devil's advocate

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From Beginning to End.

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The moon is always jealous of the heat of the day, just as the sun always longs for something dark and deep.

Alice Hoffman, Practical Magic (via quotes-shape-us)

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juliennemercier:

I can tell I’ve spent too long at work. I can’t get out of this peppy, happy, I love everyone mood. Help me. 

“Just ask nicely and I could bring your mood to a settling rest. But it has to be nice to equal out the sour parts.”

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arcangelosorrentino:

“Just a bit, yeah. I think they forgot who they took on vacation. I’ve lived in NYC my whole life and one solid truth I’ve learned is that the rich kids party harder than the modest folk. Probably because they know they can get the easy bailout but I’m not complaining if it lands me some free liquor.”

“There’s another reason: rich kids at times, and I do emphasize that last part, are given and expected to be responsible at an early age. They see themselves as young adults and expect the privileges it. Acting out is a part of the nature of wanting something you think you deserve. But that’s only musing. I think we all need to kick back a few. How else are we to have a true vacation?”

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frozenkaleidoscope:

“What sort of rotten thing are you up to now cousin?” Twisting her hair into a long tail, Lux tossed it behind her shoulder and sneered at Malachi, “Entertain me as to why.”

"Me? Rotten? How uncomely. I have a game playing out and if you're going to do something fun you have to do it right," he grinned, producing a birthday card for her to examine. "Problem is I don't have a woman's touch to complete it. You know I would do anything for you."

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“Tread light, little Prince, for the crown is heavy and the ground crumbles at your feet.” -(unknown)

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theashleywhite:

“Still makes sense. I hate that we got these responsibilities but when doesn’t Akamai throw these bullshit curves at us. Last summer they made us work. I’m just grateful all I have to take care of is two friends of mine. I am looking forward to that. New York has had me on edge since way before senior year and I need to either unwind or I’m going to die from being so fucking uptight.”

“Is that all you’re going to insist on me? How happy and grateful you are that you’re with friends? You have yet to not mention it so perhaps that’s what you should waste your time doing. Careful, you might have a stroke soon. Otherwise, it will be nice to fall into some semblance of home life New York doesn’t provide. It’s a long needed vacation for the both of us.”

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thekathryngray:

I’m…. I just… I’m not ready, you know? … I don’t know about that… I feel that some pains are here to stay… But umm, I guess I’ll wait and see… Anyway umm, I need to go. Nice talking to you.

“That’s what I meant by scars but this will be a discussion for another day. Enjoy your time at the beach.”

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Port St. Lucie

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vikerrigan:

She needed to hear the confirmation. Her own pace was slow without his coaxing, her shoulder taught and at very firm attention. The most important thing to this moment, to this evening, was his confirmation of the subject. As innocent, naive, gentle as Violet was … he wound her up. She had her own needs, whims, and his taunting mannerisms only drove her toward achieving them. Violet released a breath she was unaware was stuck deep in her chest when he responded. Yeah. Soon. Come on. … ok. Tugged along, not a single fret or worry in her mind, Violet went. For all she knew he was leading her astray, further from the beaten path towards any number or horrors or treachery but with a sweet promise of delightful sin she was more than willing to trail along. She gave a tight squeeze to his grasp, hushing heavy breaths from her lips with gentle gasps, nearly too soft to be heard.

It baffled him and forced another grin to his face acknowledging what attracted him to her: she surprised him. It was a strange explanation: of all times he expected her to have human faults of selfishness, Violet always exceeded them. And now, as he expected innocence to be her cripple she was honest again, flushed but determine as he to have her needs. Innocent, clever and honest-- how did he manage that? Only to huff a laugh and shake his head at the absurdity. Malachi pulling her hand in front of him and placing an appreciative kiss on her knuckles as one last assurance for things to come. Denial would spout from his lips if he was ever asked and it would never be in the order of the wording; in that moment he was hers. Then his hand fell, eyes shifted away with an expressionless stare while his stride not only quickened but distanced himself away as they rounded the wall to the lobby. He was Violet’s, but any tell of conversation prior has been washed from his features for the sake of appearance to the roommate. He approached the girl and muttered over introductions between them before turning his direction to the doors where the black car-- driver included-- waited for them.

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thekathryngray:

I….I just…..it was just… I don’t really want to umm, talk about it…. I’m sorry…. Some wounds are still to fresh… and well, umm, some wounds never really heal. At least not properly….you know?… Umm, I am sorry for wasting your time.

“Don’t apologize, it was your story to tell and I wasn’t promised anything. But I have to disagree. Wounds heal with time, it depends on how deep they are for them to seal. You’ll always have a scar no one else can see, proof it affected you in some way and you’ll never escape it, but they’ll heal.”

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thekathryngray:

I…Well, I just mean, it’s personal, it’s private… and it wasn’t at all my fault… It wouldn’t really be comforting at all… some things will never be comforting…and well, I don’t deserve your judgement. Nor do I, umm, want pity.

"If it wasn’t your fault then it’s nothing to judge and I assure you, I don’t know you well enough to pity you. It was my experience I was speaking from, that telling strangers is a way to relieve my mind because they don’t know me and their thoughts have no effect on me. Whatever you choose.”

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Port St. Lucie

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vikerrigan:

There was a magic about his teeth on his lip, the way he would capture and nip at it – a regular habit of Malachi Larson that Violet was unsure he knew existed. Immediately when they slowed she braced herself, sucking in a vacuum of air and holding it captive in her lungs in wait. And there it is. Violet gasped, felt a little buckle in her knees – not enough for him to notice or so she hoped. It took a moment for her to capture herself again, especially after the prolonged kiss across his cheek, and sure enough the flush came. Maybe it was there when he spoke, Violet was unsure, but it was there … warm, familiar, making her realize that there was atmosphere and the ability for heat here, even in the artificial air conditioning. Then they were fleeing again, down the hall. Her words were brave, “Soon?”

And when it showed the proud fool couldn’t hide his pearly white smile, chest filled with a sure pound to his step, all unaware of her small trickery. The word, however, nearly had him still if only to make sure he had hear Violet correctly. Soon. It made all the banter and jest a solid action. It showed the anticipation and eagerness he hadn’t though she would admit to if she even thought those things. One word and his jaw was slack, staring to confirm everything he had intended for the evening seemed too far away for the both of them and rather skip it all for the moment’s surprise. “Yeah,” he spoke, wetting his lips that had dried too fast. “Soon. Come on.” His voice was light, his rush to the lobby slowed but his grip on her hand firm and unrelenting of its tighter grasp.

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thekathryngray:

I….Why should I tell you? … I mean, I hardly know you…

"Whether you tell me or not is your decision and I merely a listener of woes. I’ve always found telling strangers is more comforting because then they have no preconceived notions to judge you. All the same, you don’t have to. I’m curious and an open ear.”

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Port St. Lucie

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“Stealing suggests I was unwilling to go.” Was that her quiet voice? Violet didn’t recognize the romancing tone that slipped from her lips in response to his own words. She did know that she enjoyed the way her lips brushed against his while she spoke, the little jitters that it sent to each tiny little nerve along the way to her brain. He was something of a drug to her, dangerous and she was very aware of that. It was just that she didn’t care. “Steal me.” Suddenly it seemed like a very good idea to stay. But she understood the reason why they couldn’t … she was just eager for the escape, the promise through their text messages to be fulfilled. And that, in return, made her feel dirty.

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At the command he finally released, taking only a step back as he reached for her hand and extended it out. Sure eyes affixed to hers he raised it and kissed the top, another taunt of touch to appeal and coax her before rearranging their hands and pulling her away to their fun. Like children, he was a boy leading her out of the room to mischief kept secret from authority figures and now with no note left as evidence for the people he was happy to avoid. The only hint would be their subtle smirks and quick glances to laugh at the private knowledge with full memory to make it real. Memory that they planned to make which prompted Malachi to do what he did best: “The allusion was to the surprises, that I don’t want you to see them coming unless we planned them. Well we definitely planned for something tonight and we’ll definitely be... play on words.”

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“Don’t know about bonding, but I know it’s an excellent way to numb the senses just enough. I am sharing, I’ll get some glasses.”

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“That too and it’s a better reason than the bullshit I’m spitting out. Thanks. I was ready to bring something in myself and maybe will to pay back the favor. They can’t expect us to vacation without a little fun.”