THE ABANDONED

MARA VINCENT // DESIGNER // MEDEA

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sienna-selene:

“Oh, fuck you, Mara.” The brunette snapped, glaring at the. “Now, you want to talk? What about a year ago when you dumped me out of the blue? There wasn’t much talking done then. You destroyed me….,” Sienna’s voice hitched as she admitted it out loud. Her lips pressed together in a thin line to keep the tears at bay. “S-so…you don’t get to be a bitch.”

Mara grit her teeth; she knew Sienna was right. It was aggravating that she didn’t understand. They spent almost a year together, she opened up to Sienna like she hadn’t anybody else, and still she didn’t see what Mara had been feeling when she left. Sienna could have stopped her. And it made her bitter. But she knew it was her fault. She was the one to blame. “How am I being a bitch? I assumed you didn’t want to talk to me. Was I wrong?”

[thoranda]

so incredibly beautiful Amber with a wreath of blue flowers  (◡‿◡✿)

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sienna-selene:

Sienna let out a small humorless laugh. “Still fantastic at running, I see.” She commented. Her tone was monotone if not a little condescending. The woman turned to leave no longer interested in shopping from the produce aisle.

Mara stops and turns around, her gaze icy. “I’m sorry. Was I wrong in assuming that, by your tone, you aren’t interested in talking to me? I just figured I’d save you the time and energy. If you want to talk, then tell me what you want to talk about.”

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You can never explain how painful it is to say goodbye to someone you love.

3 am thoughts (via suspend)

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sienna-selene:

“I’m fine and so is the club.” She replied, unable to keep her tone from being slighted. Why did she care how Sienna was doing now? She crossed her arms over her chest, protectively.

Mara’s lips turned down into a barely detectable frown, her expression glazing over so it was the cold, expressionless face she used with most people rather than the nervous, somewhat girlish look she’d been giving Sienna up to that point. “Right then,” she said, reaching out to pick up a couple of potatoes so she could step around her ex and continue on with her night.

[actressesmodels]

Amber Heard

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sienna-selene:

Sienna wanted to be bitter and snap at the blonde in front of her. But that would change anything. If anything it would make their interaction shorter and she didn’t want that. She craved this without out even realizing it. “Uh..thanks. You too.” Sienna answered, absentmindedly looking down at her oversized t-shirt and leggings. “How is everything?”

“Everything?” Mara asked, shifting her weight from foot to foot. “Busy, I suppose. It’s good to be back in LA, though I do admit I’m starting to get a little homesick for Munich.” She took in a deep breath and let it out slowly. “And you? I hope all is well? How’s the club?”

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sienna-selene:

The brunette paused, unsure how to react at the sight of her ex. She couldn’t even remember the last time they’d seen one another. It been had been about year since their breakup. No. Since Mara up and dumped her. And yet her chest still tightened at their proximity. “…It’s okay.” She finally muttered out.

They just stared at each other for a long moment, Mara’s cheeks heating up. “It’s been a while,” she finally said, adjusting her grip on her little basket. “You look well.” Somehow she managed a slight smile, her heart hammering in her chest. A year and Enna still made her feel like this. 

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eleanorstone-eris:

Eleanor smiled and shook her hand. She was giddy on the inside but tried desperately to keep her composure. “yes I am, Thank you - so nice to finally meet you.” Elle said shaking her the hand Mara had held out in greeting. “Oh no problem. I did a lot of modelling in New York and I’ve had my bag stolen before, I’m always on the look out.” She chuckled lightly. 

“I’m typically well aware, I suppose my mind must have wandered,” Mara explained, her expression becoming sheepish. “I must repay you somehow. Do you have time for coffee? Or lunch, even? I have a couple of hours before I have to be back at the studio.”

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prestonwalters:

Preston was scrolling through his text messages, trying to fire one off to his boss to let him know that he could come in early when he heard the woman’s voice call out. He looked up, a little shocked at what was happening before his eyes. Things like this happened all the time in the city, but he couldn’t remember the last time he’d seen it happen right there in the flesh. He hesitated just a moment too long to really do anything to stop it, but he came up next to the woman as she stopped, a deep frown etched on to his face. “We should call the cops,” he offered, looking down at her, only to realize that he knew her. “Oh god. You honestly don’t have great luck, do you?”

Mara watched miserably as the guy got away with her purse, her teeth grit in fury. She probably would’ve snapped at the guy who’d come to check on her had she not recognized the firefighter that’d saved her dog a while back. “No, apparently I don’t. My planner, my phone, my keys, my cash, my credit cards. All of it, gone,” she said, her accent thicker than normal. “Shit. What am I going to do?” She rested a hand on her forehead and began walking to her car as if that would help her at all.

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adrianreeves:

Being recognized was still something Adrian wasn’t used to. Years of trying to break into the industry and coming up empty handed, usually because of his own doing, meant that all of this was new to him. Adrian had no idea who the blonde was, and so he just assumed she was some sort of fan. He shoved his hands back into his pockets, his fingers making a home in the ripped fabric inside of them, weaving them in between the holes. “Yeah, that’s me.” A beat of silence passed, and he added. “Yeah, no problem. Where do you know me from? Do you watch my fights?” 

Mara tilted her head to the side, just a fraction, and examined him carefully. “We have a mutual friend. I can’t say I’ve seen much of your fighting, no, but I’ve heard very good things.” She adjusted her grip on her purse again and smoothed out her skirt, gathering herself again. “Well, I certainly owe you for helping me." She grabbed a marker from her bag and gently, but firmly, grabbed his arm so she could write her number. “Just let me know when you’d like to cash in that favor, yes? I’m Mara.”

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amyorariadne:

Amy didn’t usually walk home at night, but the friend she rode with had been sick and she didn’t feel like calling an uber or anything. The streets were well lit, and she walked fast and had pepper spray so she felt safe enough. But when she passed the park near the apartment complex, she turned aside and found a bench. Despite the late hour, there were still quite a few people out, walking or driving, and the background noise was soothing. After everything that had been going on for the last few weeks, she was ready for a little peace and quiet, and it might seem counter-intuitive to find it like this, but it was working for Amy.

Nights in LA had a tendency to be dangerous for women out on their own, so when she saw someone sitting alone in the park during her drive home, she found a place nearby to park and hurried over to her. “Hi, I just wanted to check that you were alright,” she greeted, taking a seat next to her. She’d seen so many women drugged and scared on that very bench that she would’ve hated herself had she not stopped to ask.

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Mara was exhausted. She felt like she’d been running around nonstop for a week and she finally had time to relax for a day before launching into a new project. So she decided to stop by the store, pick up some groceries, and plan on a relaxing, stay-at-home sort of day. She was in her favorite sweatpants and an artfully deconstructed tee shirt, her hair loose about her shoulders, strolling through rows of vegetables when she accidentally bumped her shoulder into someone passing by. “Oh, I’m sorry,” she began to say, trailing off when she saw who it was. @sienna-selene

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text // mara ✖ enya

Enya: Never too late for you bby

Enya: I'm leaving from the gym though, need me to bring anything?

Mara: If you could pick up some cigarettes and a bottle of wine I would love you forever.

Mara: It's been a hellish day.

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[wnq-writers]

She is like a disturbed tide when it comes to her feelings. sometimes she’s full of energy and her feelings are overflowed that seems like she’s burning; but sometimes she’s completely numbed and empty that seems like her heart has frozen.

sauuvagee  (via wnq-writers)