wasted on you .

[madelyn holt]

"Maybe it'll get overshadowed by some Bachelor break-up, those seem to happen all the time these days," she half says in jest, tugging on the sleeve of her coat. Much like her own show she'd only seen blips of other reality television, understanding just how fake the word reality was. Manipulative was a better word, feeling the frustration of the past reunion bubble up between her lungs. Between that, and the ensuing fight with Percy, she'd never felt more drained than that day. That same feeling settles softly again within her, unable to control the back and forth of the present. Wondering again if this was worth expending her efforts, wordlessly handing him her empty cup as he walked away. She'd have to muddle through this all again later, replay what happened and who said what and why. It all seems so daunting, looping a lock of her hair through her fingers before tucking it back into the collar of her coat. Drifting back into the conversation eventually, trying to tie her mind back to the real world. "It's different but the same. I know the streets, just miss the people. The energy. New York isn't dead, y'know? It's just waiting for the world again." How poetic, she thinks, internally rolling her eyes at herself before flicking her gaze to the Hudson. The water's still for now, sun shimmering off the soft edges. Quickly she changes their path, heading toward the water instead. "I thought you'd be like, half an hour late. You never showed up on time." She goes to add the word before but it dies in her throat. Before acknowledged an after, and she wasn't sure where she was right now, poised to echo as much once when he trails off. "It feels normal, like we've picked back up if we're super surface about it. But we can't be...I have so many weird, misplaced feelings about this all. I don't know when they'll go away, or if they'll go away. So I can't really promise you anything right now. I guess I...just don't know what you want from me? Something romantic, a friendship...like, what's your long term goal? "

[percy de vane]

“Hopefully it’ll be skipped over. Believe it or not, I’ve been laying sort of low from the press.” A sigh falls from him. The smile that was formerly plastered has shifted to a grime expression. “The paps were ruthless in London following my mum’s death. It’s been nice to breathe...” Despite the coronavirus outbreak, the people of the public were still desperate to get a glimpse of the family’s tragedy. Percy could handle it any day, this however was a different situation. To say it was hard on the guy was an understatement. But he put up with it and it hung heavy on his shoulders. Having to bite his tongue a many times, Percy pushed aside all of the angry feelings he had towards the press’ nosiness. New York had been missed while he was quarantining in London. The England city signified home to him, but New York was slowly beginning to steal that title away. It’s the place he finally created a personal space. Not a temporary placed where he crashed on a couch and sent his mate a few bucks. His sister and mum took care of the decorating aspect seeing as he didn’t bother with those things. A few of its quirks were inspired by Percy, however. The streets of New York absolutely missed the people. “The energy will be back. It’s going to be pretty scary when the normalcy returns,” he chuckles as he thinks about his own actions when the world was done healing. The streets would be flooded with people once more. Bars and restaurants would thrive from their initial atmospheres and not the current one with outdoor heaters. As they take a turn towards the water, the calmness of the Hudson is a sight. Percy spends his time looking at the river and stealing glances towards Madelyn. He’s not surprised that she doubted his attendance. The track record that he held was only fair for her to think this way. He was constantly late when they were together. This newfound timeliness is still poor occasionally but it’s tremendously improved from before. He briefly recalls the moments of their relationship where he’d be thirty minutes, merely close to an hour late on reservations. “Well, I’m happy that I could surprise you with being on time.” His voice trails off. “In fact, I was the first one there. Embarrassed the shit out of myself and everything,” he teases, trying to make light of that particular situation again. “It does feel normal, I agree. You’ve every right to feel conflicted about all this, I’ve hit you with a lot that I’m sure you’ve put past you. As for long term goal, I don’t know.. Mads. I don’t have one for, this.” He pulls his hands out of his pocket to motion to the two of them. “I want a friendship first and foremost, I’m not going to push boundaries as we’re finally speaking again. I want whatever you’re comfortable with.” He lets out breathe before speaking the last bit. “But I’ll be completely honest, I don’t think I can just be your friend.”

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