#torturedmuses

[devilhvrns]

@torturedmuses sent "When are you gonna start letting people look after you, huh?' for anya & leo

'I don't need looking after, sweetheart. I can take care of myself.' Yeah, he's saying that as he's currently pacing his bedroom, like walking around this much will help him sweat out the fever he's got going on. Caught it from one of the boys no doubt since they'd both been out of school all week with it. Now it was his turn. But he didn't want to bother his sister with it, she already took care of the boys enough as it was, and it wasn't like he could call in sick to his own business. 'And you shouldn't be here, you'll catch it yourself and have to miss school.'

[devilhvrns]

Somehow it's a relief for Effie to hear she didn't waste time. That perhaps this was how things were supposed to go. They had to dance around their feelings to know that it was all real. 'Mine does too, I'd rather be here than home now.' She hated being home more now than ever before. Stuck in some mansion filled with stuff she didn't want when Effie was content out in the wild like this. Fingers dance along his cheeks, just as soft and delicate as he was being. A tender exploration of something she never thought she'd find. True love. Sucking in a breath when she felt his fingers along her bare skin. Effie never wants to stop kissing him. 'Really?' She questioned suddenly, pulling back a little from his lips to look at Archer. Did he mean that? Did he really want to run away? With her of all people? 'I mean... I'd do it, if you really wanted to. We could- we could try and get out of here.' A crazy notion for two people so heavily controlled by their parents. Whose families hated each other for lord only knew what reason. Who'd only even really gotten to know the other over the span of a month. // @torturedmuses

[devilhvrns]

As she spoke, Leo looked down at his hand, at the cursed piece of jewelry that sat there. Sometimes he didn't know why he still wore it. Most of the time was out of comfort for the boys. The other part of the time he truly just forgot it was there. He'd worn it for so many years that he was simply blind to it. 'Lives here is being generous. Six days of the week she's gone. Out with friends or out with some other man.' He scoffed, shifting to lean his arms against the island between them. 'I wear it for the boys. They know what it means.. or rather what it stands for. Beatriz refuses to discuss divorce. She loves the money too much to leave and I just.. am too much of a push over to do anything about it.'

Leo sighed again. He didn't want to put Anya in a crappy position. It was the last thing he wanted. And he didn't want to lie to her anymore either. 'There would probably be a lot of strong words and some hair pulling on her end if she knew you were here.' Because his wife was the only one allowed to fool around apparently. 'Look, Anya... I don't want to drag you into this either. I-- don't regret anything we did. I'd do it again in a heartbeat...' He'd be kissing her now if this wasn't the conversation they were having. 'You don't have to do this. You're free to walk away and I won't stop you.' // @torturedmuses

[jetaiimee]

closed starter for @torturedmuses // inspo

Celine had just finished a quick workout in the office gym, had a quick shower and was about to make her way back to her locker when she noticed she wasn't alone in the small wardrobe. Her brows raised at the male standing in front of her, anticipation hanging in the air. Was this the moment they would give in to their desires? Her focus traveled down his figure, stopping at the towel wrapped around his waist. "Drop the towel," Celine suggested, words laced with challenge as her eyes met his.