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Andy || Rachel

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Andy had spent every moment of his free time for the past week in the gym. He would never admit that he was doing so to avoid Rachel, but if his busy schedule kept him from running into the girl he’d spent too much time with the week before then he wouldn’t complain. So on Friday evening when his muscles were sore and his head hurt he found himself just laying in his bed for the first time in days. His roommate was heading out for the night when there was a knock on the door. Opening the door, his roommate greeted Rachel and let her in before he walked out and closed the door behind him. Andy cursed his roommate under his breath before smiling at Rachel like nothing was wrong. “Hey, Rach. What’s up?”

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&. filius-rex

He’d left Rachel’s apartment defeated. Sure that any chance of putting things back to how they’d once been was in shambles. Not when he’d hurt her so deeply and there wasn’t even a chance on his end to set things right. It’d weighed on the boy, his nights plagued by a guilt that he couldn’t quite erase, and he knew that moving on from Rachel wasn’t something that’d come easily. It hadn’t the first time around, him turning up at her apartment desperate to win her back attested to that, and it wouldn’t now. Even when his friends were telling him to give up on something that was so clearly a hopeless cause. But despite what his mistake in letting her go told, Felix was committed -- not someone who sought a one-night stand nor even a short-lasted fling. No, when he entered into a relationship it was with the knowledge that he’d give it his all, and even if things seemed beyond repair at the moment that meant he wouldn’t let Rachel down now.

But the anticipation for seeing her again wasn’t there this time around, not when it might very well be the last he spent in her company, and Felix couldn’t help but feel awash in loneliness as he tried to straighten his bow tie as best he could without someone there to help. Nerves running through him as he waited for Rachel to show up, sure that they’d be lucky if they got through this wedding without a hitch. Because while he might still be in love with the girl, Felix wasn’t happy, and he’d never been the best actor. Even forcing a smile seemed painful, and if she flinched whenever he so much as touched her... he wasn’t sure how the evening couldn’t end with anything less than a disaster. But regardless of his worries, he’d promised to try and make things right by Rachel, and if enduring a night from hell was something he had to do, he wasn’t about to shy away from that responsibility.

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Lids are heavy as he pushes his way into the apartment, kicking the door closed once he's walked through the threshold. Oh, how he loved his job. Despite the effort it took to shift all the equipment before and after each gig he performed. "You in?" He calls out, kicking off his shoes and wandering deeper into the house. It's been a few weeks now, having her in his home seemed almost normal; in fact, the thought of her not being there had his chest tightening uncomfortably, though he would not be confessing to such a fact in a hurry.

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:: sneak peek / RACHEL

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Rachel is stooped over by her third-floor window, but she straightens immediately when the front door closes behind her with a click.  Her shirt is on the floor, in a crumpled white heap of cotton.  When she turns to gaze at him with hooded eyes, dazed confusion on her face, her bare chest comes to full view.  Although she is young, already it is clear that her body has gone through the customary changes; her breasts have bloomed.  They rest, pert and petite, like soft fruit upon her body.  The nipples are stiff and rosy and begging to be bitten.  It is usually cold in Rachel’s apartment, but these last few days, April has decided to be charitable and has filled the city with warm sun- shine and the smell of spring in the air.

“…”  She’s so dazed, so stunned that her surprise trumps modesty. Her hands stay by her side.  “…Afternoon.”  

        What’s that girl doin’ by the window? She’s shirtless; anybody can see her. He watches Rachel closely, gets a good look at her face, her eyes, and his own green gaze narrows. She looks out of it. Not the same ditziness he’s come to expect from her, but like she’s on something. Unless she just wakes up. Unlikely. It’s evening time, so if anything, she may be retiring early, hence the state of undress. He has a weird feeling about it, despite him being the one showing up under unconventional circumstances.

   Moana steps forward at a leisure gait, his feet quiet on the carpet. Built like a bear, the man has the stealth of a jaguar on the prowl, something which comes as easy to him as breathing now. He stops in front of Rachel, looms over the small girl with a hard expression, displeased. Moana won’t ask questions. Silences reigns for a moment before he continues pass Rachel, down the hall where he knows her bathroom is.

         “I need to borrow your shower.” Already Moana lifts his arm and rows of ink triangles on his skin shift as he pulls his white T-shirt over his head by the back of its collar. Purple bursts bloom on his side and across his shoulders is a dark cloud of similar bruising. Rather than drop his shirt on the floor, he holds it in a loose fist—his knuckles are skinned bright red.