#impulsivcty

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“   i promise i was going to tell you darling   ...   eventually.   ”

( sc )   catelyn stark     ›     @impulsivcty ,   winter blackwood

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          𝘴𝘪𝘯 𝘨𝘯𝘢𝘸𝘴 𝘩𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘳𝘪𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘤   facade,  storm brewing in yearning gaze   /   insatiable appetite blooming deep within.  this specific hunger could only be satisfied by a specific type of attention,  one that stella was oh so skilled in giving her.  she awaited the other’s gaze before making any sort of move.  plush,  rouge stained lips ever so slowly wrap around digit that had been dipped in sickly sweet icing that adorned her dessert.  oh how very unlike her,  to perform in such a provocative way in the presence of others.  once absolutely certain that any trace of sugary substance was swallowed,  finger is released with a soft pop.  that is when distance between them is finally closed,  unhurried steps are used,  emphasis on hip sway with each foot placed.     ❛  how are you enjoying your evening,  darling ?  ❜     volume is soft,  but it does not interfere with the innocent way it’s spoken.

@impulsivcty​​​​   *   ⤻   𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋,   𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐀 𝐑𝐎𝐂𝐊𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐋.

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continued,  @impulsivcty.

[  sent  /  love  *  ]  -  i know, babe. [  sent  /  love  *  ]  -  i’m with jesus in emergency. he tried to sneak in through the window. [  sent  /  love  *  ]  -  he scared jude. jude screamed. jesus fell. [  sent  /  love  *  ]  -  doctor’s getting x-rays but it looks like his arm’s broken.

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❛  we have to go to church,  it’s simply been far too long since we’ve attended   &   i’m certain we both have plenty of sins we need to repent from.  ❜

@impulsivcty​​​​   *   ⤻   𝐂𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐊? 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑,   𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐀 𝐑𝐎𝐂𝐊𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐋.

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𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘪𝘴 𝘥𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘭𝘺,  𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘴   become absent.  there’s a certain kind of thrill to this all,  the secrecy of their affair is stimulating in an indescribable way.  it’s wrong,  but there’s no use in reasoning once the heavy petting starts.  leaving bree breathless   &   craving more                    it’s become an addiction.  it’s filthy,  messy,  completely out of character for the housewife   &   that’s what makes it so delectable.     ❛  what took you so long ?  i was beginning to think you were going to stand me up.  ❜     tugging at the fabric of dress blouse,  leaving wrinkles   &   imperfections as evidence of what they were about to do.

@impulsivcty​​​   *   ⤻   𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋,   𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐀 𝐑𝐎𝐂𝐊𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐋.

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𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘶𝘯𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘢𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘣𝘪𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴   are threatening to spill.  they’ve been going back   &   forth in this argument for heaven knows how long,   &   bree is approaching the end of her wits rapidly.     ❛  because         well,  because i love you !  ❜     they escape with a rush of air,  despite the lively way they break past lips after the long pause she’s out of breath.  head is heavy,  sense clouded by the overwhelming emotions that she can’t seem to keep under control.     ❛  there,  are you happy ?  ❜

@impulsivcty​​   *   ⤻   said kath needed love,   𝐊𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐘𝐅𝐀𝐈𝐑.

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𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘳 𝘸𝘦𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘺 𝘰𝘯 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘵,  𝘤𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘺   resemblance of happiness that bree had once harbored.  things haven’t been the same,  not since katherine left without a word.  no better than a thief in the night:  escaping with bree’s heart.  she’s relapsed,  turning to the only remaining constant,  the only thing that has not abandoned her.  chardonnay.  far too gone to know how many cups she’s lost herself in,  onto bottles now.  it’s because of this the message is typed up,  one of no sense   &   longing but it didn’t matter,  she had to speak to her.  the voice of reason doesn’t keep her from pressing send.  tomorrow she’ll regret it,  wish that it all can be taken back,  knowing that it was not her place to miss the woman.  the vibration startles her,  anxiety blooms in the pit of stomach,  shaky hand raises the cellular device   &   eyes scan across the response.

[   𝐭𝐞𝐱𝐭 : 𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭  ]     i can’t sleep. [   𝐭𝐞𝐱𝐭 : 𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭  ]     i haven’t slept since you moved out. [   𝐭𝐞𝐱𝐭 : 𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭  ]     your home is here with me,  in my arms.

𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐔𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍   /   FEATURING: @impulsivcty​,   𝐊𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐘𝐅𝐀𝐈𝐑.

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“   oh don’t be silly,   it’s no trouble at all.   ”

( sc )   ingrid     ›     @impulsivcty ,   jane porter