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𝒽𝒶𝓁𝓁𝑒 𝒻𝓉 𝓍𝒶𝓋𝒾𝑒𝓇 !

“i think that’s a yes,” he muses with a laugh, eyes falling on her features for much longer than anticipated. it’s these tiny moments that make his heart thud steadily against his chest. xavier leans into the push, fingers resting gently around her forearm for only a moment. “is that so?” he scoffs playfully. “sounds like you’re too chicken to do anything about it right now,” he counters with a devilish grin.

“ i’ll never tell. ” she smiles softly with raised brows , though it’s clear that the answer is indeed yes just from her tone . “ i’m not chicken. ” she scoffs , “ i was aiming for a sneak attack , but ... ” her finger darts back into the paint as she lifts onto her tip-toes , a hurried smiley face now etching onto xavier’s cheek . it’s certainly less rude than she’d planned , but it does the job . “ you’re going to look like a coloring book if you don’t give in soon. ”

#this is trash but ur gal is sick n she TRIED #◜ * 𝒽𝒶𝓁𝓁𝑒 𝒶𝒹𝒹𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓉𝑜𝓃 ╱ 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒔 . ◞

𝒽𝒶𝓁𝓁𝑒 𝒻𝓉 𝓍𝒶𝓋𝒾𝑒𝓇 !

“you may be one of the few that know i have a soft side, so keep that a secret,” he points out with a chuckle. it’s meant to be a joke, but all jokes have a bit of truth to them. xavier had retained the miscreant label practically since elementary school. he watches as the blue droplets hit the canvas. he pretends to inspect the work, chin resting in the groove between his pointer finger and thumb. he finally turns towards the brunette. “hm, i’d give it a seven out of ten,” he teases. as the warmed paint smudges against his skin, xavier lets out a laugh. “was that your cute little way of telling me you like my eyes?” he questions with a raise of his brow, fingertip dipping into the red paint before he places a dot on her nose. “looks like christmas came early, rudolph.”

“ maybe , maybe not . ” halle tries and fails to conceal her smile that’s a little more bashful than she’d like to admit , eyes lingering over his features for beat longer than necessary . the poke to her nose pulls her from her thoughts , the girl almost going crossed-eyed in order to look at her newly red nose . “ you’re unbelievable . ” she giggles , giving him a light push . “ you better sleep with one eye open tonight , colbert . ” she gives him a warning glance , a mischievous smirk on her lips . “ i’m really good at revenge . i think a nice pair of whiskers or something phallic printed on your forehead would look particularly good . ”

#◜ * 𝒽𝒶𝓁𝓁𝑒 𝒶𝒹𝒹𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓉𝑜𝓃 ╱ 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒔 . ◞

𝒽𝒶𝓁𝓁𝑒 𝒻𝓉 𝓍𝒶𝓋𝒾𝑒𝓇 !

“fair enough,” he shrugs with a small smile. xavier knows what it’s like to draw something personal, and the last thing he wants to do is pry. coping with emotions isn’t something he had learned to do as a child. now, it all goes into his art. “i’m glad you like messy because i’m as messy as it gets,” he jests with a laugh. “inner turmoil?” he repeats. “hm, well i like the symbolic touch. but i’m more of a rebel without a cause.” except he knows it’s not entirely true. the splatter of the paint is cathartic. the canvas set up across from them is already marked with a graphite sketch of the boy. it’s meant to be his self expression piece, and now it’s really going to mean something. “try not to get too paint happy. this piece is my final project,” he teases with a devilish grin. “is that a challenge?” he questions with a raise of his brow, paintbrush already dipping into the red paint. he pushes the brush forward, red speckles adorning the canvas. “let’s see what you’ve got,” he counters, motioning towards the piece.

“ so badass . ” halle playfully swoons with a teasing grin . she watches him as he splatters the paint , pursing her lips as it comes to her turn . “ okay , i see you . ” she grins , taking her own brush and dipping it into the blue paint . she takes her time to size up the canvas for dramatic effect , holding her brush almost like a baseball bat as she takes a precise swing - little splatters of paint arching across the canvas diagonally . “ now you’ve got to admit that was smooth . ” she glances up at xavier with a smug expression , noticing a little smudge of paint on the tip of her thumb that she reaches to swipe on his cheek . “ aw , really brings out your eyes ! ” the comment has an airy tone , but the little contact is enough to spark her thudding heart .

#◜ * 𝒽𝒶𝓁𝓁𝑒 𝒶𝒹𝒹𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓉𝑜𝓃 ╱ 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒔 . ◞

𝒽𝒶𝓁𝓁𝑒 𝒻𝓉 𝓍𝒶𝓋𝒾𝑒𝓇 !

the night’s growing more ominous with every passing flash of light and thundering outside the school. maybe that’s why he’s a little too jumpy at the slightest noise. “yeah, sorry,” he chuckles, “i just figured no one else would be here.” xavier’s plans aren’t exactly innocent by any means. he plans to make art, but not in the conventional way. “lucky me,” he muses, fingertips unscrewing the caps on the jugs. peering over at the girl, he motions towards the scrapped paper. “what were you working on?” he shrugs, eyes flickering towards the paint. “i’m not allowed to splatter paint for my pieces during class…so, i thought i might as well do what i want while no one is here.” he can’t help but flash a devilish grin. “wanna join?”

she shrugs off his question with a crinkle of her nose , “ oh , nothing . just a doodle - nothing special . ” she pushes it aside with a sheepish smile , shuffling where she’s sat to sit cross-legged . halle wasn’t one for verbally expressing her emotions , instead preferring to sketch them out and toss them aside where they could then be forgotten . it wasn’t something she was eager to reveal to another , even if that was xavier . “ sounds messy . i like it . ” she nods with a mischievous smirk . “ is that supposed to symbolize some kind of inner turmoil ? or do you just like to cause havoc ? ” she quirked a brow . “ let’s see what you’ve got . ”

#◜ * 𝒽𝒶𝓁𝓁𝑒 𝒶𝒹𝒹𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓉𝑜𝓃 ╱ 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒔 . ◞

❛ ⋆ ․˙✰ 𝖙𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖋𝖊𝖊𝖉 ╱ halle .

@halle666: @reaganvb being so insufferable we all slowly spiral to our own demise? lol

@reaganvb: @halle666 i think as long as we aren't faced with amateur art that's actually painful to the eyes, disguised as something actually worthy ... we'll all make it thru :))

@halle666: @reaganvb: wow , i clearly hit a soft spot huh ? a ' like your face ' joke would be so fitting right now but i don't dig that low .

#◜ * 𝒽𝒶𝓁𝓁𝑒 𝒶𝒹𝒹𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓉𝑜𝓃 ╱ 𝒕𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒔 . ◞#me chanting : fight fight fight !

❛ ⋆ ․˙✰ 𝖙𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖋𝖊𝖊𝖉 ╱ halle .

@reaganvb: ... i can't believe we're actually locked inside the school during this storm

@reaganvb: ... with no actual adults

@reaganvb: this literally feels like the purge. i already know my first crime 😇

@halle666: @reaganvb being so insufferable we all slowly spiral to our own demise? lol

#adds lol to make it sound like a joke when shes being srs #KSKSKS #◜ * 𝒽𝒶𝓁𝓁𝑒 𝒶𝒹𝒹𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓉𝑜𝓃 ╱ 𝒕𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒔 . ◞

𝒽𝒶𝓁𝓁𝑒 𝒻𝓉 𝓍𝒶𝓋𝒾𝑒𝓇 !

as much as xavier wants to stir trouble, a part of him is drawn to the art room. the thundering of the storm outside only sparks a creative muse rather than a destructive one. luckily enough, the door is left unlocked ( along with all the paint and art supplies ). grabbing a few jugs of vibrant colors, xav nearly jumps at the sound of another in the room. “shit,” he breathes, “you scared me.” eyes finally reach the figure, and a smile begins to form. “looks like we had the same idea.” // @ofhalle

as much as halle hates to admit it to herself , and would NEVER disclose to anybody else , thunderstorms have always freaked her out . as the weather took a turn for the worse she’d been eager to seek a distraction , and eventually found herself alone in her usual hangout . she's been absent-mindedly doodling for quite some time now , pencil etching out the beginnings of a figure , and didn’t really notice somebody enter the room until the profanity leaves his lips . she startles a little , but once she realises it's just xavier her deer-caught-in-the-headlights expression fades and is replaced with a smile . “ hey , i’m not the one silently creeping up on you . ” she raises a brow accusingly , before her eyes trail down to the supplies in his arms “ looks like it . i suppose i wouldn’t mind you joining me ... ” she debates playfully , though xavier being there is already putting her more at ease . she scraps what she had been working on - as territorial as ever of her more personal musings - and beckons him over . “ what were you thinking of doing ? ” she questions , nodding to the paints he’s holding .

#◜ * 𝒽𝒶𝓁𝓁𝑒 𝒶𝒹𝒹𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓉𝑜𝓃 ╱ 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒔 . ◞

𝒽𝒶𝓁𝓁𝑒 𝒻𝓉 𝓍𝒶𝓋𝒾𝑒𝓇 !

“you know i’ll be there when it happens,” he affirms with an assuring smile. xavier knew the minute he first saw her work that halle was going to be in shows just like this. it was just a matter of time. “maybe you could even name a piece after me,” he jokingly offers with a chuckle. “just you,” he repeats, eyes averting back to the canvas. he means it, too. xavier leans into her touch, moving slowly in the direction that she pulls him towards. “sounds good to me.” though, he’d rather sit and stare at this once piece ( something he had done before she arrived ). the moment dissipates, however, and the proximity between the two is lost.

she smiles bashfully , his belief in her momentarily pushing some of her own self doubts aside . " you’d make a good muse . your facial structure ? impeccable . ” she playfully sizes him up with a small smirk ( he doesn’t need to know that some of her more private doodles already hold some resemblance to him ) . the light touch of her fingertips lingers a little longer than necessary , and she finds herself almost reluctant to break the contact as they start walking . her eyes politely scan over the art , but it’s mostly for show - usually she has a tendency for falling into some kind of trance when in a gallery , spending hours roaming the room and scrutinising the works , but her brain is pathetically distracted by the presence of xavier . there’s a bench placed towards the middle of the room that she perches on , giving them a good view of the pieces . “ you know , i’m really glad you invited me . i’m so used to doing this kinda thing alone . ” halle isn’t known for being the softest of people - in fact , she’s always verged towards being stoical . she rarely lets her feelings show , practically never allows herself to be sappy , but in this moment she’s willing to try if it means xavier understands that the gesture is appreciated .

#◜ * 𝒽𝒶𝓁𝓁𝑒 𝒶𝒹𝒹𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓉𝑜𝓃 ╱ 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒔 . ◞

𝒽𝒶𝓁𝓁𝑒 𝒻𝓉 𝓍𝒶𝓋𝒾𝑒𝓇 !

xavier’s rarely this forward with what he’s thinking when it comes to something so intimate. “i thought you’d might like it,” he muses, admiring the piece once more. his eyes flitter towards the girl, a smile tugging at his lips. “yeah…i mean, you have similar styles,” he tries to explain, but the words come out meaning something different than he intends. what he means is that the piece reminds him of a feeling he has for her. as the two stand in front of the art, he can feel her body nudge him and their fingertips graze slightly. her final words cause a scoff to leave his lips, a hand instinctively carding through his hair. “i don’t invite just anyone to things like this.”

there’s a moment where halle feels like she could just stand like this for hours , where she could easily just let her head rest against xavier’s shoulder and submerge herself entirely into the feelings and thoughts floating around inside her - but the voice in the back of her head refuses to allow her to let her guard down completely . “ i kinda see that . ” she nods with a soft hum , “ maybe one day i’ll have my own stuff in a show like this , and i’ll force you to come along , and we can stand and look at it just like this . ” she feels a little ridiculous saying it out loud - sure , she adores her art and she’s proud of what she creates but she’s always been scared that all it’s ever destined to be is a hobby ; that when she’s older all her hard work will only exist in boxes in the attic . there's nothing else she can picture for herself but this ; yet it still seemed so out of reach . “ just me ? ” she questions , but it sounds all too vulnerable , “ i’m honored to make the cut . ” she decidedly adds after a beat , finally taking a step away from xavier . instead her fingers graze his bicep in a light tug , “ we should probably look around some more . ”

#◜ * 𝒽𝒶𝓁𝓁𝑒 𝒶𝒹𝒹𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓉𝑜𝓃 ╱ 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒔 . ◞#i love dying & being dead !

𝒽𝒶𝓁𝓁𝑒 𝒻𝓉 𝓍𝒶𝓋𝒾𝑒𝓇 !

xavier started drawing when he was in elementary school. it started as phallic forms of vandalism on the bathroom stall, but he soon realized he was actually good at it. graphite sketches and street art became his most common mediums. he even keeps a sketchbook ( containing a few sketches of the girl ) hidden in his desk now. he smiles at her reaction. “cool,” he breathes, trying to remain as nonchalant about the whole offer as they enter the building. it was easy to become engulfed in the art, which is why he doesn’t mind when halle goes ahead. this was one of the few things in the word that quieted his mind. he laughs at her question, a shake of his head following shortly after. “as funny as that would be, no,” he affirms. xavier cocks his head towards the adjacent room. “it’s in here.” within moments, the two are in front of a rather large piece.

halle follows him into the other room , tearing her gaze from him to look up at the art work hung on the wall . she’s almost breathless for a moment as she takes it all in , every minor detail captivating her attention . “ it’s beautiful . ” she sighs softly , gaze practically glued to the piece before she eventually manages to break it , chin tilting to look at xavier instead . “ this reminds you of me ? ” her lips curve into a delicate smile as she nudges against him lightly , her body language saying what she’s too cautious of actually saying . “ i bet you tell all the girls that . ” she teases quietly , her smirk a disguise for how heavily she can feel her heart beating .

#◜ * 𝒽𝒶𝓁𝓁𝑒 𝒶𝒹𝒹𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓉𝑜𝓃 ╱ 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒔 . ◞#IM :')

◜ * 𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐊 𝐎𝐍𝐄 ╱ 𝓈𝓅𝑜𝓉𝒾𝒻𝓎 𝓅𝓁𝒶𝓎𝓁𝒾𝓈𝓉 . ◞

➷ 1 / ? ╱ 𝒎𝒖𝒔𝒊𝒄 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 & 𝒅𝒂𝒚 𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈 .

#entitledtask01.#my muse ? flowing #these edits ? questionable #but we love an indie b*tch 😜

𝒽𝒶𝓁𝓁𝑒 𝒻𝓉 𝓍𝒶𝓋𝒾𝑒𝓇 !

xavier debated inviting the girl for over twenty minutes, which was something he’d never admit to. rarely did he ever get nervous or worked up over a girl. maybe it was his desire to impress her, get halle to like him. they were very similar, after all. nevertheless, she was the superior artist in his eyes, and xav craved approval. as the brunette arrived, he could feel his heart pounding in his chest ── a smile forming upon his lips at her greeting. “hey,” he crosses his arms instinctively, “yeah, totally. there’s this once piece i saw…it reminded me of you. wanna check it out?”

halle’s usually indecipherable features soften at his words . she hasn’t even seen the piece in question yet , but she can’t help the way her heart leaps at the idea of art inspiring an image of herself in somebody’s mind . she’s conscious of over-reacting , though she’s sure her smile is probably an obvious reflection of her feelings . “ really ? yeah , of course i do . ” she’s like a kid in a candy shop as she enters the building , her focus shifting around her surroundings with keen interest for a brief moment before realising she’s allowed xavier to trail behind a little . she comes to a halt to allow him to come closer , “ if it’s something horrible like - i don’t know - a fucking demonic creature or something , i’m going to be so disappointed . ” she shoots him a playful yet cautionary glance , brows furrowed in a semblance of petulance .

#◜ * 𝒽𝒶𝓁𝓁𝑒 𝒶𝒹𝒹𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓉𝑜𝓃 ╱ 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒔 . ◞

ofhalle-blog

◜ 👻 * 𝒔𝒏𝒂𝒑𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒇𝒕 ╱ 𝓼𝓴𝔂𝓵𝓪𝓻 . ◞

ofhalle-blog

𝓈𝓀𝓎𝓁𝒶𝓇 : shit . you’re in fucking deep . are you sober ? bc … we gotta get you drunk

𝓈𝓀𝓎𝓁𝒶𝓇 : i can’t believe you let it get that far ; )

𝒽𝒶𝓁𝓁𝑒 : terribly sober . i can’t actually remember the last time i got drunk and ? i think i’m due some messiness .

𝒽𝒶𝓁𝓁𝑒 : so if ur up for it ... 😈

#◜ * 𝒽𝒶𝓁𝓁𝑒 𝒶𝒹𝒹𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓉𝑜𝓃 ╱ 𝒔𝒏𝒂𝒑𝒔 . ◞#hellish halle has been born #also i only just saw this when i was scrolling through my posts ???#tumblrs activity bar is bs

𝒽𝒶𝓁𝓁𝑒 𝒻𝓉 𝒹𝓇𝑒𝓌 !

the sound of the girl’s voice from beside him is all it took to divert his attention from his locker. despite the limited interactions between the two, her voice was easily discernible and drew knew without having to look that is was halle. the grin came easily once he caught sight of the brunette that he had found his mind constantly wandering to ever since the adoption event. “ look at that, i was just thinking about you and here you are ” he teased lightly, “ wander if i could make that happen with a new ferrari. ” slipping one last book into his locker, he shut the door and leaned against it as to properly face her. “ you know, i hadn’t planned on it today, but that does sound a lot more tempting than studying at mel’s ” he debated aloud, as if studying at a diner even stood a chance against spending the afternoon with halle. “ yeah, you know what, count me in ” he nodded decidedly, pushing himself off his locker, “ come on, i’ll even drive. ” another smile accompanied his offer as they began to make their way down the hall.

“ i wouldn’t get your hopes up . ” she teases with a smile , though her mind is annoyingly fixated on the fact that the thought of her had passed through HIS . she tries to brush the impending butterflies aside - they’re something she’ll no doubt uncover and fret about later - and returns her focus to him . “ good . i thought i was going to have to use the poor sad little puppies as bait for a moment . ” she shrugs playfully , falling into pace beside him as they exit the building . “ besides , i’m not saying i couldn’t have managed those heavy bags myself , but ... a hand is always appreciated . ” she nods firmly , gaze dragging away from his to conceal her smirk .

#◜ * 𝒽𝒶𝓁𝓁𝑒 𝒶𝒹𝒹𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓉𝑜𝓃 ╱ 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒔 . ◞#<3