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selective indie rp blog written by cecy ◇ 29 ◇ she/her ◇ gmt+1. — mature themes will be present and tagged accordingly. — discord is available for mutuals upon request. — dni: minors, taboo writers.
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𝚍𝚛𝚊𝚏𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝 : 17. 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜 : 0. 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚞𝚎 : 27.
Although Noah doesn't know much of anything about her, he's not entirely put off by that fact. He wants to get to know her and that's a start. Maybe that would change when he sobered up a little, but he doubted it because it's a feeling he's had even before now.
A drunken smirk curls his lips. "Yes, I do," he agrees, quirking his brows at her. When she asks about crazy exes, his eyes widen. He glances upwards, huffing out a breath. "Ohhh, um...Quite a few, actually, though they're mostly one-night-stands and fans who got lucky." He shrugs.
"Not in like a weird way..? That last one, I mean. It like...I've dated a couple fans before, just didn't work out for...obvious reasons." A roll of their eyes as they shake their head. Yeah, they've got way more baggage than she probably realizes.
SHE STUDIES HIM AS he speaks, finding bravery in the intoxication still running through her. only morning will tell whether this was a good idea, or a terrible one, but she has time until then to bask in the way this moment makes her feel.
« got lucky ? look who's high on himself. it wasn't that good, » she huffs, but there's humor in her tone because drunk or not, it had been good. there's no other reason for her to linger here. « you mean to tell me you've never been in a proper relationship ? i don't know much about the dating scene in your world, but surely there must be someone eligible out there. »
❝ there is hardly a guard alive who could keep me from answering your call, madame. ❞ words are earnest in their meaning, although their sincerity may be masked by the jaunting tone. she's late – she knows it – but has spent every moment praying to any god who will listen that it isn't too late. there are far too many people in this castle. paired with curious eyes and talkative townies, it made her mission of stealth feel impossible. ❝ even so, would you deny me your presence? ❞
HER HEART SEEMS TO sigh of relief when her gaze settles upon the other woman. the princess has grown so wary of every face at court that being in the proximity of someone she trusts is almost jarring. « you came, » she breathes out, lips turning upward in a beam. « i was not sure you would be able to. » they guard her more closely than the castle vaults — she does not intend on finding out just why that is.
#the last two remaining braincells
OFF CAMPUS 1.04 "The Breakup"
‘ it's byron , not brian , but don't worry . no offense taken , i had it coming with the way my parents named me . ’ half hearted attempt at humor that feels more anticlimactic than comical , shaking head in frustration toward lack of effort on her part . he does not necessarily feel entitled to pro bono legal advice and yet agitation brought on by illicit line of work forbids him from giving up so easily . ‘ you see , the thing is . you don't sound very convincing when you say i'll be just fine . in fact , that kind of makes me feel like i'll be anything but fine . ’ tailor made cigarette slides between index and middle finger , lighter clutched in other hand that lifts eagerly , seeking an instant kind of relief . ‘ i don't mean to be rude , but you look like you need to loosen up a little bit . ’ passes on judgement ever so effortlessly , taking a quick drag and breathing out a puff of white smoke . ‘ so my proposal would be , i'll take you for a drink and you can even have one of these if you need them so much . and then you'll actually listen to my story . ’
BYRON. SHE OUGHT TO KNOW that, gaze chasing the mailboxes whenever she passes. her mind is usually razor sharp, little details worming their way into memory, but ever since her marriage went sour there has been little room for much else. « no, sorry. it's not ... i can remember a name. usually. » though it doesn't feel integral to memorize his — she isn't here to stay, much less to make friends. this is merely a bump on the road. i don't mean to be rude and flor finds her eyes roll so hard it threatens to cause a headache. he might as well have told her to smile more. « and you look like you're about to be locked up for dealing, » she retorts deadpanned. the joke is only funny until she's actually delivered it, aware of the stress it may cause on this man whose only crime is intercepting her on a bad day. a heavy sigh leaves her lips as defeat sinks into the pit of her stomach. « if i agree, will you leave me alone ? »
what persephone hadn’t anticipated after being led into the underworld , was how easy it was to get used to the darkness. every fall she knew she had to leave her gardens , leave the mortal world to barren lands and empty fields , and take her place by her husband’s side. each time it was a cut. a small part of her getting stripped away , and persephone wondered when there would be nothing left. still … persephone loved him , deeper than any cut the darkness left within her. louder than any thunder and warmer than any fire. that didn’t mean it wasn’t fucking frustrating that he spent more time rifling through papers than being with her. “you’d think the paper had been gone , with me hear all this time ,” she muttered , turning to face hades right on. “i have been here for days now , yet you still spend our limited days with your worryingly pointy nose into those damn papers. what do they have that i don’t ?” has my beauty faded , at last ? am i boring you now , husband ?
SOME DAYS HE FEELS LIKE the only deity with real duties. whilst his brothers are off playing at work, hades stays glued to this seat in this very office. time does not pass for any of them, but even less down here — he forgets about it sometimes, and he lifts his gaze to look upon his wife apologetically. « your mother may hate me, but she would despise the dead wandering her earth more, » he jokes half - heartedly, stretching out one hand for her, beckoning her to him. « i'm sorry, my love. » the spirits will be vengeful for the time they now have to wait for him to pass judgement, but that is nothing compared to an unhappy wife. and whilst she may be the goddess of spring, she is also queen of this realm. and when he looks at her, he sees everything he could ever want and nothing he deserves. « i am all yours. what would you like to do ? this is your home too. »
𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒔 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒚 𝒂 𝒈𝒂𝒎𝒆 .ᐟ @silkchvffon requested a closed starter.
the return of the stark brothers, eira the direwolf in tow, brought great calm tot the northern region. banners holding the sigil of the wolf flapped in the wind, edges stained by mud and smoke, whipping as weary men rejoiced with armor dulled and faces blackened with soot and sweat. yet, beneath the exhaustion, the rebels shone with pride ; the glint of hardened triumph was unmistakable, even beneath the grime. and that was when he saw them, a beauty standing sentry like the strong trunk of a weirwood. stable, assured, unfelled. he recognised them somewhat, but was unsure of their name — in that moment loras promised that he would not leave again without learning it. “perhaps i am merely drunk of victory, but i cannot shift you from my mind.”
IT IS ODD TO WANDER here again, but it also feels entirely right. a return to winterfell has always felt inevitable, but she feels so far removed from the conflicts that it grows hard to recognize progress until war is already over. to her, in conflict, there are only losers and bigger losers, and whilst victory coats them now her gaze remains on wounds that will need tending to sooner rather than later. her head bows out of habit the moment loras addresses her, but when she looks up at him there is something defiant in her gaze, her lips curling into the shadow of a grin. « might i suggest you try harder, my lord ? » she teases before she can stop herself, knowing entirely too well that such speech could cost her her tongue. apparently victory makes her brave, too. or foolish — only time will tell. « it must be nice, to be home. do not let me distract you from your celebrations. »
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closed starter for @invcntions, with atticus & elric ♡
EVEN WITH ALL THE PLANNING in the world, elric knows he's needed luck on his side for them to ever stand a chance. with the world separating them for almost as many years as they've spent together, he would be a fool to believe nothing's changed — but as atticus walks into the now vacant throne room and elric sees him for the first time in what feels like an entire lifetime, it feels like he never left at all. it does not matter that parts of the castle will need to be rebuilt, or that elric will carry the guilt of this betrayal forever as his king, and friend, rots in a dungeon. it is a small price to pay for the flood of relief of seeing atticus again. « you are here, » he breathes in disbelief, a chuckle ripping out of him as his arms envelop the other man. « you did it. you are here. »
eventually the adrenaline ebbed, leaving exhaustion to flood the open spaces. he showered with the lights off, letting near boiling water welt his shoulders, pretending the sting could cauterize regret. by the time he collapsed into the bed—couldn’t bring himself to actually fall asleep. her side of the mattress would be cold by now. he wondered if she was having a good time, or if makeup would mask the tear tracks he’d helped paint. sleep never comes easy on nights like this. zion hovers in a half dream — body stilled, mind thrashing, every sense tethered to the shift of the mattress he’s memorized in five years of loving her. soft lips brush his shoulder; the kiss is shy, are you asleep? “couldn’t if i tried.” lets his palm drift until it finds the small of her back beneath the cotton shirt she stole from him months ago. warmth greets warmth. “how was tonight?” it comes out softer than planned, the charming buffer stitched with threads of exhaustion. he keeps thumb slow circles going and wants to ask if she ate, ask if she drank water, ask if the driver got her home safe — fix, fix, fix — but he’s learning that sometimes protection is silence that waits.
HE GETS THE REAL HER, but it comes at a cost. the parts of her that are too ugly to put on display only ever gets to breathe around him and it has become such a habit that reeling them in requires energy she's forced into pouring elsewhere. if strength sits in her spine, she has become flimsy as a piece of paper. and yet nothing makes her fold as fast as he does. skin against skin, warmth enveloping her the moment his hand is upon her. life could be good like this, if the world proceeded to melt away around them, the phone stilled completely, e - mail inboxes left empty and unattended to. « long, » she sighs, pressing her cheek against his chest, gaze turned upwards to look at him through thick lashes. « i have to be back on set in five hours. » the trip would be longer and the hours of sleep shorter than if she had stayed at the hotel with the rest of the crew. but it is a small price to pay to curl up against zion. « which still leaves us with about three. » she attempts a confident smile. the confidence falters, but the beam lingers still.
skin of her cheek was soft underneath the pad of her thumb, careful brushes showing the love shared between them. wedding dresses and vows weren’t needed to prove that somehow. “ none of them could outshine you even if they tried. worst case scenario we’ll leave florian with instructions. that new guy of his could look like security in a black suit. i’m sure your aunts would love to be escorted out of the building on his arm, ” arden hummed with not a sliver of worries, pressing a kiss into winona’s hair, pressing her nose in and letting out a deep sigh that her lungs had been holding. “ and risk ruining the surprise? ” arden had never been one for tradition. refusing her wife to be the option to come wedding dress shopping wasn’t about superstition, as much as about wanting to witness her reaction. finding some selfish delight in catching winona’s first glimpse of her in the dress. “ how about a compromise? i’ll get my mom to facetime you for the over the top ballgowns she will force me to try on. but just as a taste, no sneak previews of any real options. ”
THEY DON'T NEED MARRIAGE. winona has always assumed she wouldn't be one to tie the knot — that type of commitment would never be in her cards with her flimsiness, and even if it were she'd never find anyone with enough patience to figure out what doesn't make her tick when most things seem to do. arden is the kind of woman someone meets once and, if they're smart, hold onto forever. that's exactly what winona intends on doing. « see, this is why i'm marrying you. you're so resourceful, » she muses happily. « we picked good friends. speaking of, we really have to meet up with boaz and his new girl. just to make sure no one will outshine me, » she adds teasingly, though she's never doubted his judgement once. « ugh, a compromise. » she tilts her head back as she groans softly, even when they both know she's the first to cave in every argument they have. « i guess i could live with that. if you trust me not to make an alliance with your mom to let me sneak a peek at the real deal. i can be very persuasive. »
PEOPLE WE MEET ON VACATION 2026 — dir. Brett Haley
optics narrow in response to humoristic comment , shift in pair's dynamic easily detectable , but she chooses not to jump to hasty conclusions on her part . memories of the night they spent together echo in her mind , recalling a different version of who now stands still before her . she remembers her to be warmer and far more receptive to own amorous advances , though surely time apart and the uncertainty of ever meeting again accounts for lukewarm welcome to shared apartment complex . ‘ well that's not very neighborly of you . ’ words roll off tongue in teasing timbre , entering other's flat right foot first and catching a quick glimpse of belongings in immediate sight . attention shifts toward kitchen area , eyes combing through closed cabinets , certain she should follow through with her excuse before engaging in further conversation . ‘ do you actually have sugar or did you just panic and invite me in before checking ? i could do with some honey if that's more your style . ’
HER NEWEST NEIGHBOR HAS everything tinsley loves — a pretty smile, a sense of humor, a warm presence. they also have history, and she has never been particularly talented in juggling that part. now the proximity forces her to. « if anyone here has given you the impression that i'm neighborly i'm sorry to say you've been horribly misled, » she chuckles, padding through her apartment and into her kitchen. it's a sterile home, a testament to the many days of the year tinsley isn't here, or in the vicinity of her home at all. lack of neighborly attitude is not because she tries to be inapproachable — she just simply is never home. and perhaps this will work in her favor now, desperately trying to avoid the gaze of the other woman in fear of what the depth of those dark hues will make her do. « honey is for people who have their lives together, » she points out as she rummages through her cabinets. « can sugar go bad ? anyway, just sit down. i'm sure i have it here somewhere. you want ... a cup of coffee or something ? »
irritation bubbled underneath the surface at the almost scrutinizing judgement coming from across the bar. but jace was not wrong. there was something arrogant about her attitude, something almost vengeful. forced reminder of times where she had been in control, rather than slipping as pathetically as she had now. “ don’t let them fool you, ” gamze just chewed out in retaliation, recalling countless of events where she could watch faces turn pale, arrogance crumbling when sat down on her turf. but she swallowed the further patronizing words, alongside the final gulp of her drink. the glass was pushed closer to him in a wordless question for a refill, “ i’ll make sure to note the complimentary dosis of unwanted advice on my yelp review. ” despite the lingering sense of cynicism, her tone had numbed to nothing but a shallow temper. because there was little more confrontational than being forced to face a bitter truth by the last person she wished to hear it from. “ but i would rather take my chances in this part of town, than drown my sorrows in front of a bunch of smug defense laywers. ”
HE'S WITNESSED HER ON her a - game before, and knows better than most that no one is untouchable. and yet it throws him off to experience this side of her: deflated, defeated. caring would be ridiculous considering their history and yet jace has changed. he may hold onto a grudge, but even he understands when a job is just a job. and he'd been a fool to make himself such an easy target in the first place. « that should earn us a high rating, yeah ? » he mutters, eyes narrowing only for a second as he accepts the empty glass. he watches her carefully before deciding whatever other advice he has would fall on deaf ears anyway, and he pours her another glass. a job is just a job. « you don't get to play with your own no more either ? » he clicks his tongue as he slides the full glass back to her. he would know a thing or two about being shunned. « damn, miss. who did you piss off ? »
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“are you going to pretend to ignore me all weekend, or can i at least get you a drink and catch up?”
« I THINK IGNORING YOU will work just fine, » he grunts in protest, looking up at jalen. despite himself, he softens as soon as their gazes meet — he never really stood a chance. « i don't really know what to say here, jalen. don't you think we're better off just keeping our distance ? »
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"listen, i'm just tired of seeing you hurt...that's all. it's not that i don't support you or your relationship."
« THEN JUST CLOSE YOUR EYES, » she retorts sarcastically. she would leave it at that with anyone else, except xavier deserves so much better from her. she reaches out for him, resting one hand atop his. « look, i appreciate the concern, but this time it's different. i owe it to myself to try. »
