a wild thing like you

she spins in circles - round, and round, and round. she is always d i z z y, but she likes being responsible for it. if her brain is going to float like a fish in a bowl during an earthquake, she’s going to be the fucking earthquake. she throws her head back; her neck is the bow, and the laugh spilling past her chapped, parted lips is the a r r o w. she twirls, still, eyes shut with corners scrunched. everything about her defiant, whimsical. she is ELECTRIC. “can you feel it?” she asks. “what?” “the possibility.”

[plsmarleigh-blog]

plsenzo:

it’s rather funny how touchy-feely the two friends are, but it’s also incredibly endearing. the way marleigh fits right into the mold of enzo’s embrace just feels like home, and he wouldn’t trade it for anything. the only thing that could make it better would be if the baby was snuggled up with them, but she needs her sleep so enzo doesn’t mind. he twirls a strand of her blonde locks absent-mindedly. “i think she’s happy,” enzo reassures marleigh, in regards to her daughter. he’s aware of her own rocky relationship with her mother, and enzo can definitely sympathize with that and with her intent to give her own child what she feels she didn’t have. hell, enzo wants the same for the kid too, even though she isn’t biologically his. life had just handed the two of them unfortunate parenting situations, so it’s only natural that they wish to bestow positivity on their own kids. “she’s a good baby, marleigh,” he tells her. “she’s just a positive little sun beam, even when she’s kinda cranky.” he nudges her side. “just like you.”

of all the places around the world that marleigh has visited and all the houses she’s had the privilege to live inside, that feeling of home has always seemed to escape her. but being here with enzo, curling inside the safety of his arms, surrounded by nothing but his warmth and compassion.. it’s home. he has always been her home. resting her head against enzo’s shoulder, her smile was soft. “she is a good baby, isn’t she?” she tilts her chin up to meet his gaze her expression more serious then it had been moments before. “thanks. for everything. for being so good with her and me. you really are the best guy i know.”

[plsmarleigh-blog]

mendiclas:

as much as brooke would rather not admit, it’s incredibly hard to be bitter toward marleigh, despite the overwhelming feeling of jealousy that the brunette has with her. it’s not like marleigh is a bad person; she’s adorable, really, and she’s nothing but nice. that’s the thing— marleigh has never been mean to brooke. in fact, brooke’s probably been kind of rude to her, which is just shitty but that’s the way brooke works sometimes. so, she’s pleasant to the other girl and nods slowly at her comments. “i’m excited for spring, for sure,” brooke agrees as she manages to put on a kind smile. she politely declines the ice cream offer with a shake of her head— of course, the only thought in her mind being that she can’t bear the idea of eating in front of a super model when she can only fathom of being the size jeans that marleigh is. her jaw hangs a bit at the blonde’s final question. “um… yeah!” she states with a nod. “yeah, i’ve seen dallas around, essa… sivana’s back in the states but we still talk. and uh, i think i saw enzo the other day? at a cafe or something. you’re still in touch with people, right?”

marleigh is nothing but hopeful in the eyes of blossoming friendships, despite the negative whispers lurking in the back of her mind, promising an almost certain demise to every new connection she strives to make. sadly, that voice has been correct on a number of occasions, the girls from the exchange program not excluded and as a result, she’s lacking in the friends department. especially of the female variety. “that’s really good. i’m glad. i still see enzo everyday. we’re living together.” more often then not her relationship with enzo was misconstrued by those around them. their affectionate behaviour inspiring various rumours and assumptions. “and i see brodie, too..” her smile never seemed to falter, even as dallas’ name is thrown out there and the urge to ask about him claws at her insides .she gestures just down the street to one of her favourite bakeries. “do you want to get a pastry? it’s my treat. they make the most incredible macarons. or maybe a coffee or something?”

[plsmarleigh-blog]

mendiclas:

marleigh !!

marleigh is the last person brooke ever thought she’d bump into, especially in such a big city like paris. as it turns out, quite a few of the students from the paris program ended up staying in france, including brooke. she’s strolling through the city, heading back to her tiny apartment when she bumps into marleigh. part of brooke wants to get out of the small talk— it’s not like she has a reason to dislike marleigh, but she can’t help but feel nothing but pure jealousy toward the girl. it’s because she’s everything brooke isn’t. she’s skinny, blonde, gorgeous, likable, sweet… it drives her up a wall, how perfect the girl seems, and how much she compares herself to the other. nonetheless, she saves face and offers the blonde a warm smile. “hey, mar,” brooke greets her. “oh, definitely not. i love it here too much. but, um–” she shifts her weight to her other foot and gives her shoulders a big shrug, then releases a breath of air she didn’t realize she’d been holding. “how are you? what’s going on these days?”

despite spending months attending the same school and living within the same dorm walls, the two girls never quite managed to form any sort of bond. perhaps it was the fact that marleigh was the ra or maybe it was just happenstance that prevented them from becoming anything more then acquaintances, but it wasn’t something that sat well with the blonde. “it is so beautiful isn’t it?” she tilted her head back, a radiant smile gracing her lips as she spun in a small circle. “i can’t wait for spring to get here. it’s one of my favourite times. the colours, the smells, the weather.. it’s breathtaking.” turning her smile onto the brunette, she held out her ice cream cone in a silent offering. “i’m pretty fantastic. i’ve been eating all the macarons i can get my hands on.” she said with a bright laugh. “but never mind me, how have you been? seen anyone else from the program around?”

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plsenzo:

marleigh !!

enzo simply wrinkles his nose at the compliment— he’s not one to take compliments, but he knows he’ll just be lectured if he turns down one from marleigh. he moves to the couch and plops next to her once she motions for him to do so. instinctively, his arm drapes over her shoulders casually and he leans in to take a bite of the pastry. “i think that’s what you dream of, mar,” he teases. he finishes chewing before a confused expression finds its way onto his features. “you’re crazy,” he simply states. “i’m just the fun uncle or whatever. i don’t know a damn thing about babies, really. even to this day,” he mutters. “you should see you two together, though. it’s really sweet.”

his arm slings around her shoulders and her body reacts instantly, curving inwards to melt against his side as if it was always a place reserved just for her. she tilted her chin upwards, laughter dripping from her lips. “like mother like daughter?” the cerulean shade of her eyes is almost highlighted by the dark circles rimming them. the lack of sleep is hardly new to the blonde, her body already used to functioning on a bazar schedule. “you’re more then that enz. to the both of us. you need to know that.” there were truly no words to describe enzo’s constant presence in her life; it seemed more then impossible to put into words what his friendship meant, how it brightened each day. “i have no clue what i’m doing most of the time either. i mean i’ve never-- i’m just.. trying to give her more then what i had. trying to make her happy.”

[plsmarleigh-blog]

plsenzo:

marleigh !!

enzo grins at marleigh’s declaration and watches as she digs right into the pastries. “yeah, this job’s growing on me too. tourists are kind of funny,” he mutters with a small smile lingering on his lips. his eyes shift to the baby monitor next to her and his expression softens immediately. “i kind of hate when she’s sleeping,” he admits with a chuckle. “i just wanna go in there and wake her up to hold her. but i know how much of a pain it is to get her to sleep soundly,” he comments. “maybe she’s dreaming of her pretty mum?” he wrinkles his nose. 

she helps herself to a healthy bite of the flakey pastry, her eyes flickering closed when the cherry flavour hits her tongue. she lets out a hum of blissful satisfaction - you’d almost believe the girl had been deprived of sweets for years rather then just days. “i think you’re an excellent baker. and i bet the tourists trip over themselves to order from the handsome french boy.” she teases him, blue eyes twinkling. she shifts on the couch and gestures for him to join her, her gaze following his back to the image of her slumbering daughter. “i think she’s dreaming about diving head first into a river of heavenly chocolate. it would be a shame to wake her up from that.” she held out the pastry, offering him a bite with a tender smile. “i think she might love you more then me. you see the way she just lights up whenever you’re around.”

[plsmarleigh-blog]

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regardless of the fact that it’s the middle of feburary and winter is very much still upon the streets of paris, marleigh was all too eager to trek through the sprinkling of snow to one of her favourite ice cream shops - after all, ice cream is never a bad idea. cone in hand she pushes her way back out into the chilly streets and nearly collides with the body of a passer by. she’s already voicing various french apologies when she recognizes the brunette before her. “brooke?” a smile as bright as the summer sun spreads across her pink lips. “wow.. it’s really good to see you. i guess you couldn’t leave paris just yet, huh?”

[plsmarleigh-blog]

plsenzo:

marleigh !!

enzo enters the tiny parisian apartment with caution— he’s never sure whose awake and whose asleep. enzo had recently picked up a job at a quaint cafe in the city, one that tourists flocked to for one reason or another. the owner had hired enzo not only for his patience and his ability to switch between english and french with ease, but the dimples definitely worked in his favor. he closed the door slowly behind him and smiled at the sight of the blonde across the room. “hey,” he greeted her with a smile. he walked over and set a paper bag in her lap and took a seat on the window seat. “those are, uh– cherry pastries of sorts,” he informs her as he gestures to the bag. “one’s really crumbly so we couldn’t sell it.” he smiles. his gaze shifts to the baby monitor. “still asleep?”

she can smell the doughy pastry even before he places the paper bag in her lap. with a coo of anticipation the blonde quickly rights herself, her golden locks properly tousled from her previous position. her fingers waste no time in diving inside the bag and puling out the cherry filled delight. “oh, i love you.” she declared, practically glowing at the small but infinitely kind gesture. “and this job? j'adore.” at his words she dips her head in a nod, her attention flickers to the slumbering baby on the monitor’s screen, her expression instantly softening at the sight. “mhmm. she hasn’t woken up since i put her down a few hours ago. she must be dreaming of something good.”

[plsmarleigh-blog]

( @plsenzo )

at the sound of the front door opening, marleigh’s azure gaze flickers towards the door. from her position sprawled out on the plush window seat, her legs dangling out the open window with the rest of her body resting upside down on the pillows, enzo’s booted feet are the first thing sees. a wide smile stretches across her lips. “hey, you’re back.” she beams, lifting a hand to wave and nearly knocking over the baby monitor resting at her side.

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[plsmarleigh-blog]

dcllasmc:

though he knows they still can’t be together just yet, dallas can’t help the overwhelming desire he feels to be near marleigh all the time. they’ve been able to spend some time together in the days since their feelings have been placed out in the open, but dallas certainly isn’t as keen to hide his affections as he had been before, which is why he has no problem grabbing a hold of marleigh’s hand when she agrees to come to his room with him. a soft smile forms on his face as he interlocks his fingers gently with hers, even if he does feel weary from what he had just seen. he leads the way down the hall until he reaches the door to his dorm room, pulls his key from his pocket, and once he opens up, he leads them in, closing the door shut behind them. “so…” he starts, turning to face her after locking up the room again and turning the lights on. “you sure everything is okay?”

her foot steps are silent, as she follows dallas back down the hall to his room, their interlocked fingers dangling between them. she winces slightly against the harsh change in lighting, but quickly blinks away the spots dancing in her vision. “yeah.” of course she hasn’t had the chance to speak with brodie, nor has she been able to figure out how exactly to break the baby news to him so her dirty little secret seems to grow heavier and heavier on her shoulders with each passing day. but other then that, she’s simply peachy. but he doesn’t need to know that, so she turns on her winning smile instead. “are you okay?”

[plsmarleigh-blog]

dcllasmc :

normally, dallas is good at masking his true emotions through his facial expressions, but when he is confused, like he is right now, he can’t help but let his feelings show. he does his best to keep a pleasant smile, but the apprehensiveness can be seen in his eyes anyways as he attempts to process what she had just told him. he knew her and enzo were close, but he had no idea they were that close. it’s a silly emotion, he knows, to be jealous of enzo. enzo has his own love life and marleigh wouldn’t dangle some other guy in front of him. but how could he not feel even the slightest tinge of jealousy in his heart knowing that he can’t be the one she’s cuddling up to every night? “oh,” he says in understanding with a small chuckle. he glances down the hall; his room is only a few doors down from enzo’s, and he knows noah isn’t around tonight. “do you want to come to my room for a bit, or were you headed somewhere?” he asks in a whisper, still attempting to keep his voice down and gliding his tongue between his lips out of habit. he knows he should just go to his room alone and let her carry on with her night, but if she has more to say, he doesn’t want their conversation to have to be so hushed.

if there is something marleigh considers herself somewhat of an expert on, it’s the ability to conceal and hide her emotions. anxiety, sadness, fear.. it all remained hidden, dormant under an impenetrable mask of smiles and flirtatious remarks and glittering eyes. it’s an innate talent, but one also honed by years and years of practice, but as they say ‘it takes one to know one.’ the smile dallas flashed her was strained, his brow pinched together in a show of.. confusion? she tried to stifle the smile that tugged at the corners of her lips at his whispered request. they had enforced a strictly friends label on their relationship, boundaries falling into place where there was once endless open space. she never liked limitations. “no, i was just gonna head back to my room,” she nodded her head. “but i like your idea better. let’s go.”

[plsmarleigh-blog]

dcllasmc :

it’s late, and he’s had a long day, but dallas still finds himself restless. every day that passes without knowing if marleigh has told brodie yet seems a little longer than the next. how could he know if marleigh has finally shared her secret with him? dallas won’t ask her because he doesn’t want to push her, but wouldn’t brodie come talk to him by now if she had done it? what if he does know, and he’s afraid to tell dallas himself? these are the thoughts that have been plaguing him for days, no matter how hard he has tried to distract himself. he had just put in some work at the gym, figuring a late-night workout might help him get to sleep after a long day. as he heads down the hallway to get to his room, what he doesn’t expect to see is a girl coming out of enzo’s room in the middle of the night. isn’t he seeing parker? now that he thinks of it, he hasn’t heard much on that front recently, and enzo had told him about a girl he was having troubles with back in greece… could this be her? he plans on continuing past the room and letting the girl tend to her own business, but as he draws nearer, he comes to a stop, realizing who is right in front of him… hair disheveled and an over-sized t-shirt donning her torso, which he can only assume does not belong to her. “i– sorry, i didn’t mean to scare you,” he says through a breathy chuckle, keeping his voice down so as to not awake any of the other residents. “i just, um…” he pauses, glancing at enzo’s door before returning his gaze to her, taking in her appearance. “are… you okay?”

she lifts her shoulders in a dismissive shrug, her fingers carding through her tangled hair - a constant battle with blonde locks that fall to her belly button. “no no, it’s okay.” in truth, running into dallas any any hour of the day is the equivalent to an extra slice of chocolate cake; more then enough to lift her spirits and inspire a blinding smile on her lips. since her confession, things between them have regrettably cooled off. her brows dip down slightly at his question. his gaze flickers from her to the close down behind her and then back to her clearly dishevelled appearance. “oh yeah. it’s actually enzo you should be worried about.” she states in a playful whisper, eyes bright despite the early hour. “i’ve kept him up a lot these past few days. he’s probably tired of me hogging his bed.” 

[plsmarleigh-blog]

@dcllasmc

with most parisians fast asleep in their beds, it’s far past a decent hour to be awake and coherent, and yet marleigh pauses to peeks her head out from enzo’s room before stepping into the dark hallway. it’s hardly a surprise to see her in such a state - hair disheveled, dark circles highlighting her blues eyes, a man’s t-shirt sitting loosely on her frame - but apparently it’s frowned upon for an RA to be caught sneaking around. she’s not expecting company so the sudden deep voice has her pressing a hand to her chest. “merde--” she blinks, half expecting dallas to be a figment of her imagination. “dallas? hey. fancy running into you here.” she still manages a bright smile.

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her back is pressed against the blanket and for a moment, she has a clear, unobstructed view of the night sky and all it’s twinkling little stars. a bright grin spreads across her lips as he settles above her, his shirt now long gone. “i love being outside.” her breathy words are swallowed by his lips. he turns his attention to her neck and she drags her hands down his back, exploring his exposed skin. hitching a leg around his waist she arches off the blanket, pressing her hips up into his, seeking the friction. 

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“you don’t have an obligation to ask about me,” he insists. he watches as marleigh draws little doodles on his chest and a soft smile lingers on his lips. his eyes shift to meet hers at her comment and he nods, his smile only growing. “i have a feeling it can get better than this,” he replies. “i ‘unno. i’m still technically homeless without this place, and that’s kind of a stressor.” he scrunches his nose and pushes the thought aside. instead, he wraps an arm around marleigh and brings her close in an embrace, then rests his chin on the top of her head. “but you, you’re good, marleigh. you’re everything good.” a sigh escapes him. “i feel like i should talk to brodie. see what he’s all about.”

[plsmarleigh-blog]

“i wanted to. i’m always going to want to make sure you have the best.” she laughed softly and nodded her head. it was a nice thought; that things could still go up, that life could still get bigger and brighter and better then it was. she wanted that for him, more then she wanted it for herself. she settled into his embrace with a soft breath. enzo always felt like home. “hey, i thought we were gonna be roommates after this?” she knew his living situation was still raw but thanks to her modelling career, she had more then enough for her own place. she could get him his own place if that’s what he wanted. “i hope so. as for brodie... i don’t really know that much about him. how sad is that?”

[roamhq-blog]

“ oh yeah, something else entirely. this time you’ve got the whole city to blame, i’m afraid i’ve fallen in love with it completely. i think i’ve spent more time exploring the sights and museums than, er, stealing people’s hearts, if you will. ” the smile that grows on his face is genuine, lighting up his features better than the fluorescent lamps hanging above them. he can’t deny it’s more than a welcome occurrence meeting her again; if he were to be completely honest, he hadn’t been sure if their paths would ever cross once more. the fact that they actually did and in paris, of all places, was a pleasant surprise to him. “ please, i’m sure you’re not a terror. you’re not even in that category. but, even then, i think there’s far too many people to ask in the university to prove that point, let alone all of paris. god, i can’t even imagine growing up here, it must’ve been fun though ? ”

[plsmarleigh-blog]

“that all depends on who you ask, i guess.” From the outside looking in, Marleigh’s life was something out of a childhood fantasy. The big house, the plushy trust fund wrapped in a pretty red bow, the supermodel career that catapulted her into the known.. people all around the world dream about that kind of life, how could she complain? “it was pretty amazing. i love paris.” Her gaze flickered back to Brodie and the sharp angle of his jaw that she knew was hidden just behind that camera. She chewed on her bottom lip softly. He deserved to know the truth.. but could she stomach it?