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blog for dani's muses for londonhq. you will find leroy madison, thomas dixon and marco chavez here.

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yarasalinas‌:

Yara didn’t need any more gifts, but she wouldn’t turn down the opportunity to assist a reputable charity and a familiar face. Accepting Mariam’s invitation of sorts she approached the stall. “Mariam,” she greeted the other with a warm smile. Yara vaguely skimmed what was on offer, but looked to the other for guidance. “I’m not looking for anything in particular though. I suppose I can splurge and then donate to a children’s home or something.”

“Yara! You look lovely,” she complimented, another signature bright smile curling around her lips. “That’s a double good deed then. Perhaps you can get some small bits and bobs, so more people children can enjoy them. Instead of buying one larger object they can share. But it’s all up to you. Any donations are welcome.” Stepping aside to come to the other side of the booth, she leaned graciously against one of the wooden poles of the stall. “How have you been? It feels like ages since I’ve seen you.” 

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@iriiidescent ––– mariam & sasha.

“–– so I had this whole fight with my father, about how getting a Christmas tree is betraying my heritage and my religion and how he was shocked at how I could do that to him. To him! I explained to him that just because I’m putting up a Christmas tree it doesn’t mean that I’m suddenly converting to Christianity, and that it’s the social aspect that counts, but he still ended up not talking to me all through dinner. Can you believe that? And then of course Mummy started talking about when I’m bringing a man home and I just–– ugh. It’s been a week,” she explained exasperatedly. As soon as the rant had left her lips, she could feel a weight lifting from her shoulders and she took a sip from her white wine. “Please, tell me your week was better. I need to live vicariously through you today.”  

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Mariam stood at the cosily decorated stall at one of the signature Christmas markets that sprung up on the weekends leading up to the twenty-fifth. She was there for the Rainbow Trust Children’s Charity and the stall was packed with sweaters, socks, Christmas cards and all kinds of little trinkets and presents. She had a stylish woollen coat wrapped around her, her scarf tucked inside to shield herself from the cold. “Hello there! Do you need any more Christmas presents for the family? We have got some wonderful ones here, and all proceeds go to the Rainbow Trust Children’s Charity.” 

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jensinlondon‌:

Jensen’s wide eyes followed the large fish in the tank. He was in a bit of a trance, admiring the large beautiful creatures that swam so elegantly in the tank. A child screamed and pushed the man out of the way so that they could press their face against the glass to get a better look at the animals in the tank. Eventually, Jensen went to a bench that seemed to be the front row to view the creatures. “May I sit here?” He asked. 

In her dress and heels, she looked quite out of place, sitting all by herself surrounded by this crowd of tourists and families. She had been following a particularly graceful stingray for a while now and only glanced up when she was spoken to. “But of course, let me move this––” She put her white Armani bag between her feet and scoot over slightly to make room for him. “Fascinating, aren’t they?” 

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bradenwhitmire‌:

Braden was almost like a zombie. He had been filming so much and so often, he wasn’t sure he slept more than a few hours a night, with short and extremely unsatisfactory naps in between scenes. Walking the streets, he had wanted to get some air, but as he found himself knocking into the third person of the night, he decided he should have stayed in. He hoped this person didn’t ask for an autograph like the last two. Sighing, he pulled back, placing a hand on the upper part of the other’s arm. “Sorry, wasn’t watching where I was going,” he admitted, a tired smile appearing for them, hoping to charm them into forgiveness. 

Today was one of those clumsy days, this confirmed it. She had broken a heel earlier in the day (and had quickly found a replacement pair at a store in Seven Dials), had walked into multiple people, and the crack in her phone screen had become even worse. She sighed, regaining her composure and looking up at the man before her. He seemed familiar, but she couldn’t quite put her finger on it. “The fault was mutual. We both walked into each other, didn’t we?” 

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chasebisbee‌:

Chase’s day had been so busy, he didn’t think he had a chance to truly breathe until the point where he locked the clinic’s door, having been the last one there. He planned now to go to the gym, work out the tension he had formed in his back and shoulders through the day. Just as he turned from the door, gym bag strewn over his shoulder, he jumped back as to not run into someone walking by. He cursed quietly under his breath, then laughed. “Sorry. I didn’t see you before I turned. Must look both ways before turning around, I guess.” 

Mariam had been in the midst of one of her signature power-walks to the nearest tube station, Gucci bag swung around her shoulder and her hair cascading down as she bumped into someone. It happened all the time in London, just not this–– physical. She shrugged it off and a bright smile curled around her velvet red lips. “Oh, no worries, darling. It happens to the best of us. Are you quite alright?” 

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[ MARIAM AGRAWAL ] is a [ THIRTY ] year old [ ENTREPRENEUR/SOCIALITE ]. They identify as a [ BISEXUAL & CISFEMALE ] and I’ve heard that they’re [ PASSIONATE & CARING ] but can also be [ IMPULSIVE & CARELESS ]. [ SHE ] has been living in London for [ NINETEEN YEARS ] and has since been known as the [ RICH GIRL ]. [ JAMEELA JAMIL. ] 

hi everyone!! bet you thought you’d seen the last of me. hell nah, i’m still here. i’m keeping leroy, dropping marco and adding this lovely lady. let me add a bit more about her: 

her parents moved to the uk when she was 11, with her big sister and her little brother. 

she is originally of indian and pakistani descent. she’s hinduistic and usually prays to ganesha. 

her parents were rather wealthy and although they were promised a good education, they all still had to get a job when they were old enough.

at seventeen, she started her first company as a school project, however, it continued and kept growing. 

she has a master’s degree in business and enterprise from cambridge university. 

without any of her parents’ help, she became a self-made millionaire at the age of 25. 

she sold her company for just over 1 billion pounds just a few months ago, and now focuses on non-profit organisations.

she can come across as a bit ditzy and people don’t often associate her with her own company, which gives her the opportunity to do what she likes most: surprise people with her intelligence and worldliness. 

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Aidan Turner | Philip Lombard

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elegantxsavageryx‌:

Aiden looked up, lit cigarette dangling from her lips and she held up a finger. Her head turned to rapidly blow the smoke away from him and she put it out by swiping the butt of the cigarette along the brick wall. “Sorry about that. Asthmatic?”

“Yeah–– um, something like that.” His chest was heaving up and down quickly and he pressed his hand up against it to try and calm himself down. He had techniques and ways to relieve his anxiety. “Thanks for um, putting that out though.” 

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fearhidden‌:

“Absolutely adorable,” she commented quietly, looking down at the peaceful cat with a smile. She loved animals more than she loved people, especially when they were as adorable as the cat before her. “She can walk on a leash? That’s kind of super impressive,” she complicated, peering down at the small animal. “Definitely looks weird, but still impressive.”

“She can. I mean, it took like a whole year to get her used to it, but we’ve been doing this for like... three years now? She likes it. I think. I hope,” he pulled a face, tugging the side of his mouth downward before letting out a soft chuckle. “Do you have any pets?” 

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maggiefowler‌:

The person smoking near them decided to ignore his request so Maggie went over and looked them in the eye. “Hey. My friend asked politely for you to put that out.” She took the asshole’s cigarette out of their fingers and dropped it on the ground, stomping it out. “There. Now run along.” The man scoffed, shaking his head and walking away. Maggie went back over to Thomas and sighed. “I hate jerks like that. You alright?”

“Maggie––” he started, wanting to stop her speaking up against the man but at the same time, his anxiety was getting worse and worse and he didn’t have Doe with him. He just came back from the dentist’s and they would not allow her to come in with him. The dentist was already one of the places he felt most vulnerable and anxious, basically stuck in a chair with someone sticking pointy, sharp things in his mouth. Not exactly his favourite pastime. “Y-Yeah, I’m.. I’m fine, I just need to–– to breathe for a sec.” He cast his gaze down and took deep breaths. “Thanks.”

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fractvrae‌:

“Are you sure about that?” Erica’s brows were knitted together in confusion, peppered with a little bit of disbelief. This was a fully grown man, with a beard. And he had his cat on a leash. Honestly, she had no idea how she was supposed to react to something like this. She’d never actually had a cat, before. Had thought of getting one when she’d moved to London, but Daisy was enough of a job to look after on her own, to have two pets was more than she could handle, especially with the way she intended for her life to go.

There was also the added weirdness of her own sexual preferences… the fact that she enjoyed dressing up as a cat. … Being one.

That was nothing she wanted to mention to a stranger, however. Mentioning that in the first couple of sentences to him seemed a little like a faux pas. So she fixated solely on the realisation that this man had gotten his cat to walk to a cafe with him. Like this. “And you– walk her. … In public? Dude. Why?” It was so rare that she actually uttered words like ‘dude’; it felt like such an American thing to say among so many Brits, and Scots, Welsh and Irish people. Saying it now, though, it felt appropriate.

Obviously, he wasn’t one hundred percent sure of it. It wasn’t like she could speak and tell him ‘oh, this is great, I love being outside on a leash’, but he knew his cat. If she didn’t like it, she wouldn’t allow him to put the leash on her in the first place, nor would she willingly walk along with him. “..Yeah, I’m sure,” he shrugged. He could see the judgemental look on her face and he tried his best not to focus on it. He knew that this was good for her, that she liked it–– why did he feel such a need to defend his decision? “I have a pretty small apartment and although my other cat doesn’t mind being inside, she’s always liked going outside. But.. it’s dangerous. So I trained her to walk on a leash when she was little and... she likes it. She gets to go out and chase birds without falling four stories from my balcony.” 

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fractvrae‌:

As much as she didn’t like to admit it, Erica needed someone like Leroy in her life. Someone to check her when she was ignoring her needs, somewhere to come for some peace, some familiarity. She cleared her throat and passed her hand over her top lip to ensure she wasn’t still… well, leaking was the kindest way to put it. But as distressed as she may have seemed as she entered the flat, it didn’t escape her notice that Leroy had a gun on his person– and a very nice looking one at that. Erica was sure it was very not sane of her to feel safer with such a weapon in her general vicinity but it was a comforting thing, knowing that they both knew how to use a gun properly should trouble come looking for them. And it seemed it might, if Leroy was carrying a weapon like that just to answer his front door. “Are you– expecting someone?”

Of course, she couldn’t ignore his question in favour of hers. And what he asked wasn’t something she heard a lot, if at all. Generally people didn’t ever have the chance to consider whether there was something the matter with her, the façade she presented making her seem very well put together at all times. And she wanted to tell the truth about what was going on– really, she did. But it was hard to match Leroy’s gaze and still have the nerve to tell him anything about Damien, the fact that she was planning on killing him, or the fact that she was upset because she’d had a bad dream for the first time in years. Revealing those things, telling him about some of her darkest times, would cause the barricades that she had built up so solidly from such a young age to crumble, and every brick she had laid with the forceful intention of never letting someone that close again would be knocked down, her effort to protect herself for nought. And the last part, while not so important was really just an embarrassment. Erica Wright was supposed to be the woman people had nightmares about, not the other way around.

“I’ve… been having a weird few weeks,” Erica finally decided to say, finding the floor to be oh-so fascinating. “I wouldn’t even know where to start, it’s so…” Trailing off, she could feel her chest begin to tighten at the thought of all that had transpired. The familiar sensation of dirtiness washed over her and, in an effort to shake it, she rubbed the side of her shoulder rather hard for a few seconds while inhaling a sharp breath. “I guess Olivia hasn’t said anything to you, has she?” At that thought, she let out a nervous chuckle. That would have made things so much easier. Then again, Erica had never done easy.

Somehow gathering the guts to look back up at Leroy, Erica gave him a tired, sheepish look. “… I had a nightmare. Tonight, I mean. I can’t remember the last time I’ve ever had one. Definitely can’t remember the last time I woke up screaming. I know it sounds stupid, I just… haven’t had to deal with this in a while. And, um. You’re so close to my apartment, so I thought– you might be awake too. And you are. I mean– obviously.” As if she couldn’t feel worse, now she had to deal with the fact that she was making a fool of herself, the way she always seemed to do around the Scotsman. At the rate Erica was going, she would be here for days explaining herself.

He shook his head at her question. It was the fact that he wasn’t expecting someone that made him on edge. In his mind, anyone could’ve been behind his door, and it was the sheer not knowing that made him on edge. That was why he had taken out his gun, just in case it was someone he did not want in his home at this time of night. But it was Erica, and his door would always be open for her. She didn’t look great. She seemed tense, on edge, and her eyes kept shifting from one place to the other. He didn’t think he had ever seen her so not-put together in his life. 

“She didnae.” Olivia was not one to tell other people’s secrets for them. Neither was Leroy. That’s why they worked so well together. They didn’t gossip, they looked at the facts and made decisions. “What happened, lass?” he asked, taking her hand and leading her over to the couch. He shoo’d Mira off and sat down with Erica. “Erica, talk to me. Ye know ye can.” Mira lay down at their feet and he looked Erica in the eye. “What was the nightmare about?” His thumb was tracing absent-mindedly over the back of her hand. He didn’t even realise he was doing it. 

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rcnegcdes‌:

Her breath was caught somewhere gently in her chest, and she was almost blind to any sort of discomfort she was feeling at the lack of breath between them. Spencer inhaled gently through her nose as best she could— she felt wildly out of practice when it came to sharing kisses as intense as these with anyone at all, and both the feeling of Thomas’s lips on hers and the throb of her heart in her chest made her feel almost lightheaded. She broke their kiss reluctantly, enough to allow her to breathe deeply and even then she could feel her lips brush against Thomas’s if she tilted her head just so. “Wow.” Her voice was breathy and and low, awed in a way she hadn’t felt about anything in a long while. “I… can’t remember the last time someone’s kissed me like that.”

“Neither.. Neither can I,” he replied, in the same breathy voice as her. He couldn’t help but laugh. He had asked her for a simple favour and now, they were kissing, more passionate than he could properly remember. He knew it must’ve been the same way with Agnes at some point, but their romance had never been that intense. They worked together. It had always been based on trust and friendship before and their circumstances had definitely pushed them to get married too soon. He laughed softly. “I think I’m really happy this place is closed right now.” 

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chasebisbee‌:

Chase had been running for a while, alongside his dog, Dozer. They had both stopped to drink, taking a rest. He chose to sit on a bench in the park, his sweatshirt opened to reveal the top of his toned chest, while he watched Dozer sniff about. 

The dog tugged on the leash, rushing toward someone, and it wasn’t until the dog was right against the stranger’s side that he got up to apologize. “Sorry,” he chuckled, moving to grab the dog’s collar. “He’s super friendly. But, sometimes, it gets him into trouble.” 

Thomas’ initial reaction was shock. He was only used to Doe jumping up against him, being all excited and licking at his hands when she saw him. Another dog doing this, however, was not something he was used to and Doe immediately came to his side, partially blocking the other dog. It was a jealous and protective move, and Thomas ran his hand over her head to let her know he was okay. “No problem, man,” he chuckled, trying to shake the shock with a chuckle. “What’s his name?”