#reluctanthyde

[kissmedcadly]

everything is easier when you're here. — @reluctanthyde

is she blushing? she feels like she's blushing — her face is warm and there's heat creeping up the back of her neck. still, she hasn't dropped her gaze, even if the nervous fluttering of her stomach is urging her to. "you sure about that?" because she's pretty sure that she's just a pain in the ass more often than not; it's just matter of the degree. that can't actually make anything easier on any level, even the cheesy ones... right? "didn't you just call me a pain in the ass not that long ago?"

[biteburdened]

❝ i wouldn't find the need to tell you 'i told you so' if you weren't so allergic to admitting i'm right. ❞ — @reluctanthyde

she fixes him with the sourest look that she can muster. if he didn't get so smug about it, she'd tell him that he's right a lot more often — not that she's much better here. unfortunately for everyone involved, well... they're both like they are. jabs a finger into his chest in a manner that really is too gentle to match up with the look on her face. "if you weren't a pain in my ass about it, maybe you'd get to be right more often."

[kissmedcadly]

truth or dare? — @reluctanthyde

she narrows her eyes at him. right now, she's kind of getting the feeling that she's going to hate either option — but that's the reason for the pilfered bottle of vodka between them, the single shot glass tipped to the side. someone remind her why she agreed to this.

her head tilts as she studies his face, like she's going to find the answer to which option is going to suck less if she stares long enough. "—truth."

[kissmedcadly]

are you staring at my lips? — @reluctanthyde

her cheeks are pink when she forces her eyes upward to meet his. "no!" it comes too fast, too sharp, too insistent for it to be anywhere close to true. even in her own ears, it doesn't sound like it's in the realm of honesty. now, how the hell does she recover from this? can she recover from this? it sure doesn't fucking feel like it. "—shut up, ratboy."

[kissmedcadly]

do you have a death wish or something? — @reluctanthyde

she blinks at him, slow and owlish, somehow manages to look just as done with the world as she did when she first walked through the door. three shots of espresso added to that coffee isn't even that many! 

"you can just say you're a baby."

[childcfwoe]

                                                                  closed  for  @reluctanthyde  .

a  sigh  .  well  ,  more  of  a  slow  exhale  from  her  nose  as  typical  with  her  interactions  with  tyler  .  “  if  you're  an  open  book  it  must  be  written  in  code  .  ”  distrust  placed  by  cold  betrayal  kept  warm  by  her  inability  to  forgive  and  forget  .  “  it's  a  shame  no  one  cares  enough  to  crack  it  .  ”

[sinsanora]

sender had a bad date and receiver shows up at their door to cheer them up. they get a little tipsy and start making out. from @reluctanthyde

ㅤㅤㅤ𓆩♡𓆪 ❝ . . tyler. ❞ his name leaves her in a hushed tone, the word barely being audible in-between the kisses they shared. nora's face is flushed slightly with a reddish tone as the alcohol had done its course over her being, leaving a tipsy version of herself that couldn't contain the way her hands ached to touch him. the smell of the alcohol on their breath was enough to pull her out of the slight trance she had been in, her hands gently holding his face as she put a pause to their sudden make-out session. ❝ wait, i'm sorry, i was supposed to be cheering you up . . do you want to talk about it anymore? ❞ despite her attempt at returning them to their original reasoning for even being around each other at the moment, the pout lingering on her lips and the way her eyes never seemed to stop redirecting themselves back toward his mouth meant only one thing; she didn't want to stop.

[sthrngtham]

i just want to live a peaceful life.

      I'M  KIND  BECAUSE  I  CHOOSE  TO  BE  /  ACCEPTING  .

"  okay  miss  america  ,  your  answer  has  been  tallied  and  you'll  get  your  crown  in  the  mail  .  "  the  laugh  that  filled  the  space  between  them  was  as  airy  as  the  cream  colored  feather  pen  in  front  of  her  .  the  sound  lacked  malice  .  instead  delightful  amusement  coated  the  sound  .  the  run  down  wooden  chair  holding  her  weight  creaked  with  her  movement  .  her  arms  stretched  to  her  side  ,  up  above  her  head  and  back  down  ;  stretching  the  uncomfortable  kinks  in  her  bones  out  from  hours  spent  hunched  over  old  latin  .  maybe  it  was  a  dead  language  for  a  reason  .  she  closed  one  of  the  books  ,  her  lips  pursed  as  she  considered  the  same  question  she'd  just  posed  to  him  :

'  if  you  could  have  anything  in  the  world  ,  what  would  you  want  ?  '

most  would  consider  money  ,  extravagance  only  monetary  means  could  provide  .  she  found  it  interesting  that  tyler  thought  of  peace  .  even  more  perplexing  that  the  only  thing  she  could  think  of  was  security  .  assurance  .  "  i  think  i'd  want  knowledge  .  "  she  finally  decided  on  .  "  all  of  it  ,  i'd  be  a  walking  know  it  all  because  i  would  ,  in  fact  ,  know  it  all  .  i  could  .  .  .  ⸺  cure  cancer  ?  solve  world  hunger  ?  help  any  and  everyone  i  love  live  for  as  long  as  humanly  possible  .  who  wouldn't  want  that  ?  " / @reluctanthyde