Realistic or Modern Thank you places! (a 1x1 rp)

[lillymity]

lead actor

theo skordilis

location

the theater

outfit

https://i.pinimg.com/736x/2c/04/39/2c0439053accb564557370142b0ea14b.jpg

"Well, probably. I mean I never practiced being this charming. It’s probably just pure talent."

, he softly chuckled. Honestly, sometimes even he was surprised that his charme worked that well. It was pretty easy to get things through that others certainly wouldn’t. Well, maybe it was a little practiced — at least the puppy eyes. Having to grow up with older sisters was the perfect thing for this. He almost got everything with just looking cute and that stuck with him till now.

The hat just had to slip again, which earned a soft sigh from the brown-haired. That was almost more annoying than his lock. He had to shove it back into place and now pray that it stayed there.

"Oh please, she is one-hundred percent charmed by me."

, he answered with a confident smirk.

"Today is just bad head day."

Head because of the hair and the too big hat. Or maybe it was just an unlucky day, considering that he almost got crushed by the light.

Theo quickly turned to her, while already feeling the hat slip again. So he took it off now. Because now it was really getting annoying. Pins sounded like a reasonable idea. Better than to tape it to his head and risk the pain of getting it off again.

"I guess. I mean I think they were a little drunk. Some get less creative then."

They were probably also older than him, at least they looked like it. And it was luckily just one show — though he actually enjoyed it on its own. He observed Iris while she was roaming through the racks. Looking like she was searching for something. Oh, next big thing after the hat. He slowly took a step towards the blonde, debating if he wanted to follow her but the way she was way too quick, scurrying through the racks.

Her comment got an amused smirk.

"You think they would be that mesmerized ?"

He took another steps towards her direction, but still not quite sure where she exactly was.

"Then we definitely can’t do it, don’t want to get bad reviews for the theater."

, he chuckled while looking for the blonde curls.

The comparison made him blush — now he was glad that they weren’t directly next to each other.

"You flatter me, that’s maybe a little bit much."

He certainly looked fabulous in red but a god ? He wouldn’t compare himself with a god.

Luckily the soft blush was gone, when she came back from her search and she brought something with her.

"Sure, I'm open to whatever you want to put on me. I'll play your model. Do whatever you please."

Iris seemed thrilled to put him in this jacket, so he definitely wouldn’t say no to this.

"Seems like it saw brutal things."

, he commented sarcastically on the fake blood stains, when she revealed them. But nonetheless it looked good. And with those stains it was something you could probably reuse some time. In a fight scene or something.

 

[EclecticSpica]

Iris Starling
“We promised to never let go.”​

---

“Oh? So you just let anyone play dress-up with you?” Iris snorted, tossing the jacket toward him with an easy flick of her wrist before ducking back into the racks. This time, she disappeared even further, vanishing into the jungle of costumes with renewed determination. “Since you’re offering,” she called out, her voice muffled by layers of fabric, “I think I shall—if only because you’ve managed to distract me long enough from what I should be doing. And, truthfully? I could use the stress relief.” Her rummaging became louder, more chaotic, until suddenly, from a completely different section of racks, a pair of loafers came flying out into the open. A moment later, her head followed, peeking out with a wide, almost manic grin stretched across her face.
“You’re going to regret giving me this freedom, Theo,” she warned, mischief dancing in her eyes as she winked at him before vanishing again. “I am going to prove that you are, in fact, very attractive—so long as you’re wearing the right colors and fabric.” More rustling. More shifting. The sound of hangers clattering against one another as she dove deeper.

“I have been dying to convince you to stop wearing those awful tan slacks for weeks now.” Then, as if on cue, her head popped back out in front of him, her expression suddenly softer, almost sympathetic. “Not that they aren’t stylish,” she conceded, her lips twitching in amusement, “but, seriously—what are you? An old man performing vaudeville?” Another snort of laughter, another disappearance into the racks.

“If you think that jacket is rough, you should see some of the larger costume pieces in here.” Her voice drifted from somewhere deeper in the storage unit, followed by the unmistakable sound of fabric shifting and something heavy being dragged across the floor. “I’m pretty sure I just ran across an old plant puppet from that musical—you know, the one where the plant eats everyone? Apparently, the actor threw up inside it because you had to control it while doing crunches.”

A dramatic gag echoed from the depths of the costume jungle, followed by flashes of her blonde curls weaving between hangers like some kind of mischievous gremlin. Every so often, a garment would come flying out—without her even looking at Theo’s size, yet somehow still fitting him almost perfectly.

The pile grew at an alarming rate. A crown. A cat tail. A pair of pants. A tunic. A fake sword. And—perhaps the most chaotic addition of all—a plush set of paws. Just when it seemed like she had exhausted her collection of surprises, there was a beat of silence. Then, from the farthest corner of the storage unit, a quiet gasp echoed, followed by a delighted hum. “Oh, now this… this is something special.” her head popped out once more, from another area as she grinned towards him. "You said you enjoy feathers yes?" she asked before tossing out a feather head dress and snorted sneaking back inside, apparently still not satisfied with her finds just yet.

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[lillymity]

lead actor

theo skordilis

location

the theater

outfit

https://i.pinimg.com/736x/2c/04/39/2c0439053accb564557370142b0ea14b.jpg

Theo chuckled quietly.

"Not anyone, just the ones I trust enough."

Oh ? So he trusted her ? You could say so. You should trust the stage manager, right ? But that much to let her put any clothes she wanted on you ?

Theo was used to taking whatever came flying his way, though. Had to perform his bestfriend's part in a musical they were in together, because she just broke her foot right before the show, when slipping down the stairs, her first understudy was sick and the second understudy happened to be at her family’s house because of an emergency. And then it was only him — who fitted the clothes and knew all the lines, because of course he was around her all the time. That evening was a great memory though, performing in a slightly too tight corset, some short black pants and knee socks. And he nailed that performance. There were probably still multiple pictures and videos of that evening somewhere in his and his bestfriend's phone. But that was something you would get out for a special night.

So now he also caught the jacket flying his way with ease. He put it on and before Theo could even turn to her for an reaction, she was gone again. Should he regret this ?

"Don’t scare me, Iris."

He couldn’t even see her in the depths of fabric. The loafers came flying very suddenly, that’s why he didn’t catch them. Waiting for her return, the brown-haired got himself a nearby chair, getting comfortable on it, while listening to the determined steps echoing through the racks. She was certainly on a mission.

"I hope, I don't."

, he mumbled quietly, watching her disappear again. The loafers were okay, but the promise to prove he was very attractive. That was what scared him. What did she have in mind ? And why did she look so god damn excited, like a child waiting for someone to become the victim of their prank.

"They’re comfortable, okay ?"

, he shot back with a little smirk.

"And easy to slip out of incase we have to switch to our costumes."

Two clear reasons to keep them. As if he would wear something uncomfortable for rehearsal. The pants should be both stylish and comfortable — then they were perfect. Also perfect for breaks inbetween, when you could just relax for a while.

As the blonde spoke again, Theo looked around, trying to locate where the voice was coming from. But no chance, she was just too deep in the costume jungle. After all that chair right here was a good place, somewhere you wouldn’t get lost and were safe from flying garments.

"Little Shop of Horrors ?"

, he asked excitedly, but the additional details were something the brown-haired could’ve lived without.

"Oh, that sounds…awful."

That really sounded like horror. Theo couldn’t imagine the pain of having to throw up on stage, luckily accidents like that didn’t happen to him yet.

Watching the pile of clothes grew almost every second made the brown-haired worry. Maybe now was the moment he started to regret giving Iris that much freedom. This was getting out of hand. He didn’t expect her to put that much effort in. With questionable things.

With her words his anxiety only increased. What the hell did she find now ?

"I think…though I'm not so sure right now."

, his voice sounded pretty nervous. And it really was another questionable thing. He wasn’t expecting this, when talking about feathers.

And then the blonde curls vanished once again. Still not satisfied ? Oh, what did he get himself into right here ? Theo enjoyed the rest he still had, lingering on that chair, trying to watch Iris scurrying through the racks. And he had to admit, that velvet jacket was pretty comfortable.

"Seems like it saw brutal things."

, he commented sarcastically on the fake blood stains, when she revealed them. But nonetheless it looked good. And with those stains it was something you could probably reuse some time. In a fight scene or something.

 

[EclecticSpica]

Iris Starling
“We promised to never let go.”​

---

”Relax Theo, I’m not that cruel of a person” Iris emerged from the racks, brushing dust off her hands as if she had just unearthed something legendary. The feathered headdress sat among the growing pile, extravagant and waiting for its grand reveal. But first— “Alright, up.” She snapped her fingers, motioning for Theo to stand. “Can’t appreciate my brilliance if you’re just lounging there.” Without waiting for permission, she reached for the velvet jacket, tugging it into place with critical precision. Fingers fussed over the fabric, smoothing out the shoulders, adjusting the fit. She barely noticed how close she was.

Her focus was absolute. The usual teasing edge in her voice softened as she tilted her head, stepping back just enough to survey her work. “Much better,” she murmured, almost to herself. Then the loafers. “Foot,” she ordered, tapping her own as if that explained everything. When there was even a second of hesitation, she huffed dramatically, crouching to grab one of the shoes. Removing his own and sliding the new pair on with surprising care, she patted his ankle lightly before straightening. “See? I would never lead you astray.” Her smirk was quick, playful. “Now, the pièce de résistance.”

With a dramatic flourish, she grabbed the absurdly fluffy cat paws and all but shoved them into his hands. “You have to put these on,” she said, dead serious. “It’s non-negotiable.” And before he could even think about protesting, she grabbed his wrist and helped slide one on herself. The soft fur brushed against her skin as she adjusted the fit, fingers grazing his briefly in the process—not that she noticed. Or maybe she did, but she didn’t think about it. Not until her heart did something stupid. For a brief second, she hesitated, her grip on the oversized paw loosening. When her gaze flickered up, something almost thoughtful lingered there. But instead of whatever had almost slipped out, she let out a small huff of amusement.

“Hah! See? God-like I told you so—good accessories really do change everything.” She placed her hands on her hips, tilting her head as if locking the image in her mind. But then, something in her expression shifted. A pause, a small exhale. “…Thanks, by the way.” Her fingers reached up and idly toyed with the sleeve of his jacket, her voice a little quieter. “For letting me do this. For—” she huffed a small laugh, glancing away for just a second. “I needed something to laugh about today. You’re a good sport.” The moment was fleeting, there and gone before it could settle. And then, just like that— She clapped her hands together, grinning like she hadn’t just said something sincere. “Alright, now put on the headdress. I need to see this masterpiece in full.”

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[lillymity]

lead actor

theo skordilis

location

the theater

outfit

https://i.pinimg.com/736x/2c/04/39/2c0439053accb564557370142b0ea14b.jpg

Theo quickly followed the order, standing up in front of her like a soldier in front of his superior. To be honest, he was a little excited to see what Iris got out for him. Even if it would make him look like a total fool. And a second later, she was much closer, fiddling around with the jacket. The brown-haired just watched her, trying to get used to the proximity. He wasn’t uncomfortable being this close to her — definitely not — it was just unusual.

When she took a step back, Theo gave her a little smile to round off the first look. She seemed satisfied with the first piece already. Could only get worse from here, right ? The single order that came next confused him a little and he seemed to take a second thought, looking at the loafers. But next second, Iris was down, crouching in front of him and changing the shoes herself. Theo looked down, just watching, surprised that her grip was pretty soft. From seeing her earlier that day, you definitely wouldn’t have thought she was that careful.

"I'm not sure about that with what I see coming now."

, his voice was a mix of a nervous chuckle. The brown-haired eyed those fluffy paws, trying to think of a good excuse. But well, the second he wanted to open his mouth, she already shoved one on his hand. Okay, really non-negotiable…

So he resigned to his fate and helped her get those paws on. Theo only realized some seconds into their fingers grazing each other what was just happening right now. His eyes flicked from their fingers up to her face and quickly back down — their gazes meeting in the process.

"I must admit, you’re creative."

, he answered with a slight smile, while his eyes were still glued to the paws.

"Though I never knew gods have paws."

, he added with a soft chuckle, slowly looking up again.

The moment just got more intimate now that Iris said that and for a second Theo thought about a good answer. But the moment was over as quick as it came and the chance to say something over. The brown-haired was actually very skilled in making others laugh. If someone had a bad day, they just had to come to him and he would light it up at least a bit — either with making a fool out of himself or telling a good joke. And sometimes he didn’t even notice, it just naturally came his way.

"Alright alright, gonna make your idea perfect."

, Theo said with a small theatrical sigh, grabbing the headdress. It was quite hard to put it on with those paws and he also had never put something like this on before, but you had to make it work. And Theo tried. Really hard. But in the end it looked a little funny with the feathers standing up in every direction — just not the right one — and his one stubborn lock of course hanging out again.

"I think I do need a little help here."

Looking over to Iris, he tried not to look as helpless as he in fact was.

 

[EclecticSpica]

Iris Starling
“We promised to never let go.”​

---

As soon as Theo turned to face her, the sharp shutter of a camera cut through the air. Iris blinked, her eyebrows shooting up in feigned alarm. In a flash, she fumbled to turn off her phone, tucking it swiftly behind her back. Then, as if nothing had happened, she plastered on a wide grin, feigning complete innocence. No way was she about to explain why she’d just snapped a picture of the so-called dreamboat of the cast and audience—especially while he looked like a drunken attempt at a bird. A puff of laughter escaped her before she could stop it. The headdress was an absolute mess—feathers flopped over his face, some teetering on the edge of falling off entirely.
“Hell, that thing is overtaking you,” she wheezed between laughs, shaking her head. “Alright, alright, hold on.” She shoved her phone back into her pocket and scooted closer. Her eyes gleamed with amusement as she tilted her head, giving him a once-over.

“Luckily, I don’t have to reach too high to fix this disaster.” Iris got to work, straightening the gaudy monstrosity. It looked like something rejected from a Las Vegas musical—dripping in glitter, sequins, and an unnecessary amount of feathers. She grunted softly as she worked, pushing a few stubborn plumes upright.

“Just—hold still,” she muttered, stepping in closer. The space between them vanished. Her chest pressed lightly against his as she leaned up, wiggling the last feather into place with a determined frown. The feathers finally tamed, Iris then with a final flick of her hand, she reached for that one rebellious strand of hair, curling it around her finger before letting it rest neatly against his forehead.

Iris nodded in approval. “A total hottie,” she snorted, giving his chest a firm pat to confirm her work was done. Then, stepping back, she lifted a hand to her lips, struggling to contain her laughter. With a dramatic wave, she gestured for him to admire her handiwork. “Obviously, all gods look like this.” The words barely made it past her wheezing laughter. Iris was now reaching back for her phone, ready to claim another picture, to add to the one taken prior.

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[lillymity]

lead actor

theo skordilis

location

the theater

outfit

https://i.pinimg.com/736x/2c/04/39/2c0439053accb564557370142b0ea14b.jpg

"Oh of course, always those paparazzi."

, Theo said, trying to sound annoyed but in reality he had to try really hard holding back a chuckle. He definitely didn’t mind Iris taking a picture of that disaster. Oh, when she was so entertained by this already, she definitely should meet Theo's best friend. She had thousands of funny pictures of Theo, most were just casual photos and in various costumes. The most chaotic part of that folder was definitely the time they were on tour together. There were pics of Theo in a mix of different costumes, the tour crew trying to put all head accessories on him while he was taking his noon nap in the audience room and even worse things. It was safe to say Iris would be enjoying that if she knew about it.

"I feel like a chicken that was just saved from getting plucked."

A soft smirk playing around his lips. The jacket was the most comfortable thing in that hell of a fever dream, to be honest. He already mourned the loss of the fedora, having to switch it with that headdress. This was even worse than a hat that slipped every now and then.

"Oh yeah, how convenient."

, his voice was laced with pure sarcasm. Sometimes it was in fact convenient to be small, but most of the time it just wasn’t. Top shelves were his greatest enemy. Feeling the space between getting less and less, the brown-haired stayed very still. He looked at her, not really knowing where else to look at. The blonde seemed very concentrated in trying to fix those feathers. Just when one of the feathers poked in his head, he flinched a little bit.

But after that Theo stayed as still as possible again. It was just getting a little warm with being so close. Or was it only from being this close ? Theo was used to close proximity with a lot of people — it came with acting. But this felt different. Maybe because he wasn’t on stage but here with Iris in the storage room.

When the blonde took care of that stubborn strand, Theo watched her while blushing softly. This felt a lot different. But not in a negative way. The strand actually stayed like that for a while — a soft little curl — before it began to turn into its normal state again. Normally for his shows and when he was out, all of his hair was pushed back, put in place so it wouldn’t turn out like it did today.

"Like always"

, he answered with a sarcastic chuckle, trying to mask that he was still a little stunned from being this close to her and now that pat on his chest. The blush luckily vanished almost. When she waved him over, the brown-haired got in front of the mirror. This actually looked like a fever dream.

"Wow, you really outdid yourself."

He had to hold back a smirk but the words were genuine. That right there was actually creative, maybe just not appropriate for the real stage.

Then he turned to her, already sensing he was about to get victim of another picture.

"That look stays our little secret, right ?"

, he asked, motioning to her phone. Wasn’t like that would ruin his career but some outfits were better to stay hidden and only for exclusive eyes.

 

[EclecticSpica]

Iris Starling
“We promised to never let go.”​

---

"Mhmm?" Iris responded with a distracted nod, flicking open her phone once more to snap a few extra pictures. Her grin was wide—mischievous—and it was clear she had plans for those photos. “Oh!” She blinked up, caught off guard by the way Theo’s gaze had locked onto her phone. Heat bloomed across her face, spreading from her cheeks to the tips of her ears as she hurriedly snapped her phone shut, tucking it away with a nonchalant shrug.

“I don’t know,” she mused, tilting her head. “I think I’ve got the perfect blackmail material on you now, so…” Her lips curled into a smirk. “Who knows what I might do with these photos, Mister Skordilis?” With a teasing wink, she dropped her voice into something low and sultry, attempting to appear mysterious—though the effect was somewhat ruined by the lingering blush on her cheeks.

Then, just as quickly, she turned away, redirecting her attention to the scattered pile of costumes. One by one, she began sorting through them, returning pieces to their rightful place.

“But,” she sighed, forcing herself back into focus, “we should probably stop playing around. There’s still a light out, and I’d like for you all to get at least one hour of rehearsal before running off to enjoy life outside of this theater.” The reminder wasn’t just for Theo—it was for herself, too. There would be time to joke around again later. Maybe once the show had wrapped. The thought made her pause. Her fingers lingered on the rack of clothing, her grip tightening as an unsettling weight settled in her chest. After this show wraps up… then what?

She knew the routine by now. A brief week to breathe, then it would be back to the same hellish cycle. Back to waiting for her father’s judgment, hoping—again—that this show might somehow be enough to change his mind. But deep down, she knew better. Every performance was just another tally mark against her, another reminder that she still hadn’t earned her way back into her family’s good graces. And with this disaster? Iris swallowed hard, unable to shake the feeling that this might be an omen—one that would only worsen her exile.

“…After this show is over,” she asked suddenly, still not looking at Theo, her hands busied with separating the heavy layers of costumes, “do you think you’ll come back for the next one?”

Her voice was steady, but there was something tentative about it, like she wasn’t sure she wanted the answer. “Or will you go off to another city? Another town?” She continued, her fingers tightening around a sleeve before letting go. Most of the cast would stay. They had roots here—families, homes, lives that kept them anchored. But some were already whispering about new opportunities in other states, bigger theaters, better roles. It was just part of this life. Always getting used to saying goodbye. No matter how much she hated it.

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[lillymity]

lead actor

theo skordilis

location

the theater

outfit

https://i.pinimg.com/736x/2c/04/39/2c0439053accb564557370142b0ea14b.jpg

"If you think that’s perfect blackmail material, I have to disappoint you. There are worse pics of me out there."

, he shot back with a confident smirk. Not that she needed to see these, but there was in fact worse. He came a little closer, noticing her blush.

"But if you are happy with them, I'm gonna let you have your fun, Blondie."

His voice dropped a little lower than usual, making him succeed in sounding teasing. The nickname came very fond of his lips, Theo had to admit he liked looking at those blonde curls.

Ah right! The light! He totally forgot that.

"Aye aye, captain!"

While Iris put away the remaining costumes, the brown-haired took off the things Iris dressed him in. First the paws. Ahh, finally! They were kind of hard to wear, a little small and you couldn't really move your fingers. With free fingers again, Theo took off the headdress — his hair looking even worse than before now and the one or other colorful feathers still stuck in his hair.

Then the shoes were changed back into his and he put the jacket back on its hanger, now helping Iris to put everything back. Even though he needed directions and then bring them to their place.

The brown-haired himself didn’t even think about the end of the production yet. They didn’t even have their first show and Theo liked to live in the moment. It would only bring him down, thinking about the last show, when you were on to perform. So he just wanted to enjoy the moment on the stage with the others, doing what he loves and being able to earn his money with it.

So the blonde's question came very sudden. He took a moment to think about it. Maybe he would, maybe he wouldn’t. He didn’t have any requests yet and he wasn’t planning on auditioning in any other place. He just moved in his apartment a month ago, so maybe he would rather stay here a little longer.

"Hm, I think I will."

It sounded a little thoughtful, not quite sure.

"I didn’t plan on moving any time soon again."

Didn’t mean he wouldn’t take a chance if it fell right into his hands. But he would actually love to stay here with the theater, the crew and the other actors. Though another show tour ? Maybe. He wasn’t sure if he wanted to be every day somewhere else right now. Was also exhausting in a kind of way.

"But I think I will stay here for a little longer."

The brown-haired finally looked over to Iris, after his eyes wandered around the costumes. She seemed pensive, like something messed up her previous lighthearted smile. Like she had something bad on her mind.

"Though if you want me to take over the lead again, I can make that work."

Theo immediately tried to bring back her soft smile. Make her laugh again.

"Let’s get that light though, don’t want to keep the others waiting."

They were probably already debating on what Iris and Theo were doing this long. And that he looked even more like a walking disaster didn’t make the possible rumors, they maybe came up with in the meantime, better.

 

[EclecticSpica]

Iris Starling
“We promised to never let go.”​

---

Iris was still mulling over the nickname "Blondie" when she almost missed his response to her question. When the words finally registered, the nickname brought a faint smile to her lips, but she quickly pursed them, forcing the grin to disappear. She cleared her throat, nervously fluffing her hair to hide the blush that lingered on her cheeks.
“It would be improper to show favoritism, and I don’t control the cast list, Mister Skordilis,” she quipped with a roll of her eyes, though the corners of her lips betrayed her growing amusement. She kept pace with him as they walked, making her way toward the light. The rest of the task was straightforward enough. Iris had taken the opportunity to tease Theo as he struggled to lift the light, purposely showing off how effortlessly she managed it. Once she found the right light, she assigned Theo the simpler task of holding the doors open and locking up while she handled the heavy lifting.

After returning to the main stage, she reclaimed her keys and shooed Theo off to gather the crew for the next round of rehearsals, all while she barked orders from the catwalk above. She had the show’s lines memorized by heart after months of practice, so even as she worked with the equipment re-installing a light with expert ease, she could easily jump in to help a cast member if needed.

------ Time Skip ------​

The day before opening night arrived faster than Iris could prepare for it. Tech rehearsal had left her more drained than usual, her clothes now consisting of a simple black t-shirt and leggings, her hair pulled into a messy braid or ponytail. Her arms were draped with last-minute props and items, always on hand for whatever might be needed.

As she finished the final adjustments to the stage, she heard the cast trickling in. Dark circles under her eyes hinted at her exhaustion, and she wondered how long today’s rehearsal would run. Yesterday’s run-through had stretched longer than expected, and the thought of the quick costume change that had turned into a chaotic scramble made her wince. Shit, the costume adjustments, Iris swore under her breath as she quickly exited the stage and barged into the dressing rooms, uncaring if anyone squeaked in surprise at her sudden entrance.

With a fierce determination in her step and safety pins in hand, it was clear she was focused on one thing: fixing the pants that refused to stay up on several of the actors.

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