desertblvsh.

[desertblvsh]

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[seeingstcrs]

In another life, she might have made a good actress with just how hard she worked to keep her true emotions off of her face, whilst also looking like she wasn't doing anything at all. It would've been so easy to smirk or look smug as she got the answers she wanted, the looks she had been aiming for with this particular plan, but instead, she gave nothing away, as if she wasn't offering herself up on a platter completely.

"Pleasure to meet you, Roman Banks." Luckily for her, it had been long enough since they had seen each other on the social scene that he seemed to buy that he didn't know her, that he didn't actually recognise her. "Why waste time? We only live one life. We could either spend it shouting small talk over the music or we could have some fun with it." As he stood, Sloane finally allowed herself a little smirk, one that worked in the situation. She quickly finished her drink before turning on her stool, accepting his hand as she stood up. "Sure you're ready for that?" She walked towards the dance floor then, beginning to move her hips as they reached it and she turned back to face him. "So am I dealing with someone who can dance, or no?"

[desertblvsh]

"Confident," he said, smirking at her. "I can respect that." Without so much as a shred of hesitation, Roman followed her onto the dancefloor like a moth to a fucking flame. It seemed his bland, sad little evening had taken an interesting turn, and a much needed one at that. He didn't want to think about how sensible he had to be for once.. with all the pressure lately, he'd been super hard on himself and.. the woman was interesting to say the least. "You really wanna know? Don't say I didn't warn you," he said, taking a step closer with the beat, doing his stupid little dance in the hopes of making her laugh. A grin tugged at his lips before it softened as he looked at her properly now, his gaze flicking over her for a second as he reached her and then paused, the humour dropping away as a brief seriousness settled over him. Roman reached for her waist, then, his hand settling lightly as he drew her in just enough to close the space between them, his movement falling into the music as he leaned in close, his lips hovering near her ear. "You tell me."

[nevermindcrs]

🌧️ 🎐 💤 (ozan)

[ 🌧️ ]ㅤ.ㅤis there a pain they refuse to heal from ?

while he's trying to heal from the psychological and emotional damage brought on by his father's cold and cruel expectations, he's having a difficult time genuinely allowing himself to do so. even more so now that he's in sedona and is trying to put a big distance between himself and the lifestyle he's known for all of his life. he does want to be a better man, but he's struggling with internal conflict. if he does move on from the company, if he allows himself to heal from his father's reign, then it means everything that he did (destroying his marriage, uprooting his son's life, just being a terrible person) was for nothing. it means that he did those awful things for absolutely nothing and in a way, it almost feels like his father still wins? because he's lost his marriage and that was the only genuine thing in his life.

[ 🎐 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they have a sound, like a song or voice, that they associate with peace ?

nadia's ( @desertblvsh ) singing voice, or anytime her voice drops to a soft pitch. she has talked him down from so many things over the years. from arguments with his father, to arguments between them. it was the quiet moments after the storm that brought him the most peace. in fact, it might be the only peace he's ever known.

[ 💤 ]ㅤ.ㅤhow do they sleep ? curled up, sprawled, holding onto something ?

he doesn't sleep well. he's notorious for falling asleep while reading. whether it's a physical book pressed against his chest, or his phone or tablet. it helps him get tired and he rarely catches himself in time to properly put anything away. his sleeping style was different with nadia. he'd sleep pressed into her, or holding her to him.

[sunsetfumes]

it was taking a moment for paige's brain to catch up, to understand that the grownup nadia in front of her didn't fully seem to remember their history. the blonde had been unawares of her long time ago friend's memory issues stemming from that night, the brunette had left town after the accident and loss. paige had wondered where she'd gone to, had looked for her even because support through the aftermath would've done wonders. especially with elliott having pulled away from her. "yeah...i was," she confirmed, the buffering comment should've clued her in better but it hadn't resonated until after she'd said, "i pulled ya from the car." then there was a flinch at her brow, the memory suddenly so vivid as it were something that hadn't changed their lives nearly two decades prior. it was clear they were just going through the motions of conversation following revelations, but paige followed the flow, somehow subconsciously noting the need for time and pacing with it all for nadia's sake. she didn't seem to live with it every day like paige had been. "ah, fuck," she heaved out a bit of a sigh and her fingers went to rub at her forehead for a second, "i'm real sorry 'bout that, nadia. 'bout your dad." because she knew loss, maybe a little too well, and felt for her friend. "umm...i left for 'bout five years. like eight years ago or somethin'," but who was counting or keeping track, "made a film but then nana passed and pop pop needs lots of care as his alzheimer's gets worse."

[desertblvsh]

Nadia's stomach dropped a little at the words I pulled ya from the car, the sentence hitting her in a way that made her feel a surge of frustration. She could feel the memory tugging at her, like it was on the tip of her tongue, but she couldn't see it. A glimmer.. but not fully. But she knew what Paige was saying was true, her brows pulling together as she processed the 'new' information. "I.. I'm sorry, I don't remember that properly," she admitted quietly, the words tight in her throat as she looked at Paige again, like seeing her harder might somehow bring it back. She'd completely forgotten they were in the middle of a concert, that there was a drink in her hand.. this was all consuming. "You pulled me out?" That had to be traumatic in itself. Nadia's chest constricted a little at the thought of what this woman had gone through as a young girl.. tears nearly threatened the backs of her eyes as she looked at her. "Thank you," she said gently, dropping her gaze as her mind flicked back to her father. It was harder than she dared to admit. But Paige explaining how she had left, and mentioned her grandparents, gave her a fuller picture and also allowed Nadia to feel a little more comfortable being vulnerable. "I'm sorry about your nana," she added softly. "And your pop pop. I'm sure that's not easy."

[danielaxherrera]

"I know," she clicked her tongue against the roof of her mouth, as if she were equally disappointed in the lack of dental in her faux benefits package she was offering to Roman. "Tough economy out there." She jested, a faint smile playing against her lips. "Food is practically our entire manipulation tactic," she teased once more, her brows lifting slightly. At his question, Daniela glanced briefly down the street before looking back toward him again. "Coffee. Which I probably should reconsider getting based on how much I've already had today, but hey, I like to live a little dangerously." She answered with a quieter laugh. "Care to join? My treat."

[desertblvsh]

His gaze flicked over her briefly, catching the ease in her now compared to when he'd first walked up. Safe to say Roman was glad.. it suited her better like this, less guarded, more herself. "I'm a simple man," he shrugged, a grin tugging at his lips. He slipped his hands into his pockets, rocking back slightly on his heels as she mentioned coffee, considering her invitation. "Alright, I guess I'll join you. Someone has to make sure you don't actually turn into caffeine. Besides, I'm kinda hungry after all that food talk." He glanced around, thinking about what was closeby. "Should we head to Aroma?"

[nevermindcrs]

ozan chuckled at the idea of nadia listening without argument. or maybe she'd reserved all that pushback for him. "i'm glad someone figured out how to get you to listen," he teased lightly, his gaze dropping to the curve on her mouth and how it'd been etched into his memory years ago. still, nothing compared to standing before her and taking it in. a single brow popped, curiosity etching into his features. had she just invited him to a home cooked meal? "i'd like that," he assured, leaving no room for her to question if he'd accept. he didn't care if it sounded too eager or too hopeful. he'd missed her, missed this, and passing on that wasn't something he was capable of any longer.

it was odd how grief could turn someone's world upside down and how everything could change when it shifted right side up again. he'd viewed his father differently, watching as the man continued on his path of business as usual. his jaw tightened as the older man's voice sounded in his head. she's gone, oğlum. we must move on. "i don't want to be," he mumbled quietly, distracted by the memory he couldn't shake. he'd watched in horror as his father greeted colleagues and clients alike, brushing off their condolences like he was tired of hearing them. "i never wanted to be. i wanted what he had, what he promised me from a young age. i thought i had what it took to earn it." he'd done everything right. he'd tossed away the marriage his father had never approved of, watched as she and their child returned back to the place she'd called home long before him. he'd kept a strong front, and for what? all of it to come crumbling down around him?

she called his name and he felt another part of his resolve chipped away. how many old voicemails had he scoured to hear the way it rolled off her tongue? he looked at her, and he let her see him in return. there was no hiding away beneath a cold front, no ironclad mask of indifference. it was just him, a broken man, looking at the only person in the world that had ever made him feel whole. "it could have been different." if he'd tried a little harder, if he'd fought for her the way he should have. he could have spared them pain and heartache, but he'd chose legacy instead. "i don't either. it wasn't all bad." a faint smile ghosted over his mouth to match the curve on hers. as bad as things had gotten between them, they'd still managed to find the good between all the broken cracks of their marriage.

the heir turned into her wrist, his mouth brushing against her skin. it'd been a shift made out of instinct, his body reacting to her touch the only way it knew how. he took in a breath, her perfume filling his head. against every fiber of his being, he turned back to face her, depriving himself of the reprieve he'd found while pressed in close. "i don't know that she would be proud of the man i became." his dark orbs burned with tears, but he didn't shift to swipe them away. he feared losing the touch that was grounding him. "i know that i can be better, dia." for himself. for the world. for their son. for her.

[desertblvsh]

"I'm not saying I listen to anything else she says, but.." she said, a smirk played at her lips. It felt so easy being around him again, around someone who knew her, inside and out. When he'd agreed to come around to her abuela's for a night of cooking, she'd genuinely thought he'd laugh it off, brush it away like it was a silly idea. But he'd said yes, just like that, no hesitation.. it unsettled her more than she cared to admit. Was he actually staying in Sedona? Was this some quiet shift he was making, one she'd once upon a time desperately hoped for? She didn't trust how quickly her guard was slipping around him, especially when he looked at her like that. It felt safer to keep it up, but standing there with him made it harder to remember why she ever needed to put her guard up in the first place. "Okay.. I'll, um.. I'll organise it."

She teetered on the edge of saying the things she really wanted to say, and the toned down version of it. She detested his father, but at the same time respected that he was still Ozan's father, despite her own feelings. Her breath wavered, but she held his gaze anyway, nothing if not stubborn enough to convince him. Maybe this time was different? "You're not your father, Ozan. You were raised in his shadow, maybe, but you don't belong to it. I know this because.. you have your mother's heart. And do you know how I know that?" She searched his eyes, then, nothing if not determined to make him see himself the way she did, the way she always had, deep down. "Because you care. Because you feel remorse. Because you actually care about being a good person. Your father never has." It was the gentlest version of the truth she could give him, but still the truth nonetheless.

Nadia's throat tightened at the way he spoke about his father, about the boy he had been trying to become, about everything he'd fought for, and lost, just to feel good enough. "I feel like you earned your place a long time ago." He had worn himself down for years, working, pushing and proving himself in ways that never seemed to end. "Do you think he's going to relinquish control to you?" She'd asked the question she'd probably asked him a thousand times before, during arguments and heated discussions. But she wanted to know whether his answer would be different this time. When he said it could've been different, something in her expression shifted. Was he trying to tell her he'd wished things turned out differently for them, too? "Yeah," she breathed after a moment. "It could've been." Her eyes flicked over his face, taking him in properly, like she was trying to reconcile the husband she knew with the man standing in front of her now. "But we don't get to live in the version where we did everything right. We just get this one."

At his mouth brushing her wrist, her breath caught, something sharp tightening in the pit of her belly. It was so.. gentle, almost disarming, in a way she wasn't sure she'd ever fully associated with Ozan before. Strangely, this moment felt more intimdate than so many others they'd shared whilst married, and that realisation unsettled her more than she wanted to admit. She stayed still, caught in the space between what they were doing, and everything he wasn't saying. When he looked back at her, all dark but soft eyes, something inside her shifted and cracked. "I don't think she expected you to be perfect," Nadia replied softly. "I think she just wanted you to be.. you. Not your father's shadow." Her hand finally slid from his face, reluctant in a way she'd never admit out loud. Maybe she was taking it too far. They were divorced, after all. "Don't punish yourself for the choices you made. If you're trying, that's all that matters."

[nevermindcrs]

ozan: see? still me. ozan: you aren't getting that lucky. ozan: he's a good kid. he makes it easy, doesn't he?

[desertblvsh]

nadia: god forbid you give me a moment of peace nadia: most days. but on the days he pisses me off, just know i blame you :)

[nextchaptcrs]

Elliott: Fuck, not this one!! Elliott: When can I come over and help you look? Elliott: If it's lost for good, I swear.

[desertblvsh]

roman: sorry who's this

[kirazturan]

There was something intriguing about the woman the moment she'd laid eyes upon her, far beyond the fact that she was strickingly beautiful of course. Almost everyone in this town was gorgeous but Nadia had an aura about her. "I like that you're open to trying new things with me." It wasn't exactly what she'd said but it was how Kiraz was going to take it. She flashed her a wink before she reached for her drink and took another swig of it. This was easier than she'd anticipated and while she wondered how far they would take the night, she'd decided the moment they sat down that she was going to see it out. "Still married," the brunette confirmed with a nod of her head while she searched the gaze of the other woman. "Separated." That was most of the time. "We tend to fall back into each other but it's never been something where we discussed getting back together. He used to live outside of town until recently." After a moment, she shook her head and sighed. "Sorry, I didn't mean to get this deep but I didn't want to surprise you later on. I didn't think that would be fair."

[desertblvsh]

Nadia's smile widened immediately at that, reaching her eyes as a laugh escaped her. Warmth crept into her cheeks; that wink certainly didn't help. "Of course. It's gotten me into trouble before, though," she smirked, her gaze lingering on Kiraz for a second longer before the conversation shifted back to the ex. Or husband, rather. The moment Kiraz confirmed they were separated, Nadia visibly relaxed. She was truly trying to be better.. majorly regretting the mistakes she made in her own marriage in the past. She didn't like the person she became during that time. "Okay, good," she admitted with a laugh. "I figured that was the case, but I just needed to check. I've made.. enough mistakes in my life without accidentally becoming part of someone else's marriage." She listened quietly as the brunette explained, knowing it was just as messy as any. To be honest, her own situation with her ex husband was quickly becoming complicated, too. "Don't worry, I can relate. Marriage's.. aren't easy. As long as I'm not involved in getting between a marriage, I'm good." She was on the other end of that and.. it hurt. "But please don't apologise," she shook her head, expression softening. "Honestly I'd rather know now than find out later. And, for what it's worth, I appreciate the honesty."

[sugar-and-spice-roleplay-memes]

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[desertblvsh]

𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐟𝐲 𝐢𝐟 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐧𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐚 𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧 <𝟑

[aedearly]

✎ㅤ. . .ㅤ𝑯𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑪𝑨𝑵𝑶𝑵 𝑸𝑼𝑬𝑺𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵𝑺.

₊˚⊹ ㅤa collection of character analysis/headcanon questions to learn more about your character and your partners'! writing/headcanon prompts requested by anonymous. feel free to edit these as you see fit.

[ 🖐️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat do their hands feel like: soft, calloused, trembling ? [ ☂️ ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they crave touch or fear it ? [ 🎐 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they have a sound, like a song or voice, that they associate with peace ? [ 🕊️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhen did they feel the safest ? [ 💤 ]ㅤ.ㅤhow do they sleep ? curled up, sprawled, holding onto something ? [ 🦇 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat is a fear they never talk about ? [ 🔒 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat is a secret they’ve sworn never to tell ? [ 🪢 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhen was the last time they broke a promise ? [ 🫳 ]ㅤ.ㅤwho do they feel they owe, but never paid back ? [ 💼 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat do they always carry with them ? [ 🧨 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat’s the quickest way to set them off, even if they hide it well ? [ ⛓️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat does guilt feel like to them ? [ 💢 ]ㅤ.ㅤwho have they never forgiven and never will ? [ 🩸 ]ㅤ.ㅤis there something or someone that, if lost, would break them ? [ 🌧️ ]ㅤ.ㅤis there a pain they refuse to heal from ? [ 🪞 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhen have they looked at their reflection and hated what they saw ? [ 📿 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat superstition or ritual do they cling to ? [ 🌊 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhen was the last time they cried ? [ 🐾 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo animals like them instinctively ? [ 🪶 ]ㅤ.ㅤhow do they laugh ? [ 🫀 ]ㅤ.ㅤwho taught them what love is ? did it hurt ? [ 💭 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they believe they’re worthy of being loved ? [ 🎀 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat is their main love language ? [ 🔦 ]ㅤ.ㅤwho do they search for ? [ 📜 ]ㅤ.ㅤis there a story they love sharing with others ? [ 🌒 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they have a dream or goal they have given up on ? [ 🕯️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat memory do they replay when they’re alone ? [ 🌪️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat’s the one choice they regret (not) making ? [ 🧩 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat’s a truth about themselves they refuse to admit ? [ 🍻 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat kind of drunk are they ? [ ✉️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat kind of letter would they write but never send ? [ 🗡️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat is a scar that they have but never talk about ? [ 🕸️ ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they have a favourite lie they like to hear ? [ 🪦 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat would they want on their gravestone but never admit aloud ? [ 🎱 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat kind of future do they crave, and who’s in it ? [ 🌀 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they have a recurring dream or nightmare ? [ 🍃 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they feel like they belong ? [ ⚓ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat does “home” mean to them ? [ 🧭 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhere would they go if they could disappear tomorrow ?

[desertblvsh]

𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐟𝐲 𝐢𝐟 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐧𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐚 𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧 <𝟑

[desertblvsh]

𝑵𝑨𝑫𝑰𝑨'𝑺 𝑺𝑶𝑼𝑵𝑫𝑻𝑹𝑨𝑪𝑲. there's things i wanna say to you, but i'll just let you live. like if you hold me without hurting me, you'll be the first who ever did. there's things i wanna talk about but better not to give. but if you hold me without hurting me, you'll be the first who ever did.

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♫ 𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐧 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 — lana del ray

this song is what i picture as her soundtrack song. if this were a show, it would be her introductory song. it just feels so her.

♫ 𝐥𝐚 𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐚 — ángela aguilar

thissssss is her voice claim. the imagery in this song is just beautiful and ethereal. learn a little more about it here.

♫ 𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐫 𝐞𝐧 𝐜𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐚 — raquel sofía

i picture her voice to be a mix of raquel and angela. and this songgggg. the lyrics! they translate to "and when fear creeps in tonight, tell me, if this world is about to end, just tell me, that love will save us. tell me, that tomorrow you'll always be here." could translate to the time in her marriage where she was fearing it would end.

♫ 𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐚 — carla morrison

suuuuuuch a beautiful lullaby about pure, unconditional love. carla originally wrote it for a friend's baby girl, the core message of the track being a parental promise to watch over, protect and sing to a child so they can sleep peacefully without any worries. this song is an ode to her being a momma to tomás.

♫ 𝐬𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐚 — the marías

like cinnamon girl, this just gives nadia vibes. but the meaning of the song hits deep, too, mourning the loss of a potential future.

♫ 𝐡𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐚 𝐥𝐚 𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐳 — natalia lafourcade

this song title translates to 'down to the root', and is an anthem of self love, emotional resilience, and connection to one's origins. no matter how much you grow or where life takes you, you carry your memories, culture and loved ones deep inside you forever, and this just fits nadia so well 😭

♫ 𝐥𝐚 𝐦𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐚 𝐯𝐮𝐞𝐥𝐭𝐚 — luis miguel

luis miguel was someone her father would constantly play growing up, and so now at the motel you'll find her playing a lot of her father's old records, including this one. it makes her feel a sense of nostalgia but also closer to her papá.

♫ 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐧 — taylor swift

is it even my character's sound track if i don't add a little taylor to it? this one's for ozan, and the heartbreak over their relationship ending. it was a once in twenty lifetimes connection that made nadia feel seen and chosen. she still carries the weight of what they were, even knowing that betrayal and infidelity ultimately unravelled something she thought would last forever.

♫ 𝐥𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 — britney spears

from the outside, people probably have seen her over the years living her best damn life. it seemed like she had everything. but this song reflects the disconnect between how others see her and how she actually feels. beneath the surface, she's struggling with her identity, the loss of her memories, and the loneliness of not even fully knowing herself anymore. and, the pain of everything she's lost in the last few years.

♫ 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 (𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐞) — simple minds

a song she loves to dance to. in fact she loves a good 80s song.. (this one somehow makes it onto every one of my character's playlists, sue me).

♫ 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐞𝐬 — the la's

another soundtrack song <3 i picture this playing over her driving around or walking around town.

♫ 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 — elton john

i know all you off campus lovers will 👀 me but i had to tack this on. her karaoke song for real.

[desertblvsh]

[desertblvsh]

｡･ ˚ ✧｡ 𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒓.

𝑹𝑬𝑪𝑰𝑷𝑰𝑬𝑵𝑻 ⸺ @mclancolia 𝑺𝑬𝑻𝑻𝑰𝑵𝑮 ⸺  verde valley high

Nadia told herself she was just here for five minutes. In and out. She had the contractors coming to the motel this afternoon and she couldn't miss it. Verde Valley High was exactly as she remembered it, and at the same time, not at all so. Things had changed, sure, but her memory was as fractured as it had been for much of her life now. She'd found the classroom easily enough, though, after being directed by the office staff, and sat scrolling on her phone completely distracted. "Mrs.. Torres?" Well, that garnered her attention. She looked up at the owner of the voice and blinked once, twice. He was young, younger than she expected. She didn't know whether she was more distracted by that, or the way he'd addressed her, or how attractive he was. Cougar. "Uh—Miss Torres. Sorry, Nadia. Just Nadia is fine." Not at all fucking embarrassing or anything. She held out her hand to him now, realising she was being rude. "You're Tomas' history teacher?"

[mclancolia]

" okay ---- serious question , " he started , with the usual shit eating grin that he possessed when he spoke to roman. the two didn't necessarily seem to run in the same circles but it wasn't like the other had much of a choice given his reputation. " do you wash your head using body wash or do you still use shampoo ? " he quickly closed his lips to supress whatever laughter dared to escape. " i'm genuinely curious just because you know --- you're head's really shiny , you must take care of that dome of yours real well. "

@desertblvsh. (roman)

[desertblvsh]

That kid and his damn shit eating grin. He knew as soon as he looked at him that something was coming out of his mouth that was intended to piss him off.. but unluckily for Luke, Roman didn't get rage baited easily. Except about— "Not again," he muttered under his breath. Luke's comments would surely be the death of him someday. "You walked all the way over here," Roman continued, nodding slightly like he was following along with a very sad documentary, "to ask me about my shower routine." Baffled, to say the least. "I've told you time and time again, Sullivan. This," he pointed to said bald head, "is a choice." A weighted sigh escaped Roman as he went on, like he was repeating himself for the fiftieth time. "I wash my head with shampoo, by the way. Like a fully functioning adult. You should try it sometime."

[kirazturan]

"There isn't any worry about taking charge." Kiraz knew how to do that but she knew the fun of allowing someone else to take charge here and there as well. "But if you want me to take the lead then you'll have to say that and I'll gladly take all the reigns and control." Her gaze settled upon Nadia for a moment before she felt the corners of her lips creep up slightly. The woman was an easy distraction and someone she was eager to get to know in every way she was allowed to. "The fling isn't much of a problem. He was an inconvenience and still is whenever I run into him because he's chosen to stick around. The ex, however, is a different issue. We're still married." Perhaps something that Nadia should know about her now that they were on a date.

[desertblvsh]

Nadia's brows lifted slightly at that, the confidence in Kiraz's tone pulling a slow, intrigued smile back onto her lips. "Well, I'm not exactly shy to ask for what I want. But I like the idea of switching it up. Keeps things interesting," she murmured, catching her lower lip with her teeth, holding the woman's gaze. Nadia was open to anything and everything, including exploring whatever this was. However, the humour faded just a fraction at the next part, especially when Kira clarified about the ex. She blinked once or twice, and then let out an almost disbelieving laugh as she set her drink down. "Still married," she repeated, basically testing the words on her tongue. "That's definitely complicated. Been there.." And she sure as hell knew complicated, especially when it came to marriage, but there was one teensy concern she had.. "Okay.. just to clarify.. separated, right?" Kiraz had mentioned he was an 'ex', but Nadia had to make sure. She didn't want to be on the other end of the mistakes she used to make in her own marriage. She wasn't that person, not anymore.

[respairs]

BELLA: exactly, that's why I'm waiting on the video BELLA: Thanks, you've just bumped horizon to the top of my list. I gotta start snooping around. BELLA: Those reporters are out of their depth and desperate. This is why people think of us as vultures BELLA: I know this isn't you. You're a lot of things Ro, but arsonist isn't one of them. BELLA: This entire thing just reads like a toddler throwing a tantrum to me

[desertblvsh]

roman: thank you. that means a lot. roman: ever since the voicemail with my mom and the reverend leaked, eyes have been looking this way and it's been kinda shit tbh roman: kind of unbelievable anyone would go to these lengths