#vnivdi

[clevvre-blog]

⛈

find my muse after some kind of trauma

        barging into brooklyn’s apartment out of sheer impatience is par for the course these days, but for a decidedly predictable girl, dom is thoroughly shocked by the state of her today. he resists the urge to turn around -- for her benefit. no one’s ever accused dominic of being an expert sympathizer. still, he approaches slowly, head ducked. “jesus christ, brook,” he starts in a murmur, hand reaching out for her hair. “the hell happened to you?  --shit, i didn’t miss another dinner meeting, did i?”

[clairemarlowes]

constellations, shooting star, earth

constellations: who is someone you could talk to for hours and never stop?

“… Dom? But maybe to an extent– I’d have to stop at some point, right?”

shooting star: who is someone you trust to help you make the right decisions?

“Myself. That sounds cheesy, but there’s nobody I can trust more than myself when it comes to making decisions.”

earth: where do you feel most at home?

“London will always feel the most like home to me. But slowly, New York is growing on me.”

[clairemarlowes]

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[3:14am] hey brook! just doing some cleaning (don’t ask) & i found a bracelet and i think it might be yours from the last time you were around? ... in hindsight, maybe not the best idea to text you this at 3am. will text again in the morning... sorry... sleep well 😬

[will-michaels]

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send me “#” for cell phone headcanons about our muses including:

what your muse’s name is in mine’s phone

brooklyn

what your muse’s picture is in mine’s phone

  what your muse’s ringtone is in mine’s phone

he doesn’t do ringtones, so its just the regular one lol

my muse’s last text to your muse

“i need business advice”

[clevvre-blog]

@vnivdi​ — cont;

     contact and proximity are rare when they aren’t under the watchful eye of a camera. it surprises even himself when dom reaches out to pull her back in by the slim of her wrist. “you’re being dramatic,” he seethes. “even for you.” flaking on a dinner date doesn’t qualify as an excuse for a tantrum in his book, even despite the stakes. “why does it fucking matter? it’d have been a shitshow anyway.”

[clairemarlowes]

✎

✎ = speaking in a different language .

The second Claire heard Brooklyn start speaking in a language that definitely wasn’t English, her eyebrows rose. It wasn’t like it was something she never heard– because living in New York, she’d heard plenty of different languages over the years, and she’d learnt one herself as a child. Still, she smiled at Brooklyn. “So, tell me– that the only language you’ve got under your belt? Or are you hiding more?”

[clevvre-blog]

‘we are not the same, and never will be.’

         sneering over his shoulder, dom has to put his drink down before turning to viciously regard her. he advances on brook slowly, a shark in the water. “no, brooklyn, we aren’t,” he begins, voice mild. “we live on completely different levels. i’m on top. my position is priceless. and you...,” a hairsbreadth away, dom scowls icily down his nose at her, “well, we already know exactly how much you’re worth, don’t we? even got the contract to prove it.”

[clevvre-blog]

✉♀

a text that wasn’t sent.

( 10:36 am ): thanks.

a heartbreaking text.

( 5:46 pm ): how anyone could ever love you is beyond me.