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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, ai users.
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𝚍𝚛𝚊𝚏𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝 : 16. 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜 : 0. 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚞𝚎 : 24.
he presses the dull tip of the sword into the dirt between them ; a sign that he had no intention of pushing the victory. though, the real triumph was in watching francis fumble for words with darkened pupils and a slight tremble in his voice. francis so effortlessly became the center of rowan’s world the moment they first shook hands. he’d be damned if he didn’t try to weasel his way into francis’ heart - - and he likes to think he’s slowly chipping away at the armor that francis guards his heart with ( though it’s unclear if that’s truly the case or if it’s just wishful thinking ). “distance?” amusement tugs at his lips, a hopelessly fond look twinkling in brown eyes, “you think that will save you, francis?” his voice is light and teasing. when gaze meets crimson, rowan reaches out and wraps a hand around francis’ with no hesitation. “hold still,” hums as his thumb catches blood. his eyes find francis’ once more, voice lowering for the two of them alone, “you’ve faced great armies with no sign of fear.” pauses, releasing francis from his hold, but not without letting fingertips deliberately dance along francis’ wrist. “and yet…you look at me as if you’ve seen a ghost. should i be offended?” a playful brow quirks and rowan challenges francis with mischief in his eyes. he sees the way francis’ gaze fights to tear itself away from his body and it causes his heart to stutter. rowan steps closer, treading dangerous waters, “might i accompany you to your tent? and tend to that wound?”
HE SHOULD RAGE AGAINST THIS, the swelling in his chest when rowan is around, when rowan is near, when rowan looks at him. even if it were allowed, francis knows their loyalty will always be to the crown before anything, or anyone, else. the way his mind swirls now is only a distraction and he has seen what it does out on the battlefield — how his gaze will always search for the other knight in the midst of a bloodbath, his own survival be damned. he cannot risk suffering injuries out there if he is to stand any chance of ever keeping rowan safe, though rowan is doing a mighty fine job of it himself. he need not worry. he worries regardless. « and from what do i need saving from, sir rowan ? » he challenges calmly, knowing that none of them will say it, not here surrounded by knights and squires and servants. « great armies are predictable, » he snaps as rowan touches him, and for a second all francis can do is stare at where they connect. then he pulls his hand back and begins walking, scared rowan will follow yet terrified that he won't. a closed private tent is the last place they should be, but francis's thoughts are jumbled and will not listen to logic. « if you can keep up. »
She doesn’t want to admit the fear that’s blossoming in her chest in the moment as it really won’t be of any help to their situation. She doesn’t want to look so weak in front of him, she’s already managed to be imprisoned once and that was enough for her. If she keeps her energy at the task at hand then they may make it out of this unscathed, which is her strongest goal. “Just trust me!” She shouts back; instinctively her grip around his waist tightens once again as she quietly mumbles an incantation she believes might help them.
The witch was proving to be a serious threat as she screeched again above them, her wings causing winds so strong the tops of the trees were waving.What Cisne wanted was for Ambrose to escape this, but she could not ask him to leave her behind after all they had done to escape together. What she needed was more power, or at least more energy. Turning her head away from the witch, Cisne leaned closer to Ambrose. “I don’t have enough energy to stop her,” she admitted. There was a beat of silence before she added, “I need to borrow some of yours.”
HE IS GRATEFUL, IN THIS moment, for the fact that he cannot see the witch. the sound of her alone is enough to send shivers down his spine and there's a slight tremble in his hands. he hopes cisne does not notice how his body tenses, but the weight of her arms around him is reassuring in ways it has no right to. they have to survive this. she has to.
her comment feels like a thousand lashes. ambrose's eyes close for a second — what good are they open if they cannot survive this ? but her request comes as a beacon of hope, even when he knows what it means: if this does not work, they are most definitely dead. but at least, right now, they stand a chance. « take it, » he urges her desperately. « take however much you need. » even if it kills him. if it means a chance for her that is good enough for him. « drain it if you must, cisne. do it now. »
# when she steals his clothes OFF CAMPUS (2026—)
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he sees the shift in her gaze. the first glance was a no, though the second, he could sense it in her smile, told him she just needed a little more convincing. “oh, i can think of a few things we could do the whole day," he replies, a smirk tugging on his lips. logan shifted so he was sitting up beside her, the sheets still draping his legs. “i was thinking we could go get breakfast… that place you like down the block,” he begins, thumb brushing against the exposed skin at her hips. his lips placed a soft, open-mouthed kiss to her shoulder, peppering a few up to her neck between his words. “could stop by my studio with me to grab a couple things… you always eye that store next to it too,” logan trailed, his gaze fixed on her. she was good – too good for him. too good to be something he didn't hold onto like he might lose it. he knew that. felt it when he looked at her, too, especially times like these. this time he kissed her cheek. then right at the corner of her lips. “make our way back here.. i promise i'll actually try and watch the movie this time." natalya was more than he could dream of, which is exactly why he couldn't let himself get too close. befpre the thoughts could stay, he leaned forward with a short kiss to her lips, not being able to stop the tug of a smile on his when he pulled away, seeing she wasn't ready to yet. “come on, nat,” he pleaded, free hand coming up to cup her jaw, meeting her eyes with a grin. ”you don't really want to go, do you?" it was his turn to raise an eyebrow, waiting for her next move.
SHE'S LIKE A DOG being told all her favorite words, always awaiting his return when he leaves, always stuck in that same yard playing fetch with herself. she can feel the physical pull that's always lingering between them, and yet she feels like she's the only one that ever leans in all the way. it scares her almost as much as it confuses her, but voicing it will almost definitely break whatever it is that grows between them. perhaps it needs to be broken. natalya doesn't allow herself to think about it long enough to draw a conclusion. « that's not fair, » she mutters, but even so she stands next to him, almost the same height though he's sitting down. he'll always have this power over her and the worst part is she's not sure she would want it any other way. her arms snake around his neck, head tilting to the side to give him better access as his lips turn her to mush. but she knows this is only today — tomorrow he may feel differently about her, and she will stay the same: so in love it threatens to burst her heart wide open. « you're so cruel, » she teases, though the sentiment rings true. this is no place for a lovesick girl. « maybe there's time for breakfast. maybe. » she leans closer to him, this time returning the kiss, one hand moving into his hair. « you gotta put some clothes on really fast though. all this, » she tilts her head down, then back up, « is distracting me. »
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hugo did not put much thought into his amble towards the secluded table. it was a walk he'd done numerous times with his hands wrapped securely around tankard handles as he weaved through the rowdy patrons of the silver dagger. the tavern was a regular secret meeting point for himself and ginny. located at the end of a remote country lane, the tavern was a refuge from their responsibilities. within the damp walls of the tavern they didn't have to ponder the expectations placed upon them. they could converse and complain about the obstacles facing them. "gladys's finest ale for the finest lady in the silver dagger." he announced as he placed ginny's drink on the sturdy wood table in front of her. "you said our meeting was a matter of great urgency, is your mother attempting to match you with another loathsome suitor?" hugo inquired as he sat down on the chair opposite ginny.
SHE IS NOT SUPPOSED TO venture out alone, though she has argued time and time again with her parents that she is hardly alone when she is in company. it is not befitting for a lady to be meet men unchaperoned — she's heard that tirade about a million times before, but it doesn't stop her from doing so regardless. besides, it is hugo. the tavern has become a safe space, but everywhere would be with him. « i cannot drink. i will not stop, » she whines, but takes a long sip anyway, if only to delay having to hear herself deliver the news she intends to. she leans back in her seat, taking a deep breath. « she means to send me away for the summer. she will not say where to, but it supposedly will make me less insolent. » she slumps at this vile accusation. « do you know of someone with a highly contagious, possibly deadly disease ? i would like to be introduced. »
embry sounds so sure in his promise now that kamili aches to believe him. as it stands, she can only nod in half-hearted acknowledgement. she thinks back on the aftermath; bungled explanations in the wake of his leaving and how funny it’d felt to be on the receiving end of pitying stares for weeks. he didn’t come back just because she was sad enough, and the memories didn’t sour just because she was mad enough. change had happened and it didn’t care that she’d been wholly unprepared. she’s ruminating somewhere there when embry’s voice breaks through again, words like an ice-cold plunge. her lower lip quivers, gives her away. “i know, i know. you had to. i know.” it feels like betrayal, pulling her arm out from under his touch. she hasn’t entertained the grudge over the situation in a while; it barbs in the back of her throat now, insistent while he’s still here to hear it. “you just. you shouldn’t have -“ resolute not to look at him now, kamili glowers at the horizon, “you shouldn’t have made me think something was going to happen. with us.” it’s fucking humiliating, how her voice warbles despite her every effort to steel against the compulsion. “that wasn’t cool. it wasn’t funny. that was mean.” she squeezes her eyes shut, but the dam’s cracked and a rivulet makes its merry way down her cheek. “i’m happy for you, i swear. but you should’ve said something. let me down easy. i think you owed me that.”
WOULD HE, IF HE COULD ? turn back time and done it differently, knowing what it would cost him ? he tries not to think about it for too long at a time, knowing the spiral it sends him into every time. he can miss something and not want it back — this town, the apartment he grew up in, the classrooms where he'd sit in the back and regularly fall asleep. but her. he's always gonna want her. he feels it like a gunshot when she pulls back, though it's no surprise that they can't fall back into a rhythm that he's disrupted. she knows. it's supposed to be reassuring, but it makes embry feel like he's failed somehow. she should never have had to shoulder any of his burdens, and now he has become one. a stranger on her screen, and now a stranger who she will not touch. he wishes he could melt into her. disappear completely. but only if it meant being with her. she speaks, and he hears her as if he's drowning, but he hears her and it's almost too much to bear. he can feel the way his heart starts somersaulting in his chest, desperation rising inside him until he can't sit still. he takes a step closer. « i didn't know something could happen between us. » his voice is quivering; hopeful. he feels foolish with it, when he knows that whatever they had, he broke. « kamili, i didn't know we — » he takes a sharp breath, blinking as he stares at her intently. « we stood a chance. did we ? » he shouldn't ask questions he's not sure he wants the answer to.
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✧ open to: f/nb. plot: hunter retired as one of the most prominent/prolific young players in the NHL after a career-ending injury. he now works as a personal bodyguard for y/m, hired by concerned family or team management? gimme the bodyguard (1992)-esque?
“you can hate me all you want, but you still have to get in the car. we’re leaving.”
« BUT I'M PLAYING, » she insists halfheartedly, knowing this particular battle is already lost as she obediently trails after him out of the concert venue and back to the car. she is no stranger to odd threats, concerning details of her whereabouts being presented to her by anonymous sources claiming to come see her, but she is also no fighter. it takes everything she has to conjure this feeble complaint. « hunter. please, this — this happens all the time and it never means anything. »
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for someone in his line of work, he ought to know better than to burst through doors unannounced and without warning. especially doors to private offices. it's a flaw orlando chooses not to dwell on, the entire building theirs even if the collective term hasn't been approriate for months. he's been doing this for enough years to know vance isn't trigger happy enough to shoot him on entry, even if he is often with a man who might be. “ you need to contact your guy — ” he begins the demand before his gaze can rest on the figure sat at the far side of the desk. not vance. and not sawyer. probably no help with radi. it ought to be less of a surprise to see reyna where he expects to find the other male, gaze narrowing at the dark-haired woman, though there's no malice to the look. “ where's the other one? ” he questions, tone almost in jest as he moves to drop down in the seat across from her.
HER LATEST VICTIM HAS proven himself to be harder to crack than anticipated and reyna lacks the patience to do the necessary research when every fiber of her being is wired for action, not thought. vance's office is the only place where she can focus these days, though she prefers it when he is also here — her feet propped up on his lap, silence enveloping them as they drink their coffee, sharing knowing glances when there's yelling outside. in here is a sanctuary. and then orlando storms in, demanding and insistent. reyna lowers the lid of the laptop propped up on her lap, eyeing him suspiciously before melting into affection. she hates that this has to be the order of emotions before every interaction with him. « the one that knows how to knock ? » she chastizes. « i could've been indecent, you know. » she lets the implication of her comment settle between them for a second, then, « what guy do i need to contact, babe ? »
with outstretched hands, he silently asks for the ball, dribbling mindlessly while they speak. he needed to do something with his hands. something to distract his brain from why arlo's distant nature truly got under his skin. either way, a team needed everyone on the same page. he was simply if arlo had the same mindset. wrong was never an option for him. with the mention of the missed shots, jeremiah’s jaw clenched, the happy go lucky persona he had slipping for just a moment. but with a shrug of his shoulders, he was back to normal, playing it off as nothing. “a lot to say when you fumbled almost every rebound tonight,” jeremiah kept his tone light, passing the ball back to arlo. “a smile every once in awhile doesn’t kill anyone,” he retorted, stance shortening to get in position to play. “i’m really not trying to come at you, just passing along a message.”
HE KNOWS THE REST of his team all walk on eggshells around him. he knows every word coach says soaks up all his insecurity and expands tenfold within him. he's never gonna be the best, but he won't stop until he at least can see the top looming in front of him. still, he passes the ball to the other man, if only because it might hopefully put an end to their conversation. it doesn't. « bold from someone i barely saw out there all game, » he huffs as he catches the ball. it's a lie — jeremiah is an excellent player, but admitting to it would probably hurt more than eating barbed wire. despite himself arlo finds himself smiling. « did you just tell me to smile more ? » he gets down low, dribbling the ball as he moves around jeremiah. « you don't strike me as that guy. you gonna ask where your hug is next ? » he moves past him swiftly and the ball flies through the hoop. he only retrieves it to bounce it back at jeremiah. « then whose message is it then, if not yours ? »
his hopes had dwindled over the course of their journey, the need for answers having been slowly replaced by the creeping fear that perhaps he isn't ready to hear them. and that's only if there are any. they've followed loose ends too many times before, yet he can't help but straighten at the sudden urgency in josie's voice, gaze glancing after her own to the woman leaving the bar. “ excuse me, miss. ” he's out the car before he can give it a second thought, as good as jogging the several steps it takes to cross to the road and reach the young woman in question. “ can you help us? ” it's only closer that cooper can get a proper look, clearly the same stranger from the photograph — there's no sign of blushing under her skin, no visible pulse or suggestion of life beyond initial appearances. a vampire, almost certainly. or perhaps he just wants to believe it. “ my girlfriend and i — ” he gestures quickly back to josie, gaze flicking to the blonde as he offers the suggestion of a nod that he hopes is just enough to let her know, yet still remain unnoticed. “ we're looking for a hotel for the night, do you know if any of these are nearby? ” cooper shifts slightly closer, blank phone screen presented to her as his free hand slips the stake from out his jacket. “ just make this easy. ” he sighs, moving the stake up against her side as he nods towards a nearby alleyway. “ i won't hurt you if i don't have to. ” but he does always have to. she's a vampire, at the end of the day, one less of them walking around is only ever a good thing.
FRANCES SENSES TROUBLE BEFORE it speaks, but by the time the male voice cuts through she knows it's already too late. she's grown too docile here, too comfortable fighting her instincts, and in the hour when she needs them most they are failing her. her life has never been threatened before, and to her surprise there is only one alarm going off in her head: she has to survive this. for juke, ada, caleb. milo. she can't leave them. not like this. « okay, okay — » she begins, and she feels josie's watchful gaze upon her as she begins to descend into the dark alleyway. frances squeezes her eyes shut for a second as all three of them are enveloped by shadows before she turns abruptly. « i'm sorry, » she squeaks before her flat hand pushes into cooper, sending him tumbling straight into josie. she forgets how strong she is now, how easy it is to hurt someone, and she doesn't want to. josie is quick to stumble back on her feet, tackling the vampire who falls flat to the ground, as if already having given up. « no ! » frances cries desperately, but josie's legs are pinning her arms down, her weight on top of her. it would be easy for frances to push her off. it would be easy to lean forward and let her teeth do what they are meant to. but she doesn't want to hurt them. « no, please. i need to say goodbye. please — » « to who ? » josie barks, gaze falling onto cooper as she gives a nod towards her back pocket where the photo is safely tucked away. they need answers and they've never been so close to them before.
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every tear burns like a jagged piece of glass as they roll down ari’s cheeks. had ari suffocated val without meaning to? held him with a white-knuckled grip in fear of losing him? had he unknowingly made the idea of marriage seem unbearable? ari didn’t know how deep the wounds of valerio’s past ran, but he’d wanted to understand and to be something steady for val to hold onto. instead, he’d shut down after the initial rejection of his proposal ( crumbled into a million tiny pieces - - never to be whole again ). he’d forced val into a tomb of silence, convinced they’d lost the great war of love. he justified going quiet because he’d been wounded - - selfishly didn’t stop to think of how he was hurting val in the process. he steps closer, heart pounding as val explains himself. and how could ari have been so stupid? “you…you wanted to work through it?” dark hues are haunted by what could have been, “i thought…if you didn’t want to marry me, that was it for us.” he’s almost on bended knee again - - but this time to beg for forgiveness, to beg for time. heart leaps with hope as he rushes to say, “you don’t have to face a forever without me, val.” but then he hears valerio say ‘i wish you would just leave me alone’ - - and there’s a knife to his chest ; ari is barely breathing. a sob escapes him and he buries his face into his hands, cursing himself for falling apart like this. after a moment, ari recollects himself ( as best he can ), and lifts his gaze to meet val’s for what he fears will be the very last time. “if you truly want me to leave you alone, i will,” voice trembles, “do you mean it? do you really want me gone once and for all?”
HE HAS TO LOOK AWAY. he has to look away or he will scream, tear at himself for the way he is making ari feel. he wants to take it all back — every meaningless argument, every night spent apart, but he can't. all he can do is watch how sorrow manifests itself on his ex's face, the love of his life that is somehow right in front of him and also in another world completely. rio's attempted to rebuild a life without the foundation that is ari and the distance he's convinced himself he's put between them is melting away now, leaving nothing but the thick tension. rio wants to cry, but he can't do so when ari needs him. « more than anything, » he confirms thinly, the ice in his words shocking even to him. he has to put up this front or he'll crumble completely, but it feels unnecessarily evil. his gaze dips to the floor, eyes squeezing shut for a moment as ari speaks. it's hard to believe the other's words when the experience after that particular disaster had differed so vastly from what ari's saying now. they had both been hurting — they are both hurting still. he'll never forgive himself if he sends ari away now, but he can't survive doing this again. « i don't know, » he whispers after a long silence, gaze dragging back to meet the other man. he should move away from the door, should allow ari entry, but it feels too much like trapping himself. it's suffocating, allowing someone to hold this much power over him. « if you're back i need it to mean that you're back for good. it has to mean that we can ... can talk through these things. » and there will be things. rio will continue to dig his hole deeper, but for ari he will try to climb. he just needs to know he'll be there when he gets up.
the situation only grew stranger the more that reyna spoke. she might consider herself lucky that they didn’t have much in them to question what was taking place in her apartment. it was a meal. then everything else would follow so that mali could finally rest from the day she’s had. she quickly shrugged on a comfortable shirt, hanging loosely off one shoulder. “ brings her own wine and makes me dinner because she remembered that i would have a long day . . . ” this couldn’t be what she thought this was. stealthily breaking into her home and for what ? brows furrowing at what reyna was trying to pull here. “ do you want a favor from me or something ? did something happen ? because i can’t imagine that all of this is just so you can be nice to me. ” she takes the wine glass into her hand, taking a small sip as eyes survey the meal presented before them. all she could think about what how odd all of this was. “ is there more i should expect from tonight ? dessert maybe ? ”
MALI IS SUCH A BEAUTY. it is perhaps the only observation strong enough to distract reyna from the voice in the back of her mind reminding her of how poor of an idea this is. mali's too smart to fall for any of this, and rey knows it — knows that whatever it is she's hoping to achieve by the end of the night she will only get because mali willed it. « does everything have to come with conditions ? » she challenges the other, one eyebrow shooting up, but for a second she feels too vulnerable to spill her true intentions. even in the safe hands of mali. « well, if you could make sure salem stops getting all the lucrative missions that would be great, » she muses teasingly, though if it allows her time to lower the other's shoulders even for a second it's more than worth it. « i can be nice. i can be real nice. so dessert is most definitely on the table. » lips curve into a flirtatious smile, but despite the act her gaze remains soft, gentle. « i'm only here because you had a long day. and i didn't. and we should show up for each other, no ? »
a sigh passes her lips the second his hand meets her skin. the roughness of the callouses and warmth of his hand was like balm to her soul. eyes close, just for a moment so she could savor this feeling. aches and tremors in her hands fade temporarily. peace by his hand. a feeling that she has to push out of her system, scared that it might latch onto her like an addiction. eyes flutter shut now as a lone hand gathers the fabric of her top by the hem and pulls it up. bruises beginning to form where a few punches land, several artificial cuts from where she crashed into mirror earlier. “ fuckers knew how to land a punch or two this time. no broken ribs this time though. ” all she craved in that moment was more of his touch. stop. don’t let this fester. darya takes a deep breath then to try to buy herself time before . . . “ are you sure you’re okay ? i don’t need to call callum, do i ? you’re not putting up a front with me ? ”
HE WISHES HE COULD STOP looking so intently for her reaction every time they interact, attempting to analyze just what it means for her when they touch like this, when their proximity is tiptoeing over some invisible line. sawyer knows to recognize this as what it is — a weakness he cannot afford. there's a reason he keeps everyone at an arm's length, and there's a reason he fails to do so with her that he is not eager to explore. he twitches into something sinister for only a second at her words, then melts into a silent determination. « they're dead, » he mutters, mostly as a reminder to himself, though there's also a promise laced within those words. « the rest of them too. there will be nothing left of their little crew. » he finds some sick solace in envisioning the bloodbath he will initiate later, but now he wants to be here, with her. he'll always want to be right where she is. a weakness. « i'm okay, » he repeats, hand falling only to hike up his shirt slightly, revealing a shallow gash across his stomach, no longer bleeding. « this is all. it'll heal, don't worry. » though part of him wants to feel her hands upon him regardless, skin already tingling with anticipation. weak.
