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[draveline]

elliotxdavies​:

Location: Her home in Engleton Time: 4:45 pm For: @draveline

Fuck. Glancing in the rear view mirror, Elliot smoothed over his ever-growing beard, seeing then that it was highly overdo for a trim. He took pride, however, in knowing that at only twenty-five he was able to fully grow one, in such a short period of time. He especially welcomed it, since it concealed the large scar on his chin that he received from a lovely barbed wired fence - hurt like hell too. He’d hate for Avie to see that, to share that side of him, which often brings him a sense of shameful memories. 

It was poor judgment on his part, letting his selfish nature get the better of him, despising anyone who felt the need to disrupt his peace with malicious words. 

Why couldn’t he just walk away, why couldn’t he just ignore it? Truth was, he didn’t want to in those moments. He wanted to feel pain, welcomed it even. But also wanted to dish it out, if needed. Glancing over at the sunflowers on the passenger side seat, he remembered he’d keep up his good image for the sake of her - not wanting his big sister to look at him any differently than the little brother she had once held so long ago. Finally taking the flowers into his hand, he opened the truck door to step out of, before shutting it behind him. 

Inching the few steps to her front door, he stopped, ruffling a hand through his long locks to push them back the best he could, trying his best to appear presentable and grateful for the dinner invite. He finally knocked, the back of his knuckles gently tapping at the door, nervously waiting for her to appear and cleared his throat - a nervous tick it was becoming nowadays. 

She’d set the table six times. It was never perfect. It didn’t need to be perfect, she knew that, but she wanted to show Elliot that she’d gotten her shit together. That she’d broken free of the cycle of neglectful addicts who’d raised them, and their parents and grandparents. As far back as Avie had found in their family tree (which was a lot, given how many DNA tests and genealogy searches she’d done while looking for her brother) there were generation after generation of nomadic free spirits. It sounded romantic on paper, but Avie had lived it, and knew that this kind of freedom never came free. 

Tonight, she’d finally get to learn about where Elliot had been, and who had raised him, and how. She’d been wondering for decades now. The worse possibilities had kept her up at night with worry, but the more hopeful scenarios had sometimes been her only solace on the darkest loneliest days.

She checked the oven again and poured the wine, straightened the glasses, and pouted at the table. Beautifully set for two, but it was missing something. Maybe it was just missing Elliot. There was a knock at the door, and she instantly brightened up. She basically teleported over to open it, unable to get there fast enough for her quick-beating heart. Bouncing with excitement, she didn’t even give herself a second to check that it wasn’t the mailman or something, she was just jumping into his arms. 

After a moment, she caught herself, blushed and cleared her throat nervously. “I’m sorry... I mean, welcome! I mean, I’m so happy to see you, thank you so much for coming, are those sunflowers?” She wondered if he remembered the sunflowers or if it was just a beautiful coincidence. Either way, this was definitely in the top five best nights of her life. “I mean... hi. Come in. I’ve made a roast, is that alright?” She said, absentmindedly fixing his hair on their way through the door.

[leonardecaprio]

[sleepinnyc]

[thegoodvybe]

[seashellronan]

i can be obsessed with romance and also be totally fine on my own it’s called having depth and dimension and being in denial

[draveline]

rupcrt​:

Leave it to Avie to find an adorable loophole. Even Roo, who’d like to believe he’s fixed in his unsmiling, world-weary ways, can’t help but crack a smile at the performance. It’s faint – a feather-light betrayal of a smile that he makes sure to suppress when he notices its existence – but it’s something. Smiling has never come easily to him, but even less so with the current trajectory of his life. He cannot, in all good faith, find anything to be happy about most days. He’s massively missing Athena, missing Felix, and feeling more trapped by his circumstances than ever before. What is there to possibly smile about?

Naturally, he has nobody to blame for any of it but himself; he’s the architect of his own misery and Roo’s acutely aware of that, but the absence of Felix and Athena has snuffed out the little light his life once held. Avie’s ability to momentarily make it flicker back on is worth more to Roo than he’d ever be able – or willing – to articulate.

“Fair play. That was nauseatingly charming.” Nauseatingly charming is about as complimentary as he’s capable of being, his shoulders rising into a half-hearted shrug. “Truth, I guess?” It feels like the lesser of two evils; his brutal – and usually unsolicited – honesty could potentially work in his favour for once, too.

“Nauseatingly charming is my middle name,” she said, trying to keep up her smile despite the heartwrenching sadness in Roo’s eyes. She’d hoped to make him laugh, or at least smile, even for a moment, but she wasn’t sure she had. At least the kids hadn’t been too traumatized. Not a total loss, then.

He asked for Truth, and she had to think. She wanted him to talk to her, but she wanted him to want to. She couldn’t come out and ask something too forward. One didn’t just run at a skittish nervous bird, you had to let it come to you. So they walked in silence for a little while, which wasn’t the worst thing. Roo was the kind of person you could be silent with and have it be okay.

“Okay... truth. If you knew that you had about... a weekend left on earth, what would you do with it?”

[draveline]

2, 14, 15

what was the best thing in your character’s life?

Elliot. And then the memory of Elliot. And then the potential of him. The Elliot in her daydreams, where he was happy with a loving family and a million friends who adored him and kept him safe. Now it’s the real Elliot, who breaks her heart into a thousand pieces... but she loves him more than all the daydream/memory/potential versions put together.

@elliotxdavies

how does the image your character tries to project differ from the image they actually project?

I love this question. She tries very hard to seem elegant and put together and kind. The last one comes through. Sometimes she can look elegant, but she can never manage to act it. Sometimes she actually is put together - her life is going almost entirely as she planned it - but she projects an image of bumbling awkwardness anyway, because that’s who she is at the core.

what is your character afraid of?

Everything? But also nothing. She imagines that the worst has already happened. Her heart has been broken so many times she can put it back together blindfolded and backwards, so she almost doesn’t fear breaking it again. But then, she knows that heartbreak can come from unexpected places. People you didn’t even know you’d given your heart to can shatter it completely.

[draveline]

11, 13, 15

for what would your character give their life?

Oh, a lot of things. Not silly things or anything, but if a situation presented itself to jump in front of a bullet or something to save someone else, no matter who it was, she’d probably do it. She’d run into a burning fire for someone else’s cat. Not the smartest move, probably, but I don’t think she’d think about it for long enough not to.

what does your character pretend or try to care about?

She’s still British at her core, so her instinct is to politely listen to the ramblings on of talkative Americans. Sometimes, of course, their stories are interesting, but most of the time they are incredibly dull, and she just wants to get back to work, but Barbara’s daughter’s wedding plans must be explained in great detail to the veterinarian, of all people.

what is your character afraid of?

Fish. Sounds ridiculous, and it is, but they are creepy and slimy and she will not swim in the ocean because what if one swam up to her? No thank you, she will stay on the beach.

[draveline]

4, 12, 15!!!

what seemingly insignificant memories stuck with your character?

Staying over at a friends’ houses in elementary school and marveling at parents who tucked their children into bed and kissed their heads and said they loved them. Luca, when they were first dating, bringing an umbrella to her at work because it was raining and he knew she was going to walk home. Singing lullabies to baby Elliot even after she knew he couldn’t hear her. 

what are your character’s major flaws?

I’ve said her awkwardness and her guarded-ness, but she’s stubborn as hell, too. If she wants something she will get it, which is admirable at times, but she does not let things go. She wouldn’t let go of her terrible marriage for seven years. She had been holding a painful grudge against her parents for twenty years. If she sees something as important, she will stick with it until she dies.

what is your character afraid of?

Being vulnerable? Falling in love again? Little things too, like ghosts and spiders, but mostly the idea that she could give up her heavily guarded heart and put it in the hands of someone who could shatter it. She’s spent so much time putting it back together.

[funeralmarketsuperstore-deactiv]

shouts out to my fellow nonsense ladies rambling aimlessly about who knows what

[draveline]

tony-lyckholm​:

She fell silent. He fucking panicked.

Oh fuck.

Tony had said the wrong thing. He had let on too much. He told her that he liked her and now she felt disgusted and he felt mortified. Mild shock was visibly drawn across her face. At this moment he wanted the earth to open up beneath him and swallow him whole. But instead, all Tony could do was stand there, soaking in her stare and the cruel fucking silence.

Then her features softened and yielded and her cheeks instantly flushed pink like a pretty flower he couldn’t name, and every part of her sprung to life. She turned to hide briefly in the most gentle way, he noticed. Aveline was now… smiling? It wasn’t until he felt the luxury of his muscles unstraining throughout his body that he realized every part of him had tensed up. The pressure in his chest dissolved a little. He took notice of the way her eyes would nearly disappear, thinned out into crinkled slits when she smiled big. Her eyes, lips, and entire soul smiled. She was so pretty, he thought. Flares of heat sparked across his face now, almost as if teasing him for the thought.

Tony hung back momentarily, allowing himself to reel from his previously humiliated — then panicked, then intimidated, then excited state — battling the smile that was threatening to break out. A weak, crooked upturn of a corner of his mouth formed instead of the smiled he intended to offer her. Then it snuffed out as quickly as it had surfaced.

Tonight?

Everything began spinning fast and he felt his stomach drop down to the ground. The uneasiness traveled through Tony’s veins but never yet reached his face — eyes remained steady on Aveline. He assumed she’d need time to think about his offer, at the very least. But no, she’d decided instantly. Tonight wasn’t far off. It struck him rudely, painfully, that he smelled of sweat and cigarettes right now. Untidy scruff was strewn around his throat like scraggly vines climbed up a wall — a shave certainly wouldn’t have hurt either. While he usually didn’t give two shits about his appearance, this wasn’t how he wanted to spend his first date with her. 

“Tonight.” The word slipped suddenly from his lips, thoughtlessly. This really wasn’t the conversation he thought would conspire either. The ending he’d imagined was catastrophic, honestly. Regrettable even. There was a beat of silence between them before he continued, his voice retaining its quietness. “I’m free tonight, too.” 

“Tonight,” she said, just as quietly as he did, before realizing that now they were just standing there staring at each other, throwing the same word back and forth like a badminton birdie. As though if they said it enough times it would start to make sense. Tonight. They were going on a date. Tony. And Aveline. On a date. Tonight.

It still seemed surreal.

“Oh, what time is it?” she asked suddenly, snapped out of the tonight-trance to look at her watch in a slight panic. “Shit, I’ve got to head back to work. I’m off at 5, though. And then I can... clean myself up a little,” she blushed, quickly writing down her address and mobile number in case he didn’t have them, and handed them over. 

She looked at him for a moment before she left, just taking him in, trying to memorize the moment in case it was fleeting. “Please don’t run away again, okay? I’ll just keep chasing you if you do. But I promise, I’m not scary.”

---

She went back to work and had to tell her coworkers that the reason for her constant smiling was because of the adorable puppies in room 3, and no other reason at all, and no, the reason did not have a name. As she left work she gave in and told them that the reason’s name started with a T, which was apparently enough for their gossipy heads to start spinning.

---

At home, she walked the dogs, fed them, showered and then decided it had been long enough and decided to give Tony a call while she did her makeup and hair for the evening. Might as well find out where they were going, at least. As the phone rang, she paused, lipstick halfway to her face, suddenly nervous that he had decided this whole thing was a terrible idea and had chosen to ghost her instead. 

[draveline]

emwlsh​:

Where: The Park 

With: Open @devinstonestarters​

With all that Emily had going on in her life at the moment, she truly appreciated the few free hours that she had to spend at the park with Gemma. She was growing so quickly and loved exploring new things, which Emily was fully supportive of. She couldn’t believe her baby would be two years old this year. Of course, as soon as Emily briefly looked away to put one of Gemma’s toys back in the diaper bag, the little girl toddled towards the nearest person and started to get in their personal space. 

Once Emily noticed, she quickly followed after her daughter. “Gemma, leave them alone please. We shouldn’t bother people,” she said, scooping the baby girl up into her arms. “I’m so sorry! She’s quite a curious child and doesn’t have a good concept of boundaries yet,” she laughed. 

Aveline, though not a mother herself yet, was very used to toddlers and children coming to talk to her. She assumed it was either her cartoonish features or the fact that she was small like them that made kids feel safe around her. Better her than someone dangerous, she always thought. This particular toddler had been waddling or smiling or gesturing toward Avie on several occasions over the last year or so, and she recognized the kid immediately.

“Oh, never apologize for Gem, she’s my bestest best friend,” she said, beaming at both of the beautiful girls in front of her. “Come, sit down, I have this whole picnic table to myself just waiting for you. Unless you’re in a rush... but I’d love to catch up. I swear I thought I heard her try to say my name. Or something like “Aven”, which I’ve decided is my name, don’t tell me if it’s just nonsense babbling,” she laughed.

[draveline]

1 + 12 !!

what would completely break your character?

It’s tough, because she has been completely broken a couple of times. So it would take a lot more to completely break her again, because she’s toughened, and put walls up, and her heart is guarded. But I feel like now that she’s finally, after years of searching, got her little brother back in her life... losing him would break her. She would be inconsolable if she were to lose him now.

what are your character’s major flaws?

She is extremely awkward. Yes, it’s adorable a lot of the time, but speaking before thinking has gotten her into trouble many times. Sometimes she can laugh it off, but in some situations it just ruins everything, and then she can never look a person in the eyes again. A problem.

She’s also very guarded. She has a lot of love to give, and she gives it freely to friends and to animals, so she seems very loving. But she doesn’t trust people. She doesn’t get disappointed or angry or even very sad when someone hurts her, because she expects it. And that’s just really sad.

[sagamemes]

crucial muse development questions.   send a number in my inbox to find out more about my character as a person  ( because often, the most important things about character development have nothing to do with their shoe size or netflix queue ).

what would completely break your character?

what was the best thing in your character’s life?

what was the worst thing in your character’s life?

what seemingly insignificant memories stuck with your character?

does your character work so they can support their hobbies or use their hobbies as a way of filling up the time they aren’t working?

what is your character reluctant to tell people?

how does your character feel about sex?

how many friends does your character have?

how many friends does your character want?

what would your character make a scene in public about?

for what would your character give their life?

what are your character’s major flaws?

what does your character pretend or try to care about?

how does the image your character tries to project differ from the image they actually project?

what is your character afraid of?

[thesassybunnies]

Cute baby bunnies think the Golden retriever is their mother 🥺🐶🐇 

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[thesassybunnies]

A bunny enjoying the sights 

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