#daylight fading

[sandmoonyelse]

[angelica-rossi]

daylight fading || peaches

When the opportunity for an impromptu sleepover landed on her lap, she absolutely took it, especially when it was with the one person she actually considered a friend. Not many people in her lift stuck around after the first interactions; boyfriends, girlfriends, friends, co-workers, all of them normally wrote her off for being too much or too loud, or this or that. While Rhys was more on the shy side, he was genuinely the nicest person that had ever entered her life. She made sure her living room was decked out in the cutest string lights she had and she even bought them a bottle of sparking strawberry wine in case he was feeling up to it. 

She got all sorts of snacks for the two of them, making sure if he wanted absolutely anything she could give it to him. She didn’t want Rhys to think she didn’t care about him for not having fruit snacks or something silly her anxiety tricked her into thinking was major. When the knock on her door signaled he was hear she just about bursted with excitement. She was already in her pjs and her robe hung off her shoulders as she swung the door open with a smile, “Hey! Welcome in! Oh! I forgot! I bought you slippers the other day, I spent a couple months in Japan and the whole slipper thing just kinda came home with me, I wanted you to have a nice pair for here” She admitted as she bent down to show him the slippers she had bought for him, “I hope you like green, they’re memory foam and they had little flowers on them I thought they were cute”

[gusenitsaa]

Please tell me that’s not the end of daylight fading!!!

Ummmm, here hold this:

*runs away*

[gusenitsaa]

I have to know! I have to know if he’s going to come back. Does Liam have to tie him up, like Killian had to? Does hades find out? Does Emma kick Hades ass? Does LIAM kick hades ass? Does Emma forgive Liam for being a jerk? Does Liam forgive Emma for kind of sort of ... you know, murdering his brother?

Yes, No, Probably, oh yes, if Emma leaves any for him, Eventually, tentatively.

Done!

[gardenerwithoutborders]

Daylight Fading || Diana & Leo

@leocapulet

As soon as Diana got off work, she raced into her house and quickly straightened everything up. She hadn’t expected him to message her quite so soon, and she had enough pride in her housekeeping not to want him to see her house in any sort of state of disrepair. She could hear Calla meowing at her in confusion, but she didn’t have time to pet her cat just yet. Everything needed to look nice, without it looking like she’d put effort into looking nice in case he thought she was expecting anything. 

Although, would it be so bad? He was a handsome, interesting man with a love of art she could relate to. And he was a Capulet. Wasn’t he exactly the sort of man she should be interested in? Maybe it was the sleep deprivation, but she found herself freshening her makeup and smoothing down her hair. Just in case. Now it was just a matter of still looking decent while she cooked - and for him to arrive. 

[fhear]

Daylight Fading

[magpiesandmurder]

Daylight Fading

           ☂. December always brought cloudy streaks with rain, both small drizzles and heavy downpours, and while James enjoyed the sound of it, he was never a fan of the fresh smell of wet concrete. It was the end of the week, it meant a few days to relax without any clients, and that meant being happy bothered with the company of Sebastian.

            It was pouring that day.

          Sebastian neglected any cover, as per usual, which had James running from the car to catch up with him as he unwrapped his small black umbrella - jeez, he was getting his Prada all wet and all because of Sebastian’s incessant behavior to walk off without waiting

          “You’re already wet! Haven’t you heard of an umbrella?” The umbrella finally popped! open, allowing James to bring it overhead and push it in Sebastian’s direction, urging him to get under. The man was taller, so it was a little difficult for him to find a good spot for his arm, the umbrella to cover them both, and the other’s head without hitting it with the mesh fabric. Maybe he should poke the guy’s eyes out with the wires poking out the ends, just to get the guy to bend over and under.

          He could only get the umbrella partially over Sebastian - the other would have to put the rest of the effort into getting the both of them to be covered. Christ, good thing it wasn’t windy. It’d only cause more problems and the small umbrella would be more useless than it already was. “Come on, get under. I know it’s a one person, but get your tall ass under already.”

          This was the other’s idea, to go out and about on a rainy evening, where James was neglected to be informed as to where they were going and what was the goal of going in the first place. Just because it was their day off didn’t mean the moron could go on giving him surprises. Not that he didn’t enjoy surprises - just not ones that involved him getting his Prada wet.

                      “Where are we going, again? Wasn’t sure if this outfit would be⸺appropriate.”

[hazstylesok]

Daylight Fading || Self Para

TAGGING  → Harry Styles with mentions of Gigi Hadid

LOCATION  → Beach near Hobbiton

TIME FRAME  → Saturday 19th, September: two in the morning-ish.

GENERAL NOTES  → Triggers may include: spliff, snow, alcohol

Well, shit.

Harry had woken up that Friday morning in a good mood. A great one, actually. He had gone to yoga and showered his ex in love and made great plans with Jules, but somewhere in there, a bad seed was planted and next thing he knew, he was making his way back to the penthouse close to tears. Was it any single person’s fault? No. But just the little things added up that ended up sending the joyful singer in a downward spiral. Not to mention all the negativity triggered him.

And badly.

The first thing he did that night after leaving the penthouse was look for some snow. He knew he was trying to quit, but honestly, he wasn’t gonna go cold turkey. He checked all the sketchy alleyways, asked around in the pub, even a few loiterers outside, but it was all unsuccessful. The most he got out of it all was some weed and he wasn’t really in the mood to try to get that kind of high anyway. So he just bought a bottle of Jack Daniels and heading out.

He ended up returning back to the campfire him and a few friends he had met at the bar set up, but when he arrived on the cool sand the area was deserted and only a few embers remained on the remnants of the wood. The Brit proceed to remove his shoes and neared the shore before planting himself on his arse and tearing open the bottle of alcohol. He needed to stop feeling. Cause if he stopped, he wouldn’t have to think, cause honestly, one thing was on his mind right now.

Gigi.

That girl had always been in his life, but it wasn’t until they shared that cake and had those several late-night conversations that he realized just how much she had gotten under his skin. And in more ways than one. She pissed him off to no end. Her personality directly clashed with his own and if it weren’t for the fact that he cared so much about her, he would’ve walked away after the third argument. But he couldn’t. He couldn’t leave her. He cared too much.

He just wanted her to be happy. He wanted to make her happy. At this point, the singer knew she wasn’t okay ever and the thought tugged at his heart strings in ways he didn’t want to admit. He didn’t enjoy knowing that the blonde was having a hard time. He didn’t like knowing she resorted to drinking and hook ups to avoid whatever she was feeling. He hated it. And if he could, he would’ve flown straight to LA and cleared out her kitchen. He’d strip it of all the alcohol and take whatever she gave him, because she meant enough to him.

And that was what made it so hard.

He knew he liked Gigi in ways many people would disapprove of. He knew his feelings toward her weren’t completely platonic and could confidently say that if Taron and Seb had stayed together, that cake night would’ve been more than just a friendly get-together. But that wasn’t how it turned out. That wasn’t how fate wanted it, so instead of making her happy in ways more than one, he stuck to trying to get her to change her perspective on life. 

It was so fucking hard though.

Cause she’d let him in, then shove him out, then say not okay things but never expand on it. It pissed him off to the point where he had ended up texting her something he didn’t mean. Of course he still cared, but he wasn’t gonna stick around anymore. He wasn’t gonna ask any more questions only to receive empty answers. If she wanted to shut him out then fine. That was her fault. He’d just watch the stars and drink.

And drink and drink and drink and drink..