#demetria.

[tvsglow]

" so -- what do you wanna have for dinner ? also , why's the light turned off ? you've been in here since i left for work this morning , surely you couldn't have been working for that long . "

open to : m / nb ! @indiestarter plot : our muses have been best friends for years , even moved in together after college to save money , etc . basically a ' will they / won't they plot ' inspired by anti romance by hidaka shoko .

[stilloves-arc1]

reia, you have a lot of people who love you.

wisdom is the daughter of experience & she learned too late what was happening right under her nose. she didn't see it before too late, and by then there was nothing she could do. the domino bricks fell, one by one, perfectly stacked by someone she thought stood by her. she thought she was close with and she felt the slow descent into madness when being trapped inside those cards. it slowly burned something inside, turned something else inside out. but the betrayal cut so much deeper. the grief of what was once there. it was still there, and it took so much from her, day by day, it took more and more. more than being trapped. more than losing this . . . connection she thought she had. he broke her trust. he broke relations she had, ever since she was created. it started as a small fracture, and it made everything crumble around her.

she can find a small appreciation, in what reia is trying to do, if only for a brief moment. once, she did have people that loved her. but she is the reason they were all trapped inside those cards. why they were held apart. why magic disappeared. why the world was different. why they had become nothing more than myths and legends. she couldn't forgive herself for not seeing what bastian was up to, why would anyone else ? she didn't deserve it. she doesn't want it.

sitting on one of the pillows on the floor, legs crossed, arms resting in her lap as she watch the flames inside the fireplace. not sure how long she had been rooted in this spot, but it felt like a small pocket in time, where there is some form of peace. there is a slow blink of eyes, one of her hands reach out, feeling the warmth against her skin. " you know that is not true anymore, " her voice is low as she finally speak, head tilt ever so little to the side. it's true, what she told him when they first broke free. he took everything from her. more than her freedom. more than her mind. more than her knowledge. " they cannot forgive me for what happened, and i do not blame them. i cannot forgive me either. "

@taroet

[tvsglow]

" is this love or a panic attack ? it feels like one . would you mind if i asked you on the phone ? " / @indiestarter .

[tvsglow]

@cvreforpain .

what's funny is that demetria felt like they didn't need to be there , in therapy to talk about their -- problems in the bedroom . of course , one of their friends recommended that they do it , which even they think is absolutely fucking ridiculous , because who cared if they were a virgin ? it wasn't a big deal to them as much as it was a big deal to everyone else in their life . but , as they settled on the couch , arms crossed against their chest , merely hesitant to even start the session . however , they knew that if they stayed silent the entire time , the time would go faster & they'd be able to leave , right ? right . demetria keeps their eyes on the other , only with short sighs leaving their lips , allowing for their chest to rise & fall -- contemplating on what he was thinking , how much he gets paid to sit there & talk to people about their sex issues . for a moment , demetria chews down on their lower lip , head tilting to the side with a deadpanned expression contorted on their face , lips merely agape , nonetheless , nothing comes out : they're testing his patience , if anything .

[tvsglow]

@wormful cont . here !

there's a nervous notion in their bones as he sits next to them , fiddling with their fingers -- a curt nod of their head as they're chewing down on their lower lip , concentrated on him as he takes their hand in his , lacing fingers together . a sigh comes out , eyes expressed his way before listening to his words . " it's not that i'm not .. it's just that , " clearing their throat , ensuring that they're going to say the right words . " none of my relationships before this really lasted long . " eyes still on him , anxiety still in their chest , wondering what he's going to say . yet , at his words : they're laughing softly , mentally taking note of that , should the chance come up . " i will make sure to let you know if someone tells me otherwise , " demetria smiles softly , leaning into his touch , gently squeezing on his hand , comforted in the kiss on their cheek . " of course i trust you , noah . & you're stuck with me , no matter what . "

[tvsglow]

" you make me better at this . "

open to : m / nb ! @indiestarter

plot : based off that one scene from the bear in season two .

[untouchedmythos]

@filthysin.

demetria was sleeping over their best friend's house, as usual. well, it started off as a study session & then led into them sleeping over. although, it seemed like a good thing because they may or may not have a thing for her dad. yes, it seemed immoral, all of that -- but demetria was an adult, knew what they were doing. hence, them making a trip downstairs for a glass of water, claiming they were thirsty. although, it was a little ploy to see her best friend's dad. sitting on the couch, seemingly watching a movie : eyes on him, lips curling into a smile before speaking. " is it an interesting watch? " they're asking, hands sliding into the cupboard, grabbing a glass, then placing it on the dispenser, humming to themselves. " mind if i join you? "

[untouchedmythos]

" you know, your voice is very attractive, but your moaning -- definitely needs some work. i promise you, trying again to get me off will help. somewhat. "

open to older men -- !!