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Ah, por favor. Coloque um sorriso nesse seu lindo rosto ou você irá quebrar o meu coração! Não pode ser tão ruim assim passar uma temporada aqui comigo.
“And what do you think y o u ‘ r e doing?”
The sun hung low overhead, softened by a layer of clouds, mottling the Long Island Sound with lazy streams of crepuscular light. Anastasia held a canoe paddle in her right hand. She wished it was a pencil instead.
She wished she could sit in the middle of the sand with her sketchbook and trace the sunset in all of its lethargic brilliance. And yet, there she was, one hand clasped around the warn out handle of the canoe stick. Anastasia hated this, the water and all that lurked underneath. She tipped her chin back up, so that she could once again take in the sunset. This was what she loved about Camp Half-Blood. Not the threat of drowning, nor the fact that she had been forced to confront this fear. “Well,” she began, frowning, “can we get this over with, already?”
——❝ EXCUSE ME, what? since when am i suppose to·report back to you whenever i go out? ❞ leo voice·was pretty slurred, leaning against the bar counter·as he raised his drink, ❝ fuck, man, i don’t need·you worrying about me, yeah? i hate that shit, and·especially i don’t need it from you. let me live, will ya? i’m fine, obviously. ❞
based off this plot ;;
frankly, leo could’ve spent his friday night in a much better setting than his ex-lovers house, but it’s not like it’s unusual either. ever since they broke up, they’ve been more at each others throats than actually taking time apart. they surely agreed on ending it mutually, but so far it doesn’t seem that way. as leo barged in the moment the door opened, he had to admit he got a little buzzed before coming over, ❝ what? no date tonight? bummer, i was really looking forward to see what loser you brought home this time. where’s the beer? ❞
based off this (x) plot
❝ what’s wrong, princess, is a little noise bothering you? ❞ leo knew very well that he had his stereo sound on a new level of high. he honestly was a bit buzzed and careless to even think of does affected around him. once leo is in his own zone, all he can think of is himself, ❝ maybe if you took out that stick up your ass, you could appreciate some fun, yeah? if you can’t fight it, i say join em’. ❞
"This is my jam! Turn the speakers up!" Emma, stop embarrassing yourself.
Friendshipping || Eli+_________
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