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❛ i don’t want y’fuckin money . god damn . . i ain’t a charity case lady . ❜ though he looks like one , && * deep down he knows that . which is why his arms are crossing over his chest now . hands reaching around and grabbing on to the cloth of his torn shirt . . nails working as hooks onto the skin of his back ; he curls into himself . taking his own step back . creating a space between them where their differentiations could not touch , ❛ nevermind . ❜ ───── their magnetic fields rejecting one another . A DEEP SET SCOWL on his face .

muliier

god, he’s awful, isn’t he? all she’s doing is try to help, and here he is... throwing her generosity back in her face. and after he had asked her for help, in the first place. but hey ---she won’t hold that against him. as was mentioned before, she’s a kind woman and there’s no way in HELL she’s about to leave this stranger --however rude-- in the middle of the street.

❝ fine. ❞

she puts her phone away ;; raises her hands in a sort of surrender. ------smarts and safety be damned.

❝ my car’s just around the corner. are you coming or not? ❞

#deserdead #v.i

deserdead

it’s late ; at least late enough that the buses aren’t in service any more . which means he’s screwed . . home is too far to walk to . THE STENCH of stale smoke and spat up whisky clings to his shirt ────── regret decorates the skin of his neck and shoulders in the form of bruises . he looks like a mess , with a distraught look to his eye . && * walking up to the first person he manages to find , he’ll tug at their sleeve , ❛ give me a ride home . ❜

muliier

❝ GOD NO ---honey, you’re a m e s s, and i don’t know you. i am not letting you in my car. ❞

she steps back from him, eyes showing sympathy despite the reaction shes given. she’s got a kind heart, but she’s also a smart woman. she won’t give a stranger a ride, even if they look like they’re a state that has them entirely incapable of hurting her.

❝ i will call you a cab, though. and give you money for the fare. ❞

------and she’s already taking out her phone to call for him.

#deserdead #v.i ( opulence. )

starter call !!

#:: time out ::#{ see what i did there #CALL.#hahaha i'm not funny }#indie rp

throne2

#:: an empty shell ::#:: isms ::

i forgot this blog existed new icons tho (made by seclusionism)

#:: time out ::

theroning

#:: an empty shell ::

psychoiism:

I propped myself up, leaning forward some. “How about I take you out for dinner this evening. I already have two eight thirty res’s for the Four Seasons.” Her husband would probably mind but I couldn’t find it in me to even care.

olivia doubts nathaniel would care ---chances are, he'd BARELY even notice. she'll take the offer with- -out much hesitation.

❝ you've already got reservations? in that case, if you're SURE, i won't say no. ❞

#psychoiism #v.i

vxracitas:

|( Ω )| — “That’s fine, lady. You want to stick around, you’re the one that has to deal with the end result. Just thought you might want to know that someone is coming to kill you. Believe me or don’t, but you’ll figure it out soon.”

❝ that doesn't make any sense ---why would anyone want to hurt me, or my family? let alone KILL us..? ❞

#vxracitas #v.i #{ no worries! this is great (: }

natearchxbald:

”It’s exactly what I wanted. —- Really? What was your major?”

❝ that's good to hear, then. ---modern language and literature. and your's?❞

#natearchxbald #v.i

natearchxbald:

“What do you mean? Here at Columbia—? YES. But I’ve always lived in the city.”

❝ yes, just at columbia ---how do you like it? aside from the rough mornings? i hope this doesn't sound... creepy. i went to school here, is all. ❞

#natearchxbald #v.i

natearchxbald:

”Well…. true. I just don’t like mornings.”

❝ fair enough. ---you're quite NEW here then, are you? ❞

#natearchxbald #v.i

natearchxbald:

”I’ve barely made it through one semester. —- How can I survive five more?”

❝ an attitude adjustment might help. you'd be surprised what a little OPTIMISM can do for you. ❞

#natearchxbald #v.i

natearchxbald:

“Happy New Year they said. —- GO TO COLLEGE THEY SAID.”

❝ ---is that DISDAIN i'm hearing ??❞

#natearchxbald #v.i ( opulence. )#{ she graduated from columbia a couple years ago so !!#i figure she might go back to campus now and then? }

nyctxphobic:

▇ ▇▇▇ it’s not like he’d miss the food, he barely ate — - that was obvious by the way his bones were jutting out against his skin, looking as if they’d break through at any moment. “it’s not even five dollars,” he finally looked up from the mess, and then to her. the egg would wash out of his t-shirt, wouldn’t it? “i’ll be happy if you have a tissue or something,” so he could wipe the g o o p off.

she nods, then holds up a finger as she looks down and starts shuffling through her purse. she has a tiny blanket folded up in there ---for claire. but she can spare it on this unfortunate situation.

she looks back up and extends the blanket out to him, an apologetic look still plastered over her features.

❝ ---will this do? ❞

#nyctxphobic #v.i

misdiirection:

that he knows, too. whether she does it intentionally or merely out of practiced habit, he’s used to people putting space from him when they can. it has its advantages; leaves seats beside him on transport almost always empty, keeps people from bumping him or imposing too close on personal space. he can’t say he terribly minds it.

lips curl faintly at her question, amusement allowed to seep into his expression. special someone. call him a pessimist, but he doesn’t believe himself to be the type to ever find someone like that. not with the mess he’s made of his life. but those thoughts are for another time, won’t help him any right now.

he laughs softly, pitiful, as he turns his gaze towards her. puppyish, that’s what he’s decided to go for with her. maybe churn up some sympathy for his poor, clueless soul.

”trying to. i’m not really good with all of this. it all just looks the same.”

were she to know that he doesn't think he'll find a special someone, she would indeed call his a pessimist. she has a firm belief that there's someone out there for everyone, even if it takes a long time to find them. she HAS to believe that, though ---for her own sanity. she needs to reassure herself that she'll be happy with someone again, one day.

she smiles, at his answer ;; relaxes a little and spares him another glance. olivia can spot a lie coming from her husband as easily as most can tell the difference between black and white. but she's not always very adept at deciphering the truth when it comes to strang- -ers, so she doesn't question a single thing about his statement.

she leans slightly towards him and extends a hand to point at an elegant looking necklace with a small chain, decorated in delicate diamonds ---not too many, but enough to make it obvious that it might cost a small fortune.

❝ that one's definitely a safe bet, if you ask me. it's CLASSY ---anyone could wear it anywhere. ❞

#misdiirection #v.i

oberynmartell

#:: an empty shell ::#{ hELL YE AH }

psychoiism:

Your husband sounds like a complete and utter dickhead, I thought. “A woman like yourself should be treated better.” I said rather bluntly.

---- he is.

❝ . . . i can't say i'd mind it if he stepped up his game a little. ❞

though that wouldn't come close to solving their problems.

#psychoiism #v.i

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