#ctrliing

[decadencies-a]

@ctrliing​

        “take off the damn ring.” mac wishes she could be even a little bit less blunt-- but she’s staring right at the thing, catching in the light across from her, and it’s all that she can think about. bruno, still being tied to someone else. bruno, bruno who so often feels like he brings along something real, still clinging to a failing marriage. she looks up at him with what’s a mix of embarrassment and stubbornness in her eyes, her jaw setting. “we’re on a date and it’s all i can see.”

[decadencies-a]

@ctrliing​

          “so, we’re just gonna-- steal it?” tybalt’s well aware that the question sounds absolutely ridiculous, but to be fair, the young man has never even considered stealing a thing. why steal when you can put it on the credit card? “so, what? is it for, like, the fuckin’ thrill of it? am i gonna steal one thing and become a god damn kleptomaniac?”

[untwisteds]

@ctrliing  liked  for  a  starter.

          it’s  such  a  cliché  !  poor  ,  sweet  country  girl  gets  lost  in  the  big  city  sometime  after  midnight  when  her  friends  seemed  too  into  their  partying.  brunette  locks  are  combed  through  ,  body  nearly  colliding  with  the  drunks  roaming  the  streets  as  she  tries  to  flag  down  a  cab.  the  problem  is  that  no  one  ever  taught  her  properly  how  to  do  that.  mumbled  apologies  are  soon  muffled  by  pouring  rain  ,  a  short  scoff  falling  from  the  girl’s  lips  as  she  makes  a  run  for  the  nearest  door.  it’s  a  bar  ,  of  course  ,  but  it’s  nearly  empty.

          eyes  fall  upon  the  closest  stranger  ,  rain  dampening  her  hair  quite  quickly  as  she  approaches  them  slowly.        ❛        excuse  me  ?  i  don’t  mean  to  bother  you  or  nothin’.        ❜        index  finger  is  used  to  tap  their  shoulder  lightly  ,  trying  her  best  not  to  really  startle  them.  beth’s  gaze  flicks  towards  the  rain  slamming  into  the  sidewalk  outside  the  window  ,  throat  clearing  quietly.        ❛        i  ,  um  ...  my  phone  got  lost  way  back  at  a  party  and  i  don’t  really  know  much  about  navigatin’  ‘round  here.  do  you  ,  maybe  ,  mind  tellin’  me  where  the  nearest  hotel  is  and  how  to  get  there  ?        ❜

[thewiire]

( * @ctrliing ) –– 2 / 2 !

      ❝ we both know you didn't come here just to stare at me ––– you miss me, don't you? ❞ he knew that seeing her earlier this week was going to awaken buried feelings within them both. he didn't mind, he was always good at hiding how he felt ––– she wasn't. he knew that her seeing him with another woman would bring her to him one way or another. ❝ don't like the idea of me with someone else, do you? ❞

[thewiire]

( * @ctrliing ) 

      sveta was casually lounging in her bed when she was notified that mike was pulling into her property. grabbing her long silk robe, she loosely tied it, allowing the fabric to hang from her shoulders before making her way down her grand staircase. the brunette reached for her front door and smirked upon seeing her old lover. turning on her heel, she sighed waving him in. ❝ come in, no need in you standing there undressing me with those gorgeous eyes of yours. ❞

[amstcrdam-archived]

CLOSED STARTER for @ctrliing base on THIS banger !!

           A HAND COMES to wipe tear stained cheeks, still in the white dress that should’ve reminisced an evening a careless laughters and a once in a blue moon good time, instead served as flag for surrender. the light tap on the window pulls jordyn from the relapse of prior events, quietly sliding open the opaque window hardly acknowledging the familiar face as her gaze drops to the floor. “ i — ” voice breaks as the first tear creates the tiny puddle on the cold tiles, fingers covering her chapped lips to mutter the soft sob. “ i didn’t know what to do. i’m so sorry. ”

[decadencies-a]

          with a light groan he finally stirs from sleep, rolling onto his side only to come to the realization that orion wasn’t there beside him. with a bit of confusion, he rubs the sleep from his eyes and pushes himself up to sit, looking around at her bedroom which he was in. scratching at his chest, he pushes himself up, calling into the apartment, “o? where you at?” @ctrliing

[decadencies-a]

           teddy’s clad in loose cotton and soft denim, a nice breeze coming in through her apartment. it may still be march and cold out, but she’s got every window open, her arms pricking with goosebumps. her head rests on luca’s shoulder as she watches the movie in front of them, face scrunching up in discontent. “this is bad,” she finally says. “like, objectively just BAD.” @ctrliing