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♡ → @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.
céleste accepted the bottle without breaking eye contact, fingers grazing his just long enough to make it seem incidental — a calculated accident, if anything. she brought the bottle to her lips, taking a sip — not out of need, but because she didn’t mind letting the silence stretch either. his reply lingered between them, deliberate, measured. a soft breath of amusement slipped past her lips, almost like she was entertaining the thought—before she tilted her head slightly, gaze dragging over him in a way that was half assessment, half something else. something more dangerous. most people, standing in a penthouse like this, would probably be fixated on how he got here — the money, the name, the effortless access to things others could only dream of. but none of that had been her first thought. his wealth, his lifestyle, the privileges that came with it — didn’t impressed her. money made things easier, not more interesting. and alec? he was interesting. not because of what he had, but because of whatever was lurking beneath the curated exterior. but that didn’t mean she was about to hand him that realization. "mm." the sound was thoughtful, considering, but not entirely convinced. she let her eyes flick over him — not in admiration, but in calculation. like she was still deciding exactly where he fit in her world. "so what you’re saying is…" she let the words hang, her lips curving just slightly. "you’re naturally inclined to be this insufferable?" she took another sip, before setting the bottle down with a quiet clink against the counter. then, with the faintest smirk, she met his gaze head-on. "noted." she took a quick gaze across the new york city skyline. “at least you're not getting exhausted trying to impress people then. more energy to place elsewhere.”
his smirk didn’t falter, but he captured the way her gaze moved — perceptive, knowing. most people didn’t look that closely, or if they did, they were too busy being in awe of his wealth to question what they found. celeste, apparently, was neither. it felt as though she had already sized him up and decided exactly where he fit into her world. that was new. most people were too distracted by the money, the name, the lifestyle to see past the surface. they played along, eager to impress, but céleste? she wasn’t playing at all. at her comment about the water, he chuckled before quipping, “hydration is important, céleste. i thought you, of all people, would appreciate that.” he moved toward the built-in fridge, prying it open and grabbing a random bottle without even checking the brand. voss, apparently. twisting off the cap, he held it out to her. “but if this doesn’t meet your standards, i’m sure i can have something imported. nothing but the best for my trainer, right?” her next words, though, caught him slightly off guard. not that he showed it. you don’t have to try and impress me. he let the silence stretch just long enough to make it noticeable, his eyes lingering on her frame. it was almost inscrutable, but there was something there. maybe the smallest crack in all that control. he eased a little closer, just enough to minimize some of the space between them, but not enough to cross any lines. not yet. “who says i’m trying?” his composure was level, tone light and teasing. “maybe this is just me.”
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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."
standing in the private elevator that led up to alec’s penthouse, céleste couldn’t shake the feeling that she had just stepped into an episode of succession — or something equally absurdly wealthy. it was rare that a client had their own gym — even rarer that she would be the one making the house call. but then again . . this felt different. she wasn’t nervous. céleste didn’t get nervous. especially not when it came to work. and this was just work. that’s what she kept telling herself. but as the elevator climbed, the thought she had been trying to suppress surfaced once again — why did she keep thinking about him? she was hardly the type to let a man occupy space in her mind. detached, selective, uninterested — that was how she had always played the game. and yet, somehow, alec had managed to slip past those defenses, taking up more real estate in her thoughts than she was willing to admit. shaking her head slightly, she exhaled, forcing the thought away. this was a session, like any other. it might be his home, but in her mind, she still held the upper hand. she always did. by the time the elevator dinged, announcing her arrival, she had already slipped back into her usual, unshakable confidence. stepping forward with her head high, her voice rang out, smooth and effortless. "hello? alec?"
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casually resting his back against the wall, alec kept his eyes on the private elevator as the numbers ticked up. he wasn’t nervous per se, but there was a certain anticipation stirring in his nerves, a rare feeling he wasn’t about to analyze too deeply. celeste was fiery, quick-witted and undeniably attractive to the point where it was impossible for one not to look twice, and while he wasn’t the sort of guy that let himself get caught up over a girl, alec had to admit that she was able to get under his skin. their first meeting at the elysian party had given him a taste of what it was like to be around her, and now she was about to step into his territory (all business, no games... at least, theoretically). rolling his shoulders back, he waited with bated breath as the lift stopped on the penthouse floor. whatever happened next, he was ready for it.
okay friends , i am finally trying to get started here on indie after quite a few years of being off the indie scene. but i am honestly thrilled to get back into the swing of things. as said , it's taken me quite some time to get started and these days i barely know how to get started again —— that being said … consider this a PLOTTING CALL ! ! ! ! ! !
. . . . . . . . . . sooooo , if you would possibly be interested in writing together — like this and i will contact to potentially write together. ♥
MOLLY GORDON in Venice, Italy for Miu Miu Women's Tales at the 81st Venice Film Festival photographed by Emilio Madrid (September 1, 2024)
okay , i need to start writing more on here .. but it's also difficult when you haven't done it in years .. like how do i start 🥲 anywayssss , will be trying to get some things going at some point & find some of y'all to write with ...
