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killsheep:
he faces her with a warm smile just as his arm extends to her face . bony digits continue ghosting down the path of her toned structure , gently falling past the cheekbone down to her jawline , his thumb * & forefinger eventually securing below her chin . ❝ more ? ❞ her claim is repeated in a soft voice , he sounds as if he had never thought past their former exploit . ❝ you’re ——- generous . . . ❞
She finally shrugs off the feeling of embarrassment to meet his gaze, finding some reassurance in the gentle motion of his hand as they venture upon untouched grounds. Her hands join over her lap, her fingers play with each other nervously. ❝ I only hope it will be good. ❞ for him. After all he’s done for her, giving herself to him in return is the least she can do, she thinks. It will happen, she has promised.
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Is he sure ? Despite the reassuring smile he offers her, she can’t take the doubt off her mind. Maybe he’s just trying to be nice. Maybe he was hoping for something else. Doubts that won’t be voiced, she doesn’t intent to torment him with her insecurity. Quietly she returns by his side, sitting stiff on the edge of the couch. ❝ We’ll do more the next time. ❞ she promises.
first skill on my resume: has never died
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☑ MY MUSE PARENTING BABYSITTING ⇥ ACCEPTING
She picks up the little one and sits him on her lap. ❝ C’mon, finish your carrots. ❞ running her fingers through soft blond locks, she fondly kisses his forehead. The child protests faintly. ❝ look, look ! Ogon wants to steal all your carrots. ❞ she promptly directs his attention on the big dog sitting patiently under the table. Let’s give Ogon the carrots, the small one suggests. ❝ let’s do this, one piece to you and one to Ogon, alright ? Good boy. ❞ she throws her husband a look, ❝ are we leaving one for Lewis ? ❞ she teases, and with a chuckle the little boy firmly shakes his head. Yulya parts her lips in fake surprise, ❝ poor Lewis ! why not ? Just a small bite. ❞ another giggle leaves the boy’s lips, his negative reply is confirmed with a certain amusement, he hurries up to finish what’s left in his plate.
" i’m not some kind of maniac, all right? i mean, for fuck’s sake. "
☑ MEME ANSWER ⇥ ACCEPTING
❝ I know. ❞ she murmurs. Ashamed, guilty, she keeps her head down to avoid meeting his gaze. She’d want to explain ; it’s not his fault, it’s not him. She’ll flinch startled at the slightest, unexpected touch, she’ll lock her door at night and, if feeling threatened, she’ll defend herself. Yet to live in fear has never been her conscious choice. But instead the words get trapped in her head without finding their way out --- she wouldn’t be able to make him understand, therefore why making the effort. So as always, silence is her only excuse. ❝ Sorry. ❞
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"Where are you from?"
☑ MEME ANSWER ⇥ ACCEPTING
❝ Ukraine. ❞ how nice of her to ask ! she thinks. The naive smile forming on the younger one’s features reflects her surprise. She feels the need to elaborate, digits take a break from typing. ❝ Well, from a small town, you wouldn’t know it. It’s up, in the east side. There was war when I left. ❞ she proceeds with an odd lighthearted carelessness in her voice, as the smile lingers. Going back is not in the plans. Gaze shifts back to the screen of her laptop, back to work. ❝ I like it here ! You have a nice weather. ❞
Introduction Starters
“Does this shop always have such long lines?"
"Chicago really is the windy city, isn't it!"
"How are you doing today?"
"Have you guys been having any trouble with the Wi-Fi?"
"That dish looks great! What is it? I might have to order it for myself."
"Where are you from?"
"Are you new here?"
"Welcome!"
"I'm sorry to be a bother but could you tell me the time?"
"So... this weather, huh? *Insert awkward laugh*"
"Have you guys found a place to put your coats/bags, or are we just holding on to them?"
"What kind of drink is that?"
"Aren't you a little young to be here by yourself?"
"Aren't you a little old to be here?"
"You guys look like you're having the most fun in the room, mind if I join this conversation?"
"Oh my gosh! Did you just see what happened?"
"Excuse me, but are you a model?"
*Looks over to the person on my left* "I hope I die peacefully in my sleep, like my grandfather. Not screaming and yelling like the passengers in his car."
"Is this seat taken?"
"Can I buy you a drink?"
"That is a lovely name, are you named after someone?"
"Hello, do you work here?"
"I'm sorry but could you help me with something?"
"Hey there beautiful! People call me [Name] but you can call me tonight ;)"
"Do you mind if we share a cab?"
"Excuse me? I'm sorry to bother you but you have toilet paper stuck to the bottom of your shoe... here let me get it."
"Hi, I'm [name]"
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animuspcrditus:
HE WAS QUICK TO SHAKE his head, stopping her mid-sentence. ‘ please do not apologize about that, it is fine. ’ marcus reached out and gently cup her cheek with his palm, his thumb softly brushing over her skin. he gave her a reassuring smile before his hand dropped back to his side. emotions aside, marcus rational force stepped into the foreground. ‘ do you want to take a hot shower or a bath maybe ? I can take care of the rest. ’
Instantly she shakes her head in a faint protest. It’s just another one of her many whims ; unfounded, irrational. ❝ No, I want to touch the rain now. ❞ and as quickly as she burst into his bedroom, she’s out. Rushing down the staircase and out of his reach, driven by a thrill of meaningless excitement. She doesn’t dare to wonder why, all that matters is the feeling of wet drops crashing against her hair, making her shirt damp and tight against humid skin; she laughs. ❝ Marc ! Come out, come here with me ! ❞