#lcadsingr

[werebtch]

❛   tap .   tap  my  muse  on  the  shoulder  to  garner  their  attention .

                                                                                                                               @lcadsingr​

                         She's        tapping        against        the        counter,        head        nodding        to        the        beat        of        the        rather        loud        music        that        played        from        her        headphones.        Long        nails,        decorated        with        chipped        black        polish        follow        the        sick        drum        line        of        the        song,        before        she        feels        a        tap        to        her        shoulder.        A        little        huff,        but        then        she        remembers,        she's        still        working,        crap.        "        Oh        shit,        sorry,        sorry.        "        Headphone        are        promptly        pulled        from        her        ear        and        shoved        into        the        front        of        her        apron,        flashing        a        wolfish        smile,        "        usually        it's        as        dead        as        disco        at        this        time        of        night,        so        I        was        already        locating        myself        far,        far        away        from        here.        "

[angerbuilt-moved]

@lcadsingr​​​ && starter call .

delanie’s fingertips trace along his shoulders as she walks past the couch with a smile. she pauses behind him and drops a kiss to his hair, humming quietly. “what do you want for dinner? i’m buying.” because anyone who knows her, knows that she can’t cook to save her life. she’s trying, she’s learning but she’s not getting any better at it. “what’re you really craving?”

[shamsgoddess]

@lcadsingr​:          ‘     i    mean,    it    must    be    scary.    terrifying,    really.    to    discover    that    you    can    do    something    that    you    never    thought    you    could    do.     ’

            “     Scary     ?        Perhaps    so,     ”        a    half    hearted    laugh    was    exhaled    into    the    crisp,    evening    air    as    vapor.    Her    arms    draped    around    her    delicate    frame    as    if    they    were    a    blanket.    As    if    she    could    hide    within    their    hold    like    a    child    frightened    of    the    monsters    under    her    bed.          “     I    mean,    relatively,    nothing    is    scarier    than    geese.    They    always    give    me    the    GOOSEBUMPS,    am    I    right     ?        No     ?        That    was    a    bad    one,    I’m    sorry.     ”

             Her    gaze    furtively    averted    his    to    fixate    on    her    feet    as    if    she    were    suddenly    quite    intrigued    by    the    design    of    the    Louis    Vuitton    shoes.    She    fidgeted    in    her    place,    unable    to    keep    still,    perturbed    by    any    possible    scrutiny.          “     It    is,     ”          she    breathed,          “      I    admit    it    is.    I    don’t    like    being    scared,    Oliver.     ”          her    voice    was    small.          

[sacrillege]

@lcadsingr​ liked for a starter !

Eyes wince at the morning light, instinctively shielding them behind slim digits. Hungover didn’t even begin to cover how shitty she was feeling. Stretching stiff limbs the hound will let out a loud groan, her free hand moving about in search of her sunglasses.                                               “jeez what time is it ? ”

[sacrillege]

@lcadsingr​ asked: // ❛  i’m  not  sober  enough  to  talk  about  this .  ❜

𝑵𝑶𝑻𝑯𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑩𝑼𝑻 𝑽𝑼𝑳𝑵𝑬𝑹𝑨𝑩𝑳𝑬 .    ( soft  angst  starters.   )

An exaggerated sigh, she’ll lazily cant her head towards him with a wide grin. As far as she’s concern nothing good ever comes with being sober.  The hound will give him a playful shove, doe eyes staring him down. “or maybee ! you haven’t had enough ! ” She’ll tease, grabbing another beer from the case before placing it in his hand. “c’monn, you can tell me. I’m good at keepin’ secrets.”

[glmchica]

       ❝  𝐈 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 really wanna take a nap, ❞  the petite blonde complains quietly before looking up at oliver.   ❝   how much longer ??  ❞   //    @lcadsingr​.

[glmchica]

*oliver gives charlie a bear hug*

there's a faint little smile on her lips as she returns the hug tightly. " thank you, " charlie mumbles gently.