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@hautline
HAUTLINE ✪ independent and semi-selective roleplay blog. original characters and universes, all curated by nic (twenty6 • she&they • cst). open to new writing partners, but prioritizing mutual connections.
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❝ what did you think i was going to do, annouce it to the entire world? — would you possibly care to share why that would be so earth shattering for you? ❞
𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒃𝒂𝒆𝒌 is on the line … [ ✔ ] accept or [ ✘ ] decline?
BLOGUPDATES ❀ last updated on 08.12 @ ~3pm. 58 on-going threads | 54 drafts | 00 outgoing
priority list: (1) finish blog revamp. (2) answer at least 20 drafts. (1/20)
enbloom -> hautline.
“hey, fair is fair, isn't it? you promised milkshakes if i won. and guess what just happened.”
𓇢𓆸 ⠀ideas scribbled for the 𝓁𝑜𝑣𝑒 of @hautline , detailing the affairs of takayama shiori & utp .ᐟ
❝ must have been distracted by something when i agreed to that. ❞ bewitched is more like it, by a pretty face inches from her own. head tilts as she feigns contemplation. if she takes that moment of pause to shove down a bite of envy, it's no one's business but her own. ❝ —i'll keep my promise if you stay over. ❞
BLOGUPDATES ❀ last updated on 08.12 @ ~3pm. 58 on-going threads | 54 drafts | 00 outgoing
priority list: (1) finish blog revamp. (2) answer at least 20 drafts. (1/20)
enbloom -> hautline.
SPECIAL DELIVERY for @enbloom, from josie odelle.
"you know, when you asked me to come over — this wasn't what i had in mind."
❝ i really needed your opinion on this. ❞ nevertheless, attention is just as easily swayed in her direction. the frame he's attempting to center clambers against the wall. brows raise in question, ❝ what did you think you were agreeing to? — hypothetically, of course. ❞
ENBLOOM >>> HAUTLINE
another blink doesn't make things any clearer ⎯ arya's presence is still a conundrum that leaves her mind spinning and her feet itching to close the distance between them. “who? beau.” she shakes her head, as if it'd make that blunder any less so. “he. um. i thought he was here, but if you haven't seen him...” temptation gives: she takes a few steps closer, eyes falling briefly on the box before they come to find arya's visage again. with a ferocity she doesn't know what to do with, she wants to erase her boyfriend's name from the other's tongue. “please. make yourself comfortable. can i get you something to drink? i have some raspberry tea or ... wine, if you're in a drinking mood and don't plan on driving any time soon.”
who? how badly arya wants to tease and gloat, all at once. she doesn't, of course – this act necessitates the careful consideration of every move. ❝ are you sure that's okay? i don't want to intrude. ❞ except she desperately does. purse is placed on the entry table as she takes another step into the apartment. intentionally goes the opposite direction of damaris, as if letting her get too close would reveal every bit of schmoozing she did to get here. ❝ a drink sounds nice. i love a sweet wine, if you have any hiding. ❞ she looks back to the other with an impressed smile, ❝ this flat is insane, no wonder beau is so … like that. ❞
❝ for now? ❞ echo is meant to sound teasing, but it's unbridled in selfish curiosity. ❝ you have such a way with words. ❞ amusement finds its way in that time, laugh sputtering out despite all attempts to remain sincere. ❝ i think everyone's looking right at you, like, all the time — if that's helpful at all. ❞ he isn't jealous about it, thank you. he doesn't want to physically direct their attention elsewhere, not one bit. aiden shrinks back into the lounger when the question is directed back to him, ❝ cerise is perfect. like, made in a lab for this show perfect. it's just… i don't know. i can't get out of my head about – something. ❞
queer love island, continued. @melondraft
❝ ah, you know this heart beats for you. ❞ one arm goes around her shoulder, a picture-perfect display for whatever camera lurks around them. the other pats just over the instrument in question. gaze gives an answer to her question. eyes fit over the person truly holding his affections, seemingly stuck on gunner as he talks to another contestant across the yard. ❝ not sure if i'm allowed to, to be honest. ❞ bites on the inside of his cheek, an unnamed sinking feeling nipping at him with consideration of it being forbidden territory for the show itself. voice a little lower, ❝ feels like it could blow a lot of things up. ❞ finally, he pries his eyes away in favor of looking at cerise instead. offers her a smile, ❝ and you, light of my life? how are things going out there? ❞
queer love island, continued. @melondraft
nose wrinkles at the other's question. does she really like him? not exactly. she looks down at her nails to play it off, picking at a corner of polish that got raised in a challenge that day. ❝ i mean, he's very nice. ❞ brings pause even to minji, because that really isn't how you should speak of someone you're interested in. perhaps she would feel more guilty if she weren't ninety-percent sure that he felt the same. ❝ i don't know. i've never had to work this hard at anything in my life. people usually pull me for chats, you know? ❞
queer love island, continued. @melondraft
𝐄𝐗-𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐒
𝙲𝙷𝙰𝙿𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝙾𝙽𝙴 … every word has a consequence, whether you realize it or not. ( @enbloom )
the fact that she's here isn't as much of a surprise as ahwi wishes it were. if anything, there's resignation burning in her stomach over the fact that she can't avoid the other forever ... still. she'd rather not be stuck alone with her, but here they are. “could you not ask my members about me?” she says, the first words she's spoken to dahee in years, in lieu of ⎯ anything else. “i can't stop you from speaking to them, but i don't want to speak to you. please stop asking.”
was she staring? the answer is definitely yes, brown eyes practically boring holes into the side of the other's face. a plethora of close-ended questions drift through her head: will she notice me? does she think of me? could she forgive me? it's the metaphorical equivalent of being splashed with cold water when the other speaks to her, eyes widening with every word. ❝ oh. ❞ initial reply leaves her instinctively, head bowing into a nod of surrender. ❝ okay. i won't ask about you. ❞ dahee swallows around the lump in her throat. she looks around the room now, willing one of her members to stroll by. they don't, of course. ❝ — i wanted to apologize. ❞
❝ oh. ❞ lips form a thin line before popping, manicured hand running through light brunette locks as habit of nervousness. ❝ i always forget men have an expiration date -- but i'm happy for you ! no, really, i -- maybe we could have a double date or some sort of thing, i mean, your friend wanted my number, right ? ❞
❝ an expiration date? i couldn't wait around forever, celeste. ❞ it's a weak excuse. knows this because if there was a person on planet earth worth the wait, she was standing right in front of him. there's a twitch in his jaw at the prospect of finally relenting and passing her number along. as selfish as it is illogical, given the dynamic at play. ❝ i don't think a double date is a good idea. second of all, he's the worst. no. ❞
‘ believe it or not , what i have with them is real . have you considered that maybe you're the distraction ? ’
comment lands exactly where she intended it to, but beau is set on making sure she doesn't know it. brows raise in a daring way, ❝ how real could it be if you're still in front of me? ❞
arms were folded across her chest, manicured nail of her index finger scratching at the fabric of her sweater by her elbow. perhaps that meant he thought about her too. and even if that were wishful thinking, the slightest hint of a smile ghosted along her lips because of it. “ i don’t think i could ever leave this place. it’s home. ” and boring, and normal, and perfect for someone who preferred to hide within those shadows. unlike him who had found the spotlight. “ so what’s brought you back then? ”
funny that she mentions it, because home is all he's been thinking since she walked by. he nods in understanding, ❝ it's definitely got a way of reeling you back in, just when you think you made it out. ❞ a bit of a self-read there. he rubs at the back of his neck, ❝ mom said she couldn't do it alone anymore, and really – what else could i do but come right back? ❞ a momentary pause before he speaks again, ❝ you should swing by sometime. it'd make her day. ❞
mason’s halfhearted protest just earned a knowing stare from manon, eyebrows creased into a doubtful frown. “ like what? she pouts so hard she’s near tears when you leave to get her a drink. ” she wanted to gag. but at the very least she respected her best friend enough to stifle the urge, in the hopes she would get through to him. “ none of your friends like her. she keeps inviting herself to everything, and we’re sick of it. she wants your world to revolve around her, and clearly you don’t even see it. ”
❝ well… somebody's gotta notice when i'm not around. ❞ purposefully obtuse as he stears around the point. an unwillingness to accept that his relationship could have such a fatal flaw. ❝ are there other problems i don't know about? i mean, what's so wrong about my girlfriend liking me too much? isn't that the dream? ❞
kazim had wondered about what he would do when his fight or flight instincts kicked in. whether running through hundreds of high stress situations in virtual worlds would do him any favours. but there was a complete lack of either fighting or flying, as feet were nailed to the ground at the sight of the stranger strutting into his living room. “ who is ava? ” he should have been thankful the words didn’t come out in a stammer, or it would have further fed her delusions that he was somehow the intruder here. “ did i... what in the world are you talking about? how am i the intruder here? ” his sweats and fluffy socks were hardly the appropriate attire for robbing someone’s place but logic seemed to have gone out of the window moments ago. and was that his spare key clutched in her hand? unsure of what to do, hands were raised as universal sign of intending no harm in the hopes it would stop her current fit of panic before she considered him dangerous. or worse, broke her own neck in her hurried retreat. “ i don’t know how you got in here, but it would’ve been nice if you’d knocked. could have spared us both a heart attack. ”
eyes narrow, like she can detect ill intent through visuals alone. gaze moves from his raised hands to the outfit he's wearing, peering around him as if she's anticipating more to pop out. to her credit, she does seem to back down. leans down slowly to grab her shoes, still staring at him like a deer caught in headlights. ❝ 212. i got in with the spare key. ❞ stated like it's obvious, holding the key out as she raises with her shoes in hand. ❝ which was under the pot, which is exactly where ava said it would be… ❞ head tilts as she processes it, ❝ are you her boyfriend? ❞
