[nessieplays]

nessie. 21+. brasil. GMT -3. rp player. pt/br, es/ar & eng. starkeytulips on discord. charles leclerc love bot first, human second. always up for taylor swift songs inspired plots. if you wanna know more about me, my guidelines are here. ୧ ‧₊˚ 🤎⋅ ☆୧ ‧₊˚ 🧸 ⋅ ☆୧ ‧₊˚ 🤎 ⋅ ☆୧ ‧₊˚ 🧸 ⋅ ☆୧ ‧₊·୧ ‧₊˚ 🤎⋅ ☆୧ ‧₊˚ 🧸 ⋅ 🧸wanted plots 🧸 my characters 🧸 sideblog 🧸 ooc 🧸 test muses

[fauxpunks]

open to: w & femme identifying ppl.

suggested connections: coworker, store worker, ex-student, current student ( college verse only ), brother’s friend, childhood best friend that he hasn’t seen in years, mother of student ( high school OR college verse), anything else you can think of. 

              how did he get himself roped into this? he was going to kill his brother. before entering the victoria’s secret store, he glanced down at the text from his brother: “forgot its me n jazzy’s anniversery. plz pick up hot undies that r expensive im playing beer pong.” the thing is, jackson’s always been a people pleaser⸺no matter what his brother asks him to do, he’s gonna do it. swallowing thickly, jackson made his way into the store. after all, he didn’t want his brother messing up this relationship; he liked jasmine. not in a weird way but she was nice and good for his brother. after ten minutes of aimlessly walking around the store, he had picked up a bra and held it up to his chest. how was he supposed to guess her cup size? he didn’t want to look at pictures of his brother’s girlfriend and guess her cup size. with the bra up against his broad chest, he didn’t even realize someone was looking at him. turning, the man jumped almost out of his skin and caught eyes with the other, “oh⸺oh my god, this is not what it looks like!”

[nessiedotdoc]

There’s something fascinating about the way people choose what they desire. Sometimes it’s for someone else. Sometimes it’s just for themselves. Either way, it always reveals something. She hadn’t meant to walk into that store. Truthfully, she was waiting for someone — a potential investor, the kind who insisted on scheduling meetings in deliberately casual settings to seem less interested in money and more invested in “creative vision.” While he ran late, Lola let herself wander toward the window display. She always did. Not for the lingerie, necessarily, but for the people who stopped to look at it. The way they stared. What they avoided. What they assumed no one noticed.

That’s when she saw him.

Arm raised, bra held flat against his chest, wearing a look of panic mixed with laser focus — like he was about to defuse a bomb and each lace detail might be the wrong wire. She stopped a few steps away, not in any rush to interrupt. “You know that’s not how you pick one, right? There’s no sacred ritual of the Invisible Fitting Room that requires a ceremonial sacrifice.” Her voice cut through the air before he could explain further. Dolores lifted an eyebrow, a restrained smile on her lips as she took in the scene: a broad-shouldered man gripping a bra like it was a medieval breastplate. “But don’t worry,” she added smoothly. “Your secret’s safe with me, Don Juan of lace and adjustable straps.”

[cherrygrxves]

♡ — open: m/f/nb | about theodore | based x

it seemed that time stood still, and the world ceased to exist. words that had never been spoken — that would never be spoken, rested just on the tip of his tongue daring to escape. he couldn't — not after the stunning display he had just witnessed. could it be true that the love of his life was engaged — after all this time? after all they'd been through. lashes blink in shock, fear, a mixture of indescribable emotions that he refused to think about right now. "yeah — yeah, it's great. i'm so happy for you both." he lied. he felt like he could use fresh air, or some sort of way out, so he excused himself to the restroom all before he heard footsteps behind him. he turned on his heels, meeting the other eye to eye. "i — i just need a minute alone, alright?"

[nessiedotdoc]

Her heels clicked against the floor like punctuation — deliberate, undeniable. She stopped just short of the door, arms crossed, heart pounding in that maddening rhythm she hated admitting still came from him. "That’s funny," she said softly, a dry laugh escaping, "because you didn’t look happy."

Her voice didn’t tremble, but something in her eyes betrayed the storm she was holding back. "You always think you can lie to me and walk away. Like I’m still the girl who’d just let you." A beat. "But I'm not her anymore."

She stepped forward, not to crowd him, but to make sure he saw it — the strength, the hurt, the impossible mix of pride and ache that lived inside her now. "You want a minute alone? Fine. But don’t pretend you don’t care. That’s the only thing between us that’s ever been truly dishonest."

[rexheroum]

@nessiedotdoc continued from [here]

Anna fixed her eyes on the teacup in front of her, Alastair's words reverberating in her mind. She felt a mixture of disdain and resignation, but also a certain frustration. This marriage had trapped her in ways she never could have imagined, and his proposal to open the relationship to others seemed more like a sentence than a solution. "Perhaps," she began, her voice cold but carrying a hint of hidden pain. "We can 'tolerate' each other, as you put it. But love... is not something either of us can simply have through agreements or compromises. I would prefer not to live in a marriage based solely on convenience." She paused, taking a small breath to compose herself before continuing, briefly averting her gaze from him. She wasn’t seeking affection from anyone else outside of this... union. She had never asked for this marriage, but had ultimately accepted it. "If necessary, we will live in this arrangement, so be it, but I ask that it not be made public."Her voice faltered for a moment. She didn’t love him, but knowing that truly bothered her. She quickly regained her composure, standing tall as she finished her thought. Alastair spoke of marriages based on love as if they were an easy solution. But she still hadn't managed to turn her feelings into a commodity for trade.

Alastair quietly watched Anna look at her teacup, seeming to be contemplating what she’d said. He genuinely wanted her happy, even if it meant they both took lovers with consent. “I didn’t want an arranged marriage either, but I was suddenly named heir and needed my own heir,” Alastair confessed, a pained look in is eyes, for he had wanted a love match of his own. “I am genuinely sorry this is being forced on you as well,” he informed her, trying to remain kind despite her cold and pained tone.

“I would prefer to fall for you, and you for me, but we cannot predict that or plan to fall in love,” Alastair admitted, reaching out a hand to take one of Anna’s, trying to show he would try to be a good husband, or at least a good friend. “If we can at least be good friends, I would be very happy,” he said with a warm smile.

“I do not wish to share you, admittedly, but if another — secret — lover would make you happier, I would accept it. Your happiness, or at least contentment, is important to me. I may not be able to change our circumstances, but I can try my best to make living with me fun,” Alastair added, letting go of Anna’s hand as she stood and standing in front of her. It wasn’t to block her, but to allow her to be able to see the honesty in his eyes.

”I would never reveal our arrangement. Also…we will eventually need to discuss an heir, until I can make my niece my heir at least by Law of Succession,” Alastair noted, biting his lower lip nervously at bringing that up. His niece was adorable and the light of his life, Eleanor being his ward since she was born, being four years old now. “If I can officialize Eleanor being my successor, then we won’t need to worry about producing heirs. I do not wish to risk your life with a pregnancy anyway,” Alastair added.

@nessieplays

[nessiedotdoc]

Anna sighed, absorbing his words. She understood. They were both trapped in this situation, and she didn’t see it as either his fault or hers. This was bigger than the two of them.

She lifted the teacup to her lips once more, allowing herself a small smile—more polite this time, or at least trying to be. There was no sense in unloading her frustrations on him when Alastair always tried to be as agreeable as possible. "I know my role in giving you an heir; you don’t have to worry about that," she said, her voice softer. She knew the topic would come up sooner or later, so it was better to address it now. "I just think I need a little more time to adjust to everything here."

It was a different kingdom from her own; she still struggled to see these people as her own, and Alastair as her husband. But here they were, two people trying to make this less complicated. Anna had no intention of taking a lover, but she wouldn’t stand in his way if he chose to. Perhaps she would ask for another lady-in-waiting, someone to talk to, because she had once been more talkative, more friendly, more joyful—and she wanted to find that part of herself again. In some way, she felt grateful that he didn’t wish to force a pregnancy upon her.

Maybe he wasn’t a bad person.

"I think that, one day, I would like to try to conceive." Her voice was contemplative, as if she were speaking more to herself than to him. Perhaps it was the romanticized idea of pregnancy she had always heard about, but it felt both distant and close at the same time. She finished her tea, setting the cup down carefully before meeting his gaze directly. "I know I’m not the wife you expected, but I think I can still do this."

[wickcdmindz]

"okay, now...i feel like you're trying to offend me. i could be wrong. am i wrong? i'm new to this whole--'person not worshiping the ground i walk on' thing. y'know what i mean?"

he lowered his volume and took a step closer to her. levi watched her closely--took in the sight of her doing something as simple as just shaking her head. there was something about the way she carried herself that seemed almost magnetic. her mannerisms reduced everything surrounding her to a mere blur in a person's vision. "you can try to explain it to me, i'm greedy for your attention right now. how about you read the encyclopedia to me afterwards? maybe in the back seat of my car?"

[nessiedotdoc]

She looked at Levi with an ironic smile, her gaze still fixed on him. Shaking her head, she seemed as if she were dealing with a stubborn child. “You know, I work with kids far more mature than you. And they actually know when it’s time to stop playing and start taking things seriously.” She paused, letting her words linger in the air. “So, if you don’t mind, I actually have a life, and I’d rather get back to it instead of playing this little cat-and-mouse game with you.” Charlotte shrugged. She still had to pick up her dog from the vet—thanks to him.

[velvetdesirez]

Rory found himself smiling softly into the hug and there was an innate desire in him to not let her go. It had been far too long since he had last held her in his arms like this but he couldn't help himself. There was almost a natural reaction in him to want to be near her and hold her in his arms. And the smell of the all familiar perfume certainly didn't help the case. All things considered he was glad to get to see her again. For he had thought about her for some time now and no matter how hard he tried he couldn't get her out of his head or mind. He couldn't imagine how it must have felt for her seeing all this in memory of her father and that was something he wanted to ask her. He didn't say anything to her for some time and found himself trying to gather his thoughts. After some time he let out a soft sigh and responded to her. "Yes it's something I have been wanting to do for some time now. Seemed to me this was the best way to give a tribute to your father. "He said to her softly. It was clear that they both had changed a lot over the years. Both in their features and as persons. For some time he didn't say anything to her and simply looked into her eyes before responding to her again. "I have been fine. But I should be asking you that question. How have you been? I can't imagine things have been easy for you. If you need anything you are free to tell me." He said to her softly.

[nessiedotdoc]

Ruby let out a soft sigh, a small, tired smile appearing on her lips. There was something about the way Rory looked at her that made her feel more anchored, more grounded in this world—less lost in the whirlwind of emotions the night had brought. "I... I've been trying, you know?"She ran a hand through her hair, glancing away for a moment before meeting his eyes again. "Some things never really get easier. But I'm here, and that has to mean something, right?" She had barely gotten the chance to say goodbye to her father before a swarm of lawyers demanded she be ready to sign contracts with the label, deal with the estate, the inheritance. It was suffocating. She wrapped her arms around herself for a brief moment, feeling the weight of her memories blending into the present. "Thank you for doing this," her voice came out softer, sincere. "He would have been happy... and so am I." Her eyes scanned his face, as if trying to capture this moment, to hold onto the feeling of being here with him again. She had the urge to hug him, to pretend none of this had happened—as if they could go back in time.

[velvetdesirez]

Rory had been the one who had organised the tribute to the band. Considering the fact that he was and is still a fan of the band. He had listened to almost all of their songs and had never missed a beat. Then again he had a personal stake in this as well. Considering the fact that he used to be involved with the legendary singer's daughter in more ways than most people knew. But that was a story for another time as he found himself going through the place trying to make certain every thing was kept as expected. The last thing he wanted was for anything to be amiss. As he was moving around the place he made his way towards the bar when his eyes suddenly fell on someone he hadn't expected to see here. Then again he should have expected her to come here since this was in her father's memory. With a soft smile on his face he made his way towards her. "Hey. I wasn't expecting to see you here. I am glad you came though. It's good to see you again. " He said to her softly before continuing again. "And I am certain a lot of people would be glad to see you here again. After all you are the legendary jack wood's daughter." He said to her with a soft smile.

[nessiedotdoc]

Rory. Of course. So much made sense as soon as she saw him. She gave a soft smile and hugged him, feeling for a brief moment a relief in finding him there. He still had that familiar way about him, that presence that always made her feel safe even when everything else seemed uncertain. "It's good to see you too, " she murmured, still in the hug, before pulling back slightly. Her eyes scanned his face, noticing small changes since the last time she saw him. It was the same smile, the same intense eyes that always seemed to know more than they let on. And there was a strange comfort in that. Amid a crowded bar full of nostalgic fans and memories that felt too big for her to carry alone, Rory was the only one who truly understood the weight of everything around her. She ran a hand through her hair, letting out a low laugh, staring at the floor for a few seconds. "So, you were the one who organized this? That makes sense. I should've figured." Her eyes wandered to the stage, where the first chords of one of her father's songs echoed throughout the venue. The tightness in her chest hit hard, it was too familiar. She looked back at him, her voice coming out a little softer now. "How have you been? It's been a while since... us"

[rexheroum]

Open Starter To: Anyone, 21+ Context: Enemies to Lovers, but they have an arranged marriage to each other. @indiestarter

“We may not like each other now, let alone love each other, but perhaps we can grow to tolerate each other,” Alastair commented, lifting his tea to his lips with a soft sigh. He didn’t want this anymore than they did, as they’d never gotten along — even when children they bickered and pulled each other’s hair. “We both deserve love matches, but perhaps we can figure something out within our marriage,” he added, meaning they could have paramours.

[nessiedotdoc]

Anna fixed her eyes on the teacup in front of her, Alastair's words reverberating in her mind. She felt a mixture of disdain and resignation, but also a certain frustration. This marriage had trapped her in ways she never could have imagined, and his proposal to open the relationship to others seemed more like a sentence than a solution.

"Perhaps," she began, her voice cold but carrying a hint of hidden pain. "We can 'tolerate' each other, as you put it. But love... is not something either of us can simply have through agreements or compromises. I would prefer not to live in a marriage based solely on convenience." She paused, taking a small breath to compose herself before continuing, briefly averting her gaze from him. She wasn’t seeking affection from anyone else outside of this... union. She had never asked for this marriage, but had ultimately accepted it. "If necessary, we will live in this arrangement, so be it, but I ask that it not be made public."Her voice faltered for a moment. She didn’t love him, but knowing that truly bothered her. She quickly regained her composure, standing tall as she finished her thought. Alastair spoke of marriages based on love as if they were an easy solution. But she still hadn't managed to turn her feelings into a commodity for trade. Her voice faltered for a moment. She didn’t love him, but knowing that truly bothered her. She quickly regained her composure, standing tall as she finished her thought. Alastair spoke of marriages based on love as if they were an easy solution. But she still hadn't managed to turn her feelings into a commodity for trade.

[testdrves]

open to: anyone! muse: lana kimura. f1 driver.

    “ you know who i am? ”

[nessiedotdoc]

"That woman always looks so angry" Mia remarked, her curious eyes fixed on Lana. Rafael sighed deeply, a sense of discomfort taking over him. He glanced down at Mia, still in his arms, feeling the weight of her words. She didn’t fully understand what was happening, but she had a faint impression that this wasn’t a friendly situation, especially with Lana yelling at some random person just a few steps away.

For a moment, Rafael considered approaching, trying to figure out why Lana was so worked up. But before he could act, he remembered something crucial: Lana had no idea who Mia was. She didn’t know he was a father, and she likely never had, just like the rest of the world. Mia had always lived away from the spotlight, and Rafael made sure to keep it that way—away from the critical eyes and the pressure that came with his name.

[nessiedotdoc]

open to: anyone, mutual & non-mutual

muse: ruby wood [bio here] portrayed by daisy edgar-jones

plot: Years after her father's death, a legendary 90s rock musician, Ruby Wood hesitates to revisit his legacy, but something compels her to attend a tribute to his band. In the crowded bar filled with nostalgic fans, between memories and songs that defined a generation, she ends up meeting Y/M. You can be a longtime friend, an ex-something, or just a huge fan.

Ruby didn’t really know why she had decided to go to the show. She usually avoided any event that involved her father’s name—not out of a lack of affection, but because the feeling of being "Jack Wood’s daughter" never left her alone. But for some reason, when she saw the poster announcing a special tribute to The Wild Hearts, his band, something inside her told her she should go.

The small bar was packed with nostalgic fans. Most of them probably weren’t even old enough to have lived through the band's peak, but there were people who had grown up listening to those songs, who talked about how the '90s were the golden age of music, who shared stories about how those records had changed their lives. Ruby ordered a drink and leaned against the bar, watching the cover band take the stage.

@indiestarter

[doubtfulheart]

    ❝    yes, and no? i think so-    ❞    she hates to think that her roommate would put her in this position... she thought they were starting to really be friends. but maybe it wasn't her fault- maybe just. the boyfriend? she's not sure...    ❝    i didn't kiss him- i didn't do... well- anything with him. either of them!    ❞    she protests, shaking her head. serena's not in the habit of getting involved with a guy quickly. past issues and all...    ❝    well... god i hope not.    ❞    is her final answer regarding the idea of there being pictures. she doesn't want a scandal.    ❝    i'm sorry- i was supposed to be an easy client. i mean- i'm just a figure skater...    ❞    

[nessiedotdoc]

Mary takes a deep breath, feeling Serena’s tension, but at the same time, wanting to offer the calm that the younger girl needs. She moves a little closer, trying to ease the atmosphere.

— Look, Serena... — she starts in a calm, softer tone than usual, as if trying to convey reassurance. — I know you're feeling pressured right now, but honestly, this kind of thing happens all the time, especially in college. Things get complicated, feelings get mixed up, and sometimes people aren't honest, and you can't control everything all the time. And I also know you didn’t do anything wrong. I might not know you that well, but I know you have a good heart, and you wouldn’t get involved with someone like that, much less cause any trouble. — Abrams gives a calm smile, almost as if she’s trying to transfer all the confidence Serena needs in that moment. She felt her friend had a good heart, and that made her want to protect her even more.

— As for the pictures... — Mary shakes her head slightly. — We still don’t know if they even exist, so let’s take a deep breath and think this through. If there are pictures, I’ll handle it. That’s my job.

She gives a light laugh, trying to ease the situation. — And about you being an 'easy client'... — Mary gestures to brush off the comment. — You don’t have to fit into a 'easy client' stereotype for us to have a good relationship. You’re young, and I know you’d never do anything to harm yourself. — She places a hand on Serena's shoulder, giving her a soft squeeze as a sign of support. — I’m here to help you, and we’ll figure this out. Everything’s going to be fine, I promise. We’ll solve this together. Do you have the names of the people involved so I can look into it?

[poeticfades]

Calliope had been wrapped in her own mind, twisting and turning with the thoughts of what could be and what couldn't. She knew that she was hurting him, she hated that. All her life she was alone — she couldn't remember an instance where she felt like she had support ( other than her journal and her guitar ). Her heart couldn't handle meeting his gaze, to see the hurt in his eyes. Her own batted away tears, trying not to overcome with her self destruction. "I'm scared of the truth. I'm scared of letting you in and destroying what could be. I've never felt so strongly about something and it's scaring me." Her voice was soft, her fingers fiddling with the hem of her shirt.

[nessiedotdoc]

Luke took another step toward Calliope, his gaze fixed on her, trying to grasp everything she so deliberately hid. His voice came out as a whisper, almost a sigh. “I know you’re scared. I see it in you, in the way you shut yourself off, as if keeping everything locked inside could make it disappear. But Calliope…” He paused, the ache in his chest almost suffocating. “I’m here. I always have been. I won’t walk away because of the truth or because of whatever it is you’re afraid to tell me. No matter how much it hurts, what hurts more is this distance between us, this silence…”

He took a deep breath, searching for strength in words he didn’t want to say but knew he needed to. “I know you, I know how hard this is, but I want to hear you. I want to understand what’s behind this fear because I’m willing to face everything with you. Whatever you have to say will give me the chance to truly be there for you. It’s about being honest, about not hiding what we feel—no matter what it is.”

[wickcdmindz]

"hm....no, that doesn't seem like a good enough excuse. i'm convinced you sneak into my house while i'm sleeping. maybe climb into my bed and pretend you're my cozy little wife nuzzled in my arms?" she stayed. that meant levi was doing his job--and hopefully securing plans for the rest of his day. the seemed like a better way to spend the day than his original goal of terrorizing the fucking ducks at the park two miles away.

"i have 'spill magnet' energy? is that your way of telling me that things just get wet when i'm around?"

[nessiedotdoc]

Charlotte narrowed her eyes, skeptical, but unable to hold back the short, cynical laugh that escaped. "Do you really think anyone would willingly break into your house? Interesting. Almost as interesting as your disturbing little fantasy of thinking I’d ever end up in bed with you. You know what? If I ever wake up in your bed, you can be sure I’ll be in desperate need of an exorcism." She crossed her arms, leaning back slightly as if trying to create more distance between them. "Oh, how dreadful," she continued, feigning dramatics. "Do you really want me to explain the concept of a 'spill magnet' to you? Or have you already gone too far into your own pathetic double entendre to turn back?" She shook her head, as if she genuinely pitied him. "I wonder how you manage to survive with that absurd amount of unjustified confidence. Must be exhausting."

[wickcdmindz]

"and how would you know that i own white pants? you stalkin' me? a little creepy, to be honest." did you swipe my house key to clone it when i wasn't looking?" levi shook his head once she delivered her 'exit' line. match his energy like that and then walk off into the sunset? no, that didn't work for him. "no, no, we're not done with this. you look too peaceful. i only want disturbance in your life."

[nessiedotdoc]

Charlotte stopped in her tracks, turning half-a-dozen slow degrees to look at him, her face flicking between disbelief and no-less-reluctant mirth. “Stalking you? Please, don’t kid yourself. If, God forbid, I had your house’s skeleton key, I would purposely lose it. And about the white pants, let’s just say you have very ‘spill magnet’ energy.”

[angelxrp]

Saying she didn't expect to see him there was an understatement. "Small world," She repeated. "I had no idea you were friends," She didn't record any mention of his name before, although considering her bad memory, it could have happened. "So... Hm... I’m sorry about last night. We passed out and I wasn’t sure if I should stay the night. It couldn’t be awkward in the morning if I wasn’t supposed to be there and I didn’t want to be a bother to you, so I just left. I don’t want you to think I didn’t enjoy our night, I did. It was great. I mean, great doesn’t even come close to defining it, but,” Hailey rambled, trying to explain herself. “Sorry, I talk too much.” There she was making a fool of herself in front of Rafael.

[nessiedotdoc]

Let out a low chuckle, crossing his arms as he looked at her. It was obvious she was nervous, and he couldn’t help but find the situation amusing with how things had played out. "Relax. I have a lot of friends, its part of my work and you’re not to blame for anything. Things happen, and honestly, I only have good memories of you. So, if you were worried about what I might be thinking, you can let that go."

Rafael took a small step to the side, closing the distance between them just a little, but not in a way that felt intrusive. "But seriously, Hailey, you don’t need to apologize. I survived. And while I’m not usually one to believe in fate, I don’t think us running into each other again like this is just a coincidence. So... can I at least get your number this time?"

He flashed a wide, carefree smile. He only had a few days left in town before traveling for work again, and at the very least, he wanted to stay in touch with her.

[wickcdmindz]

open to all genders muse: levi

"i just met you and i already hate you. in fact, i'd go so far as to say i hope you get a stalker and your snap location is on. i hope your steering wheel locks on the curb and hits a pole. i hope your cat throws up all over the your house every day, but they're perfectly healthy. but that vet bill still takes the next paycheck and a half from you."

[nessiedotdoc]

Charlotte took a deep breath, crossing her arms as she stared at the man. She wasn’t one to snap back with sharp words, but he had managed to awaken something in her. “You know, I’ve only known you for two days, and I already hope your coffee spills all over your white pants, and you have to walk around with the stain all day. And your car? I hope it breaks down in the middle of the road, and the tow truck takes hours to show up. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have to pick up my dog from the vet.”

[poeticfades]

open to: anyone! oc, canon & crossover friendly muse: calliope martin, test muse / in development. singer / song-writer plot idea: she could've written a song about the other about how she feels, but has been lying to them about it @indiestarter

"I'm so scared of my guitar 'cause it cuts right through to the heart." Calliope paused as she turned her face away from the other. "I can't lie to it the same way that I lie to you."

[nessiedotdoc]

Luke sighed as he looked at the blonde who seemed so fragile in front of him. He crossed his arms, trying not to let the lump in his throat show. “Calliope…” he began, his voice heavy with hesitation, as if he were stepping into a minefield. “Do you think lying to me protects you from something? Because all it does is create a chasm between us.” He took a few steps toward her but stopped, respecting the space she so clearly needed. “I know you feel it. Maybe it’s fear, or guilt, or something else you can’t put into words... and that’s okay. But this distance... this wall... it’s killing me more than any truth you think I can’t handle.” Luke took a deep breath, his eyes searching for hers, even though she refused to meet his gaze. “You say you can’t lie to your guitar... so don’t lie to me either. I want to hear the truth, Calliope, whatever it is. Even if it hurts. I’m not here just for the pretty parts.”