#c:zara

[liamxoliver]

“meet me at the tennis court in ten minutes, bring your camera. :)”

two years. two years since they cut each other from their lives just so it would be easier for them, not a single birthday or holiday greetings. both moved on from a relationship that was bound to end in the first place, god knows how badly they tried. however, the thing about love is not all about fighting, sometimes people need to sacrifice just so you can see them happy-- even if it’s not with you. tragic? yes, but everything happens for a reason.  the sky is clear, stars shining brightly from above, and just the sound of the ocean brings calmness in him. just the perfect day to watch the stars. a small blanket spread through the floor with two cup of hot cocoa for a cool night, liam patiently waiting when he heard footsteps not too far from where he was, lips curved up in a soft smile as to who it was. “hey?” @zarvs​

[fallon-frazier]

@zara-chandra​

Fallon rushed into the pub, spotting Zara on the bar. “I’m sorry I’m late and I’m sorry my excuse is work again.  Trust me, I know, everything you’re going to say, I know. I’m terrible.” She hugged her gently before sitting down next to her.  “Did you start without me?”

[sal-rizzo]

Sal had awoken at the crack of dawn, admittedly very excited to get the chance to go on the trip. It was the closet thing to a real vacation that he’d had in years. It’d been a very long time since he’d gone hiking or spent a night in a cabin or tent, but he had all the equipment necessary and was going to make the most of it. Even if he had to spend most of the day at conferences, there was still plenty of daylight by this time of the year that he could go on some quick hikes and runs. He was determine dot wake up in time to see the sunrise everyday. Even if there might be trees all around, just watching it rise up through the breaks among the trees would be amazing.

Part of Sal knew the only reason he’d been invited was because A) he was one of the only custodians who had no family, and, B) he was willing to haul over to the cabins whatever Turing deemed necessary. The night before he’d driven around for a while waiting for a parking spot near the apartment to open up so he could just hop right in and head off to the university to pick some things up before heading up to Plymouth. After packing all his necessities into one large backpack, Sal made his way to the truck and threw the bag into the back. While he waited for the car to warm up, he started to mess around on his phone and got so distracted playing a game that he didn’t even notice the two figures approaching his car.

@zara-mayfield @june-maslow

[completemessx]

[ @estamos-bien​ ] basado en esto

La excusa de ir a buscar unos pañuelos en caso de que su amiga se lanzara a llorar por un chico que no tenía sentido, fue mas que nada para darse un respiro a si misma. ¿Cuantas veces más iba a pasar por esto? Siempre era lo mismo: ella le daba mucha importancia a alguien que no la merecía. Pero, aunque a veces llegara a exasperarse, Zara sabía que no dudaría en darle un hombro sobre el cual llorar una y otra y otra y otra vez. Regresó a la sala con una caja de pañuelos y se echó en el sofá soltando un suspiro agotador. “Venga” palmeó el espacio a su lado para que se le uniera “¿Quieres contarme? ¿Estas en condiciones de eso? Aunque seguramente él sea un idiota y no valga la pena mi tiempo o el tuyo.” Apenas se encogió de hombros, observandola mientras apretaba los labios. 

[allard-danbur]

@zaraining

“I am very sorry, please pardon me,” Anon stated as he tried to contain himself and his toolbox as much as possible among all the fine dresses and suits. “Don’t move to fast, please, it would be rude of me to get the box caught on anything.”

[coliincorrect]

Zara: You always look so unapproachable.

Muriel: You're here so it clearly hasn't worked.

[coliincorrect]

Zara, picking off petals: He loves me, He loves me not, He loves me, He loves me not, He-

Muriel: He loves you a lot.

Zara:...

Muriel: Did I say that out loud?

[dolly-nova]

@zaraclos

Mira looked up quickly from her phone when she realized someone else had entered the room, assuming it was a sponsor and finding with a small frown that she was right. If it were any other sponsor, she would have been more excited for what the conversation could bring about, but nothing about the reputation of the blonde before her made Mira very keen on being anything more than moderately polite to her. “Hello, Miss Clos, are you here to try to find your favorite tributes already, or did you just miss the Tower too much?”