#aimeelindsey

[aaronherzog]

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Aaron wrung his hands in his lap, perched uncomfortably on the edge of the ‘bed’ he’d been assigned. The bed made a kind of creak when he sat on it like the frame was going to bend and shatter at any second, and the mattress itself seemed to him like a glorified cot that was going to kill his back.

With a labored sigh, Aaron tugged at the collar of his shirt and finally decided to unbutton the top three buttons so he could breathe. This place was hot. Sticky, even. That kind of oppressive heat that made it hard to breathe.

The door opened and Aaron nearly jumped out of his shoes. He regarded the woman at the door with a furrowed brow. “You in charge here?”

[axelletremoille]

Drinks? || Axelle and Aimee

Axelle had picked up a floating bottle of alcohol during her helping around the island. Looking down at it she was wondering if she should just take it and have some of it after cleaning up all day. She walked down the shore, careful of any debris that was there that could cut up her foot, and ended up by Aimee’s villa. Wondering if the pirate was inside or not, she gently knocked on the door, planning on sharing the small bottle of whiskey she had picked. She knew the last time that they were together their time was cut shore and Axelle wanted to change that, feeling guilty about leaving early that night after Aimee had done so much to get her wine from home. @aimeelindsey

[aaronherzog]

Aaron Herzog never had to share his living space, ever, in his entire life. The presence of someone else in such close vicinity to him made him feel anxious, like she could hear his every thought. He slept with a pillow over his head to combat this feeling, and to keep from hearing her footsteps if she stayed up late.

Not to mention the frequent guests, but that was to be expected.

Aaron slept in until almost noon and rolled out of bed. The first thought that crossed his mind upon waking was the number of days he’d been here (43), and the next thought was I need a drink.

He found Aimee in the kitchen and leaned on the counter. “Morgen, Aimee. Do you have anything here besides rum?”

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[axelletremoille]

What’s A Little Wine? || Aimee & Elle

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Axelle was heading over to Aimee’s villa after the woman had asked her to come over for a drink. She was mildly nervous to turn down the offer, so here she was walking across the island to head over. Walking up to the door, she felt her heart start racing a little more and she tentatively reached up to knock on the door. After she did she shoved her hands in the pockets of her shorts, waiting for Aimee to answer the door. 

[aaronherzog]

I’ve seen the way you look at me (Aimee)

“Oh? Me? With my puppy dog eyes? You noticed. We are out of orange juice. And I was about to make screwdrivers.”

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[alexxlawrence]

〄 (Aimee)

leave a 〄 in my askbox and i’ll tell you the first three words that come to my character’s mind at the thought of yours

protection, slushies, family

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