Velvetysage - Are You Going To Scarborough Fair?

The Americans - 3x13 “March 8, 1983″

DUA LIPA via Instagram (October 20, 2024)

sometimes “!!!!!!!!!!!” is a word

♡ → @velvetysage liked this post for a ship moodboard ! ( ft. alec & céleste )

their first meeting

alec wasn’t looking for anything when he walked into halo haus that afternoon. not a trainer or a conversation. he was killing time, stretching his legs between the monotony of meetings and empty social obligations he never had the patience for. he didn't even look around at first. it was just another polished gym to him. another day he wouldn’t remember in a week. and then he saw her. it wasn’t just that she was beautiful ( though, fuck, she was ), but something else. a certain essence in the way she moved. the room seemed to revolve around her instead of the other way around. she had a presence that didn’t ask for attention but sought it anyway. it was like nothing and no one could touch her. maybe that was what got to him, the fact that she didn’t look at people the way they looked at her. he could’ve just grabbed his overpriced smoothie and left, allow the moment pass like any other. but he chose to approach her, a practiced smirk easing onto his lips. the words left his mouth before he even considered the outcome. what’s the harm in a number? but céleste didn’t move. she didn't even look up or give him the reaction most people did. instead, with a fluid detachment that made rejection feel almost sophisticated, she replied, “personal training inquiries go through the front desk.” under any other circumstance, alec would've shrugged it off, and walked away. but on the contrary, he felt a grin tug at his lips. because in a life where doors opened before he even knocked and people tripped over themselves to be noticed, céleste had done neither. she didn’t chase or impress. she was devastatingly unbothered. and that instantly made her the most interesting thing in the room. someone worth remembering.

hannah dodd via instagram

yeah a boyfriend sounds nice but a supreme enemy you can make out with sometimes in secret sounds a lot more hardcore

i  have  been  slaaaaaacking  &  i  am  fully  aware  of  that.  do  apologize.  life  got  a  bit  hectic  in  the  past  two  weeks.  but  my  ultimate  goal  is  to  get  back  into  a  decent  activity  this  week  !!

céleste  took  him  in,  gaze  flicking  over  him  once  —  slow  and  measured.  he  looked  exactly  as  expected:  self-assured,  relaxed  in  that  infuriatingly  effortless  way,  standing  there  like  he  had  nothing  but  time.  but  beneath  all  that  charm,  she  caught  something  else  —  a  flicker  of  something  in  his  posture,  like  a  tension  he  was  pretending  wasn’t  there.  her  lips  twitched,  the  faintest  amusement  ghosting  across  them.  “an  interior  designer?  please.  you  don’t  strike  me  as  the  type  to  let  anyone  else  make  decisions  for  you.” she  let  her  gaze  drift,  taking  in  the  penthouse  with  a  passing  glance.  it  was  as  sleek  and  impressive  as  expected.  something  told  her  he  hadn’t  been  the  one  to  choose  the  finishes,  the  furniture,  the  perfectly  staged  decor.  money  made  things  easy.  taste  was  another  matter.  “besides,”  she  added,  letting  her  gaze  flick  back  to  him,  “if  i  were,  you’d  owe  me  a  lot  more  than  just  a  session.”  unhurried,  she  moved  further  inside,  the  soft  click  of  her  steps  swallowed  by  the  sheer  openness  of  the  space.  the  view  was  spectacular  —  the  city  unfurling  beneath  them  like  something  out  of  a  dream.  but  she  had  no  plans  of  giving  him  the  satisfaction  of  saying  so.  instead,  she  turned  back  to  him,  arching  a  brow  at  his  offer.  “evian,  smartwater,  voss  —  what,  do  you  collect  overpriced  hydration?”  her  tone  was  light.   "any  of  your  finest  water  will  do,"  she  mused,  finally  meeting  his  gaze  again.  "you  know,"  she  exhaled  lightly,  tilting  her  head  just  slightly,  "you  don’t  have  to  try  and  impress  me."  there  was  no  condescension  in  her  tone,  no  outright  challenge. she  could  feel  it  —  the  slight  acceleration  of  her  heartbeat,  the  way  her  body  registered  the  shift  before  her  mind  could  catch  up.  but  she  kept  her  expression  carefully  neutral,  refusing  to  let  it  show,  refusing  to  let  her  thoughts  spiral.  it  was  just  them.  no  noise,  no  distractions,  no  audience.  she  inhaled  slowly,  steadying  herself,  reminding  herself  exactly  who  she  was.  control  was  second  nature  to  her.  she  wouldn’t  let  this  —  whatever  this  was  —  change  that.

the subtle chime of the elevator sent a slow ripple of awareness through him, breathing turning into a sport instead of something that came naturally. he didn't move, his gaze fastened to the doors that soon opened, watching as celeste stepped inside like she belonged there. poised and bearing an air of confidence that wasn’t forced. she was even more stunning today than the other night, framed by the floor-to-ceiling windows behind her, the concrete landscape stretching out like he owned it. but right now, she was the one commanding attention. a self-assured smirk curved on his lips as alec crossed the threshold to meet her with deliberate, unhurried strides that said he wasn’t rushing for anyone. “funny, i don’t remember hiring an interior designer,” he joked, one head cocked to the side as he purposely let his gaze glide over her. “but judging by the way you’re standing there like you own the place, maybe i should’ve.” adrenaline pumped through his veins at the mere sight of celeste, hands clammy as he wondered where they would go from here. "you want something to drink? i've got it all. evian, smartwater, voss. kombucha, green juice, coffee. pick your poison."