#closeds.

[rosyviews]

@sourmourning / s.c. (open)

       ( 💔 )     ⋅ ⋅ ⋅     wasn't expecting visitors, was expecting dorothea even less, and for it to be a version of her with that look in her eyes? he's scrambling to his feet from the chair on his porch, taking a step forward. "you didn't text."

[tipsys]

@gotwcird : closed ( s.c. )

she's on her knees, clad in just ellie's shirt, emphasis on just, waiting a few feet from the door. had been checking the other's location fairly regularly since she arrived at their apartment, wanting to make sure their arrival was as she hoped. the door opens, and emma's back straightens as smile breaks out on her features. "welcome home, ellie baby."

[rosyviews]

       ( 💔 @goresouls )     ⋅ ⋅ ⋅     he's sure that anyone outside the two of them would find him pathetic, but he's too far gone in his adoration with the other to care. lips leave joel's to begin to place soft pecks of love & desire along his jaw, then down his neck. hands, previously on the other's hips, dip underneath the bottom of his shirt. "let me touch you..." voice is low and lustful. "can i?" fabric is grasped in each palm, lifted ever so slightly.

[rosyviews]

closed for @servngcunts: m/f/nb / connection: tension shit! give me smth like 'we almost hooked up but got interrupted and now you've ghosted me'

       ( 💔 )     ⋅ ⋅ ⋅     "tell me," emma refuses to look in their eyes. gaze never drifting higher than their chin. "i was just a placeholder, wasn't i?"

[rosyviews]

closed for: @goresouls / connections: (best) friends or coworkers (unrequited love, one confessed feelings, drunken hookup, etc)

       ( 💔 )     ⋅ ⋅ ⋅     "you know..." kian trails off, bottle brought to his lips for a quick sip. "you keep avoiding me all the time, just like you are at tonight's dinner, pretty soon we're going to be strangers."

[rosyviews]

@sourmourning / something something lark was an ass to their "boyfriend" ... probably argued & shoved him (in parentheses only 2 lark)

       ( 💔 )     ⋅ ⋅ ⋅     her panicked "mory, what the FUCK" still rings in his eardrums as he sits on his balcony. lounged in a chaise and a handrolled joint between his fingers, it's clear he isn't all too torn up over it... or he's trying to act like it at least, like it doesn't have something twisting in his stomach. eyes dart to the door behind him as he's taking a long drag, smoke slowly blown out towards the sky. "he heal from his wounded clavicle? what about his ego?" a pause as he finally tilts his head to rest on his cheek in order to look at her. "why the fuck would you bring him to my party, lucia. y'know i don't like him."

[rosyviews]

       ( 💔 @gotwcird )     ⋅ ⋅ ⋅     "no, bryn it's not--- you know it isn't that i don't want to. we... talked about this before, remember? are you sure this won't mess us up? we, uh, haven't been friends for that long and i don't have many friends off the team anyways. if you count them. i think their wives would count more than they would." he's rambling, mainly because ever since she mentioned wanting tonight to be the night, and that she was wearing lingerie, darío's felt his underwear grow tighter.