[goodfaiths]

ׅ ࣪𓏲ּ ֶָ 　　…　　𝗻𝗼   𝗼𝗻𝗲   𝘀𝗲𝗲𝘀   𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗻   𝘆𝗼𝘂   𝗹𝗼𝘀𝗲      𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯   𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦   𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨   𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘦.         welcome   to      #𝙶𝙾𝙾𝙳𝙵𝙰𝙸𝚃𝙷𝚂,      a   collection   of   dependent   characters   as   written   by      vanya.

char directory tba.

[notorietys]

. . . . . . . . . . 𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚁𝙴'𝚂   𝙰   𝚅𝙸𝙲𝙸𝙾𝚄𝚂𝙽𝙴𝚂𝚂   𝙸𝙽   𝙷𝙴𝚁   𝚂𝙼𝙸𝙻𝙴   now   ,   own   canines   tugging   at   painted   red   .   “   believe   me   ,   if   you   didn’t   smell   as   bad   as   you   do   ,   you   and   a   shower   wouldn’t   even   cross   my   mind   .   ”   she’s   cheeky   ,   maliciousness   embedded   in   words   .   she   wouldn’t   give   him   the   satisfaction   of   knowing   she   thought   about   him   .   occasionally   .

[goodfaiths]

𝗰𝗮𝘁      +      𝗺𝗼𝘂𝘀𝗲,   𝗵𝗲’𝗹𝗹   𝗯𝗲𝗴𝗶𝗻   𝘁𝗼   𝗰𝗹𝗼𝘀𝗲   𝘁𝗵𝗲   𝗴𝗮𝗽         …         slow,   predatory   steps   bring   him   closer,   narrowed   cerulean   dips   to   carmine.      (      just   briefly,   but   noticeably      /      enough   to      tease.      )         “      is   that   right,   darlin’      ?      ”         he’s   all   marlboro   reds      +      tom   ford,   vanilla   wrapped   in   smoke,   half   -   tempted   to   hook   a   finger   under   her   chin      +      drag   her   gaze   up.      she’s   an   exercise   in   push      +      pull,   but   he’s   all   push.         “      i   don’t   think   i   do   believe   you.      ”

[cfmagivs]

the moment she had received the invitation from the older and much more experienced driver, katerina had agreed to an early workout, eager to spend any time with the man she had idolised growing up and still did. it was as though groggily entered the nearly empty establishment did she begin to regret saying yes to such an early time. if it was up to the woman, she would still be warm and happy in a state of sleep, wrapped in a cocoon of soft blankets. the moment the male filled her vision and his voice reached her ears, a shy but friendly smile graced her face as footsteps brought her closer to her future teammate and the piece of equipment. " i am a woman of my word, " an attempt to play it cool though her cheeks threatened to erupt in an uncontrollable blush. " are we following your usual training regime ? it would be interesting to see how formula 1 drivers train. you know for when the season begins for me, " she could not stop herself from rambling. it was by some fate that in the midst of her rambling that katerina did not admit that she already seen videos of his training before.

[goodfaiths]

𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲’𝘀   𝗮   𝗳𝗼𝗻𝗱𝗻𝗲𝘀𝘀   𝘄𝗿𝗶𝘁   𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗼   𝘀𝗼𝗳𝘁𝗲𝗻𝗲𝗱   𝗲𝘅𝗽𝗿𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗼𝗻         —         her   unbridled   enthusiasm   is   infectious.   passion      +      joy   aren’t   hard   to   come   by,   not   in   their   line   of   work,   but   hers   is   so   fresh.      (      he   remembers   it   well,   the   adrenaline   of   it   all,      second   hummingbird   heartbeat      that   thrummed,   desperately   alive,   besides   the   steady   rush   of   his   pulse.   it’s   never   left,   not   grown   dormant         …         the   way   katerina   smiles   at   him,   though,   he   can   feel   it      building      again.      )         “      i   like   it.   promises   kept   already.      ”         treadmill   crawls   to   a   slow   stop,      +      his   disembark   is   graceful         ;         sharp   lines   of   his   side   come   to   rest   against   it   as   he   faces   her   properly.         “      yeah,   yeah,   just   my   normal   one         —         i   like   getting   my   workouts   done   early.      go   figure.      it’s   kinda   nice,   y’know,   you   have   the   place   to   yourself      +      it’s   all   just         …         quiet.      ”         dark   gaze   settles   on   her   countenance         ;         she   inspires   a   kind   of   honesty,   refreshing   in   how   he   opens   up.         “      your   first   season   is   always   the   best.   it’s,   like,   mindblowing.   it   won’t   feel   real   for   ages,      +      then   it      hits.      i’m   excited   that   you’re   with   us,   i’ve   been   watching   your   career.   you’re   damn   good,   y’know   that      ?         ”

[notorietys]

✱     𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚃𝚄𝚂        :       private , writers choice. ( @goodfaiths ) ✱     𝚂𝙴𝚃𝚃𝙸𝙽𝙶       :     pending.

. . . . . . . . . . 𝙰   𝙵𝙻𝚄𝚃𝚃𝙴𝚁𝙸𝙽𝙶   𝙾𝙵   𝚂𝙺𝙸𝚁𝚃   𝚂𝙴𝚃𝚃𝙻𝙴𝚂   around   her   as   her   twirl   comes   to   a   stop   .   “   yes   ,   no   …   does   it   look   okay   ?   ”

[goodfaiths]

𝗵𝗼𝗻𝗲𝘆𝗲𝗱   𝗴𝗮𝘇𝗲   𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗰𝗸𝘀   𝘁𝗵𝗲   𝗺𝗼𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻,      all   sweeping   fabric      +      elegant   stop.   it   earns   the   kind   of   smile   that   reaches   well   past   the   bitten   shape   of   their   mouth,   ekes   into   wide   hues   when   they   nod.      “      you   look      stunning.      seriously,   it   fits   you   like   a   glove.      ”

[notorietys]

✱     𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚃𝚄𝚂        :       private , writers choice. ( @goodfaiths ) ✱     𝚂𝙴𝚃𝚃𝙸𝙽𝙶       :     pending.

. . . . . . . . . . 𝙱𝚁𝙾𝚆   𝙿𝙴𝙰𝙺𝙴𝙳   ,   𝙼𝙰𝙽𝙸𝙲𝚄𝚁𝙴𝙳   𝙰𝙽𝙳   𝙻𝙸𝙵𝚃𝙴𝙳   𝚃𝙾𝚆𝙰𝚁𝙳𝚂   hairline   ,   but   even   that   can’t   conceal   the   unimpressed   sneer   that   marred   painted   lips   .   “   you   look   like   you   haven’t   showered   in   a   week   .   ”

[goodfaiths]

𝘄𝗶𝗰𝗸𝗲𝗱   𝘀𝗹𝗮𝘀𝗵   𝗼𝗳   𝗮   𝘀𝗺𝗶𝗿𝗸,      caught   on   the   pearly   edge   of   a   canine:         “      sounds   like   you’re   thinking   about   me   in   the   shower,      princess.      ask   nicely,      +      i’ll   let   you   in   next   time.         ”         don’t   threaten   him   with   a   good   time      !

[goodfaiths]

𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚃𝚄𝚂               ꗃ               closed,   to   katerina   tomás      (      @cfcoquettes      ). 𝙻𝙾𝙲𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽               ꗃ               a   24   -   hr   gym,   at   fuckass   am.

𝘁𝗼   𝗰𝗮𝗹𝗹   𝗶𝘁   𝗼𝗳𝗳𝗲𝗻𝘀𝗶𝘃𝗲𝗹𝘆   𝗲𝗮𝗿𝗹𝘆   𝗶𝘀   𝗱𝗼𝘄𝗻𝗽𝗹𝗮𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴   𝗶𝘁:      dawn   pastels   have   yet   to   streak   through   inky   dark,      +      the   streets   echo   with   an   eerie   silence   altogether   unbecoming   of   the      city   of   angels.      normal   people   are   still   fast   asleep,   curled   in   bedsheets   that   radiate   warmth         …         he   supposes,   in   retrospect,   that   he’s   stopped   qualifying   as   normal   a      long   time   ago.      henceforth:      airpods   hum,   drowning   out   the   sound   of   the   treadmill   he’s   warming   up   on,   absentminded   movement   that   comes   easy   as   breathing   now.   the   only   thing   that   shifts   concentration   is   the   jut   of   the   door,      +      the   figure   that   appears,   silhouetted   in   pre   -   dawn.         “      you   made   it      !      ”      his   greeting   smile   is   wide,   punctuated   by   twin   dimples.   quite   frankly,   he’d   expected   katerina   to   tell   him   to      go   fuck   himself      when   he   suggested   that   she   come   along   to   unearthly   -   early   gym   session.         “      c’mon,   sleepyhead.   you’re   gonna   feel   great   after   this,   i   swear.      ”