show your losing hand [ cabin fever ]
Jun 12, 2021 8:57:44 GMT -5
Post by pogue on Jun 12, 2021 8:57:44 GMT -5
C A L L U M |
L O V E
Love's mind is caught in between two worlds, clashing and pulling apart at the seams as he sits on top of the stool in the corner, the soft lighting of the room scattering and bouncing against the loose sweats and shirt he wears. In one half his eyes follow the movements and ride along the waves, Emie's pacing form contrasting against the relatively dull motion of Julian's lounging body sat against the couch. If there were a camera on them Love would have been sure to be next to him, pulling glass reflections into their form to hold the facade. Fortunately for both of them, though, nothing in this room was much worth watching.
It's why he'd snuck a headphone into his ear around minute three of useless conversation, thumb pressing softly on the play button until a click had echoed out and the drumline came in, contrasting against the harsh voices of two legacies in front of him.
"Hey Loverboy." Emerson finally calls, venom on her tongue. "Maybe pay attention while we're talking."
He laughs, softly, gently tugging the headphone from his ear and letting it fall to his lap. The music keeps playing, a harsh chorus to the ocean of serious stares he's supposed to be drowning in. "Yes, my liege." He mutters with a smirk, head instinctively still nodding along with the rhythm that spills from his lap.
"The Sevens are up to their old tricks together, this time with company. Lower districts are banding together, and some scattered duos are starting to pop up." He states plainly, tilting his head and letting his gaze drift briefly to Julian before back to Emerson.
"So, got a plan Emie?"