#heartrites

[monstyrigone]

did you know them

yeah bro that's your aunt stacy in the sky, your uncle dewey on the left, and those two on the right? that's ben and george. me? i'm in the middle. cause i'm a big back bitch.

[positivelys]

miew ( @heartrites ) is truly one of the sweetest people on this site!! i adore their enthusiasm for their muses & seeing them on the dash every day makes me super happy!! i love them sm!! 💕

[solrites]

“ Are we arguing or flirting right now? I can’t tell. ” / solhenry

you stare at him blankly for a long moment, perhaps confused into silence at the statement for a moment. a glance around, maybe seeing if someone else heard this statement and is just as thrown off by it as you are. chin propped up on your hand, your words are muffled behind your fingers, slow - as if stating the obvious. "you never fl-flirt with me. i think we're - we're well past that. i don't think yo-you've ever done that." what you mean to say: you don't think whatever you two do is considered flirting, just always doing something that would make anyone else feel like they're invading a private moment if they even glanced at the two of you from the corner of their eye. your lips twitch upwards behind your hand, amused - keep your unblinking gaze on his face. "i'm n-not ar-argu-arguing wi-with you, either. yo-you're the one th-that seems a-awfully upset that my - mikey is visiting me. why's that?" and you tried to reassure with the: mikey isn't the person i want, relax. it did not seem to make him relax, despite your best efforts. that's what got you two into this conversation in the first place. "di-didn't you tell me so-something about - about thr-throwing fi-fits about som-something minor and trivial once?" / @heartrites

[audaciiae]

@heartrites

"Henry, I'm fine. I just tripped. That's all."

Camilla feels her cheeks flush a little in embarrassment as Henry pushes up the sleeves of her sweater to better examine the bruises on her arms. She's not normally such a terrible liar, but it's so hard to be anything but honest with him. They both know that these couldn't come from simply falling, looking more like someone had taken her arm and squeezed.

They both know who. And they both know why. But it's so hard for her to say out loud, especially when they're still loitering around the library. Anyone could hear them, and she doesn't want that. "Henry, really, just--you fret far too much." And she finally pulls her arm out of his grasp, looking away, feeling as awkward as ever.

[teddaby]

@heartrites said : " yesterday you didn't believe me. what changed ? " / henrymilla

   you've always appreciated how henry has always seemed to understand you , given you such patience . right now , you're not sure if you even deserve it , given how cold you were to him yesterday — he meant well , and yet you allowed charles' own opinion of henry to cloud your judgment , enough to go as far as accusing henry of only caring about himself , when all he did was try to show he cared . in the moment , it was easier to pretend that henry might only be getting involved with you for selfish reasons , than to believe that you don't somehow deserve the bad things that happen in your life . you didn't want to believe that your own brother would say such awful things about henry for no reason , and you let him get into your head instead .

   trembling fingers tap against the table as the silence stretches on , staring at them to avoid henry's gaze . you're obviously distressed , yes , but not because of the silence ... it's far more bearable with henry than anyone else , letting you take the time you need when you struggle to speak . it means a lot , the little ways he tries to comfort you , even when nothing is said / tolerating these silences , sharing his cigarettes without needing to ask , giving his lighter to mess with , so you have something to do with your hands ... you feel seen and understood , maybe more than you ever have been . you wish you could tell him that , but you never can , so you just have to hope he simply knows .

   " ... i did . believe you . " finally you can speak , nails digging into the skin of your fingers , " but i wanted to believe charles , too . part of me did , in the moment . it was silly , and unfair ... " always so level-headed and rational , that's how you've been described in the past , but only because you rarely show how you really feel . you don't feel like either of those things right now , always so stuck in your head . only now do you force yourself look at him , " i'm sorry , henry . i didn't mean what i said . "

[teddaby]

@heartrites said : " don't you have any friends ? " / azaya carmen

   " i - obviously i have friends ! " said a little more defensively than intended , because why would he even ask something like that ? of course you have friends . a few . maybe . " i have friends at work , " who you don't really talk to , unless you're actually at work . " and some people i hang out with sometimes , " a few people you might drink with from time to time , an ex-situationship here and there . you're not exactly the best at keeping friends ... short-lived and circumstantial , you sleep too much or forget to keep in touch , and you weren't very popular in school , either . you have acquaintances at best — you're fun to drink with , and to sleep with , and that's about it .

   it's hard to look at him , now that you're thinking on it more than you usually would , turning away to pick at your nails in your irritation . what a stupid question ... " why does that even matter ? mind your business . "

[teddaby]

@heartrites said : 🍷 henrymilla too

send 🍷 for my muse's reaction to yours appearing at their door, drunk.

ㅤㅤㅤ   it's not too bad , spending the night by yourself every now and then . you often dislike being completely alone , and like to have the others nearby even when you disappear into another room , but right now it's probably for the best that the others are elsewhere , especially after you get into a fight with charles . you can just enjoy your time reading with a glass of whiskey , the radio on quietly , without worrying about making everything uncomfortable — until there's a knock on the door , that is , a little surprising at this time .

   " henry ? i thought you were out with the others ? " like you were supposed to be , having decided not to go at the last minute thanks to charles' foul temper . no one likes it when things are tense between the two of you ; it makes things terribly awkward , and you didn't want to ruin everyone's fun . god knows what excuse charles' made for your sudden absense this time , and you expect bunny and francis to have something to say about it in the morning .

   he doesn't need to ask , the door already open for him to enter — with the smell of alcohol , and no charles' to be seen , you can only assume he had been out with the rest , and left without them . charles will probably crash at francis' or bunny's and be back in the morning , with some kind of apology in tow . cheap flowers , or something .

   why is he here , though ? not that you mind , but ... " i'm fine , henry , if that's why you're here . really . " you fuss over his clothes , fixing his collar ; and the same with his hair , reaching up to brush it out of his face and get a good look at him , to make sure he's alright , your touch lingering longer than it would for anyone else ... you wonder if you should get him something , make him sit or lay down , but part of you would rather just stay here in the awkwardly sized entryway with him , " ... what's wrong ? "

[rinkholy]

@heartrites said: sorry– am i crazy, or have we met before? / sami but to shane or whoever else wants a lil angel girl. maybe ur ocs 👀

"Uh, I don't think so. Have we?" Eli blinks, looking up from her phone as Sami speaks. It wouldn't be crazy to think that someone would recognize her, considering she's a professional hockey player. It happens often enough that she's used to it, so she's under the impression that this might be a fan? Maybe? She doesn't like to assume, though, because assuming gives you a big ego or...whatever her mom told her after she was drafted. When you stay humble, you play better. It holds true well enough.

So she smiles and shrugs, tilting her head. "Sorry, I don't actually think we've met. But that's okay! I'm Eli. Did you wanna sit?" She gestures to the seat across from her, putting her phone into her pocket. "I'm just hanging out, so I don't mind."