@sixofthursdays “he was my older brother.”
holland confirmed, before pulling another cigarette from god - knows - where and lighting it, taking an easy puff as he held it in his teeth.
“i take it you’re his son? fuck, i’m old. and so sorry.”
@sixofthursdays “it used to be mine.”
he put out his cigarette on the side of the bar, dropped it to the ground, and crushed it beneath his heel. he extended a hand with caution.
“holland gentry march.”
@sixofthursdays “hm. no, i know your face.”
he chewed on his lip in thought, head tipping to the side. he swished whiskey in a glass he held, and eyed court down from the tops of his glasses. he spoke again,
“are you a gentry boy?”
he’s standing at @LlNDSTROM’s front door — giving a friendly couple of knocks at the door and waiting for her to answer. his hands tuck into his suit pockets as his eyes graze the quaint little neighborhood. it was a nice place — he’d never lived in a small town.
he’s sneaking up behind @Hollybug_ and snaking his arms around her, lifting her in the air and spinning her like he did when she was a very young child — seems holland is in a particularly good mood today!
“holly bug!” he chimed.
he’s staring at @miredinstardust, cigarette hung between his lips. he’s standing completely still, and is one hundred percent sure he must be dreaming — or maybe someone spiked his drink? all he knows is: rocks don’t usually move
“uh —“ a breath. “hi.”
he’s standing over his island counter, pouring @dollforya a glass of wine, and himself a glass of whiskey — a cigarette hangs between his lips, and his sunglasses sit low on the bridge of his nose. his tie is thrown over his shoulder, shirt half - unbuttoned.
he snickered , blowing cigarette smoke from between his teeth and eyeing him from over his sunglasses.
“nooo, teach! don’t do that to me — i’m a horrible test taker…”
eye roll . gaze flickering down to the cigarette and back up to him .
" technically , you volunteered .
maybe i'll do a pop quiz next and
see how you do ."