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the beach was nearly empty, save for one or two other couples that were wrapped up in their own sun drenched bubble to care about what anyone else was doing. a lazy breeze drifted off the ocean, caressing her skin. the blonde shifted on her towel, letting out a soft sigh as she stretched, arms raising above her head. with one hand, she reaches behind her back and unclasped the top of her bikini, slipping it off without hesitation. the fabric joined her sandals and beach bag in the sand beside her, completely forgotten. she didn't glance around, she didn't care to. leaning back onto her albows, golden cascade tumbling over one shoulder as she basked in the sunlight, her steely blues slid toward the man beside her. " do you mind helping me with the sunscreen ? " she questioned, holding back an amused giggle. " i don't want to burn. " / @burnishedrebel .♥
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" well, next time you have something to say to me, grow a pair and say it to my fucking face instead of sending that little girlfriend of yours. " / my sun and stars @gcdwilling ♥
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" come on, i got you. " long digits reach for their hand, pulling them up gently, but firmly. " are you okay ? are you hurt ? "
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" do you know who my father is ? — i'm not going to sleep here, in this ... " gestures to the abandoned building, eyes scanning the crumbling walls and broken furniture, "in this place."
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orbs blinked, narrowing slightly as his words actually sank in. he was serious, really. for a second, she stood there, caught off guard by the shift in his tone. this wasn’t the same confident posture she’d been toying with. this was something different, something more intense. almost made her forget she could certainly work her way out of this using another method if she truly wanted. lips parting but unsure what to say. the whole thing felt like a trap, but it was almost… exciting ? and then, the request actually hit. " wait... what ? a date ? with me ? " brows furrowed, confusion mixing with that same amused confidence bouncing right back. her weight slightly, hues scanning him for any sign that he was joking. " I'm not exactly how we americans say, an actress. how do you expect me to pull that off ? " brows furrowed yet again, still not really understanding why. " wait, again, you want me to go with you ? "
a tight, controlled smile pulls at the corner of valentin's lips. " you heard me the first time, " his steely blue gaze remainds steady, unwavering as he watches her, weighing her every word. " i'm sure you'll figure it out, " simply answers with a small shrug of his shoulders. " you're smart. i have no doubt you'll find a way to make it work. " long legs take another step closer, his taller frame towering over as he closes the distance between them. " as for you not being an actress," he continues, " i'm pretty sure you've faked plenty of orgasms before, right ? considering the kind of guy you sleep with, i don't think they'd know how to please a girl even if they had a manual. anyway, i just need you there, on my arm, looking like the pretty little thing i know you can be. — got it ? "
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he knew she wasn’t wrong. the reminder of how things ended between them, how he pulled away. typical. it was easier that way, wasn't it ? who actually wanted to deal with his lifestyle ? people always thought they did, until it came down to it. he didn't want those conversations anymore, so he'd cut it off before they even got there. didn't mean the emotions severed so easily. shit. staring at her for a beat too long, trying to figure out what he was even doing here. why was he standing in front of her, when he had spent so long running from things exactly like this ? " yeah, yeah I know — " words cut off, he started them with no foresight to where they were actually going. orbs wondered in the direction of the other in question, that pulled him into this in the first place. " you're right, okay sure. but that just means you know I'm more fun than that guy, " a smile started to grow over his features, attempt at ease, hiding the spark of desperation to keep her stood right there.
honeyed hues flicker, her grip on the cup loosening slightly as she watches him. she hates how much she still feels, how she can't just push him away like she's supposed to. but every part of her, every inch of her being, still remembers the way he used to hold her, all the moments they shared before things fell apart. things were never perfect, they were messy and complicated, but she had loved him. still did. " you don't get to come back and pretend everything's fine. you left, and we haven't spoken in months. " her grip tightens on the cup again, and she shakes her head. fuck, why couldn't she just ignore him, why couldn't she just move on ? " why are you even here, ezra ? " she questions, her warm gaze seeking his. " what do you want from me ? "
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"huh, okay," concedes, because daisy isn't at all wrong. cat has never done anything to make anyone think they had to fake, so she shouldn't really feel bad about herself for someone else's lack of communication, should she? she shrugs, then smiles. daisy's method of comforting (is that was she was doing?) is unorthodoxically based on teasing her, but cat thinks she kind of likes it. it's refreshing and, most importantly, seems to work. "no, you're right. i don't think there'll be a next time, though. she was in town for a work thing, anyway, and we both know how that last 'long-distance sex situationship' did not work out for me, so ..." allows herself to laugh a little at the thought of her own previous crappy entanglement. ever since moving in with daisy, cat fears she might've put her poor roommate through way too much of her messy flings. she might be a saint.
" ugh, don't remind me, " groans with a dramatic roll of her blue eyes, though her grin quickly betrays the fondness tucked beneath her words. she nudges her knee gently against cat's, glancing at the other. " for what is worth, i think you deserve better than half assed hookups and bad texters, not that i'm judging — i mean i probably would’ve married someone over a shared spotify playlist if you hadn’t stopped me. " her smile softens, ocean gaze drifting. maybe she was judging a little. but only because she did care for the other, probably more than she'd be willing to admit. because seeing her with other people wasn't as easy as she let on. it pulled at something inside her, was it jealousy ? she didn't want to think about it, so instead, she clears her throat before she speaks again. " anyway, what are you doing today ? "
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it's different for her. she didn't have the fancy cars or lavish lifestyle before all of this. if anything, she's been far too conscious of the ugliness people could possess inside. it was like they were hanging by the thinnest of threads, waiting for that final snap so that they could act as they truly desired. no longer withheld by laws and religion, free to do as their instincts have encouraged. " i could see it right now. all you need is a pair of glasses and a camera. " wishes she would have met him sooner and under different circumstances. keeps moving, huffing softly as she tries to keep up. her feet hurt, body feels sore all over. " better than sleeping in that parking lot. remember that ? " scrunches her nose up playfully, squeezing his hand. only seems to slowly let go when they've found their destination.
a quiet laugh slips out " yeah, how could i forget it ? " honeyed hues glance over his shoulder with a crooked grin that lingers a little longer now, eyes catching the subtle scrunch of her nose. " you were so sure you could tough it out too. stubborn as hell. " there's something almost fond in the way he says it. her hand in his is comforting, even if it's just for a moment. makes their situation somehow feel a little less suffocating. when she lets go, he almost reaches back, almost closes the distance again, but instead he just keeps walking. "we’ll lay low here for the night, " he says, nodding toward the warehouse. "get some rest, figure out our next move in the morning." with that, he reaches for the he reaches for the rusted handle of the side door, giving it a solid tug before it groans open. the interior is dark, but not pitch black , tiny bits of moonlight filtering through the cracks in the boarded up windows give just enough visibility. long legs step inside first, careful, scanning his surroundings. " over here, " he murmurs, motioning her toward a far corner where a few old shipping blankets are aphazardly piled on top of wooden pallets. beside them, there’s an abandoned sofa with torn cushions and stuffing poking out one side, but it still looks like the most comfortable thing in sight. " could be worse. " a chuckle rumbles in his throat, and he's already moving to adjust the blankets, trying to shake out the dust before spreading them accross the pallets.
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can't help but feel surprised when she reaches out to him. it's been a long while since he's felt another human's touch, one so gentle. almost feels urged to pull away because if he becomes too accustomed, he might not be able to think about anything else. " really ? " raises his head, blinking in her direction. " you don't . . . have any grudges against me ? i would understand if you did. " supposes he should abandon all thoughts of what ifs. he laughs, shrugging his shoulders. " i don't know if i could be as forgiving as you are. then again, you've always been different. " anyone who could bring josh to his knees must be nothing short of magical. glances down at her trembling hand, arm reaching out to touch her ailing wrist. " it doesn't look broken, " informs with a soft murmur. " it just needs some rest. "
the laugh catches her off guard, not because it's out of place, but because it's the first time in weeks that she's heard anything close to it. and despite how heavy the moment feels, it tugs at her heart. " maybe i am different, " murmurs, honeyed hues flickering up to meet his. " but not in the way you think. " was different a bad thing ? she wasn't sure. " my mom always told me i saw the good in people even when i shouldn't, " huffs out a breath, rolling her eyes a little. " and i don't know, maybe that's true, but with you, it's not blind hope or some fantasy i made up inmy head. i know who you are. even when you're trying to hide behind all that guilt." gaze drops to where his fingers brush over her wrist, a hint of a smile tugging at the corner of petals at his gentle, careful touch. " rest sounds nice. " she confesses with a soft sigh. " but it's just not my wrist that needs it. " her other hand reaches for his before she gives it a gentle squeeze. " you've carried so much, too much. maybe it's time you let someone take care of you for once. "
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closed for @khaleesiie ! muse : adam " ace " sterling. 27 y/o. straight(ish). drug dealer. has serious anger issues, but gets flustered easily.
" don’t look at them, why are you looking at them ? look at me. they’re not going to help you. "
steely blues blink up at him, fear clear in her features as she nods in response." i wasn’t— i didn’t mean to," she manages to mumble, trembling fingers curling into the hem of her shirt. " what — what do you want from me ? "
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" you're always there for me, aren't you ? " and it warms frances' heart over. few people she knows she could rely on and elise just happens to be one of them. " are you okay?" leans in slightly, trying to meet her best friend's gaze. " you seem distracted lately. "
" always, " assures the other with a soft smile that falters at her next words. she swallows hard, hazel gaze dropping to their hands. " yeah, just ... tired, i guess. " she lies, offering the faintest smile, " i've been a little busy lately. " which isn't entirely untrue, but not nearly the whole truth either. busy was a simple way to cover up the long nights trying to ignore the fact that her best friend, the one she's been in love with for years, is engaged to someone else. she occupies her mind the only way she knows how — diving headfirst into danger, into missions that leave her bruised and breathless, but at least momentarily numb. " but i'm fine, really. "