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He held her in his arms and stroked her hair gently as he gazed down at the baby in her arms. “He’s perfect” he mumbled with a soft smile on his face
"He truly is," Raven replied her smile wider then a Cheshires as she looked down to the small child squirming in Mal's arms.
(From the emoji meme) 🍼
🍼 - Our muses have a baby together.
Raven looked at the tiny bundle lying in Mal’s arms as her cheeks flushed with a sence of pride.
“I can’t believe that came from us.”
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( source + ▲ | not accepting! | @chiaso )
❝I should have made love to you when I had the chance.❞
Hana is beyond intoxicated at this point and she’s surprisingly that Isabella was willing to go out of her night to reach forward to pick her up. Clothes have the strange mixture of cigar along with vodka that some idiot spilled on her shirt. And maybe, she’s regretting certain things. How arguing with people she loved left her alone for tonight along with how she never really managed to forgive herself for being a partial reason to Isabella’s sadness.
She might not have admitted it out loud to the young female, but she knows sadness when it’s spoken through eye contact. Those deep shade of brown hues colliding into the wavering hues of a shade of sorrow, it’s so familiar to Hana she couldn’t mistaken it. God, she could have done much better to treat her right at the time. Could have been much more than a temporary one night stand or two during the lonely nights of fooling around too.
Chuckle is released softly, in defeat. Hana looks at her through heavy lidded eyes, arms swept across dainty shoulders that belonged to her friend. ❝… That’s all you wanted all along right, to be loved.❞
“Perfect. I was perfect.”
( source + black swan | accepting | @chiaso )
Perfection is such an odd term, should be non-existent in the world with the way it’s completely fucking people up by now. Others set this standard, they display expectations and have high hopes for the rest of the people standing to reach it. It’s not like that for Hana, she believes everyone is capable of being themselves; but they’re not perfect. No one is. Those who obtained fortune to fame, they carry on the burden on being on the spotlight more than those who lived normally.
Isabella is a gorgeous woman, imperfections were evident whenever Hana manages to sneak a glimpse of the shorter woman. Is that ever wrong? Never. It’s perfectly fine to not reach others expectations. Life shouldn’t be about living for another person to begin with. Everyone has happiness, wants to grasp onto it tightly before it vanishes and it can happen. They just can’t expect things to last forever.
❝Nah. Perfection is so cliché, it’s bullshit.❞ The young woman speaks, admitted inner thoughts out loud.
When the woman lived a life where her parents were still around and she was an obedient child, was she perfect then? No. And when she started her teenage phase, being rebellious but chasing after a dream that was left by her father, was perfection labeled over her existence? No. But she was herself.
Finger lightly nudging over the tip of her nose to rub at it lazily, glancing over at Isabella with a faint smile. ❝But you’re you. Yourself. And that’s good.❞ Hana was never cooperative with people who continued to change for others instead of themselves. It’s a trait she liked about the other woman, how she was able to stand at her own ground to be herself even if it’s a struggle sometimes. But that’s how life is for the both of them, messed up.
“I guess I’m not as strong as I used to be.”
➤ @chiaso ( + source ) - ( not accepting! )
They have conversations about inner emotions that isn’t often spoken about too many people. Isabella comes to her sometimes and even if it’s not too often, she genuinely feels special for it. The young woman feels at times there were moments where she mistreated the other due to how there was always that spark of interest that died down to her selfish ways. It doesn’t mean that she no longer cares, she does; Hana wasn’t capable of relationships anymore.
Her smile comes off faintly, hearing the weakness that is shown naturally. There’s a trust between them and Hana feels like if one person was feeling anything, there’s no need to hold it back in front of her. She isn’t comforting, her warmth is now cold when hugging others and her presence doesn’t leave much but regret. Yet, they manage to come across each other’s paths again.
❝Yea’ well it’s fine.❞ Hana understands that throughout the months of knowing the other woman, she always told her to be strong. To carry strength but sometimes, it’s not really like that. Isabella was surrounded by people who neglected her and treated her worse than she did. ❝I’m no better if that’s what you’re thinking.❞
When Hana lost most of what she loved, it’s where it took a toll of her life. Assuming that if she found love, there will come peace. When losing it, she lost herself in the process of it too. And she cried, broke down to where she’s gasping or to where she ignored everyone else around. Isabella might have went through something similar but she carried on better than the musician. Because she tried regardless, Hana didn’t.
❝If you think I’ll look down at you because you’re about to cry, nah. Go ahead.❞ The brunette encourages, averting chocolate colored hues to the opposite direction. It was hard to see anyone cry, she prefers not to. Not when her mind is wrapped about how she’s apologetic, always guilty for what Isabella endures.
[ txt: snugglebear ] You've been spending a lot of time with Kyungri recently.
➤ @chiaso( + source - jealous texts ) - ( still accepting! )
When she’s more engrossed with wanting to relax, there are other things her mind can’t shift away from. This including the way her silence was disrupted with silence of one’s message, she didn’t see it exactly. Thinking it was one of her younger relatives informing her about how snowflake is or Junichi. So hearing from Isabella caught her off guard, the message furthering her curiosity.
When spending time with the woman she brought up, Hana does it due to how close they were. Spending time with Kyungri occurs unexpectedly when the young male isn’t home yet and she’s there. Always has. No one is any less of what they are in Hana’s eyes, she merely wants Isabella to understand that. Or at least when she assumes otherwise. Clearing her throat, typing away a swift reply to make sure she isn’t skipping to conclusions so soon.
[ ✉ ➝ baby girl ] and? [ ✉ ➝ baby girl ] is there something wrong with that?
[text]: Do you want to bet on that?
➤ @chiaso ( + source ) - ( not accepting! )
Betting on things were becoming a hit or a miss. Hana doesn’t really think there was any need for it if wanting to be proven wrong, actions itself was more than enough to be satisfied. That and there’s half a chance of her being wrong in which she’ll lose or be completely right and win. What is the point of this again and what are the benefits of doing so as well? The young woman is known for being a sore loser at times to, never wanting to be wrong every single time but suppose there’s no harm done in an innocent betting with the other woman.
Typing away on the keyboard, mouthing words in order to make sure confidently that this is a complete agreement and she possibly wants something out of winning this entire bet if possible. Though, the thought of winning overall causes a small smile to rack over the lips.
[ ✉ ➝ baby girl ] Deal. [ ✉ ➝ baby girl ] If I win can I get coffee for a week then?
