#pridefought

[agonizedembrace]

They had been introduced through Yone, who thought the shared interest in fashion would make for a fitting combination, and K'Sante was glad for it. Evelynn is a powerhouse where music is concerned, a success in her own right even before K/DA — but he thinks her side projects can be just as interesting.

❝ Your sense of fashion is always impeccable, Evelynn — full of personality and outspoken as fashion should be. ❞ No empty compliment; she dressed herself and her models unapologetically, as she seemed to do everything. He respected it; admired it, even.

K'Sante leans back against his seat, hands upon the table they share in the secluded restaurant. ❝ I've been thinking, and I have a proposal for you. How about we collaborate in developing something fashion-oriented? I feel the difference in styles and similar goals could lend themselves to a magnificent collection, if I do say so myself. ❞ // from @pridefought 🥺

' model for me ' was admittedly an accidental burst when she had met yone, yet she'd argue now that it's certainly not the case. he ( and yasuo, though for different reasons ) has proven to be quite a trusted ( read: admirable ) confidant, and evelynn has grown fond of him -- not that she'd ever admit that. so it was needless to say she begun to trust his calls, and for her to meet up with k'sante is yet another she could get behind.

her lips curve into a smile at his words. she can sense the earnest that laces his tone; there's admiration and praise, nothing close to faux promises. not that she should expect otherwise.

" if i am to be truthful as well, i will admit your eye for the band's outfits was rather satisfying. " her gaze flickers to his hands for all but a moment, allowing herself a more relaxed posture as he leans back. " i would certainly be interested to see what ideas you may have. given the direction you had with heartsteel, i might have just the perfect models for us. or, " and finally in comes the mischievous look she's known for. " perhaps this is one you'd like to show off yourself? "

because she wouldn't say no either to modeling herself, if such a look would be a hit and cause an uproar with the media.

[ceriseflameeeee]

@pridefought / sc.

                         hood is pulled over his head and the strap of his bag rests lazily over his shoulder as he slips beside her, corners of his lips twitching upward in a teasing manner.  ❝ hallo, min søt jente! fikk du leksene dine ferdig? spis en sunn frokost? ❞ yes, he’s teasing her about the mom thing. laughter soon spills from his lips and brows pull together, eyes slightly narrowing.  ❝ seriøst, hva var det om? er jeg en hemmelighet? ❞

[roseguided-a]

           WAS WHAT CHERYL TOLD THEM THE TRUTH ?  there was no way of truly knowing even if it sounded like the truth.  there had been so much lying going on in these last few months, so many secrets to not be told or risk someone getting hurt.  betty just wishes they’d catch the blackhood, she just wishes her nightmare could be over && DONE with !!   how much more can she take, how much longer will she allow him to control her ?   ;    ❝ maybe this is why he’s targeting me, the blackhood. ❞  concluded the blonde, frustration boiling in her blood as she sits next to the other.  ❝ he’s targeting me && the people i love because my grandfather killed someone in cold blood, for something I didn’t even do ?!  ❞   hands are thrown up in exasperation  before shifting to cover beautiful, worried features. tears of worry threaten to rise in ocean hues, fingertips pressed against her forehead while a heavy sigh expels itself from her chest. ❝  what am I gonna do, archie? i can’t let him hurt anyone. ❞  head rises, brimming eyes settling on archie, expression full of worry && questioning. hand reaches for his.    / @pridefought   liked this !! ♡

[mysrybled-a]

          ❛          hallo  ,  eva  .          ❜           words  caught  in  your  throat  ,  quickly  clearing  it  as  hands  delved  deep  into  your  pockets  .          ❛          uh  ,  har  du  hørt  fra  noora    ?          ❜          @pridefought

[tragedess-a]

❛       hey ,   hey  .     ❜      clarke’s hands rise up ,   framing his cheeks .   her touch isn’t light ,   this isn’t the time for gentle brushes of her fingers on his skin  .    no not while her knuckles are still bloody and so are his  .   not while both their hearts are still racing  .    she hadn’t expected bryce to be at this party  ,    hadn’t fucking known he was until he appeared behind her in the dark hallway by the bathroom  .    and maybe he wouldn’t have done anything but he took two steps towards her and she’d just reacted   ( maybe overreacted ,   it doesn’t matter right now .   )   the impact of her fist with his cheek had been a momentary victory  .    then he was shoving her back  ,    against the wall .    who wouldn’t ?    but that’s when zach rounded the corner ,   it was all he’d seen .    there will be time to explain it all away later ,   if he wants to do .   tell bryce he hadn’t seen her hit him first .   he’d just reacted in the moment  .    of course he’d gone after bryce .   it all happened so fast .   it’s a blur of insults screamed and blows taken before two guys from the lacrosse team had helped her separate them .   then dragging zach back with her ,   into one of the bedrooms .      ❛         look at me .   look at me .        ❜      she’s on her knees in front of him while he sits on the bed ,   legs spread enough to make room for her between them .   another time this position might make her smirk ,   now only concern beats through her veins .      ❛         i’m okay .    i’m okay zach .    he didn’t touch me ,    you didn’t let him touch me .        ❜

starter call   /   accepting   (  @pridefought  ! )

[tragedess-a]

[TEXT] Can I even tell you how badly I want a day that is just on and off napping and sex with intermittent snack breaks? Because I want that day very badly.

TEXTS FROM LAST NIGHT       (       accepting !   )  

      [ SMS : Z. DEMPSEY ]         mmmm  ,      tempting but we have to work out  .       [ SMS : Z. DEMPSEY ]         those are the rules  .       [ SMS : Z. DEMPSEY ]         then we can be lazy and you can get off  .

[girlwinning]

    IT WOULDN’T HAVE TAKEN A GENIUS to   figure   out   that   something   was   off   at   liberty   ;   with   side-eye   stares   and   whispering   constantly   throughout   the   school   day,   it   could   paint   a   variety   of   pictures   for   the   passerby.   perhaps   this   was   what   drove   her   PERSISTENT   nosiness   ━   an   itch   to   dig   beneath   the   surface.   the   kid   who   sat   next   to   her   in   their   english   class   had   seemed   popular   enough   ;   as   well   as   giving   off   the   impression   of   perhaps   needing   a   bit   of   extra   help   with   the   coursework   assigned.   a   hushed   voice   perused   underneath   the   lecture   of   their   female   teacher,   in   an   effort   to   be   nonchalant.   ❛ do you know why everyone’s been acting like someone left a bomb in their locker ? or is this just how california schools are ?  sketchy and paranoid.  ❜

@pridefought

[deservedbetter-arch]

        “ HEY, THANKS FOR COMING, MAN. ” Sitting up, with minimal grunts escaping his bruised lips, Jeff aims a half-smile at Zach. “ Team said you couldn’t make it earlier because you were picking up your sister? ” Jeff had always liked Zach. Out of the younger players, he was a good guy. Different than all those other dicks on the team. His girlfriend, Leah, had confirmed it when she’d once admitted that Zach was one of the few that she actually felt comfortable being around. Consider that the seal of approval, or something. “ Nice to have you. There’s this guy next door who keeps talking to himself and it was kinda starting to FREAK me out. Watch me start doing that in a day or two. ” 

–– @pridefought LIKED.