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@qvintcssence
texts || sky & tanner
Sky: hi...
Sky: dumb question but um, are you okay ??
Tanner: Hello, love. Typically, I would dissuade this particular line of thinking, but seeing as my girlfriend has yet to come home, I'd say I'm quite dissatisfied. How about you?
@qvintcssenceââ ( for tanner )
sky wasnât sure why she had asked tanner to go out with her tonight, she wouldâve been perfectly fine on her own, sheâd lived that way long enough, after all. it also wouldâve been less awkward, lately she spent more time at work and crashing from highs on astarothâs floor couch than she did at home. and then there was the whole thing with her sister that she had little interest in explaining. maybe it had something to do with skyâs love of fireworks, the holiday held little meaning to her, but the sights, they calmed and thrilled her. bright colorful light to her otherwise dreary existence. like tanner. two things she knew she dearly loved, even with the emotions replaced by a dull ache, she remembered them.
having found a secluded spot overlooking the entire town long ago, sky knew it was the perfect spot to go. and maybe sheâd infused a little magic to widen the view even more, what was the point of all her power if she rarely got to use it ?? settling next to tanner on one of the blankets sheâd laid out among her makeshift campground, her gaze shot from the fire, up to the colors exploding in the sky, a hint of a smile on her lips. â this time of year always makes me a little homesick, you know ?? â she mused quietly, shutting down all the bothersome lights of civilization blocking her their view with a simple wave of her hand. â i was living in china when mankind first discovered how to do all this, it was fascinating to see, you wouldâve liked it. for all the blunders, there are those rare brilliant few from time to time. â like her. the nephalemâs eyes eventually landed on her before she sighed and bit into her lip after a few silent moments. â look i know this hasnât ever been easy, especially lately, but i am glad youâre here. â
She was surprised that Sky had asked her here. Not unhappy, just⊠bewildered. Ever since she had given her soul, moments like these had nearly ceased to exist. It was a foreign feelingâbeing estranged from the person she loved most. It felt a little like being stuck on the outside looking in at what her life used to be except every part of Sky was as fractured and wounded as her heart.
There was a time where unhappiness was just the way of life. She stayed invisible, emotions buried so deep she could hardly identify them at all. A small part of her wished she could revert to that now, but meeting Sky had colored her world so beautifullyâso inordinately wondrous that she could hardly regress now. No, she wouldnât surrender to circumstance regardless of how hard Sky tried. If there was an answer, she would find it, for moments like these would not exist without hope, and as tragic as it was, lying with the broken pieces of Sky topped living with the shell of who sheâd become any day.
She could do it though. She could live without Sky. Sheâd done it before, and if it came down to it, the bodyâs natural instinct to survive would come through. Sheâd live⊠but she didnât want to. Not like that. There was happiness before Sky, and thereâd be happiness after her too. Ryder would make sure of that, but the happiness because of her? That was irreplaceable. And the loss was devastating. But tonight? Tonight was almost normal. Tonight was theirs.
Almost.
âItâs beautiful,â she answered, voice soft and small. âI understand the chemistry behind it all, of course, but thereâs nothing quite like invention. Seeing it come to fruition for the very first time would have certainly been something. Itâs hard to believe that all thisââ Her eyes stayed locked on the view, for looking at Sky and not being able to kiss her was simply unbearable. ââstemmed from bamboo tossed into fire.â
She stuck to the facts; to certainties. It had been a long time since something as simple as holding hands or kissing was even remotely questionable, and it left Tanner both stiff and heartbroken. What were the rules? Tonight, she felt vulnerable and honest, but what did that mean? Was it some sort of breakthrough? If so, what had caused it? Were there new parameters? Was she coming home? Tanner couldnât bear to ask.
She stayed quiet, letting her words sink in. There was so much yet so little to unpack, and she wasnât sure she wanted to analyze them at all. The probability of nostalgia answering her questions was too much. Tonight, she wanted to live.
It was easier said than done, with her mind. But it wasnât impossible. She bit her lips together as though to collect herself and looked down, despite feeling her girlfriends eyes bearing into her. Slowly, hesitantly, her hand inched towards Skyâs. Her fingers trailed gently against her skin, sliding across her wrist and slipping beneath her palm. She drew a slow circle into her palm, before interlocking their fingers loosely. It was a calculated risk. Sky could pull away at any second, and it would leave her even more shattered and broken than moments before. Or, she could hold on. She could grant her this one moment before she did whatever she had to do to shut it all out. Had it been anyone else, she wouldnât have done it. But Sky was worth it. She was worth the risk, and she was worth the wait, and however it shook out, she was worth the pain. She was worth it, worth it, worth it. She was worth everything. So she held her hand, and with baited breath, she said, âMe too.â
@qvintcssenceââ ( for ashton )
â if you canât do it for yourself, then do it for me. do it because i need you. â
âPlease donât,â Ashton said. Her voice was meager and weak, sounding about as small as she felt. Her hands shook, and she wrung them together but the nerves persisted. None of this was supposed to happen. She wasnât supposed to have a sister. She wasnât supposed to have someone counting on her. All she ever wanted was friends, and she found them. She had a family and so, so, much more... but it was a stupid dream. Now she had people to lose; people to hurt. People to disappoint. âPlease donât ask me like thatâlike I have a choice. I never have a choice.â She hesitated, shifting on her feet. Her lip trembled with anxiety, swallowing the fear that lived in her stomach. âHeâsâheâs going to hurt you. Hurt us.â Â
@qvintcssenceââ ( for rory )
â you really still content staring daggers at me ?? you really need to get over it, girl, it wasnât even me. â
âIâm not staring,â Rory protested, a little too quickly to be convincing. She hated giving him anything more than what heâd taken, but trying to stomach the lie was worse. âAt least, not because of that.â It made her nervous, just talking to him. Moving to New York came with a freedom that encapsulated her so fully, she knew she was going to be okay. Meeting Sam completed her in such a way that sheâd never think of him again. But here he was.Â
âI just donât get it,â she admitted. âYou couldâve gone anywhere but youâre here. I mean, you never talked about New York before, so... Why are you here?âÂ
@qvintcssenceââ ( for rory )
â iâm not sure what iâm supposed to feel. â
âWell, what do you feel right now?â Rory asked, her eyes falling upon the woman, sincere and unprying.
There was something different about Sky lately. She was darker and more cynical. She always had a bit of edge to her, but not like this. She felt almost emptyâdisparaging in ways that Rory had never seen. âDonât think about anyone else. Just you.â
Tj Williams â [Open]
âHey there,â Tj grinned, incapable of masking the smugness that often accompanied it. He tilted his head as though he knew something you didnât, all while keeping his chest puffed and head held high. Even with the deep lacerations to the right side of his face, his confidence remained at an all time high. His right eye stung red, and it was already beginning to purple, but he paid no mind. âDid ya miss me?âÂ
@qvintcssenceâ (for Jay) âDamn, it! I still have issues admitting that I could use others helpâ
âI think the same could be said about most people,â Jay said, coming up behind the woman. Her hair was tied up in a messy bun, and she was sure there was about 30 different samples of saliva absorbed into her pretty lilac scrubs, but she didnât much mind. She kept to herself most days, but the strangerâs frustration brought out her desire to help; to do good.Â
âSorry,â she waved awkwardly. âI couldnât help but overhear.âÂ
@qvintcssenceââ ( for liv )
â if you have something to say, spit it out. â
Liv wasnât like her siblings. She wasnât going to cry, or scream, or beg for her motherâs soul back. She wasnât going to exhaust herself day after day, searching endlessly for a solution she wasnât sure existed. No, this was her motherâs mess, and no one could clean it up but her.
âAlright,â she accepted, somewhere between amused and angry. âYouâre an asshole.â Anger won.
@qvintcssenceââ ( for ashton )
â up here all alone⊠wanna talk about it ?? â
Ashton jerked, surprised by the question. It wasnât often that people addressed her, and when they did, it always caught her off guard. âOh,â she said, gripping the edges of her book. âThatâs okay. Iâm usually alone.âÂ
Her eyes shifted back to her book, ready for the conversation to end, but then, she hesitated. The woman was a complete and total stranger, and though it was unlikely that she would notice or care, lies made her uncomfortableâeven the unintentional ones.
âWell, thatâs not true,â she admitted. âI have a girlfriend. At least I think sheâs my girlfriend.â Her brows furrowed, but she didnât dwell. âWe spend a lot of time together, but Iâm alone today.â The truth. She thought it would put her at ease, but it didnât. Not entirely. âIâm just used to it is all.â She looked away, unsure of what to say next. She contemplated saying nothing at all, but for whatever reason, she felt she could talk to the woman. She hadnât even realized she needed to before she asked.Â
âItâs best that way.âÂ
@qvintcssenceââ ( for peyton )
â donât change the subject. â
âIâm not,â she insisted, crossing her arms and eying her firmly. She could be excruciatingly stubborn at times, and no one knew that better than Sara. âIâm moving on. Thereâs a difference.âÂ
@qvintcssenceââ ( for tanner )
â guess we have to spend some quality time together. â
âI suppose so, though itâs still unclear how exactly you might be of assistance,â she said indifferently.Â
@qvintcssenceââ ( for rory )
â you seriously have no shame, do you ?? â
Rory looked at her, unsurprised by the question but amused nonetheless.Â
âWhy would I?â She replied, the hint of a grin tugging at her lips. âShame is just a trick for bullies to use when they think theyâre better than everyone else. But Iâm awesome so...âÂ
(Opened for all) âWhy must emotions make life more complicated than it already is?â
Riggs squinted in the sun, looking up from the ground. The question intrigued him. It wasnât something he had given much thought to or even something that particularly interested him. Perhaps it was his tranquil lifestyle or maybe it was the weedâeither way, he never got caught up on things for too long. These kinds of questions didnât have answersâat least not ones that people were looking for, and that kind of turbulence wasnât welcome in the house of Riggs.Â
He was laid out beneath a tree, legs crossed and hands folded against his belly. It grew warmer every day, and yet, he kept his hair long like his sleeves, finding an odd sense of comfort in the sticky heat that clung to his skin.Â
âLife is complex. Emotions are complex... Everythingâs complex.â He looked at her without cracking a smile. âAt least weâre not robotsâthough I do frequently dream about having laser eyes.âÂ