#ncuveaus

[clevvre-blog]

@ncuveaus​

       “--daph, i really don’t have time for this.” and he means it, though he’s currently busying himself in the corner of his new office dedicated solely for alcohol. “and i don’t mean that as a challenge. no perching yourself up on my desk. i’m busy.” he’s freaking out, and not too keen on daphne being a witness. “besides, brooklyn might stop by unannounced. she...,” dom throws a patently grimaced smile at her, “does that.”

[modcrn]

✿ ⁇ % hale/cilla

Send “✿” for a SUGGESTIVE text. 

sms , outgoing: hey , pretty girl. instead of coming to the club tonight i think we should just skip that and you should come over. don’t have to bother getting all dressed up in clothes that are just gonna come right off of you. 

Send “⁇” for a DRUNK text.

sms , outgoing: lsiten do you think i should start theming my clubs??? i could have an ocean club. there could be FISH , cil. fish.

Send “%” for a CURIOUS text.

sms , outgoing: pink or red , baby ? i can’t tell you what it’s for but you can know that it’s wearable and i can’t decide which looks better on you.

[clevvre-blog]

✿⁇# dom/cilla

a suggestive, drunk, random text.

( 6:48 pm ): our portfolio needs updating. i’m visualizing rope and paints.( 6:56 pm ): WAIT no this is the real vision. ok you’re in just a tie and holding a huge political flyer. ‘daddy for senator’( 7:00 pm ): is it senator he’s running for?? details matter.

[rendezvcus-blog]

‘ find that brilliant badass inside of you and believe in her . i know i do . ’ cilla/eden

“ IF THE INTENT OF YOUR words was to make me cry, Cilla, you might have succeeded, ” Eden huffs, blinking frantically and then screwing up her nose. She’s feeling so stupidly emotional lately. “ But you– you’re right. It’s just a lull! I’ll be back to normal in no time and I’ll be feeling so much better about myself and about work and about everything.” She sighs and leans back into the cushions on her couch. “ You, Cilla, are the greatest person I know. Truly. I don’t know what the hell I’d do without you telling me to find my inner badass.” She sits up and scoots over to Cilla before wrapping her arms around her. “ Hey. I believe in you, too. ”

[rendezvcus-blog]

‘ if the zombies come , this is where i’m hiding . ’ cilla/bass

BASS SNORTS. “ My walk-in wardrobe? Yeah, it’s definitely gonna keep you safe when they’re bangin’ down doors and wandering through my apartment, all– ” he imitates a zombie and wanders towards her before breaking character and laughing, wrapping an arm around her shoulders. “ Maybe that should be the next film I write. A gorgeous and fearless woman seeks refuge from a zombie apocalypse inside the walk-wardrobe of her hook-up and uses his clothes to take them all down. ” He looks down at her, lips twitching up into a smirk. “ What do you think? ”

[clairemarlowes]

👉 claire/daphne

👉 Point to something for my muse to see

Claire had been scanning the room, not really taking much in at all because of the vodka in her system, when her eyes settled on what was surely going to end up all over the pages of the newspapers the next day – a high profile celebrity couple in the beginning of an argument. Grinning, she nudged Daphne, sitting beside her, and pointed towards them. “Should I record that or will you?”

[clairemarlowes]

🙄 claire/cilla

🙄 Roll their eyes at my muse

She could see the look on Cilla’s face and instantly knew that the other girl was probably going to do something that she’d end up regretting. Sitting up, she leant over to her. “Yeah, I’m gonna talk you down from this. You’ll regret it, okay? Just... stay here, we’ll order more drinks and– there she goes,” Claire sighed and rolled her eyes before standing up and hurrying after her. Letting Cilla make a fool of herself tonight was not on her agenda.

[clevvre-blog]

👗 dom/cilla

fix/straighten my muse’s clothes

        “i hate it,” dom announces, looking over her head and into the semi-circle of mirrors that surround them. “i look like grady. in fact – give me a knife, we’ll make it realistic.” morbidity -- ever dom’s defense of choice. eyes drop to cilla, lips pursed into a smirk. the fact that the shop keeper is a mere curtain away doesn’t keep the obscenity out of the expression. “you don’t know how to knot a tie, do you? it’s all right, oughta just take it off me. belt, too, while you’re at it.”