#tinakennrd

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@tinakennrd​​ 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒𝒹 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝒶 𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓇𝓉𝑒𝓇

          Standing by the front door with a flowerpot with a green plant in it, she sighed, feeling annoyed and ridiculous at the same time. Also anxious, shifting from one foot to the other, she pressed her finger against the ringing bell button. That wasn't her thing at all, she could have brought cookies, it would have felt the same, a desperate housewife... more like a desperate ex-wife. She was only hoping that Carrie didn't arrive days earlier, because she really didn't want to face Tina's new wife all over again. No, really. It was for the best. Steps were heard behind the door, a sigh of relief was delivered when a blond head appeared, her heart light all of a sudden. Bette grinned, she lost her manners, feeling guidy - fuck, fuck, fuck -   ' Hey, '   she held the pot out for Tina,    ' I hope I'm not bothering you... I was...'     No she wasn't in the neighborhood.     ' I thought you might like it, found it on the market this morning.'     Awkward. Why couldn't she lie like a normal person ?     ' Could go well in your new house. Mostly a welcome gift back in town, Tee, nothing more. '

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She’s not used to being so openly stared at, at least not in a way that doesn’t bother her. She smiles at the woman, taking a slow sip of her wine and leaning back against the couch, allowing herself to enjoy being in Tina’s company. She’s sitting closer than she was when the evening began, but she doesn’t give it much thought. She sighs contentedly, and says, ‘it’s not a bad philosophy, though I’m afraid to say I rarely do’. She tips her wineglass towards her, arching her brow slightly. ‘And you? Do you often allow yourself to relax like this?’

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        ‘ ‘  oh — hey tina, is everything alright ?  ’ ’    ivan looks up from the car they’ve been working on this afternoon. cleaning off their hands, the blonde moves to greet the woman, half worried that something might’ve happened to kit; it was no secret that ivan and kit had been very close before, but they eventually fell appart for various reasons. still, they still cared a lot for her, so seeing bette’s partner  here out of the blue made them a little uneasy   ‘ ‘   something with the car  — i can give it a look if you want?   ’ ’

◤short the L word starters | ivan for  @tinakennrd​​  ◢

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starter for @tinakennrd​

'This might sound like an odd request, but...’ she trails off, wondering how to put it. She’s never told anyone about her drawings before, and she’s sure that if she tried to draw Tina without telling her, the woman would notice. And she doesn’t want to make her uncomfortable. ‘I was wondering if you would... let me draw you?’ She clears her throat, looking down at her hands. 'You don’t have to pose, I’d just... like to’. 

[jcyfulmess]

@tinakennrd​ now Bette wants to come back on her blog over @ofpowersuits and I blame you  A LOOOOOOOOT

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@tinakennrd​ | soft prompts - 🛋 for your character to curl up with mine

Lillian glances up when the door to their bedroom opens, a soft smile curving her lips as Tina shuffles into the room. She looks tired, her eyes heavy with sleep, and Lillian sets her book aside to pull back the covers for her. ‘Come here, love’. 

She sets her glasses down on top of her book, and wraps her arm around Tina’s shoulders, pulling her close against her shoulder and pressing her lips to her forehead. ‘Big day?’ she murmurs, stroking her fingers through her hair and shifting further down the bed to smile at her. ‘You’ve been working so hard, lately. Don’t you think you deserve a little time off?’ 

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      tina flushes and shakes her head. ❝ i still have no idea how to respond when you say things like that… i just… can’t BELIEVE you see me that way. ❞

      daisy frowned, perplexed by the very idea. ❝ why not? ❞ she shook her head. ❝ have you not LOOKED in a mirror recently? you don’t have to respond, just accept it. ❞

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@tinakennrd​ | “please… please don’t go.”

‘Oh, sweetheart...’ She takes Tina’s face in her hands, her brow furrowed as she strokes her thumbs over her cheekbones. She can feel how tightly the woman is clinging to her, her shirt pulled tight against her back from where her hands have fisted in the material, and she gently presses her lips to Tina’s forehead. ‘I’m not going anywhere’. 

She knows why Tina says it, knows why her breath hitches, why she trembles under her hands. She wraps her arms tightly around the other woman, rocking them back and forth as she presses a kiss to her hair. ‘I promise’.