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the ㅤlights ㅤgo ㅤout,ㅤㅤ and ㅤi'm ㅤall ㅤalone ㅤagain.

[fleurlaurent]

a private blog fleur laurent, a fandomless oc. friends only.

[fleurlaurent]

@tragicale : a little sunshine never did anyone any harm.

“ james, it's cold. ” not very cold, but enough that she's decided to throw a cardigan over the thin linen shirt that fleur donned for the day. MAYBE THAT WAS HER FAULT. then again, she didn't really feel like wearing anything else. sailing was out of the question today. even the beach wasn't something that seemed particularly appealing to her. she sighs, arms crossed over her chest as she walks over to him, lips pursed slightly. “ but i guess you're right. wanna do a picnic? as long as it's not on the beach. then i'll just whine the whole time and tell you that i told you so when you get cold too. ” she's teasing, of course. she smiles as she says it. “ want me to invite anyone else? i think ronan is still in town. ”

[fleurlaurent]

@dickiegreenleaf: i'm going to leave this place.

the greenleaf residence was extravagant, placed on a prime piece of land, suitable for someone who was the owner of a boatyard. however, despite the vastness of his home, fleur understood almost immediately upon entering exactly why he was so quick to leave. the house was enormous, but there was little love contained within. during dinner, his father was cold to her, as she anticipated. fleur imagined he was unhappy that she was coaxing dickie further and further away from america. first, he moves to italy. then, he dates a french girl — european. a reason to stay away. at least his mother appeared to like her — which, really, was the only person she sough approval from that evening.

when they left the house to tour the premises, fleur wasn't surprised when dickie spoke. but why would you want to leave? you could have everything you ever wanted. she was sure that was a typical response — she might have even been tempted to say the same, had she not witnessed the incredible difference between their two homes. hers, though large, was full of love. she loved her parents and her sister, and they loved her too. they loved that she was with someone she loved, even if it was in a different country. a stark, harsh difference between what she had just experienced.

“ will you stay in mongibello? ” she asks, hand in his, turning doe eyes from one of the largest fields of green she's seen to look at him. “ i can see how much you like it there. you're so . . . alive there. i don't know how to explain. ” fleur slows her pace until she stops, giving his hand a squeeze. “ all i know is that no matter where you go, as long as you're happy, i will support it. ” here, there — she'd follow him regardless.

[fleurlaurent]

fleur could count the amount of times she'd been to america on one hand — dickie's parents and princeton seemed like a lot for one trip, but it happened to work out. rather well, she thought. and, for what it was worth, despite having to see his father, dickie seemed happy. if he was happy, then she was too.

she didn't think picking an outfit out for this club would ever be so stressful — since when did she stress over what other people thought of her? she felt it at the greenleaf's home, and now. she'd blame it on her lack of confidence when it came to speaking english — though, it turns out the accent she despised and the lack of vocabulary came off as charming. lucky for her.

“ how does this look? okay for somewhere as prestigious as princeton? ” she turns away from the mirror and turns to dickie, hands running over her hips and her legs to smooth out her dress. some blue thing she found while packing, something she hoped would work. “ not too ugly or childish for them? ”

@dickiegreenleaf: i don't think you could look ugly if you tried.

“ hm. you're sweet. ” she grins, walking over to dickie and kissing him quickly. after she's pulled back, one hand cradles his face, the grin growing to a rather brilliant smile. “ i'm happy you invited me. all these places . . . i feel like i've never known you so well. ” fleur reaches down to kiss him again, slightly longer than the first. “ give me ten minutes to do my hair? i'll be ready after that. ”

[notmorbid]

hello beautiful, pt 1.

dialogue prompts from hello beautiful by ann napolitano.

am i too much for you?

what makes you?

i'm going to leave this place.

people are talking about what you're doing.

it makes me sad to pretend to be something i'm not.

no matter what, i wouldn't leave you.

i have a secret. you can't tell anyone.

try to think about something else.

i wish i could climb into bed with you.

kiss my hand?

why ruin your life because of a mistake?

i'll never be a burden on anyone.

what were you doing when you skipped class?

what would you like for dinner?

was i wrong to try to fix everything?

you'll come up with a new plan. you always do.

do you know where you're going? are you sure it's the right way?

would you mind if i watched you work sometime? shadowed you?

i keep thinking it's going to get easier.

we'll be fine by ourselves. we'll take care of one other.

i don't want to get bitter and angry like you.

why can i only say stupid things?

there's no virtue in being mouthy.

you have to let me go.

i'm too busy to think about how i feel.

i'm sorry i'm so emotional.

are you going to kiss me or what?

why do you have to be so wise?

we hardly ever ask each other how we've been hurt.

a little sunshine never did anyone any harm.

i wish i could have been better for you.

no one wants to be near someone who's this close to gone.

we're like a clock that doesn't keep time anymore.

this is real. this is happening.

you deserve, and deserved, better.

just because you never think about someone doesn't mean they aren't inside you.

you don't deserve to be alone.

i want you to write down every secret, every part of your life you've kept from the people close to you.

you can't make me stay away.

it's okay to let yourself feel your feelings.

i'll make you eggs the way you like, before you go.

you might not realize this, but we need each other right now.

i need you to be ruthlessly honest.

[notmorbid]

a sliver of darkness.

dialogue prompts from a sliver of darkness: stories by c.j. tudor.

why? that's not a reason.

please, promise me. no more questions.

have you heard the latest?

clinging to hope is sometimes worse than drowning in grief.

are you alright? you had a bit of a turn.

sea air is the cure for all ills.

out here it's safer to talk.

do you still believe what they tell you?

it's okay. it's all going to be okay.

i've had to learn to be tough to survive.

you could've killed me.

it's okay. you're here now. with me.

sometimes, fact is more disturbing than fiction.

don't use that language with me.

ready for some adventure?

i seriously do not want to go up there.

you climb like a girl. no offense.

love can make good men do bad things.

i just don't like bullies.

it's not the truths that hold a relationship together. it's the lies.

photos can lie, just like people.

i don't think you could look ugly if you tried.

hindsight makes wise men of us all.

you wanted to know and now you do.

hell has a seat warmed just for you.

sometimes, you have to crack a few skulls to get the crown.

you're soft as mushy peas.

sometimes i feel jealous of your life.

i bite. remember?

it's a miracle you're alive. if you can call it that.

it's scary how easy it is to make someone disappear.

did it hurt?

it's rude to stare.

i almost died, but i came back.

maybe you came back for a reason.

stay safe, and don't talk to strangers.

maybe redemption is overrated.

it's okay. the dark can't hurt you.

fear can make people do stupid things.

we all do what we have to do in order to survive.

we're all here to escape from something, aren't we?

you're blunt as a butter knife.

are you ever not a dick?

someone shot at me, but missed. no biggie.

this place gives me the creeps.