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❝ BE SOFT. DO NOT LET THE WORLD MAKE YOU HARD. DO NOT LET THE PAIN MAKE YOU HATE. DO NOT LET THE BITTERNESS MAKE STEAL YOUR SWEETNESS. TAKE PRIDE THAT EVEN THOUGH THE REST OF THE WORLD MAY DISAGREE, YOU STILL BELIEVE IT TO BE A BEAUTIFUL PLACE. ❞
it wasn’t that easy, it it were life would be so different. arden had to fit a form, the one her parents wanted her to. she was a puppet on a string, her life wasn’t her own to live – at least, that’s how it felt. her brows knit as her expression became pained, knowing that she couldn’t give mila what she deserved. ❝ i can’t, they wouldn’t understand. if they even though… they’d disown me, and not just lightly, like, cut me off, pretend i never existed. ❞ she wasn’t proud of the people her parents were. ❝ they’re old fashioned, ❞ and by that, she meant bigots.
Mila gave a nod slowly. She was starting to understand. Her mother was the total opposite; had practically kept her locked in from the world when she did wrong and would never let her out. Her Rapunzel years, she called them. At times it was so difficult to remember how unhappy it had made her, no matter how unhappy she thought she felt in the current days. Mila reached over to give her girlfriend a little kiss on her cheek. "Then I do not know how they brought up somebody as marvelous and understanding as you." With eye-contact held, Mila continued to speak. Her facial expressions grew puppy-dog like; soft and gentle. "I only want for everything to be perfect. You know that, do you not? I love you. Like I have never loved anything,."
“So, what can I get for ya, Handsome?” Prue asked, smiling at him and waiting for the other to tell her what he wanted to order
Nathan looked up in a daze, not aware at first that she was talking to him. The girl's way of talking definitely raised a brow. "What's best here?" he asked, having never been before.
Rebecca sighed sadly, not sure how to answer him. Yes, going to her funeral was hard, but it was the woman he loved. How could she say he should ahve gone? She couldn’t, so Rebecca just kept a hand on his shoulder to comfort him.
His eyes tilted to look at her, pulling himself away from her hand. He'd been pushing away all the company he had and this was no different. He didn't ever know what people wanted him to say or how he needed to act. Most of all, he didn't want to crumble in front of people. He wanted to look after his family and be strong, after all they'd been very close to the girl too. "No answer means I'm stupid," he moaned, mainly at himself, with a nod, pretending he could read what she was thinking.
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spencer KNOWS fine rightly that this is wrong. him being romantically involved with his step sibling was possibly one of the d u m b e s t decisions that he has ever made ( and he has made a lot in his life ).however – he just can’t help it. after spending so long acting as if he hated the other, everything was getting so much harder to hide from those around them. ‘ y’know you have to start being a little more c a r e f u l. you were givin’ me your sex eyes in the hallway again. ‘ he teases as the door to his bedroom closes. ‘ mom and dad are goin’ out tonight so i’m pretty sure we have the place to ourselves. ‘
Sofie had been trying to avoid her feelings for Spencer for the longest time now and it wasn’t working in the slightest. Maybe it was the thrill of how silly it was that made her so fixated on him all of the time. “Parents don’t understand sex eyes,” the brunette responded, with a smile that slithered onto her lips. Her lustful looks had been directed in his direction every time he was in the room. She just couldn’t hold them back any longer. Sofie took a few steps closer to him. “Yeah? What d’you propose we do in that time then?”
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the eye contact he had with the other was P I E R C I N G & no matter how hard he tried – – he knew he wasn’t going to dig himself out of this horrifically awkward situation. his act came to a sudden h a l t as he felt the need to justify himself to the woman he had be STARING at for the past ten seconds. ‘ excuse me.. ‘ he mumbles to the bride to be as he wriggles away from the crowd to wander over to the woman who happens to be the teacher of his young daughter. ‘ look… i can explain. it’s not as bad as you think it is. please D O N ‘ T think i’m a bad dad because of this. ‘
Alicia wouldn’t usually be seen in such venue. It wasn’t her scene at all, but her more adventurous friend had forced her along. She’d been sat trying to avert her eyes from what was happening in front of her all night until she spotted him. Then she found it difficult to move her eyes again. She started to feel nervous when she saw him walking over to her. Though she was concerned, she knew it was nothing to do with her and she shouldn’t have been looking or judging at all. “No....you don’t have to explain,” she spoke, with a small smile. “I’m...intrigued. But it has nothing to do with me. Do what you have to do.”
“Why would you do this to me? Do you enjoy hurting me this much, huh? Well, thanks a lot,” she said, her eyes brimmed with tears.
“I-I was a couple of hours late ‘ome from work. That’s all. What did you think I were doing?” He took a step closer to her. “I didn’t mean to hurt ya, okay?”
It’d been a few hours since they had found the body of her friend and it felt as if it had just happened, Emily still hadn’t stopped crying, a part of her feeling responsible for what happened. She’d been thankful when her friend had pulling her into their arms but it quickly felt too much as she pulled away and walked off, not making it fair before sobs were taking over her body once more.
Lise felt awkward when it came to comforting people. She was intuitive enough that it shouldn’t have been so, but she was just bad with people. Especially crying people. “Em!” She’d shouted after the other woman in her usual breathy tone. Annalise gave it a few moments before walking back after her. She knew she’d probably want to be alone in the situation. “We should go inside, yeah? Get a coffee or something...”
”It wont..” she spoke softly, sincerely. “Look, I know it’s never what you want to hear, but I’ve been there.. and you’re scared, but that’s your dad.. and you’re always gunna love your parents regardless of anytihng they do, and that’s okay.. all he needs is help.” she was trying to help, she was trying to just be there. “I know you think that.. but, how do you know? My dad has his reasons, but I was three.. just think how much a childs ribs being cracked like– that could’ve killed me then..” she spoke and looked saddened. “I want to help you if I can..”
“I don’t know what I want to hear,” Dan replied, honestly as he began to grind his teeth together. “I don’t love him,” he spoke as more of a whisper. He may have felt some sympathy towards the man for losing his wife, but he didn’t love him. He hated him if anything. There was nothing more he wanted than to get away from him. Dan cringed, pushing his yes closed suddenly when she mentioned her ribs as a child. His eyes slowly looked across towards her and his shoulders shrugged. “Help me get away from him then. I don’t know how.... But I’m sure you’re smarter than me.”
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who would be the one to randomly adopt a puppy without consultation
who would force the other to take aesthetic pictures of them
who would do stuff they think is stupid just to make the other one happy
who picks out the horror movies to watch just so the other will cling to them
who is constantly studying and who is constantly trying to distract them
who initiates the facetime calls whenever they’re separated
who is more likely to storm out after a fight and who is more likely to cry when they do
who stays up way too late binge-watching their favorite shows
who bites the other’s ear when they’re feeling frisky
who sprays the other with water when they’re washing the car
who has more fun decorating the house during holidays
who is more likely to give the silent treatment when they’re mad at the other
who plays with the others’ hair more
who is more likely to climb all over the other one when they’re bored
who tries to kiss the other as often as they can
who pouts when the other one tells them to shut the fuck up
who initiates the sex and who walks away when the other is riled up
who always forgets the umbrella and who holds it when they actually have one
who demands showering first in the mornings
who sneaks into the shower with the other one in the mornings
who prefers riding the roller coasters and who prefers playing the games
who will text the other one thirty times in a row until they respond
who always forgets to charge their phone overnight
who comes up behind the other and slide their hands into their back pockets
who tries to get hugs from the other as often as they can .
who is louder and who constantly has the tell the other to be quiet
“I didn’t go to her funeral,” Nathan spoke of his deceased fiancée to the other. “I’ve let her down, haven’t I?”
Elsa slowly walked over to Nathan when she saw him, not wanting to bother him but sensing that he wanted some company. She stood behind him and, when he noticed her, she placed a hand on his shoulder comfortingly. She moved around to sit next to him, and she looked at him with a sympathetic expression. “I know,” she replied softly. “It’s not fair, is it? She had her whole life ahead of her,” she sighed sadly. “How are ya holdin’ up? I know it’s a silly question, bu’… Well. Be honest.”
"I'm okay," Nathan lied, looking down at the box that sat on his lap. "I was just going through her things..." he explained, having to gulp the cracks in his voice away. "Didn't want Imogen seeing me do it. She's had enough stress and grief so thought I'd come out where it's quiet." Finally tearing his eyes away from the box, his eyes reached Elsa's. She had such a honest face herself that his previous lie to her made him want to be honest too. "It's hard," he corrected himself, nodding his head slightly, but still trying to avoid showing too much emotion.
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RP starters: Flirting ( + responses to it. )
“You come here often?”
“Can I offer you a drink?”
“So.. You expecting someone?”
“Do you need a place to stay for tonight?”
“I gotta tell you… you look incredibly hot.”
“Do you want to dance with me?”
“Look at us… we are basically a couple already.”
“I bet you would look even better without your clothes on.”
“Are you single? Just asking.”
“You’re the most beautiful person I have ever encountered.”
“What would you say if you and me would go somewhere else?”
“I love the way you’re dressed.”
“Do I have any chances with you?”
“Do you have anything better to do later?”
“Can I get your phone number?”
“You seem like a bad boy/girl/person type.”
“I can do whatever you want, babe.”
“You have the most beautiful eyes I have ever seen.”
“I bet guys/gals/people are all over you.”
“You should be a model.”
“Are you… trying to flirt with me?”
“Maybe if I get a free drink I can consider talking to you.”
“That won’t work. Try again.”
“Oh my god, did you just say that out loud?”
“I’m waiting for someone. However, you can amuse me in the meanwhile.”
“You don’t look so bad yourself.”
“I thought you were taken.”
“So, have you flirted with every girl/boy/one in this bar yet?”
“Do I look like someone who seems interested in you?”
“Compliments won’t pay my drinks.”
