let it go

elisabeth andersson. twenty-five years old. owner of sugar rush. apple peak. it's funny how some d i s t a n c e makes everything seem small, and the fears that once controlled me can't get to me at all. it's time to see what I can do, to test the limits and break through. no right, no wrong, no rules for me, i ' m     f r e e.

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“My birthday’s in like 20-ish days, so you can just call this ‘me pre-gaming for that’.” Elisa uttered, already having more than her fair share of drinks at Tony’s bash, bitter and annoyed by the whole ordeal, but staying nevertheless. She couldn’t turn down free drinks on a weekend after all, and as she finished yet another Tony Cocktail, she ordered another one, turning slightly and asking, “Do you want one too?”

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ofxbeasts‌:

     adam’s hand gripped the whiskey glass tightly.  top shelf, the expensive shit.  he knew this party wasn’t really for him.  and quite honestly, this was the last place he wanted to be.  there were a few things that pushed him to attend.  one, he wanted to see tony all bruised and blue.  after riley had told him what happened, a part of him was dying to see tony’s pretty little face all screwed up.  two, kostya was hosting, which normally, would drive adam even farther away, but he liked the idea of wasting the man’s money at the open bar.  and three, he had noticed that belle confirmed her attendance on facebook.  adam knew he had no ownership over her, especially after his recent actions, but there was still a piece of him that needed to make sure tony didn’t try anything, even if it made things worse for him.

     so he sat alone at the bar, working on his third glass and avoiding socialization at all costs.  his eyes occasionally swept over the room, but everything was slowly getting a bit more fuzzy.  his body was too filled with anger, sadness, and alcohol to stop him from making any bad decisions.

“Drinking the night away?” Elisa asked, clearly taking the same initiative Adam was as she wanted to use and abuse any sort of power the guests had over the bar, something she certainly couldn’t complain about with the whole place in a seeming uproar as the rowdy crowd celebrated the events. “I wouldn’t normally be caught dead at something like this—” She stated truthfully, as she shifted against the bar, unable to find a free stool due to the capacity Pete’s held within the form of the party. “Especially not for Tony—arrogant prick.” Her language also felt out of place, but with so many drink specials in her, she was already feeling the buzz of the evening.

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enriquereynaldo‌:

“There is entirely the possibility this was a terrible idea on my part,” Enrique said. Hector had invited him, but he hadn’t realized the party was being thrown by Constantine. 

“This was your idea?” Elisa had remarked steadily, before rolling her eyes. “You know, it’s not an inherently terrible idea. Just not one that I thought would ever be a possibility. To celebrate that man—” She scoffed before taking up a drink. “Thank god there’s an open bar tonight.”

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s1ngsweet‌:

She wasn’t sure how Elisa was going to react. Ella had begun to realise more and more how impulsive her recent actions had been, and how she was roping her friends into it. The most she could be was honest; if someone asked her what was going on, she would tell them. And she was grateful that Elisa understood. “Yes, that’s exactly it,” she said, a relieved smile on her face. “It’s…probably a crime. That much I know. But…the end should justify the means. It’s already done anyway,” Ella sighed.

Even though she was standing, she still bowed her head a little to avoid attention. “We can definitely make it. Just walk slow and normal.” She held her bag close to her and beckoned for Elisa to follow. “I usually offer to buy my fellow criminals ice-cream but…you might be sick of that by now,” she laughed. “What do you like?”

“See, you’re already thinking about the greater good. This path hurts the least amount of beings, whereas, not rescuing them would have probably not been as forgiving, especially with the mice.” Elisa wasn’t a huge fan of mice in general, but to see someone care for them so much was rather inviting. Any sort of care was something Elisa couldn’t deny. As she stood up slowly, following Ella’s lead, it was something so nonchalant that she grew a bit stiff for just walking past the racks and towards the exit.

“Fellow criminal, huh? I don’t think we’re quite criminals, just...heroes—” She winked and gave a slightly awkward chuckle to make them look a bit more normal. “And is it bad if I say that I’m never really sick of ice cream? Though, going somewhere else could be a nice change in pace. What about...a drink? Celebratory shots sounds like a lot more fun.”

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ohdcnnie‌:

     eating with company was always better than eating alone–at least, that’s what donnie thought. maybe it came with having as many roommates as he did. he never really liked being alone in the first place, but always having a friend nearby all but cemented that fact for him. while he didn’t know elisa very well, their current outing could definitely change that–and that’s all that really mattered. he tilts his head up towards the sky in thought at her question, making sure to keep pace with elisa’s shorter legs since his were so long ( too long, lanky, sometimes donnie tripped over them because of it ). after a few moments his chin drops down to his chest, fingers tapping away quickly at the screen of his phone before donnie holds it out happily towards her. 

      ❝ cake doughnuts! ❞ there’s an exclamation point there, but the monotone voice of the robot doesn’t pick it up, instead it just says exclamation point. donnie pays it no mind, though. elisa will get his point.  ❝ but any doughnut is a good doughnut in my opinion! i’ve been told i have quite a bit of a sweet tooth. ❞ the voice from his phone ends, and donnie types once again before titling his head curiously at the shorter woman.  ❝ what about you? what’s your vice? ❞

Elisa continued down the street, happily strutting alongside Donnie, keeping up with him, but noticing his own pacing for a brief moment as it seems he’s being just as polite to keep up with her in a reversal. She’s proud of the young man, and albeit, might not know him all too well, she had always wanted to get to know him better, the invitation being the perfect opportunity to learn a thing or two, and perhaps better their loose friendship, terms she only used to describe the acquaintanceship without being overly assuming. 

And, at the phone’s voice, she snickered slightly, the monotone severely underperforming the feeling and emotion that seemed to range across Donnie’s face. After all, the expression was half the battle of a conversation, something that she glanced to the screen at, before glancing to his face to gain the understanding. “Cake doughnuts are so good! And, don’t ever let anybody tell you that a sweet tooth is a bad thing. Trust me. I own an ice cream shop, and I know all about having a certain craving for sweet treats.” Elisa easily fell into ease as she got a better look at him, and having to think of her own vice. “My favorite doughnut has to be powdered donuts, kind of a rare treat though. And as for any kind of sweet, I can always fall back onto a plain chocolate bar, any kind. Chocolate is absolutely my downfall.”

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rosiebriars‌:

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“Alright, the hot chocolate is brewed and the movie is in the DVD player.” She perched herself on Elisa’s couch, placing Blue on her right knee. She pet him so he cooed. He was always comfortable at Elisa’s place. 

Elisa smiled wildly, happily engaging in the girl’s night in, something that she thought was a rather deserved treat. “You really think of everything!” There was nothing like the evening spent with her friend, alongside a wonderful movie, and of course Blue, the beauty that Elisa could only look at. “How old is she? She’s absolutely radiant.”

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cloakofred‌:

     elisa’s excitement always brought her a bit of confidence.  she only hoped she wouldn’t let her down.  it was so kind of her to let her come in sometimes and bake with her, or sell some of her goodies at the counter.  luna certainly didn’t take that kindness for granted.  “she’s a much better baker than i am.  i try to do things on my own but i usually always end up asking for a bit of her help in the end,” she admitted with a small smile.  she watched with bated breath as elisa took a bite, almost too nervous to take a piece of her own slice.  when her friend reacted positively, the redhead’s face lit up.  “oh really? oh thank goodness, i’m so glad,” she said with a grin.  she finally dipped her fork into the icing covered slice, placing the small bite into her mouth.  the creamy sweetness spread over her tongue and she smiled.  “it is quite good isn’t it?” she laughed.

“That’s always welcome. Help should never be shamed like that. Plus, your granny has always had a skill in the kitchen. She must use something special because sometimes I just can’t help myself with seconds when it comes to her desserts!” Elisa easily responded, taking another chunk out of her slice with nothing but a grin. “You really had nothing to worry about Luna. I promise. I wouldn’t sell anything made by someone I didn’t believe in.” She trusted in the redhead, the young woman becoming quite a wonder to the blonde, who only grew more and more proud of her. “I’m just lucky that I get to sample everything!” 

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ericbowmxn‌:

“Yeah, I think we’re stuck with each other at this point. Me to eat all your food, and you to use me in moving heavy things around.” Both of which he tended to come running for as long as if he wasn’t at work. A future with her, no matter what kind, would let him have at least one constant in his life. With much as everything tended to change, he needed one thing to stay the same. “Can we start placing bets now?” Eric would probably let her win at least a few times, and hope she’d forget about the current conversation. “Where do you think the muscles come from? If I didn’t stay focused, I’d lose more than the abs from eating all the ice cream with as much as I come to visit you. Plus, I really doubt that’ll be possible.” His head nodded slowly, “Well, if you need a running partner, Max would probably join. I’d volunteer myself, but something tells me you wake up rather early to run.” He had never been good at getting up in the morning, even as a child. The only thing that could get him up was the promise of going sailing with his father. “Friday, then? Gives me time to prepare a feast!” 

“I think that’s a very fair trade.” Elisa continued, chuckling lightly at the matter they were discussing. “Sure. I bet you an ice cream for the rest of your old man life that I’ll beat you in the race to come.” She promised with her knowing glance. “I gotta say, I didn’t know you had such a knack for distractions. But now that I know your weakness, nothing can stop me.” She patted at his firm torso with a roll of her eyes. “You’ll be fine. I’m sure you keep yourself plenty fit at the docks too. And, the earlier the better. Though, Max could be a highly motivating partner. I’ll have to think about that.” She nodded away, happy for their plans they were making, easily settling back into his side with a sigh of relief. “A feast it is! I can’t wait.”

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ericbowmxn‌:

“Fine fine, you want to believe it’ll never happen one day, we can agree to disagree.” Eric was passed the point of being serious now, feigning being hurt as she pushed him and holding his chest. The smile crept back on his face at the light touch, his own going to rest at her waist. It was easy to joke around with her, share his crazy ideas without feeling judged, even if she didn’t agree. “Thank you, and you have a point. I wouldn’t be able to do it. That means you’d ditch me to find some younger muscly guy to pick up my slack.” He scoffed, “You would not be winning. The days of me going easy on you as a gentleman will be long gone. I won’t take your crap anymore, and you’ll be eating my dust.” A real commitment, to anyone excluding Max, was far off for him, wanting to enjoy his life and have fun. He’d keep her around though, just from the thought alone of having wheelchair races. “I may have started the blueberry person, but I’m a completely different person when I’m in the zone. This is why I can’t stop eating your ice cream too, because you’re always cute. Even now while watching movies. It’s a bit unfair.” He chuckled, “You don’t need to work out anyways. Except maybe to beat me at these races one day.” His arms wrapped around her again, bringing her in close. “I’ll make sure he eats everything, and I eat nothing that way I can make us dinner.”

“I’ll agree to disagree, but I still think you’re crazy.” Elisa uttered with a bit of a cheeky grin, still nudging him slightly before settling down to relax in his arms. “Exactly. And we wouldn’t want that, would we? Plus, I could never truly get rid of you.” The thoughts of a future like that were entertaining, and something Elisa could only hold him up to one day. “Oh please. You’ll only wish you could keep up with me when we’re that age. Just you wait.” There were too many good things to hold out hope for for their future, no matter what happened. “Well clearly. You must really get focused when you’re doing something once you set out to do it. And, I’m sorry that I’m so distracting. I guess I’ll just try harder to stop myself from being so cute all the time, though, I make no promises.” She grinned back before shrugging. “I usually run in the mornings anyways, so really, training with you sounds more exhausting and extra work.” At the thought of them actually trying to bring their pets together, her grin only let her chuckles escape against her nuzzling with him. “Sounds like a date. And a really good plan.”

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s1ngsweet‌:

“I think if he sees me, I wouldn’t be prepared,” she said truthfully, sighing. “But no, don’t worry, I don’t have them on me right now,” Ella had to smile. “Maybe he’s not even looking for me, but hiding was just instinct.” Ella looked around them, spotting a lady give her a strange look as she walked past. The mention of being called out in public made her furrow her eyebrows. “I wouldn’t put it past him if he did. Desperation and anger can make people do anything,” she mumbled, before quickly adding. “But I’m sorry – I’ll be out of your hair soon. I’d hate to make you an accessory to my crime,” she joked. 

Ella snuck a look to the other side of the stall, and when she saw that the scientist was turned away, still quite close but no longer looking at her, she began to slowly rise. 

Elisa couldn’t even imagine what sort of things the other would do if he found her, hoping that it wouldn’t resort into some sort of foul fight or argument, but standing beside Ella in that way is what mattered to her now. “Well, then not having them with you means he can’t even prove anything.” She offered a shrug, trying to figure out if that was a good or bad thing herself. “I understand. You don’t want any sort of confrontation?” She asked before chuckling away. “It’s fine. I’m not sure this is entirely a crime, experimentation on animals seems cruel, so getting them out of there was the safest option. Joining Ella on the rise, Elisa kept a watchful eye on the scientist from behind the rack, before coming to full stance as she looked to the girl. “Should we get out of here? The exit’s just right there, and I think we could make it.”

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rosiebriars‌:

“Promise to be my first customer when I do own it?” Suddenly, it sounded like just the plan. Not that she necessarily minded her current boss. It had just been a while since she had dreamed big. “I suppose I can learn all I need from a library. And friends like you.” She admired Elisa’s ability to stand on her own. “So anyone special in your life?” It was on Rose’s mind after her last phone call with her parents. Not that she had anyone special, but that was explicitly the problem. Her parents were fine with her being single when she was studying, but now they were suddenly concerned. 

“I’ll hold myself to it. I would support you no matter what Rose.” Elisa nodded back, eager to see her friend succeed in the business, knowing the ownership conversation had been a long time coming. “You would be amazing, plus all the experience and insight you’ve already gained just by working there already had got to be invaluable. They don’t teach you about the hardwork you have to put into in school. You have to earn that through your actions and what you do.” She easily nodded back.

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enriquereynaldo‌:

“Well, my parents were deeply in love. I didn’t really understand it until I dated this total tool in college. He made me realize I wanted something more out of life,” he said. He laughed. “Sorry, I know it sounds corny. I guess you can call me old-fashioned. I like to believe there is someone out there for everyone.” He sighed. “Someone kind. Thoughtful. I think I’ll just know when I find them.”

“Nothing wrong with wanting to find someone. It’s admirable really!” Elisa acknowledged as she nodded away at his words. There was definitely some good out there still left in the world, and finding it was hard to come by. “No, I think that’s sweet. Soulmates would be a lot easier to navigate if we just...knew who we were meant to be with.” Elisa shrugged off-handedly. “Both good qualities anybody could hope for. And I wish you the best of luck in finding the right person.”

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purestparagon‌:

“Do you get off on being a pain in the ass?” Tony rolled his eyes, already knowing she was not going to back down. “Whatever helps you sleep at night. Point is, you’re making money off of people, just like me. I’m just a little better at it.” He made a point of checking his Rolex for the time. “No one should be comfortable. It keeps you from growing or getting better.” He’d never had that luxury himself, so he resented it in other people.

“You know what? If it’s being a pain in your ass, then yeah, it feels pretty great.” Elisa easily stated back, crossing her arms as she continued to stare, not sure how relentless this conversation could hold any longer. “Is that not...what...a business is...?” He slowly unrolled as her brows crinkled in an expression of confusion. “I’m not telling people to get better because I’m not assuming that people don’t feel good about themselves Tony. But sure, you keep doing you. Just don’t be a dick about it.”

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cloakofred‌:

     elisa was definitely a sight for sore eyes.  luna looked up as the other came out of the back to greet her.  her cheeks were slightly rosy from the chill of the parlor and her icy blonde hair fell so gracefully onto her shoulders.  luna smiled, trying not to glow red as she gazed at the other.  “well good because it’s one of my favorites,” she responded, eagerly taking the pie server from her friend.  “it took a few tries to get the cream cheese icing just right, but granny helped a little and i think we finally got it,” she explained as she sliced through the cake, eventually pulling out two pieces for them to try.  “okay, be honest…but not too honest,” she teased.

Luna always seemed to be able to bring up any mood, and today was no different in that the red-head brought in joy with her smile and Elisa matched the vibes. “I can’t wait!” She was ecstatic, eager to dive into the treats as she listened to her friend rave about the process. “Well, you can’t ever go wrong with Granny’s help, huh?” Elisa certainly felt good about the whole thing as she watched the slice lifted before she grabbed a couple of napkins to use at their plates. Handing over a fork, she added, “I definitely won’t be a harsh critic, promise.” She said, before taking her own bite, letting the icing melt in her mouth as she ate the moist red velvet cake. “Luna!” She said, the sweetness lingering as she shook her head. “You have entirely outdone yourself!”

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s1ngsweet‌:

She wondered if maybe she overstepped a line. Not everyone liked to be recognised out of the blue. Ella knew that if the same thing happened to her, by someone from her past, she would freak. So she tamed her excitement, and lessened the brightness of her smile. Suddenly, she was more worried about making Elisa uncomfortable, than whatever would happen if ‘Dr Frankenstein’ discovered her there. 

Ella pressed her lips together, her eyebrows raised as she waited for Elisa’s response to the wild story. “Oh, no, there was definitely. He was experimenting on them. And he kept doing it, even after I told him to stop and I spoke to his boss, but apparently none of them care too much because it was just ‘light’ experimentation,” she made finger quotes in the air, “on a couple of ‘dime-a-dozen mice’. Unbelievable. So now apparently, that makes me Jason Bourne,” she sighed. 

Elisa had concerns, but they were all directed towards who the other was hiding from now, instead of towards how she knew her. It really wasn’t a stretch for people to know her all the time, her business venture being a hit over the years, and surely that’s where the ease went as she focused her attention back on the situation she was stuck in. After hearing her side, it seemed entirely plausible that while the doctor would recognize her, the confrontation probability didn’t seem as likely.

“You think that if he sees you, then he’ll come after you? He can’t exactly prove you stole the mice, right? And you don’t have them on you—wait, you don’t, do you?” She asked, suddenly, her eyes growing wide with a slight panic in her voice, despite the whispered and hushed nature. “And it’s not like he’s gonna call you out in the middle of public, would he?”

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ericbowmxn‌:

“Never say never. There could be a Willy Wonka type person who comes along and invents all of these things. One day, blueberries might be the physique everyone has!” Eric knew he sounded a bit crazy, but he wanted to believe in the impossible. Things could change drastically from day to day, and as much as he tried to plan his future. None of it quite went perfectly according to plan. “The inside is what counts to most, but I like looking good on the outside too for my own sanity. Plus, my job would be a lot harder if I let myself go.” The heavy ropes, fishing supplies and various other things would not be fun to move if he didn’t have the muscles to back him up. “I hope so. Growing old doesn’t mean I need to act old all the time. Will you be racing me in those chairs?” He questioned, nodding his head as if that would help her say yes. “If we’re going to work out, no funny business. We have to stay on task the whole time. No talking about becoming blueberries, no looking overly cute.” The latter stated more as a joke, but he couldn’t deny finding her attractive either. “He’s not a coward! We can try it though. It’s the least we can do after their fiasco of a first encounter. If they’re around each other but can’t fully get to the other, then maybe the idea is crazy enough to work.”

“You are impossible. I’m so sure that even if a Willy Wonka type person had those sort of candy making abilities, that sort of physique seems highly unlikely.” She laughed it off as she shoved him lightly with the conversation become far too out of reach. She placed a hand against his cheek after the next moment as she looked to him, knowing she enjoyed his out of this world ideas, if for just the imaginative factor that he brought. “Well, I can say with certainty that you look great on the inside and outside. And who would do all the heavy lifting at my apartment if you lost your muscles.” She teased him back. “I won’t be racing you, I’ll be beating you in those motorized chairs, just you wait.” She hadn’t made plans to grow old with anyone, but if Eric could continually be there for her, than she could definitely see them being just as goofy when they got older. “No funny business, scout’s honor. And for the record, I think it was you who got us on this whole blueberry nonsense, not me. I also have to inform you that I’m never not overly cute, so sorry. Just another criteria keeping me from working out with you.” Elisa easily let herself lean back into his arm and settle again. “I agree. Guess there’s only one way to find out. Just make sure Max eats before I bring her over.”

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ericbowmxn‌:

“It happened in that movie! Although I hope not to become a blueberry, there are plenty of things that could happen in the future to make this happen. We need to knock on wood right now. More to love, yet harder to find it. Right now it’s so easy for me because people like abs, what happens when I don’t have those?” His head shook, the horror going through his mind. “Not just a wheelchair, a motorized wheelchair. I’d be racing everyone.” Eric’s hand lifted fake driving as he laid there, scoffing soon after. “I exercise my brain enough. I play video games on my phone when I’m bored. Those surely help.” He propped himself up on his arm, now able to see her better. “I’m not going to hold you back, I know better than that. Do you really want me to be your trainer? And I will, under one condition…No distractions.” An eyebrow raised, “Invaded her space? He was trying to be friendly and get to know her and she attacked. I’d have to get a kennel for him that’s big enough, but we can probably work something out to help them ease into each other.”

“Yeah, a movie Eric! Those aren’t real. And you turning into an actual blueberry is impossible. You do know how crazy you sound right now, right? And, despite all of that, even if you didn’t have your abs, or your looks, or your sanity, or anything, I’d still be your friend. Because you’re a good guy. It’s always what’s on the inside that counts. Even if you’re nothing but blueberry juice.” She started off, showing him just how much he meant before diving right back into the deep end, smirking as she poked a finger right at his stomach. “You’re going to be the most immature old person anyone’s ever seen. And it’s gonna be awesome! Though, I’m pretty sure the video games aren’t actually doing anything for your brain...” She looked to him still, chuckling still infectiously. “And I can’t afford to be yelled at for breaking somebody’s nose. So that’s why I just avoid the gym altogether. You as a trainer however would be kind of fun. What kind of distractions are we talking about though?” Pursing her lips, Elisa thought of a few things that would probably distract him easy enough. “She just hissed at him! It’s not my fault Max is a great big coward! And, if you can’t find one big enough, maybe we just leave Snowball in her kennel, and bring her into Max’s space and see how they do like that. Barriers are still there, and at the very least they can get used to one another.”