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-- the lost king --
Cain Evans
"Call on me, and I'll be there."
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-- the lost king --
Carlise Kingston
"I can't get you out of my head and I don't think I want to."
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Cosmic feelings
Alex
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Daddy is a state of mind
Danielle Moulin
Danielle had been having a grand old time. Laughing and hanging out with Quentin seemed to make her pain seep away. It was almost as if they had been friends for a while the way they talked as they adventured around the event. They had almost gone through all of the booths when she heard a familiar voice behind her. A hand grabbed at hers and the moment that Quentin and Danielle were sharing had been cut short as she spun around to look at Alexei. A rush of pain and anger ran throughout her. Seeing him like this was just a harsh reminder of what she had seen earlier in the day. Confusion hit her as Alexei foolishly begged her to go home with him and take her back. For a moment she really did think about how nice it would be to fall asleep in his arms again. Dani took a step away from him, shaking her head. Words escaped her and she thought about what she had seen earlier. His charming smile spreading across his face for another girl. The sing songy sound of his voice saying her name. She expected him to be hurt and to be a shell of a man not putting on the charm for the first girl he saw. So why was he here now begging her to go back to him. Admitting that he loved her and basically crying in front of her and Quentin.
Danielle opened her mouth to speak. She wanted to tell him that it wasn't going to happen and that what he was doing was embarrassing. A grown man begging a woman to unblock him on social media. She would oblige, of course. Even Danielle knew that blocking Alexei was a bit dramatic and she wouldn't have otherwise done so if it werent for her being and drunk as she was. At the end of the blubbering it became apparent to Danielle that he missed the whole point of their break up. It wasn't the baby or the marriage. Danielle just wasn't ready to be in a relationship with anyone not even Quentin. Just as Dani was about to say something she saw the glare form on Alexei's face. She took another step back as she watched the jealousy bubble inside of the man she once loved. This was the biggest reason she couldn't be with him. Any time Danielle hung out with any guy Alexei would immediately get jealous. So often his moods would give her whip lash as he went from loving to angry as quick as a flash. Danielle stood taller as Alexei questioned who she was with and snapped at her about her not going out with him.
"He's none of your business, Alexei. What I do is none of your business Alexei." Danielle crossed her arms and shook her head at the man, her anger fizzled a little when Quentin spoke up. Her attention snapped to the man she had been standing next to as he warned Alexei to back off. A soft blush hit her cheeks as she watched Quentin move so he was standing between Alexei and herself as if he were trying to protect Danielle. Butterflies hit her stomach and fluttered around like crazy. If Danielle hadn't been attracted to Quentin before she definitely was now as he stood his ground and spoke against Alexei. Danielle tried to hide a smile when Quentin told Alexei he was making a spectacle of himself. Danielle had been fully ready to stand up for herself and Quentin. She wasn't really expecting Quentin to stand up for her yet there he was, stood between the two of them telling Alexei to go away. Danielle didn't think Alexei would get physical but she wasn't really sure what he would do anymore. She certainly didn't think he would move on as quickly as he did.
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Danielle had been having a grand old time. Laughing and hanging out with Quentin seemed to make her pain seep away. It was almost as if they had been friends for a while the way they talked as they adventured around the event. They had almost gone through all of the booths when she heard a familiar voice behind her. A hand grabbed at hers and the moment that Quentin and Danielle were sharing had been cut short as she spun around to look at Alexei. A rush of pain and anger ran throughout her. Seeing him like this was just a harsh reminder of what she had seen earlier in the day. Confusion hit her as Alexei foolishly begged her to go home with him and take her back. For a moment she really did think about how nice it would be to fall asleep in his arms again. Dani took a step away from him, shaking her head. Words escaped her and she thought about what she had seen earlier. His charming smile spreading across his face for another girl. The sing songy sound of his voice saying her name. She expected him to be hurt and to be a shell of a man not putting on the charm for the first girl he saw. So why was he here now begging her to go back to him. Admitting that he loved her and basically crying in front of her and Quentin.
Danielle opened her mouth to speak. She wanted to tell him that it wasn't going to happen and that what he was doing was embarrassing. A grown man begging a woman to unblock him on social media. She would oblige, of course. Even Danielle knew that blocking Alexei was a bit dramatic and she wouldn't have otherwise done so if it werent for her being and drunk as she was. At the end of the blubbering it became apparent to Danielle that he missed the whole point of their break up. It wasn't the baby or the marriage. Danielle just wasn't ready to be in a relationship with anyone not even Quentin. Just as Dani was about to say something she saw the glare form on Alexei's face. She took another step back as she watched the jealousy bubble inside of the man she once loved. This was the biggest reason she couldn't be with him. Any time Danielle hung out with any guy Alexei would immediately get jealous. So often his moods would give her whip lash as he went from loving to angry as quick as a flash. Danielle stood taller as Alexei questioned who she was with and snapped at her about her not going out with him.
"He's none of your business, Alexei. What I do is none of your business Alexei." Danielle crossed her arms and shook her head at the man, her anger fizzled a little when Quentin spoke up. Her attention snapped to the man she had been standing next to as he warned Alexei to back off. A soft blush hit her cheeks as she watched Quentin move so he was standing between Alexei and herself as if he were trying to protect Danielle. Butterflies hit her stomach and fluttered around like crazy. If Danielle hadn't been attracted to Quentin before she definitely was now as he stood his ground and spoke against Alexei. Danielle tried to hide a smile when Quentin told Alexei he was making a spectacle of himself. Danielle had been fully ready to stand up for herself and Quentin. She wasn't really expecting Quentin to stand up for her yet there he was, stood between the two of them telling Alexei to go away. Danielle didn't think Alexei would get physical but she wasn't really sure what he would do anymore. She certainly didn't think he would move on as quickly as he did.
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-- the lost king --
Wendall Young
"I think I'm falling in love with you.."
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-- the lost king --
Carter Kingston
"You are the one. So marry me?"
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Micah Cooper
Micah smiled brightly when Cole confirmed that he was okay with animals, "I'd like to go to the zoo with you when it's open someday." Micah confirmed and as he was putting all the books away, Cole found the Iron Man helmet and began to ask lots of questions about it. Another smile from Micah. "Oh, that's Iron Man. Watch this." He said and wandered over to the helmet, taking it off the display before placing it on his head, "Friday, suit up." He told the helmet and it began to close. It was probably the coolest thing that he had ever bought, even though it was way too much money.
When he took it off, he placed it on Cole's head and laughed, "Here," He paused, going over to his bookshelves, pulling out one of the Iron Man comics, to show Cole the pictures, "it's part of his suit, it's how he saves people." He explained, "We should watch it, it's a really cool movie. The start of the Marvel movies." He told him, gently taking the helmet off of Cole's head to put it back onto the display.
"Come here," Micah said, taking Cole's hand to sit on the couch. While Cole got comfy, Micah grabbed the T.V. remote and began searching through Disney Plus to find a good movie to put on.
When the movie was sufficiently on and running, Micah sat back on the couch. His awkward self was now shining through and he glanced over at Cole. Why was he such a dipshit sometimes? In this scenario, it would be easy to make a move, but Micah was so awkward he wasn't even sure what to say to Cole. Nervously, he picked at his cuticles before eventually turning to Cole, leaning in to press his lips to the other mans. He wanted Cole to like him, and keep liking him, could Cole do that though? With how bland Micah could be sometimes? He wasn't sure. He just wanted to enjoy this moment right now.
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Micah smiled brightly when Cole confirmed that he was okay with animals, "I'd like to go to the zoo with you when it's open someday." Micah confirmed and as he was putting all the books away, Cole found the Iron Man helmet and began to ask lots of questions about it. Another smile from Micah. "Oh, that's Iron Man. Watch this." He said and wandered over to the helmet, taking it off the display before placing it on his head, "Friday, suit up." He told the helmet and it began to close. It was probably the coolest thing that he had ever bought, even though it was way too much money.
When he took it off, he placed it on Cole's head and laughed, "Here," He paused, going over to his bookshelves, pulling out one of the Iron Man comics, to show Cole the pictures, "it's part of his suit, it's how he saves people." He explained, "We should watch it, it's a really cool movie. The start of the Marvel movies." He told him, gently taking the helmet off of Cole's head to put it back onto the display.
"Come here," Micah said, taking Cole's hand to sit on the couch. While Cole got comfy, Micah grabbed the T.V. remote and began searching through Disney Plus to find a good movie to put on.
When the movie was sufficiently on and running, Micah sat back on the couch. His awkward self was now shining through and he glanced over at Cole. Why was he such a dipshit sometimes? In this scenario, it would be easy to make a move, but Micah was so awkward he wasn't even sure what to say to Cole. Nervously, he picked at his cuticles before eventually turning to Cole, leaning in to press his lips to the other mans. He wanted Cole to like him, and keep liking him, could Cole do that though? With how bland Micah could be sometimes? He wasn't sure. He just wanted to enjoy this moment right now.
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Emily Charter
Emily grinned at Cain as he took the shots with her. Normally he was very timid and shy around her but here he was opening up and he even ordered a drink with her. When the man agreed to dance, the girl excitedly took his hand and followed him out to the dancefloor, moving along to the music with him. She liked that he pulled her close. She wanted to be close. Although she did just break up with Owen, there were always tiny little feelings there for Cain. Maybe if she opened herself up to someone who wasn't Owen, she could be happy. Maybe her happiness was here, holding her and dancing with her.
The more they danced and drank, the less Emily thought about Owen and how he's made her feel all these years. Her focus became solely on Cain as she flirted, touched, and spun with him on the dance floor. But as the night went on, the girl was beginning to get drunker and drunker. Taking Cain's hand, she stumbled outside and threw her arms around him, "why can't all guys be like you." She joked, her words slurred. Her eyes studied his face a moment, taking him all in before she leaned in and gently pressed her lips to his. And this wasn't just because she was drunk. It was because the hold that Owen had on her mind was down. Why should all guys be like Cain, when there was Cain right in front of her?
Eventually, she pulled away, "Can you sleep over?" She asked, sticking out her bottom lip. She didn't care if he wouldn't sleep with her. That's not what she was looking for from anyone anymore, she just wanted a genuine connection with someone. Someone to love her and be there for her. Love her for who she was and not her body. "We don't have to do anything. I just don't want to be alone." She stated quickly, just so he wouldn't get the wrong idea about her. She was sure everyone knew who she hooked up with after the last time she and Owen broke up. She didn't want anyone to view Cain in that light.
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Emily grinned at Cain as he took the shots with her. Normally he was very timid and shy around her but here he was opening up and he even ordered a drink with her. When the man agreed to dance, the girl excitedly took his hand and followed him out to the dancefloor, moving along to the music with him. She liked that he pulled her close. She wanted to be close. Although she did just break up with Owen, there were always tiny little feelings there for Cain. Maybe if she opened herself up to someone who wasn't Owen, she could be happy. Maybe her happiness was here, holding her and dancing with her.
The more they danced and drank, the less Emily thought about Owen and how he's made her feel all these years. Her focus became solely on Cain as she flirted, touched, and spun with him on the dance floor. But as the night went on, the girl was beginning to get drunker and drunker. Taking Cain's hand, she stumbled outside and threw her arms around him, "why can't all guys be like you." She joked, her words slurred. Her eyes studied his face a moment, taking him all in before she leaned in and gently pressed her lips to his. And this wasn't just because she was drunk. It was because the hold that Owen had on her mind was down. Why should all guys be like Cain, when there was Cain right in front of her?
Eventually, she pulled away, "Can you sleep over?" She asked, sticking out her bottom lip. She didn't care if he wouldn't sleep with her. That's not what she was looking for from anyone anymore, she just wanted a genuine connection with someone. Someone to love her and be there for her. Love her for who she was and not her body. "We don't have to do anything. I just don't want to be alone." She stated quickly, just so he wouldn't get the wrong idea about her. She was sure everyone knew who she hooked up with after the last time she and Owen broke up. She didn't want anyone to view Cain in that light.
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Dreamer
Summer
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Mason
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Luna Bowings
Luna could tell that something was off with Mason, but she chose not to saying anything or question why. She wasn’t his girlfriend, it wasn’t her place too. So she simply sat quiet until he was ready to go and they were off to the bar. There was barely any talking between the two, though that’s how it usually was this time was different. There was some tension in the air and Luna didn’t know what she did to make it feel so different. So the girl just followed him into the bar.
As soon as they got into the bar, Mason practically dragged Luna to the bar to order drinks, which Luna didn’t mind. She loved wine, so she ordered herself some red after Mason asked what she wanted. She could still tell that there was something up with him, but again chose not to say anything as they waited for their drinks. While they waited though, her eyes scanned the bar for any hint of Brooke, and eventually spotted the dark hair that she recognized from the girls profile picture. After the bartender handed them their drinks, Luna turned to go toward her.
It wasn’t hard to find Brooke. With how dead the bar was apart from a few regulars, it was pretty easy to distinct who Brooke was despite Luna not actually meeting her in real life yet. She liked the girl though, she was bold and truly spoke about what she believed in. Complete opposite of Luna, but she could see them becoming good friends. “Hi.” She said with a small smile as she sat down at the table next to Brooke. Her stomach was twisting with nerves. She looked over to Mason who seemed to be zoned out and looked back to Brooke, “this is my… Friend Masion. I don’t know if you two have met.” She introduced and took a sip of her wine.
Got this interaction was awkward, but thankfully Brooke’s personality filled the table, cutting the tension between Mason and Luna. “Have you lived in Rosemary Beach long?” She finally asked Brooke, working up her courage to finally talk to the girl. Luna had been in RB for years and never made any friends, apart from a few people at the country club. She knew Brooke worked there, but the two had never interacted with contrasting work schedules and working in different parts of the building. “I can’t believe I’ve worked at the club and have never met you.” She felt her face redden then. The statement sounded rude. So she looked down and took a sip from her glass. Why did she agree to go out?
It wasn’t until she had a few glasses of wine in her that Luna began to talk more, say the right things and sound like a proper human being. The conversation now flowing way better than when they first got to the bar. Luna was laughing at something that Brooke said when she suddenly saw Mason get up and leave the table. A small frown touched her lips but she looked back to Brooke with a relaxed smile, “should we go order some shots?”
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Luna could tell that something was off with Mason, but she chose not to saying anything or question why. She wasn’t his girlfriend, it wasn’t her place too. So she simply sat quiet until he was ready to go and they were off to the bar. There was barely any talking between the two, though that’s how it usually was this time was different. There was some tension in the air and Luna didn’t know what she did to make it feel so different. So the girl just followed him into the bar.
As soon as they got into the bar, Mason practically dragged Luna to the bar to order drinks, which Luna didn’t mind. She loved wine, so she ordered herself some red after Mason asked what she wanted. She could still tell that there was something up with him, but again chose not to say anything as they waited for their drinks. While they waited though, her eyes scanned the bar for any hint of Brooke, and eventually spotted the dark hair that she recognized from the girls profile picture. After the bartender handed them their drinks, Luna turned to go toward her.
It wasn’t hard to find Brooke. With how dead the bar was apart from a few regulars, it was pretty easy to distinct who Brooke was despite Luna not actually meeting her in real life yet. She liked the girl though, she was bold and truly spoke about what she believed in. Complete opposite of Luna, but she could see them becoming good friends. “Hi.” She said with a small smile as she sat down at the table next to Brooke. Her stomach was twisting with nerves. She looked over to Mason who seemed to be zoned out and looked back to Brooke, “this is my… Friend Masion. I don’t know if you two have met.” She introduced and took a sip of her wine.
Got this interaction was awkward, but thankfully Brooke’s personality filled the table, cutting the tension between Mason and Luna. “Have you lived in Rosemary Beach long?” She finally asked Brooke, working up her courage to finally talk to the girl. Luna had been in RB for years and never made any friends, apart from a few people at the country club. She knew Brooke worked there, but the two had never interacted with contrasting work schedules and working in different parts of the building. “I can’t believe I’ve worked at the club and have never met you.” She felt her face redden then. The statement sounded rude. So she looked down and took a sip from her glass. Why did she agree to go out?
It wasn’t until she had a few glasses of wine in her that Luna began to talk more, say the right things and sound like a proper human being. The conversation now flowing way better than when they first got to the bar. Luna was laughing at something that Brooke said when she suddenly saw Mason get up and leave the table. A small frown touched her lips but she looked back to Brooke with a relaxed smile, “should we go order some shots?”
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-- the lost king --
Cain Evans
"Call on me, and I'll be there."
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-- the lost king --
Carter Kingston
"You are the one. So marry me?"
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Qwertycakes
Did you have a brain tumor for breakfast?
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Did you have a brain tumor for breakfast?
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Micah Cooper
Was this happening? Was Micah actually truly making out with Cole? The guy that he has liked for years? This had to be a dream, and if Micah weren't already smacking lips with Cole he would 100% ask Cole to pinch him. When the men tumbled back, Micah slid his arms around Cole, his tongue tangling with Cole's and just as he was about to lift Cole's shirt over his head, Cole pulled away.
Puzzled, he looked up at Cole as Cole asked for reassurance, and Micah couldn't hide his blush this time as a brighter scene on the TV came on, "don't apologize, of course, I want to." He said, his tone a little breathless still from the kiss. Shyly, he grabbed the hem of Cole's shirt and pulled it over the man's head, tossing it somewhere in the living room. He was a little in awe of Cole's body. It was much more toned than Micah's slight fast-food gut, and suddenly he felt a little self-conscious. Though, he did his best not to think about it as he pulled his own shirt off.
Micah just wanted to enjoy this moment with Cole. It may be rushed, but Micah he had liked Cole for a while. He knew his feelings for the other man were secure, and if it were Micah's choice they would be together for a long, long time. So he went back to Cole's lips, kissing him as well as his jaw and neck. He would enjoy this moment, even if the next day Cole decided he didn't like Micah.
[End of Micah for the skip]
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Was this happening? Was Micah actually truly making out with Cole? The guy that he has liked for years? This had to be a dream, and if Micah weren't already smacking lips with Cole he would 100% ask Cole to pinch him. When the men tumbled back, Micah slid his arms around Cole, his tongue tangling with Cole's and just as he was about to lift Cole's shirt over his head, Cole pulled away.
Puzzled, he looked up at Cole as Cole asked for reassurance, and Micah couldn't hide his blush this time as a brighter scene on the TV came on, "don't apologize, of course, I want to." He said, his tone a little breathless still from the kiss. Shyly, he grabbed the hem of Cole's shirt and pulled it over the man's head, tossing it somewhere in the living room. He was a little in awe of Cole's body. It was much more toned than Micah's slight fast-food gut, and suddenly he felt a little self-conscious. Though, he did his best not to think about it as he pulled his own shirt off.
Micah just wanted to enjoy this moment with Cole. It may be rushed, but Micah he had liked Cole for a while. He knew his feelings for the other man were secure, and if it were Micah's choice they would be together for a long, long time. So he went back to Cole's lips, kissing him as well as his jaw and neck. He would enjoy this moment, even if the next day Cole decided he didn't like Micah.
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Emily Charter
Emily melted into Cain when he kissed her back. But she could tell that he was doing his best to not take advantage of her in this state. The loved that. Every other time she had gotten drunk and wanted to hook up with someone (*cough* owen and rowan *cough*) they had gladly taken the bait. But with Cain, he didn't. So when the kiss ended she just simply wrapped her arms around his neck and smiled.
The smile got exceptionally brighter when he agreed to sleep over at her place. Of course she wouldn't push anything on him if that's not what he wanted, but she was more than stoked just to have someone hold her while she slept. At the mention of food, her eyes lit up, "yeah! I want nuggets!" She said, her tone almost childlike as she followed him back to his vehicle. The drive from the club to the fast-food joint, to her apartment felt like seconds.
Grabbing the bag of food off her lap as well as her purse, she walked up the steps of her apartment, doing her best not to trip over her own feet before she slid her key into the lock and stepped inside. She realized then, that Cain had never been inside her apartment and her cheeks flushed red, "welcome to my humble abode!" She said with a smile as she kicked her heels off. Instead of going to the kitchen to eat her food, she wandered over to the couch and put on a movie before digging into the bag to find her nuggets.
When she was sufficiently full, Emily crawled into Cain's lap and snuggled in, her eyes on the movie, until they weren't. They were closed and the girl was softly snoring. This was all she wanted. Someone to love her and hold her. And with her ex (he who shall not be named) she never got that sort of affection, even on his best days. Maybe she could enjoy this all with Cain.
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Emily melted into Cain when he kissed her back. But she could tell that he was doing his best to not take advantage of her in this state. The loved that. Every other time she had gotten drunk and wanted to hook up with someone (*cough* owen and rowan *cough*) they had gladly taken the bait. But with Cain, he didn't. So when the kiss ended she just simply wrapped her arms around his neck and smiled.
The smile got exceptionally brighter when he agreed to sleep over at her place. Of course she wouldn't push anything on him if that's not what he wanted, but she was more than stoked just to have someone hold her while she slept. At the mention of food, her eyes lit up, "yeah! I want nuggets!" She said, her tone almost childlike as she followed him back to his vehicle. The drive from the club to the fast-food joint, to her apartment felt like seconds.
Grabbing the bag of food off her lap as well as her purse, she walked up the steps of her apartment, doing her best not to trip over her own feet before she slid her key into the lock and stepped inside. She realized then, that Cain had never been inside her apartment and her cheeks flushed red, "welcome to my humble abode!" She said with a smile as she kicked her heels off. Instead of going to the kitchen to eat her food, she wandered over to the couch and put on a movie before digging into the bag to find her nuggets.
When she was sufficiently full, Emily crawled into Cain's lap and snuggled in, her eyes on the movie, until they weren't. They were closed and the girl was softly snoring. This was all she wanted. Someone to love her and hold her. And with her ex (he who shall not be named) she never got that sort of affection, even on his best days. Maybe she could enjoy this all with Cain.
[LAST POST FOR EMILY]
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Everest Kennedey
Ever listened to Carlise. It was what she was best at, after all, listening to people as they told her their secrets and their lives. It was part of her job to listen to her patients when they told her about their lives, however brief their interactions may be. It could help with how she treated the patient. Ever found herself often times falling back into the pattern of staying quiet and listening to what people had to stay. She was truly calm and stoic at most times. Quietly taking in information and calculating what the next steps were. A soft smile spread across Everest's lips when Carlise assured her that she wouldn't be eaten by a shark. It was truly one of her biggest fears. Perhaps that was one of the reasons that she tried to stay away from the ocean. It was a silly fear and Everest knew it but for some reason she still couldn't bring herself to feel fully comfortable sitting so close to the ocean.
Instead of externalizing that fear, Everest kept it to herself and focused on Carlise. How she poured her heart out about her situation with Carmen. It did still make her heart beat painfully in her chest every time Carlise talked about how she felt about Carmen. It shocked Ever a little to hear Carlise say that she still loved Carmen. Sure it wasn't the same kind of love but after the pain that she went through from their separation Everest expected Carlise to despise Carmen. That's how Ever would feel if it happened to her. It was strange to think about forgiving someone after hurting someone like that. Everest held onto Carlise a little tighter and closed her eyes. She lost herself deep in thought as she held Carlise close.
"I do love you. You're impulsiveness is very grounding to me. I know I can be a little cold and calculating. I suppose that Skylar got all of the impulsivity and... kindness." Everest sighed softly, running her fingers through Carlises hair as they sat together. "Since I found out that I liked girls I thought of you. I kind of knew that you were the perfect girl for me but after Carmen hurt you I didn't want to rush you into anything. Honestly being with you is one of the only reasons that I'm sticking around Rosemary Beach. In a perfect world I think you would come with me home to Seattle and fall in love with the city as much as I did." Ever planted another small kiss on Carlises head and moved away from her, "I should probably get going. I have to run some errands and I don't want to be home too late. I work tomorrow."
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Ever listened to Carlise. It was what she was best at, after all, listening to people as they told her their secrets and their lives. It was part of her job to listen to her patients when they told her about their lives, however brief their interactions may be. It could help with how she treated the patient. Ever found herself often times falling back into the pattern of staying quiet and listening to what people had to stay. She was truly calm and stoic at most times. Quietly taking in information and calculating what the next steps were. A soft smile spread across Everest's lips when Carlise assured her that she wouldn't be eaten by a shark. It was truly one of her biggest fears. Perhaps that was one of the reasons that she tried to stay away from the ocean. It was a silly fear and Everest knew it but for some reason she still couldn't bring herself to feel fully comfortable sitting so close to the ocean.
Instead of externalizing that fear, Everest kept it to herself and focused on Carlise. How she poured her heart out about her situation with Carmen. It did still make her heart beat painfully in her chest every time Carlise talked about how she felt about Carmen. It shocked Ever a little to hear Carlise say that she still loved Carmen. Sure it wasn't the same kind of love but after the pain that she went through from their separation Everest expected Carlise to despise Carmen. That's how Ever would feel if it happened to her. It was strange to think about forgiving someone after hurting someone like that. Everest held onto Carlise a little tighter and closed her eyes. She lost herself deep in thought as she held Carlise close.
"I do love you. You're impulsiveness is very grounding to me. I know I can be a little cold and calculating. I suppose that Skylar got all of the impulsivity and... kindness." Everest sighed softly, running her fingers through Carlises hair as they sat together. "Since I found out that I liked girls I thought of you. I kind of knew that you were the perfect girl for me but after Carmen hurt you I didn't want to rush you into anything. Honestly being with you is one of the only reasons that I'm sticking around Rosemary Beach. In a perfect world I think you would come with me home to Seattle and fall in love with the city as much as I did." Ever planted another small kiss on Carlises head and moved away from her, "I should probably get going. I have to run some errands and I don't want to be home too late. I work tomorrow."
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Calla Carleton
Calla was shocked at how cuddly Nico was after days of not spending time together. It made her blush and giggle. She wasn't used to this type of attention, from anyone, but she kind of loved it. His energy was all over, and soon enough their lunch was done, and he was dragging her off. "It's a nice van..." She trailed off, looking around. It was a little messy, and she was shocked that someone could live in their van but at the same time, it fascinated her. He was just so different than what she had come across in her life so far.
The drive to the vineyard didn't feel long, especially not with Nico's energy and the music playing. Of course, they didn't go to the front entrance, that would be stupid because they would ID her and immediately turn her away. She was old enough to drink in Spain, but Americans had weird ideals when it came to what was considered an adult. Like who waits until 21 to drink? Once the van was parked, the girl unbuckled her seatbelt and hopped out of the van, following him through some grass until they reached an old wired fence.
The man's fake electrocution took her by surprise and she hurried over, kneeling beside him, scared to touch him. What should she do? But then he stopped and looked at her, laughing, "That is so mean!" She exclaimed, giving his shoulder a smack before she stood back up with a small, playful glare in her eyes. When he split the fence for her, Calla stepped in and followed him to the main part of the event where there was music playing and people chatting. This vineyard was beautiful and she could already smell the different flavors of sweet wine.
Instantly, Calla made her way over to one of the tables where a server was pouring wine and handing out glasses, Calla gladly took one for her and one for Nico, "So what do events like these entail?" She asked curiously. Admittedly, she had no clue why there would be an event like this unless it were for a wedding or something. Either way, the girl was already having a blast, meeting new people and sipping the different kinds of wine.
Eventually when it was getting dark, and the girl was sufficiently buzzed, Calla went with Nico back to his van and climbed in. She was beginning to really like this man, "Hey Nico?" She asked before he started the van up. She didn't know what she wanted to ask him, instead, she climbed over the center console and straddled the man's lap, laughing a little when her butt honked the horn. Without any more words, she pressed her lips to his.
[FINAL CALLA POST]
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Calla was shocked at how cuddly Nico was after days of not spending time together. It made her blush and giggle. She wasn't used to this type of attention, from anyone, but she kind of loved it. His energy was all over, and soon enough their lunch was done, and he was dragging her off. "It's a nice van..." She trailed off, looking around. It was a little messy, and she was shocked that someone could live in their van but at the same time, it fascinated her. He was just so different than what she had come across in her life so far.
The drive to the vineyard didn't feel long, especially not with Nico's energy and the music playing. Of course, they didn't go to the front entrance, that would be stupid because they would ID her and immediately turn her away. She was old enough to drink in Spain, but Americans had weird ideals when it came to what was considered an adult. Like who waits until 21 to drink? Once the van was parked, the girl unbuckled her seatbelt and hopped out of the van, following him through some grass until they reached an old wired fence.
The man's fake electrocution took her by surprise and she hurried over, kneeling beside him, scared to touch him. What should she do? But then he stopped and looked at her, laughing, "That is so mean!" She exclaimed, giving his shoulder a smack before she stood back up with a small, playful glare in her eyes. When he split the fence for her, Calla stepped in and followed him to the main part of the event where there was music playing and people chatting. This vineyard was beautiful and she could already smell the different flavors of sweet wine.
Instantly, Calla made her way over to one of the tables where a server was pouring wine and handing out glasses, Calla gladly took one for her and one for Nico, "So what do events like these entail?" She asked curiously. Admittedly, she had no clue why there would be an event like this unless it were for a wedding or something. Either way, the girl was already having a blast, meeting new people and sipping the different kinds of wine.
Eventually when it was getting dark, and the girl was sufficiently buzzed, Calla went with Nico back to his van and climbed in. She was beginning to really like this man, "Hey Nico?" She asked before he started the van up. She didn't know what she wanted to ask him, instead, she climbed over the center console and straddled the man's lap, laughing a little when her butt honked the horn. Without any more words, she pressed her lips to his.
[FINAL CALLA POST]
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Lavender Boileau
Papa remained silent, listening to Wendalls words. He nodded softly when Wendall mentioned Papa saving Lavender. Affirming Wendalls beliefs. Papa knew that he couldn't tell Wendall exactly what it was that scarred Lavender. A great sadness had taken over her and it was hard to pick up the broken pieces that had been left behind. It was such a pity to see such a soft, caring person hidden behind such a monster of a pain. "While I cannot disclose anything from Lavenders life I will tell you that it hasn't been easy for her. Patience is a virtue, Wendall. Lavender may seem strong but I can ssure you she is still quite fragile. Give her time." Papa smiled softly, "Sister is a valued part of the Clergy. She has come a very long way. Transparently, Wendall, she has taught me more compassion. She has made me a better Papa. Unlike the Papa's before me I have been given the gift of sister Lavender." Papa took a deep breath and sat back, getting himself a little more comfortable. He had never fully admitted that Lavender has done as much for him as he did for her. He would never tell her, of course. Giving that information to Wendall was only a way to show him that Lavender was worth the wait.
"Your sisters are more than welcome in the Clergy. In fact... I have something for them, too. If you would like to bring them with you we would be happy to have them as well. I can promise you that they, too, will also be cherished and loved unconditionally. We strive to make sure that each one of our Clergy members know that despite their past we are there to improve their future. However that may be." As papa spoke he pulled two more smaller pendants from his pocket. He set them on the table in front of him next to the one for Wendall. "All we ask in return is your willingness to return the favour when the time comes." Papa sat back in his chair. Waiting for Wendall to not only take the pendants but to tell him about his life.
Papa listened contently as Wendall spoke. Absorbing the information that he was given. Papa Sympathized with the boy and could understand the pain that he was going through. His father wasn't much of a father to him, either. The history of Papas and having little to no parental interaction was something that Wendall would learn, of course. Papa would be instructing Lavender to teach Wendall and his kin the history of the Clergy and unfortunately for Papa his whole family history was deeply intertwined with the past. So as Wendall spoke Papa thought about his future with the Clergy. He would make a fine papa one day. That is if Lavender decided to step up when the time came Papa was certain that she would bring Wendall with her. Papa nodded as Wendall trailed off. "I am deeply sorry." He spoke quietly, "that you have experienced this heartache in your life. I understand now. The scars inside you. I would like to offer you and your sisters peace. The Clergy will be building residence in Rosemary Beach in the coming months. I would like to extend an invitation for you and your sisters to live in the Clergy house. Rest assured that your sisters will be taken care of when you are unable to. Whether that is courses or whether that is your own alone time. The Clergy will be here. We can also offer education for the girls with no cost. They will be well taken care of and unconditionally loved by the Clergy. Protected by all costs. If your family gives you any slack I will find a way to... persuade them." Papa smiled, "Welcome to the Clergy, son. I can see through the scars inside you."
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Papa remained silent, listening to Wendalls words. He nodded softly when Wendall mentioned Papa saving Lavender. Affirming Wendalls beliefs. Papa knew that he couldn't tell Wendall exactly what it was that scarred Lavender. A great sadness had taken over her and it was hard to pick up the broken pieces that had been left behind. It was such a pity to see such a soft, caring person hidden behind such a monster of a pain. "While I cannot disclose anything from Lavenders life I will tell you that it hasn't been easy for her. Patience is a virtue, Wendall. Lavender may seem strong but I can ssure you she is still quite fragile. Give her time." Papa smiled softly, "Sister is a valued part of the Clergy. She has come a very long way. Transparently, Wendall, she has taught me more compassion. She has made me a better Papa. Unlike the Papa's before me I have been given the gift of sister Lavender." Papa took a deep breath and sat back, getting himself a little more comfortable. He had never fully admitted that Lavender has done as much for him as he did for her. He would never tell her, of course. Giving that information to Wendall was only a way to show him that Lavender was worth the wait.
"Your sisters are more than welcome in the Clergy. In fact... I have something for them, too. If you would like to bring them with you we would be happy to have them as well. I can promise you that they, too, will also be cherished and loved unconditionally. We strive to make sure that each one of our Clergy members know that despite their past we are there to improve their future. However that may be." As papa spoke he pulled two more smaller pendants from his pocket. He set them on the table in front of him next to the one for Wendall. "All we ask in return is your willingness to return the favour when the time comes." Papa sat back in his chair. Waiting for Wendall to not only take the pendants but to tell him about his life.
Papa listened contently as Wendall spoke. Absorbing the information that he was given. Papa Sympathized with the boy and could understand the pain that he was going through. His father wasn't much of a father to him, either. The history of Papas and having little to no parental interaction was something that Wendall would learn, of course. Papa would be instructing Lavender to teach Wendall and his kin the history of the Clergy and unfortunately for Papa his whole family history was deeply intertwined with the past. So as Wendall spoke Papa thought about his future with the Clergy. He would make a fine papa one day. That is if Lavender decided to step up when the time came Papa was certain that she would bring Wendall with her. Papa nodded as Wendall trailed off. "I am deeply sorry." He spoke quietly, "that you have experienced this heartache in your life. I understand now. The scars inside you. I would like to offer you and your sisters peace. The Clergy will be building residence in Rosemary Beach in the coming months. I would like to extend an invitation for you and your sisters to live in the Clergy house. Rest assured that your sisters will be taken care of when you are unable to. Whether that is courses or whether that is your own alone time. The Clergy will be here. We can also offer education for the girls with no cost. They will be well taken care of and unconditionally loved by the Clergy. Protected by all costs. If your family gives you any slack I will find a way to... persuade them." Papa smiled, "Welcome to the Clergy, son. I can see through the scars inside you."
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