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@predatcry
so i've been feeling extremely low, and while i'm not deleting this account it is archived. there will be no new posts here. for all purposes this blog and character have been retired. i will be checking here periodically to contact people for skypes and such but it's come to a point where i cannot properly write for this character anymore, so i'm not. i'm not gonna drag this out and try and clutch onto whatever muse i have left. it's been fun though, really.
❝ I never fucking said it was…. ❞
❝then w h y are you making a big deal out of it? shit happens.❞
❝ it's a fuckin' bruise it's not life threatening.❞
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❛❛I’m afraid to tell you…❜❜ She says softly, her voice barely audible in it’s scared and uncertain vulnerability. The blonde forces herself to look at her, and she’s trembling. ❛❛I want to be with you❜❜ Rhiannon squeaks, her gaze immediately moving away from the other girl’s face. She’s wringing her hands, her face flushing in embarrassment and shame.
❛❛And I don’t w-want you…I don’t want you to kiss or b-be with any other guys or girls Rocky…I just…I want you to only be with me...❜❜
She feels like she’s gonna throw up, her head is reeling. She hates feeling like this, so vulnerable and open. She’s never admitted out loud that she’s even remotely attracted to girls & yet here she is; practically professing her love for her father’s protege.❛❛I’ve never ever told anyone…but I’m bisexual. I thought if I ignored it it’d go away…I was scared—-I’m still scared. I want to be with you—-but I’m afraid of dealing with the consequences of admitting that I…like girls.❜❜
Rhiannon stops talking, bracing herself for rejection and disgust.
rhiannon's words are never as well delivered as freddie's. she assumes that's something that comes with age, due to her lacking the same talent. her harsh facial features soften as she listened to the blonde's admission. this is new for her. after all, this is the boss's daughter. there was hesitancy, mainly because above anything else rocky wanted to keep her safe. the leather clad girl never had any shame in admitting her attraction to both genders. so she had no idea what the poor fashion designer was going through. she had no parents to worry about, no opinions, just freedom. the silence that comes may seem uneasy on rhiannon, but it's contemplative for rocky. slowly, the petite punk brings the girl in for an embrace, lithe, toned arms wrapping around her. ❝you want me with you? i ain't goin' anywhere. promise.❞
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Send me a '✖' and my muse will react to yours grabbing their butt.
❝well fuck darlin’ if you wanted me why didn’t you just say something?❞
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Rhiannon tries to come up with something; anything but the truth; on the spot and manages to blurt out. ❛❛I haven’t been able to come up with any ideas for a design lately—-it’s like my brain is stuck. It’s very frustrating❜❜ This is not true, not at all. Rhiannon’s head is buzzing with millions of ideas. She sees inspiration every where she goes. But now—-the blonde wonders if she can use her lie as a metaphor. She smiles at her, softly.
Her hands are trembling and she clasps them together in an attempt to control them, ❛❛Sometimes I come up with designs in my head that push the envelope a little…some people would probably hate them but isn’t that what fashion design is about?Taking risks regardless of what other people might say? Isn’t that what life is about?…D’you see what I’m saying?❜❜
Oh god, she’s not making any sense of course she probably has no clue what you’re trying to say. Rhi lets out a soft frustrated grunt, massaging her temples and bowing her head low. Why can’t she just say it?!
❛❛Never mind, I’m sorry Rocky.I don’t know what I’m rambling ‘bout❜❜
the way rhiannon seems to slip and s l i d e over her words amuses the young protege far more than she'd ever dare let on. the ravenette doesn't know the first thing about fashion, but she listens to the golden haired girl as if it's the most important thing in the world... although she isn't getting her frustration. rocket pauses when she realizes that there is something going on that's more than a conversation of something as basic as the fabric and style of clothing. for whatever reason she's talking freedom. ❝fashion is expression, yeah? complete and utter expression. a paintin's material cousin. whenever someone expresses something, you can make damn sure people will hate it.❞ with that she grips the girl's shoulder reassuringly, dark brown eyes watching her. ❝...what are ya tryin' to express?❞
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❛❛I’m perfectly f-fine!❜❜ the blonde replies a bit too quickly, wringing her hands. She’s confused & frightened by the feelings she starting to develop for her father’s beloved protege. She probably sees you like a sister for gods sake Rhiannon if she knows how you feel she’ll be disgusted.
the word fine and rhiannon go along as well as rocket and the words upper class. it just doesn't, especially when it comes to this blonde describing her feelings as fine. may be it's just the fact rocket's a woman but she knows better. scratching the back of her neck, the protege knows there's some thing amiss. ❝just talk to me blondie, what's goin' on?❞
Send me a '✖' and my muse will react to yours grabbing their butt.
❛good,❜ said freddie lowly. ❛that means you’re not a blindin’ idiot.❜
freddie wasn’t a fool; he had a great intuition, which was the only reason he was as successful as he was, considering he was incredibly headstrong.
he kept his eyes on the men ahead of them. ❛keep a sharp eye, my son… they are going to fuck us over.❜ a sniff. ❛which was why i didn’t give ‘em the real skag.❜
the hair on her arm was raised as she eyed the joint carefully. she nodded at his words, glad that her suspicion wasn't off. her heart was pounding as dark brown eyes watched the men before her. there wasn't a doubt in her mind about their betrayal. it just made her grip the gun tighter. ❝ don't take another step. they got snipers, three of them.❞
+ predatcry
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❛❛You think I care who you hang out with? B-Because I don’t, you can be friends with and d-date anybody you want to Rocky; I’m not going to stop you I have no reason to care❜❜ Rhiannon rambles, her face flushed as she struggles to come off as nonchalant and relaxed.
she let out a heavy sigh, and feels responsible. the ravenette is trying to keep her boss's daughter safe at all costs. even if that means from her, ❝rhi, stop,❞ the nineteen year old gently rested her hand on the blonde's shoulders, ❝...are you feelin' alright?❞
there's this g n a w i n g feeling from behind her skin, she can't tell if it's the urge to fuck or tear everything to pieces. there's this sense of violence in the air, for once though she's questioning everything. including that deal. ❝freddie, i got a bad feelin',❞
You think Freddie'd give a fuck if ya died? After all, he's got his daughter. Why the fuck does he need you?
❝ have you met freddie or rhiannon? i mean. she’s a fuckin’ terrible shot and her running the old man’s business is fucking hilarious. truth fully? he doesn’t need me at all, but he sees… somethin’ in me, and if i died i don’t think he’d… well, he’d care obviously, but this lifestyle ain’t exactly known for longevity.❞
⌠ take the trip to h e l l with me ⌡
❝ maybe i just want to be taken care of for once instead of it being the other way around.❞
nothing pisses me off more than someone telling me my character's orientation.
❝i don't broker deals babe. i'm just the little birdie that sparks hate.❞
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