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[alexandrapaar-fitness]

[fckdalvarez-blog]

tristan;

“Honestly, we could use the help.”

“Some of us really could.”

[airelav-art]

[doombyach]

[snowrpt]

character aesthetics | the artisan

[fckdalvarez-blog]

sara;

Sara rolled her eyes in response to Daniel’s juvenile gesture before swatting his hand away. “Ha ha. Such a knee slapper that was,” she uttered, careful not to show how disappointed she was. She always had to force Daniel to show her his artwork; she knew he considered art his pride and joy, and the fact that he never voluntarily allowed her to see what was near and dear to him bothered her.

After pretending she wasn’t as disenchanted by Daniel’s refusal to share his pieces, Sara’s willpower collapsed all over itself. The Aussie beauty turned to him once again and poked her lip out like a child who’d just been told “no” by their mother. “Come on, Danny. Five seconds. Just let me skim through it.” The next sentence that came out of her mouth clearly had a mind of its own. “If you love me, you’ll gladly let me take a peek.”

Daniel nudged her, “Oh, come on. You know I should be a comedian. I’m hilarious.” Daniel was notorious for deflecting things, and it may have gotten him out of nasty situations sometimes, but he knew that it wasn’t a good skill to have. He wanted to show her his artwork, he really did, but his artwork was literally him putting all his emotions onto a piece of paper, putting it out there for everyone to see, and he wasn’t sure if he wanted people to see that yet. 

He raised his eyebrow as she pouted, as if asking if she was really doing that. It was adorable, he’ll give her that, but he wasn’t going to give in that easily. He pressed his lips together, and he pretended that he was going to say yes and then shook his head. “Nope,” he said, popping the p dramatically. “You do realize I have little sisters, and they try that with me all the time? You’re going to have do a lot better, Sara. You’re losing your touch.”

[fitzgeraldquotes]

Hard to sit here and be close to you, and not kiss you.

F. Scott Fitzgerald, Tender is the Night  (via heseatingmyheart)

@saravenclaw

[angrs19]

[fckdalvarez-blog]

( + @fckdalvarez​ )

[fckdalvarez-blog]

tristan;

“Which, honestly, is probably best for the human race.”

“Anything to help us out.”

[fckdalvarez-blog]

sara;

Sara smiled warmly at the feel of Daniel’s hand on her back. It was a small and simple gesture, but she couldn’t remember the last time she felt as relaxed as she did right then and there.

Daniel must’ve noticed Sara raise her eyebrow at his counter, because before she could insist that she was far too boring to talk about as much as they did, he told what was an almost comical quip. “I beg you pardon? You happen to be very interesting, and sly, because you know I’m going to ask to see these sketches, and then proceed to shower you with compliments on what an incredible artist you are. We do this every time. The jig is up,” she hummed, holding her hand out to the other. “Come on then, let’s see ‘em.”

Daniel pressed his lips together and shook his head. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.” He knew that he wasn’t absolutely dreadful when it came to art, but he also knew that he could do better, so when someone complimented him, he never knew how to respond to it. 

His eyes went from Sara to his bag where his sketchbook was. He wasn’t sure if he wanted to show her what was in it. Instead of getting his bag, he slapped her outstretched hand, giving her a high-five. He grinned widely, “You kinda set yourself up for that one.”

[fckdalvarez-blog]

tristan;

“Depends on the girl, but yes.  Don’t need to understand them to be there for them.”

“Exactly.”

[afadthatlastsforever]

And when we kissed one another for the first time I could swear I heard our souls whisper ever so quietly, ‘Welcome home.’

Beau Taplin || Welcome home. (via musingisms)

( @fckdalvarez )

[fckdalvarez-blog]

tristan;

“I figure the sooner we accept that, the easier life will be.”

“Right, as long as we’re there for them.”

[abdu117-deactivated20170830]

in a room full of art I’d still stare at you

(via quotes117)

@saravenclaw

[fckdalvarez-blog]

sara;

Sara’s eyes lingered on the other for a moment, his words rotating in her head, “I’m supposed to comfort you.” in particular. She could continue arguing that no, he wasn’t “supposed” to do anything for her, but the fact was, whether he felt obligated to or not, he’d been doing a damn good job at it, and she honestly didn’t want him to stop. He’d been her shoulder to cry on and her ear to talk off, but he never minded. She’d only confided in him and Nick, and though Nick had been surprisingly supportive about everything, it was awkward talking to her brother about James, especially when her feelings about him came up. Understandably so, it was his job to be protective, but having Daniel, who was unbiased and just seemed to understand, helped in ways Nick wasn’t able to.

The willowy beauty closed more of the space between herself and her mate and rested her chin on his shoulder, an unwavering need to be closer to him taking over. “But what about you? We talk about me way too much these days,” she breathed in an attempt to change the subject. “Your day’s going alright, yeah?”

Daniel straightened up as she got closer to him, and he wrapped an arm around her waist and began to rub her back absentmindedly. Based on the times he had to comfort his sisters and his friends, he knew that something as simple as what he was doing makes things better.

“I don’t really mind talking about you, really.” He said without thinking, but he started to think about it some more, and he began to think that it could be taken in a weird way. “I’m saying that I’m not all that interesting, and I tend to be a better listener than talker.” Daniel sighed, “But yeah, my day’s fine. I finished another sketchbook already.”

[takingdips-indaydreams]

Friendship isn’t enough. I’ve tried to convince myself that it is. That I can live holding your hand from time to time when we walk down the corridor or singing your favourite songs with you or resting my head on your shoulder when I claim to be tired. But it’s not enough. How can I hold your hand and not bring you closer to me? How can I sing with you and not kiss your neck? How can I rest my head on your shoulder and not gently stroke your thighs? The answer is that I can’t. Because friendship isn’t enough.

Poem I wrote home alone today. (via fandomizedfreak

( @fckdalvarez )

[fckdalvarez-blog]

tristan;

“Apparently not. I don’t know, I’ve accepted I’ll never understand them.”

“True. That’s a valid point.”