#lylaquinn

[oliverhalstead]

Second Date | Lyla&Oliver

Oliver had attempted to prepare a meal for Lyla before she arrived but he failed horribly, having his assistant fly over with some sushi he could attempt to prepare for them. Of course she didn’t leave without picking on him and his anxious self but she was gone in no time and as Oliver finished preparing the food on a dish, he heard the knocking and set his plates down. Carefully moving to the table, the male struck a match and lit both candles. “Coming.” He hollered, blowing out the matched and tossing them on the sink before he opened the door for the blonde. “Wow...you look beautiful. C’mon in.” He smiled, offering her his hand to pull her inside.

@lylaquinn

[achillesxhill]

for @lylaquinn

  the email said he had to come in roughly an hour or so earlier to meet their   ‘consultant’, before beginning the  very  first  shift  a t whitehill, and he had    spent the past few days since he had gotten the email  convincing himself    that tons of people in the world shared the name quinn --  like harley? and    there were tons  more  named  lyla.  but  a small part of himself was afraid.     that he’d be confronted with a past  he  didn’t  think he’d have the chance     to reminisce on.

   so what was he feeling when he had to push open that door in corporate?    fear? terror? confusion?  anxiety.  but still--  it had to be done. and surely    enough,  there  he  was  in  the door way,  confronted  by a past he didn’t    pray hard enough to avoid. but he  didn’t  quite  regret  it, when he’s here,    catching an eyeful of what had used to make his  heart  jump.  seems like    she hadn’t  lost  that  trick  quite yet. she’s still as beautiful as he had last    left her. new york was too small to really leave anything behind. 

   fuck.

   his mouth is dry-- all he remembers is the way she’d hold his head in her    lap, keep him calm. he shakes it off. 

        “-- -- -- hey.”

[oliverhalstead]

Did It For The Girl | Lyla&Oliver

Oliver could see the hurt clear in her eyes last night when he let her walk away from him. That was his first mistake. It was clear his actions prior to being with the woman hurt her and nothing could take that image from him despite how desperately he wished he could un-see it. Last night he was filled with more confusion than anything else and Oliver couldn’t understand why she was so upset over something that happened before she was even in the picture but when she had walked away from him and the sting took hold, he could tell this was about so much more. There was no way he was just going to give up on her, not like this. Not when he could show her she was more than just a number to him and he wasn’t doing this to add another forbidden night as a notch under his belt. There has to be a cooling off period for her, one that allowed him to think and her to do the same before he reached out again despite how badly he wanted to just use his connections and find his way to her apartment. No. He was more clever than that. During the day he had been hard at work figuring out just how to go about this but he knew while she was on the clock was out of the question. A man wouldn’t be the reason she sat home on her couch either. When Oliver had his plan set in motion he sat back and watched it unfold. Having prepared the evening with a little help, he made certain that when she entered her place, it was covered in rose petals and various sizes of candles littered every shelf and table top he could find providing their only light. Two plates sat on her table with two long candles lit, casting light on the food he actually cooked, albeit burnt and probably inedible but cooked by him nonetheless. The petals lead into her room though he wasn’t found in there, rather he stood in the middle of it all dressed in jeans, a dress shirt, tie and a blazer as he held a rose to meet her eyes when she entered. “Hey you.” @lylaquinn

[oliverhalstead]

Text | Lyla&Oliver

Oliver: Any chance you're free tonight?

Oliver: Figured we can do something exciting outside of Whitehill?

[oliverhalstead]

Closed Starter for @lylaquinn

After particularly stressful days Oliver could always find himself the most solace in the gym. After a special request of his was granted, he generally ended each workout on the salmon ladder. As made his way up his last rep, he was so lost in the adrenaline rush he hadn’t heard the woman walk in.

[achillesxhill]

for @lylaquinn

        [ 03:21:43 -- lyla ] supyer cliche but i miss you         [ 03:22:03 -- lyla ] ouyt for drinks you should jioin mhe

truth be told, he wasn’t really even in a bar at the very moment as his fat, clumsy fingers tapped noiselessly at the screen. light illuminating his features in the dark alleyway, he slips his phone back into his pocket and lights another cigarette. what was he thinking? to be fair, he wasn’t really thinking at all. all he had was a head full of the images of her, her blonde hair, the way she’s laugh at something stupid he’d done, the way she smelled every time she cuddled closer into his chest. god. this was his punishment wasn’t it? for all those things he had done. he curses and pulls another drag.