#trbled-at-the-root

[jessicastrung]

                    @trbled-at-the-root

                                      ; can you hear me? ------------- sos 

                     there’s a little bubble of anxiety that knots her stomach the entirety of the way other, a twist of her gut and a flutter that captures her heart like the beat of a butterfly’s wings. jess is scrolling back through countless conversations in her head from the past few days, analyzing tones and words used; he was alright, right? -------! no need to be worried? nothing in the texts seemed off, he appeared to be his usual self------------

                                    but a little veil of worry was making her steps quicker than a casual pace. 

                      she skips on the elevator; the wait seemed tortuous for the damned thing to arrive, and instead, versace-clad booted feet carry her like lightning up the fire-escape’s stair, clicking along in repetition. the short skirt she wore, the oversized loose blouse was flapping about softly at her skin as she breezed like summer’s breath in the stairwell. all the way she went to his floor, purse swinging by her side; out the door, and down the hallway.

            jess doesn’t cease to move until her hand had pulled the handle down and she’d opened up the door into his apartment, closing it quickly behind her. 

  “darling?” she calls, peering around the corner. “i’m here----”

[mvxnn]

a new beginning @trbled-at-the-root​ /  / liam

              ❛ Come on. ❜ The tattooist's eyes seemed to sparkle in the dim light ; a napkin scribled with designs were waving in her hand. ❛ Let me ink of that skin of yours. You know i've always wanted to. ❜

[emporxium]

@trbled-at-the-root liked for a starter ft zhuangxiang & liam 

With a small tinkle of the bell above his head, the vampire slowly lets his eyes survey the dimly lit bar as he steps through the threshold, before letting the door swing closed behind him. If his lip curled in distaste it would accurately sum up the sensations sending shudders slowly across his spine, as he takes in the ambiance around him, of murmured voices, warm bodies and the awfully muffled sound of music faintly playing through a speaker not too far away. This could not be the place, perhaps the address he had been given was wrong... 

Zhuangxiang ponders these thoughts as he slowly ventures in deeper, sharp, penetrative gaze slowly glancing from left to right as he slips his leather gloves off, finger by finger. To think, a skilled alchemist, here of all places. 

[lxstbodies]

☀ || ​ @trbled-at-the-root​ liked to receive their starting point…

--- Her sleeves were rolled up as she took extra care setting up a rather bulky display of artifacts she’d acquired earlier during the week. Usually she’d wait to put out new pieces until after hours, but they’d already been delayed long enough. She went to lift the center piece of the display from its case, but the slim build of her human form couldn’t quite manage the full weight of it. After a few attempts, she huffed a strand of hair from her face, resting her hands on her hips in frustration. That is until a passing guest stopped to ask if she’d like some help, to which she gratefully responded, “Oh! Goodness, would you mind? This display just isn’t complete without its center!”

[nevstcries]

@trbled-at-the-root 

“I told you, i’m sorry--” Mason insisted, looking at the other with true remorse in his eyes as he shook his head. “I didn’t mean to break your window last night, i was drunk, like, super drunk... I’ll pay for the repairs, i don’t even remember doing it...”

[mvxnn]

a starter for @trbled-at-the-root​ /  /  liam

              ❛ Please, tell me you have a plan. ❜

[jessicastrung]

———–;; starter for @trbled-at-the-root

                         her hair was up, (rare), tied in a bun and a fluffy headband kept the bangs away from her cheeks and forehead - dressed in pajamas, she was sitting at one end of her sofa, legs crossed with a pillow on her lap. an old romantic movie was playing in the corner, high society, her favourite; frank sinatra was crooning to grace kelly, and the lovely lilac night was glittering off her party gown. 

                                                       jackson was laying beneath her, eyes closed; lashes soft on his cheeks, hands folded over one another on his stomach - his head centered perfectly on the pillow as her fingertips gently rubbed another skincare product across his brow bone. jess had managed to bully him somewhat into the array, having completed her own skincare after a shower, he’d showed up mid-bedtime routine and well ---- why shouldn’t she have some fun? a soft smile adorns her lips as she watched his usual tense lines smooth out beneath her touch, he looked almost relaxed. her touch would ghost along his throat, beneath his ears and across the tops of his cheeks; careful, soft, soothing. for once, he seemed unbothered with life’s troubles. 

[jessicastrung]

{ starter for @trbled-at-the-root ;; 

                                     you already know i have a lot,

                                                                    a lot on my mind } -- // the  d a n c e r 

her dad often likened her to a jellyfish -- beautiful to look at, but dangerous to  t o u c h ;; stubborn, headstrong, a do-something-out-of-spite kind of personality. if death even came to knock at her door too early, jessica would probably refuse to go-- make him wait, until she was ready. that kind of bite to her tongue would probably explain why she’s signing her name on an attendance sheet for a beginner’s dance class ( the girl can’t dance for the life of her ---! ), pink sweatpants hugging her hips and a loose t-shirt, jessica clearly looks out of her depth.

an employee had made a bet with her; a little dinner was coming up for tailors and seamstresses in two months - and of course, her store was attending, but for a charity competition, a dance contest was arranged. jessica had scoffed at the thought of watching people in her field of work trying to ball-dance with professionals as partners, ran her  m o u t h - until a direct challenge had been passed her way.

                   “ if you win the competition jess, i’ll take all the pants alterations for three months straight---- but if you’re too chicken....”

              silly, right? but jess was stubborn -- hated losing a challenge. (hated pants alterations too) -- so she’d responded in the only way that made sense! ‘fuck you, i will win--!’

and here she was, passing back a little clipboard to a receptionist, looking around a room of green dancers just like her - feeling a nerve pull tight in her stomach. she had two months to pull herself into decent shape, enough for a balldance anyway... --- and it seemed like the class teacher was just arriving--------