i'm gunna make you fall

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[corpsdemadelene-deactivated2016]

“You say that like I’m some kind of super star,” Madelene replies with a nervous smile as she does her best to avoid meeting the blonde’s gaze. The brunette can’t remember the last time she was so nervous conversing with another human being. That was all Veronique was, just another person, and yet the dancer’s hands were shaking slightly by her sides as though she’d drunk far too much coffee. “Uh, I’d love to but I still have all my things with me from clearing out my changing room,” the ballerina replied with a nervous smile. She hoped the blonde wouldn’t take any offence to her decline. On any other day she’s sure she’d probably be jumping at the opportunity.

[powerandcontrxl-blog]

“Well you’re very good at what you do.” She laughed a little as she watched her, sensing her nervousness around her Veronique decided to give her the benefit of the doubt and take it easy on her. Her eyes scanned over her before resting on her face noticing she was trying to avoid her gaze as muc as possible. “Oh! Of course.” Veronique nodded as she heard her, feeling a little embarrassed that she’d forgotten such a simple thing. The blonde paused to fumble through her handbag before pulling out her purse, handing her one of her business cards. “On a day that you’re free, give me a call and I’ll owe you that drink.”

[corpsdemadelene-deactivated2016]

“Would you rather I lie and tell you I did it all for your attention?” Madelene jokes with a small chuckle. In spite of ballerinas being stereotyped as generally egotistical perfectionists, the brunette truly lacked the earlier trait. She’d never been fond of the attention her passion garnered her. If it were at all possible, she’d rather remain anonymous in hopes of having some semblance of a normal life when her time as a dancer came to a close. Sadly, no one ever rose to the top without being published in this city. “I’m afraid that was in fact the last before we holiday. You’re very fortunate to have scored such a seat given Swan Lake’s popularity,” the younger woman replied with a small smile as the last of the crowd drifted out the door and the lobby came to a silence. 

[powerandcontrxl-blog]

“That would boost my ego too much.” She joked back with her, unable to keep the grin off her lips as she heard her. Veronique had to admit she enjoyed her company, the young woman was pleasant to be around for sure and Veronique found she was interested in getting to know her a little better.  “Lucky me for seeing it on the last night it’s showing then.” Veronique grinned, glancing around the lobby as most of the crowd had drifted out the doors. The blonde pursed her lips before glancing back at her, clearing her throat. “Would you like to go out for a drink as a celebration? I know you don’t know me very well. But let me buy you one. As a thank you for your work at my gallery.”

[corpsdemadelene-deactivated2016]

Madelene nodded in acknowledgement that she’d heard the older woman speak, reviewing each of her words carefully before articulating her own response. Right now she was representing the company’s interest as well as her own, meaning that she had to be the picture of professionalism even if she didn’t physically appear so. There was no point in cutting her potential short after all for gushing like an ego crazed lunatic. “Oh,” the dancer replies before humming quietly for a moment. “It was a worthwhile cause. Women’s shelters are incredibly underfunded and while it may have been a somewhat unnecessary addition to my already ridiculous timetable, it will help women who are a lot less fortunate than myself,” Madelene replied with a polite smile as the remnants of the crowd moved around her. There was no hidden agenda, no grab for publicity. She simply wanted to help those less fortunate than herself.

[powerandcontrxl-blog]

Veronique watches her carefully as she speaks, the brunette is composed and poised as though she’s calculating every movement before she does it and the Frenchwoman has to stop herself from smiling at the appearance. It reminded her a lot of herself, always having to be in control, to have that desire to control everything in your own life.  “That’s incredibly humble of you.” she nodded in reply, letting a smile slowly spread across her lips. Veronique admired that in her, the fact that she was so willing to help other people and put them before herself. “How many more shows do you have to perform this week?”

[norseminuteman]

Katheryn Winnick’s vinking tattoo. This is sexy on some many damn levels… I love this woman. 

[corpsdemadelene-deactivated2016]

Raising a hand, Madelene combs her fingers lazily through her dark locks. She’d done her best to strip her hair of spray with a brush in her change room, evidently she’d fallen short as she feels the dry particles against her skin. It would have to wait now until she returned home. At least with the lack of make-up there’d be fewer people who recognised her as one of the dancers.  “That’s awfully kind of you,” the ballerina replies as her pale cheeks flush to a carnation hue. It was a rare day that she received praise from anyone aside from the choreographers. Few people focused on any one particular dancer. All too often the sheer size of the show was enough to overwhelmed anybody. Sadly, she often found it also distracted from the sheer technical complexity of the acts of what they did. 

[powerandcontrxl-blog]

“You deserve it though. Being in your line of work is quite difficult.” Veronique replied with a small smile, twirling a lock of hair around her finger. She knew all about it really, considering her past as a dancer. It took a lot of strength and time to build up to Madelene’s ability.  “I used to dance as a child, but quit because it became too competitive when I was in my late teens. So I can admire what you do.” The blonde adds with a soft laugh.  “But you did a fantastic job. Although I’m curious...” She pauses, clearing her throat for a second. Those who knew Veronique well knew she could be quite straightforward, often speaking first and thinking later. She tried her best not to come off as being too blunt to the younger woman but she was genuinely curious. “You’re performing in all these big shows. Yet you performed in my gallery, for such a small indie performance, no pay. What drove you to do that?”

[corpsdemadelene-deactivated2016]

The ballerina spends the next few days rehearsing with the corps de ballet to the point of exhaustion. Her toes are bloody and bruised, pointe shoes nearly warn through from their excessive use. She’s certain that the whole show may fall apart any moment now due to the intense rivalry brewing between the two prima ballerinas but until then she refused to stop. Perfection wasn’t something that simply happened overnight after all. Madelene listens carefully for her cue, prancing onto the stage gracefully the moment it sounds. Effortlessly she falls in with the other dancers, the audience merely a black mass in the distance. The music guided her every step, pushed her every pirouette. It’s not until the apotheosis of the act that the fluidity of it all consumes her. It creates a quiet calm unlike any other that she’s chased her entire life. It was the only thing greater than praise or perfection. It eclipsed everything. At the end of the show the brunette bows with the corps before running off to her change room. With the next fortnight off after tonight before they began rehearsal for the winter season, she planned to indulge in a bottle of wine or two. As much as she loved the routine of her job, it was nice every once in a while to let loose and forget the mounting pressure. Life as a ballerina was limited after all; meaning that she had perhaps a year to earn her prima ballerina promotion if she truly wanted to enjoy it. It’s only as she rushes into the lobby that she spots Veronique Moreau and halts in her tracks. “Ms. Moreau?”

[powerandcontrxl-blog]

Veronique finds her eyes drawn to Madelene’s dancing across the stage, following every little movement. She never takes her eyes off her, she was talented for sure. There was a fluidity to her movements that took years and years of practice to actually achieve successfully. The woman was talented, she’d give her that much. The Frenchwoman was surprised that she was performing here, considering she’d been performing in her gallery the week before. She can’t keep her eyes off of her even after it all finishes, when the lights come on again and the audience are ushered out into the main lobby once the show is over.  Veronique waits there, although not entirely sure why in the first place. Though she figures subconsciously she’s hoping to run into the other woman again. A voice startles her from her thoughts, turning to face her and suddenly her features grow softer a small smile spreading across her lips.  “Please, call me Veronique.” The blonde urges before continuing. “You were amazing tonight.” she admitted with awe dripping from her words.

[hotgirlsbeinghot]

[zoeyrph]

a really long, but categorized, ask meme

[askboxmemethings]

ACTIONS - ANYTHING AND EVERYTHING

*Accidentally spills [[SPECIFY HERE]] on you*

*Slaps you*

*Kisses you on the lips*

*Bites your lip*

*Rubs your shoulders*

*Dumps ice water over your head*

*Winks at you*

*Flips hair at you*

*Throws a ball of paper towards you*

*Hands you a note, inside it says [[SPECIFY HERE]]*

*Slams the door shut behind you*

*Storms out of the room*

*Wraps my arms around you from behind*

*Kisses your neck*

*Nibbles on your earlobe*

*Tucks a strand of hair behind your ear*

*Strokes your hair*

*Caresses your cheek*

*Holds you in my arms*

QUOTES - PICK UP LINES EDITION

“You’re cute and I’m horny. You thinking what I’m thinking?”

“I see you like cardio… wanna go back to my place and do it together?”

“I’m sorry, but I just received a call for you. From heaven? I think they’re missing an angel.”

“Hold my hand? I’m afraid I’m getting lost in your eyes.”

“Is that a mirror in your pocket? Because I can see myself in your pants.”

“Are you a pokemon? Because I’d like to peek-at-chu.”

“If I had a dollar for every beautiful girl/guy I saw tonight, I’d have one dollar. Because the only beautiful girl/guy in here is you.”

“Maybe I could show you my [[SPECIFY ITEM]] collection. It’s back at my house, so we’d have to go there but…”

*Spills a drink on your shirt* “I’m so sorry! But if it’s any reassurance, I think that top would look better on my bedroom floor anyways.”

QUOTES - STRANGERS EDITION

“I’m sorry, have we met before?”

“I don’t know you, but thanks.”

“You’re a very nice guy/girl, you know that?”

“We only just met… but I’d really like to see you again.”

“Do you think you could move your ass out of my friend’s seat?”

“It’s none of your business. We just met.”

“Hey I’m [[NAME HERE]] and my crazy ex-girlfriend/boyfriend is here and I was wondering if you’d pretend to date me so I can get them off my back?”

"I’m so sorry about that! Let me buy you a new sandwich.”

“Oh shit. I didn’t mean to trip you I swear, I’m sorry.”

QUOTES - WORKPLACE EDITION

“Did you get that email I sent you last night?”

“No, I’m serious. She/he brought a flask to work.”

"I overheard the boss and I think you’re about to be put up for a promotion!”

“I know what you’ve got in that top drawer.”

“I can’t believe you’re drunk at work.”

“You know, most people watch porn at home.”

“Your Netflix binge is using up all the broadband.”

“Stop torrenting, asshole! I have a report to send off to Japan in an hour and I can’t even open Gmail!”

“If you spent half as much time on doing your job as you do on World on Warcraft, maybe you’d have a chance at a promotion too.”

“You’ve been working here for 6 years and you don’t know where the break room is?”

QUOTES - SCHOOL EDITION

“Didn’t you hear? [[NAME HERE]] and [[NAME HERE]] hooked up last night!”

"We lost the playoffs.”

“The girls team beat the boys!”

“I heard he/she got called into the principal’s office.”

“Apparently the swim team had an orgy after hours.”

“I heard they were fucking in the bathroom.”

“She/he’s been paying people to do their homework!”

“She/he fell running in the hallway and knocked out a few teeth.”

“I can’t believe we’re graduating this year.”

“Being a freshman sucks.”

“I slept with a sophomore last weekend.”

“She/he told me they were a junior!”

“Why are those freshmen staring at you?”

“Is there a reason everyone suddenly knows your name overnight?”

“How come everyone suddenly knows who I am?”

“Did you tell them about my [[INSERT SECRET HERE]]?!”

"I can’t believe you hooked up with my boyfriend/girlfriend.”

“I definitely failed that test.”

“I got an A on my essay!”

QUOTES - SASS EDITION

“Wow, there’s a stick wedged so far up your ass I don’t think I can even pull it out.”

“I’m sorry, but my number of fucks to give has officially reached a negative number.”

“Uranus called and said I’m huge and in the way.”

"I’m searching… searching… oh. Well would you look at that. I couldn’t find any fucks to give.”

“What’s the difference between a dolphin and you? Dolphins have brains.”

“Just because that’s mistletoe hanging above us doesn’t mean I’m going to kiss you.”

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer.”

“At this point you might as well ask for my autograph.”

QUOTES - ARGUMENTS/ROWS/QUARRELS EDITION

“You know I’m right! I’m always right!”

"Shut up. Just shut up!”

“I don’t need to listen to this.”

“You’re lying.”

“I can’t believe you’d say that. Even in an argument, that was low of you.”

“I can’t look at you.”

“Don’t fucking touch me.”

“If you say one more word, I swear…”

“Pipe down, you’re making a scene.”

“What’s wrong with you?”

“Now I know why people think you’re neurotic.”

“You must be crazy.”

“I’m not backing down.”

"You can’t hide the truth forever, you know.”

“What’s your issue?”

"You make me so angry.”

"This has nothing to do with you.”

QUOTES - LOVERS EDITION

"And… and I love you! It’s what I’ve been trying to tell you all along.”

“I don’t know how to say it. But you know what I’m trying to say, right?”

“I’ve never been good at this. I don’t do relationships. But I… I want to try with you.”

"You’re the one that I want.”

“I don’t care. I don’t give a shit, don’t you get it? I don’t give a flying fuck unless it has to do with you. I love you.”

"Please don’t say that. You know you’re the only one for me. Fuck everyone else.”

“I can’t stop thinking about you. Every minute of every day. I could be standing in the shower or cooking breakfast, but you’re still the only thought on my mind.”

“I want to wake up next to you, everyday for the rest of my life.”

“I’ve always been afraid of commitment, okay? That’s why I sleep around.”

"I’ve never wanted to give love a try until now.”

“Please, don’t leave me.”

“I need you more than you will ever know.”

“I love you more than I could ever express in words.”

QUOTES - DRUNK AND KNOCKING AT YOUR DOOR EDITION

*Starts singing [[SPECIFY SONG NAME]] outside your door/window*

“I didn’t fuck him/her, I swear!”

“I brought vodka and ice cream.”

“You left your anal beads at my house. Wait… no, they’re just normal mardi gras beads.”

“I can’t believe you went without me!”

“I love you, I love you so much and you just don’t see it. What am I supposed to do?”

“I know you’re sad and upset. Let me be your distraction! I want to be your distraction!”

“I can’t find my apartment and I couldn’t stop thinking about you.”

“Let me in! I think I’m gonna throw up.”

TEXTS - DRUNK EDITION

[TEXT] You dumped me for HIM/HER?

[TEXT] I can’t stop listening to our song.

[TEXT] My pillow still smells like you.

[TEXT] You left your cologne when you moved out. I used it up.

[TEXT] Do you even love me?

[TEXT] What happened to us?

[TEXT] I just want to eat bacon and see you naked. And then eat bacon off of you naked.

[TEXT] IM26C4U.

[TEXT] You never gave a shit about me.

[TEXT] I couldn’t care less.

[TEXT] Now you know how it feels.

[TEXT] I still love you.

[TEXT] I can’t stop thinking about all the times you told me you loved me… and wondering if they were lies.

TEXTS - EMERGENCY EDITION

[TEXT] I fell down the stairs and… well, I’m in the ER.

[TEXT] ______ got injured during their game and I’m waiting with them at the hospital but I can’t do this alone.

[TEXT] Did you know your mother/father is at the hospital right now??

[TEXT] I was cleaning out the garage and I’m stuck under some boxes!! Please help before the spiders get me.

[TEXT] I don’t know what happened I was just cooking and then all of a sudden the pasta was on fire!

[corpsdemadelene-deactivated2016]

Madelene lets out a small yawn as her and the other ballerinas filter off to the side. There’s no ignoring the dramatic change in the gallery’s atmosphere. Whereas before the guests had chattered loudly, there was no a silence that seemed to permeate to every corner. It’s a reassurance, if anything, of a job well done. This was exactly what they had longed for. Every dollar donated tonight would be given to local women’s shelters, something the dancer herself believed were incredibly underfunded by the federal government. The ballerina’s limbs ache as she waits for the director to join them. She’d danced for nearly ten hours today, perfection pressing at her fingertips but not quite within her grasp. The slight errors in her technique had left Madelene in a perpetual state of vexation, cogs of her mind constantly turning in an effort to erase them. It was only when the blonde arrived and sang her praises that she gave a small yet tired smile. At least this had been adequate in the artist’s mind, even if wasn’t in her own.  Nodding in acknowledgement of Veronique’s kind words, the dancer quickly beelines for the nearby storeroom that was temporarily functioning as a change room. Quick to strip herself down, she gathers her things and makes a mental note to bleach the clothes she’d worn tonight in an effort to remove the carmine stains.

[powerandcontrxl-blog]

Veronique acknowledges the tired smile with a nod of her head and a smile of her own that twitches onto her lips as she thanks the dancers once again for a good job. Although their reactions aren’t much she can understand how tired they must be after dancing all day, considering all the practice they would be doing leading up to their performances every night this week.  The blonde breaks off from the crowd, heading back into the main room of the gallery to peruse various attendees, to gauge their reactions. Thankfully, after all the effort she’s put in -including sleepless nights preparing in typical Veronique fashion- the reaction to the performance is positive. At the back of her mind however, there’s still a lingering curiosity, a longing to reunite with her roots of being a ballerina as a child.  The thought was a strange one, although she’d despised dancing once she’d grown older and it had transgressed from just a hobby to more competitive; Veronique longed to watch another performance just to relive those days. A few days later, the blonde found herself ordering tickets to a small performance in town. Sitting comfortably in the theatre seats, her eyes scanning the dancers on stage with intrigue until she noticed a familiar face. The same young woman who had performed at her gallery was currently performing on stage. 

[corpsdemadelene-deactivated2016]

@powerandcontrxl

Calm even breaths slip from Madelene’s lips as she stands at the door to the Moreau Gallery. She’s rarely one to work for free, especially given how expensive rent was in the city, however after reviewing the artist’s design there was no ignoring the genius of it. As the music begins, she slips into the room accompanied by three other ballerinas and quickly flutters to the center of the room. Her toes already ache from hours of pointe practice earlier that day but she continues on as projected art colours the room technicolour.  Emerald hues scan the crowd, face a picture of poised professionalism as she works effortlessly with the others. Together they paint a picture of tragedy. Their incarnadine dye stained fingertips brush delicately against each other’s forms as they move, lines drawn across porcelain skin to portray how damaging the slightest of touches can be. It’s only when they all slowly sink to the floor that the soft, orchestral divertissement piece that had been playing in the background dies to a halt. Projected on a black screen behind them are the statistics of domestic abuse. There’s no applause and for that, Madelene is truly grateful. 

[powerandcontrxl-blog]

It had taken weeks of planning to pull off this show, her new little masterpiece. But it was all worth it, all the pieces of the puzzle finally coming together to put on a spectacular performance, a new piece of art for her gallery. Veronique’s hazel eyes cut straight to the dancers, following the beautiful fluidity of their movements, noticing how they barely miss a beat to the music.  Her limbs almost ache in remembrance of such dances of when she was a child, taking ballet classes with her little sister. The effort, the amount of time, blood, sweat and tears it took to become a professional was painstaking. She couldn’t help but have an appreciation for the dancers in front of her for putting on such a moving performance. Veronique could sense the sombre mood in the air, almost as though it weighed down heavily on each audience member’s shoulders and she nodded to herself in appreciation of a job well done.  Even as the lights turn back on and the performance is obviously over, the room is awfully quiet, Veronique’s lips pursed in a thin line, grateful that the message was delivered as intended. Even as people shuffle out of the room to explore the rest of the gallery, there is still silence.  With her hands clasped in front of her, Veronique approaches the dancers, heels clicking along the floor as she moves towards them.  “That was spectacular. You’ve all done such an amazing job tonight. I really appreciate the work you’re all putting in.”

[mcdiumship-deactivated20160725]

                    the baby in her arms stirs slightly at the sound of amorette’s voice,  shifting restlessly within amy’s arms though the mother’s grip remains firm and steady.  tiny fists stretch out into the air and a gurgly noise escapes from the baby,  green eyes all too similar to her mother’s opening wide.  the way that amy holds her angles her toward amorette’s,  allowing the baby’s eyes to fixate on the blonde’s.

                    “she must like you,”  amy says,  looking up from her daughter’s face to look back up at the blonde and watch her’s reaction.  she inches toward amorette,  teeth digging into her full bottom lip as if to contain the smile that’s curled on her lips,  but really,  there’s no hiding of the joyous expression.

                    “do you want to hold her?”  she inquires.  it’s an exhibit of trust,  really  ––  amy trusts people with a variety of things,  and that variety is rather large.  she’s spill just about any secret she’s got.  but she’s much about keeping a hold on her daughter,  keeping her safer than anything else she had:  anything of monetary value or emotional value.  eyes flicker up to the blonde’s face again for her reaction.

[powerandcontrxl-blog]

                    amorette laughs softly to herself when she watches the baby shift restlessly at the sound of her voice, moving even closer when aspen is tilted in her direction; meeting her gaze. she waves her fingers in her direction, cooing in a mixture of english and french to her although most of it was nonsense.                     “you really think she does?” amorette asks, her gaze shifting from aspen’s to amy’s with easy, there was no denying the excitement and happiness in her voice at that admission.                      her eyes widen ever so slightly at the offer, surprised that amy’s willing to let her hold her daughter after such a short time of actually knowing her. although amorette’s always had a knack when it came to children, nodding her head excitedly.  “                    i’d love to.”

[prxdigaldaughtera-blog]

        “i’m a doctor– this is a hospital.            if i’m  not stressed, you should            be.”

      there wasn’t any valid justification for her       to snap at  a  woman  who  only  tried  to        help– – and it  takes another second for       her  to realise  this when words leave her       lips.

             “i’m sorry. it’s just not a good time.

[powerandcontrxl-blog]

     amorette flinches only slightly when she is      snapped at, although she knew she had every      reason to. the other woman was busy, working      as a doctor and she was just holding her up.         “no, no it’s fine, really.” she tries to assure her         with a small smile.         “i have to visit my sister while i’m here, maybe         i could take you up on that coffee a little later         if you’d like or had some free time. i won’t          keep you held up any longer.”

[connectivitty-blog]

cell phone headcanons

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[mcdiumship-deactivated20160725]

                    she tugs amorette along quite easily.  normally,  amy’s not the best with directions,  but they’re close enough to her house that it’s a easy and short walk back to her apartment.  once they arrive at the tiny abode she calls home,  there’s a brief interaction between her and the teenage babysitter,  and an exchange of money,  before she,  the blonde,  and the baby are left to themselves.

                    “hopefully she’ll be good.  sometimes i think that she likes being around other people more than she likes being around me.”  the light,  paranoid thought passes through her lips.

                    leading the blonde back to the nursery  (  there was only one bedroom,  which she had dedicated to her child,  amy instead slept on the couch  )  with a small bounce in her step,  she peers over the crib for a short moment before scooping up the baby into her arms,  turning back to face amorette again.

                    “well,  this is her.”

[powerandcontrxl-blog]

                    amorette’s eyes scan over the apartment just to give it a quick once over, more out of her own curiosity more than anything. it’s homey, small and quaint enough that she feels content to be here. she waits until amy is done talking to the babysitter before they’re finally by themselves.                      “i’m sure she’ll be a delight. she loves you a lot i’m sure amy.” the blonde assures her, although she’s never met her daughter before she’s sure aspen’s love is unconditional towards amy no matter what.                     the excitement in amy’s movements is more profound as they walk into aspen’s little nursery and a smile stretches across amorette’s lips. the fact she was so excited, so happy to see her daughter, her pride and joy made the frenchwoman’s heart swell in joy.                      “oh--” she pauses for a second, taking in the sight of aspen in her arms; her eyes lighting up in excitement as she carefully approaches as not to disturb the baby in her arms.                      “amy she’s gorgeous... look at her...” amorette cooes, leaning in a little closer to her daughter.                     “hi there sweetheart...” she whispers “your mommy has told me so much about you...”

[mcdiumship-deactivated20160725]

                    “oh,  that must be interesting!”  not that amy knew a thing about it.  she’d never set foot inside of an art gallery or an art museum.  a person could show her the painting of mona lisa,  and she’d have no idea that it was famous or something just anyone should have been able to recognize.

                    “well,  i think that’s the best kind of mother.”  a brief pause,  a short smile.  “but i think i’m probably a little biased on that,  considering…”  a thin set of shoulders lift up in another shrug.

                    when amorette agrees to the spontaneous plan,  she easily lights up as if she were a child herself.  rising up from the chair she’d been sitting in,  her fingers are quick to intertwine with the blonde’s as if she were intent to tug and pull her all the way to the tiny apartment.  but it’s not like the touchiness is new.

                    “i’m sure that she’s asleep.  well,  i hope that she is,  because she was up pretty much all of last night crying.  and babies are always more appealing when they’re half asleep and bumbly.”

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                    “it is, she’s very good at dealing in art.” the blonde agreed with a soft nod of her head, maybe one day she would take amy to see her sister’s gallery, that was if veronique would be able to keep her mouth shut for five seconds. the thought elicited a soft chuckle from her lips.                      “no, you’re not biased at all. it definitely makes the best kind of mother although maybe now i’m the one being biased considering i’m talking about my own mother too.” she jokes, shrugging along with amy.                      amorette almost jumps out of her skin at the sudden contact that takes her by surprise, she always forgets how touchy-feely amy can get with people but she doesn’t mind. she can’t get rid of the grin on her face when their fingers intertwine and gives her hand a little squeeze.                      “they are quite cute when they’re half asleep. hopefully she was able to get some rest while you were out today.”

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                    it was nice to hear the other woman talk about her sister,  even if it hit with her a tiny pain of guilt that she had left all of hers behind with her coven.  not that they had had it like she had.  her older sisters had been happily married with their partners,  nothing like herself,  oblivious to amy’s former relationship.  but she still loved them and missed them on a daily basis,  there was nothing to erase that.

                    “really?  what’s her job?  my sisters were––  like me,  i guess.  we all liked to stay at home.”  she doesn’t offer much more than that out of the small  (  though,  honestly,  fairly unreasonable  )  fear that the blonde might offer some form of judgment on her own family situation.

                    “you’re right,  i have PLENTY of time.”  she agrees with a nod of her head.

                    amy hesitates to answer amorette for a moment.  she liked being around amorette,  after all,  and tended to be the worst at goodbyes  ––  even small ones.  she glances down at her fingers for a moment,  before an idea comes to mind,  and she doesn’t think before vocalizing it.

                    “i don’t want you to have to walk home alone––”  there’s only a brief pause.  “i mean, you could always go home with me.  you wouldn’t have to walk home alone,  and you could meet aspen!”

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                   “she works as an art director.” the blonde replied with a twitch of her smile, her sister really had little to no spare time while running her gallery. she was a perfectionist and because of her over working had almost ended up in the hospital a handful of times. but she didn’t disclose that, she didn’t think it was appropriate.                     “that’s fair enough, my mother stayed home a lot of her life, although she was looking after us. but i’m not one to judge.” she admits, licking her lips a little. she was enjoying amy’s company too much to want to be able to say goodbye. but she knew she had aspen at home and would need to take care of her too.                     amorette’s eyes light up, sparkle at the mention of going home with her, especially at thought of being able to spend time with her daughter too. a broad smile spread across her lips, unable to contain her excitement as it bubbled up inside of her.                     “i’d love to. that would be wonderful. i can’t wait to meet aspen!”

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                    “i’m starting to think that most people are that way,  but no one really likes to admit it. but,  i kinda like not doing too much.  people always talk about…  stopping and smelling the roses,  and that type of thing.  it makes me just think that i like my life in that sort of fashion.”  that was a big maybe.

                    she watches for a moment as the skin disappeared, and was left wondering if a tattoo would look that good on her.  there was no denying that amorette was incredibly beautiful  ––  that was just a simple fact of life,  really  ––  and amy was rather certain that she was plain in comparison.  not necessarily unattractive or any worse for it,  but merely:  plain.  and she probably always would be,  as long as she thought like that.

                    “i’ll certainly be struggling.  there’s no doubt about that.”  she chuckles.  “i just don’t know what part of it i’ll be struggling with just yet.”

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                   “no i agree. a lot of people are like that and then they don’t want to admit it. it’s refreshing to hear we’re quite similar in that aspect.” amorette laughed a little, relaxing back into her chair while she finishes off the last drop of her coffee in the cup she’s holding.                     “my sister is the complete opposite, she’s a workaholic, never takes a break for herself. it’s a little ridiculous.” the blonde admitted. although she wasn’t going to admit she never got along with veronique, ever. they were too different, her sister was too stubborn, working herself to exhaustion. but amy didn’t really have to know that. at least not yet. unless she had the misfortune of meeting her.                    amorette catches the way amy’s eyes linger on the now hidden tattoo and it stretches a smile across her lips. she was definitely someone she felt at ease around, a beautiful young woman. although she may have looked somewhat plain to others, amorette had to admit it worked in her favour and it added to amy’s charm that was so alluring to amorette. she cleared her throat, focusing back on the conversation at hand.                    “well you don’t have to get it straight away. you can always think about it until you know what you really want.” the blonde shrugged her shoulders, sitting upright in her chair now.                     “if it’s getting late for you, how about i walk you home? i don’t think we’re far from each other.”