#deadfaiths

[tipsys]

closed for: @deadfaiths

"i categorize my life according to our time together now... i was talking to someone the other day and they asked how long it had been since i saw them last. instantly, in my head, i went 'well, jo's slept over about 4 times since the last...' took me a lot longer to figure out what that meant in reality."

[b3dchem]

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as she gradually closed the gap between them, her head tilted to the right. a playful smirk flickered at the corners of her mouth. her delicate finger traced down his chest, “ don't tease me. ”

[b3dchem]

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“ are you flirting with me? ” the blonde man inquired, amusement evident in his voice as a teasing smirk tugged at the corner of his lips.

[tipsys]

closed for @deadfaiths: any dom muse (cliche "help me practice for my date" but we start using it as an excuse to keep fooling around, but give it spice bc they're not a virgin they're just out of practice?)

"i'm sorry... i just don't believe you." perhaps she should broach the topic with a little more sensitivity, but saga can't help but allow the smile to twinkle along her lips. "what the hell do you need practice for? i'm sure it's just like riding a bike... you didn't regrow your virginity during that dry spell after all." cue the laugh that spills up from her chest as she rolls her eyes. the biggest thing to note is that the blonde doesn't turn them down flat out, not with her words or with her body language.

[tipsys]

closed for @deadfaiths

he can still hear the way their raised tones sounded between his pulse's thumping in his ears, the aggressive words that were volleyed back and forth between them, the unresolved tension in the car ride, and the awkward goodbye as he dropped her back at her place. the two best friends hadn't spoken more than a social media story interaction since then, and quite frankly, he was losing his mind. spinning those conclusions she'd thrown at him, those things all of his thoughts & feelings could mean, over and over. the designer didn't think he could keep doing it anymore while still making healthy decisions. it's why he's arriving tonight without word, using his key to enter-- rationalizing it in his mind as tonight was the night of the week they always did something. was betting on having known the woman well enough for her to not have penned in a new activity for tonight. it's why he has a bag of takeout in one hand & a case of hard seltzers in the other. follows a familiar path to her living room, and while there is a pang in his chest when his eyes land on her, nothing is said. kristiano simply sits on the couch beside her, ample space given between them. starts unpacking the bag onto the coffee table, the food placed before her is what finally gets him talking. "your week to pick--- got your favorite."

[tipsys]

closed for @deadfaiths: any muses (coworkers, another student, neighbor, someone who intrigued zan and she has just... stuck around despite them having zero commonalities)

her fingers hop from one item to another as she trails her hand along the shelf. walks parallel to the other in the next aisle, zan's eyes peak over to look at them from over the top. "do you secretly hate me?" a pause, gaze quickly dropping back to the actions of her hand. "because i would rather you just do it in the open... i don't succeed with subtleties very often..."

[ssrmiyeon-blog]

@deadfaiths

Miyeon, as usual, entered the church and sat down on one of the benches, at the very back. She never sat near the priest or the people who were praying, because she wasn’t really like them. She wasn’t here because she believed in God. She was here to remember. Yihyun was Catholic. She never imposed it on Jiyong or Miyeon, but she went to church at least once a month, and always on Christmas. It left something in Miyeon, where churches, priests, all those holy things has a calming effect. A nostalgia too, as Yihyun died years ago....