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[luvnotpercival]

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[brewster-heart-and-soul]

Drowning.

If there was a world out of that apartment, Emily wouldn’t know. Her whole attention was focused on the Goddess laying down in bed; hair splayed on the pillows, eyes following every movement and lips calling for Emily to fall deeper into temptation. It was impossible to resist when sin had the shape of such a beautiful woman.

However, there was no other way to treat a deity than with reverence; worshiping every inch of offered skin with the subtle caress of fingertips along a calf. There was nothing but reverence as Emily took her sweet time; maybe a fraction of eternity, to take Orion’s clothes off. Her hungry gaze devouring every naked spot that her mouth craved. But she couldn’t give in yet.

Orion had to know just how beautiful and special she was. The silence too deep to be broken, but that wouldn’t stop Emily from letting her know the truth hidden behind the pain. Blue eyes remained always open and earnest; filled with desire and a trace of uncertainty due to a intimacy long forgotten.

Emily’s hesitation lasted but a second; gone in the blink of an eye as she focused on Orion and the body sculpted by the Gods. It was all unexplored territory, and her lips traced the lines of an unseen map. Hot breath stoked the flames of their need; building slowly, dragging Emily down until she drank from Orion’s lips everything she could want, everything she needed.

“Are you sure about this?“

Her body pressed against Jay’s; effectively pinning her against the bed. Emily’s hands wrapped around Orion’s wrists, securing them with a strong grip. If there was a moment to stop it was right then and there, because as soon as Emily got the first taste of Heaven, she wouldn’t be able to stop.

@orion-jay

[graciieuse]

@duendc

These moments crept up on her, catching her off guard. Are they moments of lucidity, or the opposite? Moments where she becomes hyper-aware of herself. The gravity of her situation. Remnants of anxiety not fully exterminated with reconditioning and brainwashing, it would seem. Like a roach. 

At any rate, the assassin needs to be alone. She’s a master of concealing her inner struggles-- it’s saved her more than a handful of sessions to bring her back to ground zero. For, even on the edge of sanity and misery is better than the torture. The shocks with little anesthetic. The lies fed to her. This over that any day. 

So she steals away, a pack of cigarettes her only welcome company. 

[eliasshole-blog]

you’ve got your demons, and she’s got her regrets | elias & tessa

Elias dropped everything. He ran out of his dorm room, no shirt, no time to waste. It didn’t matter what it was that happened, all he cared about was getting to her as fast as he could and help her with whatever she needed help with. Once he reached her door, Elias banged on it several times, nervously. “Tessa! Tessa, it’s me!” he called out to her, still knocking on the door. He considered breaking the door down; what if she was seriously injured? Then, before he could even taking another breath, she opened the door. Elias’ eyes fell directly at the towel covered in blood that she held around her wrist, and he suddenly understood. “Fuck, Tess-” he stopped short, leaning forward to pick her up, carrying her body over his two arms. He carried her to the elevator, walking fast as his mind raced. “It’s okay,” he whispered as they got in, trying not to make his voice crack. Elias carried her out quickly, trying to avoid attracting any attention around them as he got in one of the usual cabs that were parked near the school for the students to use. He set her down gently in the back seat, sitting beside her as his eyes never left her. 

@lovelytessarose

[xoxobeccat]

daughters -- becaya

Erica Tobin smoothed down the sleeves of her business suit, her foot tapping against the patio floor of the private restaurant she had booked. She hoped Naya arrived soon - she only got an hour for lunch and since she wasn’t supposed to even be in the office today, her hours were very hurried and she had a deadline to file her papers and call it a night. Despite her calm and collected demeanor, she was nervous. It had taken all her courage to place that phone call to Becca, especially in private from her husband, and now she was just hoping this didn’t all backfire in her face. She was definitely more nervous to face her daughter after this but Naya was just as intimidating. She liked the young girl, she really did, but after her speech when her husband kicked Becca out...it was clear she didn’t hold back when speaking her opinions. Erica wasn’t used to this. She wasn’t used to disagreeing, apart from at work, and she wasn’t used to someone standing up to her. It had always been so easy to sit in the background and let her husband make all the decisions because that was just how she had been raised herself.

Finally seeing Naya appear, Erica stood up and cleared her throat nervously. How did one greet one another in this situation? She flashed back to the days they shared at her house before everything went down and hoped at least some of the warmth Naya had provided her then was still there...if not in hiding. “Hello,” she nodded her head and a waitress appeared, apparently having been waiting to take their orders. “I ordered both of us a water and some wine, if that’s okay. I also thought we’d have a salad...unless you want to order anything else?” She pushed down her skirt as she sat back down delicately and handed a menu over to Naya. “Thank you for meeting me here.”

[slyshamaal-blog]

♢ death {{ shamaal + peter }}

[[ peterdor ]] Thirty minutes had passed between them, silence consuming the air around them, eating away at every speck and every sign of life either had to give. Shamaal sat against the cold rocks that served as windowsills in the castle, his eyes sailing far away from the room, across the oceans and the skies, back to the cold lands where he came from. And beside him was no other but another student. A Gryffindor by him own right, the scarlet in his uniform wasn’t fooling anyone, not him nor the younger student in front of him, sharing a seat with him, sharing the view with him. “She’s old” he started as the arms of his memories pulled him back to the owlery where he stood side by side with the boy named Peter, his old owl dead cold in his hands. “It’s about time she died.” There wasn’t a slither of emotion in his voice, not grief, not nothing. Even though the old girl had been by his side for years. But then again, Shamaal’s never known to be one to show much of an emotion in the first place. 

[fckkstyles]

Disclosure | Harry & Amy

  It was safe to say that Harry was in a bundle of nerves tonight. After straightening hi shirt out for what seemed like the millionth time, he ran a hand through his hair and started towards the entrance of the night club. He lifted his wrist up and checked the time: 9:21 PM "Fuck--" he cursed under his breath, cursing himself for being remarkably late. So much for a good impression, Harry thought. He pushed through the hustle and bustle in front of the club, muttering 'sorry' and 'excuse me' repeatedly with hurried steps. He didn't know why he was so anxious about tonight, more anxious than he'd ever been in a good while. He was uncertain about tonight, and the more he thought about it, the more anxious he felt. He could feel the anxiety welling up in his stomach, sending jolts of adrenaline through his bloodstream. 

 After impatiently waiting, he finally managed to get into the busy club. The stench of alcohol and the electric atmosphere brought Harry's senses to life, alerting every part of his mind and soul. He lifted his head up, looking around for Amy. He didn't know what to define tonight as, but he only hoped it would give him a chance to mend everything he'd ruined between the two of them. Her absence from the house hadn't gone unnoticed, but Harry knew he was in no position to demand an explanation or to interfere anymore. Especially not after everything. 

 His eyes scanned the busy club, searching around for any sight of Amy. Harry finally spotted her not too far away with a group of friends, her back towards him. He could feel the corner of his lips tug up into a smug grin, starting towards her. He cleared his throat and dragged his tongue over his lips, mentally preparing himself for whatever was about to happen. Tonight was the night that he'd fix it all, the night he'd restore whatever he and Amy had weeks ago before he fucked it all up...again. After pushing through the massive crowd, he was finally able to get a hold of her. Harry moved closer to Amy, placing his large hands on her waist from behind "Hey--" he said over the pounding music, feeling the pace of his heart beats quickening. He looked down at her, allowing himself to really look for a moment or two. It was almost like he was knocked out of breath, standing there with slightly parted lips. For a silver of a second, everything else in the room went silent, and Harry could hear absolutely nothing. Nothing but the sound of his heart beating, creating a melodious rhythm. Harry shook his head slightly, snapping himself out of it.

 "Sorry I'm so late--traffic's crazy tonight" he said into her ear, taking the scent of her perfume in. He tried not to think of it, of how much he'd missed it and how hard it was to force himself not to think about her too much. Till this very day, Harry never really understood what he wanted from Amy or what it was that was preventing him from taking that small leap of faith that'd conclude anything and everything between them. He just knew that it was there, and that it frightened him more than he'd ever like to admit. 

[nyc-s]

Cocktail rainbows || Dantana

Santana was glad when she arrived home in Bushwick to an empty apartment. Although she and Rachel may actually be able to stand in a room together now without coming to blows, she just didn’t want to think about the conflict right now.  Throwing her bag down she headed straight for the bathroom and within a few minutes she was in the shower. Her mind ran of its own accord as she let the hot water roll over her – thoughts strayed from everything between what she’d had for breakfast that morning to what was happening with Rachel before it did the whole loop around to Dani.  A smile instantly spread across her cheeks and was still there when she clambered out from under the hot spray. For some time she wandered around the apartment in just a towel, something she’d become very accustomed to doing, especially when she was at Dani’s. She really had the girl on her mind a lot and despite the fact she was still a bit annoyed about the whole thing with the band she could see where Dani was coming from, which for Santana was quite a stretch. Emotion wasn’t Santana’s forte but she was learning...or at least trying to. If it ever got bad she could always watch videos of kittens on YouTube to cheer her up; a promising epitome of happiness. By the time ten to eight rolled around Santana had already arrived at the bar they usually occupied, fake ID tucked into her bra and a very brightly coloured cocktail in her hand. Her red dress hugged her body and her hair tumbled over her shoulders in its natural waves. She couldn’t deny the fact she needed this. Even though she’d never admit it, the whole ordeal with Rachel had really taken it out of her and not seeing Dani as much as she’d like -because of her band rehearsal and work- was really not helping with her mood. She took her lower lip between her teeth as she gazed around, fingers tapping against the outside of her glass. Her life was currently like trying to juggle glasses; any moment she knew she’d drop one of them and hear it smash. Taking another sip of her drink she relished in the slightly strong taste of alcohol, even letting a low hum fall from between her lips. As she’d already noted many moments that night – she needed this.