#t: two

[valeriavaltameri]

( ALEXEI. )

“Put this on and promise me you won’t take it off until I say so.”

She’s nervous, ridiculously so. They’ve been back together for a while now, back in their happy little bubble like they had been before things got complicated and she’d allowed outside factors get in the way of what they had. But they moved past it, they’re fine now. They’re back to visiting each other in their lunch breaks, sneaking kissing when they were sure no one was looking, holding hands under tables. Sleeping alone had felt strange for months, but now her bed was warm again whenever they were able to spend nights together. Not to mention the make up sex had been beyond incredible. She’s hasn’t been the type of person to think she had needed a man to complete her in centuries, but she feels like herself again now that they’re back where they belong. He’s her partner, has been for what’s more like eight years now and she doesn’t know what to do without him by her side.

So if anything, she should be less nervous and let the excitement that’s been bubbling away take over. Really, she shouldn’t be nervous at all. It’s not like they haven’t talked about this at length. They’d already weighed the pros and cons, assessed the risks that would come in actually getting a place together. She knows this will make it harder for them to get away with keeping their relationship a secret, but friends becoming roommates isn’t unheard of. They could get away with it as long as they continue being careful and not drawing attention to themselves. And really, it should come as no shock to anyone that they would end up sharing a place when they’ve been such close ‘friends’ for so long. They can do this, she’s sure of it.

So here she stands, leaning against her car out the front of her house with a blind fold held out to him. She hasn’t told him anything about her plans, only to meet her at her house with the promise of a surprise for him. “I promise this time I’m not asking you to do anything kinky. It won’t be a surprise if you’re not blindfolded, though.” Val grins excitedly, peering up at him and she can barely keep still. “So, hop in the car, put the blind fold on and absolutely no peeking.” 

[mitridragomir-blog]

( CASSIA. )

Two and a half months. That's exactly how long it’s been since Cassia moved back to town, how long she’s been living with him, and exactly how long he’s been going mad for. It’s not like he dislikes having her there. She’s easy to live with really. She’s only taken up all his hot water once and aside from the fact that on occasion she leaves his kitchen in a state he doesn’t even want to think about, she’s an easy guest. At least that’s what he should think of her as, but he doesn’t. They shared this home together once, and it didn’t take long before it started to feel more like theirs than it did his. It was...nice. He’d never liked living alone and after Bryson moved out, he was left alone once again, so having her here was a comfort and he found himself happier than he had been in years. Waking up and having coffee ready for her in the mornings, being able to see the marks on the kitchen door frame where they marked Nik’s growth...his house felt like home again.

What he hadn’t been counting on was experiencing feelings for Cassia that he shouldn’t be having after all these years.

He’d never said it when they were married, but he had loved her then, even if he didn’t realize it.. He’d just loved Elizabeth more, had been blinded by what he felt for her and convinced that Cassia still saw their marriage as just one of convenience. They had their chance and he had blown it. So why, why in the hell was it now, twenty fucking years later, that he’s realized that he’s in love with his ex-wife? It had crept up on him, the realization. It had started with little things. The way she moved around his kitchen and bent over, whenever she would flick her hair, the times when she would walk near him and he was overwhelmed with her perfume. He knew he desired her still, and that want was easy to repress because he knew to make a move on her like that without feelings involved would ruin things between them. Instead of acting on it, he slept with other women and kept things platonic. Then he realized that seeing her was the best part of his day. He came to realize that seeing her smile made him do the same, that hearing her laugh could warm his heart. That he missed her if they didn’t get to see each other much that week. It was only when his best friend John brought the word ‘love’ into the equation that the pieces all clicked together and he felt like an idiot for not realizing sooner.

He’d wasted so much time denying what he felt, and now? He had no idea what to do. He’d been able to deny the part of himself that desired her sexually, but to deny that he loved her now that he knew it? He’d been trying to for weeks and he still can’t bury it deep enough to make it go away. It’s been plaguing his thoughts, even now as he made his way home from work. He’d purposefully stayed back late as he had been doing for the past week in the hope that he wouldn’t have to see her before bed, beautiful and relaxed as she always was in the evening. He hasn’t loved anyone, really loved anyone since Elizabeth, and he’s scared. Scared that he’ll get hurt again if he takes a chance, scared that it will only mess everything up between them and he’ll really lose her. When they got divorced he’d known she would be in his life still because of Nik. But Nik’s all grown up now, and she has no reason to stay.

Parking his car, he made his way into the house expecting her to be asleep, but was instead met with the sight of her on his couch. Drinking his whiskey. “Hey, I thought you would already be in bed.” He placed his wallet and phone on the table near his door way before making his way into the living room. “I was just gonna pour myself a drink and head off, myself.”

[littlehestia]

two girls in a big city . { alyssa & hestia }

Hacía frío. Una pareja titiritaba en una banca cercana. El varón cubría con su brazo derecho a la muchacha que le acompañaba, acercándola a su pecho y restregando su mano de arriba a abajo por su hombro, tratando de proporcionarle calor. Estaban hablando, o murmurando, Hestia no sabía muy bien. Sólo podía escuchar el castañeo de los dientes porque su mirada estaba fija en las flores y como las gotas de lluvia resbalaban por sus pétalos con velocidad. Ah, sí, estaba lloviendo y ella no traía un paraguas, y no le preocupaba. Porque sólo podía ver en silencio aquellas flores que se mantenían imperturbables ante la lluvia. Podía notar que la pareja le observaba, pero Hestia no hacía nada.

Ya llevaba un par de días así, poco a poco comenzaba a perder las ganas de hablar, las ganas de comer y las ganas de salir. Sólo quería estar sola y su sonrisa se iba desvaneciendo poco a poco. Se encerraba en su habitación a hacer nada más que ver la pared. Ni si quiera había regado las flores de su jardín. Igualmente no importaba, seguro la lluvia lo haría. Sabía porqué estaba así, pero se negaba a pensarlo. No quería pensar otra vez en Elise levantándose ese día, emocionada por el baile; Sybill sólo veía a Wendy que se mantenía callada porque no iba a asistir a algo tan "tonto". Y Hestia sólo reía. Pero la risa se ahogó así como la vida de Elise lo hizo, y ahora no había manera de volver a ese momento, de decirle a Ellie que no saliera de su habitación, de... Salvarla. 

Hestia se mordía con fuerza el labio inferior mientras sus pensamientos se volvían nubes y llenaban su mente, hasta que un ardor se hizo presente y ella soltó un suave gemido. Se tocó la boca y notó que se había sacado sangre de lo fuerte que estaba mordiendo su labio.