HEARTBREAKER

"I know l o v e as a fading thing, just as fickle as a feather in a stream." oc, sideblog, indie rp.

[zvezdax-blog]

Leela examined her friend’s expression and words, then sighed along with her “I do know that feeling. It sounds like when I was back at home with my 4 sisters, and no matter what I did, my decisions were being always questioned by my mother” she looked up to the sky for a moment, contemplating it, then added “Don’t apologize. It’s not like you can think clearly when you’re exhausted.” she wanted to say something else, but as usual, she kept it to herself and turned to her friend. “Is everything okay at work?”

[hellxonheels]

      This state she was in wasn’t something that happened often. In fact, it was such a rarity that even Erin couldn’t understand what was going on in her mind. She was experiencing doubt. How strange for someone who usually so casually oozes confidence. She sighs but takes in some comfort that her friend understands. “Yeah, exactly. It’s like… I’m doing so much but receiving so little.” She purses her lips then shrugs. “Work is just… testing me right now. I knew from day one what I was getting into, but I didn’t think it’d be… so mentally and physically exhausting.”

[presquevu-deactivated20180521]

In the trade of business and politics, social gatherings were a necessary evil. About a hundred things preceded attending a charity event in the list of things he thought was a smart use of his time. Nonetheless, Charles’s mother was persistent on showing up to gala as a family unit, especially now that his father was running for a higher office—the Presidency. He purposely lagged behind his parents, who were caught in conversation with a sponsor, no doubt. It was then that he’d noticed the lady walking in front of him had slipped off her shoe. He bowed down and reached for it, leaning back just in time for her to catch him holding the lone shoe in his hands. He laughed at the suggestion but went along with it. “You could give me your name, and perhaps your address, as well. It’ll make finding you a bit easier. Fitting this shoe on the entire female population of New York might take months.”

[hellxonheels]

       His response sparked a smile on her lips and a laugh that desperately wanted to escape. She chuckled softly and tilted her head in playful thought. “But that’s all part of the fun, isn’t it? Shows your dedication.” She grinned then extended her hand to take the heel. “Then again, I’m sure you’re bound to give it to the wrong girl considering how big this city is. Might as well take it while I can.” She took the shoe and slipped it on carefully before glancing at him once more. “Thanks, though.”

[hellxonheels]

@llttlelungs liked for a starter.

      Out of all the emotions and sensations one person could have, feeling a moment of nostalgia was most likely Erin’s least favorite thing. It almost felt like torture, even if something were to bring up good memories. No good came from nostalgia in her eyes. So, looking up from a sketch in progress, she told her friend, “Could you please change the song?”

[hellxonheels]

+ @zvezdax liked for a starter.

“I hate that feeling, you know? Like you’re constantly running on a fucking treadmill that gets to nowhere,” she sighs and looks at her friend, “I don’t know what I’m saying. Work is exhausting me lately.”  

[hellxonheels]

+ @seoulheart​ liked for a starter.

“What?” she asked with a chuckle, reaching over for her drink, “You look surprise that I agreed to come out tonight. You know I’m always game if there’s alcohol involved.”

[hellxonheels]

+ @kingvilliers liked for a starter.

    Erin was always having to attend these big wig parties for the sake of the company she worked for. She’d complain, but seeing as it could lead to smart business endeavors, she always made it a point to attend and make the best of the night. With a drink in her hand, she began to make her way up a few steps then realized her heel had slipped off. She turned back to grab it, but it was already in the hands of a stranger. She couldn’t help but to smirk. “Is this the part where I need to leave before my carriage turns back into a pumpkin?”

[midnighthcursarchive-blog-deact]

      Lani brought a hand to her heart, eyebrows raising as a quiet sigh left her lips. “Me? I was your most-admired enemy?” she asked playfully as she reached up to wipe away an imaginary tear, “I’m touched, really,” Lani teased before giggling. It was so easy for her to be herself with Erin, and she wasn’t used to that. She always had to work so hard to make sure people didn’t think she was the nerdy loser she was in High School. Erin had seen her at her worst, but the one thing Lani had to hand to her former adversary was that she never made fun of Lani about her glasses, or the way she dressed like the rest of the kids they went to school with. Their relationship was strictly competitive. When you were fighting to be the top of the class, looks tend to take a backseat to intelligence. “Okay – enough talking about the past. I wanna know about the present. What’s going on? Any guys in your life? Any girls?”

[hellxonheels]

      “You should be,” Erin mused, “It’s a great honor to be admired by me.” She let out a laugh and shook her head, feeling a sense of something she hasn’t in ages – joy. Wow, that’s pretty depressing, isn’t it? It’s not that she was sad, but she didn’t really have time to feel anything else than being busy. She never connected with people too often- always that way since she was younger, too. Moving around as a kid made friendships pretty pointless, and in high school she was more focused on creating something beautiful from scraps. Lani was about the only thing that sparked any memory from those days. Everyone and everything else was a blur. Erin tapped her fingertips against her glass in thought before answering. “No guys or girls in my life worth mentioning. I’m pretty much already married to my job. What about you?”

[hellxonheels]

i’ve been really slacking on this blog. it’d be awesome to have more stuff! like this for a starter

[midnighthcursarchive-blog-deact]

        Maybe if they wouldn’t have been so set on taking each other down in High School, this night could have happened a long time ago. It was certainly needed tonight, though – Lani was burnt out, to say the least. She’d been running on fumes, making sure the start to her internship ran smoothly. It had, for the most part, but now that she was finally able to breathe, she didn’t wanna spend that time sleeping (which would have clearly been the logical choice for Lani). She wanted to have fun. And when she bumped into Erin yesterday, she was looking to bury the hatched, and thankful, Erin was more than willing to do the same thing. A little grin came to her face as she looked away almost shyly. She knew Erin was kidding, but it’s not like she wasn’t right, either. Lani would pretend she wasn’t, though. “Hey, if you knew I was staring all the time, that must mean you were staring back, right?”, she teased.

[hellxonheels]

     This was supposed to be strange, wasn’t it? It felt like it should be, but Erin felt quite comfortable. In fact, she was enjoying this little banter back and forth. It just felt like an impossible idea considering their history – though it was all just petty high school bullshit anyways. Regardless, Erin was hard to please most days. She was always working, always invested in bettering her career and never had a moment for the little things in life like this. To be spending it was somebody like Lani was just icing on the cake. “How could I not?” she replied simply, her eyebrow rising quizzically. “I always admire my enemies. Specifically you over others, though.”

[midnighthcursarchive-blog-deact]

      Lani scoffed, eyebrows furrowing as a  smirk that matched the one on Erin’s face came to her own, “Sabotage? You take that back!” she said before laughing and taking another sip of her drink. This was just the kind of girls night out that she needed – but she hadn’t known that she’d get it from Erin. But she certainly wasn’t complaining now; she couldn’t remember the last time she laughed so much. With a playful roll of her eyes, Lani shrugged, “Fine, I guess I can attest to that. The few times you did get first place, the ribbon really brought out your eyes,” she said in a way that made it hard to tell if she was serious or not.

[hellxonheels]

      It felt strange, but somehow a good strange. Being there with Lani, and all. Erin wasn’t the most forgiving person, either. Then again, that was simply high school and when she thinks about her past she just grimaces. She really couldn’t remember just what it was that made them get under each other’s skin. Erin stirred the ice in her drink before taking a sip and smiling over at the girl. She couldn’t tell if she was just joking or not, but she assumed she was. “Oh, don’t worry, I knew. You’d always stare at me. First I thought it was because of, you know, jealousy. But I was quick to realize you just get lost in my eyes.” And now she was the joking one.

[midnighthcursarchive-blog-deact]

open || females and non-binary preferred

“If I remember correctly, you always made that second place science fair ribbon look really good,” Lani joked, giggling, “I think first place always suited me a little better.” Now that they were well out of High School – and as a result, distanced from the bitter rivalry they were engaged in all four years – Lani was glad that they were able to look back and see how ridiculous they had been to each other, when they could have been friends the whole time.

[hellxonheels]

       With the past set aside, Erin still couldn’t help but to roll her eyes (even though her lips curved into a little smirk). “Everyone knew that you totally sabotaged my projects” Of course that wasn’t the least bit true, and Lani knew just the same, but Erin couldn’t help but to tease. Her smile grew a bit. “besides, any ribbon would look good on me. Come on now.”

[mindlessmuses-blog1]

Danielle chuckled out of relief. It was something so small, yet she already knew it was exactly what she needed. “Me either…but I’m pretty sure I was still at the Academy.” Danielle laughed again.

“Come on. You can tell me all about that bitch boss of yours, and how she torments you.” She led the way out of the department store, and into the nearest cafe she could find.

[hellxonheels]

     A sigh escaped her, eyebrows rising just so. Danielle always had a way of getting inside her mind. There wasn’t a day that went by where she didn’t feel the torment of her boss. At this point, Danielle was well aware of the toll it was taking on Erin.

     She followed her out of the store and tossed her bag over her shoulder. “Cruella Deville has been making my life hell lately. She’s on that Meryl Streep Devil’s Wear Prada level. Actually, she’s worse.” Tucking in her lips, she rolled her eyes and looked over at the girl. “but who am I to complain? You’re just has to be ten times harder than mine will ever be.”

[bravequiet]

“You are so brave and quiet

                                                                    I forget you are suffering.”

     original character, indie rp.

[khalidbooker-blog]

Bautista laughed lightly as she spoke — for him, there was no point in not getting hammered whenever he had a night off. After letting out an annoyed ouch when she hit him with the pillow, he couldn’t help but turn his face to the side to watch her as she walked towards his fridge. “Why do you always make me sound like the bad guy?” He asked in a wounded tone, leaning in and pouring himself another shot of the drink he had made. “I told you it was going to be a typical Argentinian night, sorry I didn’t specify what it was going to involve…”

[hellxonheels]

         “Because you always are the bad guy,” she smiles devishly, “I’m the innocent one, remember?” If anyone knew how untrue that was, it was Bautista. Erin could be two people – your greatest friend or your worst enemy. She got comfortable on his couch and put her beer to her lips, watching him take another shot like it was absolutely nothing. She had to admit she was impressed. “I thought you meant possibly Argentinian cuisine or music, not so much drinking liquor that will most likely make you blind.”

[tequilasunriise-deactivated2016]

 “hey, any time. what better way to blow through cash than to buy something for someone else. especially if they’re gorgeous.”

[hellxonheels]

A sly little smile appears on her lips. There was always something nice about little compliments.

                                                      “Hmm. Is that why you were staring at me before? Because you                                                             think I’m gorgeous?” 

She couldn’t help but to mess with him a little. Her smile was quick to show she was only teasing.                                                          “ You’re pretty sweet. What brings you here alone, or is your date in                                                         the bathroom and this is how you make small talk?”

[weightofwararchive]

        he remembers it like it had just happened seconds ago, the unholy screeching of brakes on unforgiving winter ice. the impact of metal on the base of a hard tree trunk, frozen over by the goddamn temperature. he remembers rushing, in spite of the goddamn jumpstart of his heart at the sudden collision, to the side of the woman’s car, calling for backup. 

            they told him that if he hadn’t called as soon as possible, she probably wouldn’t have survived. a concussion, multiple bone fractures. god knows what else she survived with, but if he hadn’t called – she probably would’ve been gone because of him. 

          and he’s not sure of the reason why she crashed. he’d been walking out on the street but he was certain the light was red for the opposite side of the intersection. blame it on the ice if you could. either way, it wasn’t important. 

          he’s standing outside talking to the doctors when the nurse tells him she’s awake. the accident happened about twelve hours ago. he hasn’t slept or left since. they’ve been trying to figure out who she is. her i.d. and all that – being rummaged through the remains of her car that had exploded shortly after they’d extracted her from it. 

           politely excusing himself from the nurse, he steps carefully into her room, sitting at a chair across from her hospital bed. 

                 ‘ my name is beckett boyer. do you remember what happened? ‘ 

[hellxonheels]

  It’s a bit of a blur. That’s how these things go, she supposes. When she awoke, her eyes took a while to adjust to the fluorescents and the discolored white of the walls. Nothing clicks in her mind except that she’s in pain and it’s all she can really feel. There was no room to wonder where she was, why she was there, how she got there.

      But she was alive, and she knew this was true by the steady pulse of the heart monitor. Heart monitor? She was in the hospital. Pushing herself up slowly, she sat in bed and glanced down at all the cords hooked up to her.

      She was just about ready to pull them all out of them before a man walked in and spoke. Does she remember what happened?

      “Tree,” she says softly, recollecting visions that blurred in with foggy glow of winter. “I ran into a tree- shit. My car.” She groaned softly, feeling the pain in her head throb. Looking at him once more, she asked, “Who are you?”

[khalidbooker-blog]

Bautista shook his head in disapproval, squeezing his eyes shut as he did so. “What a whiner! It’s just vodka, gin, whisky, campari and ron,” he said with a shrug. He was fully aware the drink was strong and that it wasn’t made for everybody, an extremely valid reason not to push her any further. “I’m pretty sure I have some beers in the fridge so help yourself. Unless you feel like you can’t walk already…” There was a hint of tease in his voice and he had to bite down his lip in order to stop himself from smiling too much. 

[hellxonheels]

     “Excuse me?” she spat out shaking her head. “I am not a whiner. I’m just not wishing to get completely fucked up tonight, thank you very much.” And maybe that was a good excuse and all, but when it came down to it, she was whining. Standing up, she grabbed a pillow off his couch and smacked him in the face before walking to his kitchen. “You’re so hilarious,” she says sarcastically, though a smile is bright on her lips. She grabbed herself a beer and popped it open before heading back into the living room where she took a seat. “I think you only told me to come over so you could tease me and get me sick with your booze. How evil of you.”