't do dudes that often, but she might give him a tumble. And he looked devastatingly familiar.
"Do I know you from somewhere?"
It was the buzzing of her phone that distracted her from her current preoccupation. With a deep sigh, she took one last puff on the cigarette, feeling the nicotine course through her, and removed it from her lips, extinguishing it in an almost empty can of beer she had repurposed as an ash tray. It was present on the nightstand of the hotel room she was currently occupying. Well, occupying was a strong word. Truthfully, it was someone else's hotel room, and she was only using it so long as their business was still in session. She lazily reached for her pre-paid cell phone and flipped it open, her eyes gazing over the text from her bandmate.
"Looks like they got the party started without me. Bitches."
Beside her, the girl whose room this was stirred, glancing over her shoulder at Daniil, both in equally bereft states of dress. She was a blonde, this girl, around Dani's age of twenty or so. Dani had struck up a conversation with her when the band had pulled into town, and it had not taken long before they were in the girl's hotel room, and Dani was showing her appreciating for a devoted fan. Truthfully, she was fairly certain that the girl had never heard of Rival Offspring before and was just excited about meeting a band, but Dani honestly didn't care. She was pretty enough, her bed was soft, and her talents in the bedroom had been adequate enough for a day's distraction. The girl spoke up now, still exhausted from their activities that had concluded just minutes before.
"Who got started without you?" The girl whose name Dani honestly struggled to remember, if she had ever known it in the first place, seemed honestly curious as she threw an arm over Dani's chest to her annoyance. Dani glanced over at her, wondering if she had enough time to take pleasure in the girl's company once more. No, probably not. Kaia and Aea needed her more, after all. Dani sighed, stretching her arms out. "Just my bandmates. Look, I gotta head out."
The girl seemed surprised as Dani swung her legs out of bed, searching for her discarded clothes on the floor of the hotel room. "You're leaving? Already?" Dani glanced at her over her shoulder as she began fitting her legs through her tight black jeans. "Uh, yeah. I just said that." Her tone indicated that she found the girl's question quite silly. The blonde fixed a glare at her, pulling the tangled sheets of the bed to cover herself. "But you-"
Dani grunted as she pulled her bra on, reaching behind her to clip it into place, her t-shirt hanging over her shoulder. She kept her voice direct but without malice as she cut the girl off, concentrating more on getting dressed than this interaction. "Listen, darling, we had a good time and I appreciate the beer, but I gotta head out. You know how it is with us musicians. Can never stay in one place for too long. We got too much to do."
The blonde seemed completely deflated, but nodded her head sadly. Satisfied that there would be no more resistance, Daniil slipped the shirt on over her head, and found her denim jacket. She did not care how fucking hot it was outside, she was not going anywhere without it. It was a fashion statement, and goddammit she was going to stand by it. Checking her light makeup in the hotel mirror and correcting what had been cast astray, Dani did indeed confirm that she still had the badass punk aesthetic she was going for. As she went for the door, she gave one last look to the blonde in the bed.
"Hey, if you end up getting those bruises checked out, make sure to let them know it was all consensual, yeah? Especially the teeth marks. Those can look bad, you with me?" The blonde flushed deeply, and nodded. Dani winked at her as the door opened. "And make sure to check our set out. Maybe I'll get you backstage, beautiful."
The moment she was out of the room, all memory of the blonde and their encounter was put out of her mind. She lit another cigarette as she started the arduous journey to the beach, wondering what kind of trouble her drummer and guitarist were going to get into. She worried about them sometimes. If she didn't know better, she'd think they were into this for the friendship and the lifestyle, not the music. it certainly seemed that way sometimes. She supposed she couldn't blame them too much, honestly. Not everyone took the art as seriously as she did, or had left behind so much to pursue it. Thoughts of home left her in a foul mood, so she put them aside, going through at least another cigarette before she finally found one of the members of Rival Offspring. Kaia. . . who was taking pictures of someone. Oh, poor Kaia. The girl just didn't know how to say no to people.
Sighing, Dani made the approach. She tapped Kaia on the shoulder. "Hope you saved a few for me back at the van. Got held up by a blonde. No idea what her name is." Her attention turned to the very attractive person that Kaia had been taking photos of. Her eyes looked him up and down, appraising him. Not bad. She didn't do dudes that often, but she might give him a tumble. And he looked devastatingly familiar.
"Do I know you from somewhere?"
Halfway up the path, Aea got distracted. Without warning, she darted off the hiking trail and into the woods. She had pretty good eyesight, and she could have sworn she saw the perfect area for a certain fungus that her parents were particularly fond of. She didn’t think the festival organizers would have left such a thing to oversight, but she also couldn’t know unless she checked.
Once under the cover of the sun-baked trees, Aea slipped her flannel from her shoulders and laid it upon the ground once she stood before the cracked and rotting log laying innocuously among the beams of sun pouring through the leaves above.
When she kneeled, twigs and tiny rocks dug into her knees and shins, but she was unbothered by the sharp pings littering her skin. Carefully, she peeled pieces of soft, brittle wood away from the body of the long-dead trunk and saw nothing but bugs. So, she kept going.
For her industrious determination, she was rewarded. Fleshy and dark tawny, psilocybe semilanceata—the liberty cap—was one of the most common psychedelic fungi in North America, and here they were.
Aea picked one and quickly peeled the cap in half, laying it on her flannel and looking pointedly away. Sometimes if she sat there and watched it bruise, the gradual change of color fooled her into thinking it hadn’t bruised at all. So, she counted to sixty and looked back down. Voila. As she suspected, her identification was correct, but one could never be too careful. The mushroom didn’t bruise brown like a common parasol, nor did it turn green like the toxic caps, but blue like all psilocybin mushrooms.
She picked the grouping with care, laying them one by one in her long-sleeve shirt before clasping the cotton together like a small sack, leaving her in her bathing suit top and her shorts. She would have to wait until after the show to eat them, naturally, but she had enough to put down a horse later on. Maybe two.
A new swing in her step, she made her way out of the forest and back to the trail. Assuming Kaia and whats-his-face went to the top and not back down, she started up the trail. If she got up there and they were fucking...well, she would absolutely not be surprised. She’d play that one by ear.
Fortunately, or unfortunately, she wasn’t sure, nobody was naked on top of the ridge. She grinned regardless because Dani had finally crawled out of whatever bed she tumbled into. Aea advanced closer to their vocalist-slash-bass-player, her steps deliberately quiet as she slunk closer to her back. The short-haired girl had an arm thrown over Kaia’s shoulder and Kaia was holding a phone up to take pictures of one fuck face or another.
Fully intending to startle the slim woman, Aea brought her lips close to Dani’s ear, her tone warm and playful—a caricature of a flirt that was only half disingenuous. Aea would be lying if she said she hadn’t thought about both of her bandmates in various states of wild abandon or shuddering desperation at one point or another.
Aea blew a soft puff of air against the shell of Dani’s ear before propping her chin on the taller girl’s shoulder. “I hope she was worth missing out on codeine-vodka ice cubes.”
Her eyes flicked to the figure Kaia was photographing and her body went rigid. She blinked rapidly as if it would clear her vision. Was that Mihail fucking Thanasi? No. No, it couldn’t be—what would THE Mihail be doing all the way out here...hiking...alone? No, it couldn’t be him, it was just some wannabe pretty boy who, okay, looked fucking identical. He had a nice phone though...she bet she could swipe it when he wasn’t looking.
Aea moved from Dani’s shoulder to squint over Kaia’s. The phone screen framed the guy’s relatively perfect profile. She traced the line of his nose, the subtle arch of his perfectly-bowed lips, and butterflies erupted in her stomach like she was in sixth fucking grade again.
Okay, maybe that was him.
A combination of school-girl adoration and grown-woman needs clashed viciously inside of her. She could fan-girl on him or she could steal his phone. Choices, choices...they did need money more than Aea needed to sate her star-stricken heart.
“Wow, I’d say we’re standing in the presence of Mihail Thanasi.” Aea flicked her eyes up at the beautiful creature posed against the sky. “But Mihail isn’t nearly as gorgeous as this guy. It couldn't possibly be him.”
It felt almost vulgar to think of him in relation to anything carnal, but sometimes Aea’s eye caught onto something irresistibly pretty and she couldn’t help but want it. However, she was almost a hundred percent certain he was as gay as Kaia was straight, but a little attempt never hurt anybody. Besides, gay guys were more fun to party with than straight ones considering their continued presence indicated their preference for a girl’s intellectual company.
And, again, he had a nice phone. Just because he was ridiculously pretty didn't mean he was excluded from being fucked with.
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Halfway up the path, Aea got distracted. Without warning, she darted off the hiking trail and into the woods. She had pretty good eyesight, and she could have sworn she saw the perfect area for a certain fungus that her parents were particularly fond of. She didn’t think the festival organizers would have left such a thing to oversight, but she also couldn’t know unless she checked.
Once under the cover of the sun-baked trees, Aea slipped her flannel from her shoulders and laid it upon the ground once she stood before the cracked and rotting log laying innocuously among the beams of sun pouring through the leaves above.
When she kneeled, twigs and tiny rocks dug into her knees and shins, but she was unbothered by the sharp pings littering her skin. Carefully, she peeled pieces of soft, brittle wood away from the body of the long-dead trunk and saw nothing but bugs. So, she kept going.
For her industrious determination, she was rewarded. Fleshy and dark tawny, psilocybe semilanceata—the liberty cap—was one of the most common psychedelic fungi in North America, and here they were.
Aea picked one and quickly peeled the cap in half, laying it on her flannel and looking pointedly away. Sometimes if she sat there and watched it bruise, the gradual change of color fooled her into thinking it hadn’t bruised at all. So, she counted to sixty and looked back down. Voila. As she suspected, her identification was correct, but one could never be too careful. The mushroom didn’t bruise brown like a common parasol, nor did it turn green like the toxic caps, but blue like all psilocybin mushrooms.
She picked the grouping with care, laying them one by one in her long-sleeve shirt before clasping the cotton together like a small sack, leaving her in her bathing suit top and her shorts. She would have to wait until after the show to eat them, naturally, but she had enough to put down a horse later on. Maybe two.
A new swing in her step, she made her way out of the forest and back to the trail. Assuming Kaia and whats-his-face went to the top and not back down, she started up the trail. If she got up there and they were fucking...well, she would absolutely not be surprised. She’d play that one by ear.
Fortunately, or unfortunately, she wasn’t sure, nobody was naked on top of the ridge. She grinned regardless because Dani had finally crawled out of whatever bed she tumbled into. Aea advanced closer to their vocalist-slash-bass-player, her steps deliberately quiet as she slunk closer to her back. The short-haired girl had an arm thrown over Kaia’s shoulder and Kaia was holding a phone up to take pictures of one fuck face or another.
Fully intending to startle the slim woman, Aea brought her lips close to Dani’s ear, her tone warm and playful—a caricature of a flirt that was only half disingenuous. Aea would be lying if she said she hadn’t thought about both of her bandmates in various states of wild abandon or shuddering desperation at one point or another.
Aea blew a soft puff of air against the shell of Dani’s ear before propping her chin on the taller girl’s shoulder. “I hope she was worth missing out on codeine-vodka ice cubes.”
Her eyes flicked to the figure Kaia was photographing and her body went rigid. She blinked rapidly as if it would clear her vision. Was that Mihail fucking Thanasi? No. No, it couldn’t be—what would THE Mihail be doing all the way out here...hiking...alone? No, it couldn’t be him, it was just some wannabe pretty boy who, okay, looked fucking identical. He had a nice phone though...she bet she could swipe it when he wasn’t looking.
Aea moved from Dani’s shoulder to squint over Kaia’s. The phone screen framed the guy’s relatively perfect profile. She traced the line of his nose, the subtle arch of his perfectly-bowed lips, and butterflies erupted in her stomach like she was in sixth fucking grade again.
Okay, maybe that was him.
A combination of school-girl adoration and grown-woman needs clashed viciously inside of her. She could fan-girl on him or she could steal his phone. Choices, choices...they did need money more than Aea needed to sate her star-stricken heart.
“Wow, I’d say we’re standing in the presence of Mihail Thanasi.” Aea flicked her eyes up at the beautiful creature posed against the sky. “But Mihail isn’t nearly as gorgeous as this guy. It couldn't possibly be him.”
It felt almost vulgar to think of him in relation to anything carnal, but sometimes Aea’s eye caught onto something irresistibly pretty and she couldn’t help but want it. However, she was almost a hundred percent certain he was as gay as Kaia was straight, but a little attempt never hurt anybody. Besides, gay guys were more fun to party with than straight ones considering their continued presence indicated their preference for a girl’s intellectual company.
And, again, he had a nice phone. Just because he was ridiculously pretty didn't mean he was excluded from being fucked with.
Halfway up the path, Aea got distracted. Without warning, she darted off the hiking trail and into the woods. She had pretty good eyesight, and she could have sworn she saw the perfect area for a certain fungus that her parents were particularly fond of. She didn’t think the festival organizers would have left such a thing to oversight, but she also couldn’t know unless she checked.
Once under the cover of the sun-baked trees, Aea slipped her flannel from her shoulders and laid it upon the ground once she stood before the cracked and rotting log laying innocuously among the beams of sun pouring through the leaves above.
When she kneeled, twigs and tiny rocks dug into her knees and shins, but she was unbothered by the sharp pings littering her skin. Carefully, she peeled pieces of soft, brittle wood away from the body of the long-dead trunk and saw nothing but bugs. So, she kept going.
For her industrious determination, she was rewarded. Fleshy and dark tawny, psilocybe semilanceata—the liberty cap—was one of the most common psychedelic fungi in North America, and here they were.
Aea picked one and quickly peeled the cap in half, laying it on her flannel and looking pointedly away. Sometimes if she sat there and watched it bruise, the gradual change of color fooled her into thinking it hadn’t bruised at all. So, she counted to sixty and looked back down. Voila. As she suspected, her identification was correct, but one could never be too careful. The mushroom didn’t bruise brown like a common parasol, nor did it turn green like the toxic caps, but blue like all psilocybin mushrooms.
She picked the grouping with care, laying them one by one in her long-sleeve shirt before clasping the cotton together like a small sack, leaving her in her bathing suit top and her shorts. She would have to wait until after the show to eat them, naturally, but she had enough to put down a horse later on. Maybe two.
A new swing in her step, she made her way out of the forest and back to the trail. Assuming Kaia and whats-his-face went to the top and not back down, she started up the trail. If she got up there and they were fucking...well, she would absolutely not be surprised. She’d play that one by ear.
Fortunately, or unfortunately, she wasn’t sure, nobody was naked on top of the ridge. She grinned regardless because Dani had finally crawled out of whatever bed she tumbled into. Aea advanced closer to their vocalist-slash-bass-player, her steps deliberately quiet as she slunk closer to her back. The short-haired girl had an arm thrown over Kaia’s shoulder and Kaia was holding a phone up to take pictures of one fuck face or another.
Fully intending to startle the slim woman, Aea brought her lips close to Dani’s ear, her tone warm and playful—a caricature of a flirt that was only half disingenuous. Aea would be lying if she said she hadn’t thought about both of her bandmates in various states of wild abandon or shuddering desperation at one point or another.
Aea blew a soft puff of air against the shell of Dani’s ear before propping her chin on the taller girl’s shoulder. “I hope she was worth missing out on codeine-vodka ice cubes.”
Her eyes flicked to the figure Kaia was photographing and her body went rigid. She blinked rapidly as if it would clear her vision. Was that Mihail fucking Thanasi? No. No, it couldn’t be—what would THE Mihail be doing all the way out here...hiking...alone? No, it couldn’t be him, it was just some wannabe pretty boy who, okay, looked fucking identical. He had a nice phone though...she bet she could swipe it when he wasn’t looking.
Aea moved from Dani’s shoulder to squint over Kaia’s. The phone screen framed the guy’s relatively perfect profile. She traced the line of his nose, the subtle arch of his perfectly-bowed lips, and butterflies erupted in her stomach like she was in sixth fucking grade again.
Okay, maybe that was him.
A combination of school-girl adoration and grown-woman needs clashed viciously inside of her. She could fan-girl on him or she could steal his phone. Choices, choices...they did need money more than Aea needed to sate her star-stricken heart.
“Wow, I’d say we’re standing in the presence of Mihail Thanasi.” Aea flicked her eyes up at the beautiful creature posed against the sky. “But Mihail isn’t nearly as gorgeous as this guy. It couldn't possibly be him.”
It felt almost vulgar to think of him in relation to anything carnal, but sometimes Aea’s eye caught onto something irresistibly pretty and she couldn’t help but want it. However, she was almost a hundred percent certain he was as gay as Kaia was straight, but a little attempt never hurt anybody. Besides, gay guys were more fun to party with than straight ones considering their continued presence indicated their preference for a girl’s intellectual company.
And, again, he had a nice phone. Just because he was ridiculously pretty didn't mean he was excluded from being fucked with.
Alex was surprised to hear a new voice that broke Kaia away from him. Aea had darted off into the woods some time ago, and left himself and the blonde moving up the path on their own. Kaia had moved on like this was normal behavior, so he had done the same, continuing up the path towards the precipice. So now he stood, arms folded across his chest, waiting on Kaia to finish taking pictures of a man who was far prettier than men had any right to be. Truth be told, this new voice was rather androgynous looking. As he watched Kaia return the phone, he heard the approach of two other people. The one voice was familiar, Aea, and it was teasing the newcomer. The newest arrival was a woman clad in a shirt and denim jacket, despite the blistering heat. She certainly fit the look for music festival, and it looked as if she knew the others.
Aea and the newcomer both seemed to react to the man who had asked Kaia to take his picture, it was as if they knew who he was, which was shocking as Alex had never seen him before, or at least could not recall having seen him. So they know this pretty boy? I’ve partied my way through every major city, attending countless celebrity events, mingled with the most famous people of the United States, and yet I’ve not seen this one. Somehow they know him and not me? What is this travesty? What kind of a rock are they living under? This is insane! His thoughts poured over one another in rapid succession, and the shock mixed with indignation at not receiving his due recognition, despite the fact that he had intended to keep a low profile for the day. “Aea!” He called as he turned and stepped closer to her and the newest arrival. “Glad you found us again! You dipped off so fast that I thought we might have lost you!” His voice was excitable, the drug clearly flowing through his system. He offered his hand to the dark haired, green eyed, jacket wearing girl. “I’m Alex, Alex Iraklidis. I met Kaia and Aea just a bit ago looking for something exciting to do today and for people to party with tonight. What is your name?”
Finally they dropped a name, confirming that they did, in fact, know of this strange man. Which only served to press Alex over the edge. Before he could stop himself, he began to speak again. “Oh, I see, you guys know the pretty boy at the top of the mountain, but don’t even passingly recognize the famous man that came up to speak to you, and gave you his name. What’s a guy got to do to get noticed? Shit, I only led the league in total touchdowns last year. My team made it to the playoffs on my back. I’ve got endorsements out the ass, commercials, but nope, not noticed. Instead it’s some Instagram famous dude on a hill. Fuck!” Now it was out there, all of his work concealing himself was gone, at least in front of these four. Now why did I have to go and do that? I knew they wanted to prank rich people and now I just told them I have money? Goddamnit! This E has my mind addled and racing. I’m saying too much, getting a bit too riled up. Just gotta mellow out. Maybe find some pot to go with it. With his words out there and his thoughts sort of in a line, he looked over the four people assembled and waited to see them react.
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Alex was surprised to hear a new voice that broke Kaia away from him. Aea had darted off into the woods some time ago, and left himself and the blonde moving up the path on their own. Kaia had moved on like this was normal behavior, so he had done the same, continuing up the path towards the precipice. So now he stood, arms folded across his chest, waiting on Kaia to finish taking pictures of a man who was far prettier than men had any right to be. Truth be told, this new voice was rather androgynous looking. As he watched Kaia return the phone, he heard the approach of two other people. The one voice was familiar, Aea, and it was teasing the newcomer. The newest arrival was a woman clad in a shirt and denim jacket, despite the blistering heat. She certainly fit the look for music festival, and it looked as if she knew the others.
Aea and the newcomer both seemed to react to the man who had asked Kaia to take his picture, it was as if they knew who he was, which was shocking as Alex had never seen him before, or at least could not recall having seen him. So they know this pretty boy? I’ve partied my way through every major city, attending countless celebrity events, mingled with the most famous people of the United States, and yet I’ve not seen this one. Somehow they know him and not me? What is this travesty? What kind of a rock are they living under? This is insane! His thoughts poured over one another in rapid succession, and the shock mixed with indignation at not receiving his due recognition, despite the fact that he had intended to keep a low profile for the day. “Aea!” He called as he turned and stepped closer to her and the newest arrival. “Glad you found us again! You dipped off so fast that I thought we might have lost you!” His voice was excitable, the drug clearly flowing through his system. He offered his hand to the dark haired, green eyed, jacket wearing girl. “I’m Alex, Alex Iraklidis. I met Kaia and Aea just a bit ago looking for something exciting to do today and for people to party with tonight. What is your name?”
Finally they dropped a name, confirming that they did, in fact, know of this strange man. Which only served to press Alex over the edge. Before he could stop himself, he began to speak again. “Oh, I see, you guys know the pretty boy at the top of the mountain, but don’t even passingly recognize the famous man that came up to speak to you, and gave you his name. What’s a guy got to do to get noticed? Shit, I only led the league in total touchdowns last year. My team made it to the playoffs on my back. I’ve got endorsements out the ass, commercials, but nope, not noticed. Instead it’s some Instagram famous dude on a hill. Fuck!” Now it was out there, all of his work concealing himself was gone, at least in front of these four. Now why did I have to go and do that? I knew they wanted to prank rich people and now I just told them I have money? Goddamnit! This E has my mind addled and racing. I’m saying too much, getting a bit too riled up. Just gotta mellow out. Maybe find some pot to go with it. With his words out there and his thoughts sort of in a line, he looked over the four people assembled and waited to see them react.
Alex was surprised to hear a new voice that broke Kaia away from him. Aea had darted off into the woods some time ago, and left himself and the blonde moving up the path on their own. Kaia had moved on like this was normal behavior, so he had done the same, continuing up the path towards the precipice. So now he stood, arms folded across his chest, waiting on Kaia to finish taking pictures of a man who was far prettier than men had any right to be. Truth be told, this new voice was rather androgynous looking. As he watched Kaia return the phone, he heard the approach of two other people. The one voice was familiar, Aea, and it was teasing the newcomer. The newest arrival was a woman clad in a shirt and denim jacket, despite the blistering heat. She certainly fit the look for music festival, and it looked as if she knew the others.
Aea and the newcomer both seemed to react to the man who had asked Kaia to take his picture, it was as if they knew who he was, which was shocking as Alex had never seen him before, or at least could not recall having seen him. So they know this pretty boy? I’ve partied my way through every major city, attending countless celebrity events, mingled with the most famous people of the United States, and yet I’ve not seen this one. Somehow they know him and not me? What is this travesty? What kind of a rock are they living under? This is insane! His thoughts poured over one another in rapid succession, and the shock mixed with indignation at not receiving his due recognition, despite the fact that he had intended to keep a low profile for the day. “Aea!” He called as he turned and stepped closer to her and the newest arrival. “Glad you found us again! You dipped off so fast that I thought we might have lost you!” His voice was excitable, the drug clearly flowing through his system. He offered his hand to the dark haired, green eyed, jacket wearing girl. “I’m Alex, Alex Iraklidis. I met Kaia and Aea just a bit ago looking for something exciting to do today and for people to party with tonight. What is your name?”
Finally they dropped a name, confirming that they did, in fact, know of this strange man. Which only served to press Alex over the edge. Before he could stop himself, he began to speak again. “Oh, I see, you guys know the pretty boy at the top of the mountain, but don’t even passingly recognize the famous man that came up to speak to you, and gave you his name. What’s a guy got to do to get noticed? Shit, I only led the league in total touchdowns last year. My team made it to the playoffs on my back. I’ve got endorsements out the ass, commercials, but nope, not noticed. Instead it’s some Instagram famous dude on a hill. Fuck!” Now it was out there, all of his work concealing himself was gone, at least in front of these four. Now why did I have to go and do that? I knew they wanted to prank rich people and now I just told them I have money? Goddamnit! This E has my mind addled and racing. I’m saying too much, getting a bit too riled up. Just gotta mellow out. Maybe find some pot to go with it. With his words out there and his thoughts sort of in a line, he looked over the four people assembled and waited to see them react.
She was quick at doing as she was told, which was appreciated because the light had been perfect, and Mihail did not wish to waste a moment. He posed appropriately, certain that his slight silhouette against the light was going to look wonderful, and ready to send a selection to Leonard so that he would be able to pick the few where his boss was at his best (a difficult task, for sure, though the assistant had never seemed to fail in his five years in the role). When she was done, he did not hesitate in snatching back the phone, glancing through the images carefully to ensure that the cute little freckle halfway down his nose was perfectly visible in all of them and then quickly shortening the list to an easy five for the assistant to make his choice.
“Those are super great,” he responded finally, making an effort for his voice not to sound as inherently sarcastic as it naturally was, slipping the phone back into his back pocket and returning his hand to its more comfortable position on his hip as he surveyed the group that had suddenly appeared atop the cliff with him. Urgh, so much for personal space.
He would have introduced himself at the question of familiarity had one of the newcomers not beat him to the answer. A hand stuck out naturally, painted fingers pointed delicately downwards as he awaited the usual greeting from each in turn. “Mimi Thanasi. You can call me Mimi or Princess, if you prefer.” He tapped lightly on the gold necklace that matched this self-imposed title to accentuate his point, giving each of them a moment to accept his introduction, deciding to give them a chance to present themselves in turn, though he did not think he was all that interested. Other people were, well, other people.
One of the newcomers was clearly freaking out in the way that most men did when they found their worth questioned. Mihail raised an eyebrow as he ranted about being unknown, as if people were supposed to know who every uninteresting sportsman was. Besides, he did not appreciate the insinuation that he was Instagram famous, as though that was a thing of which anybody should be proud.
“Um, excuse you,” the man replied, turning his attention entirely onto this Alex Iraklides figure, half-pouting in offence, semi-native German undertones of his accent slipping out with the anger. “I am a Thanasi. I own an excessively successful magazine. I am in a band; we are headlining this event. I have been on GQ’s best-dressed for the past three years, and I have a masters in philosophy from an Ivy League institution. Let me make very clear that I am not ‘Instagram famous’. Solely because fourteen million people happen to be interested in what I do does not mean that it is my sole claim to fame.” He took a step towards him, still obviously annoyed by this turn of events, jabbing a thin finger in his direction like he was some idiotic second assistant messing up another Starbucks order. “Allow me to assure you that nobody is impressed by your ability to run around with a misshapen ball in some toxic display of masculinity.”
He paused, distracted for a second by his own train of thought, then added: “And I do not appreciate the term ‘dude’. It is unduly gendered, and not in the manner that I personally identify. Do try and do your research in future. @princessmimi, for reference.”
Mihail was done with the insult, glancing back at the girls who appeared rather more reasonable than the other guy. He curved his expression back into the usual smile that did not quite reach his eyes, tilting his head to one side and changing the subject drastically as though the previous moments had not occurred, choosing a question that had an obvious answer but redirected conversation easily enough, not to mention gave them each an opportunity to respond. “Are you here for the festival?”
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Mihail
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First Impressions:Slim; Broken nose, piercing gaze, red-painted nails.
Address: Your His Lordship
She was quick at doing as she was told, which was appreciated because the light had been perfect, and Mihail did not wish to waste a moment. He posed appropriately, certain that his slight silhouette against the light was going to look wonderful, and ready to send a selection to Leonard so that he would be able to pick the few where his boss was at his best (a difficult task, for sure, though the assistant had never seemed to fail in his five years in the role). When she was done, he did not hesitate in snatching back the phone, glancing through the images carefully to ensure that the cute little freckle halfway down his nose was perfectly visible in all of them and then quickly shortening the list to an easy five for the assistant to make his choice.
“Those are super great,” he responded finally, making an effort for his voice not to sound as inherently sarcastic as it naturally was, slipping the phone back into his back pocket and returning his hand to its more comfortable position on his hip as he surveyed the group that had suddenly appeared atop the cliff with him. Urgh, so much for personal space.
He would have introduced himself at the question of familiarity had one of the newcomers not beat him to the answer. A hand stuck out naturally, painted fingers pointed delicately downwards as he awaited the usual greeting from each in turn. “Mimi Thanasi. You can call me Mimi or Princess, if you prefer.” He tapped lightly on the gold necklace that matched this self-imposed title to accentuate his point, giving each of them a moment to accept his introduction, deciding to give them a chance to present themselves in turn, though he did not think he was all that interested. Other people were, well, other people.
One of the newcomers was clearly freaking out in the way that most men did when they found their worth questioned. Mihail raised an eyebrow as he ranted about being unknown, as if people were supposed to know who every uninteresting sportsman was. Besides, he did not appreciate the insinuation that he was Instagram famous, as though that was a thing of which anybody should be proud.
“Um, excuse you,” the man replied, turning his attention entirely onto this Alex Iraklides figure, half-pouting in offence, semi-native German undertones of his accent slipping out with the anger. “I am a Thanasi. I own an excessively successful magazine. I am in a band; we are headlining this event. I have been on GQ’s best-dressed for the past three years, and I have a masters in philosophy from an Ivy League institution. Let me make very clear that I am not ‘Instagram famous’. Solely because fourteen million people happen to be interested in what I do does not mean that it is my sole claim to fame.” He took a step towards him, still obviously annoyed by this turn of events, jabbing a thin finger in his direction like he was some idiotic second assistant messing up another Starbucks order. “Allow me to assure you that nobody is impressed by your ability to run around with a misshapen ball in some toxic display of masculinity.”
He paused, distracted for a second by his own train of thought, then added: “And I do not appreciate the term ‘dude’. It is unduly gendered, and not in the manner that I personally identify. Do try and do your research in future. @princessmimi, for reference.”
Mihail was done with the insult, glancing back at the girls who appeared rather more reasonable than the other guy. He curved his expression back into the usual smile that did not quite reach his eyes, tilting his head to one side and changing the subject drastically as though the previous moments had not occurred, choosing a question that had an obvious answer but redirected conversation easily enough, not to mention gave them each an opportunity to respond. “Are you here for the festival?”
She was quick at doing as she was told, which was appreciated because the light had been perfect, and Mihail did not wish to waste a moment. He posed appropriately, certain that his slight silhouette against the light was going to look wonderful, and ready to send a selection to Leonard so that he would be able to pick the few where his boss was at his best (a difficult task, for sure, though the assistant had never seemed to fail in his five years in the role). When she was done, he did not hesitate in snatching back the phone, glancing through the images carefully to ensure that the cute little freckle halfway down his nose was perfectly visible in all of them and then quickly shortening the list to an easy five for the assistant to make his choice.
“Those are super great,” he responded finally, making an effort for his voice not to sound as inherently sarcastic as it naturally was, slipping the phone back into his back pocket and returning his hand to its more comfortable position on his hip as he surveyed the group that had suddenly appeared atop the cliff with him. Urgh, so much for personal space.
He would have introduced himself at the question of familiarity had one of the newcomers not beat him to the answer. A hand stuck out naturally, painted fingers pointed delicately downwards as he awaited the usual greeting from each in turn. “Mimi Thanasi. You can call me Mimi or Princess, if you prefer.” He tapped lightly on the gold necklace that matched this self-imposed title to accentuate his point, giving each of them a moment to accept his introduction, deciding to give them a chance to present themselves in turn, though he did not think he was all that interested. Other people were, well, other people.
One of the newcomers was clearly freaking out in the way that most men did when they found their worth questioned. Mihail raised an eyebrow as he ranted about being unknown, as if people were supposed to know who every uninteresting sportsman was. Besides, he did not appreciate the insinuation that he was Instagram famous, as though that was a thing of which anybody should be proud.
“Um, excuse you,” the man replied, turning his attention entirely onto this Alex Iraklides figure, half-pouting in offence, semi-native German undertones of his accent slipping out with the anger. “I am a Thanasi. I own an excessively successful magazine. I am in a band; we are headlining this event. I have been on GQ’s best-dressed for the past three years, and I have a masters in philosophy from an Ivy League institution. Let me make very clear that I am not ‘Instagram famous’. Solely because fourteen million people happen to be interested in what I do does not mean that it is my sole claim to fame.” He took a step towards him, still obviously annoyed by this turn of events, jabbing a thin finger in his direction like he was some idiotic second assistant messing up another Starbucks order. “Allow me to assure you that nobody is impressed by your ability to run around with a misshapen ball in some toxic display of masculinity.”
He paused, distracted for a second by his own train of thought, then added: “And I do not appreciate the term ‘dude’. It is unduly gendered, and not in the manner that I personally identify. Do try and do your research in future. @princessmimi, for reference.”
Mihail was done with the insult, glancing back at the girls who appeared rather more reasonable than the other guy. He curved his expression back into the usual smile that did not quite reach his eyes, tilting his head to one side and changing the subject drastically as though the previous moments had not occurred, choosing a question that had an obvious answer but redirected conversation easily enough, not to mention gave them each an opportunity to respond. “Are you here for the festival?”
’Those are super great.’
Kaia was relieved that she’d taken some decent photos. She couldn’t quite shift the niggling thought that the guy looked familiar, but she didn’t say anything just in case. Who knows, maybe she’d realise why he looked so familiar if she was looking at him with poor, backstage lighting.
Soon enough, there was a tap on her shoulder, announcing the arrival of their bassist, Dani, ’Hope you saved a few for me back at the van. Got held up by a blonde. No idea what her name is.’
Kaia gave a small huff of amusement. It surprised her not that Dani didn’t catch her most recent fling’s name. It just wasn’t Dani’s style. “I hope you haven’t left this one heartbroken. We don’t need another stalker,” Kaia teased.
’Do I know you from somewhere?’
Thank God, Kaia wasn’t going crazy, he did look familiar! Kaia shot Dani a look of understanding, though she could not place a name or a place that she’d seen the man before. When Aea arrived however, it all finally started to make sense.
Mihail Thanasi, his band was headlining the entire event. Kaia’s eyes widened in realisation and her lips fell ajar as it dawned on her that she had actually spoken to Mihail Thanasi. She wished she realised sooner, as she could have asked for a selfie while still holding his phone.
’Mimi Thanasi. You can call me Mimi or Princess, if you prefer.’
Kaia grinned, and took Mimi’s hand, “I’m Kaia.” There was no way he would have heard of her before, but it didn’t matter. She was still speaking to the illustrious Mimi Thanasi and she could barely comprehend how to actually communicate more than her own name.
All of a sudden, Alex’s voice cut through the conversation with a sharp edge, ’Oh, I see, you guys know the pretty boy at the top of the mountain, but don’t even passingly recognize the famous man that came up to speak to you, and gave you his name. What’s a guy got to do to get noticed? Shit, I only led the league in total touchdowns last year. My team made it to the playoffs on my back. I’ve got endorsements out the ass, commercials, but nope, not noticed. Instead it’s some Instagram famous dude on a hill. Fuck!
Oh? He was famous too? What the shit! Kaia gave him another look over. It probably explained his neat and trim physique and ‘casual’ wear. She really just did not follow sports.
As Mimi launched into his curt response towards Alex, Kaia felt a similar desire to hush and remain still, as if she were back in school, where her teacher was lecturing the class about poor behaviour. Even though she was not the one in the firing line, she felt inclined to stay out of it. Once Mimi was done though, his expression softened once more, and the heavy weight of tension was gone.
’Are you here for the festival?’
“Yeah,” Kaia answered eagerly, glancing towards Alex and her bandmates in turn. “We’re actually playing too.”
Damn, the heat was getting oppressive. It felt hotter, though it was probably because she was meeting a literal rockstar in the flesh. Still, she was looking forward to cooling off in the water; she’d decided she would go for a swim, in her bra and panties if need be. Fuck it, she hated the heat. Perhaps Alex should going her if he needed to cool down after his little outburst.
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Kaia
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First Impressions:Lean, athletic; Straw-blonde hair, stormy blue eyes, and a nearly permanent scowl.
Address: Your
Kaia was relieved that she’d taken some decent photos. She couldn’t quite shift the niggling thought that the guy looked familiar, but she didn’t say anything just in case. Who knows, maybe she’d realise why he looked so familiar if she was looking at him with poor, backstage lighting.
Soon enough, there was a tap on her shoulder, announcing the arrival of their bassist, Dani, ’Hope you saved a few for me back at the van. Got held up by a blonde. No idea what her name is.’
Kaia gave a small huff of amusement. It surprised her not that Dani didn’t catch her most recent fling’s name. It just wasn’t Dani’s style. “I hope you haven’t left this one heartbroken. We don’t need another stalker,” Kaia teased.
’Do I know you from somewhere?’
Thank God, Kaia wasn’t going crazy, he did look familiar! Kaia shot Dani a look of understanding, though she could not place a name or a place that she’d seen the man before. When Aea arrived however, it all finally started to make sense.
Mihail Thanasi, his band was headlining the entire event. Kaia’s eyes widened in realisation and her lips fell ajar as it dawned on her that she had actually spoken to Mihail Thanasi. She wished she realised sooner, as she could have asked for a selfie while still holding his phone.
’Mimi Thanasi. You can call me Mimi or Princess, if you prefer.’
Kaia grinned, and took Mimi’s hand, “I’m Kaia.” There was no way he would have heard of her before, but it didn’t matter. She was still speaking to the illustrious Mimi Thanasi and she could barely comprehend how to actually communicate more than her own name.
All of a sudden, Alex’s voice cut through the conversation with a sharp edge, ’Oh, I see, you guys know the pretty boy at the top of the mountain, but don’t even passingly recognize the famous man that came up to speak to you, and gave you his name. What’s a guy got to do to get noticed? Shit, I only led the league in total touchdowns last year. My team made it to the playoffs on my back. I’ve got endorsements out the ass, commercials, but nope, not noticed. Instead it’s some Instagram famous dude on a hill. Fuck!
Oh? He was famous too? What the shit! Kaia gave him another look over. It probably explained his neat and trim physique and ‘casual’ wear. She really just did not follow sports.
As Mimi launched into his curt response towards Alex, Kaia felt a similar desire to hush and remain still, as if she were back in school, where her teacher was lecturing the class about poor behaviour. Even though she was not the one in the firing line, she felt inclined to stay out of it. Once Mimi was done though, his expression softened once more, and the heavy weight of tension was gone.
’Are you here for the festival?’
“Yeah,” Kaia answered eagerly, glancing towards Alex and her bandmates in turn. “We’re actually playing too.”
Damn, the heat was getting oppressive. It felt hotter, though it was probably because she was meeting a literal rockstar in the flesh. Still, she was looking forward to cooling off in the water; she’d decided she would go for a swim, in her bra and panties if need be. Fuck it, she hated the heat. Perhaps Alex should going her if he needed to cool down after his little outburst.
’Those are super great.’
Kaia was relieved that she’d taken some decent photos. She couldn’t quite shift the niggling thought that the guy looked familiar, but she didn’t say anything just in case. Who knows, maybe she’d realise why he looked so familiar if she was looking at him with poor, backstage lighting.
Soon enough, there was a tap on her shoulder, announcing the arrival of their bassist, Dani, ’Hope you saved a few for me back at the van. Got held up by a blonde. No idea what her name is.’
Kaia gave a small huff of amusement. It surprised her not that Dani didn’t catch her most recent fling’s name. It just wasn’t Dani’s style. “I hope you haven’t left this one heartbroken. We don’t need another stalker,” Kaia teased.
’Do I know you from somewhere?’
Thank God, Kaia wasn’t going crazy, he did look familiar! Kaia shot Dani a look of understanding, though she could not place a name or a place that she’d seen the man before. When Aea arrived however, it all finally started to make sense.
Mihail Thanasi, his band was headlining the entire event. Kaia’s eyes widened in realisation and her lips fell ajar as it dawned on her that she had actually spoken to Mihail Thanasi. She wished she realised sooner, as she could have asked for a selfie while still holding his phone.
’Mimi Thanasi. You can call me Mimi or Princess, if you prefer.’
Kaia grinned, and took Mimi’s hand, “I’m Kaia.” There was no way he would have heard of her before, but it didn’t matter. She was still speaking to the illustrious Mimi Thanasi and she could barely comprehend how to actually communicate more than her own name.
All of a sudden, Alex’s voice cut through the conversation with a sharp edge, ’Oh, I see, you guys know the pretty boy at the top of the mountain, but don’t even passingly recognize the famous man that came up to speak to you, and gave you his name. What’s a guy got to do to get noticed? Shit, I only led the league in total touchdowns last year. My team made it to the playoffs on my back. I’ve got endorsements out the ass, commercials, but nope, not noticed. Instead it’s some Instagram famous dude on a hill. Fuck!
Oh? He was famous too? What the shit! Kaia gave him another look over. It probably explained his neat and trim physique and ‘casual’ wear. She really just did not follow sports.
As Mimi launched into his curt response towards Alex, Kaia felt a similar desire to hush and remain still, as if she were back in school, where her teacher was lecturing the class about poor behaviour. Even though she was not the one in the firing line, she felt inclined to stay out of it. Once Mimi was done though, his expression softened once more, and the heavy weight of tension was gone.
’Are you here for the festival?’
“Yeah,” Kaia answered eagerly, glancing towards Alex and her bandmates in turn. “We’re actually playing too.”
Damn, the heat was getting oppressive. It felt hotter, though it was probably because she was meeting a literal rockstar in the flesh. Still, she was looking forward to cooling off in the water; she’d decided she would go for a swim, in her bra and panties if need be. Fuck it, she hated the heat. Perhaps Alex should going her if he needed to cool down after his little outburst.
