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[thefvrious]

elisha's eyes grow wide when the other man asks him if he thinks he's hurting elisha unintentionally. "oh, shit. no, that's not what i meant. like, at all." he says, and he's fumbling to try and fix it. he shouldn't have spoken without context, it made things confusing for everyone involved. "it's more like i'm afraid of that potentially happening. i've been burned, badly, really badly, in the past... i'm just... it's been a while. i haven't done this in a while. i just need some patience... some grace." his eyes are pleading with the other man.

[7mplications]

at first , elias does feel some offense - like his feelings are genuinely hurt , but he tries to not show it , considering that he's scared of being completely vulnerable with people . however , a small yet doubtful sound leaves his lips , wondering if he should believe the other . " kinda sounds like you meant it that way , " incredulity painted in his tone of voice , his brows raised upward as he's trying to navigate things , internally . conflicting feelings - nonetheless , he's managing to suck in a breath , nodding his head slowly as he's listening to more of what elisha has to say . " some grace , i can do that . whatever you want . "

[vienamoi]

❛     then  i  would  say  you  need  a  better  hobby.     didn't  your  mother  teach  you  not  to  chase  boys  who  don't  like  you  ?   ❜         he  snorts  quietly  as  he  leans  forward  ,  elbows  resting  on  knees.         ❛    it  must  kill  you  to  know  you  couldn't  beat  me  if  you  tried.      nor  could  you  have  me.  is  that  what  keeps  you  awake  at  night  ,  armand  ?      considering  it  is  most  certainly  not  your  conscience.    ❜

[7mplications]

" what good would that do me , hm ? considering that hate sex seems to be fulfilling , at least from what i've heard . " simple words admit such things , but armand keeps his calm - contented , not wanting to react : although , internally , he'd done some overreaction , in a sense . sucking in a quickened breath - he's chuckling softly , scoffing some . " would you be willing to wager that in a bet , lestat ? unless , you're truly too cowardly to do so . as for wanting you , that is what my dreams are for . "

[tamagotchus]

he  tended  to  beat  around  the  bush  when  it  came  to  being  honest  about  his  emotions.  it  was  easier  with  them,  and  he  found  that  fact  hard  to  ignore.  lines  had  already  been  crossed  merely  with  the  conversation;  there  was  no  point  in  holding  back.  it  was  no  secret  that  they  were  right  from  the  beginning–  they  would  be  better  than  his  girlfriend,  it  was  cheating,  and  most  of  all,  he  wanted  rowan.  he  matched  their  laugh,  a  shrug  of  his  shoulder  following.  “is  it  so  bad  i  wanted  to  hear  it  with  my  own  ears?”  his  tone  was  casual,  the  complete  opposite  to  the  conversation  they  were  having.  “i  want  you  too,  rowan,  it's  not  like  it's  hard  to  tell.”  he  searched  their  face,  settling  on  their  eyes  before  his  own  lingered  too  long  on  their  lips.  “your  timing  is  impeccable,  you  know  that?”  logan  knew  timing  was  no  one's  fault,  he  just  needed  to  think  of  a  way  around  it.  ”we  just  have  to  be  careful  for  awhile,  but  i  don't  want  to  miss  out  on  us."  the  confession  was  like  a  weight  lifted  off  of  his  shoulders,  even  if  there  was  a  bigger  weight  to  bare  in  the  future  from  it. 

[7mplications]

if rowan had a conscience , they'd feel bad about it all : but here's the thing , they really don't , which seems completely fucked on their end , though , it's not like they care . & sure , it seems messed up to speak their mind , nonetheless - why wouldn't they ? if anything , rowan relies on honesty , even if it does put a relationship at risk . but , deep down , rowan knows that he feels the same way , in fact . & yes , this entire conversation expresses their interest in him , something they've held off on long enough , wanting to spare his girlfriend's feelings - however , rowan can't .. hide the way that they feel around him , why would they ? he's made them feel everything - all good things , of course . there's a sigh leaving their lips , almost heavenly in his presence , chewing down on their lower lip as they're thinking about the many possibilities of them ruining their friendship without taking into mere consideration of other people's emotions . " i mean , if you already know , logan , why should i bother telling you ? " prying at his feelings , a softened laugh leaving their lips , enjoying the fact that it was just them two , having this conversation on this very topic that seemed utterly taboo , in the sense of friends . " you want me too , " remarking back as if they were surprised , though , not entirely : their cheeks are heated up with warmth , coloring their skin into a reddened shade , completely calm about his admission . " well , i'm always timing things right , logan . don't you know that ? " hues flickering onto his face , searching - then finding his lips , keeping their eyes centered right onto it before saying more , however , settled in deep contemplation as he speaks . " because of your girlfriend , " leaning in - testing him , wondering what he wants to do , seeing how the opportunity is presented in front of him . " you act like i care about her feelings , but .. i don't . "

[st4nheight]

her   eyes   softened,   and   she   leaned   into   the   other   woman   as   though   she   was   the   safe   tide   after   an   unruly   week   at   sea.   natalia   always   had   this   effect,   it   was   why   bonnie   adored   her   quite   so   much.   she   was   intelligent,   the   type   of   person   to   waste   afternoons   in   deep   conversation,   but   could   also   pull   her   out   of   the   mud   when   she   sunk   too   far.   “i   would   love   nothing   more   than   a   lunch   date   with   you.   our   relationship   can’t   always   be   top - secret   envelopes   and   red   tape,   can   it ? ”   circling   the   table,   she   found   herself   toe - to - toe   with   the   other.   their   noses   brushed,   and   bonnie   tilted   her   head   to   ghost   her   lips   against   the   other’s.   “maybe   it’ll   do   me   good   to   have   a   clear   head,   to   step   away   from   all   of   this   and   think   somewhere   that   isn’t   so   enclosed.   it   worked   for   sherlock   holmes,”   and   although   he   was   old,   crusty,   white   and   very   much   fictional,   maybe   the   detective   was   onto   something. 

[7mplications]

if there was one thing that natalia liked more than anything , it was her relationship with bonnie , it was the way that she felt understood in the woman's presence because it was so calming , it felt better than being at work , stressed out of her entire life - wishing that she hadn't taken up this position , but here she is . it was the way that her & bonnie had a deeper connection , outside of their place of work & their needs for justice , in a way : she truly felt seen by bonnie , that's the real thought that matters . " as much as it sounds exciting enough , i don't think we can just survive off working & reading off manila envelopes to each other , now can we ? there has to be some romance in a relationship to make it work , right ? " words are inquisitive , soon feeling bonnie's nose touch her own , lips brushing against hers , a chill running down her spine as she's chuckling softly , knowing that the other's teasing her . " where would you like to get lunch at ? my treat , of course . " she lets out , a lithe chuckle slipping from her lips , merely excited to spend time with bonnie .

[lullabyhrt]

gabe  doesn't  miss  the  way  avani’s  knee  lingers  against  his  .  it's  a  small  movement  ,  but  in  the  language  of  bar-stool  chemistry  ,  it’s  a  loud  invitation  .  he's  spent  enough  nights  in  places  like  this  to  know  when  the  'performance'  is  starting  to  bleed  into  something  a  little  more  interesting  .  " a  gavel  ,  huh  ?? "  gabe  chuckles  ,  the  sound  low  and  vibrating  in  his  chest  .  he  leans  in  closer  ,  lips  mere  inches  from  her  ear  as  he  follows  her  lead  .  " kinky.  got  that 'don’t  mess  with  me  or  i  might  ruin  your  life' vibe  .  which  is  dangerously  hot  ,  nurse  . "  it  comes  as  no  surprise  that  they've  reached  this  point  in  their  performance  without  even  introducing  their  names  .  it's  part  of  the  fun  ,  he  supposes  .  if  they're  doing  performance  art  ,  they  might  as  well  go  for  the  oscar. her  dreamy  sigh  ??  really  sells  it  .  if  he  didn't  know  any  better  ,  he'd  believe  she  was  really  falling  for  his  charm  .  but  a  genuine  jolt  of  surprise  at  the  "looking  at  someone's  bones"  line  has  gabe  bitting  the  inside  of  his  cheek  to  keep  from  breaking  character  .  while  it  could  be  giving  a  little  dexter  ,  you  can  practically  feel  the  bartender’s  skepticism  melting  into  that  slightly  disturbed  ,  'okay-you-two-are-definitely-weird-enough-to-be-soulmates'  kind  of  acceptance  .  thumb  traces  a  slow  ,  absentminded  circles  on  her  shoulder  as  if  it’s  a  habit  he’s  had  for  years.  "  most  girls  want  flowers  ,  but  my  girl  wants  a  copy  of  my  humerus  to  keep  on  her  nightstand  .  romantic  ,  don't  you  think  ??  " before  there's  any  chance  for  the  bartender  to  answer  ,  or  to  profess  any  doubt  toward  their  weird  ,  but  oddly  romantic  love  story  ,  gabe  puts  in  their  order  .  "  let's  do  two  of  the  strongest  things  you’ve  got  on  that  couple's  menu  .  something  pink  ,  something  deadly  .  dealer's  choice  .  sound  good  ,  babe  ??  "

[7mplications]

the thing about the performance is that she doesn't dare break character , it's like something truly activated in her once they agreed on their love story for the ages - one would say , in fact . if there's one thing that she aims on doing , it's selling the way that she's going to be his girlfriend for a free drink , which seems freeing enough , considering that he's basically letting her have whatever creativity for their first meetcute - in the sense that their relationship was sellable for the bartender to give them a free drink - both of them . " a gavel , " she lets out , as a smile is imprinted on her face , laughter spilling out from his lips as if he's said something extremely funny . " nurse on the weekends , trivia host on the weekdays . which isn't nearly enough , but that's why i'm everyone's favorite nurse at the hospital , " musing as if she's impressed herself with her own words , her cheeks are heated up at the words said by him , although , trying her best to ignore it - knowing that it's all for the plot , the plot being a scam so they can get their free drinks .

sure , her words may have made her seem like a madwoman , nonetheless , it was something for her to say to sell the fact that they're in a relationship - & truth be told , she's always been fond of seeing x -rays , especially at work when someone comes in with a broken bone , why not add the fact that she has her fake boyfriend's x - rays on her nightstand ? exactly . avani can sense the judgement on the bartender's face once she mentions it , but she doesn't care , it doesn't make her feel insecure about it because it's her genuine special interest - at least , that's what she's trying to make it seem like . there's silent acknowledgement when it comes to his fingers rubbing circles on her shoulder , her face is remained casual , but enjoying how it feels : comforting , to say the very least . " i know , it seems weird , but i'd rather have that than have flowers that will just wilt & die off . plus , it's so calming to look at in the morning . " another boldfaced lie , nonetheless , she's doing her best to make it all seem convincing .

for a quick second , avani's placing her hand on his cheek as some sort of last resort , then completely tuned back into his presence as he's speaking , nodding her head , smile practically living on her face , unable to form into anything else . " he knows me so well , don't you think ? a real keeper , if you ask me . "

[7mplications]

@timelincs asked . . . “Careful. I know every lie you’ve ever told.” / from ALICE to LOVE.

hues are widened as a sense of urgency is fixtured on love's face , for a second , disbelieving before she lets out this shortened chuckle , almost as if she'd had something to say about it , in fact . sure , it may have seemed threatening on the other end , but love can handle it - she knows she can , though , entirely contemplative , love doesn't say anything in retort . she thinks , always thinking . there isn't a moment where she isn't thinking because it's all she does , it's everything she does , in fact . " i don't want to seem like a skeptic , but are you sure that you know every single lie i've told ? " asking , wondering if that were something appropriate to let out of her mouth , her posture shifts , a hand is laid on her waist , waiting in silence .

[7mplications]

@timelincs asked . . . I'm so relieved. For a minute there, l thought l wasn't gonna have a place to stay tonight. / from ALEX to NELIMA.

after hours at the club meant downtime with her employees , considering that she'd kept a close relationship with all of them - ones that she saw as family , if anything . once alex had mentioned needing a place to stay , of course - she'd do anything in her power to ensure that there would be a place for him to bunk , even if it wasn't seen as professional , but nelima wasn't exactly a professional woman at times . hands filled with some blankets & a pillow , she silently hands it to the other before she settles down across from him on another chair , a pleasant smile is worn on her face before she speaks . " you have nothing to worry about , alex . you're basically family to me , i hope you know , " she muses - sighing lightly before she says anything more . " if you need a set of pajama clothes , there's some in the guest bedroom closet . "

[7mplications]

@timelincs asked . . .“Hold still, you’ve got something in your hair—just let me…” / from VINCENT to MARCEL.

it's not that marcel hates being touched , he does . but he can make an exception for vincent - his eyes are paused onto the other as he silently nods his head , allowing for the other to do what he needs to do to get whatever it is out of his hair . " what is it exactly , hm ? a leaf ? " curiosity truly reigns on his face as he continues to gaze at his loved one , an idle smile forming on his features as he thinks over the remaining inquiry . " or did a piece of hair get misplaced somehow ? " marcel's attempting to be calm - wanting to keep the tension less than .. tensed , if anything . of course , his one source of happiness is right in front of him , leaned in as he's wanting vincent to rid whatever was in his hair , buried . " do you need a comb as well ? "

[st4nheight]

“i   wouldn’t   say   it   was   trauma,”   evanie - may   grew   silent.   she   had   known   pain,   had   felt   the   way   that   men   could   reach   into   the   cavern   of   your   chest   and   rip   out   whatever   was   in   there   like   party   streamers.   this   wasn’t   the   same   sensation,   not   at   all.   more   it   was   a   lacking,   an   emptiness,   an   unknown   —   something   that   she   should   have   experienced   and   been   intimately   accustomed   to,   now   that   she   was   on   the   wrong   side   of   the   decade.   when   she   looked   upon   billy   again,   the   friend   who   had   always   been   there   for   her   despite   their   cynicism,   her   eyes   were   those   of   a   pleading   pup.   “it’s   something   i   should’ve   been   doing   when   i   was   a   doll,   you   know ?   and   now   i   watch   movies   and   listen   to   the   songs   and   that’s   something   i’ll   never   know.   like   …   like   a   happily   ever   after ! ”   she   threw   her   hand   into   the   air,   “that’s   something   i   ain’t   never   gonna   know   about,   now.”   this   was   all   in   an   attempt   to   heal   a   heart   irreparably   broken.   when   billie   finally   succumbed,   she   stared   at   them   through   glistening   tears.   “oh,   you   mean   it ?   i   promise !   promise   with   a   cherry   on   top!   it'll   be   so   fun,   billie,   just   you   wait ! ”

[7mplications]

" then what exactly would you describe it as ? " intrigue is clearly visible on their features , although , could be mistaken for anything else - but it's intrigue , really . it's not that they're trying to upset her or anything , nonetheless , there's genuine curiosity that's printed on their face , wondering what she was bound to express to them - whatever it was , they'd be present in the conversation . not that they had much to do , however , already welcoming in the thought of really getting to know evanie , aside from the usual .. basic stuff , in fact . noticing her eyes , there's a small laugh that slips out , acknowledging that this seemed somewhat humorous to them , but they were honest in the way of wanting to get to know every part of her , even if they had trouble admitting it on their side . " comparing a sleepover to a happily ever after .. now i've definitely heard everything , " the all too obvious skepticism on their end aside , not wanting it to seem like billie was making fun of her because they weren't , just observant when it came to a few things , attempting to find some comforting words to throw her way . " you'll get a happily ever after , i'm sure you will , evanie . " managing to form a smile onto their features , wondering if they did a good job at soothing her anxieties . " i mean it , we can have a good ol' sleepover , like the ones in the movies - i can't wait for spa night . "

[ivegotlongfangs]

Something ? No it was painful. The loneliness that Lestat had been feeling has been beyond painful. He felt as if he was the only vampire in the world. Until now, now that he had met another, he felt a bit of hopefulness. But soon something caused Lestat to snap out of his thoughts. It was the hunger setting in.

There was something about Armand, something Lestat couldn't seem to place his finger on. It was funny to Lestat that Armand seemed to be this wise vampire when he looked younger than himself. This got Lestat wondering how old Armand was. Then he wondered who had made him and if his maker was still around.

Lestat did not say it out loud, but his face and eyes said it loud and clear. The word ; help was written all over his face, for he had no idea what he was doing or how to even be who he was now.

" I don't think the hunger is something I will ever get used to. " Lestat finally spoke. His eyes then lowered. "Have you...Control the blood lust? I feel as if I need to feed every five minutes" He then placed a hand on his head feeling as if his head was going to blow into bits and pieces. "H---Have you eaten already?"

[7mplications]

perhaps there'd been a moment on armand's end , some version of him feeling bad for the newfound immortal in his presence - almost thinking that this could be his newest project , his new distraction to away his mind of thoughts , even so . maybe , deep down , it might be enjoyable for both parties , maybe not . surely , there must be some certain conclusion for them - one that would land lestat under his wing , he'd be able to show the blond the world , if he wanted that .

nonetheless , armand is patient . careful , but patient . of course , he wants to make this entire thing easier for both parties , he wants to ensure that whatever he says - that it won't bring an uncomfortable notion between the pair .

the interest is piqued , nonetheless , armand stays silent for the time being , though , wondering on asking him if there's anything on his mind that he'd like to ask .

" does it feel as if your body is on fire ? " armand inquires , another cautious lean in as he's glancing over , studying obvious features from the other - head lilts to the side , inhaling a deep breath as he's thinking over his own answer . " when i was like you , no . but within time , i have . it's such a process , i'd admit . " casual tone lies between the two , noticing the hand on his head as he's thinking over an answer , nodding his head . " i have . have you not fed ? "

[lostserenno]

Better than nothing, because Dooku has the decency to offer them at least that. And truly, why would he not? He remains a Jedi, and despite the way the Force seems different, and the very galaxy has whispered rumors he's not fond of, it does not mean he has changed.

He has not yet been disillusioned, after all. And if nothing else, Dooku's main guide has always been his own sense of what he, and the world, should be.

"A Jedi." He confirms. And he does not ask why that requires clarification, because it tells him enough.

But he doesn't think he's misstepped too badly just yet.

"For all we might not be exceedingly common as of lately." Perhaps not in the area, perhaps not in the sector... for all he has a far worse hunch. But this, he hopes, might be confirmed by the other's answer.

[7mplications]

at the words expressed by the other , there's a short moment of callisto thinking over their set of words , wondering if they should be more - polite ? kind ? open to the fact that there's a jedi in their midst ? all of the above ? deep down , it feels that way - of course , there's no real idealization of them trying to think of a conclusion for their words , their brazen attitude towards the other .

brows are continued to be knitted in , chewing right on the mere inside of their cheek as they're silently contemplating another set of their words , pondering on if it didn't - would it eat them alive ?

" almost feels like i've heard a myth , " words are coming out of their mouth like some sort of autopiloted affront , albeit , confused yet stunned in the presence of the other in their presence , but questions manage to sit at the tip of their very tongue , aching to come out .

chuckle coming out , seeming to confirm his words , callisto takes another remaining step forward , wanting to take a good look at the other to ensure that his words were true , that it wasn't a lie that he had said . " you aren't wrong there , i would've reckoned your type rendered extinct . "

[st4nheight]

she   hadn't   expected   anything   to   happen,   least   of   all   with   rowan.   they   were   a   friend,   and   friends   was   how   they   were   set   to   remain   ...   until   the   moment   where   the   boundary   was   crossed,   and   they   had   both   stumbled   into   something   more.   there   was   no   title   to   it,   no   label   that   truly   fit   ;   just   two   queer   souls   intertwined   in   a   way   that   seemed   almost   cosmic.   otherwordly.   godlike.   “well,   then.   it   would   be   a   shame   for   us   to   throw   something   like   that   away,   wouldn't   it ? ”   dark   eyes   glistened.   what   came   next,   she   didn't   know   ...   all   milena   knew   was   that   she   didn't   want   them   to   stop.

[7mplications]

sure , it may have been risky for rowan to explore a new relationship with someone considering that they weren't completely over their divorce , but milena had been a good friend to them , she was there for them in a sense that their friends weren't there for them during a hard time in their life , nonetheless : they were glad that she was , truthfully saying . & maybe there was a line that shouldn't have been crossed , albeit , rowan felt good in her presence , like maybe there was something to explore without feeling guilty . " maybe you're right , milena . i'm just wondering if my baggage makes it all worth it in the end , " honest words spoke from their lips , keeping a steady gaze onto her own .

[sostarsick]

“i do! i believe you.” a beat, zoey’s teeth bearing into her lower lip in silent consideration. “but if you didn’t, that’d be okay. i’d be so chill about it.” when her personal life up till now has involved so much people pleasing and lying to save face, it’s a breath of fresh air to be met with earnest kindness … it’s also a little disorienting, and zoey finds her own second-guessing grating. she listens to analia’s explanation with rapt attention, filing every minute detail away for - what, the future? presumptuous! hopeful. who knows? in any case, analia’s reasoning sings to zoey, who itches under her skin for a reason to shop and idle on the regular. “you’re totally after my heart here. there’s this shopping square a few towns over; i get lost there for hours. maybe next time, we could get lost there together.” laidback. zoey can be laidback. she’s never handled a single relationship that way, instead going whole-hog and overexcited from the get-go, but sure, she can be laidback. her eyes go wide, lips parted around a horrified gasp. “shut up. who even thinks of that? there can’t be anything sexy or romantic about stadium peanuts.” zoey’s leaning in like they’re sharing secrets now, head cocked in curiosity. “was it a first date? i can maybe forgive that.” 

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" you do ? " a not so subtle glimpse of hope is in her eyes , wondering if she should say anything more or keep to herself , preparing to cause for some overthinking in her mind - but she's chill about it , somewhat . ears perked at the other's words , analia laughs lightly , wondering if she could get used to this , the genuine conversation that seems to flow out of nowhere , the way that they're both paying attention to one another , it's nice - in fact . " oh , i bet you're an incredibly chill person , i can feel it radiating off you , " a genuine but notable tease coming from her lips , analia feels like she can do anything , seeing how she's practically in the presence of greatness , truly . sure , there'd been a moment of some hidden doubt casted onto her features for a second , but faded away as she's finding herself being more comfortable in the other's presence , her shoulders slumped & her expressions are more contented , safe to say . maybe there was some need for her to look forward for the future , if there was one - but she didn't want to jinx things . her eyes widening at the mere mention of a shopping center , her head nods in anticipation like she was a puppy dog nodding for a treat - bad example , but she was excited , nonetheless . " you know what ? i'd love to get lost with you , " admitting , almost thinking that she was being too forward with the other , then pausing her thoughts for a second . noticing zoey's expression along with the gasp , her eyes are wide , like she described a genuine horror movie . " because there isn't ! definitely a zero out of ten on the good date scale , " leaning in to close in the remaining space , another nod . " a valentine's first date . "

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going back to a relationship that didn't work had never been a good idea. it was only going to lead to heartache and yet aubrey really hated to tell them no. she hated to turn them away. their relationship had ended for a reason but aubrey still missed them. it was why she was so confused now. she had no idea what to do or how to move forward. " can you honestly tell me that you think it's a good idea that we keep going back and forth? " aubrey questioned. " you think that we're not being stupid for falling back into old habits? "

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rowan feels like it doesn't quite feel as if it's entirely fair of them to feel this way , though - they've tried their best to say how they feel , but it always goes back to some mess that they're not even sure they want , if anything . of course , if they were to say it out loud , then they'd be hurting her feelings , right ? deep down , all rowan wants to do is spare feelings - ensure that nothing gets too bad . " i don't think that it's a good idea , aubrey . " sucking in a breath as words spill out with nothing but honesty , gazing at her . " i really think that it's a stupid idea for us to do it , actually . "

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birdie  spends  her  days  preaching  for  people  -  while  technically  pint sized , at only   four and five  years old  -  to  follow  their  dreams  ,  to  allow  their  creativity  to  thrive  ,   it's  no  different  when  she  gets  home  .  "  you're  the  most  talented  writer  i  know  ."  a  bias  ,  all  things  considered  .  "  a  series  ??  wow  .  "  while  it's  an  undertaking  ,  birdie  hopes  she's  being  supportive  ,  pushing  harper  in  the  right  direction  .  "  that  would  be  incredible  .  but what is your heart telling you ??  "

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harper likes the fact that she has a support system within birdie - plus , the words that came out from her mouth were soothing , it washed all of her worries away , truly so . at least she didn't feel like she was stressed in the other woman's presence - if anything , harper felt more at ease than anything , really . " i'm not that talented , birdie . i mean , i certainly do try to convey my thoughts , " nervous laugh leaving her lips , smile forming . " a series - imagine the paychecks i'd get , " comment leaves her mouth like nothing , merely enjoying the way she's being supportive to the author . " i don't know , to be honest . i'm enjoying my freedom , but .. what do you think i should do ? "

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ender   wasn't   sure   what   she   wanted.   the   world   had   felt   so   cruel   for   so   long,   and   an   endless   stream   of   failed   relationships   was   undoubtedly   leaving   her   feeling   wounded.   she   was   the   type   of   girl   to   wear   red   lipstick   as   armor,   to   put   on   some   false   lashes   and   return   to   the   battlefield   like   a   beaten - down   soldier.   now,   she   was   wondering   whether   she   had   been   looking   in   the   wrong   places   the   entire   time.   “i'm   not   the   easiest   person   to   love,   you   know ?   beautiful,   intelligent,   a   body   to   die   for   ...   ”   not   a   boast,   just   a   fact,   “but   it   takes   a   thick   skin   to   keep   hold   of   me.”

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truth be told , nita was the complete opposite of ender - she was loosened up , worked hard - partied even harder , dated but not too seriously , things like that . sure , she had her own set of not completely serious relationships , but the thing was , nita enjoyed that : her own sense of freedom , seeing people whenever she felt like suitable , organizing dates on her own time , however , in this instance , she wants to see where things go with ender , not that she hoped on anything blossoming too much , albeit , the thought was there . " none of us are easy to love , you know .. " shrugging her shoulders , a grin forming on her features , listening to the other . " are you making the assumption that i don't have thick skin ? "