#aylin 001

[gwenxmorenoarchive]

open // closed for @aylinxc-s

Gwen knew Aylin from their previous sessions of counselling. The woman was a saint with the months it took Gwen to get through her grief with her husband passing. A year later and she felt almost like her old self.

The fires had only made her realize for another time how short life really is. Which is exactly why Gwen found herself at Aylin's office. "How do you know if you're ready to move on?"

[legaciesbia]

to: @aylinfantastic​  / summer magic / bar starfish

                                                         ┊ É  idiota  pra  caralho  que  esteja  fazendo  isso,  mas  é  claro  que  Anders  havia  o  desafiado.  Calle  guarda  o  óculos  escuro  no  bolso  da  camisa,  aquele  que  ele  pagou  dez  excals  no  castigo,  e  só  então  se  aproxima  de  Aylin.  Ouve  a  risadinha  do  melhor  amigo  quando  pára  ao  lado  da  mesa  onde  a  Fantastic  está  sentada,  e  antes  de  a  chamar  ele  olha  sobre  o  ombro  para  o  moreno,  com  expressão  nada  satisfeita.  Retorna  o  semblante  para  ela,  no  entanto,  com  um  sorriso  libidinoso  nos  lábios,  e  apoia  uma  das  mãos  sobre  a  mesa  para  que  se  aproxime  mais  dela.  “―  Tá  vendo  aquele  cara  rindo  igual  um  idiota  algumas  mesas  para  trás?"  Pergunta,  chegando  um  pouco  para  o  lado  para  que  ela  possa  ver  Hook,  se  desejar.  “―  Ele  duvidou  que  você  me  deixasse  pagar  uma  bebida."  Dá  de  ombros,  e  sem  pedir  autorização,  puxa  uma  cadeira  para  se  sentar  com  a  filha  do  gênio.  É  arrogante  e  cretino,  incapaz  de  pensar  que  ela  pode  lhe  dar  o  fora.  “―  Gosta  de  margaritas?"  Pergunta,  o  garçom  já  se  aproximando  deles.  

[valentinaromanova]

@typhoonaylin​

Val was just trying to enjoy a cup of coffee at the cafe. She'd very recently gotten into coffee, and she found its energizing properties truly fascinating. A scientific curiosity. Even if the taste left something to be desired.

But she couldn't really enjoy her coffee, not with the feeling of eyes on her making the hairs on the back of her neck stand up. She whipped her head around and caught someone at another table staring at her. And not for the first time.

Enough was enough. She could not let this disrespectful behavior stand. She got to her feet, leaving her coffee behind on the table. She walked straight across the cafe to the table of the person who'd been staring and slammed her hands down on the table. Tone already irritated, she questioned, "Can I help you."