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[hearthymns]

❝ stealthy until the vanity attacked you, mr. dawson.❞ rose corrects, trying to remain composed but she can't help but giggle. more anxious butterflies coiling in her belly as their lips meet again.. happiness, fear, maybe even brief guilt caused by the brainwashing she's not allowed to be doing this. she should be somewhere unhappy, miserable, being ruled around by cal– all according to her witch for a mother. manicured thumb smooths the spot beneath his eye, the place where the cold still clings, her voice gentler now. ❝ you’re thawing, ❞ she decides, satisfied, ❝ but don't think for a second that means you're invincible. if my mother catches you, she won't et you die happy. she'll lecture you into the afterlife. ❞ rose jests, trying to make it a light hearted conversation even if it wasn't.

deep blues flicker to the sheer curtain wrapped around her bed like a princesses' palace, amused because it must be so different for a male to take in. ❝ it's for pretending the world ends at the lace, ❞ red haired girl answers, ❝ i close it when i want to forget everything that's outside. it works more often than you'd think. ❞ the smile on her face reaching her voice & when he asks about cookies, expression softens, the kind of softness that belongs to late nights and shared secrets. that have quite a lot of those... late nights and shared secrets. their meeting practically started that way. and from what she knows, she'll bring him something better than boxed pantry cookies. but she will play it off with a nod because she doesn't need to make him feel embarrassed for feeling hungry like she knows he is. ❝ chocolate chip, i can do that. ❞ she promises, punctuating her promise with a rosy smile before hopping up and disappearing through her doors.

. . .

the door quickly swings back open & rose reappears with cookies she popped in the oven, not homemade, but a little better than boxed... the refrigerator kind, the kind ruth rolls her eyes at because rose loves to sneak them in the cart every time since she's been little. and a warm plate of spaghetti from earlier she re-heated while the cookies were preparing themselves. her back pushes the door back. ❝ warm cookies here, ❞ rose places the plate down next to him on the bed, ❝ a pretty plate of spaghetti and homemade bread here. with our cups of warm tea here, ❞ she places the plates of food down and carefully grabs each tea cup out of between her arms to place those on her night stand. ❝ now jack, don't say i didn't have to do all of this.. you're always so kind to me, i know you'd do anything for me, so here's a little thank you. and i was about to eat dinner anyway, so we can picnic together. ❞ what kind of person would she be eating without him? that's just absurd. plus, it's her sneaky way of making sure he eats without again, embarrassing him. she goes back, locks the door then comes to carefully sit at the foot of her bed. ❝ how are you doing? warmer now? ❞

[seahymns]

having warmed up some and still waiting for rose to come back,  jack decides to occupy himself with something.   first,  he takes off his jacket and hides it underneath her bed where his boots are,  just in case ruth shows up.   pale blue eyes taking everything in,  twinkling in sheer wonderment.   no matter how many times he finds himself in rose’s kingdom,  he always finds it just as fascinating as it was the first time he got invited over.   everything is so pink and so cute.   turning his head to the side,  he realizes he’s got company —   a pale pink bunny and a cabbage patch doll sit with their backs pressed to the pillows.   he picks the doll up first,  smooths out her dress and straightens the bow in her hair.   “you got a name?”   he wonders out loud,  turning it over,  flipping it this way and that to try and see if it’s written anywhere.   of course,  it’s not.   dolls don’t come with name tags.   he tucks it in and gets a hold of the bunny next.   “hi there,  thumper.   or bugs,  or lola.”   he makes a mental note to himself to inquire about these two’s government names later.   

wrapped up in blankets,  he puts the bunny on his shoulder,  gets off the bed and shuffles over to the shelf on his right.   fingers itching to touch something,  anything,  he eyes up the little library and ends up reaching for a hardback copy of little women.   he pages through it,  looking for a dedication or a bookmark or dog-eared pages,  these signs that rose’s fingers have held and touched it,  too.   he puts it back where it belongs and moves over to the dresser on the other side of the room,  brushing his fingers against the whimsy canopy once more,  touching the toy box,  too.   oh,  this is the coolest room he’s ever been to!   “ohh,  flowers.   do we think we got competition?   a secret admirer?”   he talks to the stuffed bunny as if it were his long-time friend and partner in crime.   he takes it off his shoulder and makes it sniff the pink roses.   that’s when he hears the sound of door opening and…   freezes in place.   his heart stopping for a second,  up until he realizes that he hasn’t been caught,  that it’s only rose and not her mother.

“hi there,”   he muses with a smile,  turning around and using the bunny’s paw to wave at her.   “bun-bun was showin’ me around.”   explaining innocently,  as though he didn’t just get caught snooping,  all while slowly walking backwards until his knees hit the bed frame and he finds himself sitting on the mattress once more.   he sees the plates in her hands and his face lights up.   “they smell so good.   thank you.   i —”   that’s when he sees there’s another plate in her hands and begins to shake his head,  ignoring the way his belly rumbles at the mere smell of oh,  spaghetti!   his favorite!   “i think i shouldn’t…   i —”   but she cuts him off before he can get the words out and there’s no fight left in him.   all that’s left is a boyish smile and rosy cheeks.   “thank you.   we should have our picnic on the floor,  wouldn’t want to stain your blankets,”   he says,  already shuffling to the floor.   “am i droolin’?   think i’m droolin’.”   he playfully wipes at his mouth with the sleeve of his lavender sweater,  sitting cross-legged on her soft carpet.   even the carpet is real nice.   “yeah,  much better now.   thanks again for the blankets.   defrosted completely.   look.”   as if to prove his point,  he extends both hands and shows her his now pink fingertips.   “oh,  wait!   wait!   before i forget.”   he scrambles up to his feet,  food forgotten for a second,  and dives under her bed to retrieve a small package,  wrapped up in green paper and tied with a red ribbon.   inside,  she’ll find a fuzzy pink scarf and a sketch —   a drawing of her skating,  smiling so big,  her hair dancing in the wind.   “merry christmas,  rose.”

[wihlted]

continued from @seahymns 𖹭.ᐟ

arms  long  ,   pale  and  stretched  in  the  lightly  -  lit  studio  ,   serena  can  still  hear  her  ballet  madams  correcting  her  .    stand  taller  ,   elongate  your  neck  .  .  .    somedays  the  corrections  came  easily  ,   other  times  they  came  like  waves  crashing  on  her  shoulders  .     her  brown  eyes  find  a  spot  on  the  mirror  to  watch  as  she  raises  her  arms  ,   stands  on  pointe  ,   and  uses  her  other  leg  to  whip  herself  in  quick  circles  .     one  ,   two  ,   three  ,   four  fouettés  ,   until  she  realized  she  wasn't  alone  .

her  smile  is  soft  as  she  pads  across  the  wooden  floor  ,   her  pointe  shoes  making  little  noises  as  she  walked  ,   hands  out  to  take  jack's  in  her  own  .

❛     oh  ?    heading  somewhere  else  ?     ❜        she  teased  ,     a  small  laugh  on  her  lips  .        ❛     what  are  you  doing  here  ?     ❜        though  she  knows  the  answer  ,     she  likes  just  as  much  to  hear  it  .

[seahymns]

jack couldn’t take his eyes off of serena if his life depended on it.   she’s like a flower petal twirling in the wind,  so delicate and beautiful,  more breathtaking than the paintings adorning the walls at the louvre.   but just like said paintings and the stars up in the sky,  she’s meant to be admired.   and lord,  could he admire her for hours and hours…   “mhm,  i was planning to look for inspiration somewhere along the seine,”   he admits,  his heart skipping a beat when he feels her soft hands on his,  his fingers spreading so hers can fit into the spaces between them.   permanently stained with charcoal,  he’s a little hesitant to touch her how he’d like to,  wouldn’t want to leave marks on her clothes or skin.   “and i found myself here.”   he loves watching her dance more than anything in this world.   she’s his greatest inspiration.   “i missed you,  wanted to see you.”   a sweet smile tugging at his lips,  he leans in and kisses her forehead.   “when’s the opening night?”

[hearthymns]

heart beating fast, cocnern is all over the redhead's features... it was one thing he continues to endanger himself climbing up the walls of her home so recklessly, he could get really hurt and rose's concern has her heart panging... but it was another to be outside in this brutal midwest winter. ten degrees out was nothing to dabble with, she only wishes she hadn't messed with the groceries as long as she had, putting them in their correct places downstairs and got to her room faster. and when she had finally gotten there, he startled the daylight out of her then his limbs startled getting tangled up in her furniture.  ❝ jack, you have to be more careful! ❞ she quietly scolds like an angry mother,  ❝and you're freezing, you absolute lunatic. ❞ only a little humor lacing her voice as she reiterates it, seeing his purple lips– sadness seeping back into her blue gaze, ❝ you could have slipped. or fallen. or been caught by my mother, which might actually be worse. ❞ but whatever lecture she’d prepared dissolves the second he kisses her.   again and again.

it takes her breath away, her body going frozen momentarily, her heart palpitating in how stunned it feels to be kissed by someone who only knew tenderness and sweetness. everything she wasn't used to with... cal. manicured fingertips slide up into his hair, steadying him, anchoring him there while adventure keeps her heart soaring wild. since there was another thing, cal was supposed to be her assigned boyfriend– one day husband– and it felt exhilarating to break the rules for the first time in her life. it felt like adrenaline had no limits kissing jack dawson, someone so unlike him, in her bedroom while he and her mother had no idea. touch that feels safe, playful, loving, mutual... connection without fear. he was unlike both of them and that only caused her heart to race more. it felt so intense to go against them beind their backs with someone as beautifully hearted as jack. they were trying to sink her with their control & with this boy, it felt he was trying to save her. when he pulls back, a blush melts over her features, ❝ i- um, i- ❞ loss for words after getting hypnotized by his lips & all the thoughts swirling her mind,  ❝i missed you too,❞ rose quietly but fiercely returns, eyes shining with equal parts worry and fondness, something lovestruck.

❝ every minute.❞ a small smile curving at the corner of her mouth. ❝ my day was dull until you arrived here.❞ hand slips from his golden locks, reaching up to take his cold hand off her cheek, a reminder she has to warm him back up. ❝ now, come along. you’re sitting down now, and be careful, no tripping over anything this time–❞ she adds amusingly, trying and failing to sound stern. a table or a chair or even a floor looks at him, and he seems to always trip over it. ❝ and i'm making you something hot to drink.. fortunately, i already have something prepared downstairs. you don’t get to freeze to death in my bedroom, jack dawson. i won’t allow it.❞  rose pulls him down to sit on her light pink canopy bed next to her, kissing his cheek,  ❝ you're going to sit here while i get it. ❞ she grabs her secondary blanket, pulling it over his lap and turning the dial on it– it's a heated blanket,  ❝ there shouldn't be any concern of my mother showing up, she's busy in the tea room. but just in case, hide under the blanket if it were to happen.❞

[seahymns]

“am i not already careful enough?”   the blond teases lightly,  feigning surprise and biting his lower lip to try and hide the amusement that’s brewing deep within his belly and threatening to overtake his features.   these little lectures are endearing rather than annoying,  insists a voice in the back of his head.   it’s not something that he’s used to,  having grown up without a mother,  and so it feels so very new…   so unfamiliar that it never fails to warm his heart,  knowing that someone cares so deeply about him.   “excuse me?   i’ve watched karate kid twice.”   which in turn clearly makes him an expert on all kinds of risky stunts.   “you’re doin’ a great job,  though.   helpin’ me defrost,”   he points out with a chuckle,  not even trying to defend himself against the lunatic accusations.   oh,  he is a lunatic,  alright?   and proud of it!   he’s so madly in love with her that it has him doing all kinds of insane things…   “but i didn’t.   i’m stealthy and smart.”   trying to chase her worries away,  he presses his mouth to hers once more.   warm,  so warm.   her lips are so soft and tender,  smooth and gentle as his glide over them in a sweet caress.   “mm,  if your mother finds me,  least i’ll die a happy man,”   he muses,  brushing off her concerns and kissing her until his chest’s burning from the lack of oxygen.

so,  this is what elvis meant when he said that thing about kisses lifting him higher like a sweet song of a choir.   pounding rapidly within the confines of his chest,  his heart beats a tune of more than just infatuation.   love.   it must be love.   his lips dance with hers for what feels like forever,  savoring the taste of her.   intoxicating beyond belief.   winding an arm around her waist,  he draws her closer.   their bodies melting,  molding together with such ease,  as her dainty hand find his blond locks,  sending sparks of anticipation throughout his chest.   he’d been drawn to her from the first time he laid eyes on her at school.   he’d fought hard to settle the butterflies dancing in his stomach that day.   well,  now they’re free and swarming his insides,  causing a wave of heat to roll up his spine.   it spills over his cold cheeks and colors them pink.   to match the walls of rose’s room,  he figures,  pulling back with reluctance,  already mourning the loss of her sweet lips.   his breath hitching in his throat,  legs growing weak beneath him.   his eyes flutter open and he takes her in,  thinking his chest might just burst wide open at this point.   “i can tell…”   he lightly teases,  smiling at her with adoration.   she kisses him like this and then wonders why he’s willing to risk his life just to see her.   

“what can i say?   i tend to bring a sense of adventure with me everywhere i go.”   letting her move his hand from her cheek,  he leans in and kisses it apologetically.   a laugh escapes him when she so confidently tells him what he should do next,  leading him over to her bed.   he’s still mesmerized by everything in this room,  fingertips reaching out to touch the whimsy canopy,  absently asking,   “what’s that for?   you close it at night?”   pale blue eyes flickering to her nightstand next,  taking everything in like a curious cat,  itching to lay hands on all these pretty things.   “hey,  i only tripped ‘cause you’re so beautiful that i couldn’t take my eyes off you and i forgot where i was going.”   charming his way out of trouble,  though it’s not like he’s feeding her lies.   it’s all true.   “yes,  ma’am.”   he salutes her,  trying to coax a giggle out of her,  toeing off his nikes and pushing them under her bed before climbing onto the mattress and letting her cover him up with blankets,  his skin tingling all over as warmth engulfs him.   something hot to drink sounds good right now so he doesn’t try to stop her,  smiling at the kiss to his cheek and sheepishly asks,   “do you think there’s cookies in the pantry?   the chocolate chip ones?”   he always feels awful asking for food and does his best to sound playful rather than desperate.   

[seahymns]

it's hard to focus when i see you walking across the room.

it’s difficult for jack not to blush like a schoolboy at this very moment,  @wihlted’s words making his eyes twinkle with amusement.   he’s followed her to the studio,  curious to find out what her solo rehearsals look like,  and found himself lingering in the doorway,  breath caught somewhere between his ribs.   he watches her move across the floor with such grace and precision,  floating effortlessly like a snowflake in the wind.   he smiles without realizing it,  thinking he could stand here forever,  completely mesmerized by her performance.   “is that so?”   he hums,  a hint of playfulness lingering in his voice.   he tips his head back with a quiet,  almost sheepish laugh.   “guess that makes us even,”   he adds,  his boyish smile turning warm and earnest.   “because the second you walk into a room,  i forget i was ever headed anywhere else.”

[seahymns]

your hands are freezing! let me warm them up. | maybe shes tugging him inside her room bc he just snuck over through the window like we talked so long ago about (in 90s verse ofc while shes kinda off and on with cal bc ooh thats fun >:) and they got to hide him away from ruth finding out too lol) but be my guest and totally change this around in their other verse if that one intrigues you more. :) up to u!! im open minded

jack gets halfway through the window,  balancing on the sill,  his torso already inside while his legs are still hanging,  kicking helplessly,  before @hearthymns grabs him by the sleeves of his well-loved jacket and pulls him the rest of the way in.   he’d spent an hour or so waiting for her to get back home on the sloping roof outside her bedroom,  freezing,  but now that she’s finally here,  he no longer minds the cold.   he stumbles onto the carpet,  catching himself on the dresser,  almost knocking over some figurine,  before he can fall face-first and make too much ruckus.   his breathing’s a little too fast,  too shallow,  but his boyish grin is already blooming on his purple lips.   “okay,”   he whispers,   straightening up and dusting off his jeans as if this whole clumsy performance was planned,  meant to amuse her.   “guess hanging off the side of your house in december wasn’t the brightest of my ideas.   but just so we’re clear,  i regret nothing.”   he exhales a laugh under his breath as she takes his hands between hers.   they’re stiff and red and trembling,  tingling now that blood’s rushing back to his fingertips,  and still all he can focus on is how beautiful she looks in this light.   “i’ve missed you,”   he murmurs,  keeping his voice low as he leans in and captures her lips in a soft kiss.   and then another one,  and another one.   each sweeter than the one before it.   “how was your day?   i want to hear all about it.”   asking in between kisses,  forgetting how cold his hands are,  he frees one of them and lays it on her cheek.

[hearthymns]

daddy’s home

"nothing can come in between us. but again, with the faces, hurry and stop that. because that just may."

[seahymns]

“nothing can come between us! nothing can come between us!” i scream as ruth & co drag me to a padded cell.

[seahymns]

rose!! my rose!! it’s been 84 years indeed 🥹🤍

[hearthymns]

TWO SECONDS IN AND WE ARE ALREADY CAUSING HAVOC. that's so us.

I MISSED YOU!!!!!!

[seahymns]

typical of us!! jack failing to hold in a laugh in your gif 😂 that’s so me when i saw the “mature content” warning 😂

anyways… MISSED YOU SO SO SO MUCH 🥹🤍

[hearthymns]

can you see me? hello? 84 years??? @seahymns

[seahymns]

rose!! my rose!! it’s been 84 years indeed 🥹🤍

[mcflymemes]

PROMPTS FROM POPULAR CHRISTMAS SONGS *  assorted dialogue from christmas songs, some lines adjusted to suit a roleplay format, adjust as necessary

i don't want a lot for christmas.

i don't care about the presents underneath the christmas tree.

make my wish come true.

i just want you for my own.

what more can i do?

i gave you my heart.

i keep my distance, but you still catch my eye.

do you recognize me?

it's been a year.

i love you, i meant it.

i'll give it to someone special.

i'm hiding from you and your soul of ice.

i thought you were someone to rely on.

me? i guess i was a shoulder to cry on.

you tore me apart.

you'll never fool me again.

later we'll have some pumpkin pie.

have a happy holiday.

tell me if you're really there.

don't make me fall in love again.

it's hard to focus when i see him walking across the room.

it's hard to tell if this is just a fling.

it's the right time to rock the night away.

it just wasn't the same.

doesn't mean a thing if you're not holding me tight.

i'm gonna hold you close.

i was lost before you.

christmas was cold anad gray.

one day, everything changed.

you're all i need.

it's the best time of the year.

i don't know if there'll be snow.

the mistletoe is hung where you can see.

somebody waits for you.

are you listening?

we're happy tonight.

are you married?

you can do the job when you're in town.

later on, we'll conspire.

merry christmas to you.

it's lovely weather for a sleigh ride together with you.

let's take the road before us.

it's the most wonderful time of the year.

it's beginning to look a lot like christmas.

there's a tree in the grand hotel.

soon the bells will start.

the snow's coming down.

baby, please come home.

i remember when you were here.

the weather outside is frightful.

the fire is so delightful.

it doesn't show signs of stopping.

the lights are turned way down low.

i'll hate going out in the storm.

the fire is slowly dying.

my baby's gone.

i have no friends.

please come home for christmas.

from now on, our troubles will be out of sight.

through the years, we all will be together.

the mood is right.

we're simply having a wonderful christmas time.

i wanna thank you, baby.

you make it feel like christmas.

my heart skilled, and i reacted.

can't believe that this is happening.

i swear you saved my life.

there's no need to be afraid.

we can spread a smile of joy.

there's a world outside your window.

i close my eyes, and i'm somewhere else.

i just wanna be t here tonight.

just being in your arms takes me back to that little farm.

may your days be merry and bright.

you guys know what time of year it is?

what have you done?

i hope you had fun.

i'll have a blue christmas without you.

i know exactly what i want this year.

i want my baby.

i have been so good this year.

tell me my true love is here.

[wihlted]

breathless & begging & screaming my name !

# WIHLTED ; independent original character blog for serena carlisle , a prodigal ballerina ━━━━ written by love .

[mcflymemes]

WINTER-THEMED PROMPTS FOR THE HOLIDAY SEASON *  random assortment of holiday and winter themed lines that i came up with on the spot, adjust as necessary

this is just like that hallmark movie we watched.

can you stop quoting that horrible hallmark movie?

i am never watching a movie with you again.

come kiss me under the mistletoe.

i didn't realize it was going to be this cold. maybe i should go grab my jacket.

how do you plan on celebrating the new year?

have you ever made a snow angel?

well, don't you look festive!

i already bought your present this year.

could you help me hang this? i can't reach.

maybe we should turn the lights down low.

i'm really not a fan of the colder months.

i might need your help this year.

will you stay up with me to watch the ball drop?

that's not how we celebrate where i'm from.

i'll teach you all the family traditions.

we're getting everyone together for a big dinner!

how much time did you take off from work?

you sound congested. are you coming down with something?

that's the worst snowman i have ever seen.

i'm making hot cocoa. you want one?

i think we just lost power.

oh no. you are not getting me sick.

that's the ugliest sweater i have ever seen.

there's nothing to celebrate.

your singing is atrocious.

make that your new year's resolution.

come sit with me? it's nice and warm over here.

how does the song go? the weather outside is frightful...

the holidays were never very happy for me.

can we just plan for a night in? just the two of us?

i don't do well at parties.

are you expecting a white christmas this year?

behavior like that will put you on santa's naughty list.

if you put on another hallmark christmas movie, i will scream.

this is the season for giving, you know.

i could use some help scraping all this snow off my car.

the last time we went out for a walk in weather like this, you pushed me into a snowbank.

i still haven't forgiven you for hitting me in the head with a snowball.

it's supposed to get even colder tonight.

want to snuggle up by the fire with me?

this holiday means a lot to me.

i'd love to celebrate with you this year.

don't worry. i'll make all the food.

i'm having company over tonight.

your hands are freezing! let me warm them up.

i prefer sinatra's christmas songs, personally.

do you celebrate anything this time of year?

did your family have any holiday traditions growing up?

do you put up a real tree or a fake one?

we're going to my favorite chinese restaurant. it's basically tradition at this point.

i guess this means we're snowed in.

we should share a bed. you know. for warmth.

if you start getting cold, you could come sit by me.

personally, i understand where scrooge is coming from.

what's your favorite movie to watch this time of year?

we're going to cook one of my favorite meals.

the house smells incredible.

what are you doing new year's eve?

would you celebrate it? with me?

if the polar express showed up at your doorstep, would you hop on?

it's starting to snow.

while i finish this up, would you light the fire?

tell me about your holiday traditions.

is this colder than you're used to?

you didn't have to get me anything.

i thought we weren't exchanging gifts this year.

think i spotted some mistletoe in the hallway back there.

[davinaclaires]

Leonardo DiCaprio as Jack Dawson TITANIC (1997) dir. James Cameron

[hearthymns]

strawberry brows gently scrunch, slowly realizing what he's implying. "i beg your pardon?" voice laced incredulously, a laugh of disbelief sounding from her. "is that what you do? insult people's middle names after saving them?" that's an odd way to be. he just saves her from killing herself, but nonchalantly calls her middle name ugly? it's her middle name to call ugly, not his, rose thinks with a scowl. "well let's see your middle name, mr cool guy." rose scoffs, gently crossing her arms with the heavy sleeves of his jacket. "against me freezing, but not against insulting me." she points out, how annoying and somehow amusing in a peculiar way at the same time.

"a cinnamon roll... that sounds good." actually, it does. her mother has kept treats like that from her most of her life. her mother's always been controlling and neurotic about her figure and rose's, dragging her body complexion issues with her and projecting them onto her to never indulge in things like sweets because they'll turn you thick and ugly and no man will ever want you. well to her, she doesn't care if a man ever wants her. but admittedly, sometimes she has let her mother get away with making insecure if she enjoys a dessert once in awhile. in that instance though, rose wants to do nothing more than rebel and have five cinnamon rolls with jack. "well, i suppose it is. is that so terrible?" she jokes, voice taking on a more playful tone than offense this time, taking his arm and trailing back down the pier. she never thought running up this pier she'd be walking back down it, let alone with such a person like mr. dawson. "my adrenaline search is becoming an addiction at this point, i confess."

[seahymns]

jack graces rose with a crooked grin,  eyes dancing like they know a secret he’s dying to share as they take her in.   “hey,  middle names are fair game when you’re this charmin’.   can’t really tease you ‘bout nothin’ else.”   his voice is easy,  playful,  but there’s warmth underneath,  like he’s daring her to meet him in the joke rather than keep scowling.   he’s never really meant to hurt her feelings but there’s no sugarcoating this one truth —   the name dewitt is atrocious and belongs somewhere next to dwight and howard.   at least according to jack.   shoulders shrugging under white shirt,  eyes focused on the wooden boards beneath their feet rather than her face now.   “i ain’t got one.   my ma said they were useless.   i’m no prince of wales,  i don’t need more than one name.”   he briefly wonders if she’s got some royal blood in her,  judging solely by the way she carries herself with such confidence and effortless elegance but the name,  too.   it does sound very classy,  he has to admit that.    “one puts your life in jeopardy,  the other not so much so that’s alright,”   he playfully explains,  thinking she’ll be fine unless girls like her can die from hurt pride.   “cinnamon rolls are my favorite.”   when he was little,  his mom would take him to this one bakery downtown every saturday to get one.   it was their thing.   which is probably why he loves the smell of cinnamon now,  and feels nostalgic when he takes a bite out of the sweet bun.   “and banana bread.”   that’s everyone’s comfort food,  he assumes.   “what do you like best?”   he wonders,  laughing at her explanation as they walk down the long pier.   he’s in no rush and it seems that neither is she.   “no,  not terrible.   unique and kind of impressive.   you know,  some people dance,  others sing and you run from parties.   sounds fun.   what kind of party was it,  anyway?   please,  don’t tell me you ran from your own wedding?”   he’s always been too curious,  a little too straight-froward but hopefully she doesn’t mind him peering into it.

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"well, i don't blame you. at least you're trying to memorize it." an amused laugh sounds from her after all the fear rushing through her being. "something like what?" is he making fun of her name? "well, go on. don't act so tough and back out now. be a tough man and admit it." that dewitt is an awful middle name. "oh – so you're saying my first name's brilliant, not the second?" rose presses, a little offended but she agrees doesn't she? and he also saved her life so she can't exactly give him a fight. "thank you..." voice comes out as a surprise at the jacket weighing over her shoulders, "is this to make up for making fun of my name?" she wonders while also questioning why he's looking at her hand like that. once he takes it, she gives his hand a firm shake. "i am." a little embarrassed, but okay now. "i mean, i'll possibly have nightmares and never go swimming again... but i'm okay." a sheepish laugh laces her words, gently nodding as hand slowly returns to her side. "i would love to." go with him for hot chocolate, that sounds so endearing. no one's ever invited her to something so normal like that. "but i–– should probably allow my mother to know first. i already ran off from the party." arm lifting, gesturing to the venue across the pier. the party that was suffocating her. the entire reasoning why she was going to jump into the lake in the first place.

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jack smiles,  the kind of smile that reaches his bright blue eyes and makes them sparkle,  the kind of smile that rarely resides upon his lips these days.   “not many people get my humor,  good to know you do,”   he admits,  basking in the sound of her laugh,  so sweet and genuine,  unlike anything he’s ever heard before.   “well,  i wasn’t gonna say dewitt’s awful,  but if you’re gonna go and say it for me…”   he trails off,  stifling a grin and shrugging.   if he’s being entirely honest,  he’s heard worse names than dewitt but it’s not the prettiest either.   “nah,”   he sighs,  nodding to the jacket,   “that’s not to make up for anything.   i wouldn’t let you freeze even if i hadn’t been poking fun at your name.”   he shakes her hand and grins at the firmness of her grip,  like she’s still trying to prove she’s not shaken by the unfortunate event of near drowning.   she’s got the kind of confidence to her that you don’t see every day,  the kind of confidence that’s very intriguing.   “almost fallin’ into a lake in a dress and heels?”   almost committing suicide?   “that’s not somethin’ most people come back from smilin’ so i get it,”   he says,  a little softer now,  less teasingly.   when she says she’d love to go for hot chocolate,  something flutters inside his chest.   he rummages in the pocket of his jeans,  squinting as he searches for what is surely hiding deep in the denim crevasses.   charcoal-stained fingertips close around a bunch of coins,  and he brings them out with an almost triumphant grin.   “see?   we can even grab a cinnamon roll!”   he collects his pencils and tucks his sketchbook under his arm,  offering the other to the redhead to hold onto in case her legs are still a bit rubbery after that near death experience.   “mind if i walk with you?”   ran from the party?   now that captures his attention and with almost childlike innocence he inquires,   “is that another hobby of yours?   runnin’ from parties?   and jumpin’ from piers,  hm?   one hell of an adrenaline junkie you are.”   

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❛  i'm weird, just deal with it.  ❜

sitting on the fire escape of his new york city apartment,  jack peers down at the busy streets below and lights up his third cigarette in a row.   he wonders how many it takes to escape this infuriating state of creative block.   he hasn’t picked up his sketchbook in weeks,  and it seems that the harder he tries to find inspiration,  the deeper he sinks into this…   slump.   the only reason why he hasn’t yet gone crazy is @cynd1 and their conversations.   “the way i see it,  it’s better to be weird than boring,”   he muses,  smoke billowing in a defeated exhale before he offers his cigarette to the other.   “besides,  as long as you’re not the burning ants with magnifying glass every monday kinda weird.   we should be good.” 

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