𝓌𝒶𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓂𝑒𝓁𝑜𝓃 / SUGAR.

[staincd]

paloma had a terrible headache. even though she had ate on time, drank her water – and as much as she needed to for the day. maybe she was just in need of a break, or something. she had enough on her mind, every day. maybe she ought to relax. did she even know how to do that anymore. she sat down at the local cafe, getting herself a hot chocolate. she ordered cheese sandwiches, and some fruits. when she was taking a sip of her hot chocolate, she felt someone sit across from her, so she looked up. “i .. wasn’t really in the mood for company.” 

[ftevelyn]

          evelyn loved relaxing at the grind time, the distinct smell of coffee mixed with low background chatter always reminded her of her university years when she studied at the campus cafe, so becoming a regular here came to her as no surprise; everyday she’d spend her early mornings sat at the window seat. unfortunately, she couldn’t exactly pick and choose when to show up today, due to her work load. setting down her iced americano and giant oatmeal cookie on the table, evelyn pulled the empty seat back, about to ask whether it was alright for her to take it. “ — oh ... i’m sorry, it’s just that every other seat is taken. ” evelyn reassures her statement, quickly scanning the room once more. “ rush hour, i guess ... it’ll just take a second, promise. ”

[b99thingsv2]

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╰     𝑖  .     ›    @wisteriahub​​   .

             the  grind  time  was  a  much  needed  change  in  scenery  from  being  cooped  up  in  his  study  and  at  the  firm  .  jinwoo  hadn’t  done  much  to  interact  with  his  neighbors  since  moving  in  but  wisteria  was  friendly  and  its  residents  seemed  to  flock  to  him  with  warm  smiles  and  kind  welcomes  .  sometimes  it  was  drawn  out  conversations  ,  much  like  the  one  he  found  himself  in  at  the  moment  .  he  was  now  half-listening  as  the  case  file  in  his  hands  had  caught  the  majority  of  his  attention  .  ❝  oh  yeah  ,  i’m  —  listening  .  ❞  he  assured  them  while  scribbling  his  file  .  ❝  if  you  could  be  so  kind  and  hit  me  with  that  last  part  once  more  ?  ❞

[ftevelyn]

          whether  it  was  nighttime  or  daytime,  evelyn’s  hours  were  spent  in  scrubs,  her  dedication  something  she  prided  herself  in,  unlike  her  shyness,  particularly  how  she  hasn’t  gotten  to  know  much  about  of  her  neighbors  yet... so,  while  she  waited  for  her  coffee  order,  making  polite  conversation  with  a  familiar  face  from  wisteria  seemed  fitting.  it  was  the  usual  small  talk,  evelyn  was  mentioning  some  episode  at work  and  perhaps  had  included  to  many  details,  something  she’s  keen  to  do.  his  statement  caught  her  off-guard,  blinking  slowly  as  she  processed  it,  her  hand  hovering  over  her  lips  as  she  exhales  a  short  chuckle,  her  tone  facetious. “ i  know,  i  can  tell. ”  curiously,  her  gaze  peers  over  at  his  scribbles,  not  making  much  out  of  them. “  where  was i ? hm. maybe  it’s  best  i  stop  talking  about  it,  just  in  case  you  were  to  feel  like  snacking  on  something  soon. what  you’re  writing  down  seems  important,  can  i  ask  what’s  it  about ?  — oh,  or  is  it  ... ”  glancing  to  both  sides,  her  tone  becomes  hushed. “  confidential ? ” 

[tgpgifs]

[ftevelyn]

&. @hneydew​ !

[sens0r]

          newly  moved  into  the   residence  ,  bonnie  tried  extra  hard  to  be  well  acquainted  with  the  established  RESIDENTS  of  wisteria  .  the  best  way  to  accomplish  this  was  in  the  lobby  .  occupying  one  of  the  couches  with  her  work  ,  bonnie  did  HER  BEST  to  greet  anyone  who  passed  with  a  smile  as  well  as  some  freshly  baked  goods  .  to  the  person  walking  near  ,  bonnie  gestured  at  her  platter  of  ASSORTED  baked  goods  all  made  from  scratch  .   ❝  hi  ,  hello  !  we  just  moved  in  so  i  thought  i’d  do  something  nice  .  i  know  movers  can  be  frustrating  to  deal  with  so  please  consider  this  an  apology  .  ❞

[ftevelyn]

          it was finally morning, and unlike most, who might’ve been struggling to get out of bed, evelyn is bidding her night shift at the hospital goodbye and finally on her way to getting some rest. her staff tag was still draped around her neck, her hair still in that professional ponytail, swaying side to side as she made her way through the other residents in the lobby, only stopping when she felt she was being approached. “ hi ... ” despite her tiredness, evelyn couldn’t help but mirror the other’s smile, making sure with each blink that her eyes didn’t stay shut for too long in fear of falling asleep right there and then. at bonnie’s explanation, the grin she graced grew sympathetic. “ oh, there’s no need to apologize, especially not to me, i’m hardly ever home. but, i’ll gladly take one. ” her sweet tooth is evident as she didn’t consider any sweet in particular, instead grabbing the one closest one to her.  “ thank you, these smell amazing. did you make them yourself ? ”

[ftevelyn]

wyatt.

Hate is a very strong word for someone he used to love. Wyatt’s apparent inability to show how he feels makes him want to wince, to shy away from this pseudo-confrontation because what would the point be anyway? What is the point? Lifting the wine glass to his lips, he takes a pull off of it, and then he leans forward to set it down on his coffee table. Settling back, Wyatt shifts so that his body is angled more towards Evelyn than it had been previously, her closeness a temptation that he doesn’t know if he’s going to be able to resist should they remain in this position for very much longer. “No, I made it up.” The sarcasm cuts through the sincerity of the moment they’re having, making it somehow darker, less genuine than what it had been. It’s easier for him to make flippant remarks than it is for him to hold onto his authenticity. “Of course I mean what I’m saying, Evie. What would the point be if I didn’t?” Well, he can think of one point, but he isn’t quite a shit enough person to want to manipulate her in that way. If something happens between them, then it isn’t going to be because Wyatt chooses honey-coated words to entice her with. The least he can do is afford the situation some sort of honesty. “Not that it matters all that much. I mean, things are what they are, yeah?” But everything’s different at the same time. Their situations are different. If only he could get over his own hill and make this what he wants it to be instead of just another fuck up in the long list of them that he’s beginning to accumulate. 

          there’s a lump in her throat she can’t seem to get rid of, his sarcastic approach causing her to dry swallow through it. “ i know you’re being honest, it’s just that i’m just trying to make sense of all this ... ” earlier, evelyn had plans at her favorite restaurant, her first real meal after a day of work. having missed that, accompanied with the fact she’s already a lightweight when it comes to drinking, the alcohol has ease taking over her blood stream, shooting up to her cheeks to paint them a flaring red. the slight dizziness comes as no surprise, what else was she expecting ? however, maybe by shying her nerves away for a while evelyn can take advantage of this small dose of courage to become vulnerable enough to get her point across. a deep breath to steady her words, her fingers running through her hair as she pushed it fall upon her back. “ what i meant was, when we broke up, i mean after we broke up, ii thought you were holding a grudge against me, y’know, because of …” her words aren’t exactly slurred, it’s just clear her mind is all over the place, and she can’t even pinpoint these difficulties to being tipsy, the only evidence of that being the amount she’s talking with her hands, which she rarely does sober. nevertheless, evelyn is genuinely struggling and hopes that at least it comes across that she’s trying her best. licking her lips, she continues, her gaze often falling from his face whenever her thoughts fumble too much. “ … because of the wedding. I always felt like you blamed me, and it’s not that you’re wrong to do so, no, that’s, that’s not what i’m trying to say... i should have never brought you into it. ” her eyes become glassy, shimmering under the lights of his apartment, causing her to come to an abrupt stop. “ i don’t know ... ” trailing off with a small shrug to her shoulders, her features defeated, her nails clink against the glass as she finishes her drink, ignoring the inconsistent buzzing from her phone; the lecture she must be receiving. his last statement is like reality knocking on evelyn’s door, although unsure of the true nature of her feelings and what she expected from this conversation, sadness clouds her features as she nods. “ yeah, I guess you’re right. — I,uh, I don’t want to overstay my welcome … ”

[ftevelyn]

wyatt.

“Red it is.” Wyatt folds back the sleeves of his button-down as he makes his way into his kitchen, the AC on low and feeling much less stifling than even the halls had felt. He pours himself a glass of wine as well, and when he carries them back into the lounge, he steels himself. He doesn’t want this to devolve into an argument, and he doesn’t want her to leave either, but whatever other ways this could go will probably only serve to hurt them more. Call him a glutton for punishment, but he’s hungry for more still, and there isn’t a damn thing Evelyn can do that will make him not want her. Knowing that isn’t the message that he’d gotten across to her while they were actually together hurts, and there’s still that little bundle of fear inside of him that refuses to be silenced, but right now what matters is that they’re here together. “And here we are.” Settling down onto the sofa next to her, Wyatt’s breath hisses out from between his teeth, the strain on his knee making for quite a bit of relief once his weight is finally off of it. He hands Evelyn her wine. “I know you probably don’t want to hear this, Evie, but I really do miss you. Lots.” More than he could’ve admitted if this were any time but right now. More than he would have admitted even before they were separated for as long as they have been. “Maybe too much.”

          a sudden sprout of worry is etched onto her complexion, evelyn catching her hand before it touched his knee, simply hovering over it. “ are you okay ? do you need me to get you anything ? ” her days of being an intern in a hospital are behind her, yet the instinct to care for someone has always been a part of who she is, especially when it came to wyatt and his condition. evelyn would always try to make sure he was comfortable, she’d arrange their dates and outings according to it, even if he considered it too much. it was never bothersome for her, someone who seeks out the good in every situation. instantly, she recalls the baths they’d take together, how’d they’d just simmer in the warmth in the midst of the steam. as he presents her with a glass of wine, she shakes the memory away, taking the glass in her hands. “ thank you. ” her first sip is longer than expected, a mixture of thirst and nervousness, and at his confession, she isn’t sure whether the alcohol has gotten to her, or if it’s a genuine crimson blush spread across her cheeks. she inhales a deep breath, an attempt to steady her heartbeat. “ you ... miss me ? ” eyebrows are furrowed together, her head slightly tipped to the side as another sip drips down her throat, the glass already half empty. the repetition of his words were more so to see if she heard him correctly, if his words are really matching the sincerity on his face. evelyn makes an attempt to also confess something to him. “ ... you know, you were right earlier ... we did have fun. ” a lousy attempt, at most. internally, she’s shouting at herself for never having a way with words that weren’t medical terms. another attempt, this time evelyn sets the wine glass on the coffee table and turns in her seat to face him.  she takes a moment to consider her what she’ll say, licking her wine stained lips. “ wyatt, ” she begins, “ do you really mean that ? about missing me ? i  — all this time, i thought you hated me ... do you ? ” 

[ftevelyn]

wyatt‌.

If Wyatt could’ve had it his way, a ground floor apartment would’ve been what he went for. Unfortunately, beggars can’t be choosers, and there hadn’t been anything opened up down there when he had first moved into the building. Now, though, stepping off the lift, he sort of wishes that he had somewhere more accessible to call his home. If the elevator ever broke down, he would be shit out of luck, because there’s no way this knee of his can handle three flights of stairs. It’s stiff even now, just from working all day and then standing around for the amount of time that he had. He really should be going home alone to take a bath, but there’s something here that he can’t quite let go of just yet. Something that makes him feel like nothing has in so long, he can almost trace it back to when they had broken up.

“Drinks it is, then.” He manages to make it sound clipped, even if it is a small victory, and he makes his way further down the hall to unlock one of the doors. Standing aside, he holds it wide open for her to go inside. “Make yourself at home. Remind me of what your poison is?” Hopefully he has whatever it is that she wants, because there’s no way he’s going out anywhere to find it. If he doesn’t, then maybe there will be a suitable substitute.

          “ can i have a glass of wine ? red, but any other will do. ” evelyn shrugs her shoulders, shooting a polite smile at him as she walks in. before leaving the entrance, she had stepped out of her heels, leaving them near the door. her gaze wandered around as made her way deeper into the apartment, every now and again a detail would pop up and it’d remind her that although they never shared a place together, there were bits and pieces in her last home that reminded her of him even when he wasn’t there. photographs, theater tickets, the business card of the first restaurant they went on a date on, gifts, every piece of memorabilia still sat in a box somewhere in her current closet. it leaves a bitter taste in her mouth, but she pushes through it. “ i like what you did with this place. it’s nice. ” she calls out upon reaching his couch. evelyn takes a seat on the far corner, her clutch resting on the coffee table. wiping out her phone, she swiftly types an apology message to her coworkers, asking for a rain-check. as she locks the device, she can’t help but checking her reflection in the black mirror, tweaking at her makeup and hair, before forcefully stopping, shaking her head at herself in disbelief. that distraction is brief to say the least, she’s trying to seem less tense but her nerves are truly getting the best of her. when he comes around that corner, what should she say ? what should she bring up ? what shouldn’t she say and bring up ? the lines are blurred to the point she can’t make anything of them, it’s suddenly crowded in this empty room, just evelyn and all her overthinking.

[ftevelyn]

wyatt.‌

Knowing what he’s saying is much different from knowing what he’s feeling. Wyatt has tried and tried time and again to sort out the more confusing parts of himself, to grasp just exactly what it is that he’s so afraid of, it keeps him letting go of all of the things that mean anything to him. Still, he’s come up short, and any answer that he wants or needs is so far out of his reach, he wishes he could ask someone to find it for him. He wishes he could ask Evelyn too, because sometimes, he thinks she’s the only one who understands anything at all. Their affair had been hot and exciting, but short-lived at the end of the day — so why does he feel so terrible right now? Why does he feel like he let something slip from between his fingers that he never should’ve let go of? Clearing his throat, Wyatt takes a step towards the now open elevator doors, standing between the junction of one space and the next. The sensors recognizing him keep the doors open for her to walk through, too. “I don’t mean anything. It doesn’t matter.” Immediately, he closes off, all of those instincts of his telling him that he’s suddenly in danger. Danger of feeling. Danger of understanding too much, or of not understanding anything at all. Fuck. He wishes he weren’t so afraid all of the time. He wishes Evelyn didn’t have to suffer for it. Everything between them is so fucked up. “Will you just come over? No drinks necessary. I want to talk.” He doesn’t know what about, but he does know he isn’t ready to let her go yet.

           his dismissal of his previous words forced a defeated sigh out of evelyn. why was he so hard to read ? had it always been this way, but she was blinded by passion ? it couldn’t be. she recalls the late nights and early mornings she’d stay up studying, how she’d often stop to contemplate what was going through his mind as he slept through the night in the other room, every now and again a snore would make her giggle. granted, there were times she didn’t understand him, yet she always made an effort, she swears that if her memory isn’t failing her, before the end, so did he. the thought of waking up next to him blurs what she’s really trying to get at, so evelyn just dismisses her entire thought process. she’d come back to this later.

at his proposition, every rational bone in her body was attempting to convince her otherwise, an internal turmoil as she measured out the possibilities, however it was to no avail, she wouldn’t leave his side tonight with more questions than answers. evelyn nodded in agreement, adding that “ i just might need a drink, though. ” the brunette confesses as she walks past him, standing in the hallway, holding her clutch with both hands, awaiting to follow him. curiosity was laced in the glimpses she took of her surroundings, it was a little different than level 8, but she didn’t mind. 

[ftevelyn]

kyrie.

“anyone with at least half a brain cell would be repulsed by it, and i can only speculate that these neanderthals don’t have anything else that they can proudly show off,” kyrie responds, with a roll of his eyes. “but perhaps it wouldn’t be a bad thing to become a little less picky. …god, i can’t believe i just said that.” leaning back in his chair, kyrie breathes out an exasperated sigh. “it’s just that it’s been a while since i last went out on a date. admittedly, i do miss it.” 

          evelyn’s  eyes  widen  at  the  other  in  both  surprise  and  amusement.  “  well,  look  at  you ! ”  she  even  nods  in  approval. ”  it  would  be  a  great  thing,  think  of  all  the  different  people  you’ll  meet,  a  good  few  of  them  are  granted  to  a  good  time. ” at  the  thought  of  dating  however,  her  grin  fades  as  her  chin  falls  onto  the palm  of  her  hand,  a  defeated  sigh  exiting  her  pout.  “  tell  me  about  it  ...  the  closest  thing  i’ve  had  to  human  affection  lately  was  assisting  in  vascular  surgery.    —  sounds  grim,  but  it  went  really  well.  i  even  got  to  eat  hospital  gelatin  with  a  tiny  plastic  spoon  to  celebrate ...  that’s  what  my  friday  nights  have  been  looking  like  lately. ”

[ftevelyn]

wyatt.

All of the tension surging between them is not cut by the sound of her soft voice, but rather accentuated by it. Wyatt recalls a time when all it would take was her talking to him quietly for him to be able to drift off into a peaceful sleep, and he wishes more than ever that he still had that, right now. Heavy eyelids slip shut, finally offering him a reprieve from staring at her, and he wets his lips with the tip of his tongue as he considers what to do next. Without thinking overly much, he opens his eyes and reaches to press the button for floor four, a surge of bravery overcoming him that he can’t suppress, and maybe that he doesn’t want to suppress either. Dark gaze moving back to Evelyn, he watches the way she traces at the sweat beads coating her skin, even the air conditioning inside not able to keep the heat completely at bay. He wants to reach out and touch her, and his fingers even twitch at his side as he tries to resist the urge that he has to do so. “And who is the right person, exactly?” It’s fishing for what he already knows to be true, and it’s offered with that same edge of bitterness that he’s given everything to her thus far tonight. Still, talking to her is always going to better than not, and he would rather spend all of his time hopelessly following at her heels than he would not have her at all. Wyatt wonders if she knows that, or if it’s just another one of those things that has gotten lost in translation between them. Lost through the weeks and months of distance between them, that he never wanted to be there to begin with. “And do I measure up at all?”

          to evelyn’s surprise, the silence surrounding them is peaceful, a wave of ease relaxing her tensed up muscles. the calm before the storm. have they acted like strangers the past months ? yes, but this isn’t the kind of comfort you find when standing silent next to a stranger. she watches him attentively, her expression calm as she finally takes a good look at wyatt, there’s nothing disheveled about him, yet she still feels the urge to adjust his shirt, run her fingers through his hair... perhaps it’s just the desire to touch him. her eyebrows raise slightly at his bluntness, a wistful smile etched onto her lips. “ someone who loved me, i think. ” she turns her attention upwards, to the signage signaling what floor they were passing, a calculated breath keeping her eyes from welling up and she regained control, facing him once more. the way things ended between them, evelyn couldn’t help but wonder if he ever loved her at all, the mere thought tugging at her heartstrings. his final question has her dumbfounded, a slow blink as she has to recollect her thoughts. her eyebrows drawing together, her head titled slightly to the side, evelyn’s puzzled at his boldness.  “ what do you mean, exactly ? ”  granted, she understands what he’s getting at, what he wants her to reply. however, she considers the query a perspective that’s foreign to the wyatt she’s speaking to now, evelyn concluding that she must be over reading into things, he simply has no interest in her at all. the lift doors dings before opening, yet she stands there frozen, her gaze firmly locked on his. 

[ftevelyn]

wyatt.

A spike of uncertainty shoots through him, making him wobble slightly in his resolve to say anything that he possibly can to hurt her. When did this happen? When did he flip the switch between always needing her happy to wanting to be the one to make her miserable? Mouth dry, Wyatt brings a hand up to rake his fingers irritably through his hair, suddenly feeling overheated and like he needs the longest shower of his life. “I know.” It’s stilted, but it isn’t quite a lie; he does know that it wasn’t really her choice, but it’s easier for him to be angry about it when he can blame her for it. Still, watching the pain well up on her features is too much to take without backtracking slightly, and he draws in a deep, steadying sort of breath. “Are you afraid someone will hear?” It’s asked with a challenging tone, but he takes her hand after a few moments, drawing her towards the elevator. It’s an instinctive sort of hold, and he doesn’t seem to notice it until they’re stood in front of the doors and he’s dropping her wrist. His fingertips tingle where they’d been pressed against her skin. “You overestimate my appeal. I don’t have people throw themselves at me just for existing, and I expect if there were one person out of the pair of us that knows what that feels like, it might be you.” The doors to the lift open as his voice trails off, and he steps inside to wait for her to join him.

            the hint of defiance in his tone irks evelyn's gaze into becoming narrow-eyed. her pout opens to protest back, but she’s interrupted by his touch. her hazel eyes darting to the gesture, now just as wide as her mouth. she follows behind him, her heels clicking against the marble floor, exhaling a sigh of relief as they turn around the corner, evelyn no longer feeling the burning looks of her neighbors on her nape. in this brief quietness, when wyatt lets go of her wrist, she swears she can still feel the heat radiating from his velvet grip, encompassing her entire arm until it reaches her chest, and then burns on her face, a fluttering sensation that sends her into a dizzy. she really wasn’t expecting this, any of this, the conjoint emotions filling her to the brim are starting to fatigue her. at his statement, she gives a light shake of her head, her gaze elsewhere, carefully considering her words. “ you underestimate yourself, i don’t. — me ? whether that’s true or not, it doesn’t matter, you know i don’t like the attention ... it means nothing if it’s not coming from the right person ... ” mirroring him, her voice trails off as her eyes meet his, further consolidating her point. evelyn joins him in the lift, the doors closing behind her. purposefully, she stands on the opposite side to the lift buttons, glimpsing at them, then up at him. your call, is written on her gaze. she has never felt so confused about his intentions, from what brought him to speak to her moments ago, to where he’d take her next. the flurry of thoughts just aggravates the warmth under the skin, evelyn pulling on the sleeves of her dress, letting them fall under her now exposed shoulders. as she pushes her dark hair behind her back, her manicured fingers trace the uncovered small beads of sweat on her neck, her breathing slowing down as she tries to catch it. is she doing this on purpose ? perhaps. right now she just wants answers.

[myjoys]

[ftevelyn]

kyrie‌.

“not mean, i’m just being brutally honest. someone has to be, right? i think it’s al lot meaner to get some ugly guy’s hopes up,” kyrie defends, scrunching up his nose in disgust as he swipes another picture to the left side of his screen. “i agree that the handsome devils shouldn’t be underestimated, but listen, stuart made the choice of adding a picture of himself proudly showing off a dead fish, so i don’t care how many vintage cars he has. you can’t simply bounce back from committing such a crime. as far as i’m concerned, all stuart deserves is a one way trip to cancelvania.” 

          evelyn  caught  her  laughs  with  her  manicured  hand,  resting  it  on  her  lips. “ you  do  have  a  point,  the  dead  fish  photos  are  pretty  gross...  i  can’t  seem  to  understand  it.  they  caught  a  big  fish,  but  what’s  the  big  deal  ?  put  it  back.  also,  i  swear  you  can  smell  it  through  the  screen  too. ”   she  mirrors  the  other,  also  scrunching  up  her  nose  just  at  the  mere  thought  of  it,  lightly  shaking  her  head.  “ why  they  post  it , that  i  don’t  know,  it  just  reminds  me  of  the  thought  process  a  caveman  would  have. ”

[ftevelyn]

wyatt.

This conversation is both one that’s long overdo and one that they shouldn’t be having right now. What had started out as a flirtatious invitation over to his place has turned into something else entirely, and he can feel the pain of old wounds beginning to open up again. Don’t, she says, and he almost wants to give to her like he used to. He almost wants to let her use him, almost wants her to want to use him again, because it felt so good. It would still feel good, even when it hurt. “Moving on?” It’s a question because he doesn’t know exactly what she means by that. Does she mean he fell in love again? That he fucked again? That she lost that place in his heart that used to belong to her? Yeah, right. Only one of those things is true. “You’d moved on before we were even together, so I would tread carefully on whatever assumptions you want to make about my love life, sweetheart.” Swallowing past a sudden lump in his throat, Wyatt continues to study her features despite her aversion to looking at him. He isn’t going to force her to make eye contact, but neither is he going to deprive himself of an opportunity to admire her. It’s been too long since they were so close. 

          in that moment, it was pointless to don a mask and hide the hurt in her face, her eyebrows furrowed as she tightened her crossed arms. she could feel her blood boiling underneath her skin, either her voice would come out as a quiver or a scream. “ how can you even say that ? you know it’s not true. i  — i had no choice. ” despite being hushed, her tone still managed to convey how unjust his words felt to her. the arrangement her parents made had been the greatest betrayal she’d ever felt, one thing she didn’t expected was having to be reminded of that pain in the middle of her apartment’s lobby. just like that, she’s brought back into reality and is reminded that they aren’t the only two people in this room, even though for moments they felt like the last two people on earth. her eyes glanced around, noticing how others were beginning to shoot curious glances back at them. immediately evelyn uncrosses her arms, fixes her posture, and the way her hair is falling over her shoulders, trying to seem natural. how proud her mother would be is a thought she pushed back into the depths it came from. she takes a step closer to whisper at him, even in heels, having to grace to the tip of her toes. " we shouldn’t be talking about this, not here. ” before taking that step back, she caught a whiff of his cologne, which sent her back to places she didn’t even remember, more specifically, the crook of his neck. how she lied there, over his chest, for hours, tracing every inch of his face. was that whisper just an excuse to be reminded of this ? either way, her daydream abruptly ends,  evelyn recalling back to his question, a serious expression etched onto her features. “ you have people throw themselves at you all night, and i don’t remember you as the type to resist. that’s what i meant. ”

[ftevelyn]

wyatt‌.

“Of course you’re sure we’d have fun — we always have.” The tone that he instills into that says exactly what it is that he’s talking about, and it leaves him feeling the dull ache of what used to be far more strongly than he has in a long while. He misses her, is the thing, and although he can’t tell her that now, it’s hard to completely shake the feeling from taking over him. Disappointment tucked away behind a neutral expression, Wyatt draws in a slightly sharp breath as he rights himself, the leaning position making him ache more than he realized that it would. Sometimes his body just doesn’t want to cooperate with him, which is both expected and a problem nonetheless. “And there we go. There’s always someone expecting you, isn’t there?” Ice is laced through his voice now, and it’ll be clear to her where his head has gone. There was someone else throughout the entirety of their relationship, after all, and Wyatt has always been a jealous lover.

          we  always  have.  the  sincerity  in  his  tone  causes  evelyn  to  skip  a  breath,  pressing  her  rose  tinted  lips  closely  together  to  suppress  it.  when  things  end  sourly,  it’s  often  hard  to  remember  that  there  were  indeed  good  times,  however  just  from  hearing  wyatt  acknowledge  the  positive  in  their  relationship,  memories  start  bursting  in  her  mind.  and  he’s  right,  they  really  did  have  fun. 

she  can  almost  feel  the  cold  radiating  from  his  sudden  shift.  softly,  evelyn  only  responded  with  “  don’t. ”  her  pleading  eyes  finally  meet  his  for  the  first  time  during  this  encounter.  evelyn  knows  exactly  what  he’s  referring  to,  and  she  can  hear  her  heart  break  for  him.  truthfully,  it  was  never  her  intention  for  things  to  unroll  the  way  they  did.  the  brunette  always  reconsidered  her  decision  to  pursue  wyatt,  a  part  of  her  knew  it  could  never  end  well,  but  her  feelings  for  him  spoke  too  loud.  crimson  crept  onto  her  cheeks,  causing  her  to  break  the  stronghold  between  their  gaze,  evelyn  distracting  herself  by  glancing  around,  adjusting  the  sleeves  of  her  dress.  “ it’s  not  like  that,  anyway.  even  if  it  was,  i’m  sure  you  had  no  problem  moving  on. ” she  can’t  face  him  this  time,  her  arms  crossed  over  her  chest  as  she  looks  away.

[ftevelyn]

kyrie‌.

“ugh, why do eighty-five percent of men look like they just crawled out from under a damn bridge all the time?” kyrie groans, as his index finger vigourously swipes left on his phone screen. “i know people love to pull that whole ‘it’s who you are on the inside that matters’ nonsense, but no one cares that you’ve read a book or two, if you look like a whole goblin, stuart.”

          “ a  ...  goblin  ?  ”  her  eyebrows  are  furrowed  in  slight  confusion,  her  expression  tainted  with  amusement  as  a  chuckle  left  her  lips. “ that’s  so  mean,  kyrie ...  i’m  sure  there’s   something  good  about  stuart,  maybe  he  drives  one  of  those  cool  vintage  cars. ”  her  shoulders  give  a  slight  shrug.  “ it’s  news  to  no  one,  but really,  it’s  the  pretty  ones  you’ve  got  to  look  out  for.  those  goblin  personalities  come  out  without  a  warning. ”