Dec 18, 2018
@loretold
“What could be so important that you called me here from fucking California?”
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@loretold
“What could be so important that you called me here from fucking California?”
@loretold for charlie.
[🐺] --- the doorbell rang and in front of it, outside, stood the outsider that had become quite close friends with bella swan. not something that was often praised in the town, but perhaps it was due to being a bit of weirdo and lola being so much of a newby to the town that it had pulled the two towards each other. from the get-go, she smelled the vampire off her and even the other wolves that she had heard rumours about. quite a town, if you thought about it. however lola was not there to fight or to cause drama, unless it was required, she simply tried to find a place that was less like beacon hills...and she clearly hadn’t been able to succeed. “you’re opening the door to tell me bella didn’t forget about our weekly work-out and she’s just behind you--- or she actually forgot about it and decided to run off with edward?” lola wouldn’t blame her friend, though, love made you do crazy things. however, it didn’t make this less embarrassing as she was standing there in tight spandex that hugged her curves rather tightly and a jacket that did little to cover up her busty chest that tried to escape from the sports bra that was meant to keep everything back and supressed to an extent.
@loretold / * starter for edward !
SUN FILTERS DOWN THROUGH THE LEAVES ABOVE . she traces a finger up and down edward’s forearm , an easy , idle motion . as much as she’s come to love the clouds and the cold , just to keep edward at her side , she still craves sunny days . when he’s too conspicuous to spend time around any humans , excluding her . bella’s settled on her side , lying in the grass , eyes dancing over the shimmering expanse of his exposed skin . ❛ you sure you don’t just want to elope ? ❜ breaking their easy silence . her gaze flicking to the ring he finally convinced her to wear . ❛ i saw some of alice’s plans earlier and they’re honestly terrifying . ❜
“do you like coffee?” was his very abrupt way of starting their conversation that day. mass had just ended, and caleb had been working up to this all week so he wanted to get it out there. he was nervous, obviously so; fingers kept fidgeting, breathing was a little off. but he was determined. and still brave enough to meet jasper’s eyes, his own hazel lightened by the smile on his face. “because i -- uh, well, i was wondering if maybe you’d wanna get some. sometime. maybe? or food. or -- something?” smooth. // @loretold call!
@loretold followed!
“You and I both know the answer to that question, and there’s no reason for us to discuss that here.”
“y -- you don’t have to call my mom, do you?” face is stuck in a grimace, arm held close. cheeks are still tear stained, a greater sign of this pain he’s in. he’s adamantly refused letting them x-ray it; he knows it’s broken. he worked that out two days ago, when the injury had originally happened. that doesn’t mean he wants them to know. if eric hadn’t forced him here, he wouldn’t have even come. “i m -- mean, i’m fine. it’s -- it’s a sprain. i shouldn’t... shouldn’t even be h -- here... c -- can i go? please.” // @loretold call!
★ @loretold
it wasn’t really planned━ billy woke up in the morning with melancholy sitting on his shoulders. he doesn’t know why, it just happens. he gets through it. maybe he could blame some kind of trigger, like his reflection in his bedroom window when he shooed the neighbourhood tabby off the ledge ( he still doesn’t know how it gets up there ). or maybe because the shirt he’d picked out today was just that bad shade of red. who knows. he’d asked teddy about it at breakfast━━ ‘ hey━ do you maybe want...to go to the mansion today? ‘. in some kind of careful tone, because no, he doesn’t want to see his ‘ mother ‘, or ask captain america to sign anything for him. it’s the people that were, not that still are, that he’s thinking about.
billy riffles his pockets, counts the coins he had that would normally be used on comic books, cola cans. he’s not sure what flowers he should be buying. the sweet stall woman asks if it’s for a special girl, and he smiles awkwardly, not really. but...yeah, sort of. two, in fact. one he knew so well, and the other he wished he’d known better. thinking about it... he follows the flowers around the stall, meets teddy empty handed. ❛ i don’t know which ones to get them... ❜ it feels important. maybe he should ask the one who’s GOOD at things like this. and would know favourite colours and favourite types. or maybe that’s too pushy. he can’t decide.
@loretold continued from here for markus from simon
KEEPING JERICHO ON THE DOWN-LOW had proved to be rather difficult. on the one hand, simon wanted to help as many androids as he possibly could. but north & josh made valid points about keeping quiet. but when they found markus near jericho, simon had took it upon himself to welcome an damaged android into the ship for repair. after fixing the damaged bio-components, simon offered a warm smile. that was AGAINST PROGRAMMING but that’s what made him deviant after all. ❛ welcome to jericho, ❜ simon welcomed, his tone gentler than he had used than the one he used when he left his family. these were his people now. he offered his arm to pull markus up, simon nearly stumbling into the larger man as he did. ❛ no need to thank us. my name is simon. you’ll be safe here. i repaired some damaged bio-components. what’s your name ? ❜