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they say she was born from the sea. and she's just as lonely and just as willing to swallow the world  –  a.h.

[odetteruiz]

JACK DETLER   –   cloudedwrath‌.

       ‘   and what is his type ?   ’ he shoots back, the jovial smile ebbing into mischief as he leans forward with perked brows. his spoon scrapes tirelessly against the side of the container, the last of the ice cream curling up against his spoon, acting as a brief reprieve before his next onslaught of menial banter surfaces. ‘   i’ll have you know i’m six on a good one. but i always say five-eleven. keeps me humble.    ’ the spoon’s barely out of his mouth before he’s speaking again, add-on’s never ending, a trail of thoughts that never peters out. ‘   yep. that’s what made kai fall in love with me. my modesty.   ’ it’s accompanied by an idle shrug and a swipe of his lips, a sweet-tooth never satiated, seeking solace in the saccharine ; with the fanciful visions of romance and sugary treats. 

      odette is daft   –   but she’s not stupid, and certainly not blind. there’s   SOMETHING   :   or at least there used to be, between them. now, though, it was different. and though she could speak of assumed types and preferences, venturing into the concept would dig up emotions of what she knows and what she doesn’t want to. so she doesn’t.  “   women.   ”   odette settles.   “   and you know,   ”   a  once - over  is given, brim of bottle brought to full lips.   “   up until about five minutes ago, i thought that was yours, too.   ”   both brow and lip quirked, and she refrains from speaking the whole truth. odette had  never  been convinced the type mentioned was jack’s one and only, though it’s a fact that works against the quip made.

[odetteruiz]

EMMA PHILLIPS   –   distantstars‌.

Emma’s not a fighter, plain and simple. She adopted the same virtues of helping others and ‘sharing is caring’ that she taught to pre-schoolers — she figured more ADULTS needed to take them into account. Smiling and hugging and warm greetings: those were what made sense, not possessing the knowledge of how to throw a solid punch. BUT YET, Odette made some sense that Emma was essentially indefensible. Long limbs wouldn’t help her if she didn’t know where to swing them, and she wasn’t certain that polite conversation and 911 on speed-dial would do much to shield her from becoming the first victim of the next Ted Bundy. Odette moves her body for her, but she hangs on to each word still, nodding after every command. Punch with the middle fingers, curve it, go for softer parts of the face. She swings lamely forward, arm not extended fully, hitting nothing but air. It’s rather OBVIOUSLY not out of a lack of comprehension of the instruction — Emma could perhaps be a little ditzy or naive, but she wasn’t a complete idiot — but lack of certainty in what exactly she was supposed to be aiming for. “ Get a … pillow or something from the couch and hold it up so I can hit something, ” She says, motioning with the hand not still wrapped in the fist of Odette’s curation. “ It’ll be like one of those karate boards, but I won’t break my hand. ”

     odette stifles a laugh, though she doesn’t   BUDGE   –   instead she stays   put   :   preparing herself for a blow that’s bound to either disappoint or never arrive.   “   i’m not letting you hit me, emma.   ”   she clarifies, hands on hips and brown eyes studying her friend’s stance. GOOD ENOUGH.   “   gonna show you how to block.   ”   the brunette goes on, refraining from going into  DETAILS  on the how’s and why’s. it was easier that way   –   to demonstrate one on one. surely they ought to be SOBER, be wearing some form of protection while they’re at it, though that wasn’t the way she learned and it won’t be the way emma does, either.   “   so… swing.   ”

[odetteruiz]

EMMA PHILLIPS  –  distantstars‌.

Emma, for lack of a kinder word, was a KLUTZ. She’d never succeeded in sports — though in FAIRNESS, the most she’d ever attempted was gym class, unable to climb the rope provided and smacked in the face with a dodgeball — and her only occasional exercise was a hike, which she attributed her taste for mostly to the fresh air and the appearance of an occasional bunny rabbit. She tripped over her own two feet more often than not, and she was grateful for lanky stature, because high-heeled shoes were a rarity in her closet. So at the prospect of Odette possibly teaching her anything remotely aggressive, she balks. And with surprise taking over, she can’t help but laugh. “ You’re — you’re joking, right? PLEASE tell me you’re joking. ” She stares at Odette through wide eyes, laugher ceasing as she realises the older is still standing, and expecting Emma to follow her command. Shit. Wordlessly, she pushes back her chair, stands and tentatively makes a fist, thumb tucked inside. 

    context barely keeps her  AMUSEMENT  in check, the sight of a folded thumb and a weak stance the catalysts to a growing smile. she needed to take it  SERIOUSLY   –   despite a buzz, and despite the comedic attributes of the situation.   “   hold your thumb like that and you’ll break it.   ”   she warns.   “   here.   ”   emma’s hand is grabbed, odette unclenching the first and re - doing it according to script.   “    turn to the side,   ”   she instructs, circling the brunette.  “   left hip in front of the right, one foot in front of the other.   ”    and with hands on her friend’s hips, she twists them for her. closeness goes ignored in favor of the  LESSSON,  odette herself not particularly bothered. regaining her grip of emma’s wrist, she continues.   “   you wanna punch with these two, okay.   ”   she points to the middle of her first, the knuckles of her index and middle fingers.   “   bend your wrist down, too. packs it better.   ”   there’s no need for the vocal tutorial, really, not with odette altering emma’s every move, but she continues   –   skimming over the part where a linear wrist had the possibility of breaking, as well.   “   don’t go straight on,  CURVE  it   –   and aim for the soft spots. nose, jaw, chin, temple…   ”   beat.   “   bend and tuck.   ”   final adjustments of moving her arms closer to her chest made, and odette steps away.   “   then you swing. quick, full force.   ”   standing in front of her now, she admires her handiwork. not half bad, but far from perfect.   “   GO AHEAD.   ”

[watson-emma]

[odetteruiz]

STARTER FOR AVA RUIZ ( @idlesuns )! 

     USUALLY LENIENT, but not tonight, odette lets out an exasperated sigh as her daughter whines. though she never had a  CURFEW  herself, one was promptly instated when ava reached the right age, and it remained the same to this day. maybe extending an hour, or two, when deemed appropriate, but never going  TOO FAR BEYOND  what was initially decided. ELEVEN PM. on the dot. you text, you call  –  if you need a ride, you contact kai. NO EXCEPTIONS.  “  ruining your life has always been my favorite thing to do.  ”  odette shoots back to an argumentative teen, her tone nothing short of mocking. 

[lucifergifs]

[odetteruiz]

lucifer-gifs‌:

Do you think I’m crazy? No. It’s definitely a lot to process… but no, Ella, I don’t think you’re crazy.

[odetteruiz]

EMMA PHILLIPS  –  distantstars‌.

DESPITE HER WORRIES on how exactly Odette knows anything about the accessibility of chloroform, part of her has to admit that her friend is right. Perhaps the particular brand of naivety Emma brandished — knowing about everything bad in the world and electing to ignore it — didn’t work as well as she could hope. No amount of GOOD SAMARITAN virtue and positive thinking could save the world, not anymore than faith & trust & pixie dust. Even though she hesitated to admit to the other how much she believed that those were good things. “ OKAY! Okay. I’ll buy Mace or something. And no more pro-bono late night driving. ” Though she could sense there was something off-kilter about the conversation, the seriousness it had adopted, there was no semblance of a clue about what. Emma had grown up quickly — but quickly for suburban Missouri. The type of quickly where she made dinner every night ( albeit BURNT ) and drove to work shifts until eleven pm after school, where she placed bandaids on scraped knees and helped with math homework while her mom slept all day long. She had little knowledge outside of the safe haven she’d always been in — self-sufficiency without a threat of danger. But the idea of her having any sort street smarts were null and void. “ I’m not as useless as you might think, ” Emma objected, scooping folded slice back up to take another bite. “ I know to go for the eyes. Or punch them in the nose, like a shark. ”

     satisfied with her contribution, odette falls back against the dining chair. she might not be the  GO-TO  for advice on the romantic, the platonic, the financial, and the list goes on and on and on… but this–THE VIOLENT–she had down to a T. never much for sports, odette’s physicality was directly derived from outrunning lifted tourists and the occasional officer  (  more than occasional.  )  she didn’t go to soccer practices and she didn’t take lessons in ballet, she was a product of her environment  –  the bad, the good, but ultimately the violence benefited her in more ways than kicking a ball around ever could. she laughs, at the image of emma fighting anyone–as most did odette in her youth, scrawny and built like a pole–but it wasn’t so funny in the context it could be given, so she rises from her chair.  “  stand up,  ”  she orders, late-night dinner forgotten, and greasy hands wiped against jeans.  “  and make a fist.  ”

[hamsterfactor]

[odetteruiz]

JACK DETLER  –  cloudedwrath‌.

       he plucks the ice cream out of her grasp, before hopping up onto the kitchen island, the very same that sends two beer caps flying to the floor with a PLINK. he’d throw his arms up in surrender but she’ll just have to settle for him nodding along to her quip, hard to disprove when he’s got quite the track record for reading into things that aren’t there. forever lost to a fairytale land of romances and one too many proposal compilation videos on youtube, it makes a martyr out of him, resigned to singledom in spite of an unfailing want for family, though god, he’d settle for a warm body or even a hand to hold. the lid of the tub is tossed to the side and he digs the spoon as deep as he can, greedy with anticipation. ‘   that’s good. that it’s all hypothetical i mean … because i have something to tell you.   ’ he holds up a finger, enunciating the pause as he shovels the spoonful of ice cream into his mouth, completely forgetting that this is meant to be a set-up to a moment. his tongue swipes over his lips before he says, ‘  it’s kai. we were going to elope, but now that you know, i would be HONOURED if you’d be my maid of honour.   ’ a taunting, honeyed smile coats his lips, dimples deep saucers as sickly sweet as the ice cream he’s still going at. ‘   you can rest easy knowing there’ll be someone to identify his penis if, god forbid, my love were to ever get in an accident.   ’

     the topic should be redrafted  –  blindly picked from another bowl, paper notes of  SUGGESTIONS  not relating to the man in question, but it isn’t. she made an attempt, however futile, and still they wound up back to square one. beer bottle acts the barrier to growing amusement, though in the end, all he’s given is a suppressed grin.  “  that’s funny ! almost bought it, too… s’just one, tiny little problem, det.  ”  she starts, hauling herself up on the kitchen counter on his opposite.  “  you’re not his type.  ”  truth be told, the type spoken of was one she failed to  ACKNOWLEDGE  –  or rather refused to.  “  would look pretty funny, too, yeah ?  ”  odette goes on, another sip of her beer as she participates in a game of make-believe.  “  you’re what,  –  five ten, eleven on a good one ?  ”  

[melissa-benoists]

[odetteruiz]

swanslakes‌:

It’s magical!

[odetteruiz]

❖ do you love kai?

“  –  … y - yeah, of course i do. he’s my best friend.

[odetteruiz]

❖ nah u right, jack slow as hell. emma and kai? or u not willing to share ur boy toy?

“  –  so what if i’m not?

[odetteruiz]

❖ threesome with emma and jack?

“  –  i don’t think he’d be able to keep up, so… it’s a NO from me.

[odetteruiz]

❖ if you had to make the choice of ava knowing who her father really was and what happened, or her leaving black spring to find out by herself and dying because of the curse without knowing ... which would be a less cruel fate?

“  –  would i rather my daughter be dead than alive,  –  that’s what you’re asking me? yeah, it’d suck… it would be AWFUL for her, but it wouldn’t come close to living it. she’d survive.

[odetteruiz]

[ symbol ] who wld be in ur ideal threesome

“  –  dead or alive? heath ledger, and if i could avoid all the post-fucking weirdness… emma. if not,  –  i always had a thing for ryan phillippe. 

[odetteruiz]

❖ odette ... you can't run away from your feelings forever, you know. at some point, you have to look at kai and decide: do i want him to be happy with me, or without me? because he's miserable in between. you are too. don't hold him or yourself back.

“  –  i’m not RUNNING anywhere. staying put, right here. thanks, dr. phil, but i think we’re both doing just fine. 

[odetteruiz]

[ symbol ] wld u ever fuck jack ;))))))))))))))))))

“  –  not unless i was very, very  –  very drunk.