Alaska-davis​:

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location: the masquerade, after the secrets have been revealed

A lithe finger lifted to tuck a braid back into the bun that rested atop her head. Alaska, much like the others at the event, had been feeling elegant, and was trying to let that feeling overpower the irritation she felt with her husband. How they’d arrived to the venue and he was already drunk. How he never seemed to stop glancing at his cellphone—like clockwork, she would hear it buzz in his pocket, and he’d wait exactly a minute, then turn away so to conceal who he was talking to, and a moment later, his fingers would tap against the screen. 

She didn’t even want to confront the idea that he could be cheating on her. The thought alone, though held like anticipation in her chest, was too heavy to bear witness to. To accept in any capacity. Even if she’d had suspicions for so long. In too many ways it always felt like she and Leo were untethering, and now she didn’t know the man she begged to look at her in therapy. To see her. Hear her. Just listen. And care.

But Leo didn’t seem to care about much at all anymore, except that dirty bar on ninth street. At least, that’s how Alaska felt anymore, and she stared back at her reflection in the bathroom’s mirror with a sort of hollowness. Like his love, so frayed and incomplete now, sunk straight into her pores and weighed her down from the inside out. The woman inhaled a small breath, washed her hands, and then smoothed down her dress. The clack of stilettos against the tile announced her return to her husband, and for a moment she just observed him, watching him drink. Wondering if this was the existence he wanted more than anything she could give to him. Before she could actually go and try to talk to him again, her own phone pinged now. The concession of messages that flooded through her phone made her eyebrows furrow inward, and she stared quietly down at each one until his name—and another woman’s—popped up. Conjoined. For a moment she just stared at the phone, disbelieving, with her lips fallen apart in shock. Then, as quickly as the tide, tears welled up in her eyes. “You did—what?!” she suddenly came out, viciously, against the anger and anguish suddenly setting her entire body alight. The betrayal heavy in every nerve. “Who is she, Leo?! Who is ‘Gisele’?!”

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Leo turned his head when he heard the familiar click of Alaska’s heels come to a halt. He watched his wife began to scrutinize her phone. Nano second later, his phone vibrated continuously on the bar’s countertop. He flipped it over and it shook in his hand, as a series of text messages from an unknown number kept going on and going. He glanced through them; seeing the names of colleagues, friends, and acquaintances. Each text reading like soap opera nonsense to him. There was no way any of it could be true…

Until he got to his own known name, and it was coupled with Gisele’s. His brain stitched the image of her name and her body so well. It lingered there as his mind protected him from the reality of what was happening as long as it could. And suddenly, breaking through his thoughts, her voice struck down at him like a bolt of lightening. His own nightmare was right in front of him. He had been caught. He recoiled from her feeling her anger and pain lash out towards him. Instinct took over, in order to live through this situation was to deescalate it as quickly as possible. “Alaska, love, please.” He pleaded loud enough to get through to hers but kept his tone calm. Staying controlled despite the radical pace his mind was racing in order to find a way out of this. He knew what was said was a lie. He did not have sex with Gisele. Though his encounter with her was anything but innocent, he was innocent by the technicality that he didn’t go all the way. He played his fear out as if it were pain, and anguish began to materialize within him. She had believed a rumor so incredibly easy. Were they at that stage now? She’d easily trusted anyone else besides him? 

“Baby calm down,” he cooed reaching out to try to control her before she drew in more attention. His hands hovering over the frames of her shoulders, keeping his distance just in case. “Why are you so quick to believe these texts?” He questioned gently though skillfully turning the accusation back on her. How was it so believable for her to trust a spammed message? It hurt to see how sure she was to believe in the worst in him. He continued on to answer her question with his version of the truth. “I’ve only just met this Gisele tonight when I went to donate.” He said, keeping every bit of the truth far away from what he was telling her. 

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vale-x​:

closed starter to @le0davis​ location: the dive bar on 9th street — manhattan

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     SOMETIMES HE just needed to get away from the high life. Especially with how many stressors had been piling up on him lately, Lucifer had been turning to cheap thrills to escape the things that had been waking him up in the middle of the night. Those thrills were found easily at his nightclub, but there was only so much disco trap music he could tolerate before it just started giving him a headache. Some dingy, nobody bar far away from the Upper East Side was a suitable alternative. At least it was today. The man wanted nothing to do with appearances today. He wanted to blend into the background, and find peace in doing so. 

     Get Lucifer Vale drunk or high enough and the limits of what trouble he would get up to became non-existent. Tonight, apparently, that was atrociously slurring through NSYNC lyrics with another patron, arm slung lazily around the other man’s shoulder as they swayed in very non-rhythm to the music.  “Every little thing I do! Never seems enough for you!” he bellowed, as if the lyrics really meant something to him in that moment. He tapered off, pausing to try to peak at the lyrics scrolling at the screen, because he forgot them, and then quickly chimed back in, off-key and laughing. “Guess what! It’s gonna BE ME!” 

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 Leo, Leo, Leo. The man had had so much on his plate, yet it was due to his own gluttony. He fed himself full of the sin: lust. This caused there to be only room for his other vice. Alcohol and lots of it. he may have met a boundary he hadn’t pushed before tonight. going with the flow with a new face in the bar. now here he was drunk singing and dancing with the devil of New York. “You got no choice BABE, but to move on, and you know, there ain’t no time to waaaste...” Leo did the run and said the lyrics without having to look at the monitor. Turns out even blasted, his inner love for throwbacks still had him on key. Did he believe he was carrying this song like J.C. did back in the year 2000? maybe. though he was slurring as much as his duet partner. “....baby when you finally, get to love somebody, guess what! it’s gonna BE MAY!” he sang out, feeling like he was some real stage and not some dinky small platform. he happily continue swaying to the snythnized beat that was begging for better choreography than what the two were giving. which was just two men huddled under each other’s arms. 

but it suddenly wasn’t enough for Leo, who was feeling more and more like the little boy who had first seen the music video at one of his foster homes. leo over confidently flipped his wrists down with his arms up, micmicking a marionette. he took two steps to the right, away from his partner, to only fall off of the platform entirely. the echoing thud of the mic hitting the ground followed by the blump of leo’s body falling onto the carperted floor. then came leo’s wheezing laughter as he was met with a sudden view of the dive bar’s ceiling. he lulled his head to side to find the blurry face he shared the stage with. 

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3 years ago

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3 years ago

renfarber​:

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He sounded genuine enough. And he certainly looked like he meant what he was saying. But she couldn’t shake the knowledge that his wife had probably also believed him when he spoke to her like this. Not to mention, she’d seen him yell at Blake and punch a wall mere minutes before looking at her like she was a gift from God. So she remained skeptical, looking at him through narrowed eyes.

“I don’t want to talk to you,” she said bluntly, climbing the steps and getting her keys out of her pocket. “…But I know that we have to.” She hesitated, with the keys in her hand. Inviting him in seemed so… maybe intimate wasn’t the right word, but it was all she could think. This was her home. Her safe place for Max. Leo felt like a stranger now, did she really want to let him in? “I was going to order a pizza. You still pile everything on yours like a crazy person?”

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Leo nearly held his breath as he watched her face. It was like he was memorizing it just incase. He felt his stomach tense at her blunt words. He deserved that. He deserved worse. Her next words caused him to finally take a full breath. But then he stared at her, not realizing he had gone from being shut out to being asked if his pizza order was the same. "Erm,” he made a disgruntled noise that he pulled off to be one of offense than confusion. “Supreme pizza is not crazy. It’s genius.” He said quite stubbornly. He obviously believed wanting everything wasn’t a crime, though that logic only worked best with pizza. “Does that mean I’m invited to your pizza party...?” He asked, his eyes darting to her door and then to her. He had to admit this was much more than he was expecting. 

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3 years ago

closed starter: @giselesilvas​ location: dreaming of charity event, one of the restrooms 

Leo watched a woman leave the women’s restroom as he stood at a corner adjacent to it. He waited a beat, holding a near empty glass as if he was just some patient partner. It had been a few minutes since anyone had come or gone, so he took the opportunity. He waltz into the restroom, and it was quite notably the cleanest one he had ever been in. He looked around, admiring the fact that it even have a lounge area before the actual restroom part. He was happy with his choice to take over such a place to do his bidding. The men’s room wouldn’t have been as pristine in his opinion. Before he took another step, he locked the restroom from the inside, then placed his glass down on the table dressed in a bouquet of flowers.

He sat one of the fancy bathroom couches, testing out the cushion to get much more comfortable. He loosened the ribbon that was nestled in his dark curls at the back of his head. He let out a sigh as his face was finally revealed to the cool air. He looked at the black and gold leather lion mask in his hand. Embarrassingly, there was already a bit of sweat on his forehead, his body undeniably hot to burn off the amount of alcohol he had already consumed. It wasn’t his fault though. What was he suppose to do when someone kept on walking by with glasses filled with champagne? His last glass would be his last for the moment being, but that’s only because his mouth would be preoccupied with something else. 

From the inner pocket of his coat, Leo had pulled out a slim metal cigarette box and a lighter. He opened it and instantly the potent smell of the box’s contents hit his face. Skunky and earthy more than anything. Two rolled up joints for him which should be more than enough. Why was he about to get high at a charity ball that meant to help the children from becoming like him? One, he was practically dragged here. Two, he had to do something for him to enjoy himself. Three, why the fuck not? He grabbed a joint and lit it at his lips. He sucked and inhaled a nice even hit before exhaling with a chuckle.

Closed Starter: @giselesilvas​ Location: Dreaming Of Charity Event, One Of The Restrooms 

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2 years ago

xbhandri​:

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“Okay but listen. Hear me out. The stage lights pop on. We’re standing in a line. The piano starts playing. Everyone immediately gets emotional. Suddenly everyone knows how many minutes are in a year. Is it stable? No. It’s New York City in the 1980′s during the AIDs epidemic. We’re here. We’re queer. We’re dying and Regan isn’t doing shit about it. You know what will fix approximately none of our problems? Love.” Xavier had found out they were reviving RENT again and he would throw Wicked down the drain if he could land a roll. He was nearing the end of his contract anyway. He could just switch from one to another, right? He had only been on the stage for a handful of years, and while Fiyero have him everything he could ever want, the roll while main wasn’t big. He wanted more. He wanted more meaning. 

A scarecrow was all find and dandy, but it wasn’t the love of his life, the dream role. Angel Dumott Schunard. He still didn’t know if she was a trans woman, a drag queen, or genderfluid, but to dress up as Mrs Claus and prance around a stage, only to die in the most emotional Broadway death known to man? He could still remember the first time he saw the musical and how it had changed his whole damn life. 

“Leo, it’s not stable, but nothing in life is. Do you want your baby thinking her dad is lame? Those who can’t act teach. Audition with me.”

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Leo’s mouth opened in the middle of Xavier’s spiel. He so clearly saw the cast in a line singing ... Seasons of Love straight out into the audtence. The two friends had confinded in each other that their dream roles were in RENT. A show that was in the pre-production of returing back to broadway. He understood that to Xav that it was an oppurtunity that must be taken. But Leo wasn’t as starry eyed. 

“Don’t bring Mira into this.” He said, becoming slightly defensive at the mention of his daughter. Though that was chord that needed to be struck. Leo actually heard what Xavier meant. Being an acting coach was always supposed to be temporary. Something to do until he had gotten a break. But it took over, he began auditioning less to not at all. He fell into his own hell of repeating the same day over and over. So much so that he became a regular at a bar, and developed a dependency on alcohol and sex just to get through a Monday. This wasn’t how life was supposed to be. This isn’t the spotlight he was meant for. He sat there unaware of the spark that was growing in his chest.

His eyes still looking at his best friend incredulously. “I - Xav - you can’t really truly think that I’d ever be good enough to get Roger.” He was scared.  It was a huge leap into auditioning. Maybe he could start off small in non-speaking roles. He didn’t want to take that risk of auditioning for a role he had always coveted. He wasn’t as brave as Xavier. “You are no doubt in my mind are going to get Angel. Just gotta practice the drums. I, on the other hand, am gonna get laughed out at the door with no credits to my name.”

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