SHE ROSE.

❝ look at her. for once in your entire life, LOOK at her, and see the fangs in her smile. because she was n e v e r soft, like you thought. all this time, she was a wolf and you tried to imagine her into a sheep.

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&.   ´   .     ･     ╰        NICOLÁS MORENO  ;

he wouldn’t consider himself a social person. he knows how to fake it perfectly well, smiling and joining in on the conversations – but the reality was that he preffered to be alone most of the time. ❝ wrinkles ?? ❞ he frowns. ❝ it’s from all the stress you all give me. ❞ he teases, offering a lopsided smile. ❝ yeah – i definitely need a drink. ❞

     a long time ago  ,  she was a  DIFFERENT  girl.  open  ,  carefree  ,  happy.  but something changed the night of the accident.  a piece of her heart was  taken  with her brother  ,  she became careful in the way she holds herself  ,  the way she treats others.  it’s a  habit  she’s finding it hard to get out of.  ❛  stress  ?  &  here i was thinking that all you do is laze away in an office.  ❜  she laughs a little  ,  amber  hues rolling.

[cindykimberlys]

[renee--rapp]

It’s like all my life everyone has always told me you’re a shoe, you’re a shoe, you’re a shoe. And then today I just stopped and said what if I don’t want to be a shoe?

[ingridbergman-deactivated202001]

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&.   ´   .     ･     ╰        YVES VENERO  ;

        destructive. toxic and injurious behaviours seem to be the two things that mould into him so organically ,  like the instinct of a child learning to crawl to its mother. he hadn’t always been like this ,  and while losing NOEL played a huge part ,  the truth was that is was a combination of things that had shaped him  ;  always moving and never staying at one place ,  the loss of friendships ,  noel and the baby. consequently ,  like a mousetrap ,  he became a facade  —  a coating of wicked pernicious ,  alongside harsh words. in its own way ,  it’s a defence mechanism  —  after all ,  you can’t be heartbroken when you never put your heart out so willingly on the line ,  right  ?  he ISN’T thinking and perhaps that’s the most dangerous thing ,  after all ,  yves is a careful thinker  ;  each action and inaction has an equal or greater reaction and he simply cannot afford a second where every denominominator hadn’t been weighed up. he’s not thinking now and perhaps ,  that’s why he can be so honest.  ❛  you say that now ,  ❜  words submerged in a tired dissapointment ,  eyes flickering down at her before he pushes her hand off his face with a gentleness that’s unexpected ,  ❛  … but that’s a lie. you’ll leave  ;   everyone leaves. that’s the curse i live with for eternity. it’s my punishment for having everything but still feeling unsatisfied.  ❜

     her life has never been permanent.  she’s never had a  HOME  ,  or been to a school.  since she was little she understood that for her father to be committed to his family as well as work  ,  they had to travel with him.  jumping from country to  country.  week in week out  ,  their luxury suites never being enough to please her.  they never lived anywhere  ,  only in the hartono hotels.  she didn’t have time to make  friends.  in fact  ,  the only person saving her from her loneliness was her brother  ,  but when he was stripped away from her she lost a part of herself that she held onto so tightly  ;  her strength.  so she hid from it  ,  the grief.  acted as if it didn’t exist but she can feel it building in her stomach  ,  ready to explode.  she takes a step back  ,  respecting  his wishes for some space.  if he needs her warmth  ,  he’ll get it himself.  ❛  that’s where you’re wrong.  i’m not everyone.  ❜  she feels  EXPOSED  ,  like the satin gold nightgown she’s wearing is no longer there  &  he’s seeing what lies beneath all her scarred skin  &  imperfections.  ❛  i know what it’s like to be  left  ,  yves.  why do you think i’ve never—  ❜  she cuts herself off  ,  hands rubbing her arms for some form of comfort.  ❛  come on.  i’ll make us some hot chocolate to sober you up a bit  ,  then you can get some rest.  ❜  she  turns  on her heels  ,  wondering if he’ll follow or if he’ll leave like everyone else does.

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&.   ´   .     ･     ╰        ASPEN PIERCE  ;

ASPEN: um, okay… whatever you want to do ! ASPEN: but i didn’t say something wrong or offended you, right ? ASPEN: because if i did i am so sorry i didn’t mean to !

ADRIANA  ;  offended me  ?  honey  ,  no ADRIANA  ;  u’re just too much

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&.   ´   .     ･     ╰        YVES VENERO  ;

     he knows better than to lash out at her ,  though he barely has enough control in his body to stand straight ,  yet alone to restrict himself from vocalising the agonising pain that DRENCHED his soul. it’s why the concept of alcohol is so powerfully poisonous to him ,  because despite the twenty three years of holding in his emotions  —  less than a cups worth of tequila later ,  his facade is completely gone. he’s cussing at her ,  at her lack of affection though he knows better (  at least when sober ) that he’s more or less simply angry at himself and simply unable to communicate it. he has a long list of apologies owed  ;  for yelling at his driver and threatening to fire him if he didn’t take him to adriana’s residence ,  the bouncer who tried to keep his fists off another guy ,  his PR team ,  his security team but more importantly ,  the innocent brunette who for a moment ,  had been his emotional punching bag. frustration was mistaken for anger ,  and had he been anywhere near SOBER ,  he’d hit himself for such behaviour. he’s not really listening to her ,  if he’s honest. yves is barely capable of articulating a well reasoned sentence ,  yet alone the capacity to listen to her change in mood and the tender tones he hadn’t yet known.  ❛  i’m just ,  ❜  a heavy breath ,  works spilling of their own accord ,  ❛  … i have no one and NOTHING. and i’m just ,  so unhappy.  ❜

     she’s not soft  ,  she’s not weak.  in fact  ,  she’s very rarely  kind.  adriana hartono is a hurricane.  she doesn’t fix  ,  she destroys everything in her wake in order to stay alive.  she could bring a  GROWN  man to his knees with a smile  &  then stab him in the back a minute later.  she’s not a good person by any standard  ,  but right now she’s showing a tenderness that she hasn’t shown in  years.  a weakness that she forgot existed.  but as her gaze brushes over his handsome features  ,  she sees something that perhaps she never saw  BEFORE.  he’s not cruel  ,  he’s not a bad person  —  not like he comes across as.  he’s just a boy.  sweet  ,  vulnerable  ,  &  expressing such a  rawness  that it’s like looking in a mirror.  perhaps that’s why she called him that night  ,  because even though the circumstances of their friendship were difficult  DIFFICULT  ,  he has the same hidden look in his eyes that she does.  she pushes herself up a little by her tip-toes  ,  so that they’re level.  his eyes are blue  ,  swimming.  &  she fights to keep them locked on hers.  ❛  you’re probably going to  forget  most of this come morning  ,  but if you’re going to remember anything  ,  remember this.  ❜  she brushes a thumb across his cheekbone  ,  gently  ,  before smiling.  ❛  you have me.  whenever it gets too much  ,  whenever it doesn’t.  you have me  &  i’m not going  anywhere.  ❜

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&.   ´   .     ･     ╰        ASPEN PIERCE  ;

       “i– i never said everyone is kind and flowery– i think everyone has a bad and good side but that’s exactly it. they have both– not just one. i just prefer to look at the good side instead of just the bad,” aspen informed her as she turned her head aside to look through the window at the street around her. “i guess we will just have to see once we get to the store, right ?” aspen questioned, moving to smile at adriana.

     ❛  it’s that sort of thinking that will get you  HURT  ,  sweetie.  expect the worse to get the best  ,  otherwise you’ll just get let down.  ❜  the brunette shrugs  ,  starting to steer towards the  mall  as they near it.  she recalls when she first came here  ,  years ago when her family were visiting the hotel she currently resides in.  it brings a smile to her lips.  ❛  there’s a lot you need to  learn  ,  little one.  ❜

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&.   ´   .     ･     ╰        ASPEN PIERCE  ;

ASPEN: manipluation ? you meant manipulation right ? ASPEN: but i suppose i get it now.. ASPEN: …..did i say something wrong ?

ADRIANA  ;  i’m gonna pretend u didn’t just say that ADRIANA  ;  u say a lot of thing sweetie

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&.   ´   .     ･     ╰        YVES VENERO  ;

      ivory skin suddenly shivers at the feeling of the warm air gushing from inside ,  ironically too considering how comfortable he felt in the COLD. for a second ,  everything elapses in slow motion ,  his mind screaming at him to reach over and touch the tanned melanin he’d been thinking about all night. but he doesn’t ,  shutting off the devil on his right side for the first time in the last eight hours because yves venero is stupid while drunk  —  though he knows his limits when there’s signs that he’s not welcomed. and perhaps ,  that’s WHY he feels so bruised by her words and the caution in her tone. he’s been there all along ,  and for a moment  ;  he needed her ,  though she didn’t want to throw the lifevest. he understands though ,  knowing that by sunrise  —  he’ll be less angry about it. but while the devilish voice in his head has power than his usual esteem ,  alongside the liquor coursing through his system  ;  he’s ready to lash out.  ❛  you know what  ?  FUCK YOU. i’ve been here for you all along ,  you know  ?  and now ,  when i need you for one fucking moment you’re going to push me away ,  again  ?  fine. have your way ,  ❜  he spits cruel remarks ,  knowing very well that it’s more frustration than actual anger ,  taking a step away from her ,  away from the luxury of her penthouse ,  ❛  … but just so you know ,  i WON’T be going home. haven’t had one in twenty three years and i don’t see that changing.  ❜

     she can count the amount of times she’s felt so  exposed  on one hand.  the times where she felt guilt eating away at her stomach  ,  like a worm rotting away at her core.  he always seemed so  hardened  ,  like nothing can touch him so her immediate reaction is to flinch at the words that leave his lips  ,  at the amount of conviction she hears.  he’s just drunk  ,  she tells herself.  as if it’ll make it easier to  LISTEN.  ❛  yves  ,  you’re drunk.  you think you need me but you’ll wake up in the morning regretting it  ,  ❜  the words sting as they leave her lips  ,  but they’re the truth.  or what she perceives them to be  ,  anyway.  he needs more than what she can offer  ;  she won’t let him be pulled into the tragedy that is her life.  but the sight of him backing away has her moving  closer  ,  legs shifting beyond her control.  she frowns up at him  ,  dainty hands reaching to hold his face.  ❛  i’m sorry  ,  ❜  she says  ,  voice quiet despite her loud thoughts.  she doesn’t want him to go  ,  not  really.  but she also doesn’t want him saying anything he’ll regret.  ❛  you don’t have to leave  ;  not if you don’t want to.  i’ll grab you some water  &  you can stay the  NIGHT.  ❜  it saddens her  ,  hearing what he says.  she comes to the realisation that she doesn’t know much about him  ,  but she’s never asked.  ❛  you can stay for as long as you like.  ❜

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&.   ´   .     ･     ╰        YVES VENERO  ;

       the air around him felt gentle and quixotic ,  as though GRAVITY weren’t a thing in existence. he thinks that surely ,  this is the exact feeling stoners get when they’re on high  —  as though he were completely weightless and the pensive thoughts that had consistently invaded him were suddenly no longer present. he’s finally made a deal with the devil ,  after turning his head towards the left side of his shoulder and becoming consistently apprised by the angel on his left  ;  he’d turn his cheek ,  exchanging soft words behind closed doors for cancer sticks and booze. her aura ,  is as warm as he remembers  —  a thrilling combination of reds and golden pigments and her lips ,  are the same flush of red as the roses belinda used to pick from the garden growing up. seeing her is truly different ,  only causing for the smile to spread further across his features. he knows he shouldn’t be here ,  hell ,  even his security personnel asked him not to.   ❛  hi peanut ,  ❜  a softness in his tone and as smile bright as day ,  splashing against the sudden gesture of him taking a step in before she can protest ,  ❛  …  you know ,  i can’t stop thinking about everything that happened that night. which is pretty fucked up considering even five shots of vodka COULDN’T make me forget.  ❜

     the euphoric feeling of  intoxication.  it’s one she knows well  ,  one that’s seen her through years of torment  &  agony.  limitless  ,  it’s a feeling she  CRAVES  in order to hide from the pain that’s been trying to swallow her alive.  but not for one second does she like seeing it on him.  someone so composed  ,  so  sure  of himself.  alcohol is a red flag for disaster.  she recalls countless nights landed in her bed  ,  the sleeping form of another next to her.  adventures  that she can’t recall  ,  or doesn’t want to.  seeing him like this has dark brows pulling together  ,  studying him with evident worry.  ❛  yves  …  ❜  she takes a step  BACK  as he takes a step forward  ,  deciding keeping some distance between them would be the wisest idea.  especially now that he’s mentioned  that night.  she can feel her heart starting to pound  ,  like bongo drums playing in her chest.  so many conversations to be had  ,  but not when he’s like this.  ❛  you need to go  home.  ❜  although she has a feeling her words will reach deaf ears.

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      he can feel the pulsating vibrations ,  echoing against his skin so DEAFENINGLY that he swears the music had somehow found its own way to the blood coursing through his system. the reverberating bass of the nightclub only seemed to fuel the smirk spreading across his expression  ;  the energy ,  the childlike excitement and vibe of the dark yet expansive venue only dadlingly in his body ,  remaining like the smell of sweat lingering after a marathon. he’s not thinking at all ,  and perhaps that’s why he finds closed knuckles knocking instructively against the door ,  surrounded by the scent of expensive liquor and cheap cigarettes.  ❛  little pig ,  little pig ,  let me come IN  !  ❜  he calls out loud ,  knowing very well that come morning he’ll surely forget about everything that he was saying at that exact moment ,  resting his body against the door before hearing the sound of it opening.

[dvceptives-blog]

     up at  SIX AM.  don’t be late.  a line she’s recited in her head  ,  to get out of the habit of staying awake until god knows what time in the morning.  adriana hartono is  never  one for last minute.  she’s a careful planner  ,  thinking things through like a checklist.  is the penthouse clean  ?  yes.  does she have her  clothes  ready  ?  yes.  will her parents be here on time  ?  she hopes so.  it’s this that helped fall into a deep slumber  ,  wrapped in silken sheets with her dark hair  framing  her face.  or that’s until an obnoxious banging vibrates her bedroom floor  ,  so loud she’s afraid it might wake cindy or khair.  frowning  ,  she stands  CLUMSILY  &  tugs at her satin nightgown to straighten it out.  she’s in two minds about calling security until she hears the voice  ;  muffled  &  maybe a little too jolly  ,  but undistinuishable.  who let  him  up  ?  she opens the door with tired eyes  ,  the acrid smell biting her nose  &  how he looks  ?  she’s not even going to start on that.  ❛  what the  hell  ,  yves  ?  ❜

[dvceptives-blog]

&.   ´   .     ･     ╰        NICOLÁS MORENO  ;

he takes a short moment to consider her offer. on one hand, it could be a potential recipe for disaster. alcohol was an instant red flag, in his mind – but he couldn’t find the strength to resist. god knows he was far too high strung lately. ❝ alright. ❞ he finds himself accepting the offer. ❝ i’m sure it wouldn’t hurt to indulge a little. ❞

     his hesitation leaves her eyebrow  rising.  it’s one she hasn’t given to many.  in fact  ,  people often invite themselves due to her inability to do so.  she’s not overly  FOND  of company  ,  always preferring the silence of a darkened room but her life has never really been about what she prefers.  ❛  you never know  ,  it might get rid of those  wrinkles.  ❜

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&.   ´   .     ･     ╰        YVES VENERO  ;

      the emptiness is something he’s become well acquainted with ,  like an invisible disease he’d been BORN with. to have the world but to feel like you’re missing something so pivotal ,  to him ,  feels like an eternity of torture. it’s nice to see such a graceful image  ;  lithe features singing a song of delight. though more importantly ,  it looked and felt real and perhaps ,  for a moment  ,  he’d indulge in the fact that it was a genuine moment that was reserved just for him.  ❛  didn’t know you had feelings ,  ❜  he joked lightly ,  a vibrating chuckle barely escaping thin lips ,  eyes remaining focused onto hers. he doesn’t realise how long his gaze had been fixed on her ,  until she turns to him ,  causing for a slight flush to splash across his cheeks. a nodded head ,  a heavy breath as he looks out the window ,  noticing that somehow a crowd of papparazi were already waiting outside. he’s waiting to open the door ,  for her ,  but only if she’s ready ,  ❛  … sounds like a plan ,  are you ready  ?  ❜

     the world they live in  ,   it’s like a  WAR ZONE.  a constant battle consisting of them  &  those who  ,  conveniently keep them important.  the constant hounding from the paparazzi  ,  the dozens of questions  &  voices calling their names in  crowded  streets is a part of the fame  ,  the fortune.  without it they’d be nothing  ,  &  that’s the stone-cold truth.  she’s at ease with him  ,  she realises.  she’s a  butterfly  &  he’s the wind letting her fly free.  ❛  sh  ,  don’t go telling everyone.  i have a reputation to uphold  ,  ❜  she teases  ,  a small laugh following his own before her gaze catches the sudden rosiness brushing across  SHARP  features.  it looks strange  ,  out of place  ,  but it leaves a smile on her lips that she didn’t realise was there until she looks out the window  &  sees her  reflection.  his next syllables have her pinching her lips together  ,  anxiousness suddenly bubbling in her stomach.  she should expect this  ;  it’s their life.  ❛  hold on.  ❜  she reaches into her purse to pick out her  lipstick  ;  it’s red  ,  crimson  ,  &  paints some on her finger  &  reaching to smudge it on his jaw  ,  like she’s ruining a piece of art.  she nods her head  &  hold her hand out  ,  an invitation he can either reject or  ACCEPT.  ❛  now i’m ready.  ❜

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&.   ´   .     ･     ╰        ASPEN PIERCE  ;

        “well not demons but there is darkness around their hearts even if they can not be redeemed but i refuse to believe everyone will bite you in the neck, not every person in this world are bad, i believe that some are magical and are honestly nice because they care about our world and equality,” aspen shrugged, chewing on her bottom lip nervously as she spoke before glancing down at her lap. “maybe so, it dependes what the store has to offer.”

     ❛  aspen  ,  ❜  she bites back her  growing  irritation  ,  like acid burning her throat.  ❛  nobody is all flowery.  everyone has a good side  &  a bad side.  it’s really  naive  of you to think not.  ❜  she shrugs as they stop at a crossing  ,  watching the hastily walking pedestrians cross before the light shines  GREEN.  ❛  it might even open your eyes a little.  ❜

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&.   ´   .     ･     ╰        ASPEN PIERCE  ;

ASPEN: o– oh. i see now. isn’t that a bit weird ? it’s like being used for sex… ASPEN: i have been educated about things that i think matters more than sex. like human rights and the real history of our world. 

ADRIANA  ;  not rly bc booty calls are usually aware they’re booty calls there’s no manipluation ADRIANA  ;  lmao clearly

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&.   ´   .     ･     ╰        YVES VENERO  ;

      he doesn’t know WHY there’s such an ubiquitous pull towards her ,  especially considering the circumstances of their relationship. a part of him thinks it’s because of how much of his mother he sees in her ,  and the pain and vulnerability that she’d kept behind closed doors at home seemed to be the same ones that transpired in silence through adriana’s pores. a playful smile grows at her words ,   ❛  … guess we both have secrets then. that’ll be the one thing that keeps us connected.  ❜  there’s a somber truth to his words ,  the fact that the pair were linked through the common denominator of false impressions. he doesn’t mind though ,  because as much as he’d never say it out loud  —  he knows she won’t drag him down ,  she won’t take advantage of the side to him that he didn’t mean to show her.  ❛  life isn’t fair ,  adriana ,  ❜  he breaks through the silence ,  head turning to look at her with a tired smile ,  ❛  … but it’s a burden i’d be honoured to hold.  ❜

     there’s an unusual aura to him  ,  something  ENTICING  that she’s yet to figure out.  she’s so used to knowing how to act around people that it’s frustrating more than anything that she doesn’t know how to act around  him.  she doesn’t want him seeing her as vulnerable  ,  but since he’s already seen that vulnerability exists  ,  there’s no way of going back from that.  his words provoke a small smile  ,  hidden by he  clearing  her throat.  ❛  everybody has their secrets  ;  it’s just a matter of who can keep them.  the only thing  ?  don’t go hurting my  feelings  ,  now.  ❜  a playful pout bounces onto her lips  ,  tucking her hair behind her ear.  she knows that there’s more to him  ,  more than he lets anyone know  &  the same goes for her  ;  it’s easy to see another pretender when you’ve spent  years  being one yourself.  his words warm her  ,  her hands resting limply in her lap as she looks ahead  ,  nodding her head.  ❛  i might just  HOLD  you to that.  ❜  she turns her head towards him  ,  feeling slightly at ease compared to a few seconds ago.  ❛  but let’s get some food first  ,  i’m starving.  ❜