#ft. layla

[midnightscxre]

@monstersmuses continued --

Even the dust of hostility from the man she once called her husband stung like a poisonous dagger. Wasn't she over him? Ink on the divorce papers was all dried up, his stuff gone and their memories left in the sands of past...yet, somehow, heart dropped to the stomach when the smooth baritone pointed out the harsh facts. Idea of Seth in the arms of another or a child that is not their own clawed at the tender fibers of the blood pump. Before the dark haired woman could speak up to preserve her dignity, echoes of his last admission widen her eyes, hope breaking the ice of unexplained pain...but died soon after the last words indicated it might be just the matter of time.

" I have the right to know. You do not have to love me, nor even like me, but you will respect me. I am the mother of your child, and what concerns him, concerns me as well. Who you are planning to bring into our son's life therefore, is my business." shielding her feeling behind that explanation was a cheap move, but she was desperate, confused, hurt. Scoffing, she tore her gaze from him, biting her lips. " Is this really what is left from you for me? Rudeness? Hostility? " voice nearly cracking, Layla endured until the last question was voiced.

[scarletjackal]

@offollies | layla

🥼 — “Welcome to Timely, Ms. El-Faouly. I hope you don’t think me rude for not introducing myself sooner.” He didn’t make it a point to meet every soul that slunk their way through his town, but he did make plenty note of them. Being friendly with the saloon had its perks. 

[viktorsavov]

"Layla Johnson" empezó del mismo modo que el otro día tan pronto reconoció la silueta femenina. No esperaba encontrarla tan pronto, mucho menos en el casino, todo un territorio ruso. "¿Vienes a probar suerte en las máquinas? ¿Darme un golpe por la otra noche? Cualquier de las dos está bien para mí". @nycqueen-layla

[midnightscxre]

@ahoystilinski​ 

The stale air of the pub was mixing with the sweet smell of the golden ale in her tall glass. Soft muscle traveled along the edge of the glass, collecting the bitter foam. Patience. Not a virtue she was blessed with after the possession of her body, always requiring an enormous amount of self-control, pulling the iron chain on her own neck, silencing the hateful beast that was starved for the enemy's flesh. The enemy. Demonic side of her was almost able to sniff him out from the second his foot landed in this crowded and falsely cheerful place. Hazel orbs danced around in search for the facial features to connect to the ‘ holy stench ‘ only described by the creatures that shivered in fear even by the sole mention of his bloodline.

 It took her all to silence the growls of the hell’s creation dwelling inside her core, whose claws would go for the neck of the target directly and the job would be done spotlessly. Gaze glued on his back while her pearly whites abused her lower lip painted with crimson shades, and she would not even flinch if the result of that staring could be his attention. The hostility and resentment accumulated inside her chest was unbearable, something so unlike her human self. This man, his brother and their father... all responsible for the end of the delicate creatures of the shadows. Basking in the victory over the wicked every time, managing to get out of the infernal wars with just a few scratches and never paying the full price of interfering in demon's plans. 

It was not always like this, her personality got more sinister and twisted in time, only a product of devil’s work. Layla calmly stood up, feet collecting steps towards the target. Face still covered with shadows, but his appearance would not matter. . . or that was what she believed.  

“ Newcomer? Not many new faces around here. “ Her voice seductive and pleasant like warm caramel. Her hourglass body shape was enough to seal the deal for any greedy eyes. She was a perfect bait, but her hunting skills were far more superior than just using her looks to lure the victims in. “ Least I can do is offer a drink to show our hospitality. “ Then, when her dark hoes finally spotted his face, the glass wall of indifference cracked, shattered pieces attacking her silent heart. Memories torturing her composure, air leaving the lungs and voice tying its own slipknot around the neck. “ Dean? “ shocked woman almost stuttered, ice traveling through the veins. No, no, it could not be. . . 

[viktorsavov]

"Te reto a que me beses." - @nycqueen-layla​

Tan pronto escuchó la propuesta, el ruso dejó la copa a un lado, deslizando una de sus manos alrededor de su cintura. Limpió una gota de sus labios con la lengua, inspeccionando las facciones de la rubia. --- Layla Johnson, ¿se supone que así comienzas las relaciones? --- inquirió, sus manos ceñidas a su cuerpo, hablando con cierta pausa, ligeramente perezoso. --- Muy curiosas tus formas.

[essailpriestess-morana]

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[midnightscxre]

Closed starter @thelcvewitch​

A blanket of white snowflakes covered the lively city fueled by the Christmas spirit. Or  better said, holiday shopping addictions. She pulled her cotton coat over her neck where the cold wind bit her..but in the depths of her skeleton cage, it was colder, emptier..more painful than the frost bite. Lalya looked towards the window decorated with golden Christmas decorations  and white snowman lamps. Men's department. Dark eyes swept over the various offers. Perfumes, briefcases, coats, suits, leather gloves, and...on the right, in a crystal case, watches. Layla moved closer to the glass. A beautiful black watch with gold hands, finely brushed leather strap, with an expensive brand logo...something he would love. She bit her tongue. 

No, there was no point in thinking about it. About what he likes, what he would like, what would surprise or delight him...bring a smile to his handsome face. She let out a deep sigh as she kicked her feet forward, clouds of steaming hot air dancing around her face. Wasn't it enough for her that she unfairly ignored his invitations for a "quickie” after seeing him with someone else? Jealousy devoured her like a black widow would her prey in the web, poisoning her with its bitterness that gnawed at her heart. Something that friends with benefits should never develop. Pulling out her cell phone, his name at the top of the message list. She wanted to call him,  missing his deep baritone that caressed her eardrums. She pressed the name...but before she could call, a familiar voice, as if summoned by her thoughts, broke through the space and over the cheerful Christmas carols. Layla winced and turned around, eyes wide open. “  Oh...hay..I--. I didn’t see you there. “ The man that was torturing her thoughts now materialized in front of the dark haired woman. Layla felt that saying ‘ be careful what you wish for ‘ deep in her bones. “  Christmas shopping?   “ she said the first thing that came to mind..and the second was the face of that woman she saw him with. Maybe he is shopping for her...another sharp sting to Layla’s heart. “  Didn’t take you for the jolly kind of guy, being into traditional values.  “ Bad attempt of a joke, anything to keep her composure.