#scarletxhaven

[deadsculs]

[text] I want you to be happy

[text] I want you to be happy

[ text to sun of my life ]: I want you to be happy too.

[ text to sun of my life ]: But I’ll be more happy with you by my side.

[dxltxn-blog]

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NAME: not johansson

RINGTONE: [x]

PICTURE:

LAST TEXT RECEIVED:

[RECEIVED 20:44 pm]: Was that your attempt at flirting?

[RECEIVED 20:47 pm]: I’m not paying.

[RECEIVED 20:48 pm]: Good.

[RECEIVED 20:52 pm]: omg don’t speak to me 

LAST TEXT SENT:

[SENT 20:46 pm]: do you want a drink or not??

[SENT 20:48 pm]: you don’t have to

[SENT 20:50 pm]: see ya later then babe <3 xxxx

[danielxcarter]

@scarletxhaven

Daniel was on his way home. His shift had not long since finished and he was definitely ready for some well earned rest. He was exhausted- even more so recently than he usually was. So he wasn’t really paying too much attention to where he was actually going and didn’t realise there was even anyone in front of him until he bumped into them. 

It took him a few seconds to actually process what he'd just done and he just stood there looking a little dumbfounded. As he looked up, he realised who it was that was actually stood in front of him. “Shit- I’m sorry. I wasn’t paying attention.”

[ian--sargent-archive-blog]

"This is not the time nor place."

@scarletxhaven

“So then say when you would be comfortable with talking about it?” He glanced over at her, watching with the cool bright interest of a magpie. He was always curious, and sure- curiosity killed the cat and all, but he wasn’t a cat. He was human and human nature was curiosity. Along with a bunch of other messy stuff. 

“You can’t hide your past forever you know.” A nighttime rooftop was often the one place they met in a week or more. The one place they had some common ground. And each time they met they inched closer to bringing that common ground away from the top of the building under a canopy of stars into the daylight and the streets and buildings below them. He had told her his history and it was, as per custom, time to tell her’s. Yet each time they, no he, broached the subject she would clam up.

Sighing he leaned against the the a/c unit they often sat next to and looked up at the stars again. When ever she fell silent again she would stare up at them, as if she was reminding herself of something. A promise? A vow? A memory? Whatever it was it was twisted into her personal history and still he was curious like a beady-eyed bird that had caught sight of a flash of gold in a river. She was a mystery.

The stars were clear tonight, and the brightest he had ever seen. Still the woman next to him was murky and clouded, so unlike the sky above her. Whatever secrets she would tell, in her own time, would rise like the flash of gold he’d imagine. It might be so cold and hurtful it burned your skin as soon as it was given over. It might be warm to the touch, like someone else had held it tight in their palm before relinquishing it. However her history came out, he would be waiting, open to hear it under the night sky and leave it only to the stars. 

[ian--sargent-archive-blog]

dare - give a hug to the last person you spoke with.

@ofhumanities

“Last person was Isabella,” he said shrugging. Ian didn’t really mind this dare. He walked over to the woman and gave her a quick but firm hug. It was nice enough he supposed, if a little stiff and forced on his end. After a moment he released the healer and cast a quick glance at her to make sure he hadn’t scared her. Looking back at the blonde as he took his seat, and tossed the lazy question back at his darer. “There. Satisfied, Scarlet?”

[zac-carlson-archive-blog]

"You shouldn't have done that."

@scarletxhaven:

“Sorry, sorry but-” he gestured down to the corpse at his feet while wiping the tears of mirth from his eyes, “Do you really blame me for laughing?” The slain zeek looked like any other zeek, probably was some skinny scrawly guy that played too many video games and didn’t survive a week into the outbreak, but its shirt was what set off his laughing fit. The hardest part of the zombie apocalypse is pretending I’m not excited, surrounding a rifle emblazoned across a baseball jersey that was once white but now caked with a fine layer of gore and filth. Despite it, the words were still readable, and when he looked over at the blonde he could see a ghost of a smile touch her lips. “Okay, I’ve had my laugh for the week. Let’s get out of here.” 

[dustinxxpletz-blog]

"You shouldn't have done that."

“And why not?”

Dustin stalked closer, no longer amused.

“Do you really think you’ll do something about it?”

He wanted to see her reaction before he did anything further. He wanted to annoy and get under her skin as much as he possibly could. Invading her space was one way as well.

[lennoxdelarose-blog]

kiss

KISS OVER THE WRIST: I think you are beautiful/I find you attractive, KISS OVER THE BACK OF THE HAND: Respect/Admiration/Reverence, KISS ON THE KNUCKLES: Protectiveness, KISS ON THE FINGERTIPS: I care about you, ALMOST KISS: Interest/Curiosity