#(kiara.)

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⋆  ⭒  ˚  .  ⋆  this  had  to  be  the  umpteenth  time  kiara  and  samar  had  run  into  each  other.  not  that  samar  was  complaining  at  all---in  fact,  she  quite  enjoyed  kiara's  company  (and  it  helped  that  they  were  pretty  damn  cute  too).  but  it  just  reminded  samar  that  the  wedding  industry  (or  whatever  you  wanted  to  call  it)  in  their  town  was  a  lot  smaller  than  she  had  initially  thought.  it  had  been  a  long  day  after  the  wedding  rehearsal,  and  samar  was  plopped  at  the  ledge  of  the  stage  where  the  ceremony  was  to  take  place,  dressed  in  her  mint  green  bridesmaid  gown.  she  had  kicked  off  her  heels  as  her  ankles  were  starting  to  hurt,  swinging  her  legs  off  the  ledge  of  the  stage  as  she  took  in  the  silence  of  the  empty  hall.  hearing  footsteps  lead  up  to  her,  her  head  popped  up,  bright  smile  now  appearing  on  her  face  to  realize  who  it  was  in  front  of  her.  "does  it  get  any  less  awkward  every  time  we  run  into  each  other  like  this?  this  has  to  be...  what,  the  fourth  time  this  has  happened  now?" / @totalhcnesty

[mcmusing]

A comparison I couldn't resist 😅

👑The Austere vs. The Adorable🐈

[jordanmu]

iMESSAGES 📲 KIAMER.

KIARA: [ PICTURE ATTACHED; JULIAN & KIARA W/ KIARA SHOWING OFF HER RING. ]

KIARA: !!!!!!!!!!

KIARA: /GIRL/

[inkbloomed]

ONCE UPON A DREAM / ARIZONA & KIARA

              Arizona slammed into the girl, eyes wide as she took a step back. She almost apologized, but the sight of her paused. Kiara. She remembered the name of the girl. It was a fluttered memory cloaked in scarlet puddles. Her hands were red, swirling down the drain as she tried to wipe away the grime. Dazed. Dead porcelain eyes latching onto her teenage self. She tried to think of what it all poured down to. For the life of her, she couldn’t reach for how it ended. Empty messaged poured into her cell phone, but Arizona didn’t push. She never saw the girl again after that one night.

             She had always wondered what happened to her - if she ever did make it. She always wondered about the blood. She didn’t press, not wanting to phase the numb woman. Arizona brushed her arm, brows knitting together. Did she remember her at all? “Oh -” Her lips formed into a soft o-shape. “I’m sorry.”

@kindlykiara

[jordanmu]

LOCATION: Cindy’s bar.

TIMEFRAME: 2/02, late evening.

OPEN TO: @alexsmu​ ( Summer Rose. )

It wasn’t often that Kiara allowed herself to have a good time. With her job, she was constantly worrying about patients and going above and beyond for them. Summer, however, was good at getting her to relax and let go. They were both on their third drinks of the night -- drinking wine, because they’re classy, duh -- and Summer had done a good job of forcing her out on the dance floor a good number of times. They both finally finished dancing after thirty minutes, and guys had tried their hardest to put their hands on them. Kiara and Summer always danced and were touchy-feely, but what girls weren’t, really? And honestly, it was a good time to make guys look when they both knew that they couldn’t have it. Even though she missed Julian, spending time with Summer was one of her favorite ways to spend her time. She sat on a bar stool, turning around towards the blonde girl and quirking an eyebrow. “I say this ‘cause I love you, girl.. But holy shit, I needa teach you how to actually dance. Those white girl moves are giving me a headache, honestly.”

[jordanmu]

iMESSAGES 📲 RICHARDSON'S.

KIARA: WYD????

KIARA: That means what are you doing, right?

[jordanmu]

iMESSAGES 📲 JESIARA.

KIARA: I just wanted to say that I'm hella stoked to be your sister-in-law.

KIARA: That's all. 🙌

[jordanmu]

LOCATION: Julian and Kiara’s apartment.

TIMEFRAME: 2/28, evening.

OPEN TO: @alexsmu​ ( Julian Smythe )

"Of course, and please call me if there’s any updates,” Kiara said into her phone, thankful that she was finishing up a fifteen minute phone call about one of her patients. In the middle of wedding planning, she’d gotten a phone call from one of her patients who was having a breakdown. Because her patients were her number one priority, she’d dropped everything and did everything that she could. She had Julian call the police for her while she stayed on the phone with her patient, making sure that they were safe and sound. Afterwards, she just needed to work out all the details as they moved her patient into a mental health clinic. While she trusted the staff there, she couldn’t help but feel a little upset at the turn of events. Kiara sighed when she got off the phone, looking at all of the books in front of her that had wedding dresses and flowers everywhere. “God,” she sighed, putting her phone in her pocket. Honestly, she had a headache and wanted the night to be over. She promised herself she’d figure out the color scheme of the wedding before she went to sleep, so she leaned over and started flipping through things immediately. Kiara Richardson (soon to be Smythe, of course) always had to finish what she started. She looked over towards Julian, who she knew was about to tell her to slow down. “I’ll slow down when I die. And hey, anyway, that way I won’t have to think about what just happened.”