#para:gemma

[miles-and-miles-of-greatnes-blog]

It's Not A Date, Date; Just a Date..Date? || Gemma & Miles

Miles wasn't actually sure what'd possessed him to suddenly ask Gemma out the way he did. Not because he particularly had anything against the girl; as he'd said in his Bravado interview - anytime he'd pissed her off or genuinely upset her was a mistake on his part, to him it'd all been banter but he knew he could take it too far sometimes...or, most of the time. No, that wasn't the reason he was surprised at his own actions. The reason he was surprised was because Miles rarely, if ever, actually followed through on any of these said "dates" that he arranged. It'd usually come down to him telling the girl that he wanted to take her out, the girl laughing - half hoping he was joking considering he was supposed 'bad news' and him seeing something he fancied more five minutes later and moving on to repeat the same process all over again. 

Gemma was different, though. It wasn't anything over-powering, the way a normal guy would feel, it was just a subtle something. Whether Gemma actually liked him or not, something inside of Miles had been telling him that he had to follow through with this one...He was just yet to figure out why. "Yeah, table for Miles Byrne," he said to the waitress who greeted him as soon as he entered Magnolia, the popular Hollywood cafe that pretty much only let you in if you were a 'somebody'. He was guided over to a table not too far from the centre of the room and given menus and a complimentary glass of water - he wasn't going to drink it though, he never did. Miles let his eyes scan the area of people endorsed in their own teas, coffees, 'brunches' and conversation - there was no sign of Gemma yet. Probably because he'd told her they were meeting at 1 O'clock and it'd just gone past quarter too, which was strange considering if it was a Fame House meeting or even a concert, he'd never be on time to save his life - let alone early. 

Accepting the fact that he had some time to kill, Miles pulled his phone out from his back pocket and began scrolling down multiple apps - Twitter, E-Mail, Text Messages, Kik, you name it and he had it. Not that he really used many of them besides Twitter, E-Mail and text. Even E-Mail he tried to avoid on most days, because he knew it'd only be Marc no-so-subtly warning him to behave "or else". Admittedly, Miles usually liked testing the boundaries and seeing how far he could push people before they cracked but after a meeting he'd had with Marc about the "Twitter Incident", he realised he really was skating on thin ice and had desperately been trying to keep his head down for the past few days. It wasn't so much that he was scared of Marc and being fired, but more scared of life after being fired. What if it all went back to normal and he was nothing but an average guy again? That was his worst nightmare. Drumming his fingers against the sleek white table top, distancing himself from the unnecessary worry, he scanned the room again, waiting for any possible sign of the girl that was Gemma Wolff. 

[evaok]

♚long live//gemma & eva ♛

When the morning is covered by a dull gray light, objects dimmed from the pale lavender sky of the morning, and the busy city seems to settle down for once- a calm before the storm if you will- Evangeline is awake. She supposes this is the consequence of going to bed at the early hours of the night, before anyone, not like they would, has a chance to invite her out for the night. Eva wakes up at 4 AM,  five hours too early, yet she arises feeling refreshed, annoyed, and utterly bored. She’s always bored, stuck in her box of an apartment, too hesitant to go out, and too proud to go make new friends. She’s always prided herself for being independent, for being that headstrong girl that she hopes little girls look up to. However her pride is the reason she can count the total of her friends on one hand. So when the hope of possiblymaybehopefully having a new friend arises Eva always approaches this hope with caution and a stomach full of nerves. Gemma is nice, she muses, Gemma is alright, she advises herself. Evangeline convinces herself that cuddling would be okay with this girl (her new friend?) , thus leading to her adventure outside of her apartment.

 She never leaves her home, unless it’s to go pick up a milkshake or go to an event. Eva mentally pats herself on the back, secretly pleased she’s making some sort of progress, though small, in her social life.  It’s a foreign feeling as she begins her journey, hair crushed by a beanie, cool air slapping her face as she walks to the bus stop.  She’s been taking the bus since she was young, since before she was famous, she isn’t going to let an account full of money change her. No one recognizes her, and why should they? All deranged with sleep in their eyes, they don't notice the girl with ratty sweats and a hoodie, she's just another face. She exits the bus with a the trace of smile written across her face, approaches the high rise flats with an unsteady smile, and loses her cool as she approaches the doorman. He looks ready to throw her sorry ass outside, figuring she's another fan, until he recognizes her. He doesn't say anything, but his face lights up considerably, the door he once now opened to reveal a lavish lobby. Eva feels so out of place, to the point where her throat closes up and her mouth feels chalky. It's still dreadfully early, yet she enters the elevator, dimly remembering the number Gemma had told her the other night. Fuck, she curses at herself, as it smoothes to a clean stop, shiny doors opening to reveal a small hallway and yet another door. Eva knocks on it twice before leaning her forehead against the wood door, sighing in exasperation and heart feeling heavy with hope. She knocks again, this time pulling out her phone to call the girl. It goes to voicemail but she leaves a message, speaking loudly in hopes she might hear her. "Hi, Gemma, um this is Eva? I know it's early but I was-" she stops in her sentence, before she could say lonely. Eva tries again, knocking with more purpose. "Wake up," she tries, feeling somewhat and pathetic. She should have brought coffee, she realizes with a pang. 

[ra-leigh-morris]

Your Mouth Is Poison || Gemma & Raleigh

 Being confronted like this was the last thing Raleigh wanted, especially by someone like Gemma. As if it wasn't bad enough that he actually felt guilty for what had happened on the moon, was trying to come up with some way to make it up to Misha when he knew it wasn't possible, now this witch thought she could yell at him for it? The threat of fire made him snarl, lips pulling back from his teeth, fangs dropping. He flung himself at her, grabbing for her arms to pin them back against whatever surface they landed against.

 He couldn't bite her, he knew that, but he wanted do, despite knowing that her blood would burn like acid, despite knowing that it would slink, leaden through his veins and paralyze him. He wanted to bite her, again, and again, to sink his teeth into the pale column of her throat and make her scream. He settled for snarling again, showing his fangs.

 "You do not get to tell me what to do, little witch."