. sent me to the brink

[tomas martin]

---AFTER tossing his sweater haphazardly across his bed and tugging his shirt over his head, tomas martin made his way into the adjoining bathroom, his hands dipping under the tap. freezing water splashed across his face as he peered at his himself in the mirror, unable to pinpoint the exact emotion reflected back at him. he had plans to meet with summer soon, to discuss her move to the city and what would happen with trent, and for some reason, he was inexplicably nervous about it. anxiety tensed his broad shoulders and left him fidgeting with most anything he came into contact with. it wasn't that he was unfamiliar with seeing her, but something had seemingly changed overnight. the two of them had never gotten along, not even when they had dated - their spats had been the talk of their friends, their rows lasting weeks and weeks - but now, he felt the need to act civilly toward her. maybe, it was him maturing or maybe, it had to do with the fact, although he would refuse to verbally confirm it, that he was upset with how her life was going. it wasn't jealousy or anything of the sort that had him upset, but rather, the knowledge that she was desired by other men. he didn't love her like he did ivy and by no stretch of the imagination would he ever go back to her, but he was still bothered by it. it was completely absurd.

---ONCE he had dried off his face, his skeletal fingers rubbing at the knot of tension at the back of his neck, he wandered back into his room, dropping down upon the single chair within the bedroom. casting a glance at the clock upon the bedside table, a noise of frustration left his lips before he rose, snatching up a clean shirt from the suitcase at the foot of his bed. slipping it over his head, he raked a hand through his mused locks before exiting the bedroom, making sure to grab the hotel key and his sweater on the way out. he couldn't help but scowl as he felt his pocket vibrate, the text being one from ivy, asking where he was. for once, he didn't reply, opting instead to tuck the mobile back into his back pocket. traipsing out of the hotel room and down the carpeted hallway, he left down the stairwell rather than wait for the elevator, his light steps echoing each and every time his foot hit the concrete. a hand ran nervously through his overly tangled hair and he chewed his bottom lip as he pushed open the door and exited into the harsh cold that he had become accustomed to since arriving in new york a few weeks prior. as the wind berated him, tousling his already messy hair, he ducked his head low, moving past the people that all seemed in a terrible rush to get to wherever they were going. that was something about new york that he hated - everyone was always late for something or other.

---UPON arriving at alice's tea cup, he immediately spied the familiar blonde head at a booth by the windows. swallowing deeply, he made his way to the table, taking a seat opposite the mother to his child. taking note of the absence of their son, he greeted her swiftly, not bothering with pleasantries as he removed his coat, his gaze moving about the booth, apparently drifting everywhere but upon summer's face. "i've got an interview lined up for tomorrow afternoon. if i get it, i think you should be safe in not being quite so friendly with the son of your boss." the words left his lips in a mutter, a look of defiance across his handsome face as he finally levelled her with an inscrutable look. he placed a single hand upon his cheek, cupping his jaw, as if the coldness of them would help to cool his face down. although he knew he wasn't prone to blushing or embarrassment, he felt distinctly flustered. "how are things since you've been back though?" as he awaited her answer, he surveyed the restaurant, a look of poorly concealed distaste across his features. "why the fuck, of all places, would you choose this place to eat? it's giving me a headache." it was so much like tomas to complain about something as ridiculous as the interior decorations. or maybe, it was his desperate need to fill the silence around him and summer. he just couldn't handle it, the tension palpable between them as his eyes drifted to her once again, taking in everything about her. she really hadn't changed all that much since they had been together and for some reason, that made him happy.

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TAGGED summer blumenfeld.
STATUS complete.
MUSIC boyfriend, best coast.
OUTFIT see above.
NOTES this is weak. judge me.

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[summer blumenfeld]

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[/size][/i] clinking of china teacups stirred summer from her stupor, her slender fingers delicately rubbing at her upper arm. under the skin was a miniature plastic tube. ever since she'd had it put in some months beforehand she had been squeamish about touching it, the eeriness of something alien being under her skin a somewhat alarming thought, but right now she couldn't be more delighted she'd had the implant put in. as much as she loved her son, the brief rumor about her being pregnant again had brought back all the bad memories she'd attempted to forget. as supportive as tomas had been at the time - she was well aware of how often teenage boys reacted a lot worse than he had - she still felt horribly isolated. having struggled with feelings of failure throughout trent's six years, summer was immensely relieved she didn't have to contemplate bringing another child into the world. as far as she was concerned, one child was more than enough.

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[/size][/i] lexa's code.
------notes[/size][/i] sorry this is taking so long!
------outfit[/size][/i] click.
------music[/size][/i] tool academy, lolol. [/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote][/sub]