#amberlooms

[angelsdvsts]

˖ ࣪ . ࿐ ♡ ˚ . ↪ closed for @amberlooms ˖ ࣪ . ࿐ ♡ ˚ .

" now what would my father think . . . if he knew you were out partying instead of focusing on the big game next week . "

[loveshard]

continued from blake's open starter (@amberlooms)

blake's fingers pressed harder against the wound, crimson seeping between the pale digits despite his attempts to stem the flow. he inhaled sharply, every breath stabbing through torn muscle. yet he forced his posture straight, shoulders squared against the cool brick. he recognized the simple, human logic in her offer, the attempt at a bargain. it was almost endearing in its naiveté. "and you think you can make me do anything?" he scoffed. he pushed off the wall, a sudden, jerky movement that sent a fresh wave of agony through his side, but he held himself upright, refusing to falter. "i can simply tear your throat out the moment you're within reach. wounded animals are notoriously unpredictable."

[angelsdvsts]

˖ ࣪ . ࿐ ♡ ˚ . ↪ closed for @amberlooms ˖ ࣪ . ࿐ ♡ ˚ .

" i've already told you after one week of us hooking up that i wanted something more, if you can't give me that then let me go. "

[angelsdvsts]

˖ ࣪ . ࿐ ♡ ˚ . ↪ closed for @amberlooms ˖ ࣪ . ࿐ ♡ ˚ .

" just because this is something that we don't want doesn't give you the rights to be so rude and short with me. i am to be your wife. "

[angelsdvsts]

˖ ࣪ . ࿐ ♡ ˚ . ↪ closed for @amberlooms ˖ ࣪ . ࿐ ♡ ˚ .

" there's a psycho killer on the loose, you really think that i won't be accompanying you everywhere you go? "

[loveshard]

🎭 - lucille + ? [ roll for a random muse mayhaps? that's what i did, thought it would be fun<3 ]

halloween ask prompt: our muses meet at a halloween masquerade party

nobody put this much effort into a masquerade spread unless the event planners were trying to impress. ayla hovered by the refreshments, grazing ghost-shaped brie and pumpkin-cut prosciutto, watching masked guests orbit the room. no one looked as prepared as she did, which should've made her smug but mostly induced boredom. ten minutes past her entrance, she'd already exhausted the food table and most of the room's mysteries. the only reason she ended up at this bourgeois mixer was that deena had bailed at the last minute, her preferred plus-one lured away by talk of a halloweekend warehouse rave. she had considered following, but she was allergic to cold industrial spaces, which meant she was stuck with the wine-filled overachievers and off-the-clock realtors in this colonial mansion.

ayla resented the effort of ghosts and ghouls mingling for the gram, but she could at least admit the host's commitment to theme: pumpkin everything, orange lights, a fog machine cycling clouds through clusters of witches and werewolves. she debated ducking out before another fresh tray of hors d'oeuvres hit the table when she found herself fixated on someone across the room who could've been a figment, if not for the gravity this woman pulled on her. in an instant, the dancer glided in their direction, slicing through the haze of party noise just before the stranger could vanish behind a huddle of investment-banker vikings. she snagged a plastic flute of prosecco from a passing tray, using it as an anchor.

"you been people-watching too, huh?" ayla asked, sliding beside them.

[beingalones]

closed starter for @amberlooms

this is their first stop in hours and the exhaustion is truly starting to set in, which is obvious considering rhett hadn't even protested when the guy at the front desk said the only available room had only one bed. he's already made his peace with the armchair in the corner, though he sits on the edge of the bed watching the television as he waits for selin to come out of the bathroom. as he hears the door, he doesn't yet look her way, as the news continues to drone on. "we'll be out early tomorrow. probably six or seven, but we can stop for some food and supplies, you got any cash on you?"

[beingalones]

closed starter for @amberlooms

asking to take his co-star to dinner was supposed to be a strategic move, an attempt to get ahead of the press that would likely make working together difficult if he let them. this was his third project after his recovery, but it still felt like people were waiting for him to fail. he couldn't read her, couldn't quite tell what she thought of him and this was his attempt to find that out. "you can ask me anything you want, you know. i'm an open book." plus, he'd booked out the whole restaurant, so he didn't have much to worry about.