𝖦𝖮𝖫𝖣 ／𝗥𝗨𝗦𝗛

[idlehearts]

#𝚒𝚍𝚕𝚎𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚜: 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘧𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥; 𝘮𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭.

dependent multi-muse blog for coyotevalleyrp, as imagined, loved and sometimes despised by g.

✨ 𝚏𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 ✨

・ALEXANDER WARREN aka the mediator. the fourty-two year old author. proud adoptive father of two who can be caring but is also known to be reticent; resides in sierra spring. portrayed by aaron tveit. ( he/him )

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・REBECCA HENNING aka the opaque. the fourty-eight year old ob/gyn. proud wife and mother who can be meticulous but is also known to be distrusting; resides in the meadow. portrayed by freema agyeman. ( she/her )

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[safiyeburuk]

Safiye hadn't grown used to the sheer amount of time she had in a day now that she'd moved to town and decided to remain a stay at home... person. No family, no companion, outside the old house she'd bought that needed some severe upgrading. That project was meant to keep her busy until it came time to actually put hammer to wall and she realized she was out of her depth. Now she was back to square one while the engineers and renovation team she hired worked on her home.

A walk wouldn't suffice but it would shave off an hour or two from her day. Atleast it was the pep talk she gave herself until her glasses started slipping down the bridge of her nose, her earphones continuously nagged her with a beeping reminder to charge them, and the shoes she'd just brought were in the process of causing a large blister.

If things couldn't get worse, it did in the form of an excitable dog. Her hand shot out, nose wrinkled in subtle disgust at the large dog. It wasn't that she disliked them but she didn't know this dog and she feared he'd jump and knock her over.

"Most of the time?" She asked with a perked brow, happy to drag her fingers over his fur tentatively before pulling back. "Shouldn't he be leashed if he's only partly kind to strangers? You could get yourself in a bad lawsuit if he bites." Or worse, she feared.

[idlehearts]

"Except if you're a squirrel or my shoes. Those are his two mortal enemies. Other than that he's very nice I swear just— excitable" he tried to explain, still overtly apologetic. He was lucky that his chocolate labradoodle was as social and as caring as he was. He was easy to get along with almost every animal and all humans they've met through their time together, even to a fault. He could recall numerous times strangers would start petting him and he'd immediately become a puddle, leaving Alexander to wait for him to tire of socializing, fearing the labradoodle would simply follow home anyone who payed her enough attention and love.

"He is" Alexander hurried to explain as he heard her next line of questioning, kneeling to try and get a hold on the dangling blue leash had let go of accidentally to show the other, Pollux was left to sniff the other's shoe as he wigged his tail with reckless abandon. "It was all me, I was distracted so when he started running he caught me off guard and made me lose control of him. You're totally right though, I should've been more attentive."

A beat. "Really, are you okay? I truly am sorry. I swear he's very friendly buy you never know. Did he hurt you?"

[cherryw1nes]

𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 ⋮ 𝘤𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 @ 5. ( 𝟬 / 𝟱 )

LOCATION: back in the day; antique shop.

TIME: sometime in the early afternoon.

in dire need of inspiration to cure her writer’s block, anya took the liberty of taking a break from staring mindlessly at the blank document that had been taunting her all morning. perhaps a wander around the streets could spark some ideas? in fact, people watching and observing the world go by was partly to thank for some of the characters in her most famous films, she just hoped this time it would work in her favour.

an hour into her inspiration hunt, the blonde found herself browsing antiques, blue eyes scanning the selection of eccentric and well-loved items, many being at the very least fifty years old. hell, some even looked to be over a century year old… it was fascinating.

as she rounded the next table, her sight landed upon a stained glass lamp in the shape of a frog, immediately provoking a hearty chuckle to escape her before leaning slightly over to the person on the other side of the table. “you ever seen a lamp quite like this? it’s rather strange, but for some reason i’m suddenly overcome with the urge to buy it.”

[idlehearts]

Rebecca loved the antique shop. It wasn't her favorite place in town (that distinction went to the wine bar that sometimes saw more of the OBGYN than her own home, especially during the hard days where life got too much to handle with a sober mind), but it was easily on her top 5.

She enjoyed the oddity of it all, finding unique pieces once owned and loved by others with their own stories and ghosts that helped her reflect her personality in her own house the same way the art pieces she adored so.

With a flower base in arms, Rebecca was halfway through the store, looking for a funky table to replace the bedside table that had scratched earlier that month when she heard the query, turning to face it's source. She then eyed the lamp being pointed to her, examining the frog-shaped work of art, a smirk forming on her lips. "Well, yes" she began with a playful tone "But— it's not necessarily a bad thing. Who amongst us can say have a lamp like this in our homes? Only a select few. If anything it's an ice breaker" a shrug. "Could be worse, it could have been a lewd sculpture — now that's an ice breaker and I'm speaking from experience."

[nevermindcrs]

— open starter ( 0/4 ) ; clocktower records.

"anything good?" he'd made a habit out of checking the store out every time he found himself in town. he'd start on one end of the shelves and work his way around before stopping by the counter to see if athalia had anything good for him. it was the perk of lending a helping hand, but truth was, he would've done so without the added bonus to his kindness. "dependin' on what you're lookin' for, i might know where to look," he offered, gaze falling from the person flipping through the stack of records to the crate he'd built for the shop.

@coyotestarters

[idlehearts]

Blue eyes examined the impressive display Clocktower had to offer to it's costumers with a purpose. Jack, in his endless quest to be the coolest twelve year old Alexander had ever met, had requested an specific album to add to his ever-growing collection thus now there was the author, going through the displays with the hope to find it so he wouldn't have to order it online, a nervousness sitting on the pit of his stomach at the possibility of meeting his ex-fianceé again. As a familiar voice came near, pulling him out of his own head, he couldn't help but grin widely, letting his shoulder relax visibly. "Just wanted you approach, sugar" Alex jested with a chuckle, his attention shifting to his friend. "Actually, yes. What do you know about Tame Impala?"

[forsapphics]

SENSE8 (2015 - 2018)

S01, E02: I Am Also A We — dir. Lana Wachowski, Lilly Wachowski

[ashleyslorens]

AARON TVEIT attends the 78th Annual Tony Awards (June 08, 2025)

[mournfulroses]

Edna St. Vincent Millay, from a diary entry featured in Rapture & Melancholy; The Diaries of Edna St. Vincent Millay

[idlehearts]

@effervesvents

[reid-sam]

ANDREW GARFIELD as JONATHAN LARSON | tick, tick... BOOM! (2021) dir. Lin-Manuel Miranda

[nighcts-deactivated20250720]

𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 featuring MAIKA HEIDEN and ALEXANDER WARREN

where: maika's house, the living room

@idlehearts

they had left the siren only a few minutes ago, a couple of beers and a shared portion of fries behind the invitation they had repeated this past month. my house or yours? a quick drive later had them at the meadow, in heiden's spacious house. " you used to be harder to take home, warren... " the german provoked, tossing her heels aside, only a short black dress remaining. their first encounter had been an interesting one, maika could hardly forget it, mostly because she thought alex would've ignored her despite a night flirting with him. those nights had become a habit since then. " want something to drink? i think there's wine in the kitchen " a expensive bottle she bought and never drank, but imagined alex would enjoy. " or... maybe you'd prefer i dance for you? " maika got closer, dangerously so, her soft and skilled fingers drifting to his shirt, tempted to remove it entirely. " i've been thinking about this the whole day... " him, in her house, then the bad, or wherever else they deemed fitting.

[idlehearts]

There's an omnipresent smirk on Alexander's face whenever Maika is around, amusement pouring out of him with every snarky remark coming from her lips and a sense of easiness he had only allowed himself to feel recently, mostly in the blonde's presence. His chest feels light and giddy as they step into Maika's residency, partly due to the small portion of alcohol cursing through his veins. "Is that a complaint, ma'am? I can leave if you want me to you know? Just say the word" he mused, his weight resting idly on the closed door as his blue eyes scanned every inch of the woman standing in front of him. He had no intentions to move unless Maika made him, enjoying the view greatly, but a little teasing never hurt their meetups. As the other began her offerings, one of his hands reached for her arm, gently tracing imaginary lines across her muscles, eyebrows raised with wonder. "Are you offering me a private show? I'd be an idiot to let that opportunity go. Maybe one day I'll be the one offering a dance. Who knows? I may have a few cards up my sleeve" Alex teased as he placed a hand on her back, pulling her closer to himself in response, a soft hum erupting from his lips in response to her confession. "And what did that devious mind of yours came up with during the day? Flashbacks?" he questioned as he let his hand roam through her silhouette, getting acquainted with the material of her black dress by tact.

[xmarlboronights]

𝑶𝑷𝑬𝑵 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑬𝑹 : 0/4

»» ⸻ foothills flowers

»» ⸻ with anyone! @coyotestarters

     As a looming, out of place figure among the blooms of the flower shop, Xavier browsed both pre-arranged bouquets and the selection of in-season, as well as some out of season, flowers to put together for a sort of build-your-own assortment. Even in his sleep he somehow seemed to be plotting and planning something, often times when waking writing down things he could remember because they struck him as a good idea to store for later, and that was the reason for his presence between the florals. Despite his achievements, Xavier was still playing the long game.

❝ ⸻ Not to interrupt your shopping too long, but I was wondering if you'd lend me your opinion, ❞ X spoke casually to the person he came upon in the shop. In his gaze was a curiosity, an interest. There'd be something to gauge in their response. ❝ What's a good arrangement for a 'thinking of you' to your former mother-in-law? ❞ Not only had he taken everything from that family, he continued to taunt. Subtly. ❝ Just because her daughter and I didn't work doesn't mean I don't appreciate her inviting me in, you know? ❞ The smile he displayed was open and friendly, well meaning and intentioned.

[idlehearts]

Rebecca's eyes studied the display in silence, trying to envision various versions of an arrangement for her dinning room and her office with the few options she had at hand. There was something so inviting to her about natural flowers in display, the ephemeral beauty of a cycle. Everything ends, that doesn't stop the journey from being beautiful. The scent was of course a plus in her eyes, which was the reason he bent over to smell some of the roses, giving herself time to enjoy the fleeting moment of calmness in her hectic day.

Her train of thought was however interrupted as a voice called for her attention, the query imposed to her immediately more intriguing than her inner monologue on the cycle of life. "Interesting question. I think it depends" she began, eyeing the peonies and reaching out for one. She wasn't a professional, far from it, but that little fact will be known by no one but herself. "Did you and your ex ended up in good terms? How was your relationship with the family? Do you often give flowers as parting gifts to your inlaws?" a beat as Rebecca grinned gently at the other "I think it's nice, that you are thinking of them after the breakup I mean."

[souldividess-deactivated2025073]

"I will just take your word on that, cause damned if I know. I probably skipped that lesson in school." That time seemed forever ago, like a whole different life time. He was getting old, or already was but luckily for the man he had a young, still wild heart. He just wished he could tell his body that. "Though I did carry a flask of Whiskey one time my junior year, I will just say that was my distraction to cover my own ass." Ryder mused, mirroring the humor back. "Don't say that, cause that just gives me the idea of upping your tolerance and I may just feel bad for being a bad influence in that case. Just a little. But practice does make perfect." The man chuckled. However, the other had more responsibilities than himself. Obligations. He was well aware of that fact. "I was thinking black mail but hey knocking some sense doesn't sound half bad either." His tone light, still not serious. Just amused. "How are they doing by the way - hopefully they aren't giving you too much hell?"

[idlehearts]

"Man, I need to get you into philosophy. I think that's something you'd appreciate. Most were drunks, most were insane, but one hell of a reunion they had every so often pondering about the meaning of life. Of course that was back when there were no phones or real responsibilities other than locking yourself for months in a palace and write down what you know to pass on for generations— you'd like some of the stuff they had to say" he ventured with a shrug. Then he raised a brow at the confession, curiosity peaked. "No one ever caught you bringing a flask to school?" he questioned, pondering for a second his own story to tell. "I did the same. College. More socially acceptable than high school but— still a mess. There was a time I wasn't fully conscious for maybe half of the semester" Alex shared pensive.

The came a hearty laugh to match Ryder's and a shake of his head. "Fine but you will have to play nanny for a day then I'll let you use me as your guinea pig for alcohol resistance" it came as a teasing statement, a playful nudge to the other man's arm followed by. "It's going better than I expected" he finally mused at the other's query, a soft sigh escaping him. "It was intense for a while, I was sure they didn't even like me until everything began falling into place and it began to feel— like I was where I belonged" a beat. "I've been thinking about full adoption. They were supposed to be with me until they found a home that would take them permanently but I think I can give them that, if that's what they want" he confessed out loud for the very first time. "And you? You've been good?" there was an unspoken understanding and worry in his voice as he made the question.

[nighcts-deactivated20250720]

" technically, i fell on my side, which might be worst " a faint laugh escaped, ins spite of the embarrassing landing, maika couldn't feel anything broken or terribly bruised, only a small cut on her left knee. " by worse do you mean a birth... because everytimg i saw something about birth's it seems traumatizing " she could hardly understand rebecca's courage of having life on her literal hands. " yeah, it's just a cut " the german got back on her feet, cleaning of a few bits of gravel from both hands, she then inspected the slit. " any chance you got some water so i can clean it? "

[idlehearts]

"Debatable, you'd be surprised what injuries on your tailbone can do to you— you can'r even rest properly" she began musing, stopping as she felt herself beginning to ramble as she often did. She took then the chance to inspect Maika closer, a small chuckle erupting from her chest as her line-of-work once was again brought to attention. "Well I have seen people in their most vulnerable state so— take that as you will. I have many horror stories that I don't think I can ever tell you about without seeking you professional guidance prior" she half-jested. Going through it from both ends only made the stories more horrible and fascinating with each retale she did. Oh, the miracle of life. Her eyes fell to the blonde's knee, grimacing at the sight of the wound. "Come on, my home is near and I have everything to treat it there. I'll patch you up good and if you behave I'll even give you a sweet."

[souldividess-deactivated2025073]

Perhaps he should have felt like he was straying from his allegiance or his loyalty was dwindling by taking a walk through the state park, given his occupation as a guide at the reserve. But nature was always close to his own heart, no matter the location. It was where he could wash his spirit clean. And that was necessary at that very moment. After all - in the presence of nature, a wild delight runs through the man, in spite of real sorrows. But he was broken out of his reverie by a dog running at him with lightning speed. A familiar one at that. Pollux.

Kade imagined that Alex wouldn't be too far behind. And his assumptions were proven right when he showed up all apologetically. "You can relax, I think he was just excited to see a familiar face." Kade remarked, chuckling softly as he petted the dog and scratched behind their ears in comfort. "Or he saw something and decided that was bigger of a focus then anything. You probably didn't even stand a chance - so don't beat yourself up too much for it." He laughed some more and then halted his movements from the pets and turned towards Alex. "At least he's keeping you on your toes today. Just be fortunate he didn't drag you into a bush or patch of poison ivy." Though serious in nature, Kade tone's was simply to just lighten up the mood by words of encouragement. Nothing to apologize for. Dogs will be dogs.

[idlehearts]

Alexander's panicked expression immediately shifted to one full of relieve and genuine happiness upon noticing that the person Pollux had ran to was, in fact, Kade. Not only could he rest assured no crisis would ensue but he was always to see his friend out in the wild and share as much or little time he had to spare on the author. "He does like you more than others" he responded with a gleeful smile because it was true. Pollux loved everyone he met, he was an easy dog to get along with and for that Alexander was eternally grateful, he had adapted well to the children and vice versa, often got along well with other dogs and even cats they encountered along the way but it was obvious he had a list of favorites and Kade's name was on top of that list, as evidenced by his excitement upon seeing the man.

"Oh before he spot you I was certain either him, the squirrel he was chasing or me would end up in the hospital so you're pretty much a savior today. I owe you a medical bill's worth on whatever you please" he shot back with a laugh followed by a deep sigh as he tried to help his racing heart, still pumping blood over the impromptu marathon he had just crossed to chase Pollux who now had his undivided attention on Kade. "I'm just glad he wasn't rough with you. He isn't like that you know it but he loves very aggressively and gets too excited sometimes, we're working on it" his eyes fell to the dog once more before smiling back at his friend. "How are you, man? Serendipitous moment to find you here of all places, were you having a nice time? Are we interrupting anything?"

[effervesvents]

rebecca henning was a life jacket in the midst of the sea, a kind of specter of light that lena gravitated to and pulled close to her. the vision of rebecca smiling at her elevated something inside of her, unleashed a torrent of emotional response, and something a lot like reverence shone in her eyes. it was so unlike her to have such a visceral response to anyone - and especially not a physical one. lena had received very little love from her childhood, and every moment seemed transactional; she always felt as if she was waiting for the other shoe to drop. sex she could do - that was transactional in most cases. but the joy of a hug or hand holding? that was... different.

naturally, she did not engage with any physical affection with her parents; even her brother had never dared hug her, not even when they were children. therefore, she often self-soothed rather than looking for anyone to hug or cling to. but rebecca, her dear friend, was different in that regard as lena knew that rebecca would not take advantage of the weakness, that she too loved the physical affection that sprung up between them. and when lena's hand fell into hers, she did not pull back but instead grinned, gleeful and full of joy. and when the compliment came, it hit right between the ribs - a bullseye if she'd ever seen one. a blush drew itself upon her cheeks, and she turned sly and the jest fell from her tongue much easier than it would have had it been anyone else who had complimented her. some things belonged only to rebecca. "i only partake in them every so often," she winked, but drew her gaze down rebecca's lithe form, trying not to deliberately linger anywhere too dangerous. "and what about you? what's your beauty secrets? deal with the devil? a genie's wish? or are you really some secret creature born of siren's?"

[idlehearts]

There was always an acute sense of self-awareness whenever she and Lena were in the same place at once.

Most of her life, Rebecca spent noticing everything and everyone, stressing about life in general. She was, for the most part, hypervigilante of the world around her and what to do or not do to be comfortable with her part in it. With Lena, it was the complete opposite. She was hyperaware of her own skin, the clothes that covered them. Her movements and even the way her blood traveled through her body and how it warmth her entire body to have the other near; the world around them disappearing in an instant.

It was equal parts addictive as it was terrifying to be present and detached to not fall on a territory she knew she couldnt cross. It was a dangerous game she played with herself, one she wouldn't even bring herself to play for anyone else but as everything else in her life, Lena was the exception to many of her rules.

As self aware as she made her, Lena also had the power to calm the constant inner battle Rebecca usually imparted on herself without even needing a word. It was a power she wasn't ready to give to anyone else, yet she knew if someone was safe to let her guard with and let in to the point of trust they shared, that was the woman in front of her and expect no foul play. Although never discussed as neither of them were big communicating their feelings they knew that whatever one felt towards the other it was merely the mirror of the other's heart. Lena knew Rebecca so well and vice versa that their minds and hearts were well-connected, as cheesy as that sounded.

"Call me next time and I'll join, will you? If there's anyone I'd break my no violence stance for, that's you and the promise of your eternal youth" she jested. Her neck then turned a soft shade of rouge as Lena's attention fell on her, a rather nervous chuckle falling from her lips at the wave of compliments. "That's a secret I'll never tell, just never make me go near water or ask me to sing" the playful banter deliciously and dangerously familiar. "Which reminds me— have you order yet? Are you in the mood for anything in particular?"

[reddvelvets]

Being out in nature was special to Jasper. After spending his whole life in living in big cities and working a lot on sound stages, the great outdoors was something he cherished. He wished he could have spent this walk with Eva, but work beckoned and he wasn’t going to pass up an opportunity for a break from his own work.

As he leisurely strolled down the path, breathing in the fresh air and listening to the birdsong, he watched as a squirrel appeared closely followed by a labradoodle and then as the labradoodle hurtled towards him. It wasn’t long before a young man- seemingly the owner- approached, all flustered.

“Oh, that’s okay,” Jasper smiled reassuringly. “Any attention from a gorgeous dog like this makes my day. No harm done at all.”

He then bent down to stroke the dog, feeling the softness of its fur. “What’s his name?”

[idlehearts]

His anxiety was quickly soothed thanks to the man's graceful reassurance, making it a tad easier to regain control of his breathing. His hand looked for Pollux's leash, securing it around his wrist so it wouldn't happen again as he exchanged pleasantries with the kind stranger. "He's a looker, I'll give you that much. Prettiest one in the family" he grinned back as he watched the chocolate labradoodle excitedly wave his tail as the other began petting him. He knew his puppy was a social butterfly, sometimes even better with people than himself so he didn't really have to worry about him misbehaving when other people were around yet his eyes were still on the fur ball he called his trustee companion, just in case.

"Pollux. His name is Pollux. He responds to Poll too" Alex responded while extending his hand for the other "And I'm Alexander, I respond to Alex as well. Do you have one yourself?" the author questioned, pointing at the happy god still enjoying all the attention.

[idlehearts]

𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚃𝚄𝚂 : Closed thread ft. 𝚁𝚎𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚌𝚊 𝙷𝚎𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 & 𝙱𝚎𝚌𝚔 𝚃𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚖

𝙻𝙾𝙲𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽: The Salty Goat

𝚃𝙰𝙶𝚂: @cowboytumbleweeds

"I have seriously consider selling my home in The Meadow and moving to Echo Hills instead just to have enough space to finally get my own horse" Rebecca confessed with a longing sigh, the pint on her hand already lukewarm due to the temperature in the room. She knows if anyone can understand her dreams is Beck himself so she lets herself speak her mind freely on the topic. "Think about it. We can get a few horses that you can train, maybe open an equestrian therapy center and just care for them all day" she sighed once more with a dramatic undertone. But alas, she has the next year and a half already planned out with half of her schedule already full and Beck a life beside horses she has yet to figure out. "How you've been Beck? Anything new happened in that wild life of yours and most importantly— how do you feel about mechanical bull riding?"

[idlehearts]

𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚃𝚄𝚂 : Close thread ft. 𝙰𝚕𝚎𝚡𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚗 & 𝙰𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚊 𝙺𝚘𝚝𝚣𝚞𝚛 𝚂𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚜

𝙻𝙾𝙲𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽: The Clocktower.

𝚃𝙰𝙶𝚂: @nighcts

"Okay buddy, when we get home I'll help you wrap everything up alright? Do you know what you wanna get yet?" Alexander questioned his eldest with a gentle tone as the two browsed the displays for nothing in particular as Mia, the youngest, stood nearby looking at them with exasperation palpable through her pores. The family of three had spent their afternoon shopping for a gift basket for a classmate of Jack's who had been skipping school for a week now due to some illness and they had planned to pay a visit to them later in the week with their homework and well wishes. Jack's response was a non-committal shrug and an exasperated sigh tainted with defeat. The author decided then to grab his shoulder in a comforting manner, something the twelve year old has only recently allowed him to do, and granted his child an encouraging grin. "It's okay, we have time. Why don't you stay here and look for something and I'll ask someone in the front to help us? Grab whatever you like and we'll go from there" he awaited for his son's nod before walking backwards towards the cash register as he extended his hand to Mia who remained next to her brother, eager to avoid contact with strangers.

He continued getting further from his children, never once taking his eyes off them as they went through the rack of vinyls, his attention too caught up watching his little family be to see where he was walking. He felt his body collapse with something, someone and he stopped in his tracks, shaking his head to himself. Then, came the rapid explanation. "I am so so sorry I am such an idiot" he started turning around to see the casualty of his carelessness, only to find the one person in all Coyote Valley (the world, really) that ever had held his heart on the palm of their hand- He could feel his breath dissipating from his lungs, the image of the woman he once loved more than anything in the world knocking it out of his lungs at once. It wasn't the first time they've met since the breakup nor would it be the last yet Alexander couldn't help the way his body reacted to her, how his entire nervous system short-circuited every time he laid his eyes on her. "Athalia" came from his lips like a prayer, wincing in pain at his own actions. "Sorry, you out of everyone know how much of an idiot I can be— are you alright? Did I hurt you?"