babygirl ♡

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itischrisparker:

“No it really isn’t. If you had feelings or something toward someone here why would they stop once they were gone isn’t that called grieving?”

“GRIEVING SOUNDS A bit melodramatic, but i suppose you have a point. i really do miss him, regardless. it just sucks to dwell on something that was clearly one sided.”

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hqcamilla:

          …‘ no of course not especially when you make connections and ‘s — …. ’ as the girl begins to withdraw herself camilla reaches out, small fingers wrapping around the girls wrist to stop her from walking away. ‘ hey, ’ brows furrow, lips pursing. ‘ it’s okay. you can vent to me. ’ shy but H O P E F U L smile appears slowly. 

ROWAN STILLS IN her exit plan, glancing down at the gentle touch to her wrist. it’s in no way demanding nor aggressive, but it’s unexpected all the same. she glances back up at the other after a little swallow of uncertainty. “he was the only one i felt a real connection to -- he wasn’t even supposed to be my master but... he wanted me. it was nice, being wanted.”

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svrita:

          “I CONSIDER MOST things to be very simple,” she replied simply. Her eyes darted back up at the girl’s apology, a small smirk growing over her lips. “Don’t worry about it. I need something to do with my time,” she replied. “Why would you think he’d never be gone? D’you think everyone just stays here forever?”

“I GUESS I should borrow a page from your book -- it might make these feelings a whole lot easier to deal with,” her sigh sounds heavy even to her own ears and she redirects her gaze down to her hands, fingers wringing together. “it’s not that i thought he’d stay here forever. more that... we had a bond. or at least i felt one. if he left, i thought he’d take me with him. too good to be true, i suppose.”

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atlasjcnsen:

“oh,” is his response, quietening for a moment after that. there’s a small frown that’s made way over his expression; how shitty that would’ve been. “‘m sorry.”

“YOU DON’T HAVE to apologize... it’s not like it’s your fault he’s,” gone. her voice catches on the word and fades out before she can speak it. “yeah, it’s fine.” it’s not but that’s her problem.

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benjamin-engel:

“I never said being here is better, just that it’s the only upside I could think of.”

“SORRY, I GUESS i just don’t see any upsides of being here so it’s odd to think about it that way.”

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svrita:

          “NO,” SHE ANSWERED simply, tilting her head. The girl was obviously leaving the conversation, but she thought to answer anyway. “Why would it be weird? You’re accustomed to someone being here and now they’re gone, right?” She shrugged, leaning back. “It’s natural. I think. I hope,” she added with a small laugh.

“THAT’S SIMPLIFYING THINGS a lot but i guess it makes sense. i just ... i didn’t think he’d ever be gone? so missing him feels really weird.” slim shoulders lift in a shrug to match hers. “sorry, i don’t mean to unpack my feelings onto you or something.”

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atlasjcnsen:

“probably not, no,” atlas answers, head lifting to look up at the female. “who d’ya miss?”

“SOMEONE, SHE ANSWERED oh so helpfully, before clarifying, “his name was charles. he... i think he was going to claim me? he said he wanted to, anyways. but he was a really good person. so i actually didn’t mind so much; i just wanted to spend time with him.”

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“IT WOULD BE WEIRD for me to miss someone here, right? because i’m pretty clear about my feelings regarding bates, overall, but i really can’t help but think about this certain someone. it’s ridiculous, nevermind.” she huffs, withdrawing more to herself and away from the person with whom she’d begun speaking.

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benjamin-engel:

“The one thing I don’t miss about home is probably my mother nagging me to get married already.”

“AND BEING HERE is better? I’m pretty sure you could just... move to get away from your mother’s nagging. No sex mansion required.”

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fckennedy:

@littlerowan

It had only been a day since Charles and Rowan had returned from their Rodeo Drive excursion, but he already missed her terribly. The master headed back to his cabin feeling conflicted, and he found himself waiting for his thoughts to drift elsewhere, but of course they remained lodged in his mind. He felt guilty because he wanted her so badly, but hadn’t even met the pet who he was supposed to claim. What if she needed someone too? He considered the fact that she was especially chosen for him, so for all he knew she might make an incredible match as well. Should he hold out for this practically imaginary woman, or let himself develop even deeper feelings for the one right in front of him?

A trip to the library at daybreak shed some light on the dilemma, and the few people who he met there offered some sound advice, and they basically confirmed what Charles had already intended to do. The man had spent the entirety of that day rushing around and getting everything in order, before finally deciding to take the plunge and make his way to Rowan’s dorm. He ascended the stairs once more, and they were far more familiar to him this time. He felt like they were right back where they started, except instead of sunflowers Charles held a few dozen crimson roses, and instead of a weekend he planned to offer her an infinite amount of time together. Gently knocking her door, he held his breath, hardly waiting for it to open before saying his piece. 

“Hey…” he started as he let out a heavy sigh, unsure if he could go on, but knowing deep down how badly he wanted to. “I know it hasn’t been very long, but these last two days have probably been the best of my life. I missed you so fucking much, and I can’t get you out of my head. I know they suggested that I claim someone else, but I just don’t care about that anymore. I just want you, and I don’t think I could take another minute alone in my cabin. I guess I’m just asking if you want to come be with me.” An incredible weight seemed to leap off of his shoulders as he spoke, and he made sure to gaze into her eyes as he finished what he had to say, a look of almost desperation sweeping over his features. “Please be with me.”

IT HADN’T EVEN BEEN that long since they parted ways so rowan doesn’t expect to miss him. she expects to think about him -- if for no other reason than the fact that she now has an actual wardrobe of clothing options and can’t help but let charles cross her mind as she’s picking out her outfit for the day -- but she doesn’t expect to miss him. which would be why the sensation comes as a surprise, prickling in the undercurrent of her depth of feeling. rowan lets it fester instead of ridding herself of the burden; she allows pleasant memories to flicker into her mind’s eye instead of stamping them out. each passing though is met with a slight bitterness because surely she’s the only one harboring these feelings. she’s a pet to him and not even the only one -- he has his assigned pet and the other weekend winner. 

rowan’s back in her room after having talked with a few other pets about their masters. one had sounded like her charles -- kind, willing to take it slow. she’s sure that he’d be the most accommodating dominant here, if that’s even something he’s into. maybe his kink is an emotionally fulfilling relationship -- rowan and her kink-dodging way around bates were in no position to judge. despite the grounds not being infinite, she doesn’t actually expect to run into charles again. different circles and different positions of power should keep them apart. therefore, he’s not the first guess she has when there’s a knock on her door and she doesn’t even bother to try and pretty herself up for who she assumes to be a routine guard. 

her breath stutters out at the sight of him, stood in her doorway in all his debonair char and with a dozen roses in his hands. “hey,” she returns with an airy giggle but, after that, she simply lets him speak. rowan’s not certain she’d have been able to say anything anyways, she’s so stunned into silence. her cheeks flare up in a dark blush and she feels an excited jittering in her stomach at what he’s saying. “so you felt it too,” she murmurs out loud, not even meaning to speak her thoughts. her slender arms accept the flowers to her chest, holding them affectionately. the girl is so surprised that she nearly forgets to answer and only just barely nods before getting her mouth to cooperate. “i... i think i’d really like that,” she whispers softly, a smile blooming on her lips. “and you’re very sure? you want me out of all the pets you could have? you’re -- i think you’re very special, charles, and i want the person you’re with to be everything you could have wanted and then some.” rowan hardly ever feels timid but in this moment, she can barely feel anything else.

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svrita:

          “HAVE YOU SEEN a bag over there?” She pointed towards another dejectedly, shrugging. “It’s black. It’s not here.”

“IF IT’S NOT THERE, how could i have seen it?” she quips with a confused look. rowan’s gaze follows the gesture and then returns to the woman. “sorry, all kidding aside, i really don’t remember seeing a bag. what’s in it?”

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fears.

death

ending up alone

the deep ocean

creepy dolls

jumpscares

[ariangarande]

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comehaylee:

“It’s just a saying darling” Haylee smiled, unable to stop. “I just managed to avoid the wicked witch that was my mistress for a little. And that is just perfect” 

“I’VE JUST NEVER heard anyone use gods plural. but i guess i can relate. i haven’t even seen the man that’s supposed to be my master.”

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