She'd always been a headstrong woman, certain of where she stood and not at all afraid to speak her mind. That had always worked out for her, adding up to a brilliant career in the bureau. Still her strong opinions had served her no good when it came to Graham, unable to bring him out of the darkness he'd submerged in after what had happened, rather pushing him out of reach as she couldn't help but telling him what he needed to hear. She could see him letting everything he'd built go to waste, she could see him mourning and in pain-- but she couldn't do a single thing. She'd long accepted that, or at least she told herself such because it was almost two in the morning and she was standing outside of his office. "Open up, Graham." Astrid called out as she knocked repeatedly on the door. "I know you're in there, you're always in there."
It seemed that even in death, the man who Evelina saw more as a bastard than her father still found a way to hurt and torment her. It hadn't even been a full week since he'd been put in the ground and the blonde was still trying to pick up the pieces from the mess he had created that she was visited by two men stopping by the house one day, looking to get back the couple thousand that her father had apparently owed to them. Evelina had spend years away from her family and this two and yet the moment she stepped a foot back into it, she was quickly reminded of why she fled it in the first place the moment she became a legal adult.
All she wanted to do was grieve her mother's death and get their things in order for her to sell the house so that she could go back to the somewhat happy life she'd made for herself. However, as seemed to be the case in much of Evie's life, she wasn't going to be granted things to go easy. "Look, I am sorry if my father owed you guys money but I don't have it to pay you back." She tried to reason with the man who had her pressed with her back against her living room wall as he approached her, telling her that they'd happily take things by force if she didn't cooperate with them. She was feeling her heart race, scared for what they might do to her if she didn't comply. For a moment she glanced from the man closest to her, to the one standing near the front door, when her eyes caught something behind the male, moving across the yard. Someone was passing by. "Hey! Hey -- help! Please! Please help!" she quickly cried out loudly, hoping to get their attention.
a closed starter for @wutheringdevotion based on this post featuring molly.
glancing up from her phone, molly fixed them with a wholly unimpressed look. she'd started off just scrolling through her social media but now she flipped it so that they could see the screen. a timer, still going, on display. "you've just talked at me for at least ten minutes now, did you know that?"
mattress shifted as the other lifted themselves from the bed, his hues trailing their every step as they began fishing the previously discarded clothing items from the ground. “ you know, i would offer you breakfast but it seems like you’re in a rush, ” he hummed in usual raspy morning voice, “ but i get it. having an actual conversation would take us into some dangerous territory. what if you’d have to admit to yourself i actually am good company? ”
closed for @wutheringdevotion // this plot ft. elizabeth
Shot in hand, Elizabeth downed it like water. There was a burn in the back of her throat as warmth filled her chest. Was it the best idea to start off strong? Probably not. But she was there for a good time, not a long time. Unless, of course, something interesting ended up happening anyway. She did a quick turn around, glancing around the throngs of people. As she spotted some familiar faces, she headed towards them. "Well isn't this a little blast from the past?" she said in greeting, not even sure if they recognized her.
donovan had thought he was unshakeable, but the years he had spent behind volatile concrete walls gutted out the man he used to be. the confidence in which he walked and met the eyes of others straight on no longer present. trauma was a hell of a thing and he had gone through an awful lot trying to survive inside to spend the last few of his sentence in a dark box of a cell alone.
it's why the unexpected touch of his neighbor when he arrived home startled him so greatly. he reacted without thinking --turning on her and practically pushing her in to the chainlink fence that separated their properties, pinning her there with his body before realizing the mistake he had made when he was met with the bright blue eyes of his neighbor. "fuck, i'm sorry. i'm sorry." he murmured pulling away from her just as quickly as if he had been scalded. "don't just...walk up on people." don couldn't ever imagine why she would want to approach a man like him who lived next door to her like an unshaven recluse, but she always tried to make conversation anyway...though perhaps not any longer.
“Did you know that you have a million freckles on your shoulders?” //Philoise
I love this prompt and I love you Lil.
Dorks on a warm day under the cut
(once more in the L&F au)
“Blecchh” Eloise let out as she closed the front door, it was late-July and the heat in the city was absolutely unbearable.
Phillip was sitting on the couch reading with a fan pointed directly at him, even with the air-conditioning on he was sweltering, “that nice out huh?” he said sitting up and putting down his book
“Don’t even get me started,” Eloise said, “had I known helping Pen get ready to move actually meant the getting majority of her stuff in the moving truck, I think I would have told her to wait,”
“Wait, you actually started loading the truck?” Phillip asked, “why didn’t you call me?”
“Because I’m stubborn and Colin was being patronizing, so I had to prove Pen and I could do it without help,” Eloise said. Phillip couldn’t help but chuckle.
“Anyways, now I am covered in sweat and my shoulders are sore,” she added.
Phillip patted the area of the couch between his legs, “come sit in front of the fan and I’ll rub your shoulders.”
Eloise sat on the couch between Phillip and the fan and began to relax as Phillip started rubbing her shoulders. Phillip, meanwhile, was admiring the soft slope from Eloise’s neck to her arms. She was wearing a tank top leaving her shoulders exposed and her skin had a slight golden tint from the summer sun and had exploded with freckles.
“Did you know you have a million freckles on your shoulders?” Phillip said casually.
“A million? I find that hard to believe,” Eloise replied.
“Okay, let me count them then,” Phillip said, bringing his lips to the top of her shoulder lightly kissing her skin “one,” he kissed her again, “two,” another kiss “three…”
“I hardly think that this is the most efficient or accurate way to count them,” Eloise said with a laugh.
“Oh? Would you like me to stop?” Phillip teased.
“No, no,” Eloise asserted, “I’m very curious to see if you can get to a million.”
