#for4bes

[sirensought]

@for4bes sent — ; caroline’s giving eric a small kiss to the forehead

fatigued  ocean  blue  eyes  flutter  softly  shut  and  the  corners  of  his  lips  tug  gently  upward  drawing  a  soft  smile.  his  entire  body  relaxing  under  the  featherlight  touch.  a  warm  blush  flooding  his  cheeks  and  down  to  his  neck.  he  was  no  longer  used  to  being  on  the  receiving  end  of  such  tender  affection.  he'd  long  forgotten  just  how  soothing  the  simple  gesture  could  be.   ❛  you  have  no  idea  how  much  i  needed  that.  ❜   or  maybe  she  did.  

[luckhissoul]

@for4bes asked : 🤕 - to dress your muse’s wound .

"you know --- you don't have to do it." he says it because he doesn't know what else to say. sometimes things get quiet around the house and he doesn't talk for what feels like hours. food goes cold, the radio plays the same show. sometimes he talks too much. he had been asked one time too many about how it felt being home. he had no idea how to answer that. being back felt like something ugly, something right, something that wouldn't ever recover. that was stupid. something to laugh off. but there are missing parts. things that won't grow back.

not like the skin that's going to start to scar on his shoulder. but for now it's an aching messy thing that needs another week or two they said. there's more of them where that came from. he's not the man who had taken her out dancing and had a good time just before - but they hadn't even known each other then. so, what would changes matter? her hands are soft, her hair smells good when it brushes pass him. he had remembered that. little details, like that one article of hers he read and how he had thought that if it mattered to have someone waiting then it was nice for it to be her. "i think i can manage." but he doesn't move to stop her.

[wastheheart-arc]

Short Angst Starters

@for4bes asked: ❛ it was a nightmare, that’s all. ❜ (hello & thank you!)

Esme lingers awkwardly in the doorway. Even with the lack of light, Esme can see Caroline among sheets. The blonde's voice is a relief to hear after the familiar sound of night terrors plaguing her, but Esme still can't help the way concern draws her brow together despite the other's reassurance.

"Do you want to talk about it?" she eventually asks, purposely grounding her feet below her to stop nervous shuffling. "I've got all night, morning and day," she offers in way of a joke.

[historiavn]

@for4bes said; ❛ Your impression of me is wrong. ❜

╰► SOURCE: pinterest quotes with potential

BRUCE MEETS CAROLINE’S piercing gaze amidst the furrowing of his brows, allowing his lips to curl upward into the faintest smile while the TIME TRAVELER spoke.

❛ I’ve come to realize that your impression of me is wrong as well, Miss Forbes. ❜ Bruce blurts out, only for a slight blush to appear on his cheeks when he realizes that he had just dared to speak his mind. In his father’s house, this defiant act was a punishable offense — but he’s no longer in his father’s house. He can speak his mind now, as often as he wants to be finally be heard. ❛ Well … uh … we’ve both been wrong about each other, I think, and for that I apologize. ❜

[inspotlight]

❝    oh,    no,    that's    not    necessary.    ❞    nini    says,    but    her    fingers    immediately    wrap    around    the    fabric    of    the    leather    jacket    draped    over    her    shoulders.    ❝    seriously,    i    don't    want    you    to    be    cold.    i'd    feel    even    worse    if    you    were    cold    because    of    me.    ❞

@for4bes

[wastheheart-arc]

Short Angst Starters

@for4bes asked: ❛ do you want me to leave? ❜ (thank you!)

It isn't often she ventures back to Ohio. Sometimes it's better to leave things in the past, but she can't help but travel back every now and then. Her "family" have lived here before, too. As much as she isn't fond of returning, needs simply must sometimes.

She doesn't have to return to the farm she had called her childhood home, but curiosity gets the better of her.

She doesn't dare trespass, she simply observes from outside; eyes trace across every familiar corner and curve of the farmhouse that used to be filled with her laughter. It's where she first learned to crawl... took her first steps. The leaves peeking from behind the roof belong to the tree she fell from.

Caroline's voice comes unexpectedly. She can hear someone behind her, but she expects to be met with a man wielding a shotgun.

Esme stands having been perching on a fence bordering a field. "Um... I... no," she replies. "No, it's fine... I just... it reminds me of home is all."

[girlief]

cause fuck it, i was in love.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎* . ’ ⋆  ❦  ⊰    ᵈⁱᵃʳʸ  ᵉⁿᵗʳʸ     :     ttpd sentence starters.

shifts     uneasily     in     her     seat,     gaze     soft     and     mournful,     doe     eyes     quietly     searching     caroline's     face.     it     isn't     the     conversation     that     unsettles     her,     nor     is     there     any     reluctance     to     speak.     rather,     ᵃ     ᵈᵉᵉᵖ     ᵉᵐᵖᵃᵗʰʸ     ˢᵗⁱʳˢ     ʷⁱᵗʰⁱⁿ     ᵖᵉᵗⁱᵗᵉ     ᶠⁱᵍᵘʳᵉ,     each     word     from     caroline's     lips     tightening     the     knot     of     concern     in     chest.     oh,     how     much     she     hates     it,     seeing     her     friend     so     fragile,     spirit     dimmed,     hurt   /   ʇɹnɥ.          ❛     sometimes     loving     someone     isn't     enough.     ❜          little     dove,     voice     edged     with     a     raw     honesty     as     nimble     digits     reach     out,     gently     capturing     caroline's     hands     into     her     own.          ❛     maybe,     just     maybe     –     you're     better     off     stepping     away.     ❜

[violantdesires]

@for4bes asked: i'm amazed you made it this far .

↪ 𝑾𝑯𝑨𝑻 𝑯𝑨𝑷𝑷𝑬𝑵𝑬𝑫 𝑻𝑶 𝑴𝑶𝑵𝑫𝑨𝒀 ?

"You and me both," Jack admitted, "I'm surprised I lasted a week, it's not like some didn't after all." light-hearted as his tone was he meant it. If asked before all of this happened, he wouldn't have believed he could survive something like this himself.