#p:ella

[darkwinterwinds]

@clairewrites1x1

Ella looked down on the city from her balcony and watched the cars passing by as she spoke to her aunt. Explaining her activities for the day, she rolled her eyes as her aunt questioned her friendship with the Irish man who had mob ties. Of course, Ella knew that her aunt hardly paid any attention to things if she didn’t have a martini in hand, which makes this all the more easy than to explain that he indeed ran the mob that he had alleged ties to. But he’d done Ella a favor, one that she knew he didn’t have to do. At the time, he didn’t know her from anyone else. But she felt indebted to him nonetheless, and she was starting to enjoy being near him.

Though he didn’t seem to pay her any mind, she still went to visit every so often. Each time, she hoped he’d be a little more interested than the last time. Dressed in a cute pastel sundress and a cardigan, she made her way to the district his pub was located in. Her nude heels clacked on the sidewalk and into the pub. She shyly shut the door behind her, knowing that it was a little early for customers still and she didn’t want to alert the staff from their opening procedures.

“Good morning, Mr. Sullivan,” she said softly, walking toward the bar to sit down. “I was wondering if you were busy this morning.”

[darkwinterwinds]

@timelcsss

Ella did love strolling through the various bodegas and studios that had popped up in that part of town, and for once she had dressed a little bit down. Usually she wore light pastel sundresses and nude heels, but today she had worn a practical maroon dress with a jean jacket and a pair of heeled booties. Though still sort of impractical in reality, still something out of her norm. She stepped into a photo studio of a friend she knew, and she smiled as she saw a familiar face. “Hello, Noah. I see you’re busy today?”

[darkwinterwinds]

@undisclosedxdesires

Sometimes Anthony made her feel self conscious. Ella knew she wasn’t smart. If she had been, she’d have been inducted into her father’s business as fast as it took him to say ‘company money’. Unfortunately, she found herself shoved into the back of the family’s mind, and just floating on in her existence and spending cash they wish they could funnel elsewhere. Ella met Anthony at a lecture she attended, one of those phases she went through when she wanted to be more than the daughter who shops and poorly maintains friends through parties and interactions. He was so very smart, and he was a lot like the person Ella wished she could be.

At least she was pretty, or that’s how her mind worked. If she couldn’t be worth any mental substance, then she could be pretty and a nice piece of arm candy. That’s what she felt like she brought to the relationship she had with Tony, though she wondered if he felt the same about her. Ella knew it wasn’t love, but actual need. She needed his attention and affection more than air. Waking up next to someone was what kept her from floating off to some other mental plane in the morning rather than getting out of bed and doing something. This morning was no different. She’d stayed the night with him again, and it was strange waking up with noises outside of the apartment than the usual silence from her penthouse she shared with her mother. The noise was comforting, like life was happening around her. “Good morning,” she whispered, kissing Tony’s neck in her favorite place. “I think I should get going here soon.”

[mrsjuniper-oflynn-blog]

Burn it down || Ella and Juni

It didn’t take long for Juni and Jules to find a good self defense program. It took a twenty minute ride to the next city but it was worth it. She wasn’t so arrogant to think that a couple classes made her a fighter but it boosted something in her that she hadn’t felt in a long time. Atleast that and the few books she’d been reading about her family’s brujaria history. The classes were once a week but in the mean time the local gym had a heavy bag and a few mats, allowing her to keep up with the new skills between classes.

Her head lifted a moment as the door opened, and she smiled softly to Ella as she stepped in. She didn’t mind sharing the room, especially with the deputy. She was kind and strong and Juni couldn’t help but look up to her. “Good evening Ella, if you are wanting the heavy bag I’ll be done in a bit”

[rgyuriy-blog]

{ oops, my bad }

{ rgella }

He’d been roaming the halls and the various rooms for hours--well, it’s only been an hour and a half--and though he’s thankful he hasn’t been disturbed, the fact that he was stuck in such a confined area with thousands (barely a hundred) made him antsier than normal. Yuriy wanted to leave, and he wanted to leave soon. 

“If I leave now, I don’t think Choa’ll notice.” He muttered, eying the surrounding area for his commanding officer. Though he wasn’t directly under her, she was of high enough rank to reprimand him from leaving the festival without his troop and without permission.

Yuriy hadn’t even touched any of the drinks, thinking it to be contaminated, dirt and germs in his mind was far worse than poison, and the thought of food being served around the room only made him queasy.

“This little festival’s so boring I just want to go home.” He thought--or rather, said. Being left alone almost always meant he talked to himself most times during the day, and to think that this had become a habit didn’t come as much of a surprise. Muttering an “oops”, he quickly looked around if anyone had heard, though with the tilt of his head and a raise of his brow, he came to the conclusion that he didn’t really care.

[bbynostalgia-blog]

"You text me last night that you invented a new food. Cheese-less grilled cheese. Congrats, you made toast."

Soltó una carcajada ante lo idiota que sonaba aquello que había pasado la noche anterior. –En mi defensa, ayer estaba completamente convencida de que podía entrar a Master Chef, incluso entré a la página y todo, por un momento que casi me anoto para la próxima temporada– rodó los ojos y sonrió una vez más. 

[bbynostalgia-blog]

YOU’VE BEEN A BAD BOY/GIRL

—¿Si? ¿Y que vas hacer al respecto?— preguntó elevando su barbilla hacia su acompañante quien estaba a solo centímetros de ella, manteniéndola pegada a la pared gracias a la fuerza que ejercían sus brazos sobre ella. —¿Vas a castigarme, acaso?— susurró y soltó una risita tonta e incrédula, como si no creyese que la otra persona fuese a hacer tal cosa. 

[bbynostalgia-blog]

[ aurora-indierp ]

--No puedo creer que se vayan por dos meses-- habló la castaña mientras se cruzaba de hombros y miraba a sus padres con una mueca de muy pocos amigos. --¿Dos meses? ¿Así que solo van a dejarnos aquí y que sea lo que dios quiera? Cualquier joven estaría saltando en una pata pero ¡son dos meses, papá, sesenta días!-- exclamó más como un lloriqueó que como una queja, ya que no podía hacer mucho puesto a que los mayores ya habían mandado sus maletas por avión y que ahora estaban a punto de subirse en el... además de que aquel viaje no era nada más y nada menos que un regalo que se habían hecho ambos a si mismos por cumplir ya quince años de casados. --Oh bueno, hasta que decides aparecer-- habló nuevamente al ver como su hermano aparecía de repente a su lado.