(shoot it through your veins)

[CASSIDY DAVENPORT.]

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of course cassidy logan davenport was having a horrible day. he had woken up with a splitting hangover, and no recollection of the previous night, not to mention his apartment was a total disaster. of course there was a party at his house the night before, there always was. something was always going on over there, considering he lived with five other guys who partied even more than he did, which was saying a lot. even though he was the reincarnation of dionysus, who was the god of wine, theatre and festivities. so pretty much, he was supposed to party all the time. though as much as he liked having a good time, he preferred quality over quantity. but today he was going to take the day off. he needed time to himself, and the only way he could do that would be to get away from the house at least for one night. and hopefully, he would be spending the evening alone. tonight, he didn’t want any company, or anybody ruining it for him.

after a long day of work, and dealing with rich people who didn’t tip the host enough, cassidy was ready to get away from the world for a little while. however, it was still light out, and there wasn’t much to do around roseneath. cassidy didn’t exactly like the fact that he lived in a small town where the only thing open late were bars and nightclubs for those over twenty-one. not that roseneath ever observed that law. besides, he wanted to be soing something that didn’t involve him getting wasted off his ass and not remembering shit. that and half the time, he got a moustache or something like that drawn on his face. honestly, that was not exactly what he wanted to have happen. and even if he fell asleep with his shoes off, he still managed to be the one that everybody made fun of and turned into human artwork. thankfully, he had managed to get the moustache off in time for work. he highly doubted that going to the olive garden with his face as a canvas would be a good idea. after all, he had shown up hungover, drunk, high, and in many other states, and he had no desire to be fired.

cassidy hated his job more than anything, but it paid the bills, and also contributed to the alcohol fund. he hated pretending to be happy around all these stupid people eating mediocre italian food. but, it was much better than being unemployed with no money. otherwise, he would be living out of a cardboard box, and that would not exactly be ideal for anyone. seeing as cassidy had already had an extremely stressful day, having woken up with a moustache on his face, and then having to seat customers for eight hours, he needed time to himself, with no interruption. walking down to the beach, he hoped that maybe watching the sun set, and being able to do exactly what he wanted to do, would make him feel a little better. he didn’t want to party, since really, that wasn’t exactly his thing, especially with random people he didn’t know. at least the beach was pretty much deserted at this point. no tourists, or anybody else. sitting down, he just wanted to take his mind off everything stressful that was going on.

taking out his cell phone, cassidy noticed he had five unread messages, all of them asking if he would go out that night, and rather than respond saying no, he just decided to ignore them. knowing him, cassidy would find something else to do. the beach wasn’t the most entertaining place, but at least he had his ipod, which at that point was blasting arcade fire. indie rock always seemed to make him feel a little better, and sort of put him in his own little world away from everything else that was going on. under no circumstances was he going to be bothered by anything. this evening was all about him having his own space, and not getting wasted off his ass.

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^{TAG - viola
WORDS - six eighty eight
NOTES - ugh, sorry it sucks.
TUNES - rainbow veins , owl city.
CREDIT - template by MUNZTAR * of caution 2.0}

[VIOLETTA PRYDERI]

Let's get over those entwined anxieties and loneliness

being from montreal, quebec, canada, warm beaches were always a treat for violetta pryderi. it was always either cold or moderate in canada, never scorching hot like roseneath was in the summer time. even though it the sun was already beginning it's slow decline back into the horizon, the beach was now almost empty, only a few couples walking along the ocean's edge. there were also still several beach tanners who were enjoying the last bit of the sun's rays, content and asleep underneath their beach umbrellas.

viola had been at roseneath beach since the afternoon, taking the day off to herself by reading her summer reading book for school. or that's what she planned at least. the poor girl had spent the whole day snoring underneath the shade of her own umbrella, her wide sunglasses covering her face. the book was so boring it had slipped out of her slender fingertips and landed on top her chest. a slip of drool had escaped her light pink lips, leaving her whole appearance quite humorous.

however, was she as content as she looked? behind her oversized glasses was a look of... pain? the sleeping girl exhaled fervently, adjusting her body position. the book slid off her chest and landed on the sand with a soft thud. this nightmare was getting worse and worse. and somehow, it always featured a beautiful woman with long, flowing hair. it was always the same dream over and over again. the woman was on a exquisite island, however she was always crying. and whenever the crying got worse, the weather around her always grew stormier and stormier...

but wait. it grew different.

a figure on the side, though blurry it was that of a man. viola saw that the woman stopped, looking intently at the figure. the sobbing subsided, and she slowly got up. the woman walked to the man...

viola woke up with a start. she gasped, her white blonde hair astray. it had never been different before. every time she dreamed of the woman, it would just be her crying the entire time, leaving viola drained of all energy. however, this time, viola felt... how do you put it... radiant? the feeling that washed over felt amazing and energizing, leaving viola with a small smile on her lips. maybe it was an omen.

the princess soon came to her senses shortly after, realizing she was still at the beach with the failed mission of getting at least half of her summer reading book finished. she sighed plaintively. there was nothing more to do than to just pack up and go home. she checked her cell phone and groaned. two new messages from her dad asking her where she was. viola quickly texted him back, saying she'd be home soon and began to take down her beach chair and umbrella. she quickly stuffed the umbrella and chair in their respective carrying slings, and placed them on her back. folding the beach blanket and placing it in her small beach bag, she grabbed her sunblock and reading book, hustling to the parking lot. "i wonder if there's still any pork at home..." she murmured.

at that moment, her cellphone buzzed again, indicating that viola had gotten another text. "gah, i really don't have time for this," she complained, walking quickly while checking her phone, her sunblock right underneath the device.

now, viola's flip flops were quite dilapidated, having been bought a cheap 99 cent store. at this point, it was quite apparent that the pink flimsy pieces of rubber were at their breaking point. at the rate of speed that viola was trudging at, it was no surprise that one of the straps snapped. and by the time miss violetta pryderi had noticed, it was too late. "ok, so i need to pick up--"

it was quite inevitable that someone as clumsy as viola trip, especially over her own broken sandals. viola fell into the grainy sand, the impact causing her to accidentally squeeze the sunblock she held along with her phone. additionally, it was all the more unfortunate that the sunblock be squirted all over a certain pissed off individual.

The feelings of this moment become our bond

tag. cassidy words. 694 lyric. 声をきかせて // BIGBANG notes. it's ok ^_^ credit. hanna ♥

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