Realistic or Modern We All Break Sometimes (Main)

[Chimney Swift]

MOOD: disturbed

OUTFIT: Hiding

LOCATION: The dance studio.

basics

MENTIONS:
Carson Elf_Ruler

INT:
Winnie ALittleRedLie

tags

TL;DR Oliver shows up unexpectedly at Winnie's dance studio.

tl;dr

Oliver Dreyfuss

How lonely it is, to be drowning in a place where everyone can swim

As the summer drew closer to its end, September and the start of school looming just around the corner, Oliver had been slowly adjusting to a very eventful month.

In an effort to stealthily make some money, he’d taken an under-the-table job helping Miss Mildred, Carson’s landlord. The two had met online, and though Oliver had told her little about the situation he was in, she seemed to understand his need for financial support.
During the hours when his mother was away at work, he’d help Miss Mildred out around her apartment, and in return, she’d always have food ready for him and endless stories and bits of gossip from around the town. Though Oliver was silent and hesitant for the first few days, she was patient with him, and soon she’d earned enough of his trust that he felt comfortable enough to accept her kindness.
He didn’t have to steal as much anymore. In just two weeks, he seemed healthier: he had a bit more color, wasn’t fainting as often, and was even a bit more talkative when he could be found.

Finding him was the problem, though– meanwhile all this was happening, every day he spent time at his own home he seemed eerily silent. The hours of the day when he could be contacted grew shorter and shorter. He disappeared on the weekends, and at night. Things had taken a turn for the worse since his mother found him with Arthur and Niila. He still had his Twitter account to communicate with, which his mother didn’t know he had, but he seemed to use his phone less and less every passing day.

Today, though, he showed up suddenly at the dance studio, panting as though he’d run the whole way. he was sporting a deep scratch wound vertically from just under his eye, all the way down his cheek almost to his jaw. If anyone had asked what had caused it, he refused to say.
It wasn’t unreasonable, though, to assume he was the one who gave himself the injury. Oliver was prone to scratching and biting himself when stressed; his arms and hands were almost always littered with small marks and bruises. It made sense, too, that he’d be too embarrassed and defensive to explain it.

It was still morning. Nowadays he was never away from home at this early hour…

The main rehearsal room was empty, but Oliver knew Winona had to be here somewhere. She said she’d be practicing for her Juilliard audition today. And even if she wasn’t here, no one would look for him at the dance studio. He could hide, at least for a few hours, but he had come here looking for his friend.
He didn’t want to be alone. Not now.
“Winnie?” His quiet, scratchy voice could barely be heard even in the dead-silent studio. He ducked his head into the dressing room, looking around for her. She had to be here somewhere.

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[Elf_Ruler]

Carson Hughes

Two weeks had passed and for the most part Carson had not been responsive to the world. She had gone to a movie with Liz, barely talking the whole time. She had barely gone home, barely talked to anyone instead she had stayed at Thad’s holed up in his room. Not talking, not doing anything. Thad had been more than willing to give her a place to hideout even though she hadn’t said much to him. It had been a blur of two weeks and eventually she had to leave, had to return to being an adult. She had missed some work due to her hiding from the world. She had gotten some calls from Ms. Mildred. Really Carson had struggled coping with everything that happened the night of the regatta.

So now she had made her way back home, dressed in things she had left at Thad’s and his flannel, something she knew she wouldn’t return anytime soon. Upon arrival home she had seen the cake left by Yohan and she gathered it up in her arms and entered the house. The happiness that lit up Ms. Mildred’s face caused a pang of guilt to run through Carson, “Yohan left us a cake. He said he would’ve stayed but he was busy. I hope you like mango flavor.” Carson tried to keep the mood light as Ms. Mildred walked over and pulled the girl into a hug. Carson hugged back feeling more guilty now, “It’ll be ok young one. I know life has been hard but you are so strong.” Ms. Mildred pulled away and brushed a stray hair from Carson’s face and smiled at her. Over the years the two had built a bond and Carson really thought of Mildred as her family. She just didn’t quite know how to act and she was glad that Mildred understood. That she took in a stray eighteen-year-old and helped her get her life figured out.

But now, Carson had to get ready to meet up with Jay, something she really wasn’t looking forward to. But as she opened the door to her room, she looked at her stuff, the mess she had left behind when leaving for Thad’s and she sat on her bed. Everything was numb, she missed her friends but how could she tell them she hurt? She didn’t show her feelings and now she had to mask everything up and pretend like she wasn’t scared to see Jason after three years.

The time to get dressed and get to her destination didn’t take long as she sat on a bench waiting for Jason to arrive. She was bouncing her leg trying to distract herself from the impending stress sitting in her chest. He didn’t love her; it was a lie. She needed to remind herself that it was a meeting and nothing more. They were over, they were supposed to stay that way. He had broken her heart, she couldn’t let herself be vulnerable again, couldn’t break like that again. So, she waited constantly looking around waiting to see if she would catch a glimpse of him before he saw her.

Mention(s): Qwertycakes Interaction(s):

 

[.Curious.Nat.]

MILO BROOKS

, location:dorm,outfit: plain black hoodie and black ripped jeans. Mood: Unlucky

After his talk with Lemon he wasn't going to take back hanging out with her. Why would he? Especially her. That sounded bad..and it's because it is. She is in a relationship and yet he can't help the feeling he has to swallow everyday he talks to her. If Reid knew he wouldn't be happy,bit lucky enough for Reid, Milo was very respectful. Deep in his mind he knew she didn't see him in the way he saw her. So he accepted that being infatuated with her from afar and supporting her when she needs was good enough.

Milo started up his engine to his bike. The sound was like music to his ear. He blocked out everything else while he was riding and he'd like to keep it that way. After all he was nervous. He'd be alone with Lemon. He didn't needed to be a complete mess.

Once he got to the parking lot he just turned off his engine and waited. It was no use going anywhere else and plus he told her that he would pick her up. Now if she thought it was unsafe they could always walk. He had no problems with doing whatever she wanted.

As he waited for her he texted Vinnie.

"I'm about to hang out with Lemon,but did you need anything because I'm not gonna be on my phone for awhile so I won't answer. I'm saying this out of respect since you're family. I still don't really know why you dont like her,but whatever. -Milo"

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[Elf_Ruler]

Tatum Browne

It was nice to be back in Anchor Bay, back home. Tatum had spent a couple weeks readjusting getting her bearings back and setting her new routine up. Her parents had made sure to keep anything that was considered a danger to her locked away, and really she couldn’t blame them. Really she didn’t remember most of what happened, she remembered darkness and waking up to the steady beep of monitors. The next thing she was in an in-center rehab facility away from home. It had been a hard transition but now she was home and ready to continue her journey to betterment. She didn’t necessarily tell anyone what happened, but she knew it could be assumed and now that she was getting help, it was harder to maintain the story that she was on vacation. Maybe her parents felt ashamed, but she did too.
RIght now, she was at the store looking for new makeup to buy, her eyes browsing through the lipsticks, her hands gliding over the shades and tubes. She had the money to afford it but as her fingers touched one of the tubes she held it for a moment before quietly slipping it into her pocket. One of the few habits she had trouble breaking and she couldn’t explain it. She was going to continue her browsing until she heard a voice clear from behind her. She spun quickly ready to talk herself out of what she had done. However, this male didn’t look like an employee, so she relaxed a little and crossed her arms at him, “Did you know it’s not nice to sneak up on a stranger?”
She didn’t like people sneaking up on her and she really didn’t have a lot of time because she still needed to get ready for her date with Ryker. She was elated to go out with him, but right now she had to deal with the person in front of her. The one that probably caught her in her thieving act, but she could convince him he had seen nothing. Plus, it wasn’t like people didn’t steal all the time so what did a little lipstick even mean? This guy wasn’t about to make her feel bad, because she didn’t like the judgement from others, if she was going to be judged it was best for it to be by her own brain and thoughts. So, she kept her eyes on the new guy, determining what his next step was going to be and what she would either say or do once he spoke.

Mention(s): purplecowdutch Interaction(s):

 

[Elf_Ruler]

Magnolia Moore

Things had been mostly quiet for Mags over the past month and a half but she had realized that she was more than a little worried. She had been tracking her cycle and for the first time in forever she was late. Not just a little late she had basically missed a cycle and now she was worried that she was going to miss a second and that could only mean one thing. Her and Clay had been a bit more intimate because he wanted a family and he had always had a romantic language of touch. But his antics always put a smile on her face and she had been smiling everyday since being with him again. Life had been perfect and though there had been rough patches she could never imagine life without Clayton. Right now, she was worried. Was she going to be able to be a good mom? She knew Clay would be ecstatic and her nerves had made her feel less than ideal. She sent a quick text to her employee Max, who was always willing to take shifts.

Of course once he agreed she realized she had taken and left a pregnancy test in the bathroom at the store. She wasn’t ready for everyone to know because what if all the tests were false positives? What if she happened to miscarry? She was nervous of the possibilities and she didn’t want her employees to know before she had a chance to tell her husband. She tried to stop Max from taking out the trash but the damage had been done and there was nothing she could do except update Clay about the possibility.

She had arrived at the bookstore to see Max had updated the display and was at the register. Mags didn’t know much, only a few words and sentences, Hi Max. How are things going? Mags had always tried to be accommodating for Max. She had made sure to have white boards, let him use his phone, and of course been spending some of her time learning how to communicate with him. She wanted him to feel like he had the resources he needed to do a good job and feel like he was a good employee.
She stood for a second and looked at him before grabbing a white board and marker, I need to get some stuff from my office. Is there anything you need to tell me before I grab my stuff and leave? Mags had known about the issues that had occurred in the bathroom so of course she had to implement rules. She hoped it hadn’t hurt business. But she always wanted to make sure Max had nothing to update, suggest, or complain about. He was a good kid and sometimes his ideas were helpful and sometimes they failed. But Mags loved trying out all of his ideas even though she had never told him that. She hoped he knew that she did in fact like him and thought he was a great employee.

Mention(s): Chimney Swift Interaction(s)

 

[Chimney Swift]

MOOD: nervous

OUTFIT: Flannel Boy is Back

LOCATION: A Likely Story

basics

MENTIONS:
Chance ALittleRedLie
Winona ALittleRedLie
Ryan purplecowdutch

INT:
Mags Elf_Ruler

tags

TL;DR
Max finds a pregnancy test in the trash and freaks out a bit

tl;dr

Max Berkowitz

We accept the love we think we deserve.

“You're not a burden, you're one of my best friends. I think I'd die if you were gone…”

Winona’s words were what carried Max through the last month of the hardest summer of his life.

The next morning after the boat regatta and his disastrous first meeting with his half-brother, Max woke up and found himself under the now-familiar covers of Chance’s bed.
Again?
Everything from the night before suddenly washed over him.
He and Chance never mentioned the incident again, though they still talked and supported each other as they tried to figure out their feelings about boys. The two of them never thought they’d be the ones to do this together, but after Max had gotten drunk and kissed Chance at that party…
And now here he was, reliving it all again.
God, why did he keep drinking?
Max kept telling himself he wasn’t the type to be drawn to alcohol. He saw what it did to his friends; he should know better. But he couldn’t bring himself to turn it down, knowing it was the only thing that numbed down his worries so completely that he could even dare to do something like kiss Chance Matthews.

He wouldn’t let it become a cycle, would he?

---

Over the following days, he hadn’t spoken much to Ryan, instead awkwardly avoiding the family conversations that arose around him. Though the two boys now shared the same living space, Max shied away from his half-brother for the most part.
It occurred to Max that this was the first time in his life that he’d had to share a bathroom with a sibling…
If Ryan ever touched his plants, though, Max was running away for good.
In all seriousness, his home had always been a sanctuary for him in that regard. He knew what to expect, and everything was easier with the people he’d grown up with his whole life. Even if school, work, and his social life all presented him with obstacles he had to push through, with his own family he could simply expect that his needs would be met. Things at the Berkowitz household worked a little differently. Ryan would have to get used to that, and probably pick up some ASL, or else the communication barrier would prove to be yet another frustrating wall between the brothers.

Today, though, Max wouldn’t be stuck at home with Ryan and his parents. He left early in the morning to go open up shop at A Likely Story, Anchor Bay’s locally-owned bookstore. Work was a relief to Max; a welcome distraction from the pestilential thoughts that wracked his mind.

The bookstore made him feel like there was at least one thing in his life he was doing right.

His other coworkers should be showing up any minute. He might as well go and take the trash out in the bathrooms before locking them up again, he thought, just to keep everything looking as nice as possible.
A small plastic object slipped out onto the floor. Max grabbed a paper towel to pick it up with, but as he went to put it back in the trash, he realized it was a pregnancy test.
Who brings those out to use in a public bathroom? And the bathroom had been locked for the past two weeks anyhow, after a scourge of debauchers had defiled the place and left an unsanitary scene for the bookstore crew to mop up.
So if it had been locked… who the hell came in here to take a pregnancy test?
Suddenly overtaken by curiosity, he flipped it over to read the result.
Positive.


And then, after taking the trash out and thoroughly washing his hands, his phone buzzed with a notification from his boss, Mags, asking him not to bother taking the trash out.
Well, it was a little late for that…



The owner of the store walked in a few minutes afterward to pick up a few things while Max busied himself with the register. “Hi, Mags!” Max already had a twinge of anxiety in his movements as he greeted his boss. He’d always liked her, both as an employer and as a person. He was grateful for the job– it wasn’t easy for a deaf teenager to find a place to work in a small town. Mags and the bookstore made it so that he could have the same job experiences that other kids his age got. Another way that Anchor Bay had embraced him, made him feel wanted and valued in the community.

He only hoped that he was going to be able to live up to the expectations.

Lately, he felt like he was always disappointing everyone.

Mags took a whiteboard and marker off the desk the register sat on, writing out a question for him:

“Is there anything you need to tell me before I grab my stuff and leave?”

This was it: Max needed to tell her about what he found, as weird and embarrassing as it was. He twiddled the whiteboard marker in his hands, nervously biting his lower lip. “I found a pregnancy test.” Even just writing the word 'pregnancy' made him flinch. After thinking for a moment, he scribbled a small plus sign in the corner to indicate the test was positive before adding “I think it might be one of ours. Everything was locked.” He looked up at her, worry crossing his features. The bookstore bathroom had become quite a haven for chaos…

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[Elf_Ruler]

Magnolia Moore

Mags had kind of hoped when she had written out her question Max would have nothing to say, but instead what he wrote out caused her heart to race. She read it, and it wasn’t like she hadn’t known, but she kept hoping. She looked at the boy and sighed I know, she signed to him. She knew all about the test. She hadn’t really wanted to tell her employees because she knew the horror stories of saying anything too early. She kept her face calm as she took the cap off her marker again. She thought about what exactly to write, It’s mine. She didn’t really want to explain any more to Max. It was her test and that was all he needed to know. She had been with Clayton for so long and a baby was expected to happen between two people happily in love. However, Max seemed stressed about the test and Mags wasn’t exactly great at comfort, It’s fine. I’m an adult. She even tried to give him a small smile.

While talking with Max she knew Clay was more than ecstatic which made her stresses melt away. But she was scared, and she couldn’t show that to Max. Her hands adjusted the books as she waited for Max to write his response. She knew he was one to sometimes respond without thinking, but she hoped him writing would help him process better and give him the time to correct anything he would say. She felt bad after all the bathroom chaos, and she wished she wouldn’t have forgotten about the test.

It was hard for her to imagine herself as a mom to have motherly instincts and run the store, she couldn’t put that stress on her employees, she couldn’t expect them to do that. This was just a job for them, and she didn’t want them to be overwhelmed with work. She wanted them to enjoy and love the store. The store had been her whole life and she may have basically lived there and handled all the finances since she was eighteen, but she would never burden anyone else with that. Every terrible scenario of losing her employees ran through her mind as she progressed in pregnancy. How was she going to handle shipments? The store couldn’t be run if she was actually pregnant and after six positive tests, she was more inclined to believe she was. She was inclined to believe that she wasn’t getting a false positive and that she was in for nine months. She knew she was going to have to find out soon, but she needed to make sure Max was okay. That he wasn’t freaking out. She couldn’t leave him if he started having a panic attack.

Mention(s): Chimney Swift Interaction(s)

 

[LowkeyLovingLoki]

MOOD: anxious lol

OUTFIT: top - pants - shoes

LOCATION: Likely Story bookstore

basics

MENTIONS:
ALittleRedLie (Hassim)


INT:
Chimney Swift (Max)
Elf_Ruler (Magnolia)

tags

TL;DR Artemis going to work

tl;dr

artemis mercier

i don't wanna be myself, it's making me so unwell

Artemis was shocked that he'd actually missed work while he'd been... away. He didn't like to say he'd been at rehab. He didn't see why anyone would need to know where he'd actually gone. He'd been away, and he was fine, and that was all that mattered. Of course, some people always wanted to know more. And a few of those some people were able to break through Artemis' defences and make him honest - namely Hassim.

Artemis' heart beat a little faster at the thought of Hassim. He was walking to the bookstore, eager for both his shift and for Hassim's scheduled visit. Although Artemis rarely allowed himself to be hopeful, this is one of those rare times. Hassim had only given signs that he liked Artemis, and he knew Artemis had feelings for him, and he didn't shy away from that. Still, Artemis wasn't quite sure what to expect. He'd never actually actively pursued something more than a one-night-stand with anybody before, and there were too many feelings involved on both ends for that to be all it would be with Hassim.

Of course, there was the issue of Artemis' best friend, Carson. She wasn't an issue, per se, but Artemis was extremely hesitant to do something that would hurt her feelings. She claimed that she didn't care if there was something between him and Hassim, but Artemis knew she was at least a little upset. He and Hassim hadn't done anything wrong, he knew that much, but that didn't mean that Carson wasn't allowed to feel a little hurt by the whole situation. Artemis really needed to properly talk to her instead of half-assed texting and awkward interactions.

As he stepped into the store, he saw Max - who he'd been texting moments before - and Magnolia at the register. "Hey, Mags," he greeted their boss, and signed hello to Max. Artemis didn't know much sign language, but he'd learned enough to be able to communicate with Max when he needed to. Artemis wandered into the backroom to place his stuff down, then grabbed a box of books that needed to be restocked, and got to work fitting them in their respective shelves.

code by valen t.

 

[purplecowdutch]

MOOD: excited, teasing

OUTFIT: a white shirt and a blue jeans, kicked off sneakers

LOCATION: At the store

basics

MENTIONS:
@Elf_Ruler
@Chimney Swift

INT:
@Elf_Ruler

tags

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Ryan miller

Ryan was just doing fine in his new home, his new parents were doing anything to make him feel nice. In a weird way, Ryan liked someone taking care of him but it had been so long that he was still getting used to it. Ryan noticed very quickly that he wasn’t the only one who was getting used to him being there, his little brother wasn’t really a fond of him either. They met in the bathroom a few times which definitely wasn’t the best place to talk, maybe Ryan had to learn how to close doors now and putting on pants to have breakfast. Since when was that a thing?

The cold morning breeze woke him up early today, he had been a little hangover after he hung out with some new friends he met here in Anchor Bay. Finding a job took some time as Mr. Berkowitz was happily paying for it all.
Until now it had all felt like he was the honorary guest in an airbnb which was nothing more than fantastic. It was another morning where he had gone to the kitchen table to be welcomed by toast and bacon.
Ryan had a hard time telling if Ms. Berkowitz agreed with him being here but for now, he couldn’t care less. He felt like a king here in Anchor Bay.

Though things have been great, he was looking for some company here. It had been too long and to be really honest, he never got over his ex back in Texas. It was a little lonely to start all over, which he would never admit at least.
Ryan decided to get some cigarettes as he burned through them faster than a chimney. He slammed the door behind him as he walked in a friendly pace towards the store, maybe swing by the bookstore later as he heard Max say something was going over there and it wouldn’t hurt to talk some with his genetic-sharing brother.

Deeply sunken in thoughts he stumbled through the store, his eyes buried under his cap.
As he strolled around the products, his eyes fell on the blonde putting the lipstick in her bag. Ryan stared unknowingly as a mischievous smile appeared on his face.
He mumbled something distinct as Ryan now stood directly behind her – by the way she spun around it was easy to tell she was guilty of the crime he had just seen her commit.
Her comment made him snort and he moved to the side, leaning against the side of the stall where all the make-up was sorted, his hands casually in his pocket.

‘Did you know it’s not nice to steal?’ Ryan answered, tactically much softer than he had snorted before. ‘So, what’s your plan? Are we telling somebody or. .’ He daringly snatched the lipstick from her bag, holding it up teasingly while he looked at the cashier. Ryan would never tell on the blonde girl or anyone else for that matter, secrets were meant to keep.
‘Don’t you think you should be more careful while doing it?’ Ryan added as he tried to open the lipstick before looking up at her again, his eyes still covered by the cap, giving him a false sense of anonymity. ‘Besides, if you’re going to grab any lipstick, you have to take the most expensive one,’ Ryan spoke with a grin, stuck on his face.

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[Elf_Ruler]

Tatum Browne

Tatum completely pulled her bag away as his hand reached in, he really had no boundaries, and she wasn’t sure how she felt about that. Her eyes rolled as he spoke, she knew what she was doing as her hand reached to snatch the lipstick back, “If I cared about price, it’d be different. I don’t. But if you’re so inclined, why don’t you take the most expensive.” Her eyebrows raised in challenge. She really didn’t have time to be playing a game that could get her caught by whoever was actually working at the store. This male was one that acted like he had the confidence he probably lacked but she also needed him to be the fall guy if they got caught shoplifting. He would have the expensive lipstick in his hand.

Though she wondered if she could get away with more, just for the thrill, “Though.” She paused reaching for one more color invading his personal space and slid the lipstick into the front pocket of his pants, “I’m pretty sure they’d blame you over me.” She stepped back to give herself the space she desperately enjoyed having, “I’m the pretty blonde, grown up in this town. You’re new.” It wasn’t that he wasn’t handsome, but her eyes had been set on Ryker. Not that she couldn’t at least tease this guy for a split second while she went back to smuggling the lipstick she had grabbed originally.

Of course, she knew Ryker was struggling with cat hair, but it wasn’t like it’d take her long to get to him once she finally ended her encounter with the stranger, “I’m Tatum. Now, new guy this is where you give me your name.” best to put a name to the guy whose pocket now held a lipstick that she knew would wind up either with her or some other girl in town. But she would try to get it back in her possession. The thrill of waiting to see if he would take the most expensive lipstick sat in her chest, she wanted to take it herself, but her challenge was set.

Mention(s): purplecowdutch Interaction(s):

 

[ALittleRedLie]

MOOD: conflicted; united; concerned; in love

OUTFIT Liv Nolan

LOCATION: Boat Regatta

basics

MENTIONS:

@me (Chance)(Regina)

r e i (Isa)

PenguinFox (Liz)

INT:

tags

TL;DR
Nolan and Olivia, fight for their family.

tl;dr

The Marriotts

I'll love you despite whatever crap life might throw our way

When Nolan married into the Matthews family he didn't think that he'd become so engrossed in what the family was. But now, as he and his wife strode hand in hand into the hospital, frantic to find their niece and Isa.

He had met Isa a few months before he married Liv, and the girl was wary of him at first, but obviously they had grown close. Close enough for the Marriott couple to decide on adopting her. The process had taken a few months and it was a bit hard to keep it a secret, but they had a court date and all they needed was Isa's consent. Nolan was a little worried that Isa wouldn't want to, Olivia was too but his wife wouldn't admit it. Alright, I'm gonna go ask someone for some help. Nolan places a quick kiss on the side of Liv's head before walking towards the nurse's desk.

However, Olivia's impatient. And she needed to see Isa now.

Liv sees the door leading back to the emergency department slowly close as a nurse exits. She slips through, looking side to side for anyone familiar. Ma'am you can't be back here! A nurse yells, and Olivia tries to to speed up. Ma'am! Ma'am!

Fortunately, Olivia's sister-in-law rounds the corner and is able to save the impulsive woman. Liv, what're you doing here?

Isa's been brought in, just trying to find her. Regina shoos off the other woman and takes her sister-in-law to find their family. It doesn't take long and soon Olivia is bursting in Isa's hospital room interrupting whatever was going on between Isa and Liz. I have never wanted to beat a child more in my life, Isa. What the actual hell? Despite her tone, worry paints Olivia's face and she rushed to gather Isa in her arms, kind of momentarily forgetting about Liz.

Olivia will always love Isa, and the young woman needed for the teenager to know that. Liv was willing to do anything to get her to understand that. She'd even hurry up on the process if adopting the girl if it meant that she wouldn't do this again and she'd never want to leave them. You are so impatient Isabella, you couldn't wait one more week!? Tears are practically rolling out of Liv's eyes as it settles on the designer that she almost lost a member of her family. Nolan then enters, not surprised that his wife had went looking without any help.

She gets it from you, baby. He remarks and the crying woman flips him off. Just tell her about the court date for the adoption, Nolie.


Isa had finally been adopted in the Matthews family. Granted she had always been part of their family, now it was just on paper. And it had been like that for more than a week. Liv could see that things were getting better for her adoptive daughter. And it was getting better for Nolan and Olivia too. They married couple had talked through their problems and found each other hanging around each other a lot more. However, Liv still felt like one wrong move could cause it all to tumble down.

Nolan would like to deny that he didn't feel that way too, but he knew the truth. Especially since they hadn't touched the topic of settling down in a while. Olivia was also still seeing Alistair and Nolan had found himself on a few dates with Eileen. All the couple knew was that it was a weird time in the Matthews-Marriott house, but they weren't willing to lose each other. Hence why Nolan had dragged his wife to find a gift for his mother's upcoming birthday. He thought it was an innocent way for them to spend the day, with no other person but themselves involved in their relationship. It also allowed for Isa to do whatever she wanted to do for Liz's birthday until the small gathering at the house later.

After spending too much time in Boston, Nolan had finally found an appropriate gift for his eccentric mother, and the two headed back home. Thought neither of them wanted to cut their day short, they wanted to spend however much time they could before Nolan had to go to work or until Olivia had another engagement. The two of them decide to stop at a dinner and spend however long they could. They loved each other, there was no denying that. Nolan and Liv walk hand in hand into the diner, Nolan kindly greeting the hostess. Table for two please.

code by valen t.

 

[Chimney Swift]

MOOD: nervous

OUTFIT: Flannel Boy is Back

LOCATION: A Likely Story

basics

MENTIONS:
Jo tamarapasek
Shiloh r e i
Alexei Qwertycakes

INT:
Mags Elf_Ruler
Artemis LowkeyLovingLoki

tags

TL;DR
Max finds a pregnancy test in the trash and freaks out a bit

tl;dr

Max Berkowitz

We accept the love we think we deserve.

Max’s eyes went blank looking at Mags’ whiteboard response, seeming to see it without processing the words.
“Yours...”
Max turned red and swallowed hard, nodding.
He was going to have a really awkward apology to make to his coworkers later. When he found the test, he may or may not have immediately gone and texted all of them a panicked screed about how he thought it was the people who gunked up the walls that left the test. The phrase ‘targeted attack’ may have escaped him at a certain point.
Max took his job at the bookstore very seriously… perhaps too seriously, and was known to get a little too worked up about it at times.
“Congratulations?” His raised eyebrows made the statement a question. His mind was racing a mile a minute trying to scrutinize his response from every angle.
What if this wasn’t a good thing for Mags?
He knew Mags was married, but was she really trying to start a family?
And wait…
Did that mean that it was HER who defiled the bathroom??? Her and her husband? Would she do that to her own store!?
No. No, that was stupid. He was overthinking this now.
Max had to take a deep breath and tell himself that it was weird to be thinking this hard about his boss’s sex life. It wasn’t his business. He was never supposed to see that test anyway.

His coworker Artemis walked in. Though Max was still flustered and shaky, he mustered a smile and waved back at him.
He had always liked Artemis. Artemis was quiet, and even though Max could never bring himself to say it out loud, he loved Artemis’ fashion sense. The cropped shirts, the platform shoes… all of it was just fascinating to Max. No one else he knew dressed like that.
Max wouldn’t ever wear something so eye-catching himself, though. He kept his uniform of flannel shirts and straight-cut jeans, rarely changing it up for anything else. It suited him, and he only got made fun of for his wardrobe occasionally. Max was far too timid and standoffish to use his appearance to draw any kind of attention.

Max stayed at the register, eyes flicking back and forth between Artemis, Mags, and the whiteboard that lay abandoned in front of him. He'd hardly been here for half an hour, and already this was shaping up to be a rough day. His other two coworkers, Jo and Shy, hadn't even arrived yet, and Max knew that along with Jo would come her suspicious boyfriend Alexei...

And that, plus the needling suspicion in the back of his head that Ryan was probably still in his room breaking his plants and pilfering his clothes, was enough to have Max yet again wishing he could just shrivel up and disappear right then and there.

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[ALittleRedLie]

MOOD: still heartbroken; determined; worried

OUTFIT

LOCATION: Anchor Bay Boat Elegance Dance Studio

basics

MENTIONS:
Qwertycakes (Dustin)

Dazzle (Noah)

r e i (Faith)

INT:
Chimney Swift (Oliver)

tags

TL;DR
dance, dance, dance

tl;dr

Winona Matthews

the scars you can't see are the hardest to heal

Winona decided that she couldn't mope around anymore. She might as well focus on the prominent dancing events that were coming up then keep thinking of Dustin. It still hurt especially when her ex boyfriend slid into her dms that same night. It was too much for her heart to handle hence why it seemed appropriate to drink. She felt bad for dragging Max into it, but in all honesty, he needed it too.

Because of what was going on with Isa, Winnie decided to keep to herself about how she was doing. I'm fine. Is what she'd say when someone had asked. But in reality she had buried herself in bed, the morning after with a raging hangover. Though the pain was prominent and abusive, it acted as some sort of comfort as she wasn't thinking about her ex boyfriend, either of them.

She'd barely leave her room for the first two days. She had called off of work having another dance teacher cover her few classes and had canceled some plans she had with Faith. She painted, sketched, even did a few dance moves in the small space of her room. Anything, anything to keep her distracted. But eventually, she couldn't let it take over her world. She was Winona Matthews. She was a dancer, an artist. Her work should be her true love, everyone else be damned. It motivated her enough to go back to teaching classes, back to training for the Nutcracker recital, and to continue working on her audition piece which was to be filmed early December.

It was freeing, but there'd be those moments. Those moments where she'd be off thinking about something that only made her miss Dustin more. Just like now. Winnie didn't hear Oliver come into the dance studio, the Corps de Ballet had packed onto the stage seemingly waiting on her as she had gotten the lead of Clara. She'd been undoing and redoing the ribbons of her left pointe shoe, not paying attention to her surroundings. She jumps at first when she finally notices his presence. Oh, hey Ollie. I–I didn't know you were there.

She finally ties the ribbon and stands, a soft smile on her face until she sees the scar on Oliver's face. Ollie, what happened? She hesitates, wordlessly asking for permission to touch him. He doesn't stop her from touching him, so Winnie settles his hand on his cheek, softly grazing the space next to the cut. You know you can tell me, right?

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[purplecowdutch]

MOOD: excited, teasing

OUTFIT: a white shirt and a blue jeans, kicked off sneakers

LOCATION: At the store

basics

MENTIONS:
@Elf_Ruler
@Chimney Swift

INT:
@Elf_Ruler

tags

TL;DR Sed fermentum tortor nulla, vel sodales nibh bibendum eu. Maecenas a lacus a libero blandit commodo. In lobortis aliquam urna, id tempor ex semper at

tl;dr

Ryan miller

The blonde haired girl snatched the lipstick away from him, her eyebrows raised. She challenged him to take the most expensive one. Ryan was speechless, he didn’t expect to get any answer like this one but before he could get a word in she slid the lipstick into his front pocket.

Ryan was now gazing at the girl, watching her talk her way out of this one. Though he first looked surprised there was now a big smile on his face. The girl stepped back, giving him some room to casually step forwards. ‘You underestimate me,’ he said as his eyes fell on the prices before taking the most expensive one he could grab. Ryan had no idea nor ever used make-up but he was planning to give it right back to her once they were outside.

‘I might be new but that doesn’t mean I can’t palm anyone around this finger of mine,’ Ryan spoke, holding his thumb up and twirling it around. ‘I’m Ryan,’ he answered her question, if you could even call it that. ‘You could call me new guy or the guy who just got you a free lipstick,’ Ryan added, lowering his voice when he spoke the last part.
To avoid suspicion he turned away from the make-up section and grinned at the blonde girl as he walked to the cashier, ‘need anything else ma’am?’ He now jokingly said as Ryan held his hands against his pocket which was now filled with lipstick. ‘New guy is at your service. So, can I get your number or is this our last trip together?’ His face might have turned a little red as he asked the girl out, under these tough looks he was afraid of the rejection she might throw his way.
Ryan did everything to hold up his mask though and instead gave her a big, confidence filled smile.

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[Chimney Swift]

MOOD: evasive

OUTFIT: Hiding

LOCATION: The dance studio.

basics

MENTIONS:


INT:
Winnie ALittleRedLie

tags

TL;DR Oliver shows up unexpectedly at Winnie's dance studio.

tl;dr

Oliver Dreyfuss

How lonely it is, to be drowning in a place where everyone can swim

“Ollie, what happened?”

Oliver made himself shrug. “...I just didn’t want to be at home.” He said matter-of-factly, slowing down to mitigate his stutter.
He didn’t realize at first that she was talking about the cut on his face. He’d half-forgotten about it until Winnie walked up to him, motioning to ask for permission to touch his face. He didn’t pull away from her, but went silent and stared off into space the whole time she was examining the scratch, stiff and motionless. When she was done, he took a small step back and ran the back of his hand over his cheek as if to wipe away the lingering sensation.

“You know you can tell me, right?”
“I had… I did… I can- if…” Oliver's answer never properly took shape. No matter how many times he stopped and started, stammering and foraging through every excuse he’d been taught for the words he was looking for, he couldn’t bring himself to answer her question. Winnie's words carried the same kindness and calm that they always did, but all he could think was that she was wrong. Not morally wrong, just... factually incorrect. Wrong.
He couldn’t tell her.
If he did, what then?
If CPS couldn’t do anything, how could Winona?

Two times when he was younger, someone from the government had come by his house to check on his family. Perhaps it was his school teachers who raised the concern, or perhaps it was his neighbors, but it hardly mattered. Nothing came of it. Both times, even after looking through the apartment and talking to all four of the Dreyfuss children, they would walk away having seen exactly what Oliver’s mother wanted them to see: a single mother struggling to make ends meet, and a son with cognitive delays and behavioral concerns that perfectly explained all the red flags, the bruises, the running away, the screaming late at night…
It all made sense. Eileen hardly even needed to lie when Oliver covered the act so perfectly all by himself. Even if he were to speak up, who would believe someone like him?
Besides, Oliver had done enough to tear his own family apart. He knew full well why he was being treated the way he was.

And he knew that as soon as he came home, he’d be in the same kind of trouble for running off again.

“Can I please just... just st-stay here for a minute??” He pleaded with Winnie, overcoming his spell of speechlessness. “Is that okay? I’ll b-... I’ll… I’ll be q-quiet. I promise.” He mentally prepared himself for the possibility that she would say no, and he wouldn't be offended if she did. After all, he didn’t mean to bother her, or interrupt her rehearsals. But if she’d let him hide out here for a few hours, then maybe by the time he got home his mother would be gone and he could just sneak back into his closet and stay quiet. That wouldn’t save him forever, but it would buy him a little while of recovery.

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[Elf_Ruler]

Tatum Browne

Tatum let her lips curve into a smile at Ryan, her eyes keeping their mischievous playfulness. She grabbed the pen from her bag and turned his hand over placing her digits in his palm, “I’d love to stay and continue playing, but I’ll leave the lipstick with you, so you have another chance to talk with me.” She gave him a quick wink before she walked off. She had plans with Ryker and she was impatient at this point. Stealing the lipstick had made her feel a bit spicy that she needed to find a way to feel better. She was struggling to keep herself together as she drove. Her mind going to all the worst places of what her and Ryker could do once she got to his place. Sure, she could have waited until after dinner, but her needs outweighed her patience, and she didn’t want to wait. She wanted him; she had wanted him for so long, so she was tired of waiting.

Once she parked her car at his house, she was quick to enter his house. She stood in the doorway for a second taking in his place, she really didn’t know what to think. He had said to go to his room, and he would be waiting for her, but she looked at his place. She looked at what was right in front of her and in the far away she could hear a cat, must be Wendy and she couldn’t help but giggle.

She took her shoes off and made her way to his room. She twisted the knob on the door and in front of her lay Ryker. He was ready for her, and her eyes landed right on him and the smile on her face grew, “I see you’re ready. So, are you going to come to me?” she teased him. She decided to stand in the doorway and see what his next move would be. But she wanted to take in how he looked. It had felt like so long since she had seen him. She had missed him, and she wished they had stayed close through high school. She had wished she had never let drugs and alcohol win her over. Things could have been different for both of them, maybe. He was broken, but she was too and somehow being in this room with him she already felt more whole. He had always been her one, she hoped he thought the same of her.

Her body still against the post, “You look better than me right now. I’m thinking you could change that though. Here’s my contraband” She pulled the lipstick out from behind her back, “It could look good on you.” Her words held danger and lust. From her position his eyes held the same as hers. A want a need.

Mention(s): purplecowdutch Interaction(s): OdinsTwoWolves

 

[OdinsTwoWolves]

MOOD: Drowning in a sea of lust

OUTFIT:

LOCATION: Ryker's Apartment

basics

MENTIONS: Elf_Ruler


INT: Elf_Ruler

tags

TL;DR Back together again, what chaos could these two cause

tl;dr

Ryker Thompson

"Why come up for air when drowning feels this good?"

He listened, waited even when every muscle in his body went tight as he heard the front door’s knob turn to open; the soft click when it closed was loud, but not loud enough to drown out the fast heart beats that made him go deaf. In between the ricocheting heartbeats and quiet bated breaths Ryker took, there was a soft angry meowing coming from the little office in the second bedroom where he had shooed Wendy into. Ryker knew the routine though, she would be mad for a little bit then go take a nap, and when he would go get her out of the space, there would be a little piece of rotisserie chicken as an offering to appease her Majesty.

Then there she was, in all her golden goddess glory, standing before him with that wicked, naughty grin on her lips. The cat really got his tongue, tied all up in every knot that could ever exist, and Ryker found himself lost for words so he let her do all the talking so he could relish in how sweet her voice sounded. “Tatum Browne…” Fuck, that name sounded good on his lips, it sent a pulsating shock through him as he rolled up from the bed in one swift movement then crossed the room so he could stand right in front of her. “Hmmm…” His head cocked like a curious puppy to the side, his blue eyes deepened like the depths of the ocean with his back turned to the sunshine slanting through the windows. “You’re shorter than I remember…” Ryker’s words were a whispered purr, all heat and desire, his head tipped forward to brush against her ear, “You shouldn’t have got me going like this baby girl, I hope you’re ready for this ride.” If there was a protest about his short comment, it was lost in the kiss that came, Ryker was melted and smitten, too far gone to even try to claw his way to the surface.




“I don’t even know what time it is…” Ryker’s eyes were half closed and he was on his back, one arm was coiled protectively around Tatum’s shoulders where she was nestled into his side and his other arm just rested against his stomach. The shadows were deeper in the room, stretching farther and farther across the tangled mess of bodies and blankets, the sky outside was turning purple as the evening shifted towards the night. “You’re absolutely wonderful, how come we didn’t do this back in high school?” The stupid playful grin came creeping back, it filtered into his eyes and made them gleam mischievously. “Also,” Ryker’s head lifted a little off the pillow to look down at her, “Can we still get dinner? You made me fucking starving Tate.”

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[Elf_Ruler]

Magnolia Moore

Mags had watched as Max processed through his emotions and offered her a confused congratulations. She watched as Artemis walked in and waved to him as he went to take care of his duties. Before she could even begin to turn her attention back to Max, she felt two arms spin her around and wrap her into them. Instantly she knew it was Clayton and her troubles melted away. She wasn’t one for PDA but as Clay grabbed her face to kiss her, she couldn’t help but smile a little, “Not here.” She pushed him back a little and turned back to Max, need to get my work. I’ll be back tomorrow. She really had been learning a lot of signs for the boy and was taking some classes in her free time. It was a long process, but he deserved a boss that could communicate with him.

She quickly grabbed her items from her office and was quickly wrapped back up in Clay once outside. He had spun her around in joy and even though she was nervous he had seemed to calm her nerves. They would be having a baby, or at least she was 90% confident they were having one. She would have to officially announce it at some point to her employees. She would have to keep them in the loop for when she had to take her leave. For now she was going to enjoy time with her husband and let him talk about all his thoughts for the baby. His happiness was all she wanted.

So, she waved once more outside of the store to Max before entering the opened car door. She worried for Max and kept her eyes on him as Clay shut the passenger door and made his way to the driver’s side. The engine was going and soon the store was out of her vision. She really hoped he would be ok today. She hoped if he wasn’t someone would call her.

Mention(s): Chimney Swift Interaction(s)

 

[Elf_Ruler]

Logan Barlowe

Two weeks and Logan and Drew had finally seemed to be in a better place. She and him had seemed to reconcile their romance and she spent her free time with him. Sometimes reading, sometimes cooking, but sometimes they spent time in silence. It wasn’t perfect but they were on the path to healing. She had gone out with Wallace, and she had made sure to explain to Drew that Wallace was an elderly man who had lost his wife a couple years back and she just wanted him to have a good day full of fun. At first Drew had seemed hesitant until Lo had taken a selfie of the two of them proving that Wallace really was an old man and was of no threat to Drew’s relationship with Lo.

On this day Lo had started a new job as a hostess and waitress in a small diner just outside Anchor Bay, and for the most part it had been going well. It had a steady stream of customers, mostly regulars but she could handle the workload at this place. Plus, it was nice to get away from Anchor Bay and the drama that always seemed to loom over the small town. Today she thought would be no different, but she was wrong. It was different when she heard the little bell chime and her eyes caught sight of two somewhat familiar faces of Anchor Bay. “Table for two” the man had said, and Logan smiled at them. She grabbed a set of silverware and two menus, “Of course. Welcome! What brings the two of you here today? We don’t usually get new faces."

As she showed them to their booth she looked between them, how could a woman like that want to be with Alistair? It wasn’t that Lo even wanted Al she just didn’t like how Al had made her out to be this awful person when he was with a woman who was married. It ate at her inside, caused her to feel anger at both Liv and Alistair. “My name is Logan I’ll be taking care of you. I’ll bring you some waters and come back for your drink order.” Her smile was fake, and she kept it plastered until she turned away from the couple. She couldn’t believe of all the people she had to be nice to it was Alistair’s girlfriend.

As she grabbed the cups of water, she looked at her cook, “It’s going to be a long day.” And the man only grunted back. He was good at his job, but he wasn’t a talker. She approached the couple waters in hand, “Have you decided on what to drink? Can I start you off with an appetizer?” Her notepad was in hand as she looked at them. She could only hope that they didn’t recognize her like she did them.

Mention(s): Interaction(s): ALittleRedLie

 

[Elf_Ruler]

Tatum Browne

Tatum was curled against Ryker her body tired but so happy from the time she had just spent with Ryker. Sure, it probably should have happened after their date, but she had seen no issue in seducing him prior to their date. As he spoke, she looked up at him, her hormones running wild all she wanted was him and she didn’t want to leave the bed. She wanted to stay curled up with him, “You never gave me the time during high school.” Her face lifted to meet his, “I would have said yes to you.” She guided his face to hers pressing her lips to his, “You are too good to not want, and you used those cherry tying skills to use.”

As Ryker mentioned food, she could feel his stomach rumble and she couldn’t help but laugh, “You did do a lot of work.” She teased. She still hadn’t quite moved to get up to get food, instead she chose to lay against Ryker listening to his heart letting her manicured nail trace patterns against his chest, she didn’t want another round, she just wanted to stay cuddled with him, stay in this after moment where everything was peaceful where she could pretend, he really was hers. Pretend that he would fall in love with her, and she knew she would fall in love with him. He had always been great to her, treated her as more than she was worth, and she had never been able to treat herself the way he treated her. So, she wanted to stay in her fairytale for a bit longer. Because once the date was over, she couldn’t expect anything more from him.

Eventually Tatum untangled herself from the man of her dreams and went looking around for her lost clothing. Her makeup and hair were disheveled, so she had to take a moment to fix herself up to make herself presentable to go out. Once she and Ryker were dressed again, she made her way to him, arms snaking around his neck, “I guess after all of that I should wine and dine you properly.” As she leaned in, she could hear the cat yowl again and it caused her to laugh and break away from Ryker. “Alright, fancy pants let’s get you some food.”



The drive to the restaurant wasn’t long and Tatum had linked her hand with Ryker’s while driving, she could believe for one moment that this was a real relationship. Even upon entering the fancy restaurant Tatum hand moved to be as close to Ryker, her hand still in his, “Two.” She motioned to the host. Tatum was well known at the restaurant due to her father always dining there so getting a table was seamless even though they had missed their original reservation. She wouldn’t change anything. As long as she was with Ryker her date was going to be perfect.

Mention(s): Interaction(s): OdinsTwoWolves

 

[Dazzle]

MOOD: She's at Work...

OUTFIT: black teeshirt, black jeans, black apron

LOCATION: The Bar

basics

MENTIONS:

lion.

INT:
ALittleRedLie

tags

TL;DR

tl;dr

Harper Anderson

ever feel like you have the best intentions, but just keep making one mistake after another.

It had been about two weeks since the Boat Regatta, though Harper had seen Max since the whole fiasco, she still felt bad that she had gone home with Zach that night.

Zach's family now knew she was his girlfriend. Harper wasn't too surprised that Rose had figured it out, she had always been the smart sibling. And Zach was a terrible liar.

Dr. Lee had taken it well, he seemed rather excited for Zach. Saying that Harper was a good influence on the blonde surfer boy. It felt different not having to sneak around Zach's house, pretending to just be friends.

It felt... Good.

On Harper's way out the door that morning to head to work. One of the last few lunches she would be working before going back to school. She had been saving a lot more this summer. Realizing that she would need a decent amount of savings if she was to decide to go to college.

Though she had been budgeting and saving ever since her mom had passed away, it was proving to be much harder to do with the idea of adding a college tuition bill to her plate. Hayden wasn't much far behind her either. What if he didn't get a scholarship for foot ball or lacrosse? How was she supposed to support both of them?

How was she supposed to support both of them now as it was? She wasn't going to be able to work as much when the school year start. And-

Harper's worry slipped from her mind as she looked up to see Zach's car in her driveway. "What are you doing here? You have tryouts? I have work?"

"Figured you could use a ride." Zach smirked as he pushed off the side of his car, walking over to her. He gently pressed his lips to hers, before wrapping an arm around her shoulder leading her over to the passenger side door.

"You really didn't have to do this. I was going to drive myself." Harper rested her head against Zach's shoulder. She had forgotten about her fear of others finding out, not that they would see them together here.

----​

Their drive was short, Harper herself didn't live far from her job, which helped when she couldn't drive. Old Man Wallace had been so kind to give her the job at such a young age, starting with bussing and slowly making the way up to serving. And Jonah had hinted at her learning how to bartend next summer. She was really excited to get behind the bar, and start to make some real money. She just had to wait until she was 18.

Harper opened the door of Zach's car, turning around to thank him for the ride before she hopped out. Before her hand could touch the front door of the restaurant, Zach had spun her around rather abruptly. "Zach?! What are you doing?" Harper screeched ever so slightly, she wasn't scared, just caught off guard. Physically aware of how close Zach was to her at that moment. She could feel how heavy her breath had gotten.

"I think I could use a better 'thank you', than that." Zach said, rolling his eyes with a smirk that brought all of Harper's attention to his lips.

"Zach I'm at work." Though Harper didn't move out from under him, her eyes moving between his eyes and his lips. Biting the corner of her own.

Harper had lost all sense of control, she looked over her shoulder in either direction. Making sure no one was around to see her, pressing her lips quickly to his own, before turning around and slipping into the restaurant. Peaking her head out to wish him luck at tryouts once more, and shoving him playfully in the shoulder. "You have to go." She laughed as she watched Zach return to his car. Only to turn around to find Jonah waiting for her.

The color washed from her face, no one had seen her and Zach together yet. At least no one that she knew or was close with... Though everyone knew Zach.

She really wasn't ready to hear what Jonah had to say.

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[Dazzle]

MOOD: Excited to be a dad

OUTFIT: light blue button down, tie and black pants

LOCATION: A Likely Story

basics

MENTIONS:


INT:
Elf_Ruler (Mags)

tags

TL;DR Sed fermentum tortor nulla, vel sodales nibh bibendum eu. Maecenas a lacus a libero blandit commodo. In lobortis aliquam urna, id tempor ex semper at

tl;dr

Clayton Moore

Whatever our souls are made of, hers and mine are the same

Clayton couldn't stop himself from running into the bookstore that his beautiful wife owned. The idea that she could be carrying their first kid excited him, and when she broke that news that she could possibly be pregnant. There was no chance he would be able to stay at work after that.

As his feet collided with the floor he finally reached the beautiful brunette that he was so lucky to call his wife. Wrapping her up in his arms, he spun them around in circles. Stopping only to meet her big brown eyes, his smile was so wide, his face was starting to hurt. Though he didn't care.

Pressing his lips to his wife's, traveling his lips across ever inch of her face, before she could pull away. Being reminded that Mags was not one for PDA. Mag's waved good bye to her employees as the two of them made their way to the door. Clayton kissed Mag's once more on the temple as he opened the door for her, releasing her from his own grasp to let her walk through. "I'm so happy." He whispered against her skin.

"Now don't be mad." He said as they reached his car, opening the passenger door of it for his wife. "I may have bought more than a teddy bear..." Clayton said as he closed the door behind his wife.

Clayton had gone a little crazy at the baby store, there had only been about thirty minutes between him being told and him arriving at A Likely Story, and yet the inside of his little four door car looked as though he had bought out the entire store. "It was before you told me not to..." Clayton shrugged his shoulders as he looked over at the fully packed back seats of his car, which did include a teddy bear. "Though if you hate it, we can go return it right now."

"I'm just so excited Magnolia." His smile was genuine, everything had finally been coming together for them, a beautiful home, jobs that they loved, and now a baby on the way. It was everything they had ever dreamed of.

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[lion.]

Given Up.

“No?! What the fuck Yohan? Fuck.”

“Don’t say it,” he soft-spokenly said, talking over her because he didn’t want her to tell him to move on, “Please don’t, Danielle.”

And, it bothered him that even now, it didn’t make a blind bit of a difference.

If she had wanted to curse him out, he would’ve still let her call him every demeaning insult. If she wanted to yell, he would’ve let her split his ears. And, if any time later she wanted to change her mind, he would’ve lied to himself that this moment never hurt because when she needed him, he knew he’d give her the way in.

The beach.

It was so tellingly hot here. He worked free his tie, and lost his blazer from his imposing shoulders.

It was the place where he had forgotten how incredibly hot it was, he thought as he dumped back in the sand. After, he was laughing like it was normal for him, wondering if the ocean had eyes that wrinkled when it laughed too or if it was always this windy that his straight nose went numb. One tear leaked for an abstruse reason and his phone screen lit up more glaringly than the accompanying dock lights.

He wasn’t drunk. He wasn’t high.

He just felt alive.

“I don’t think we’re not done with music theory at all,” he told Dee breathing heavy, later in the night even after his body was fogged up against hers and an echo of their musical parts like open wounds and open scars yarned together like the silk sheets they deluged upon. His hands intertwined tightly against hers, as he keened back onto her.

You don’t love.

That’s what Carson had told him, and that’s what coursed through him as he peeled the mangoes and soaked flavor into the saviardi. His professor once explained to him that for any dessert, a chef needed to make it with love. Dessert, as he had put it, relied on flavors to be mended and retouched…

Diana’s mouth on the crook of his.

And, a chef’s love needed to know whether the recipe called for heat or coldness to rise and fall.

Carson’s hands running up his back, and his running down her hip.

“Mangomisu,” he told Ms.Mildred at the door the next morning, keeping the conversation short, “For Carson and you.”

His house felt emptier. The house made its ticks, the faint sound of the air conditioning kicking in. Usually, the kids came over and the counter was filled with loudness. Now, there was nothing to bake or cook, no one left to cook for, and he felt less hungry.

But, by the time he had looked down at the ground, there was an orange cat curling up on his house slippers, looking up at him with a tilted head.

It seemed to say: Hey!

Scooping up the cat with a small smile, he had sunk down on the couch and hoped that he didn’t wake up from the nightmares. He was better in the lieu of sleep than staying awake in real life.

“Celeria Calma.”

It had been a while since he had used his voice. The muscle in his neck pulled at the realization.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you officially,” He added with a privy afterthought that was less bleak, “Cat bandit.”

Standing crossway in the doorframe, his eyes took a vantage of his guest. An umbra of wetness gamped to her, but for someone so messy, she argued for him on the contrary. Her hair black chords contoured to her face, but it conditioned him to zero into the undeterred fortitude in her darker, circling pupils. The moisture contrived out her thin and supply curves in transparency, but gave away that she would have returned his cat in any situation.

“Seems like you have a streak of bad luck. Did it just decide to rain on you?” his ambrosia-quiet vocals sounded eventually, smiling out of the side of his mouth, “It is perfectly sunny outside though.”

“You can set the carrier down and let Baloo out. I know she wants to stretch,” he opined from a spatial distance from her.

It must’ve felt wrong for her to put his cat before her, who had gotten soaked and grimed on. While she had gone to unhook the latch for the carrier, he had gone into the hallway and had come back with a towel.

Celeria was still crouched on the ground, when he saw Baloo retract into a long arch over the wooden floor. He draped the towel over her shoulders.

“If you catch a cold,” he said abruptly, “You won’t be able to taste real fine dining. Come.”

He wasn’t sure how someone trusted him so easily, but a minute later she walked into his back when he went to turn around. His house was like a rare bird; the hallways sang with creaked aged flooring, and his room walls were page-colored, but there were accents of colors throughout like teal incense stands and maroon paintings.

The cabinets of his closet fell open with a click.

“You can pick out whatever you want from the closet since you are going to be a fashion designer in the near future,” Yohan explained.

He hated other people touching him and other things like his clothes. The showers were becoming hour-long, his skin waterlogged every night. But, he decided that he’d have all his clothes dry-cleaned again if need be.

“I should support you. I think there’s never a dream or an art that’s too small. Ani, I’m not supporting you. I’m investing in you,” he said as he turned out of the hallway, “Go change and-”

“Thank you for bringing Baloo home.”

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location: own house

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Niila.

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DIsappointed > relieved

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His host family’s place

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Arthur

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.Curious.Nat.

”Okay, all fixed!”

Niila mumbled to himself after fixing the broken strings of his guitar. He had promised to teach Arthur some guitar today - the only problem was the fact he hadn’t played for months and his skills started to get rusty. Niila didn’t want to embarrass himself in front of the girl he liked. It would be so bad if he wasn’t able to play guitar properly after vaunting he could play guitar to Arthur.

So to ensure that wouldn’t happen, Niila had woken up early this morning and spent hours and hours practising guitar. However his thoughts were somewhere else, on Arthur and how much he wanted to tell his true feelings to her, that he played little too enthusiastically and managed to break not one but two guitar strings. Luckily he had packed some extra ones with him.

Niila already knew that playing guitar in front of Arthur would make him nervous, but since he had practised for so long, he was feeling more confident about himself and his skill. Besides playing guitar or more so teaching it to Arthur would be a good excuse to get close to her. Niila couldn’t wait to meet Arthur again. It was probably dumb but he was already missing her. Speaking of the girl.. Niila felt a buzz in his pocket.

It was his phone, Arthur had messaged him! Niila opened the message in excitement but soon his excited smile changed into a frown. Something had come up and Arthur suggested if they could do a rain check. ’Okay, that works’ Niila simply answered the message. If he said he wasn’t disappointed, he would be lying.

Around forty minutes passed and Niila felt another buzz in his pocket. Another message? It was from Arthur again, she was asking Niila to open the door. Wait… what about the rain check? Didn’t Arthur say something came up and they couldn’t meet? Niila took a peek from the window and there Arthur was, waiting for him to open the front door. The big excited smile was once again on the boy’s face.

It was almost hilarious just how happy Arthur made him. Niila couldn’t stop smiling, he was so happy Arthur was there. Niila really needed to go open the door but at first he needed to calm himself down. He didn’t want the girl to view him as someone weird. After a couple minutes calming down, Niila went and opened the door.

“Why are you here?” Niila blurred out and he was ready to punch himself. Ugh.. why did he have to be so awkward in social situations? No ‘hi’ or no ‘nice to see you’ just a simple, rude question. Really? What he was even thinking. Niila didn’t want Arthur to think he didn’t want to see her. He needed to fix this mistake as soon as possible.

“I mean.. I’m glad you’re there, but didn’t you say something came up?” He had a small friendly smile curled up on his lips. Niila hoped that sentence was enough to fix his mistake. He had been so focused on his struggle at normal human interaction that he hadn’t paid that much attention to Arthur, which was super silly since the girl was in front of him.

Only now Niila noticed that she had something on her hands. “What are those? Are those for me?” He had a curious tone in his voice. Oh no. Now he has done it. Niila had tried his best to act normal yet friendly but now he had done it: he was smiling wide like a big idiot and Arthur would for sure think he was being weird.

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location: Niila's

Arthur says. . . .

Arthur had heard the door open and instantly looked up at a face that could kill her in a matter of seconds, Niila's face that is. The first thing that came out of his mouth made her smile grow very wide. She even ended up giggling. "I know I know..." she started to say. "I just..wanted to do something nice for you. It didn't really feel great to lie to you about it,but I figured this could be an exception?" She said raising her eyebrow. Thats when he noticed all the goodies in her hands.

God his smile is so infectious, I think my cheeks are already getting pink. Okay okay- dont stare at him or you'll get lost in thought and he'll think you're weird as hell.

Arthur practically bounced a little at her giddiness. "Well not everything is for you silly! But..well these are for you. I know you don't really like a lot of sweet things so hopefully it's okay. I-if not then tell me and I'll try again" she said handing him his treats and boba. She felt haply that she could at least do something for him.

"Now that I'm here though does that mean you're still teaching me guitar?? Because I've been excited, almost too excited to sleep" she said as Niila left some room for her to enter the house. She wouldn't go wander without him so she waited for him to take the lead to his room.

To be honest the only reason why I couldn't sleep is because I'd be really close to you today and I was making up scenarios in my head that definitely had nothing to do with death and more of the opposite...but I can't think of that right now! I have to be good and not try to rush anything- rush anything?? The fuck am I talking about. He doesn't like me that way dummy, wake up and smell the oranges it's called being a good friend..unfortunately my curse ughh- let me just pay attention so I don't trip on my own feet and spill my boba.











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