𝔢𝔵𝔭𝔢𝔠𝔱𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫𝔰

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seraphicists​:

𝒍𝒊𝒂𝒎  𝒉𝒂𝒅  𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒅  𝒉𝒆𝒓  𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔  𝒕𝒐  𝒂  𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅  𝒄𝒐𝒍𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒆𝒅  𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉  𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏  she  thought  had  long  disappeared  .  he  had  been  her  eyes  when  she  couldn’t  see  ,  her  ears  when  she  didn’t  listen  ,  and  the  words  when  she  couldn’t  speak  .  maybe  tomorrow  wasn’t  guaranteed  ,  maybe  she’d  lose  him  in  two  years  or  maybe  she’d  lose  him  in  twenty  ,  maybe  she’d  never  lose  him  at  all  .  all  she  knew  was  that  the  liam  in  front  of  her  right  now  was  nervous  ,  quiet  ,  waiting  for  the  sort  of  reassurance  he’d  given  her  for  months  .

without  another  word  ,  she  gently  moved  her  hands  to  his  neck  and  pulled  him  towards  her  ,  resisting  the  jolt  her  entire  body  shook  with  once  their  lips  touched  .  she  pours  everything  she  can  into  those  precious  few  moments  ,  everything  she’d  seen  ,  heard  ,  felt  ,  and  so  desperately  wanted  to  say  since  meeting  him  .  it  had  been  him  all  along  ,  there  wasn’t  a  day  since  they’d  laid  eyes  on  each  other  that  it  hadn’t  been  him  ,  she  just  needed  the  time  to  understand  that  .

seconds  later  she  pulls  back  ,  eyes  watching  his  carefully  for  an  indication  of  any  kind  of  reaction  .     ❛  i  think  you  know  him  a  little  ,  yeah  .  ❜     is  all  she  manages  to  say  ,  laughing  awkwardly  as  she  feels  the  internal  twist  of  sheer  embarrassment  .

his   eyes   go   wide   for   a   second   before   understanding   what   was   going   on,   easing   into   it   with   a   quickness   only   known   to   superheroes   in   their   comic   books.   his   hands   both   reach   for   her   waist,   bringing   her   body   even   close   to   his   and   showing   for   the   first   time   without   his   words   everything   that   he   wanted   and   needed   to   say.   finding   out   for   the   first   time   that   everyone   before   her   was   just   a   frivolous   dream   of   someone   wanting   to   be   in   love   and   this,   with   greer,   was   the   real   deal.  

she   pulls   back   but   he   stands   there   still   with   his   eyes   closed,   relishing   for   a   minute   longer   the   taste   of   strawberry   on   his   lips   and   a   smile   appears.   he   was   so   relaxed   that   it   almost   felt   like   he   had   figured   out   the   true   meaning   of   nirvana.   all   because   of   her.   he   opens   his   eyes   and   looks   lovingly   at   her   and   chuckles   at   her   words.   "   i   think   i   do,   "   he   says   while   his   hand   reaches   for   her   neck,   and   his   lips   go   for   a   small   peck   on   hers,   "   can   you   believe   i   see   him   every   day   in   a   mirror,   "   he   jokes   and   pecks   her   lips   again.  

"   if   you   only   knew   how   long   i   waited   for   this,   "   he   admits   through   a   chuckle,   not   being   able   to   stop   himself   from   pecking   on   her   lips   with   all   the   months   he   had   to  stop   himself   from   doing   so.   his   green   eyes   looks   down   at   hers,   and   hell   to   act   like   his   best   friend,   he   needed   to   ask   what   he   wanted   from   the   minute   he   had   seen   those   golden   locks.  

"   greer   ...   do   you   want   to   be   my   girlfriend   ?   "

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paradisals​:

if   wesley   was   as   faithful   as   a   man   he   would   claimed   to   be,   he   would   be   picking   up   his   fiancee’s   best   friend   with   his   fiancee.   the   only   problem   with   that   being   he   wouldn’t   be   able   to   have   alivia   all   to   himself.   how   selfish   was   he   that   he   yearned   for   her   attention.   how   all   he   wanted   was   for   her   to   look   at   him   and   smile   at   him   and   make   him   feel   something   once   again.   and   oh   did   she   ever   have   the   power   to   do   so.   watching   her   intently,   he   could   feel   the   soft   smile   that   remained   on   his   lips.   everything   she   did   somehow   delighted   wesely.   it   was   as   if   she   was   an   exotic   bird   and   he   was   a   bird   watcher   finally   being   able   to   witness   the   beauty   for   himself.  

taking   notice   of   the   pub   right   in   front   of   them   he   let   out   a   deep   laugh.   his   attention   turned   back   to   the   blonde,   finding   himself   standing   closer   to   her   than   he   would   have   ever   allowed   if   noelle   was   in   their   presence.   “ that   you   have.”   his   tone   softer   as   he   reached   forward   to   tuck   some   lose   strands   of   her   blonde   locks   behind   her   ear.   allowing   his   hand   to   linger   a   second   too   long   he   removed   it   and   took   a   step   back.   clearing   his   throat   to   shake   the   feeling,   he   began   again.   “ yea   well   your   contumacy   has   definitely   earned   me   a   beer   or   five.”  

looking   both   ways,   he   crossed   the   street   with   liv   and   held   open   the   door   to   the   pub.   taking   a   quick   look   around   to   see   if   he   knew   anyone   he   realized   was   he   was   doing.   he   was   behaving   as   if   he   was   doing   something   wrong   because   even   though   the   pair   weren’t   behaving   any   less   than   friends   in   his   heart   he   knew   she   was   more   than   that   to   him.   sitting   down   next   to   liv,   he   wanted   to   confess   everything   but   he   quickly   shut   down   the   idea.   if   wes   was   good   at   one   thing   that   was   being   able   to   control   his   emotions.   “ i   should   be   lucky   you   don’t   have   a   boyfriend   or   else   i’d   be   losing   one   of   my   best   clients.”

his   laughter   caused   one   to   tumble   from   her   lips,   cut   short   only   by   the   surprise   of   their   close   proximity   and   his   hand   on   her   hair.   her   eyes   took   the   extra   second   of   what   felt   like   an   illegal   act   to   study   more   of   his   features   as   if   she   even   needed   it.   as   if   she   didn't   spend   hours   alone   in   her   apartment   in   her   leisure   time   looking   over   photos   of   him   on   her   photo   gallery   or   on   the   instagram   profiles   of   their   friends.   the   same   feeling   came   into   her   racing   heart,   the   guilt   of   enjoying   those   secret   moments   from   someone   she   shouldn't   even   bat   an   eye   to.  

alivia   knew   the   responsible   thing   to   do   was   to   shut   it   all   down   and   distance   herself   until   she   had   stopped   feeling   like   this   towards   her   best   friend's   fiance,   but   that   would   mean   having   to   admit   to   noelle   that   something   was   wrong.   and   she   couldn't   take   the   chance   of   losing   her   best   friend   to   something   she   was   sure   she   could   overcome.   "   at   this   point,   i   think   i'm   owing   you   way   more   than   five,   but   if   you   want   to   settle   at   that   ...   hey,   way   cheaper   for   me,   "   she   jokes   while   they   cross   the   road   and   mouths   a   thank   you   at   his   once   again   chivalrous   act   of   opening   the   door.  

sitting   on   one   of   the   high   stools,   she   quickly   gets   the   attention   of   the   bartender   and   orders   two   of   wes'   favorite   beer   and   looks   at   him,   letting   a   loud   laugh   out   of   her   brims   and   shaking   her   head   as   she   reaches   for   peanut   and   starts   to   peel   it.   "   well,   then   you   better   carpe   diem   these   moments,   because   by   this   time   next   year   tobias   and   i   will   elope   and   we   will   have   beautiful   babies   that   will   set   us   both   straight,   "   the   blonde   jokes,   winking   his   way   as   she   eats   the   peanut.  

"   you   have   nothing   to   worry   about.   it's   more   likely   my   brother   getting   a   significant   other,   than   me   at   this   point,   "   she   chuckles,   looking   at   the   bartender   bringing   the   beers   and   smiling   as   she   thanks   him   before   taking   a   sip   from   the   bottle,   "   it's   in   my   destiny   to   be   the   cool   rich   aunt   with   a   mysterious   past.   "

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seraphicists​:

𝒔𝒉𝒆  𝒘𝒂𝒕𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒅  𝒉𝒊𝒎  𝒂𝒔  𝒉𝒆  𝒕𝒐𝒐𝒌  𝒊𝒏  𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓  𝒏𝒐𝒘  shared  surroundings  ,  the  joyful  gleam  in  his  eyes  a  reassurance  that  she  was  sharing  her  heart  with  the  right  person  .  her  home  had  been  her  sanctuary  ,  the  place  she  had  shut  herself  for  months  after  her  sister  died  and  the  place  she  retreated  to  when  the  world  got  too  much  ,  and  yet  liam  being  here  didn’t  feel  odd  or  out  of  place  .  she  watched  his  gentle  hands  lift  up  the  familiar  photo  frame  so  he  could  study  it  closer  ,  and  all  it  did  was  make  her  miss  her  sister  that  much  more  .

when  he  turned  his  attention  towards  her  ,  her  heart  leapt  into  her  throat  ,  every  step  closer  taking  another  breath  from  her  tiny  reserves  .  she  was  certain  she  would  have  a  panic  attack  right  there  and  then  ,  but  the  feeling  of  his  thumbs  running  familiar  circles  calmed  her  nerves  .     ❛  i  ,  um  …  yeah  .  i  mean  ,  i  just  think  i  realised  something  .  and  i  wanted  you  to  know  .  ❜

she  presses  her  lips  together  and  looks  down  towards  her  feet  ,  her  hands  wrapping  around  his  as  she  did  so  ,  the  blush  in  her  cheeks  a  glowing  scarlet  red  .     ❛  i  don’t  think  i  liked  ricky  .  ever  ,  really  .  i  thought  i  did  ,  i  thought  i  had  this  crazy  crush  on  him  ,  but  …  ❜     she  looked  up  at  him  ,  semi  -  breathless  and  terrified  ,     ❛  there’s  someone  who  made  me  realise  what  it  should  actually  feel  like  .  ❜

the   thuds   against   his   chest   aggravated   by   every   word   that   parted   those   lips.   those   lips   that   liam   so   hopelessly   wanted   to   know   if   they   were   as   soft   as   they   seemed,   if   they   tasted   like   strawberries   or   cherries,   if   her   lips   would   match   with   his   just   like   their   hands   found   it   so   easy   to   interlock   with   each   other   long   before   their   friendship   started.   he   needed   to   know   that   the   person   she   was   talking   about   was   him,   that   he   was   the   one   who   had   shown   her   what   love   should   be   like.   because   she   had   been   the   one   shown   him.  

"   really   ?   "   one   of   his   hands   drop   hers   to   raise   to   his   neck,   scratching   the   back   of   it   all   the   way   down   to   his   chest.   anticipation   could   almost   make   him   drop   dead   at   her   feet.   for   someone   who   was   so   good   with   words,   liam   couldn't   think   of   a   way   to   put   his   thoughts   into   a   sentence.   a   question.   anything.   he   knew   if   he   opened   his   mouth   now,   he   would   be   blabbering   so   much   bullshit   that   if   he   wasn't   the   person   greer   was   talking   about,   he   would   lose   a   good   thing   in   his   life.  

his   mind   than   thinks   of   what   his   best   friend   would   do,   how   dante   would   act.   sure,  liam   could   never   mimic   dante's   stoic   reaction   to   anything   in   his   life,   but   he   could   try   to   act   chill   at   least.   or   he   hoped   he   could.   "   do   i   know   him   ?   "

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seraphicists​:

❛  𝒂𝒉  .  ❜     𝒔𝒉𝒆  𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒅  𝒖𝒑  𝒂𝒕  𝒕𝒉𝒆  𝒔𝒌𝒚  ,  stumped  for  an  answer  to  their  improbable  scenario  ,  eyes  glimmering  as  she  scanned  the  stars  .     ❛  then  i  suppose  we  should  pretend  to  be  robots  too  !  or  have  a  secret  code  word  ?  ❜     in  truth  ,  noelle  had  never  been  anywhere  near  as  smart  as  alivia  .  she’d  learned  years  ago  she  needed  to  read  far  more  and  have  much  bigger  opinions  of  the  world  if  she  were  to  keep  up  with  her  vivacious  best  friend  ,  though  the  hours  of  self-education  she’d  done  to  get  to  that  point  was  a  very  well-kept  secret  .

she  dropped  her  head  to  match  alivia’s  eye  contact  ,  ready  to  say  something  else  when  out  came  their  typical  confession  .  noelle  beamed  simply  from  ear  to  ear  ,  taking  the  other  woman’s  face  in  her  hands  gently  .     ❛  i  love  you  too  ,  more  than  anything  .  you’re  my  soulmate  after  all  ,  mon  chéri  .  ❜     she  allowed  her  hands  to  drop  as  she  instead  linked  her  arms  through  alivia’s  ,  snuggling  up  to  the  blonde  and  now  resting  her  head  on  the  other’s  shoulder  instead  as  she  let  out  a  drunken  sigh  .     ❛  sometimes  i  feel  like  i  would  simply  fall  to  pieces  without  you  .  everything  feels  so  …  strange  ,  these  days  .  ❜

and  though  noelle  was  talking  about  her  own  struggles  ,  she  had  no  idea  just  how  apt  her  words  were  for  alivia  too  .

"   secret   code   word,   "   the   words   repeated   with   excitement,   her   arms   raising   to   the   air   and   dropping   again   for   her   hands   to   clap   as   alivia's   brain   started   the   machinations   it   always   did   but   now   worsened   thanks   to   the   alcohol   intake,   "   what   are   we   thinking   ?   tough   and   unexpected   word   ?   some   word   put   in   a   wrong   context   ?      a   combination   of   two   words   together   forming   another   ?   our   names   matched,   "   the   last   part   said   an   octave   higher   as   her   hands   reach   noelle's   shoulders   and   shake   them   a   little,   a   big   bright   smile   that   would   put   new   york   lights  to   shame   on   alivia's   lips,   "   we   will   ask   what's   our   name   and   we   have   to   reply   it   is   noelia   barcier.   "   

the   gnawing   feeling   in   the   pit   of   her   stomach   worsened   at   her   words,   letting   her   head   lean   on   top   of   her   best   friend's   as   a   sigh   escapes   her   lips   and   eyes   fixated  on   the   starry   gap   between   the   buildings   in   front   of   them.   "   i   know,   "   her   hand   hovers   noelle's   hand   and   her   index   finger   draws   circles   on   her   porcelain   skin,   "   but   that's   life,   isn't   it   ?!   thinking   you   have   control   over   something   only   for   it   to   come   like   a   wrecking   ball   and   show   that   it   isn't   as   simple   as   we   wished   and   hoped   for   "   her   head   lifts   and   she   places   a   kiss   on   top   of   the   brunette   mane,   "   do   you   want   to   talk   about   it   ?   "

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seraphicists​:

𝒕𝒉𝒆  𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏  𝒐𝒇  𝒉𝒆𝒓  𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒔  𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒔  𝒕𝒉𝒆  𝒔𝒎𝒖𝒈  𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌  drop  from  his  features  ,  heart  hurting  on  behalf  of  the  girl  who  had  occupied  the  space  at  his  side  through  his  own  struggles  and  difficulties  .  to  the  outside  world  they  must’ve  seemed  untouchable  ,  mustn’t  they  ?     ❛  if  you’ve  planned  it  all  already  ,  it’d  be  a  shame  for  it  to  all  go  to  waste  .  i’ll  come  with  you  .  ❜     he  says  it  so  nonchalantly  ,  with  a  shrug  of  his  shoulders  that  indicated  this  wasn’t  sympathy  or  pity  .  he  wasn’t  going  to  stand  there  and  badmouth  her  parents  ,  despite  how  badly  he  wanted  to  ,  that  wasn’t  what  she  needed  .

❛  fuck  the  party  .  i’ll  plan  one  for  you  ,  separate  ,  that  way  no  one’ll  bug  you  about  it  either  .  i  think  we  can  delay  sam  and  delilah  round  439  by  a  day  or  two  ,  plus  i’ll  promise  to  take  my  shirt  off  and  that’ll  really  bring  a  crowd  in  .  ❜     in  a  natural  way  his  voice  had  dropped  to  a  whisper  ,  even  though  they  were  well  drowned  out  by  the  sound  of  the  party  ,  but  he  still  punctuated  his  genuine  words  with  a  wink  .  he  couldn’t  make  things  better  for  cora  ,  he  couldn’t  fix  them  ,  he  just  wasn’t  that  guy  ,  but  he  could  ,  at  least  for  a  moment  ,  try  and  keep  her  mind  off  of  them  .

the   crumple   of   her   lips   represses   a   natural   smile   at   his   suggestion   of   coming   with   her.   "   oh,   so   you   are   willing   to   put   on   a   suit   and   waste   a   lot   of   money   on   a   horse   race   ?   "   the   question   more   humourous   than   her   current   spirits,   shaking   her   head   before   a   hand   cups   his   cheeks   and   her   thumb   softly   strokes   his   skin,   "   i   would   never   ask   you   to   do   that,   rem.   it's   okay,   really.   "   being   honest   with   herself   now   that   everything   was   crumbling,   corazón   was   sure   that   wasn't   how   she   wanted   to   spend   her   birthday.   she   had   planned   things   all   around   what   her   parents   liked   to   do,   not   what   would   make   her   happy.   maybe   that   call   was   a   blessing   in   disguise,   but   it   still   didn't   soften   the   pain   in   her   heart   of   being   put   as   an   afterthought   again.  

cora   lets   out   a   chuckle   finally   with   his   words   and   wink,   rolling   her   big   brown   eyes   tenderly   at   remy.   "   god,   seeing   you   with   your   shirt   off   would   sure   be   a   good   birthday   gift,   "   winks   back   and   jokingly   bites   her   lower   lip,   hands   now   on   her   waist   as   she   weights   on   his   words.   "   would   you,   though   ?   "   she   starts   and   her   tone   matches   of   innocence   of   little   girl   being   promised   the   world,   "   plan   something   for   my   birthday   ?   "

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gaia     &       tommy           ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯         @paradisals​

"   look   who   decided   to   bless   a   mere   peasant   with   his   estimated   presence,   "   the   jocular   comment   parts   her   lips   as   she   watches   tommy   making   his   way   to   her,   a   funny   feeling   in   the   pit   of   her   stomach   for   seeing   him   in   any   season   other   than   summer.   yeah,   she   was   nervous   and   how   couldn't   she   be   ?   the   side   of   campfires   forged   their   bond   over   smores   and   horror   stories,   by   the   camp   lake   he   had   been   her   first   kiss   and   first   time,   and   by   the   end   of   summer,   her   heart   broke   for   leaving   her   cinderella   fairytale   behind.   that   was   their   cycle,   their   story.   the   summers   of   gaia   and   tommy,   but   everything   always   changed   when   the   first   leaf   fell.  

their   summer   selves   weren't   the   same   as   the   rest   of   the   year.   tommy   had   his   glorious   friends   strutting   up   and   down   the   town   with   their   designer   clothes   and   their   appetite   for   destruction.   gaia   was   a   trailer   park   trash   taking   one   day   at   a   time   and   keeping   herself   far   from   home   as   much   as   possible.   their   lives   clashed   in   this   scenario,   so   much   that   even   talking   to   each   other   seemed   out   of   limits.   "   we   are   in   the   middle   of   nowhere,   you   can   relax,   "   her   hands   patting   his   shoulders,   giving   him   a   reassurance   look   and   a   sweet   smile,   "   your   friends   wouldn't   come   here   even   with   a   gun   pointed   to   their   heads.   "

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seraphicists​:

❛  𝒎𝒆  𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒂́𝒔  𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒐  𝒆𝒍  𝒄𝒐𝒓𝒂𝒛𝒐́𝒏  ,  𝒂𝒎𝒐𝒓  .  ❜     remy  saunters  up  to  her  with  a  smile  ,  the  spanish  falling  from  his  lips  fluently  as  he  jokingly  clutched  at  his  chest  ,  pretending  it  wasn’t  blatantly  obvious  to  him  that  something  had  certainly  ruffled  her  feathers  .     ❛  fresh  air  ,  good  company  ,  maybe  a  kiss  if  you’re  lucky  .  ❜     in  truth  ,  he  wanted  to  know  that  she  was  okay  .  when  she’d  left  ,  a  beautiful  ,  beaming  smile  had  found  itself  gracing  her  features  ,  one  that  still  managed  to  make  his  heart  skip  a  couple  beats  even  now  ,  and  yet  here  she  was  …  scowl  worse  than  the  time  he  spilled  diet  coke  on  her  silk  skirt  . 

bravely  ,  he  reduces  the  distance  between  them  until  he  can  softly  brush  some  stray  hair  behind  her  ear  ,  his  hand  then  casually  moving  to  cup  her  face  .     ❛  don’t  tell  me  …  is  it  the  other  man  ?  ❜     thankfully  for  remy  and  his  ever  -  present  feelings  for  cora  ,  he’d  managed  to  ,  outwardly  ,  at  least  ,  come  to  terms  with  their  situation  .  as  long  as  she  still  came  back  ,  he  could  lull  himself  into  a  false  sense  of  security  .

"   that's   not   the   only   thing   i   will   break,   cariño,   "   a   saccharine   smile   flashes   on   her   glossed   lips,   before   annoyance   appears   again   on   her   features   like   it   often   did   when   he   pressed   her   buttons   with   his   overly   charming   and   yet   dickish   personality.   if   the   conversation   over   the   phone   hadn't   broken   her   heart,   she   would   have   bitten   the   hook,   and   continued   with   their   long   game   of   outsmarting   each   other   but   at   this   point,   she   didn't   have   the   energy   to   do   so   ;   corazón   just   wanted   some   comfort   and   remy,   as   he   often   did,   was   there   when   she   needed   most.  

"   no,   "   the   answer   was   almost   inaudible   because   the   thought   of   kade   brought   another   hurt   into   her   heart.   one   that   she   had   caused   herself   for   ghosting   him   once   again,   but   this   new   hurt   was   completely   different.   feeling   abandoned   once   again   by   the   people   who   had   sworn   to   take   care   of   her,   to   be   there   for   her.   "   my   dad   just   called   me   to   say   that   he   and   mom   won't   be   able   to   come   to   my   birthday,   "   her   nose   wrinkled,   her   eyes   welled   up   looking   at   her   ex,   "   and   i   had   planned   everything.   where   we   would   spend   the   day,   where   we   would   go   to   dinner,   everything.   and   now,   "   a   mirthless   chuckle   escapes,   "   now   i   have   to   plan   a   party   where   morgana   is   gonna   be   all   cuddled   up   with   jay,   sam   and   delilah   will   be   bitching   about   each   other,   and   every   girl   and   their   mother   will   try   to   hook   up   with   cole.   "

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corazón     &       remy           ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯         @seraphicists  

feeling   her   phone   trembling   in   her   purse,   a   big   smile   appeared   on   her   lips   as   she   excused   herself   from   morgana   and   her   dumb   boyfriend   to   go   outside   to   a   calmer   place   to   take   the   oh-so-anticipated   call   from   her   parents.   though   it   didn't   take   long   for   her   excitable   and   hearty   features   to   turn   into   a   scowl,   needing   to   keep   the   tears   from   forming   in   her   big   brown   eyes   and   fake   an   understanding   tone   to   not   make   her   parents   guilty   for   breaking   another   promise.  

"   tambien   te   quiero   mucho,   papi,   "   corazón   says   before   hanging   up   the   phone,   gripping   the   object   and   hardening   it   to   keep   her   from   throwing   it   across   the   garden   of   that   stupid   frat   house   and   the   stupid   party   that   had   just   been   ruined   for   her.   all   she   wanted   to   do   now   was   to   go   home   and   wrap   herself   under   her   silk   duvets   and   cry,   not   even   wanting   to   go   back   in   the   house   to   say   goodbye   to   her   friends,   but   she   does.   when   she   turns   around   to   go   back   inside,   the   vision   of   remy   makes   her   sigh   in   annoyance.  

"   what   the   fuck   do   you   want   ?   "   she   asked   surly   with   a   roll   of   eyes,   crossing   her   arms.

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seraphicists​:

𝒎𝒂𝒚𝒃𝒆  𝒉𝒆  𝒘𝒂𝒔  𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕  𝒅𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒐𝒖𝒔  ,  his  fever  must’ve  been  way  over  the  normal  limit  and  the  temperature  was  likely  starting  to  affect  his  ability  to  think  …  but  the  naive  part  of  her  felt  like  he  meant  it  .  she  didn’t  know  what  that  meant  for  her  ,  for  them  ,  but  having  known  jett  since  he  was  a  kid  ,  he’d  never  been  a  very  good  liar  .  to  her  anyway  .  she  climbs  into  the  bed  wordlessly  but  with  a  small  smile  ,  feeling  more  confused  than  ever  but  wanting  him  to  be  okay  .  

she  curls  her  legs  up  underneath  her  ,  shifting  so  she’s  partially  facing  him  as  she  holds  the  back  of  her  hand  to  his  forehead  ,  trying  and  failing  to  not  blush  a  bright  red  as  she  did  so  .  what  was  wrong  with  her  today  ?     ❛  you’re  burning  up  ,  jett  ,  do  you  have  any  medicine  ?  i  think  elle  woods  would  want  you  to  be  correctly  medicated  first  .  ❜     maybe  if  she  left  the  room  she  could  regain  some  composure  ,  and  shake  off  that  odd  tone  in  her  voice  .

even   in   his   feverish   state,   jett   could   tell   something   he   had   said   made   historia   uncomfortable.   at   this   point   in   their   relationship   and   the   reminiscence   memories   of   their   childhood   friendship,   the   boy   had   a   PhD   on   the   girl   and   her   little   ways   and   whims,   so   even   in   his   feverish   state   and   not   remembering   his   own   words,   he   was   still   able   to   take   notice   of   her   sudden   and   subtle   shift.   his   hand   raises   to   his   forehead,   interlacing   his   fingers   with   hers   and   bringing   them   down   to   the   duvet.

"   there's   some   in   the   bathroom   cabinet,   "   he   sighs   the   answer,   free   hand   reaching   to   put   a   strand   of   hair   behind   her   ear,   "   but   i   took   two   of   them   a   few   minutes   before   you   came,   so   maybe   it   just   didn't   kick   it   off   still,   "   a   small   shrug   of   shoulders,   pouting   his   lips   and   giving   her   pleading   eyes,   "   come   on,   just   lay   down   and   let's   watch   it.   if   i   don't   get   better   soon,   i   will   do   anything   and   everything   you   tell   me   to.   "

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seraphicists​:

𝒔𝒉𝒆  𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅𝒏’𝒕  𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒑  𝒃𝒖𝒕  𝒘𝒂𝒕𝒄𝒉  𝒉𝒊𝒎  ,  finding  herself  so  strangely  fixated  on  his  little  habits  and  quirks  ,  the  way  words  seemed  to  sound  different  when  they  came  from  his  mouth  .  even  when  he  admitted  to  lying  her  rage  didn’t  swell  or  boil  over  ,  she  just  let  him  get  closer  and  closer  ,  barely  noticing  when  he  found  himself  within  her  personal  space  .     ❛  at  least  you  recognise  one  of  the  works  of  art  in  this  room  then  .  ❜     though  the  combination  of  his  words  and  his  thumb  against  her  skin  an  entirely  uncharacteristic  blush  to  rise  to  her  cheeks  despite  her  confident  words  .

her  free  hand  goes  to  sit  on  his  chest  as  her  gaze  follows  his  to  the  painting  ,  her  voice  dropping  to  a  whisper  ,  making  sure  her  words  were  kept  in  the  space  between  them  .     ❛  klimt’s  most  common  themes  were  love  ,  sexuality  ,  and  intimacy  ,  and  the  embracing  couple  were  a  recurring  motif  in  his  work  .  beyond  that  …  the  story  behind  it  is  up  to  you  .  whatever  resonates  with  you  ,  whatever  it  makes  you  feel  …  ❜     her  voice  tapers  off  for  a  moment  as  she  stares  at  the  painting  ,  the  heaviness  in  her  chest  off  -  set  somewhat  by  how  light  her  body  felt  .  

morgana  felt  like  she  hadn’t  spoken  about  art  like  this  in  a  long  time  .  she  wasn’t  sure  what  she  felt  anymore  .

"   the   only   work   of   art   in   this   room,   "   he   corrects   her   with   a   matter-of-fact   tone,   as   if   that's   the   absolute   truth   and   anyone   who   listened   to   it   would   believe   in   him   with   how   confident   he   was   in   those   words.   he   stays   silent   as   she   explains   to   him   some   facts   behind   that   painting,   but   instead   of   his   eyes   stay   on   the   wall   before   them,   his   eyes   were   focused   on   her.   focused   on   the   way   she   spoke,   the   way   her   lips   curved,   the   way   her   voice   was   softer   and   carrying   some   sort   of   new   lilt   that   he   hadn't   heard   before.  

all   of   that   made   him   even   more   enamored   by   the   petite   girl.

"   whatever   makes   me   feel,   "   he   says,   eyes   finally   straying   away   from   his   girlfriend   and   looking   at   the   painting.   a   pout   forms   on   his   lips   as   he   squints,   pretending   to   be   in   deep   thought   as   jason's   head   falls   to   the   side   to   look   at   her   again,   a   goofy   smile   now   on   his   lips.   "   well,   it   makes   me   feel   that   my   girlfriend   is   very   beautiful   and   too   smart   for   me,   "   his   hand   circling   her   shoulders   to   bring   her   into   an   embrace,   planting   kisses   all   over   her   face   before   asking.   "   honestly,   how   did   i   get   so   lucky   ?   "

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seraphicists​:

𝒔𝒉𝒆  𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚  𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒔  𝒖𝒑  𝒂𝒕  𝒄𝒂𝒊𝒐  𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏  𝒉𝒊𝒔  𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒔  𝒕𝒐𝒖𝒄𝒉  𝒉𝒆𝒓  𝒇𝒂𝒄𝒆  ,  her  skin  finally  feeling  some  other  than  tears  and  red  hot  embarrassment  .  his  words  didn’t  make  it  feel  any  better  ,  that’s  not  why  she  was  here  .  she  didn’t  need  to  be  placated  or  justified  ,  she  just  wanted  to  see  him  ,  hear  his  voice  ,  to  know  that  she  wasn’t  entirely  alone  because  suddenly  that  had  become  the  terrifying  ,  all  -  encompassing  thought  she  had  never  had  before  .     ❛  i’m  sorry  .  ❜     and  that  was  the  most  out  of  character  thing  for  scout  amongst  it  all  .  apologising  .

she  gave  him  a  simple  nod  when  he  asked  if  she  wanted  to  come  in  ,  her  tears  having  relented  during  their  embrace  ,  the  world  slowing  down  just  enough  for  her  to  breathe  when  he  kissed  the  top  of  her  head  .  she  nodded  again  when  he  asked  about  the  water  ,  but  this  time  the  corner  of  her  mouth  quirked  upwards  for  a  single  second  .     ❛  i  should’ve  sent  you  a  text  or  something  ,  let  you  know  i  was  coming  over  .  i  don’t  think  bodily  fluids  is  a  very  comforting  thing  to  say  .  ❜

"   don't   worry   about   it,   "   a   sympathetic   smile   appears   as   he   takes   both   her   hands   and   guides   her   inside   his   humble   home,   and   closing   the   door   behind   her,   "   if   anything,   you   just   saved   me   from   a   party   i   didn't   want   to   go   in   the   first   place   ;   so   i   guess   you   are   my   hero.   "   his   hands   linger   to   let   go   of   hers,   something   that   had   been   strange   for   someone   that   wasn't   comfortable   with   physical   touch   like   he   was.   shrugging   his   jacket   from   his   shoulders   and   dropping   it   on   the   couch,   he   moves   to   the   kitchen   to   grab   a   glass   of   water   and   comes   back   to   her.  

"   and   i'm   sorry   about   that,   "   a   tight-lipped   embarrassed   smile   on   his   lips   as   he   gives   scout   the   glass,   free   hand   now   stroking   his   jeans   to   dry   it   from   the   humidity   of   the   glass.   "   bodily   fluids,   "   he   explains,   with   a   funny   voice   and   soon   grimacing   by   the   repetition   of   those   words,   "   i'm   not   really   ...   that   good   with   making   people   feel   better.   "

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seraphicists​:

𝒂𝒍𝒍  𝒐𝒇  𝒕𝒉𝒆  𝒔𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒔  𝒊𝒏  𝒕𝒉𝒆  𝒓𝒐𝒐𝒎  𝒃𝒍𝒖𝒓𝒓𝒆𝒅  𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐  𝒐𝒏𝒆  𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓  after  that  .  nothing  loud  ,  just  …  a  drone  of  sound  .  he  couldn’t  bare  to  shift  his  vision  from  the  floor  ,  a  chilling  terror  collapsing  onto  his  spine  at  the  thought  of  having  lost  kiana  for  good  .  he  wouldn’t  blame  her  ,  of  course  .  wasn’t  that  was  this  was  all  about  ?  that  to  truly  apologise  to  her  ,  he  needed  to  risk  everything  they’d  ever  had  ,  because  only  she  could  decide  if  he  was  still  allowed  the  same  sort  of  space  in  her  life  he’d  had  before  .

and  then  the  world  seemed  to  bloom  back  into  technicolour  .  her  hand  slipped  over  his  the  same  way  it  always  had  ,  her  voice  sang  its  melodious  harmonies  right  into  his  ear  ,  and  she  was  there  .  looking  at  him  already  when  he  finally  managed  to  look  back  up  at  her  ,  as  if  she  had  been  waiting  .  for  a  second  he  struggles  ,  visibly  ,  eyes  falling  to  the  floor  again  though  squeezing  shut  as  if  he  was  deep  in  thought  .  say  it  to  her  face  ,  rocky  .  you  have  to  .

he  turns  his  hand  in  order  to  squeeze  hers  ,  finally  making  solid  ,  unbroken  eye  contact  .     ❛  i  am  so  sorry  ,  kie  .  ❜     as  she  plays  with  his  hair  he  feels  the  tears  welling  in  his  eyes  ,  unable  to  stop  his  bottom  lip  from  trembling  as  he  pushes  through  again  ,  voice  cracking  at  odd  intervals  ,  determined  to  maintain  the  eye  contact  she  so  deserved  .

❛  you  don’t  have  to  believe  in  a  damn  thing  because  i’m  gonna’  show  you  ,  okay  ?  you’re  gonna’  see  everything  you  deserved  all  those  years  and  …  even  if  you  decide  at  the  end  of  it  that  it’s  not  enough  ,  you  decide  you’re  still  sick  of  me  sober  ,  i  won’t  hate  ya’  for  it  .  got  it  ?  ❜     he  loses  it  ever  so  slightly  ,  tears  falling  from  his  eyes  as  he  uses  a  free  hand  to  roughly  wipe  them  away  ,  struggling  to  keep  his  composure  though  a  swift  and  deep  breath  helps  him  get  back  on  track  enough  to  finish  his  thought  .

❛  thank  you  for  stickin’  around  .  ❜

there’s   tears   in   her   eyes   when   he   apologizes   again,   this   time   unable   to   hold   them   in   with   how   he   was   looking   at   her.   but   instead   of   tendering   to   her   own   tears,   the   hand   that   was   once   playing   with   his   hair   travels   to   his   cheeks   and   softly   cleans   the   traces   for   him.

then,   she   leans   forward,   lips   placing   a   kiss   on   his   forehead   before   pressing   her   own   forehead   against   his.   “   okay,   “   she   heaves   the   word   while   nodding,   almost   believing   in   everything   he   says.   almost   believing   that   now   they   would   finally   have   the   life   together   they   so   deserved   and   she   had   dreamed   about   for   all   these   years.   however,   her   gut   didn’t   let   her   fall   deep   into   that   reality,   expecting   the   worst   has   always   been   the   way   she   lived.   even   before   rocky   had   entered   her   life.  

“   thank   you   for   sticking   around,   “   she   repeats   his   words,   though   those   feel   heavier   thanks   to   the   great   scheme   that   was   rocky   marshall.   kiana   pulls   away,   hand   finally   cleaning   her   own   trace   of   tears   as   she   sighs,   “   we   should   get   out   of   here   before   someone   comes   and   kick   us   out.   “

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seraphicists​:

𝒎𝒂𝒆𝒗𝒆  𝒉𝒂𝒅  𝒂𝒍𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔  𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏  𝒔𝒊𝒎𝒖𝒍𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒆𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒍𝒚  𝒕𝒉𝒆  𝒎𝒐𝒔𝒕  and  least  comfortable  around  felix  when  it  came  to  sebastian’s  friends  .  sometimes  he  felt  like  a  warm  nostalgia  ,  like  cleaning  out  your  room  and  finding  something  precious  you  thought  you’d  lost  ,  but  other  times  it  felt  like  he  saw  right  through  her  .  they’d  known  each  other  for  so  much  of  their  lives  ,  knew  more  details  of  each  other’s  lives  than  they’d  ever  known  had  they  not  shared  the  silly  little  brunet  boy  for  years  ,  and  yet  here  they  were  .  almost  like  introductions  were  in  order  .

she  waves  his  question  off  with  a  bright  smile  and  a  giggle  .     ❛  you  know  me  ,  staying  out  of  trouble  and  finding  it  in  equal  measure  .  i’ve  actually  been  to  a  few  new  romantics  gigs  ,  she’s  really  good  ,  reggie  .  though  i’m  sure  i  don’t  need  to  tell  you  or  her  that  .  ❜     she  felt  a  long  pang  of  sadness  at  the  discussion  of  siblings  ,  with  oliver  being  little  more  than  a  ghost  or  shadow  recently  when  previously  he  had  been  a  monolithic  impact  on  her  life  .  declan  was  keeping  her  sane  ,  to  an  extent  ,  but  that  was  temporary  ,  wasn’t  it  ?  what  would  happen  when  she  had  to  face  the  ever-growing  mess  that  was  her  personal  life  ?

❛  do  i  dare  ask  what  you’ve  been  up  to  ?  ❜

a   large   smile   that   reaches   his   ears   appears   with   the   mention   of   his   sister   and   her   band,   a   proud   look   in   his   eyes.   “   she   is,   isn’t   she   ?   it’s   amazing   how   a   little   ball   of   annoyance   like   her   can   carry   so   much   talent,   ”   he   shakes   his   head,   finding   reggie’s   red   hair   in   the   kitchen   and   then   looking   back   at   maeve,   “   i   actually   remember   the   first   time   she   picked   a   guitar,   my   parents   almost   shed   a   tear   and   yet   it   was   the   most   awful   melody   i   ever   heard.   “  

he   lets   out   a   chuckle,   looking   down   at   his   drink   and   shaking   it   a   little   before   taking   another   sip.   “   my   brother,   blue,   djs   every   now   and   then.   he   is   also   very   good   at   it,   if   you   are   ever   interested   in   it.   i   don’t   like   electronic   music   much,   but   he   makes   it   bearable.   “  

it   was   so   easy   for   felix   to   talk   about   his   siblings   and   his   achievements,   but   when   the   conversation   turned   to   him   it   always   makes   him   uncomfortable   in   his   own   skin.   not   being   able   to   deal   with   the   spotlight   unless   he   is   on   the   stage   telling   his   jokes. “   ah,   same   old.   a   few   comedy   gigs   here   and   there   but   nothing   too   special,   “   he   shrugs,   “   you   know   me,   just   staying   out   of   trouble.   ”

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seraphicists​:

❛  𝒘𝒆  𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍  𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘  𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒉  𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓  ,  𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕’𝒔  𝒕𝒉𝒆  𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒔𝒕  𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕  ,  i’m  afraid  .  ❜     he  understands  this  must  be  difficult  for  her  .  he’s  had  years  to  hone  his  craft  ,  to  forge  his  emotions  and  feelings  into  sharp  blades  he  was  able  to  simply  sheathe  .  had  he  thought  of  all  of  the  milestones  he  had  missed  in  his  sister’s  life  ?  her  greatest  achievements  ,  her  brightest  sparks  ?  all  the  time  .  but  he  had  been  pulled  into  a  world  that  swallowed  up  those  who  spent  their  time  daydreaming  ,  a  world  he  needed  to  dominate  .

his  face  contorts  into  a  flash  of  irritation  ,     ❛  no  .  don’t  belittle  yourself  .  here  you  are  ,  standing  primed  with  a  gun  pointed  at  the  face  of  the  man  none  of  your  little  colleagues  have  even  managed  to  catch  a  glimpse  of  ,  and  you’re  calling  yourself  foolish  ?  ❜

voss  takes  note  of  her  tightening  grip  on  the  gun  and  chooses  not  to  move  forward  again  ,  instead  simply  letting  his  arms  hang  down  by  his  sides  as  he  looked  to  introduce  the  possibility  of  a  calmer  conversation  .     ❛  i  had  to  get  out  of  there  ,  sass  .  and  when  i  was  doing  that  ,  i  ran  into  someone  i  wished  i  hadn’t  .  it  was  never  you  .  you  should  know  that  .  ❜

saskia   laughs,   almost   maniacally   at   voss’   attempt   to   make   her   feel   better,   to   make   her   feel   important,   to   be   a   big   brother   when   she   least   needed   him   to   be.   “   oh   please,   voss.   shut   the   fuck   up.   you   really   think   i   don’t   know   why   i   am   the   one   standing   in   front   of   you,   ”   she   arches   her   eyebrow,   head   shaking   slightly,   “   i   am   the   one   here   because   you   wanted   me   here.   this   not   about   my   merit   or   anything,   this   is   about   how   to   make   things   easier   for   you.   you   are   coining   on   me   missing   you   to   win   time.   ”

it   was   easy   for   her   to   forget   about   the   resentment   she   had   for   voss   when   he   was   out   of   sight,   but   standing   in   front   of   him   and   with   a   shitty   excuse   for   his   leaving   made   saskia   scream.   “   it   was   never   me,   so   why   didn’t   you   take   me   with   you   ?   i   needed   you   !   i   needed   my   brother.   ”

her   throat   hurts   from   the   scream,   taking   a   deep   breath   as   she   lowers   the   gun   for   the   first   time.   maybe   it   was   a   mistake,   but   at   this   point   she   didn’t   have   the   strength   to   hold   it   against   him.   “   twenty-two   years,   voss.   twenty-two,   “   she   swallows   and   shakes   her   head,   “   i   should   hate   you.   “

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seraphicists​:

𝒉𝒊𝒔  𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏  𝒐𝒇  𝒍𝒂𝒘𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆  𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚  𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒗𝒆𝒔  𝒕𝒐  𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆  𝒌𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒏  think  about  percy  and  that  ,  in  turn  ,  makes  even  more  of  her  stomach  drop  into  her  knees  .  he  was  barely  home  at  the  moment  which  was  bad  enough  ,  but  the  thought  of  facing  him  with  her  mounting  list  of  personal  disappointments  was  sometimes  too  much  to  bear  .  the  mention  of  the  case  furthers  the  feeling  of  guilt  ,  and  she  scrunches  her  mouth  up  for  a  moment  as  she  looks  away  from  his  gaze  ,  confirming  that  ivan  still  knew  her  like  the  back  of  his  hand  .

❛  what  case  ?  ❜     she  sourly  speaks  into  the  empty  space  of  the  pizzeria  ,  uncharacteristic  pessimism  lacing  her  tone  .  she  reluctantly  makes  eye  contact  with  him  again  ,  shame  befalling  her  face  .     ❛  it’s  full  of  dead  ends  .  it  seems  like  every  time  we  start  making  some  progress  ,  every  time  we  get  some  pieces  on  the  board  ,  someone  flips  it  .  ❜

her  vision  drifts  to  the  bottle  of  coke  ,  watching  as  the  bubbles  continued  to  rise  and  fall  ,  some  erratically  popping  against  the  plastic  .     ❛  they  trust  me  to  get  this  right  and  i’m  not  sure  i  can  .  ❜

ivan   listened   to   her   attentively,   nodding   every   now   and   then   to   give   her   the   assurance   that   he   was,   in   fact,   interested   in   helping   her.   what   he   didn’t   know,   however,   was   if   he   still   had   the   ability   to   give   her   the   advice   karin   was   looking   for. 

a   sigh   escapes   his   lips   as   his   hand   scratches   his   disheveled   beard,   eyes   deviating   from   her   and   looking   at   the   pizza   box.   “   remember   when   we   used   to   play   scotland   yard   with   annabel   ?   ”   the   question   slips   out   of   his   mouth,   looking   at   his   ex   wife   with   his   hand   up   so   she   knows   he   is   going   somewhere   with   this,   “   and   she   would   get   frustrated   when   you   were   mr.x   because   she   was   never   able   to   catch   you.   do   you   remember   what   you   would   say   to   her   ?   ”  

he   opens   the   bottle   of   coke   and   pours   on   both   cups,   taking   a   large   chug   of   his   cup   before   replying.   “   you   would   tell   her   that   sometimes   the   bad   guys   slip   up   but   you   are   so   focused   on   something   that   you   miss   the   whole   picture,   “   ivan   recalled,   hand   again   scratching   his   beard   now   starting   to   feel   the   weight   of   the   memory   on   his   stomach.  

“   you   are   tenacious,   karin.   that’s   the   trait   that   made   me   fall   in   love   with   you.   and   the   one   that   made   me   so   proud   of   annabel   inheriting,   “   another   sigh   parts   his   lips,   eyes   locking   on   hers,   “   but   you   are   so   determined   to   get   to   the   end   of   this,   that   you   are   not   thinking   the   play-by-play.   play   the   game,   you   are   a   great   player.   “   ivan   smiles   at   her,   the   first   smile   he   had   given   her   even   before   their   daughter   passing   away.

“   but   you   are   even   better   at   winning.   “

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seraphicists​:

𝒃𝒆𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆  𝒉𝒆  𝒉𝒂𝒔  𝒂  𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆  𝒕𝒐  𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆  𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓  𝒒𝒖𝒊𝒑  that  perfectly  captured  his  personality  ,  serena  had  closed  the  gap  between  them  .  perhaps  the  him  of  another  time  would’ve  taken  a  step  back  in  surprise  ,  shocked  by  the  sudden  change  ,  but  he  instead  found  himself  equal  parts  amused  and  frustrated  .     ❛  everyone  here  is  drunk  .  it’s  a  party  .  ❜     the  words  slip  out  from  between  smirking  lips  ,  his  words  so  matter-of-fact  that  it  would’ve  sounded  believable  if  he’d  have  said  the  place  was  burning  to  the  ground  .  

❛  what  did  you  wish  for  ?  ❜

he  doesn’t  know  why  he  asks  .  doesn’t  know  why  he  even  cares  to  know  ,  after  all  ,  he’s  perfectly  capable  of  understanding  that  she’s  keeping  her  cards  close  to  her  chest  in  this  little  back  and  forth  ;  yet  the  question  lingers  in  the  air  ,  his  eyes  remaining  on  her  as  he  patiently  awaits  her  response  .

his   tongue   in   cheek   comment   causes   a   roll   of   eyes   from   serena,   though   humorous   enough   to   make   a   light   smile   come   and   go   on   her   unusual   stoic   features.   her   gaze   stays   trained   on   his   after   the   question,   thuds   against   her   chest   fastening   the   more   she   chooses   the   words   to   say   to   the   love   of   her   life.  

“   if   i   tell   you,   it   won’t   come   to   fruition.   that’s   the   only   rule   on   wishes,   “   she   leaves   it   at   that,   not   finding   it   useful   to   comment   on   how   she   doesn’t   believe   it   will   come   true   anyway.   serena   was   known   for   her   optimism   and   that’s   the   legacy   she   had   made   amends   with   to   leave   behind.  

“   you   look   nice   as   well,   “   her   hand   on   his   chest,   fingers   drumming   on   the   expensive   fabric   before   taking   a   step   back   from   him,   “   you   always   do.   “

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seraphicists​:

𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈  𝒔𝒂𝒔𝒌𝒊𝒂  𝒔𝒂𝒚  𝒉𝒊𝒔  𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒆  𝒉𝒊𝒕  𝒉𝒊𝒎  𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉  𝒂  𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈  he  hadn’t  felt  since  he  was  a  young  man  ,  guilt  ,  and  it  hummed  through  his  bones  like  an  ancient  ache  .  no  matter  their  time  apart  or  their  difference  in  …  lifestyle  ,  she  was  his  little  sister  .  a  bright  ,  wickedly  quick  young  girl  he’d  told  would  always  reach  incredible  heights  ,  and  here  she  was  .  holding  a  gun  to  him  with  shaking  hands  .     ❛  you  know  i  can’t  answer  any  of  those  questions  ,  sass  .  ❜

he  takes  a  tentative  step  forward  but  only  to  gauge  her  reaction  ,  doesn’t  bother  apologising  again  knowing  the  state  her  mind  is  probably  in  .     ❛  believe  me  ,  i  did  everything  i  could  to  avoid  you  .  to  avoid  interfering  with  your  career  .  i  didn’t  realise  you’d  work  your  way  onto  an  elite  task  force  hell  bent  on  bringing  me  down  ,  though  i  should’ve  expected  it  ,  right  kid  ?  ❜

kid  .  he  remembered  the  day  he’d  met  his  biological  father  in  that  moment  ,  the  day  his  future  found  itself  cemented  in  crumbling  concrete  that  he  would  have  to  re  -  pour  .  saskia  had  always  been  destined  for  better  things  ,  and  it  felt  like  he  was  destined  too  to  follow  a  path  that  would  never  align  with  hers  again  .

his   answer   caused   her   jaw   to   clench   up   even   though   she   had   expected   to   still   keep   all   of   his   cards   close   to   his   chest,   as   she   would   have.   voss   was   the   one   who   taught   her   how   to   think,   how   to   strategize,   and   how   to   fight.   the   only   thing   he   hadn't   taught   her   was   how   to   deal   with   the   heartbreak   of   being   on   the   opposite   side   of   someone   who   she   loves   dearly.   loves,   still,   because   his   image   as   a   criminal   still   had   found   a   way   into   her   heart.   for   it,   he   was   still   her   big   brother.   her   hero. 

but   goddamn   it,   didn't   she   deserve   at   least   one   explanation   ?   one   simple   answer   after   years   of   radio   silence   from   him   and   how   her   life   had   drastically   changed   because   of   it.   her   vibrant   rage   was   starting   to   expand   throughout   her   bones,   and   a   phantom   wound   on   her   left   hand   started   to   hurt   again.   the   same   hand   that   had   punched   a   wall   when   saskia   had   learned   that   he   had   left   her.  

her   finger   hards   the   pressure   on   the   trigger   when   he   makes   a   move   towards   her,   gripping   the   gun   with   all   the   strength   that   she   had   because   suddenly   that   was   the   one   thing   that   would   keep   her   from   collapsing   on   the   floor.   "   we   can   only   expect   shit   from   people   we   know,   and   i   guess   we   don't   know   each   other   that   well   anymore,   "   she   spats,   with   a   shrug   of   shoulders,   "   or   maybe   i   am   the   one   who   never   knew   you   to   begin   with.   foolish   little   sass,   right   ?!   "   a   bitter   chuckle   followed   her   words,   trying   to   swallow   the   question   burning   on   her   throat   to   come   out.

"   is   this   why   you   left   me   ?   "