all we do is hide away

"Inside each of us, there is the seed of both good and evil. It's a constant struggle as to which one will win. And one cannot exist without the other." 

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08/50 days of clexa ›› thirteen ↳ the eyes see what the heart loves.

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jessielawrences‌:

jessie smiles and they moved to climb over beside saffron. they pressed their back against the blonde’s front and they let out a quiet hum. as soon as they feel saffron’s warm breath against the back of their neck, they shiver. biting into their lip, jessie grabbed one of saffron’s hands and wrapped her arm around their waist. their skin feels warm and they chewed on the inside of their cheek for the moment. their fingertips trace against the back of saffron’s hand and jessie brings said hand up to press a kiss to her palm. they kiss against each of saffron’s fingers and takes a deep breath. looking over their shoulder, they let their gaze flicker over the blonde’s features. their heart is racing and they remember when they slept together. both of them had been high… or was it drunk? either way, they remember it very clearly. and they wanted it to happen again. they wanted to kiss saffron and wants them to tremble together.

without much of a word, they just smile and turn away from her. they were ready to kiss saffron just then, but they’d pace themselves for now. reaching over, they turn on their music and close their eyes once they hear the soothing sounds. all music was soothing for them. it kept them sane most of the time, it was part of their job. they found the most relaxing music for their clients when giving them their massages. whether it was just the massage, or there was more to it. sometimes it was more than the massage – which they knew they signed up for, but they would never get used to. they’d never speak to saffron about what else happened with their job.

chewing on the inside of their cheek, they continue to play with their best friend’s fingers and they grin, nipping at her fingertips, playfully. jessie looks back over their shoulder and giggles as their gaze matches saffron’s, “relax,” they whisper and brushes their fingertip over her nose. “we’re just cuddling, right?” they breathe out and rest their foreheads together for just a moment. warm breathe hits their lips and they turn onto their other side so they’re even closer to the blonde. jessie slips a leg between both of saffron’s, unvoluntarily pressing their hips flush together. jessie blushes and they hide their face in the crook of saffron’s neck.

with a content albeit ragged sigh, saffron wrapped an arm around the smaller frame. it was strange and nice how perfectly her own body fit around the other. pressed flush against their back, she knew that she was going to lose all sense of reality. inadvertently, her body was slowly giving her away though she could argue that it was the cold from having just showered. not the fact that their back was now against her voluptuous chest. every single intricate movement they made was only further pushing saffron over the edge. the last couple of days had been challenging for her. the fact that she and skylar worked in the same place was never easy. seeing the woman was always bearing on her. and then there was the beautiful and wonderful person in her arms-- and the things they now did to her body now and every other day. she was growing exhausted with pretending she had it all together. she didn't.

it showed with how reactive she was-- the shivering that followed when full plush lips pressed to her skin. saffron was one to follow the rules. rules kept her in line and from falling down that slippery slope. drugs and alcohol-- they always beckoned for her. they called out her name. much more than a simple glass or two of wine when a client requested her to join them. rules made it sure that saffron didn't sleep with the wrong people and lose her job. but now her head was heavy and airy. it was a high of its own and jessie was the cause of it. the soft melodic sounds spilling around them did little to deter her. relaxing? not a chance. not then.

“uh huh.” her reply was weak. it was didn't hold any real depth. that restless feeling only worsened with each second. their closeness and that underlying sweetness of jessie's carefree disposition was enough to set her ablaze. bright blues flickered opened when her best friend turned around completely. a soft grunt echoed, easily hidden by the clearing of her throat. her heart continued its erratic beating. it wasn't always like this. jessie was her friend. they were someone she trusted dearly but times like these blurred the lines. one currently was their legs intertwined. they were so damn close. so. close. and saffron felt a familiar-- but rare throbbing between her thighs. had she just imagined that they were even closer? she couldn't have with how jessie now hid away. “don't,” she muttered, her voice was low. it was carried a depth that the brit wasn't familiar with as of late. desire was not something she acted on-- not her own. she was always bending to other's wishes. testing the water, her fingertip trailed along over the fabric of their shirt-- running along their back.  “don't look away from me...”

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skylar-baudin‌:

Saffron’s body was one she had seen many, many times, sometimes casual, sometimes not, always with pure unadulterated affection in her eyes. And now the other woman was hiding it with embarrassment, pulling further into herself with each passing second. The cracks in her heart was growing exponentially, because not once did she ever think this would happen. Feeling such shame that hiding felt necessary to… protect yourself. Deep, underlying sadness was evident in the way her facial features softened with her lip trembling, wanting to say something to have Saffron not feel like this, wanting her to be okay more than anything in the world. But how could she be the cure when she was the source? Songs about heartbreak rang all too true now, once thinking of them as silly. Oh God, how things had changed. “Baby –…” The pet name would never not fall from her lips, despite where they stood with each other. “I loved you before I knew what love was and…” A sharp exhale escaped her. “And I don’t know how to be mates with you without wanting to kiss you all the time.” The sun was barely peeking out over the water but she found it an impossibility to enjoy it. Bitterness constricted her throat, because God, she wanted to. “We can’t do that to each other. We just can’t.” Biting her lower lip in frustration, she drew in a deep breath and rested her thumbs around the belt loops of her pants. Her tone was laced with a rare softness that hardly fit her. “Yeah. There’s always someone. I hope you have yourself a good time tonight…”

The blonde had been in love twice in her life. Two times, she'd fallen so wholeheartedly that her heart quivered with the mere utterance of her own name. A simple hello was enough to have done it. Saffron had loved two people-- and both of those were the woman in front of her. Once was the girl that she'd been best friends with-- the one that knew almost every detail about her. The same one that had seen her cry when she'd fallen and scraped her knee. The one that had kissed it and made her smile through the tears with a cheeky little girl. Then there was the girl that had first kissed her lips. Saffron fell for her all over again. She'd seen her in such a different light that everything else just faded except for them. It was supposed to stay that way but it hadn't. And now, they weren't even friends. Saffron didn't know what to make of it. She swallowed hard. Baby. Why was that still so easy when nothing else was? It stung. “I know...” She sighed. There wasn't a moment she didn't want to kiss Skylar. There wasn't a moment that she didn't want to let herself freely love her again. There wasn't a moment she didn't want to reacquaint herself with every inch of that beautiful brown skin. But they couldn't. “You're not the only one, Sky,” she admitted, giving a half-smile and shrug. “I feel it, too, believe me I do but I know that we can't. Not now...” She left it at that, knowing that kept the door cracked with a mere pebble. It wasn't wide opened with promises she knew Skylar couldn't make nor was she still in any place to do so either. But it was enough of a maybe. A someday. “I'll try... but they're not...” Her shoulders moved into a rocky formation once more. “Goodnight, Skylar...” Wordlessly, she gathered her belongings before brushing by her ex-girlfriend.

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jessielawrences‌:

a breeze hits them as they step out of the shower and they get a sneak peek of their best friend doing the same thing. the towel is tightened up around their tiny frame, and it still feels like they’re on some sort of high. well, they would be… in a little while. they always have a little something before getting to work on clients. jessie hums as they walk past saffron, purposefully brushing against her back they do so. bending over, they grab their bag from beside their bed and they roll their shoulders because that shower didn’t help at all. tension was still building up inside of their body and they just needed a release. 

clearly working out was not their go-to for this particular sort of tension anymore. pouting, jessie turns and pulls on a pair of underwear paired with a tank top, but nothing else. the towel is hung up and they fall back against their best friend’s bed because they just… wanted to. a smile curls at their full lips when saffron enters the room and jessie’s arching their back off of the bed before they cross their ankles, “can we cuddle?” they ask the blonde and gives her the pout. the pout to end all of them. the pout that saffron cannot possibly resist this time around. “i’m feelin’ little spoony this time…” / @saffrondavics​

saffron was slowly but scantily dressed in her favorite pink boxers and camisole. they were comfortable-- something that made her feel most like herself versus the escort that had to “wine” and dine people with such polished charm. of course, that was if she was fortunate enough before jumping into bed with them. money spoke volumes. it helped pay off any debt her father and mother obtained with their restaurant in savannah. it did a lot. and if she was honest, it was nice distracting herself from other things she wanted. one of those said things had brushed past her moments prio with bare skin touching one another. it had brought her chest to an immediate rise. her breathing stilled for a moment. 

shite, she tried to look away as they redressed. her best friend. hell, when they were in the shower too. it was impossible to not think of a time when she'd seen that body in all its glory in a much different context. she could tell herself time and time again that it was the alcohol. hell, it could have even been the cocaine that flooded through her body that night. but she knew that was untrue and thankfully-- her nose wouldn't grow in size with every time she tried to convince herself otherwise. the truth was she'd been attracted to jessie from the moment she'd met them. their petite and feisty stature was contrary to what she'd wanted for herself in times past. clearing her throat, she finally did tear her gaze from their body.  

nights like these were exactly what called for a sudden walk. however, she couldn't use that excuse as they'd both just gotten back from working out. a client? she'd already said she was calling it quits for the day and maybe the next. being back in her room was supposed to make her calm down. it was supposed to be her sanctuary but when jessie joined her on her bed, she knew it would be otherwise. swallowing a lump in her throat, she managed a smile. “-- yeah, we can cuddle,” she answered, falling back into the pillows. could they hear the nervous sigh that fell from their lips? would they be able to see how fast her heart beat? where were their pants? this wasn't helping.  “come here, love,” nipping at her bottom lip, she curled onto her side waiting to hold them. spoon them. that was somehow different.

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Nonverbal RP Starters

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I’m finding it difficult to find memes for nonverbal characters ( be they mute, or just not fond of talking ) so I thought I’d make a few!

Neutral

☝️ Tap my muse on the shoulder

👉 Point to something for my muse to see

🤙 Bump into my muse

😊 Sit down next to my muse

🤨 Sit down across from my muse

📓 Push/Slide [an object] across a table to my muse

✍️ Pass my muse a note

🙄 Roll their eyes at my muse

🚪 Tap on a table/door/wall/chair to get my muse’s attention without speaking

Aggressive

🐺 Growl at my muse

😬 Snarl/show teeth at my muse

😠 Death Glare at my muse

🙌 Push/Shove my muse

👊 Punch my muse

👖 Kick my muse in the shin

👠 Stomp on my muse’s foot

😵 Knee my muse in the gut

💀 Knee my muse in the groin

🔪 Point a weapon at my muse

🖕 Flip my muse the bird/a similar gesture

👔 Roughly pull my muse down by the collar

💢 Bang on a door/wall/table to get my muse’s attention- angrily

Angst

👩‍⚕️ Put pressure on my muse’s wound

🌡 Push my muse down to give them medical attention

🥣 Bring my muse soup/medicine when they are sick

🤢 Hold my muse’s hair back/Rub my muse’s back while they are sick/throwing up

👐 Hold my muse when they are badly wounded/dying

👁 Wake my muse up during a nightmare

🐱 Hold my muse after a nightmare

😭 Hold my muse when they are crying

😢Touch my muse’s shoulder while they are crying in secret

💧 Wipe away my muse’s tears

💥 Try to calm my muse during an overwhelming emotional moment

⛈ Find my muse after some kind of trauma

Soft

👕 Tug on my muse’s sleeve/shirt/skirt

🐈 Lean against my muse’s side

🤝 Hold my muse’s hand

🤗 Pull my muse into a hug

🐕 Rest their head on my muse’s shoulder/knee

🐶 Nuzzle my muse with their nose [specify a location]

✋ Touch the back of my muse’s hand

🤝 Reach for my muse’s hand to hold it

👗 Fix/Straighten my muse’s clothes

😴 Stand by the bed to see if my muse will let you under the covers with them

🛌 Crawl under the covers with my muse

🥪 Set a plate/tray/bowl of food down for my muse

😚 Kiss my muse on the cheek

Playful

🌸 Put a flower in my muse’s hair

✨ Playfully shove my muse’s shoulder

💃 Pull my muse onto a dance floor/up to dance

🤞 Come up beside them and tap the shoulder opposite where they’re standing

😈 Jump out of the shadows to scare/startle my muse

😛 Stick their tongue out at my muse

😱 Make a silly face at my muse

🤭 Tickle my muse

👃 Poke my muse’s nose

💪 Pick my muse up

Sensual/Sexual

💘 Pull my muse in for a rough kiss

💕 Pull my muse in for a tender kiss

💞 Pull my muse in for a messy/desperate kiss

💖 Lean in to give my muse a sweet/chaste kiss

❤️ Lean in to give my muse a tender kiss

🔥 Pull my muse down by the collar/by their clothes - in a sexy way

😉 Pull my muse in by the hips

😲 Smack my muse’s butt

💋 Kiss my muse’s neck

👌 Push my muse down and give them a massage

👙 Pull [an article of clothing] off my muse

👀 Push my muse down on the bed

👄 Pull my muse onto the bed

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she’s been reading over something she wrote weeks ago and stopped working on when she arrived back in eden. her fingers raked through her hair and saffron had joined her about halfway through, but since that, they hadn’t spoken. when nadine got into her work, she didn’t look up from her laptop until she actually had to. unless someone shouted at her or unless she had the laptop taken away or jackson grabbed her and threw him over his shoulder. 

right now, though, her mind was far too messy. and it was far too quiet in the room. a hum escapes her as she bites down on the end of her bed and she closes her eyes, pressing her hands against her temples. the brunette wanted to cry, she wanted to scream and cry and throw things and… she couldn’t. nadine couldn’t do any of those things, but she could turn to saffron. saffron. her lips parted and she looked up from her laptop, trying to find her. nadine suddenly barks out a laugh when she sees the silly face that’s being made in her direction.

“how long has your face been like that?” nadine snorts and covers her mouth. “you’re an idiot… jesus,” she murmurs and tosses the pen at her friend.

nonverbal rp starters | playful -  😱 Make a silly face at my muse.

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“Okay! I may.” Carina started, drawing out the may for emphasis. “May have watched IT and now I can’t sleep.” She chuckled a little sheepishly, as she hovered near one of the chairs in the lounge. “I also am not really keen on being alone incase that clown tries to murder me so do you mind if I sit with you for a while?”

Saffron stared at the other for a moment. Judgment was etched across her pale features. “Why would you do that, Car,” she asked, playfully shaking her head. Personally, there was no way that she would be that much of a masochist-- and she was an escort. “As long as we can find some junk food because I'm starving. And it's my cheat day. I've uh... I've more than earned it.” 

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skylar-baudin‌:

“I know,” Skylar answered lowly, almost letting out a sigh afterward. Her tone, even in just two simple words, was laced with heaviness. Nails dug into her arms more. The awkwardness was deafening and she hardly wanted to quell in it. She missed being able to joke like this with reciprocation, but now it was just – not the same. Best friends forever, she once said not being able to imagine anything else back then. Oh how things had changed. Simultaneously for the better and worse. The break-up was necessary for the woman she loved to heal herself. It was a silent, important reminder even when she found herself hating everything about this. “Yes,” she answered simply like it was the most obvious thing in the world. Taking a step closer, she found herself at a loss for words. That was a rare sight for a woman who always knew what to say. Damn you for the inability to lie to that stupid, beautiful face, she internally reprimanded herself. Biting her lower lip, she took in a deep breath. “Baby, I don’t know. There’s all of this… history and –…” There was a pause as she swallowed heavily. “… we almost kissed last week, God’s sake. I wish I had a better answer for you. I really do.”

Saffron's lungs slowly filled with warm humid air. If she breathed in any harder, she was sure she'd end up with bronchitis. Though, in all actuality, she didn't actually know how one was even ailed with the sickness. The woman before her wasn't wrong. Just a few days prior, they'd nearly kissed beneath the stars while confessions fell from those same untouched lips. That certainly wasn't something that one engaged in with someone that was truly just a friend. With everything that happened between them, there was just too much. “I guess I uh... I get it,” she weakly responded, tightening her grasp on her chest. She suddenly became more aware of her body and its exposure to the other. Everything she felt or experienced grew so exponentially that she didn't know what to do with herself. For someone that could lie with sometimes married men and women alike-- she was at a loss. “I mean, I don't really get it, but I have to...” After nearly tarnishing all the good that had come from their relationship, she owed her that much. As though nothing had occurred-- that these heavy moments didn't continue to rear their head between them, she let out a staggering breath. Behind it was a small laugh that she forced out to keep from crying. “Not really feeling that swim anymore... I think I'm going to uh get dressed and maybe find... well, uh someone. You know there's uh... there's always someone waiting... I should definitely do that.”  

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xneonxlitelyx‌:

Stumbling through the door way, Litely groaned as she hit her shoulder on the wooden frame. That’s what she got for trying to put her shoes on standing up, she mused sourly as she managed to get the retched heel on with one last hop, glad no one was around to witness the spectacle. And, okay, maybe the bottle of scotch she finished off in her dressing room after her shift might of had something to do with it; but hey, it was a free country and she was off the clock. She had even managed to make herself decent - somewhat, throwing a small silk robe over her otherwise barely covered body. Bracing herself, she slipped out the back door of the now quiet establishment, letting it slam shut behind her. It was a good thing adventure may as well of been her middle name, because now came the hard part; getting home.

Saffron had just finished with a client that made her feel all kinds of gross. He was an older male that begged her to call him daddy. She still cringed at the notion that she would partake in that-- especially even more that she caved. If it meant she would get a bigger tip, she wasn't going to keep him from his fantasy. Standing outside, she felt the cool air hit her face. It was clear that Fall was well underway. The salt of the ocean certainly contradicted her idea of what this time of year was supposed to be. It still that had that exotic feel to it. Though, her thoughts were brushed to the back of her mind as she spotted a familiar face-- amongst other things. Rarely did Saffron bend the rules, but a client had wanted her-- and Litely. Apparently, she'd seen the dancer and had to have her as well. She paid more than enough for the both of them and Saffron only felt mildly wrong. “Uh... hey. Are you alright, love,” she asked, averting her gaze. Just because she'd seen it all before didn't mean she had a right to again. “You seem a little...” She trailed off before demonstrating her wobbly state.

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anyone you got an eye on not as an escort?

“Maybe. Yes. But I’m a professional. I’ve learned to separate myself from any desires I may have. So, I suppose uh... it doesn’t really matter.” 

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If you had sex with the last thing you googled how would it go?

“How long are swordfish? That’s uh... that’s exponentially awkward.”