Blissfully Ignorant

Addilyn Yorke Blissfully Ignorant Baker; Personification of Sunlight Twenty Nine. Human

[addilynyxrke]

(confession) You deserve better, but I worry my selfishness won't allow it.

CONFESS SOMETHING YOU’VE THOUGHT ABOUT ME ON ANON | ACCEPTING 

[addilynyxrke]

confession, ive never known someone as bright as you

CONFESS SOMETHING YOU’VE THOUGHT ABOUT ME ON ANON | ACCEPTING 

[addilynyxrke]

confession: i wish i could convince you to leave

CONFESS SOMETHING YOU’VE THOUGHT ABOUT ME ON ANON | ACCEPTING 

[addilynyxrke]

confession: you deserve to be more than just another option

CONFESS SOMETHING YOU’VE THOUGHT ABOUT ME ON ANON | ACCEPTING 

[drabbles-and-ideas]

Confess something you've thought about me on anon

[addilynyxrke]

if you could change one thing, what would it be?

“Mostly nothing, I mean..-- everything is a lesson, right? A chance to be better, to do better but.. I’m really starting to question moving here.”

[addilynyxrke]

honesty hour

[addilynyxrke]

lukeherveaux‌:

Everything about his life had been a secret up until recently, so her words spoke against emptied halls. It was enough to make him chuckle softly, the sound moving past his lips as he shook his head in a repetitive motion. Addilyn would always be too kind for her own good, Lukas only prayed it never got her into too much stress. Though hanging out with a soon to be married man, seemed like a good enough start for any troublemaker. “It isn’t that easy, sweetheart.” With a sigh, he offered her smile though it hardly reached the corners of his eyes as he relaxed against her touch. It was new, unlike Kat’s and it seemed so much gentler. Though perhaps that was all in his head, after all, all flesh was nothing more than that. “I’m thinkin’ of them when I think about myself. That’s how this whole thing works, being Alpha.” His life would never be just his own, not since he agreed and taken on the burden of leadership. They all looked to him, and he’d sworn to give not only his best but life to them–thus it wasn’t just something you picked and arranged when to apply it.

“But you’re right, the lies…no more.” From the start, he’d worked against his better judgment when it came to her, and if she were willing to stay in his life as his friend, he’d take it. Some sunshine was better than greys and shadows for the rest of his time. It was something, and he’d cling to it if it meant she’d stay around for at least a little longer. “Even the dirtiest of truths are yours to hear if you wanna.” Reaching out, he pressed his fingers against her forearm the pads pushing into the neutrally warm skin. It was petal soft, and for a moment he found himself wishing for a different life. A life where he’d live it out with her, and never once look back. But Lukas had never been one to dwell on anything but reality, so with that, he pushed aside the thought and dropped his hand. Over the years he’d loved, and he’d lost more times than he dares count, but at the very least, he’d be able to watch her from afar most days. Maybe even steal a scone here or there if he were lucky. 

Nothing was ever that easy, she wasn’t naive enough to think as much, hopeful; perhaps, but certainly not foolish. There wasn’t a single piece of her that could even begin to comprehend what life must be like as the figure point of anything as important as an entire pack of werewolves; a thought which still left her a little dazed in the head. “That’s noble of you, Luke, really. It is, but it must be a heavy weight to carry on your own.” The pad of her thumb brushed gently across his cheek bone before it fell to her side once more. It wasn’t meant to provoke a sense of doubt out of her, but in her mind, if his duty was truly all he thought of, she couldn’t imagine he would have paid her a second glance that morning in the street outside her cafe. Something, somewhere inside of him wanted something beyond that, something beyond duty and responsibility, but if he was wholly convinced that what was best for him lay in the best interests of the pack, then she’d never question it further, never push for him to see it from an outsiders view. Addilyn wasn’t here to judge, nor here to provide some condescending argument that might have helped her swallow back the ache in her chest for a man who’s duty it was to never belong to anyone but his own pack. Her lips curved softly into a supportive smile, she didn’t want to make things worse, even if the lie coming undone cut through to her core, the woman still too kind to turn her back completely. “We should grab a drink then,” one to calm her own trembling hands as she fiddled with the edge of her coat, another to drown out her anger in being used to fruitlessly, and another, to congratulate him on his engagement, on fulfilling his duty with quite literally every piece of him. “We can test the boundaries of the least dirtiest truths, because I’m really not sure how much of that I’ll be able to deal with just yet.” The reassuring laugh that spilled from her lips only held a slight quiver of uncertainty as she turned from him in search of the nearest bar, something wholly unlike her in the first place. Set in her sights however, she couldn’t rightly think about the movie night, or even leaving entirely to spend endless hours baking unnecessarily complicated cakes. In truth, she still wanted to know everything she could about the man that set her skin alight with the faintest touch, the man who felt like a lingering ghost from a moment in time she couldn’t remember, the same one who she couldn’t seem to erase from her mind no matter the strange occurrences that seemed to surround him. Her fresh start had turned muddy much quicker than she’d ever anticipated. “I’ve seen the movie they’re showing anywa..--” Words cut short,  the crowd grew thick around them, people headed in an array of different directions had her footsteps falling short as breath caught in her throat for the blinding flame that ignited just below her ribcage.  She stepped back wearily, the shudder that ran through her frame and caught the back of her knee as she broke a momentary silence with an inward sob of uncertainty warped her vision completely. A delicate palm dug in against the burning of her ribs, crimson grew sticky and thick against porcelain skin torn open by the charmed dagger in the hands of someone already lost to the moving thrum of people. It blossomed in her throat, a thickened cough that threw blood to the curve of her lip as she reached for the person nearest her, their immediate reaction to move out of the way, though their panic at the sight of blood filled the air where Addilyn’s fell silent in widened doe hues as she hit the ground.

[addilynyxrke]

lukeherveaux‌:

Answers were demanded, revelations that he owed Addilyn and yet his voice seemed netted in his throat. Similar to a fish gasping for air while caught on land, Lukas opened and closed his mouth before finally clearing his throat. He probably seemed a fool, a dupe and a liar caught in a string of questionable actions with no explainable causes. No wonder she’d claimed sickness over remaining in the same place as him, he could hardly blame her. Hell, the wolf stood surprised she’d even came in the first place. She was a better woman than he deserved, and he felt heavy with the weight. “It was a possibility…”

The words weren’t enough, and he searched his mind for something better, anything to bring reason and cause together as one. “Emma was always Shepard’s girl, should’ve always been.” He tried explaining, knowing that pack tradition was easily and understandably lost on the human. “But her father held powerful alliances, alliances we needed and sometimes, as dated as it may seem, we marry to form such alliances.” There was no easy way of saying it, and he searched her eyes for some flicker of comprehension. Even if she hated him, he needed to know that she understood that he’d never meant to hurt her in the first place. As unfair as everything in this world was, Addilyn had never been intended to be a victim. Like a ray of light, she should’ve been kept safe and bright. But instead, he’d dragged her through the mud behind him with his own actions. “It was my choice, but I also couldn’t refuse him–not without starting a much larger war. I know it seems impossible to grasp, but I swear I never meant to hurt you–” Words were left scraping the surface of something more, but he couldn’t phrase them together.  Not when he felt himself sinking further into the darkness of duty. “There is so much you don’t understand, and I can’t fault you for that. I know how this looks, but please know I mean it when I say that I’m sorry. It was selfish of me to even glance your way, but that morning we met–, I still remember every detail. The stories you told, the way you giggled and the flour that dusted your hair and cheeks. You were the lightest thing I’d seen in years, and I selfishly wanted you from that very moment.” Addilyn was different, diverse from Kat, Viviane and even Emma. But she was human, and his world was dangerous. It always would be, and he had duty and obligation. The two very things that refused to be avoided. “I never wanted to hurt you, but I have a pack–a duty to them and all those I lead and protect.” He smiled then, the heaviest of smiles as he reached up to press fingers against her cheek before allowing his hand to fall. “You should head home.” 

It caught in her throat like a pebble, one that she was sure she’d never pry loose again. Could she even consider this losing him? He was quite clearly never hers to begin with, never even close. From the moment she’d faltered in her words the day she’d first found hues so deeply profound in the dimly lit light of the early morning south, he’d belonged to someone else. It drew an itch in beneath her skin and she found it hard to swallow back without a semblance of a painful grimace. Explanation spilled from his lips, like a tidal wave of information that he’d held to his chest, only, she couldn’t see relief in him letting it go. “Stop..-- Lukas, I don’t.. I’m not looking for an explanation for.. how you’re..” Engaged to someone else, set to marry; whatever it was, she couldn’t bring herself to say it as she cast hues towards the crowded area, the shifting wind drying them out and chilling her skin so much she only then realized how warm she was, how heated her skin had become and how difficult the simplicity of breathing seemed to be. “I get it, our.. your world, is different.” She couldn’t for a moment comprehend the idea of marrying for an alliance. It bothered her though, that he could be forced to carry one more thing with the weight of everything else. “You made me into...” An accessory, a piece of something he’d wanted under any circumstances possible; except under the guise of the truth.

Before she could say much else, she stepped forward, the delicate touch of her hand slipping into his. “I wanted you too.. -- want, but not like this. Not as some other woman, I don’t want a piece of you while you hide the rest from me.” Teeth worried over her lesser lip before she let go of his hand to instead have it curl gently around the sharpened edge of his jaw, fingertips brushing over the rough hairs of his beard, “I know, I know..-- you have other people you’re responsible for, you need to do what needs to be done for them.” She couldn’t pretend to understand the dynamic of a pack, any of it, she still reeled from the idea of werewolves in general. “But what do you expect to be able to do for them if you can’t do a thing for yourself first? How do you protect them, when you’re very clearly pulling yourself apart, bit by bit.” She swallowed thickly, an automated response as he all but dismissed her. Manicured brows knit together and she looked away from him again, unsure how she’d found the courage to be so near him right then and there. “I deserved the truth, I would have still been your friend, it wouldn’t have scared me off..-- Yes, this hurts, more than.--” more than she’d expected it to, the churning rapids of her stomach reaching to claw at the organ in her chest. “But you’re hurting yourself more than you’ve hurt me, maybe you should consider that before you keep any more secrets from the people you care about, Luke.”

[addilynyxrke]

lukeherveaux‌:

There was something there, something unspoken and it’d weighed on them all afternoon. From the moment Lukas had seen her, till the instant she’d spoken some sorry excuse and left his chest tightening. As if contracting against his inner organs, the wolf felt like he was choking. However, all he did was offer a rueful smile–if she hadn’t known before, she knew now, and there was no avoiding the tension the truth was building. Did she seek answers, some reasonable explanation to explain everything that was playing out in front of them? Naturally not, if so she would’ve just asked him and instead she was discussing the effects of a corn dog. One she’d hardly taken more than two bites of if Luaks remembered correctly, yeah she knew. 

“Stop, just stop.” He says finally, though his tone remains cautious. As if approaching a deer in the open field, he felt his lesser lip slip between teeth as he worked it. Sparing time before words and thought as if he’d find a good enough excuse between the seconds that shifted between them.  “You can say it, I know–I know you know.” And he couldn’t be mad or even disappointed. It was only a matter of time and if anything, he was the one who was late in telling her in the first place. “Just know I never asked for it or even wanted it. I guess it doesn’t matter now, but Emma was always with Shepard but her father–I didn’t ask for this, Addy.” Like a broken record, Lukas was repeating himself and stumbling over every claim he made because none of it matter. He was too late, and fate was against him, and Addy was apparently sick from a corndog. God, he hated Founders day.  

Even if he’d reached out for her, Addilyn doubted any passing thought that might have begged her to keep walking. She couldn’t -- wouldn’t, not while the swarm of something in her stomach fought over making her feel physically ill at what she’d overheard and simply flustered for being around him at all. It seemed that no matter how many times she was granted a single moment of being with Lukas, the feeling never left her. The static energy that threatened to zap her right back into reality with the startling reality that she couldn’t possibly be so enamored by someone she hardly knew. “You know.-- you know that I know.” But he hadn’t told her --- he hadn’t been the one to even consider telling her the truth, and instead she’d overheard it in someone elses conversation. “It’s...-- it’s nothing, it’s fine, right?” And yet, her stomach sunk further to the floor as she consciously picked a far off point over his shoulder to look at rather than allow her hues to traverse the distance to the deepest pit of darkened hues that she’d ever considered drowning in. This was crazy. “I don’t..-- I don’t even know you.”  A cop out, of course. She knew the exact constellation the freckles across the bridge of his nose painted, she knew his favorite flavor scones, that if she just ran her fingers across the top of his shoulders she could stop the cut of his jaw flexing whenever someone looked at her wrong. Addilyn knew that he snored when he was stressed out, that he carried more than Atlas himself. I don’t even know you --- No, she knew Lukas, piece of him, but nothing that pieced together to make a whole, not while she didn’t know his life, the people around him, the world he lived in. “The day you met me, that morning, in the street.. was she..-- were you..” Her hands trembled slightly, the blonde catching the hem of her shift in the delicate wind just to have something to hold onto. “Why wouldn’t you tell me?”

[rpmememaker]

Send “✆” for a MORNING text. Send “✉” for a text that WASN’T SENT. Send “☎” for a RUSHED text. Send “⁇” for a DRUNK text. Send “✿” for a SUGGESTIVE text. Send “ø” for a LATE NIGHT text. Send “✘” for a HATEFUL text. Send “#” for a RANDOM text. Send “@” for a SCARED text. Send “&” for a LOVING text. Send “%” for a CURIOUS text. Send “ツ” for an EXCITED text. Send “$” for an ACCIDENTAL text. Send “♀” for a HEARTBREAKING text.

[addilynyxrke]

@lukeherveaux

It’d been little more than a whisper of conversation, but even with the cacophony of sounds that went hand in hand with all the welcoming smells of the closing founders parade and the oncoming movie night the familiar sight of unruly dark hair sent her in the opposite direction. A guttural twist of some non-existent knife through the chest to think that he’d first asked her to a night not unlike this one the very first day they’d ever met. That some slip of cruel fate would have the tense of her stomach be for a plethora of different reasons, none of which stemmed from the flutter of metaphorical butterflies that filled her abdomen when she’d thought of seeing him that night. Neither the heated feel of her own flesh for nerves or even the anticipation that he might just brush his fingers against the back of her hand as they’d walked beyond the grounds for the outdoor movie theater, towards the treeline where he’d first drawn breath from her lungs as if he’d learnt how to do it by etching the movement of her lungs to memory.  Instead, the heated flush that pressed to ivory skin was out of pure embarrassment. That she could have so openly trusted someone who was and continued to be the closest thing to a stranger to her. Still, she couldn’t shake his presence that lingered, and her sense of manners simply wouldn’t allow her to slip away into the crowd without a word spoke. She’d said she’d meet him here; the turn of fate that left her waiting for him only feet from someone so intent on holding the conversation with another that denoted the oncoming marriage of the man she waited for was..-- something she should have seen coming. “You know, I’m..-- I’m really not feeling all that good. Maybe it was a bad corndog or something.” She offered a semblance of an apologetic smile as she fought for hues to avoid the depth of his own, “I might just head home for the night, I doubt I’d be great company right now and I don’t really want to ruin your night, Luke.”

[addilynyxrke]

bmxriss‌:

the founders festival 

“I’m pretty sure I would of never found my way out of that corn maze if you hadn’t come along, so thank you.” This place was never really going to be home, but Blake could admit that things like this Founders event was something that even made her feel welcome in a place like this. So many familiar faces milling about as if there wasn’t a problem in the world. Even she was relaxed, with a churro in hand and the autumn breeze in her hair. “Let me thank you. What do you want? Beer, churro, someone who’s not terrified to ride these rickety things with you?”

“Honestly, don’t. That was all dumb luck, I had no idea where I was going in there.” If there was anything that Addilyn lacked it was a sense of direction, one that went hand in hand with the stock standard lacking stability of all those cursed with clumsiness. “I was completely ready to set something on fire just to send out a hopeful SOS before we burned up in there.” The soft smile that made itself at home on features that were all too set on reminding herself to enjoy the founders celebrations, rather than thinking back on any sense of impossibilities and murders that had strung themselves across the town, blossomed effortlessly. “Those rickety things are an insurance claim waiting to happen, but I’m down if you are.”

[addilynyxrke]

swyur‌:

                  WHAT  WAS  A  CRIMINAL  WITHOUT  A  PAST      ?     Who  was  Sawyer  without  that  unparalleled  desire  to  trick  and  lie      ?     To  persuade  and  manipulate     ?     His  reflection  shined  back  at  him     ,     the  window  of  the  jewelry  store  allowing  others  to  see  the  curious  nature  of  his  gaze     .     That  necklace  wasn’t  worth  THAT  much     ,     but  damn  it    ,     he  wanted  it     .     He  could’ve  just  waved  his  hand     ,    taking  it  without  a  second  thought     .     But  where  was  the  fun  in  that      ?          ❛     Buy  a  necklace     .  .  .      or  keep  my  apartment      ?       ❜      The  words  were  mumbled  in  humor     ,     a  light  chuckle  following  as  he  shook  his  head     .

“You’re.. - oh, you’re not serious?” She spoke after a flickering moment of shock as she looked through the glass cased window at the glimmering piece of jewelry. “Pros and cons? That thing sure as anything won’t keep you warm through the winter, unless you’re planning to give it to someone else who might offer a place for you to stay. Which, come to think of it, isn’t entirely farfetched.” Addilyn canted her head slightly, the effervescent shine of diamonds that cast a reflective spectrum of color across the sliver of dying sunlight that cast across her shoulder pretty enough to captivate her; “but I’d say silver might suit you better than the rose gold.”

[addilynyxrke]

lucaxjack‌:

Jack could remember the last time he’d seen Addilyn, and the way she treated him; a stranger at the time. In one of his more vulnerable moments. Seeing her again in one of the more fancy bars on that side of the city, everyone was practically dressed to the T. Himself included. So you could imagine his surprise when she came walking up to him, “So I’ve been told,” he motioned for her to take a seat across from him. An expensive bottle of Italian wine set on the table with him. Motioning for the waiter/tender to bring around another glass, “No offense, but what the hell are you doing here?”

Addilyn had never done well with any sense of attention beyond perhaps two or three people. Her unyielding need to pull her jacket tighter around her, as if it would somehow cast some sensory illusion that she didn’t look so simple in a crowded restaurant of entirely... stunning looking people. “Oh, no..-- No, thank you, though.” Her rushed speech called out to the waiter in polite objection to the wine. If it were as expensive as it looked, it was well on the way to being rude of her to accept. “I just, I thought I’d.--” Teeth worried over the inside of her lip and she inhaled deeply, offering something of an apologetic smile. Perhaps she shouldn’t have come, but decidedly -- she had questions for someone who had no reason to lie to her, no reason to shelter her; they were, decidedly, still strangers, after all. “I wanted to talk to you, I probably should have called.”

[mindylahlri]

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[addilynyxrke]

lucaxjack‌:

The night was still young and Jackson had managed to drink his body weight in liquors in a matter of a few hours. Dressed as a cowboy he only found it suiting that he played the part, hell he even had two real guns holstered at his hip as he wandered drunkenly down the street to the next bar to his next dose of alcohol. On his way towards one of the partying buildings serving copious amount of alcohol he ended up bashing shoulders with someone else. “whoa whoa, watch where you’re goin’, dicklips,” he snapped grabbing them by the arm to force them to turn and look at him, “y’gonna apologize?” 

“Hey! -- Jacks!” Truth be told, she’d almost missed it, almost missed the sudden snap of his mood as he reached back and wrapped digits around the arm of another. Surely, by the look on the strangers face his grip held much too tightly as he stammered out some semblance of an objection to apologizing. “Jackson, come on.” Her own hand slipped across his shoulder in some attempt to draw his attention, “It’s fine, let him go, just let it go.”