#char:arielle

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Raf/Ari: "Do you trust me?" - "How drunk are you right now?"

“Do you trust me?”

Within her ribs, her heart clenched. Her gaze stayed downturned, on the pointed toes of shoes that cost more than the downpayment of most people’s cars, avoiding the intensity of Raf’s dark eyes. The question wasn’t meant to hurt but it seeped under her skin and settled there like acid, slowly burning away at what lay beneath. “I don’t trust anyone.” A lie, bald and whispered; but she delivered it with the glance of hazel eyes. Not anymore.

“How drunk are you right now?”

She barely heard the query over the slam of the bass. Warmth lived in her fingertips and in the curve of her hips, Arielle’s arms snaked around Rafael’s neck, pulling him closer as she danced. In New York, she was the queen of letting go; in evenings like these she disappeared, fading into oblivion, only to resurface the next morning gasping for air and recollection of her sins. Her laugh was an elated sound, anchored by his proximity, “Probably drunk enough.” He frightened and intrigued her-- this evening, she wanted to remember.

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There was a boy once. He tore your heart as easily as one does receipt tape and he walked away with it, still beating ugly and bruised in his hands. It took a while, a battered organ doesn’t always survive and when it does it is never quite the same. You finally found a way to straighten your spine in a way that doesn’t hurt and there was a boy who found you, a poor boy whose own heart bore similar wounds and whose lips whispered promises to you that were sweeter than summer rain. 

I’ll never hurt you, you deserve better, everything will be fine.

You ate it up from his palm and you loved him, perhaps in the only way that scarred hearts can; wholly and unwavering. But ruined creatures can never be blamed for their actions and a cornered dog can never be blamed if it bites. Even if it loves those who come near, fear is a wholly encompassing emotion. You understand this, though it pains you to do so. You don’t blame him, he didn’t understand that leaving is almost as bad as forging a new wound, the emptiness burns more vivid than the sear from any brand— he didn’t mean to cause harm, but you still clutch your chest and try to gauge if there’s anything in there at all.

 They ask you now why you always look unhappy; they don’t know that your heart is so damaged that you’re scared that you’ll spit up blood when you smile.

-- you ask yourself again and again, was it worth it? || SH

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“I remember practicing how to ask you out to the mirror.” (sorry not sorry)

Arielle laughed, though she shouldn’t have, the boy’s expression was drawn and serious-- he was bearing his soul and she took it with humour. Instead, she reached for his hands, curling her own within them; smaller fingers got lost in Gray’s grip. “Don’t be silly, you didn’t have to ask.” It worked better this way, neither had to talk, they worked on a function of silent understanding, the roads paved white and scraped clean.

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"Where are my clothes?" one more bc i can

The response was a shrug of shoulders, Arielle pulled her blanket back over her head. “Probably in the laundry bin.” It wasn’t often that the Vanderbilt entourage did sleepovers, their black sheep cousin had the habit of making them unnecessarily complicated, but Ari treasured the moments spent with Zach. “I’m going to call up crew in a bit, no use spending all day doing nothing when we can do it together.”

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whisper for spence and ollie and ari/the character of ellie's she was seeing

“You can’t get rid of me that easily.” [spence & ollie ]

The words were dropped low against the shell of an ear, almost intimate in his tone– Oliver noted the way the hairs on the back of Spencer’s head lifted, he stepped back, almost anticipating the sharpness of a palm against skin. He should have called before showing up in Brookline once more, but as he’d been ending all of his emails as of late; he had been busy. It was a strange feeling, to be in casual clothing, down by the school where he’d almost finished a degree before darting away again; at this point it was unlikely that he’d ever complete a program, though he supposed it didn’t quite matter at this point. 

She spun around, her usual blur of blonde hair and a wide smile making his own lips split to match. 

“Heya Spence.”

“Let’s get out of here.” [ ari & gray ] edenofink

She wasn’t sure if he’d say yes, though attendance of this entire sordid affair was entirely her idea. Ari had to lean into her date’s shoulder in the most inconspicuous of ways to drop the suggestion, pressing a kiss high on his cheek when she caught a disapproving look from Tinsely’s mother. Squirming out of a family reunion of sorts was always tricky, had her own mother been on hand she’d of sought out assistance in formulating an excuse to race out of the hall entirely. Gray looked too stiff in his suit and she felt mildly trapped in the constricting black dress, she laughed as though he had told her a joke when he leaned down to answer– after all general appearances were all that mattered in these kind of events.

“Thank fuck, you first.”

Sliding her chair back, the brunette reached for his hand, getting up as bravely and as purposefully as she could muster before beelining for the door, Gray stumbling along with her. Once they made it outside they’d share a cigarette and then hail a cab, already the girl was palming for her phone– getting an uber would likely give her aunt a heart attack: therefore, it was already a preference.

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[text] Fuck off. (lila/ari)

[text] I'm not even kidding

[text] nine inches

[text] i should have measured

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phone thing for lila/ari (forever late, i know)

Send me a ☎ for my muse calling yours after they’ve been in an accident

She hadn't called Lila in about a month. It pained her, there was so little for them to talk about anymore. Her lion girl was drifting away and there was an emptiness in her that she struggled to fill. There were letters now and then, urges for each other to pick up and see their old friends, but there was so little action-- they were stoic in their mourning.Arielle was sure that this wasn't on her mind as she careened off the road, an animal skittering across the asphalt and into her view forcing her to steer into the ditch. Her car got a bump in the back, the driver behind her wasn't as merciful as she was, clearly. The squirrel died and the brunette found herself burying her face in her hands, dissolving into shameful tears while the other driver sped away.Her phone was sitting on the seat beside her and the brunette picked it up, scrolling through her contacts until a face that beamed sunshine, surrounded by golden ringlets came up; she'd stolen the picture on one of their beach days. Lila, Lilith, Lion Girl. "Hello?"She didn't mean for her tone to be apprehensive, it was sniffled and soggy, the tears still clung to the syllables."I miss you so much."

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☂

☂ : Our characters getting caught in the rain together & the turnout

They say that for lonely people, rain is a chance to be touched but as her eyes drifted shut and her hands opened, palms empty; waiting for the sky to wrap her in it's embrace-- there came the question of whether the kiss of rain upon lonely lips and bared temples brought affection or if it was merely the lingering reminder of what it was like to be truly alone.

Thin arms curved up towards the sky and pulled in a breath, filling her lungs before it all escaped in a gasp. She tensed, hands falling over her eyes from behind prompting at jump. Callused skin was not gentle upon smoother flesh and Arielle winced, curving backwards towards an undoubtedly solid figure behind her. Gray.

“You're gonna get a cold out here.”

Laughter left her now and she turned slowly, bright eyes betraying the lightness of the laughter; holding her thoughts.

“Fuck it, let me get a cold.”

Her hand, still empty, held out to him now-- an offer she wasn't quite sure he would accept.

“Dance with me?”