i'm the one i should love

- private multi-muse rp blog; written by liv, 27.

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[poohsources]

🐝  *  ―  𝑷𝑳𝑨𝑻𝑶𝑵𝑰𝑪 𝑺𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑪𝑬 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑺.

❛  you've been my best friend for years, what made you think it would change now?  ❜ ❛  i'm always here for you if you need me.  ❜ ❛  well, that's what friends are for.  ❜ ❛  remember, i'm always just one call away.  ❜ ❛  how long have we known each other now? i know you better than you know yourself.  ❜ ❛  you're an idiot most of the time, but you're my idiot.  ❜ ❛  do you want to come over and watch movies tonight? i could use some company.  ❜ ❛  you always know how to cheer me up.  ❜ ❛  i made you your favorite food.  ❜ ❛  i know it's 2 a.m. but i really need someone to talk to. are you awake?  ❜ ❛  remember when we used to build blanket forts? let's do it again.  ❜ ❛  please come to this family dinner with me. my family already loves you and i need some neutral person there with me.  ❜ ❛  here, i got you something. i saw it at the shop and it reminded me of you.  ❜ ❛  do you remember that promise we made to each other when we were kids?  ❜ ❛  i'm so grateful to have you in my life. you mean the world to me.  ❜ ❛  i don't need advice right now, just a friend to listen.  ❜ ❛  you're the best friend one could ever ask for.  ❜ ❛  hey, umm ... thank you for being my friend.  ❜ ❛  you don't have to go through this alone. i'm here for you.  ❜ ❛  want to grab a coffee and catch up?  ❜ ❛  we may not talk every day anymore, but i still consider you my friend.  ❜ ❛  i can stay and help you finish this if you want.  ❜ ❛  you've got this. i believe in you!  ❜ ❛  how about we plan a game night this weekend?  ❜ ❛  do you ever wonder what our lives will be like in ten years?  ❜ ❛  no matter what happens, you'll always have me.  ❜ ❛  you don't have to pretend with me. i like you just the way you are.  ❜ ❛  consider it ... a little friendly competition.  ❜ ❛  thank you, you always know how to make me laugh.  ❜ ❛  i can't believe how far we've come together.  ❜ ❛  just stay put, i'll be over in a minute.  ❜ ❛  i've got us tickets for that concert/movies/exhibition you wanted to go to.  ❜ ❛  how about a road trip? just like old times ...  ❜ ❛  i really appreciate you staying in my life all these years.  ❜ ❛  i don't know what i'd do without you.  ❜ ❛  you can tell me if something is bothering you.  ❜ ❛  race you to the end of the street!  ❜ ❛  bet you can't beat me at this game. i'm a pro.  ❜ ❛  i challenge you to a cooking contest. loser has to buy dinner for the next week.  ❜ ❛  you've been such a great friend, and i just wanted to say thanks.  ❜

[gloomglimmer]

𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐂  𝐑𝐏  𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒  .  .  .  (  pt  1.  the  art  of  touch  )   Set  the  stage  for  longing  glances,  lingering  touches,  and  the  quiet  tension  of  unspoken  words.   ✧  ˚₊  Themes:  soft,  slow  burn  &  a  touch  of  angst 

✧     ›    SOFT   &   FLUFFY   .

My  muse  tucks  a  loose  strand  of  hair  behind  your  muse’s  ear,  their  fingers  lingering  for  a  second  longer  than  necessary.

My  muse  falls  asleep  on  your  muse’s  shoulder  during  a  long  ride.

My  muse  surprises  your  muse  with  breakfast  in  bed,  complete  with  a  handwritten  note.

My  muse  pulls  your  muse  under  their  umbrella  during  a  sudden  downpour.

My  muse  gently  wipes  away  a  tear  from  your  muse’s  cheek,  their  touch  tender  and  careful.

My  muse  laces  their  fingers  with  your  muse’s  absentmindedly,  only  realizing  it  after  a  few  seconds.

 ✧     ›    TENSION   &   SLOW  BURN   .

My  muse  fixes  your  muse’s  tie/dress/jacket,  their  hands  brushing  against  their  skin  for  just  a  moment.

My  muse  leans  in  as  if  to  whisper  something,  their  lips  dangerously  close  to  your  muse’s  ear.

My  muse  catches  your  muse’s  wrist  before  they  can  leave,  their  grip  tightening  just  slightly.

My  muse  watches  your  muse  from  across  the  room,  their  gaze  lingering  even  when  caught.

My  muse  challenges  your  muse  to  a  bet,  knowing  exactly  what  they’ll  ask  for  if  they  win.

My  muse  absentmindedly  plays  with  your  muse’s  fingers  while  they  talk,  not  even  realizing  they’re  doing  it.

✧     ›    ANGST   &   EMOTIONAL   .

My  muse  pulls  your  muse  into  a  tight  hug,  as  if  afraid  to  let  go.

My  muse  wipes  away  the  blood  from  your  muse’s  face,  their  hands  trembling.

My  muse  shows  up  at  your  muse’s  doorstep  in  the  rain,  eyes  filled  with  something  unspoken.

My  muse  gently  cups  your  muse’s  face,  whispering,  “Why  do  you  always  have  to  make  things  so  difficult?”

My  muse  kisses  your  muse  like  it’s  the  last  time  they’ll  ever  get  the  chance.

My  muse  lets  your  muse  go,  even  though  it’s  the  last  thing  they  want  to  do.

 ✧     ›    TEASING   .

My  muse  corners  your  muse  against  a  wall,  a  smirk  playing  on  their  lips.

My  muse  whispers  something  in  your  muse’s  ear  that  makes  them  blush.

My  muse  pulls  your  muse  onto  their  lap  with  zero  warning.

My  muse  playfully  steals  a  bite  of  your  muse’s  food,  then  grins  as  they  lock  eyes.

My  muse  deliberately  leans  in  closer  just  to  see  your  muse’s  reaction.

My  muse  drags  their  fingers  slowly  down  your  muse’s  arm,  pretending  it  was  unintentional.

[mcflymemes]

PROMPTS FOR PRE ESTABLISHED CONNECTIONS AND CREATING HISTORY BETWEEN CHARACTERS *  assorted dialogue for giving your characters a history and giving them past things or events to talk about, adjust as necessary

do you remember what i told you last time?

have you been doing well since i saw you?

that's not what you told me back then.

when was the last time i saw you?

you were shorter then.

i'm picking the restaurant this time.

we've known each other since we were children.

always knew i could count on you.

that time was different. this is worse.

you're not going to let me live that down, are you?

i seem to remember a conversation we had back then.

so you changed your mind about it?

do you remember our encounter in paris?

you should know me by now.

am i the only one that knows the truth?

we had a lot of help back then.

your mom told me to look out for you.

you just love bringing that back up to annoy me.

maybe don't mention my past indescretions?

this was never going to work out between us.

i told you not to get attached.

i know more about you than you think.

i was there, remember?

i'm not about to forget all the shit you put me through.

you told me you were going to try and make this work.

remember what i said to you?

the last time i saw you, things were good between us.

you never mentioned this before.

that was the longest flight of my life, and you made it worse.

can i still trust you after all that?

at least we tried to make something work.

we never discussed what happened between us.

okay, but i'm driving the car this time.

i haven't forgotten what you said last week.

i'm still thinking about your comment.

i didn't realize it was you when i first saw you.

you seem to make a lot of enemies around here.

there's not much for us to talk about.

we worked it out last time.

i know you far better than you know yourself.

we have a long history.

is that the shirt you were wearing last time?

what don't i know about you?

i haven't told them about us.

you were the only person i could go to.

you know me.

this is bigger than both of us.

i can't stand your driving.

are you taking me to the place we had dinner last time?

that's not at all what you said.

didn't we agree on that?

i thought i made it very clear where i stand.

are these the same people that came after you last time?

are you still going on about it?

can we talk about it?

staying silent about it won't help.

you're the only person who knows the real me.

this is a bad time to talk about your problems.

[livs-muses]

@dancesanddreams said: ❛ i’m not your property because i belong only to myself. ❜ Mila/Isabella

Isabella raised her head from the pillow, wrapping the bedsheet underneath her legs to expose as little of her skin as possible. The thought of Mila seeing her naked was suddenly far less appealing than it had been. “You think I want to own you?” She regarded the other woman with a fiery look in her eyes as she sat up and reached over to collect the various articles of clothing she’d discarded in their earlier passion. “You think that is what this is? You think that is how I see you?” She clothed herself, albeit haphazardly, in her robe and climbed out of the bed. She walked over to the French windows of the villa she’d rented, extending a hand to highlight the view. “I paid for this trip because I wanted to show you how much I appreciate you; how much I think you deserve something to enjoy. I spent a week with Serafina researching the most beautiful destinations. I am beginning to wish I had not wasted my time.” Bella threw open the doors and wandered out onto the balcony, the soft summer breeze cool on her face. “I think I was kidding myself,” she mused, leaning onto the rail. “I wanted this to be pleasant for both of us. I wanted this to rekindle what I think has been dwindling for a while. We have passion, as we always have. But we don’t have love, do we?” She looked over at Mila, shaking her head sadly. “You don’t want to be mine, Mila. You may say you don’t want to be anybody’s, but I don’t believe that to be true. I think you want to be Marcos’. Maybe you always did.”

[livs-muses]

@dancesanddreams said: ❝ why didn’t you say anything? ❞ Louisa/Marcos

“Hey, keep your voice down,” Marcos insisted, glancing over his shoulder to make sure his son wasn’t in earshot. Thankfully, Charlie seemed to be making enough noise in the living room to be oblivious to the conversation between his father and aunt. Just a few weeks shy of his tenth birthday, Charlie was now at the age where his involvement in sports and games could bring various injuries. Marcos had taken him to the park to play with his friends, and Charlie had badly sprained his ankle after falling off a ledge. Marcos, naturally, had felt both distraught and angry with himself, despite the fact that the injury wasn’t as severe as he’d initially feared.

Though he tried to keep Louisa up to speed with most events in Charlie’s life, not wishing to upset her by excluding her, there was something this time which had made him reluctant to inform her. He knew the reason, of course. “I’m sorry, okay?” he said, hoping the look in his eyes could convey the sincerity of his apology. “I didn’t want to keep it from you, it’s just…” He sighed. “Ever since Charlie was little—the littlest I’ve ever known him—I wanted to be the perfect dad to him. I know such a thing doesn’t really exist, but I’ve tried to be as close to it as possible. I already spend time away from him with my job, so I’ve always wanted the time we spend together to be special.” He thought back to the tears streaming down his son’s face as he lifted him from the tarmac into his strong arms. “I feel ashamed, Lou. That’s why I didn’t tell you. I can’t even say I had looked away for a minute, because I was watching him. I was watching him climb up onto the wall, and instead of telling him to get down I just trusted that he’d be fine. What kind of idiot, irresponsible father does that make me?”

[poohsources]

🐝  *  ―  𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐀𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐇  𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄  𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒.   (  just remembered i used to be obsessed with this musical many years ago so here we are. these are taken from lyrics of the musical ‘elisabeth’ and were translated by me so no guarantee there aren’t any mistakes. feel free to adjust to better fit your muses.  )

❛  i killed her because that’s what she wanted.  ❜ ❛  everything you like i like a little more.  ❜ ❛  i want to be like you.  ❜ ❛  i want you to want me.  ❜ ❛  i’m not afraid of you.  ❜ ❛  why don’t you stay here ?  ❜ ❛  i think of you whatever i do.  ❜ ❛  nobody understands me like you do.  ❜ ❛  be strict. be strong. be cold. be tough.  ❜ ❛  what good is a plan, no matter how smart, if it only ever is in theory ?  ❜ ❛  nothing ever goes as planned or thought.  ❜ ❛  living with me won’t always be easy for you.  ❜ ❛  nothing’s difficult as long as you’re with me.  ❜ ❛  i love you, i need you, don’t ever leave me alone.  ❜ ❛  the last dance belongs to me alone !  ❜ ❛  jealous of you ? now that’s ridiculous!  ❜ ❛  i’m not your property because i belong only to myself.  ❜ ❛  i won’t give away my freedom.  ❜ ❛  try to understand. i don’t have any other choice.  ❜ ❛  what did i do ?  ❜ ❛  flee and you’ll be free.  ❜ ❛  go ! i don’t want you ! i don’t need you !  ❜ ❛  i can’t bear not being loved by you.  ❜ ❛  whatever you want i’ll give to you. ❜ ❛  i finally found my way.  ❜ ❛  you fell in love with me cause there’s no freedom without me and no one understands you like i do.  ❜ ❛  you were only strong when you believed you were weak.  ❜ ❛  why did you leave me alone ?  ❜ ❛  i’m a friend, and if you need me i’ll come running.  ❜ ❛  maybe that’s the last chance. take it and run away with me.  ❜ ❛  i came because you need me.  ❜ ❛  you have to put in some effort to be happy.  ❜ ❛  you never gave up. never !  ❜ ❛  now i’m made of stone, i’ll never be like you.  ❜ ❛  how can you ever forgive me ?  ❜ ❛  sometimes love is not enough.  ❜

[memelleity]

umma starters

❝ this is what we do, right? it’s nothing the two of us can’t handle together. ❞

❝ i don’t understand you. ❞

❝ stop. don’t come any closer. ❞

❝ who are you? ❞

❝ get out of my house. ❞

❝ hey, i was just thinking about you. ❞

❝ i like your makeup. ❞

❝ i really like your freckles. wish i had them. ❞

❝ what’s on your face? ❞

❝ were you having a nightmare? ❞

❝ you’re just acting kind of weird. ❞

❝ did i say something wrong? ❞

❝ it made her so happy… and that made me happy. ❞

❝ i hate you. i wish you were dead. ❞

❝ why are you wearing that? ❞

❝ what’s going on? you’ve been acting… ❞

❝ i’m just worried about you. ❞

❝ let me out! please! ❞

❝ are you okay? ❞

❝ fine. don’t talk to me. but when i’m gone, you’ll have no one left to keep your secrets from. ❞

❝ what’s inside? ❞

❝ i never thought i’d be in the same room with you again. ❞

❝ what else have you been lying to me about? ❞

❝ what do you wanna know? ❞

❝ is that what you believe? ❞

❝ i don’t believe in superstition. ❞

❝ do you want me to do your hair? ❞

❝ i just think it’s so funny… i mean, how lame can you get? they literally have nothing better to do than gossip about you. it’s pathetic. ❞

❝ oh, god. i can hear myself turning into my mother. ❞

❝ ____ is such a good kid, you know. just talk to her. ❞

❝ i think we were happy. ❞

❝ i remember so much screaming. ❞

❝ the moment i got pregnant, i made myself a promise. i made you a promise. ❞

❝ why would you do this? ❞

❝ there’s no point in talking to you if you’re gonna act like this. ❞

❝ what did you call me? ❞

❝ leave? oh, honey, you’re not going anywhere. ❞

❝ you can’t even make friends. you’re too scared. ❞

❝ why are you acting like this? ❞

❝ i’m your mother. i’m the only one who is gonna tell you the truth. ❞

❝ everything i have done since the day you were born has been for you. to make you happy. ❞

❝ you said you’d never become your mother, but that’s just another lie. ❞

❝ did you know it wasn’t real? ❞

❝ why didn’t you say anything? ❞

❝ wait, let me drive you home. ❞

❝ i got you something. it’s a little going-away present. ❞

❝ there are tons of other weirdos out there. cool, interesting people like you. you just have to go out into the world and find them. ❞

❝ don’t you wanna know what it’s like? what you’re like, somewhere else? ❞

❝ time to pay our respects. ❞

❝ you remind me so much of your mother. ❞

❝ i had to lock her in a closet so she could think about all the ways she hurt me. ❞

❝ i needed her to believe me. she needed to understand my pain was real. ❞

❝ you can never escape. ❞

❝ i didn’t mean what i said. you are not her. ❞

❝ i almost did to you what she did to me. ❞

❝ i had no idea what you went through. ❞

[livs-muses]

eunoiaspirited​:

*

“I do have a deathly glare, so you never know what affect it may have,” replied Adelina, somewhat smugly. “I think I’d have made an excellent Hogwarts wizard. Maybe my letter will finally arrive one day…” She trailed off in a daydream, eventually remembering that she’d completely gone off topic. It was a frequent trait of hers. “Are you sure she won’t want that kind of attention? I mean she’s related to two of the most self-indulged humans I have ever met.” Forcing herself to rid herself of sass, Adelina showed Charlie a more gentle expression and sat down next to him. She put her hand on his arm and smiled. “Violet will know the price she has to pay to hang around with you and if she doesn’t then I can teach her how to deal with it. God knows I’ve had enough practise.” Adelina coughed. “So is she? You woman…I mean. Are you guys like…a thing now?”

*

Charlie sat up straight suddenly. “You know who else would’ve made a great Hogwarts wizard? The guy who auditioned for a part in the last film and made it down to the last two, but lost out to some weirdo who’s never acted since. ‘The guy’ being me, as I’m sure you remember. Thanks for bringing that memory flooding back.” As much as daydreaming was a trait of Adelina’s, Charlie had a habit typical of an actor: searching for a spotlight even where there was none, and bringing topics of conversation back to himself to an almost narcissistic degree. It had become more of a subconscious tendency than anything else, and it didn’t mean that he didn’t actually listen to others, but it was something his father still occasionally reproached him for even now.

Charlie sighed and looked over at his sister, grateful for the softness in her actions. “Good point. Still, she’s a teacher. Schoolkids are dickheads at the best of times—can you imagine what they’ll be like if they recognise her from the papers? I know there are worse things than being romantically linked to me, but I don’t want the boys being rude to her.” He shifted awkwardly in his seat and drew his eyes away from Adelina’s face. “I don’t know. I think I’d like her to be, but I have no idea if she feels the same. We’ve known each other for so long, who knows if it’d even work out?” Charlie shrugged. When he finally brought his gaze back onto his sister, there was a playful expression on his face. “What about you, though? Have you finally confessed your undying love to that Jack yet? And don’t try denying it, you’re nowhere near as good an actor as I am.”

[livs-muses]

eunoiaspirited​:

“You’re cheeky, Charlie. I like that,” Violet breathed out, coolly, taking a cigarette from her pocket once they’d reached the outdoors. “I haven’t attempted to murder anybody yet and considering my parents, I think that’s impressive alone. I haven’t tried a threesome either, but it’s on my to-do-list.” She giggled and put her cigarette to her lips. “I’m still scarred from the moment Auntie Emilia told me that story.” She giggled again when he mentioned his job. She could take a joke, they didn’t often get out of control with her. She’d became more patient in her emotions when Stephen was ill, before that she’d not been able to take a joke at all. “Are you coming onto me, Charlie Garcia?” Violet threw her cigarette on the floor and crushed her shoe over it. She hadn’t even finished it, but oh well, she needed a free hand with booze in the other. She ran her fingers down Charlie’s wrist and intertwined her fingers between his. “I think I found what I was looking for.”

*

Charlie watched Violet take out a cigarette and, without even really thinking about it, reached into his pocket and pulled out his own lighter, holding it up to light it for her in such a swift motion that it secretly impressed even himself. “And I thought my family was wild,” he replied with an amused chuckle. He knew his father had gotten up to a few tricks in his time, before he had settled down with Mila, but he was quite content not knowing about any of it; while he enjoyed to peruse articles about himself on gossip websites (even going so far as to defend himself against rude people under a fake account in the comments, when he had the spare time—not that he’d admit that to anyone), he avoided mentions of his dad unless they were simply in praise of his career achievements. The knowledge that he was the product of a one-night stand was quite enough for him.

Charlie glanced across at Violet, a mysterious twinkle in his eye that may or may not have been visible in the low light. He had always found her attractive, that was for sure, and over the years had grown plenty fond of her too. Nothing had ever happened before, but all it takes is one night for things to change, after all. “That depends on whether it’s working, Violet Carrisford,” he retorted in his most suave tone. He closed his fingers around hers as they continued walking, the journey back to his house not a long one when taking a shortcut through a private footpath. Not only was it the quickest way of getting home, but it also seemed the most discreet: no lurking paparazzi could surely hide themselves very well in such a dense area (such was Charlie’s belief, anyway). When they arrived at the house, Charlie led Violet up the long driveway and opened the door for her. “Where would you like to go?” he asked, not daring to presume she wanted to go to his bedroom in case he had misread things completely. “I can put some music on, if you want. Or, just… anything. I’m easy as a Sunday morning.”

[livs-muses]

Text: Adelina --> Jack

Adelina: Might I ask what sort of things you were thinking?

Adelina: Oh, would you? That would be lovely.

Jack: I won't say - I am a gentleman, after all

Jack: Of course! Do you want me right now?

Jack: Sorry if I worded that weirdly haha, I meant do you want me to come over right now?

[livs-muses]

eunoiaspirited​:

*

Lara stared at Aurora blankly, trying to hold back an eyeroll or three. “You’re just saying words now. Meaningless words that don’t make any sense,” the brunette breathed out. She took her eyes off of Aurora for a moment or two and attempted to steady her breaths. Lara had never been an emotional kind of person, so instead anger and frustration came to the front. “I still have no idea why you’re doing this and why you won’t just stop.”

Whilst Lara was very fond of Aurora she knew she was the kind of person who would be able to move on eventually. Her mind owned her, her heart didn’t. Emotions like hurt and love didn’t run that deep, probably because of the way she’d grown up. But knowing Aurora was in danger, how could she walk away from that without trying to fix it? The thought of what could happen to the woman…now that made her worry.

“No Aurora, this is all you. You should be asking what are you going to do. You need to stop. You need to get out and stop. Not just for my sake but for yours too.”

*

Aurora frowned, feeling a sudden and fleeting surge of anger rise within her. While she was painfully aware of the fact that she had messed up (continuously), it had never been her intention to involve Lara, and her conflicting emotions were swaying back and forth. “Well, I’m sorry for not making much sense when my whole life has literally just been turned upside down,” Aurora snapped (or perhaps snarled may be a better way of describing the despairing sounds which fell from her lips). She hated how out of control she had so suddenly become. So used was Aurora to having a handle on her situation, and so accustomed was she to the precarious lifestyle she had (albeit unwisely) chosen for herself, that she was overcome with terror at the knowledge that it was all now crumbling beneath her fingertips. The one person she had wanted to trust was the one person she simply couldn’t, and Aurora inwardly cursed herself for falling in love with a detective anyway.

She slid off the table she had been sitting upon, and, kneading her hands together, turned to look out of the window. There was not much of a view: just the car park at the back of the shop, but it was handy for knowing whether anyone was around. Nothing stirred outside, apart from a paper bag blowing across the tarmac. Aurora sighed deeply. “Just go, Lara. You need to go. You shouldn’t be here after dark; I don’t know who might be lurking around and I’m not exposing you to that.” She wanted to look back at Lara, but didn’t dare. “I’ll get rid of the stash, somehow. I know my word probably doesn’t mean much to you anymore, but if you can believe me, you should. It won’t be an overnight thing, but I’ll do it. I’ll get out—whether you’re waiting for me afterwards or not.”

[livs-muses]

Text: Violet --> Imogen

🌳 a happy text.

Violet: He is, he can't wait.

Violet: How does Saturday evening sound?

Imogen: This is all so sweet my teeth hurt

Imogen: That sounds good. I'll come over at about 6 then? If anything more interesting comes up, I'll make sure to give you a few hours' notice 😉

Imogen: Look how cool your mum is, still using emojis at her age! Bet you're so proud

[livs-muses]

Text: Adelina --> Charlie

Adelina: It is a burden at times like that. You and your Dad.

Adelina: Starbucks over Caffe Nero? I thought famous people were supposed to have more expensive taste.

Adelina: You can have a Costa or a Caffe Nero but Starbucks tastes of dish water and I am unwilling to step foot in there.

Charlie: Well, I am so sorry for being born

Charlie: Actually, I'm not

Charlie: Wow, look at the big snob over here!!!

Charlie: Okay, get me one of those icy fruity Costa drinks. And a slice of cake

Charlie: Please x

[livs-muses]

Text: Violet--> Eva

🧦 a half-asleep text.

Violet: I like how asleep me can understand that word-for-word.

Violet: Literature teacher, not language teacher. I just like books, I just pretend to know how to spell to avoid the fact I'm the daughter of chavs.

Eva: I wish awake me could understand you word-for-word

Eva: Alright, Miss Pedantic

Eva: So are you gonna tell me what you actually meant, or are you gonna make me work it out like a puzzle?

[livs-muses]

eunoiaspirited​:

*

Just another day of over-reacting at everything, that seemed to be his life recently. He certainly didn’t blame Rosalie for her reaction, or for his. In fact, it was probably quite fair considering the pace of the spider’s scuttle. “Wait did you just manage to rope me into buying you takeaway because you saw a spider?” Then his attention actually went to the spider. “Well I’m not touching it. Do you have a…a heavy book or something? We could drop it on it, that should do the trick. R-Right?” He shook his head, looking around the room. “N-No, it’s fine anyway. Sometimes it’s the little things that are the scariest. What takeaway are you after then?”

Rosalie’s attention flitted between Ben’s face and the ever-moving spider on the floor. Why couldn’t it just stay in one place for more than ten seconds? “I have my dad wrapped around my little finger—it must work on you, too,” she joked in reply, with a wiggle of her eyebrows. “Benny, don’t you know I’m a pacifist? I know spiders are the epitome of evil, but…” Rosalie gently took hold of Ben’s wrist and guided him away from the area. “Maybe if we just go to a different room, it’ll disappear of its own accord and we’ll forget all about it,” she said in a hopeful tone. She thought about which food she fancied, but, in all honesty, she’d have been happy eating anything as long as she was with Ben. “How about a pizza? We could watch a film as well, make a proper evening of it. And, since I’m nothing if not fair, you’re allowed to pick the movie.”

[livs-muses]

eunoiaspirited​:

*

“And that is exactly why she needed a break, those scathing texts,” Lara joked, feeling herself smile for the first time since she’d had that argument with Aurora. “I’ll make it for you, wouldn’t want you aging those perfectly formed hands. Mine were already fucked before Mum and Dad found me.” Lara and Rosalie were very different and sometimes Lara did get annoyed with her step sister, but at the same time she told her everything. The brunette turned around and positioned herself resting up against the ridiculously-large sink. Even though she’d been only ten when she was adopted, she still remembered what it was like to have nothing. Living in such a big house didn’t feel real, even now. “Yeah, thanks for that but I guess it’s your lucky day because you won’t have to see it. Ever. Again.” Lara sighed. “She’s a criminal. She does something that could jeopardise my whole career. She didn’t even consider how it would affect me.”

*

Rather than offer any protestation to Lara’s offer (which would, obviously, have been devoid of any genuineness on her part), Rosalie crumpled her nose and blew her sister a kiss to wordlessly thank her. She leaned against the doorframe, frowning as she listened to Lara speak. She didn’t know Aurora very well, her only (brief) interactions with her being whenever she came to visit Lara at the house, but nothing in the girl’s demeanour would have ever led Rosalie to believe her to be a criminal. However, Lara’s tone was completely serious—and she would know best, being a detective, so Rosalie could only stare at her in shock rather than dispute it.

“A criminal?” she echoed, after the revelation finally sunk in. She knew better than to ask for specific details, knowing her sister to be an utmost professional. “How did you find out? Did you actually catch her in the act? Wait, before you say anything...” Rosalie held up a finger, pulling out her phone. She was supposed to be teaching a private dance lesson that afternoon, but her sister’s emotional wellbeing took precedence, so she sent a quick, apologetic text to her student claiming a ‘family emergency’ before sliding the phone back into her pocket. “Okay, you officially have my attention for the rest of the day. So, Cinderella, you can stop scrubbing the bathroom and you can come to my room to sit on my hideously messy bed and tell me everything you’re allowed to about this. And then I’ll decide whether or not to go and roundhouse kick Aurora.”