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•  when you kiss me heaven sighs •  and though I close my eyes • I see la vie en rose • ~♥~

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Audrey Hepburn in Breakfast at Tiffany’s

[vivien-leigh]

There were pain and bewilderment in her face, the bewilderment of a pampered child who has always had her own way for the asking and who now, for the first time, was in contact with the unpleasantness of life.

[isla-dubois]

zekevd‌:

Watching as Isla took the GPS and typed in a new location, he sighed heavily, nodding his head. “Okay,” he said. “If you’re like… leading me to some weird fucking ranch where you and your family harvest organs, I’ll be so fucking pissed.” Zeke was used to driving fast, never careful on the road when it came to protect himself or others. But this wasn’t his own territory and something told him he should abide by the law so not to get arrested in what he deemed to be a foreign country. “Do they speak fucking French here?” he asked, squinting at a road sign. “What’s the ETA?”

isla couldn’t help but laugh at his worry. “nope. my father is just a boring old corporate lawyer and my mother is a ordinary clinical psychiatrist. nothing in the organ harvesting field, I’m afraid.” she replied with a little smile. when she was home, on her own soil, she felt unstoppable. her parents, the dubois name in general had more impact here. she was a goddess among mortals. an arch of a painted eyebrow appeared at the male’s question. “do they speak french?” a hint of disbelief behind her words. “ma chère, c'est le territoire franco-canadien. en grandissant, vous apprenez les deux langues. les américains ne sont vraiment pas intelligents, je suppose.” her smirk was ever present. the girl never passed up a moment to use her knowledge of a second language, be it for good or backhanded intentions. “about twenty minutes. think you’ll be able to make it?” 

[isla-dubois]

zekevd‌:

“I might be killing the joy, but it’s better than scraping you off the pavement later. Be happy I’m not a psychopath,” he said with a shrug, pulling up to the crossing and handing their I.D. over with a steady hand. Being in situations like this always stressed him out, even though he didn’t have much trouble crossing the border himself. To Zeke’s surprise, it was easy to cross. He’d heard getting into Canada was one of the easier crossings, but that was smoother than he could have imagined. “Okay so, where are we going exactly?” he asked. “Food or – Please just fuckin’ direct me I’m sick of driving.”

a toss of blonde tresses and a flash of a smile was usually enough to get isla out of any situation. doe eyes were usually the next step if the other two didn’t work. the girl couldn’t even imagine counting the times she had used such tactics. it was honestly a bit of a relief she didn’t have to use those tactics this time. it was nice to have a break. steel eyes glanced over at the male as he questioned. small hands quickly grabbed the gps and typed in an address before returning it to its original spot. “just follow the directions. not that much longer.” teeth grazed along her bottom lip. “it’ll be worth it. tenfold.”

[isla-dubois]

zekevd‌:

Zeke reached to flick through the stations when they’d hit yet another advertisement, never very patient with long drives but he figured it’d be a little less insufferable with company. The sudden interference with his personal space had him clenching the wheel again, doing what he could to avoid veering off the road or into oncoming traffic. “Not gonna be so exciting when we drive head-on into a transport,” he said, keeping his voice steady. Despite himself, the ghost of a smirk stayed present on his face as he glanced over to Isla when she’d returned to her seat. “Put your seat belt on,” he instructed, chuckling to himself at the absurd turn the night seemed to be taking. Approaching the turn-off, Zeke hesitated before pulling into the border lane, making sure he didn’t forget anything illegal in his car before deciding they were safe. “Are we safe to cross or are you going to start blowing me in front of a border officer?” 

isla let out a light laugh at his reaction. the blonde couldn’t deny that she loved banter. it always intrigued her. made everything much more enjoyable. it never seemed as memorable if the guy just gave into her every whim and never tried to ‘challenge’ her. “suit yourself.” her back resting against the seat as she returned to her previous position, fingers swiping through her phone. eyes darted over at him, a smirk of her own not too far behind. “joykill.” her words dripping in a tease. despite the fact, isla clicked her seat belt back into place before going into her clutch and pulling out her licence. “not with that attitude I’m not.” handing him her licence with that same wicked smirk still etched into her lips. “we’re good. if he has any questions, just hand him that. shouldn’t give you too many problems.”

[isla-dubois]

plain was not exactly in the blonde’s vocabulary. a satin pink t-shirt paired with matching shorts hugged the curves of her body as she sat at one of the picnic tables, sipping a cherry slushee through glossy pink lips. her white converse were perched on top of the table as she observed the carnival goers through rose gold tinted sunglasses. the pinky highlight placed upon her cheek was set so perfectly, each tiny shimmer caught the sunlight. sometimes, she had to admit it: she felt like walking art. steel eyes soon landed on a face she knew. her english ta stood in front of her and the blonde felt as if she had her target locked. “hendrix!” her voice attention getting yet still sweet and inviting. “haven’t seen you for a bit.”

@hendrixrowlandson

[isla-dubois]

zekevd‌:

“Wasn’t thinking that,” he assured her. Zeke had spent some time in Canada, when he was a child and his father was doing business in Toronto, whatever that business entailed. He had fond memories of it, but he never felt it was that different than New York. People were just people, after all. Didn’t matter where you were. “Suppose that makes sense,” he replied. “Just seems – Nothing great about the states right now, you know? Very… Fucked up, for lack of a better explanation.”

“good.” her voice gentle yet affirmative. to be frank, isla was a little ticked that he had ignored her teasing. that was supposed to be her advantage. her checkmate. so she decided to amp it up, just a bit. “see...” the blonde started, leaning towards him slightly, fingers lightly trailing down his arm. “I quite enjoy the anticipation,” her lips lightly ghosting on the crook of his neck. “the teasing, even in situations like this.” teeth lightly grazing across his skin, a smirk following behind. “makes all the more....exciting.” and in seemingly a flash of a moment, isla returned to her original position as if the moment never happened. “but that’s just me.” the glowing stub of cigarette was thrown out to the pavement as she discarded it. “trust me, I know. you americans are pretty fucked as far as us northerners are concerned.”

[isla-dubois]

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[isla-dubois]

guess who the minute they got home had a 5 hour power outage? *points to self* THIS GAL. so, anyways I’m back around. like this for a cheeky little starter from isla, kit, maeve or zee. (I will be continuing some threads that were left unresolved)!! and if you have a preference, lmk! ~ Lo

[isla-dubois]

zekevd‌:

“Stereotypes are stereotypes for a reason sometimes,” he said with a shrug, blatantly unaware of how problematic that statement might be. Once on the highway, he stepped on the gas without mercy. “I’m not upset about it, I just don’t really feel like getting a boner before we’re even close to our destination. Sue me,” he said, chuckling a little as he made his way in the direction of the toll roads to speed up the process of getting to the border. It’d been a while since he’d done something like this, his travelling limited with the limit put on he and his brother’s account. “Why here, then?” he asked. “I mean, politically Canada is in a much better state than this country.”

“just don’t think we’re all sweet pushovers. because that’s when you’re going to get yourself into trouble.” her words blanketed by smoke. isla couldn’t help but let out a bright laugh, tapping the ash from her cigarette outside the window. “oh, well I am sorry then. or maybe I am.” a wicked smile replacing her genuine one. many people asked the question he did. she had it made at home. anything she wanted. love, adoration,money, status: it was hers at the snap of polished fingers. maybe she loved a challenge. maybe it was about breaking from the dubois perfect bubble. “my father went to gifford before getting his masters. donates a lot. looks good if I go. and I don’t mind it too much. it’s quite an interesting group.”

[isla-dubois]

leofcwler‌:

This was a game they tend to play often. So often, it almost felt like a script at this point, one that Leo knew by heart and would never dare fumble on. And Isla played the role perfectly, just as he’d expected, “20,” he repeated, enjoying the sight of a gentle blush dusting her cheeks due to his compliments, “you’re actually younger than I thought,” Leo admitted, reaching the short distance between them to pull back a stray lock of blonde hair, more an excuse to touch than a genuine reason to get a better look at her face. He knew the look Isla was giving him, found that he was automatically wrapping an arm around her waist to tug her in even closer when he noticed the way she continued to shorten the distance between them. Leo wasn’t one to leave parties early, enjoyed staying way past when he should and finally heading home when he got the cue from the last flock of people departing themselves. However, when Isla was looking at him like that, asking him to walk her home, the last thing he wanted to do was deny her, “Ma’am,” he started, last drag of his cigarette exiting his mouth in smoky tendrils, “it would be an honour. You’re gonna have to lead the way, though. I’ve got no clue where the dorms are from here and my phone’s been dead for, like, an hour. Google Maps can’t save us now.”

the cat that played with the mouse before devouring it: that’s what isla most closely resembled. her eyes were somewhat dreamy due to the grip alcohol had on her as she listen to his words. “really? I get that a lot actually.” her voice still soft and her body leaning into him. her smile was soft yet still with that hint of dubois wickedness as his fingers brushed against her cheek. the blonde practically gave her body to the male, allowing him to pull her in and allow their bodies to press against one another. though known for being in control of her every move, conscious or not, isla did enjoy allowing someone else to take over a bit. like a mini vacation. she knew leo would have most likely stayed if it weren't for her. manicured fingers traced along the collar of his shirt, white pearls of teeth dragging across her lip as she continued to look up at him. wordlessly convincing him. the tip of her cigarette shriveled up due to her allowance to let it burn up as she continued her game. “of course, good sir. I’d love to show you the way back.”

[isla-dubois]

leofcwler‌:

“It’s okay, you can deny it all you want,” as he spoke, tendrils of smoke danced around their heads from where they escaped parted lips, a smirk seen once the cloud immersed, “but just so you know, you can miss someone and wonder about them too. Not a very good excuse,” As if studying a fine piece of art at the museum, Leo took a step back at Isla’s challenge. His words had mostly been for show, a challenge of his own, but he was willing to meet Isla’s, “Do I get bonus points if I describe more?” Leo asked, quirking a brow as he tugged his cigarette from between his lips, “I think your face is, like… elegant, y’know? Like, you could play a queen on Game of Thrones or something. If that shit show was still on. Like you look youthful but at the same time, mature? I wouldn’t be surprised if you said you were older than me but I know you’re only, like, 18 or whatever. Drinking from the fountain of youth,” There was a pause as Leo took another drag of his smoke, before quickly tacking on, “Oh, and your ass is… like, oscar worthy. I think I’ve cried over it before.”

“me? deny? never.” her cheshire like smirk ever present behind the clouds of smoke. it shone like a beacon in the night. “well, just believe me when I say that I kind find other ways of entertaining myself when you’re not around. but I guess I prefer it when you are.” her feminine physique almost pressing against him. isla giggled softly and started posing for the examination, eating up every moment of the attention. “I guess I can make that arraignment. double points for each descriptor added.” every compliment, every observation was like ambrosia to the blonde. “20 but I understand what you’re saying.” the correction following her words, another drag taken into her lungs and soon adding to the cloud around them. “this is why I keep you around, leo. you do wonders for a girl’s ego.” like a predator hunting her pray, isla made the space smaller between them once again. “now, we both know why we find each other at the end of the night.” words sultry and low. “so, would you like to walk me home?” eyes looking up at him, doe-like and full of innocence yet a spark of knowing behind them. 

[isla-dubois]

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adrian: if livingstone was a reality tv show i think i would be the one who throws drinks in people's faces

adrian: like the villian

adrian: but id have a redemption arc in the second season because i'd shave my head and take a vow of silence. twitter would uncancel me and i've have my own line of unisex boxer briefs

adrian: wby whats your story line

isla: love it. those are always my fave.

isla: probably the bitch that'll sleep with a guy, fake a relationship, then stage a huge break up for all the stans to cry over.

isla: I'll even cry myself.

isla: #actingprodigy

[isla-dubois]

SO. your girl has been really in a meh space lately but I’m trying to push past it. if you’d like to plot, HMU! I don't bite I promise and I feel a little lost since taking my semi break. COME TO ME. luv Lo

[isla-dubois]

What characteristic makes you attractive to the opposite sex/potential partners?

“I don’t quite know. why don’t you ask them?”

[isla-dubois]

If you could be on a dating reality TV show -would you?

“probably not. I’m doing just fine out in the ‘real world’“

[isla-dubois]