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Iris Grace Calloway 20 Years old Rp Purposes Only Under Construction: Relationships page “Dance is conversation between body & soul.”

[iris-calloway]

malcolmbrockway:

“Don’t be so hard on yourself, Nashville,” Malcolm submits gently.  It’s easier said than done, and he can sympathize all too well with the predicament in which Iris has found herself.  “That one’s got a way of overridin’ most sensible people’s inhibitions.  I don’t even think he realizes he does it…It’s just…how he is.”  He shakes his head, searching for the right words, “You’re the kinda’ girl that a man would be lucky t’ bring home t’ his mama’.  An’ you’re the kinda’ girl who don’t need t’ settle for no less than somebody who’s only got eyes for you.”  Mal has never been a particularly touchy-feely type, but in that moment it’s apparent that his young friend needs a hug.  Reaching out with his free arm, he pulls Iris into a platonic embrace.     

Iris shrugs. His words, though meant to be comforting, weren’t helping her feel any better. She was just another on a list of people that had fallen for Beau’s charms. Great. But his next couple of words bring her eyes back up to him and the slightest smile graced her lips when he pulled her into a hug. “...thank you Malcolm,” she murmured, closing her eyes briefly as she rested into the embrace for a second.

[iris-calloway]

aubreeclark:

Aubree looked up from her phone. She smiled and nodded. “I can spray a few hours on hanging out. What do you want to do?”

“I don’t know....go out for icecream? Go on a run? What do you feel like?”

[iris-calloway]

eastonkennedy:

“Why the fuck not?  I obviously don’t have anything better to do.”

“Any suggestions? I know whatever I come up with will probably be too boring.”

[iris-calloway]

justcallmebeau:

“Does that mean you’ve forgiven me? Or did you think I was someone else?” Beau was very much surprised, but he tried not to let it show too much.

Iris paused, turning around slowly to face the last person she wanted to see. “Oh. I thought it you were Aubree...” She didn’t try to hide her disappointment or how uncomfortable she was. She had been avoiding him for a while now.

[iris-calloway]

“I..want to do something besides homework for once. Do you want to do something fun? Go out or watch a movie, doesn’t matter.”

[iris-calloway]

malcolmbrockway:

Malcolm blinks, cheeks flushing with embarrassment at his own erroneous presumption despite Iris’ attempts to wave off the miscommunication.  “–Sorry, I wasn’t sure what ya’ meant…” His words trail off as he follows the dancer’s gaze across the patio, and suddenly the pieces all click into place.  “Oh,” he breathes, lips pursing together.  He really shouldn’t be surprised; Beau oozes charisma and makes a habit of flirting like his life depends on it, it’s easy to imagine how Iris got swept up in the photographer’s charm.  More than once he’s fallen for it, too.  “Nashville, we got a sayin’ in Texas ‘bout tryin’ t’ throw a lasso around a tornado,” Mal offers gently, shaking his head, “It don’t ever end well.  Trust me on that one.”

Iris glanced back to him, realizing how her brush off of a reaction might have made him feel, but she meant it. As nice and welcoming as Malcolm had been, she recognized the look in his eyes when he spoke of Belle and if anything, she respected that pure devotion. Not to mention it was nice to be around someone you knew every conversation was genuine without any ulterior motives. She nodded, dropping her gaze back down her hands clasped in from of her. “I know.  What’s even worse is despite givin’ myself the same advice, I end up lookin’ foolish anyway. I didn’t come here lookin’ for any of that and yet...” she trailed off, chastising herself for even bringing it up on his happy day. Some friend she was.

[iris-calloway]

malcolmbrockway:

Duly chastised, the uneasy groom only quiets, not certain what he could possibly say that wouldn’t come off as defensive at best.  It’s only when Iris says that last bit that his brow furrows with confusion; gaze fixing upon the dancer once more as he asks, “Played?  What do ya’ mean by that?” Quickly, he shakes his head when a thought occurs to him, “If I ever gave ya’ the wrong impression, I’m sorry, but I swear I ain’t never done it intentional…”

His answer caught her off guard a bit, blinking in surprise before quickly shaking her head. “No, no, you didn’t...I’ve known your feelin’s for Belle since day one. You made it clear you had a dance partner.” Iris flashed him a small smile, but it was gone as soon as she spotted another familiar figure in the crowd.

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justcallmebeau:

“What? No, the wedding date and staying at their place was completely platonic. There’s a lot that happened but that… that just isn’t what happened at all. That’s not how it happened. It wasn’t something I realized. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I never meant to make anyone feel like I was leading them on or - I’m sorry, Iris.” Beau stared at his glass and swallowed it all down, trying not to overthink anything too much.

Iris bit her lip, crossing her arms as she heard him out. She thought confronting him would make him feel better but it didn’t really. Honestly, now she just wanted to leave. “Just...here.” She ran her left hand down her wrist, slipping off the bracelet that adorned it and dropping it on the table beside him. “You should probably give that to Belle,” she said, dipping her head before turning and disappearing into a group passing by.

[iris-calloway]

Text || Iris & Belle

Belle: Problem?

Belle: That's good to hear! If you ever need a break from the department though you're welcome to come down to the studios anytime. Always a good ego boost getting the freshmen painters to declare you their new muse, too.

Iris[unsent]: don't really want to see Beau but that's not your fault...

Iris: Nope, I can make that work

Iris: Haha thanks, I'll keep that in mind :)

Iris: Or if you ever need a girls day. Like a break from all the boys.

[iris-calloway]

Text || Iris & Belle

Belle: Sounds great! I'm home in the evenings every day.

Belle: I need to hit up Beau too, since we're collaborating on this project. He may be around when you stop by, so I can just talk to you both at once about it.

Belle: How are you doing now that classes have started up? Are your instructors going hard this semester?

Iris: Perfect

Iris: Oh...okay.

Iris: The transition is going pretty well actually, I like being busy.

[iris-calloway]

Text || Iris & Belle

Belle: Hey! Sorry I haven't gotten back to you since the wedding, things have been a little busy.

Belle: I've started compiling the photos from our shoot and I have a USB with them all if you want them for your portfolio. Full rights of course. I'm still working on the final for my project but you gave me a lot of amazing shots to choose from.

Iris: No worries :) You deserve to be busy haha.

Iris: Oh wow, thanks! I'll try to stop by this week to pick it up.

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[iris-calloway]

justcallmebeau:

“What are you talking about everything makes sense? I didn’t even realize any of it was a thing like that until I said it.” Maybe he feels guilty, but Beau’ll be damned if he doesn’t at least stick to his guns on that. It’d taken saying the words out loud to realize what he’d been feeling was anything akin to real genuine feelings.

“Really? That was a frickin’ confession of love,” Iris could feel her temper rising but didn’t took a breath, not wanting to make any sort of scene at the wedding. “Bein’ weddin’ dates, stayin’ at the their place....and you know what? It’s fine. Just don’t string other people along if that’s your thing. It’s not fair Beau.”

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malcolmbrockway:

It surprises him, too, just how poorly he manages to pull it off.  He’s been known to lie like a rug when he puts his mind to it, but something about what Beau said is troubling him enough to dampen that usual ability.  Teeth sink into his lower lip, and Malcolm forces himself to meet the dancer’s gaze as he admits quietly, “It’s complicated, Iris.”  It might just be the first time he’s ever called her by her name.  

Iris stood up, waving him off as he finally admitted that it wasn’t just a joke. “Save it Malcolm. I’m not judgin’ and I’m not here to dig into your personal life,” she flashed him a smile that was far from okay but clearly put on for the wedding and appearances. “Just...don’t ‘preciate gettin played, that’s all.”

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joshskitchen:

Josh offered another smile and a short nod, “Okay, I will be right back,” he said, glad to be able to at least cheer Iris up with some sugar. He came back fairly quickly with a plate filled with pastries, setting it in front of her, “I was not sure which ones you would prefer.”

Sugar and sweets were sure to get her mind off of how this night had taken a sudden turn. Her face lit up as Josh reappeared with a plate of pastries. “Oh wow, you’re the best.”

[iris-calloway]

malcolmbrockway:

Despite her assurances to the contrary, Iris certainly doesn’t seem very happy.  Even the smile she paints on does little to convince Malcolm otherwise.  “Thanks, Nashville,” he says softly, his own smile melting away as soon as Beau’s name falls from her lips.  “…Oh.  That.”  Swallowing thickly, he lets his eyes fall to study the toes of their shoes as if it’s suddenly the most interesting sight in the world.  “It was a joke.”  He’s not half as convincing as Belle had been.

Iris scoffed at his brush off, noticing that he wouldn’t quite look at her when he said it was a joke. He had to be a better liar than that. “I didn’t expect you to be such a terrible liar Tex.”

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justcallmebeau:

“I… don’t know how else to explain it other than something I’d try to repress. Clearly I failed.” Beau kept his voice low and turned towards her so no one else overheard, not wanting to let that particularly thing open to anyone else, happier to stick with the story Belle had told.

“Clearly.” Her tone was as bitter as the sweet tea they claimed on this side of the country, taking her a step back as he turned towards her. “Everythin’ makes sense now.”