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leah gasped, pulling away from cara like she’d been shot, doe eyes going wider than humanly possible. “what the hell?” she’d already known this relationship wouldn’t work, but she’d still gone to cara’s work event somewhat happily—the sudden outburst made her want to curl into a ball.
cara's sarcasm ran dry while she was built to emotionally compartmentalize. no creases. she'd iron them flat if one crinkle exposed itself. leah was becoming a crease. "you said you wanted to leave? i am addressing the itinerary." a laugh slipped from pink lips. vacant of wine. "yeah, you can go. i don't hold hostages. that's generally frowned upon." a finger lifted pointing past leah. "there's the door we came in." silky orange flipped over her shoulder as cara's head turned. "there's an exit somewhere back there. i'm sure." cara's freckles disappeared beneath the faint flush of embarrassment. her voice stayed smooth. "you're confusing boundaries with rejection. they're different things. you can't throw a tantrum, and then act like accountability is a fucking plot twist."
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It was the third time Renata had danced for them. It wasn't difficult to recognise them. Most if not all of her clientele were men, usually later in the evening, nothing ever to report. They were gorgeous. She had thought that the moment they walked in. Renata didn't know their story, but she was intrigued. She had taken the cash from their hands and straddled them.
"You're becoming one of my favourites." She drawled as her hips began rolling to the bass of the song that was playing.
vera eased into the chair. three times was now a forming habit. "is that so?" there was faint amusement woven in tight composure. vera's hands had been controlled. flexing at her sides while her eyes were hazel, and hungry watching the woman move above her lap. the dance movements were laced in discipline, while vera had been following the same suit. behaving herself. this was all about control. not over renata, but over her own discipline. "careful." the warning curled. favoritism cracked control. "maybe i enjoy consistency." attentively her eyes watched the dancers face to see if any expression would react. "or," those behaved hands at her hips flexed her fingers enough to lightly graze against the brunettes hips. lowly she spok, "we both know when something is good enough to return to."
"whirlwind of romance huh?" catherine laughed hearing the sarcasm that rolled off of sloan's tongue. the woman wrapped her hand around her own arm as if she was trying to brace herself for impact. as if sloan was about to share how she was swept off her feet many times before by other women - catherine shouldn't have cared too much. the two of them were over, right? why would sloan's dating life have such an impact on her when it's been over a decade. "i just want to know if you've been happy that's all. well i know there has to be happiness in between all the years we've been apart...just curious if there was a special person causing it." she wanted to seal her mouth shut after saying all of that. the brunette closed her eyes shut, a mechanism used to shield herself from a small bit of embarrassment that started to build up inside of her. slowly, her big brown doe eyes reopened hearing the news she wanted. "oh no relationship? i'm kind of surprised - not saying i imagine you to be with someone at all times, but you know...you're radiant." her cheeks felt on fire. was that the right wording she wanted to use? was it too much or too little?
the question shouldn't have surprised catherine. sloan had always been great at redirecting the spotlight before it lingered too long. the simple 'you?' caught her off guard. it forced catherine to acknowledge what years had failed to change - that every connection since sloan had felt partial. the only one that had ever felt whole sat across from her and yet, she was not catherine's to claim. the breeze coming off of the shore blowing her beautiful golden locks gently - she was nearly hypnotized. shaking her head to bring herself back to reality catherine answered truthfully, "no. no relationships for me. i actually haven't dated in a while." she confessed with a good belly laugh imagining herself trying to get back out in the scene, "i would be a complete mess. i don't know if i am capable of sitting across from a stranger trying to get them to understand me and my life." for years catherine didn't know what the pinpoint of that problem was. was she over so many failed relationships that her mind and heart couldn't take it anymore? or did it go beyond that simple explanation? if someone were to ask her years ago that would be her answer. now, her answer was there all along. the love she had shared with sloan lingered like a ghost in every relationship that came after. nothing ever quite compared. their story had ended in tragedy, but not because their love was absent or they had problems they couldn't resolve. if anything, they had loved each other too much. enough to step aside when staying together would have hurt more than letting go. "i'm not lying when i say you created an impossible standard for people who came after you. i mean...your kindness and love really stuck with me - it will stick with me forever. i always try reminiscing on those indescribable feelings when i'm writing." sighing softly she smiled gently, "i hope that isn't too much to take in."
the distant sound of the waves hitting the shore was grounding. a much needed ambiant pink noise. the two of them were suddenly losing their footing. thank goodness they'd been sitting in the beach's grain. the past, the in between, surely the thin iced conversations were bound to make sloan's knees wobble. while her ears were committed to listening to the brunette, she wondered if it was odd for herself to feel suddenly clammy over romantic topics involving other people....or if it would be odd to be normal about it.. pondering too long came with a small sigh. perhaps it wasn't noticeable. perhaps it faded beneath the orange glow. "dating is a ball of uncomfortability. like an unwanted rash you're forced to deal with, and want so desperately for it to clear." sloan grumbled while leaning slightly back. her fingers dipped, sinking under the sand. it was cool there.
here it came again. just like the waves that eased her. a wave of warmth. tight in her chest. knotting in the pit of her stomach. each wave of the feeling was more difficult to wipe away with any redirected humor. still, she persisted with the fear that she'd let herself slip into catherine. how easily the brunette could consume her...that's what twisted sloan in the sand. "i think," her tongue was damp with honesty while running along her bottom lip. "this is all much to take in." a solo trip, catherine...catherine..and catherine. sloan squinted in the fading light. catherine had always been better at articulating. "i'm not against it all. i'm just...absorbing." as if she were holding her breath, "like a sponge." the woman finally cracked a smile. as lips curled, she looked to catherine. "as much as an adult i may be, — i've truly always wanted you to be happy." even when she no longer thought of herself as that capable source. no matter how much that truth had gutted her. "but also, you've just inflated my ego, and i think you're right, there is no one close to meeting the sloan-standard." came with a slight nudge into catherine beside her. playful. easy. those were such dangerous levels of comfortability when being next to your greatest love of all time.
─── ANNA BOWDEN + BLUE OUTFITS ★
Blue is universally associated with tranquility, confidence, and stability. In psychology and emotions, positively, it communicates loyalty, wisdom, intelligence, serenity, and emotional balance. Negatively, in excess or in very cold tones, it can be associated with coldness, isolation, and monotony.
In its variations of shade, light blue/sky blue represents softness, sympathy, protection, and freshness. Navy blue is strongly linked to authority, elegance, power, and formal commitment. Turquoise blue is related to inspiration, mental clarity, and purification.
Anna has been wearing blue since the first episode of the series. And there hasn't been a single episode up to that point where she hasn't appeared wearing something blue.
Tv Series: Cape Fear (2026)
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“i wanna go home,” the tiny brunette whined, tugging on their hand. “i’m sick of this.”
what the fuck? "sure. yeah." the performance caused cara's loyalty to cling to herself — freeing her hand. "unfortunately i think the legal age to ride in an uber unaccompanied is thirteen, so, i don't know, might need to call miss rachel to pick you up." flat. the woman's cup had been empty of patience. cara's eyes wandered to all surroundings. eyes flittered. nosey people caused her chest to collapse a harsh sigh. "for fucks sake." one last exhale was necessary.
She knew that there was every chance that the two of them might not work out again. It had happened once before, it could happen again, but Mira was committed to seeing it through. At least if they gave it another solid go, they could both walk away knowing that they had given it everything. She hoped that they could figure it out, though. They had already remembered what they did so well, maybe they had a chance. Hearing what Vera said, she gave the blonde's hand a light squeeze and nodded her head.
"Nothing but honesty. Open communication." she replied, moving so that she had Vera's hand in both of her own. "I want to make this work. My whole heart is in this, I promise. But if anything feels wrong... We talk about it. And we walk away if necessary." She hoped that it would not come to that, though.
honesty seemed easy. an effortless given that came with exchanging your care for someone. open communication seemed that way too, but vera knew better than to speak of any ease. they'd fallen through the cracks before. this time would be different. it had to be. "sounds fair enough." was all that the blonde could manage. her chest had been tightening ever since mira showed a lick of jealousy. the yearning went beyond the physical, and the woman knew this was bound to happen. they couldn't keep pretending to share something meaningless when there had never been anything meaningless about them.
what tightened vera's chest was knowing the gravity of them. having someone's full heart, mira's, was not taken lightly. the others words pricked the corners of her eyes with overdrawn emotion. vera didn't need to voice it, she hardly had, but she was overwhelmed. this is what she wanted too. "thank you for being honest with me." sincerity laced her words while she extended a hand to cup mira's face. "does this mean i get to keep you longer this morning?" she tried her best to keep her lips tight, but a grin was tugging. "breakfast in bed doesn't sound too bad," the pad of her thumb gently ran against mira's smooth cheek. "what do you say?"
REBECCA FERGUSON as Juliette Nichols in SILO Season 3 Episode 1 “Who Are you”
// hello ۶ৎ give this a like and i will go through your open starters and respond as my muse vera (lesbian. professor. fc rosamund pike.)
🌲 — 𝐩𝐥𝐨𝐭𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐧𝐨𝐚𝐡 𝐤𝐚𝐡𝐚𝐧
NORTHERN ATTITUDE / muse a and muse b return to their small hometown after years away, both changed in ways that make it hard for them to reconnect. one weekend, they find themselves snowed in together during the holidays, forced to confront who they were and who they've become. STICK SEASON / left behind in the place they once dreamed of escaping, muse a struggles with loneliness and seasonal depression after muse b breaks up with them and moves away without a word. months later, muse b unexpectedly returns, reigniting feelings neither of them have fully processed. SHE CALLS ME BACK / after a messy breakup, muse a and muse b keep falling into old habits: talking late into the night, running into each other in familiar places - until they're caught between moving on and falling back in. COME OVER / childhood friends who haven't spoken in years are pulled back together when muse a's family home goes up for sale. a last-minute "come over" text leads to shared memories, old jokes, and maybe even something more. EVERYTHING, EVERYWHERE / two muses in a long-distance relationship and haven't met in person try to keep their connection alive through letters, photos, video calls and voice memos. but when muse a visits muse b, they have to decide if the fantasy matches reality. STILL / muse a and muse b who've been separated for years realize they're still in love after a single night together, but life has moved on: partners, jobs, and other commitments. now they have to decide if "still" is enough to risk it all.
an amused grin appeared on catherine's face when sloan admitted to pinching herself on the plane, before letting out her own confessions. "i won't lie to you...i did not want to be recognized," she shrugged her shoulders and sank herself into the sand. her hands combing through it as if the texture alone could ease her mind. "not that i wasn't pleasantly surprised, let me just make that clear!" the dark haired woman let out an infectious laugh as she continued, "it had just been so long that i was more so embarrassed for myself - look where we are together. i know the both of us couldn't have imagined this in a million years." if catherine were to say what she really wanted to, the words that would fall out of her mouth would suck the both of them into a deeper path. a path she didn't know if sloan wanted to take - everything just felt so beautiful between the two of them. it always felt as if they could accomplish anything together, but maybe that's where the problem lied. maybe they always got too ahead of themselves before they got to think of their own convictions. "all i'm saying is..." she paused momentarily before a delighted sigh followed through, "i am glad we're here together. i know i needed this." following sloan's eyes out into the horizon she agreed with a nod before softly whispering, "it's just magnificent." the sound of the waves hitting against the shore brought a lot of clarity to catherine's mind. "i don't know if i asked on the plane - i was dying with nerves practically, so i may have forgotten but...uh...were you ever close to finding the one in recent years?" she didn't know if the question was too forward but they needed that, she needed that. catherine was sure sloan could see the way her eyes were almost begging for a no. years apart and she still felt a bit of sting at the thought of another woman getting to know the beautiful, fun person sloan was.
there was an appreciation to catherine's softer tone. the woman always had a way of releasing the tension in sloan's body. the sarcasm could rest. her walls could become translucent. where play came to light to tuck emotions behind a curtain, sloan felt safe enough to allow catherine behind the scenes. that was just how they managed. it was silly for sloan to think that time was only going to reveal that truth they held. fondness. though, it was deeper than that. wasn't it? always had been. sloan even found that to remain when they were apart. they were still...apart. that realization caused sloan to slip her fingers beneath the crystal grain of sand. the cool sensory grip was a necessary distraction. it was so easy to fall into catherine completely. even more so when sloan braved her chin to turn. the sight of the ocean's orange, and blue glow mirroring inside of catherine's eyes was a further emotional slip.
"the 'one' ..?" flat and meaningless. how did a three letter word become full opposite of catherine? incomparable. sloan's hands resurfaced from the sand, and wrapped around herself. her body language was searching for some protection. "sure, swept completely off of my feet. whirlwind of a romance so gushy that nicholas sparks wrote a book about it." that wasn't true. reality felt easier to digest skirting around the truth. sloan could keep everything tucked under rugs until she couldn't. "you don't want to hear about my dating life, do you?" salty air gently brushed against sloan's cheeks. dating had been few. horrid at first. mostly pressured by those around her. there had been one that stuck a little longer, but sloan couldn't pin point if she was trying to prove to herself that she was in love, or if she was trying to let go of the past. there was always a lean towards monogamy. some days she thought it was just settling. "i'm not in a relationship if that's what you're getting at." was it? was catherine being curious for the sake of conversation? sloan didn't want to ask about catherine's dating life. passing years couldn't coat that sting. that ill feeling that would burrow inside of her. still, she dared, "you?"
THE LAUGH LEFT HER LIPS SO EASILY, and she immediately remembered why she always ends up here. there was nowhere else where she feels this at ease, this seen, this understood. this free to just be herself and speak freely. sometimes there were days when val wondered where all the joy had gone in her life ⏤ but just a few minutes with dani and all of those worries were gone. "this seems like the place to do it," val grinned, took a sip of her wine as they walked, "i would never judge." and maybe it would be fun, to indulge. to have a night where they enjoyed all of the things they used to love. not the kind of indulgence that they could partake in regularly. she was fairly certain her body could no longer process blue in its truest form. the night air was refreshing, and val wasted little time in settling in next to her companion. "don't even get me started," val groaned, playfully rolling her eyes, "midterms are always rough. a lot of them realize they're not doing as well as they thought, and they panic."
dani let out a quiet hum of amusement. as val talked beside her, a memory made itself present of a younger dani pushing herself through school. absorbing more words than understanding. sleep deprived, and hungry for success. swirling the rosé once before taking another sip, “mm, same look clients get right before mediation,” she said lightly, eyes fixed somewhere out beyond the terrace lights. recalling, “that very specific expression people make when the realization hits. that confidence and reality have never actually met each other.. then falls panic.. sounds like its sink or swim for them. they'll be alright, no matter the outcome, i'm sure.” a faint smile pulled at the corner of dani's mouth after. softened by the wine and the hour, she reached to lend a sharing gesture of the blanket over val's lap. “at least your students still have time to recover,” she added. “most of the people i deal with are discovering they’ve wasted fifteen years on someone who chews too loudly.” the comment was more dry than the wine. she didn't mean any direct contact to val's own divorce. just simply put to her own daily witnessing. there had been a subtle warmth beneath it. threaded with understanding. from long exhaustion. the night settled comfortably within their orbit as it always had on these nights. the distant city noise. the glow of a few distant porch lights. dani's chin slightly turned, “panic makes people strangely honest, don't you think?”
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BEFORE SUNRISE (1995) dir. Richard Linklater
VAL LET OUT A LOW CHUCKLE, SHOOK HER HEAD, mulling over the statement. "most companies marketing blue anything seem to be doing alright." what was a blue raspberry? was a question that plagued her quite often. it was also one of those questions that she wasn't entirely sure she wanted answers to. all val knew was that the likelihood that this wine in particular was more artificial colorings and flavors than actual wine was higher than she would like, but ⏤ "free does have a tendency to taste rather nice, doesn't it?" and val really didn't want to cheapen the gesture. it had come with high regard from her much-younger colleague. val listened intently to the impromptu speech, her smile only growing as it continued. lifting her glass, all val could manage herself was a quick, "cheers." out of curiosity, she waited until dani took a first sip, watching her reaction carefully. the fact that her face had not immediately contorted in disgust was a fair sign, and val felt more assured in her own sip. she couldn't say it was one she would ever reach for on a shelf while at the store, but she wasn't disappointed either. "some air would be nice," val nodded, moving to follow her companion outside. she hoped it would help her to fall asleep, that it would be the key to everything after being trapped in her office all day.
"blue sells me less. seems more staining to the mouth. i can't walk around town looking like a five year old who ate crayons." dani humored lowly while feet guided them. some chapter of her life, back in her youth, had enjoyed that stain. indulged in color. freedom stretched like limbs on trees. so freely, and somewhere as age grew onward, dani, among many others, lost touch of that youthful whimsy. out the back door was stepping into a realm that shed a different light than what the day provided. stripped from stress, it was a setting that dani already could feel the tension in her shoulders ease. the temperature called for comfort. when the brunette took a seat, wine in hand, her fingers tugged at a throw blanket to complete the cozy aesthetic. the night was a maximalist sought out security. wine, the night air, and val's company seemed like a bundle to complete just that. there was no need to build any walls. judgment was left outside of some invisible barrier when she returned home. her own judgment left when val saw her porch light on. "tell me, how gruelling were the confines of your office today?" a smile curled at dani's lips knowing all too well what a needy, strenuous monster the work environment could be. demanding in all nature. "looks like it didn't drain you completely. you had enough energy to walk a few feet over here." that humor stretched out a little further. nudging the stress away. or so she often tried.
"oh don't be an ass," catherine giggled at sloan's modeling comment. the weight of her glasses sitting on her nose bridge made a toothy smile appear. "i will consider modeling once you have. if you don't get in, there's no way in hell i would." and she truly believed that. throughout life no one had ever captivated catherine the way sloan did. from the very first glance, she'd been hopelessly enchanted by the blonde. drawn in as if sloan herself were something written from poetry - which eventually she was. catherine believed love was such a rare thing to come across and to be in love could be a once in a life time opportunity. she was lucky enough to have found that with the other woman, until their fate had separated the two of them.
pushing her hair back with sloan's glasses she examined the selfies that had taken together, a smile creeping onto her lips before she spoke of her concern. noticing sloan's visible concern had catherine nodding her head immediately. "promise," she put out her pinky to keep her word. she knew there would be judgement, especially from catherine's friends. it wasn't that they disliked sloan, but they knew the hold sloan had over her. many years have passed and they wanted catherine to move on, they wanted her to find love - they were practically casting spells for it to happen. they told her it was sloan holding her back and she always denied it. how could she if they hadn't spoke or seen each other in years, right? "it's a good thing you and i are adults. we can let them gossip. i'm having a great time with you and i won't let them ruin it," picking the best photo out, she posted to her story. now the world could talk. slipping her phone away into her bag she sighed happily. "you're amazing, don't try to think about what people can say. words are powerful but i believe in that strong, brilliant mind of yours to not let it get to you," she playfully poked her side. "i'm really enjoying this - probably way too much if i am being honest here. here we are about to watch the sun set together...it's almost like a dream."
"i just know that we will become the bold highlight of an evening cocktail chat." concern dripped from sloan's lips. overthinking was fine tuning itself to the brink of catastrophe. there was a desperate wish to be as calm, and collected as catherine. instead of rattling off any further anxiety, sloan's chest lifted allowing her lungs to fill with a calming breath. "you're right." as she so often had been. sloan linked her pinky briefly with the others digit. a simple gesture that had a wild recentering power. muscles eased. so did her mind. "alright, that's it, come along." the blonde directed even though she began pulling catherine along with her.
hand in hand, sloan chose to sink into the presence. forget the outside world. there had been too many times she allowed over thought to command her actions. all she wanted was to see catherine smile warmly. just as the woman had looking at their selfies. god, how the wings had fluttered in the pit of her stomach. "definitely not a dream. you don't know how many times i had pinched myself on the plane. im going to be peppered in bruises, surely." the over exaggeration punctuated once sloan sat on the mound of sand. a small tug at the brunettes hand, and sloan was on the brink of shedding far more emotion than she wanted to. a beautiful nature scape paired with beautiful company was bound to make her overly spill emotions. not yet, she relaxed. her feet slipped from her shoes quickly to bury beneath the cool sand. "going to burn this image into my brain. there's just nothing more breathtaking." the glow, orange and vibrant reflecting from rolling waves. whatever fate pulled in with the tides had created a moment in time sloan didn't want to slip out of.
VAL ENJOYED COMING TO DANI'S HOUSE. mostly because of the other woman's company, but also because of how her home felt. where dani's home felt whole, val's felt as though it had been halved. the odd bits of furniture or decor taken. photos absent from shelves and walls, the only evidence of their existence being rings of dust or slight bleaching of color from sunlight exposure. the home had been theirs, something they had built together. and now that she was living alone within it, she felt like a stranger within its walls. her mother and friends assured her it was nothing some fresh coats of paint and a shopping spree at home goods couldn't fix. val wasn't so sure, but she appreciated their enthusiasm. "it's midterms," val gave a half smile and a shrug as the only explanation. she didn't need to mention the text from her soon-to-be-ex. not yet, anyways. "it was a gift from a colleague," she mused, looking over the bottle, "i was promised it's a refreshing and not-too-sweet rosé, but i'm worried the flavor might just be pink." it had been a thoughtful gesture in return for a favor that val has long since forgotten. the bottle has been sitting on a shelf ever since, and if there was ever an occasion to take a leap of faith ⏤ "i'm trusting one of us has a suitable alternative should this go poorly."
"trusting anything that is the flavor of a color is setting the bar pretty low." yet, dani stood untwisting the cap. also a low bar, but desperate times called for desperate measures. there could be joy within simplicity. the woman just feared asprin would be needed the moment she'd wake up tomorrow. sugary wine made for the sharpest headaches. "free makes it delicious." she noted with a finger pointing in the air. the rose slipped into the glasses effortlessly with the woman's steady hand. the stream spiraled at the bottom of the glass before it settled. while speaking, dani lifted one glass and held it out for val to take. "cheers to your friend for providing tonights starter. i will say, i think something a little refreshing would be good for the night. cleanse the day... and," posture dipped her hip, one hand smoothed flat on the marble, while the other held her glass in the air. "well, something super profound, and encouraging should come out of my mouth, but all i got is cheers." the first sip eased its liquid way into dani's mouth, down her throat, and left a sweet floral residue on her lips. the wine, she judged it immediately...too pink, too delicate, too eager to be liked. yet, there was something about it she did like.. and didn't want to admit to the air. instead, "care to sit outside?" she needed the air more desperately than she cared to admit. "i've got a throw blanket already out there with your name on it, and my ears are dying to be filled with anything other than myself." to escape into another's world was where the brunette wanted to settle. she'd grown too tired of her self lately. loneliness crept whenever the night fell. poison to her secure mind.
