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selcvuth:

accessing the damage, some scraped palms and a bruise already forming on her knee, she found herself slipping in her first language, “ no, no necesito atención médica …er, i mean….” she paused. the girl’s speaking french, ari, not spanish you dumb ass. “i don’t need to go anywhere. i’m fine.” she winced a bit as she stood up but she wasn’t comfortable with the girl being so close to her, fussing over her. especially when she fell because she was too busy ogling her. “..uh, we could get ice though. might be good to stop my knee from inevitably swelling.”  

Chocolate orbs filled with worry watching the stranger stand up before her. the spanish didn't register, but that was nothing new. french had always felt more like a distant cousin than a familiar sibling to her fellow latin-based languages. "ice, ouai, we can get you ice!" one hand instinctively reached around the small waist of the brunette. caution lived in each step she took, short and soft. "we can also get you lunch if you will like? you must have worked up an appetite," however, while cassidy used her free hand to pat her stomach, she couldn't help but admit, "or maybe i selfishly don't want to eat on my own." 

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[sezaininkadehi]

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hcxtbrxk:

“yes yes,” she said with a chuckle never being one to turn her old friend down. linking arms with her she smiled for the camera before looking at the girl raising an eyebrow, “wait you are already speaking czech? girl i haven’t even started that and i got a year on you.” though that was something she always loved about the girl, the way she could be so excited over things, it made her a bit jealous. kennedy could fake the smiles and fun times more of the time, but there was always the dread of her real life behind her and what was to come when she finished with the city. “okay okay so i was thinking the prauge castle, it honestly the pretties in my opinion of those here but it’s got a bit of a hike…but its nothing compared to the time we hiked up for the sacré-cœur basilica a few years ago.” her french almost perfect as she reminisced. 

A quiet hum sounded behind closed lips as cassidy safely tucked her phone away. "only a few words! i know cheese because you know we each much of cheese in france," the hand placed on her stomach emphasized her reminiscence."i also know wine, money, and an explicit word i don't feel comfort in saying," a roll of her eyes came with the latter as it was courtesy of an unwarranted subway conversation. "oh i know, i know !! " before she knew it, laughter had escaped her lips.. "and the artist on montmartre who offered you his painting in return for one kiss - cheeky man! you had him at your accent, non?" her fingers raked through her locks, tying it together to assemble a bun at the top of her head. "maybe you were true love. you could have become a citizen, and we could have been neighbors !! your home full of paint and projects and you yelling for him to clean up - cinematic." kennedy was an attractive woman for sure, and it was no secret that men looked at her. french men however, were as vocal as italians with their intentions and as oblivious to charming women without aggressive affections. walking backwards toward the castle she sang, "you could have been his love. son coeur, son petit chou !!" the blonde giggled as she placed playful kisses on her friend's cheek.

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selcvuth:

dancing was obviously ariela’s favorite type of exercise but cardio was a close second. nothing felt better than going for a run whether that be outside or on a treadmill; there was something grounding about the soles of her feet pounding off of a surface with her sweaty and out of breath. normally, ari was good with staying completely focused on her run. she kept her eyes forward, high; earbuds in her ears playing heavy rock and drowning out any invasive thoughts she would have. it would so happen, on this particular day, her eye line drifted down ever so slightly, and she caught sight of a girl stretching in front of her. once she bent down to touch her toes, ari was done for. tripping over her own feet as she got too focused on a nice ass framed by lycra. ari stumbled, accidentally activating the emergency stop on the machine and stumbling even more, almost being thrown off the machine. if the commotion wasn’t enough to draw the girl’s attention, the loud curse probably did, “mierda…” 

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Leg day, the source of income for many an instagram model and reason behind the squat and smith machine being utilised more than ever. that meant that cassidy had to be more creative with the space she had. her skin was glistening slightly after hopping off of the stairmaster, flushed cheeks inspired enough humility to encourage a few moments of stretching by the benches. cassidy was just about to slip her headphones back on before she heard a disturbance. "mon dieu!" it didn't take long for cassidy to fill the space between them, crouching down to assess the woman. "are you okay ?! that sounded like it hurt !!" stating the obvious probably didnt help. "of course it did. can i get you anything? ice? médical?"

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selcvuth:

it was early, at least bailey thought so. her eyes still shut even as sunlight rolled into the room. at cassidy’s voice, her eyes opened slightly. from where she was pressed into the mattress, “what kind of magic are we talking, shitty slight of hands or like witches? because i believe in witches. and if we’re talking like miracles in the sense of magic? hell yeah, i believe it.” a pause, “i also believe in that feeling that you can’t quite describe but it’s … magic.” she groaned, “cass, i’m not even sure if i’m making sense. shut me up if i’m not.” 

"You are!" a few excited claps complemented her exclamation. "especially because i was thinking we could go to the park. there's this place, it's called the magical cave. it's supposed to look like a fairy tale! bright colors, beautiful art, deep in the forest..." cassidy's hands found the sides of her cheeks in an inability to contain her desire to go with bailey. the weight of an early morning couldn't keep the young woman from propping herself up on her knees with two bounces ridden of joy. "soooooo... ?? the only thing more magical than that is seeing an actual unicorn--and they're part of the artwork!"

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selcvuth:

“frustration? do they call trouble that? if i would have to guess a board game to be called frustration, i would assume that the one that times you and you have to fit the pieces into the holes before the timer runs out and all the pieces pop out at you. but i think that’s called perfection. yeah, we can do that. we also could drink something a little stronger than wine if we want, but wine’s good too. white or red? “ billy rolled his eyes affectionately, “kicking my derrière ? if anyone’s getting their ass handed to them, it’s you sunshine.” 

"In my country, yes," bare feet tapped along the floor until cassidy made her way to the game cabinet. "you will understand the frustration after your loss," she only peered across her shoulder to throw him a playful wink. the young woman pushed the cabinet closed behind her with one foot before taking a seat on the rug in the middle of the room. "hmmm, you choose!" her chocolate orbs were glued on the board as it unfolded before her. "what would you like to drink that is stronger? a port? or... like vodka?" bright nails excitedly picked up the blue pieces, allowing cassidy to clutch them close to her heart with an excited closed-mouthed chuckle. setting her pieces in position, cassidy dismissed what she felt was his misplaced confidence with a wave of her hand and a snort. "alright, bartender. what do you think is on the menu? you'll need something to soon ease the pain."

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Cloud 9 was accurately named. above the rest of the city sat a beautiful bar && lounge filled with beautiful women and men willing to spend money on them. in a nude dress that had already seen plenty of use, cassidy teetered from the heel of one borrowed shoe to the other. meanwhile, rory inspired awe and envy in each patron of the establishment. her dark locks, full lips, and perfectly curved figure kept the attention of more people than cassidy could count. “i don’t think I have been to a place so…qu’est-ce que c’est en anglais…fancy?” her voice was a whisper, the admission inciting nerves behind her stomach despite the glass of pinot noir. “ is this what you are used to? places with so much…opulence ?” 

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grxmreapers:

“This?” He gestured to himself though none of the poor appearance could have possibly been missed. “I’m sure I can get cleaned up enough at a nice clean sink–but my shirt’s a bit rank. ‘gotta say. Maybe I won’t touch anything, but I can stir and whip up for you. Wash dishes.” Wasn’t that last offer the best one in any circumstance for a chef? Snow simply liked to be busy. Distracted. Sharing good company while being productive was heaven on earth. Vinson had to laugh toward Cassidy’s own generous proposal, “You do? What martial arts have you mastered–or are you more of a street fighter? Gun slinger?”

Believing that everything was within the realm of possibility was a task cassidy would never be able to achieve solely due to the fact that it was impossible not to perk up to the idea of someone else washing her dishes. it was a luxury her family could quite literally never afford. she could wish for the cinematic nanny who, although cleaned around the house, was more like a quirky friend, or she could roam through home stores dragging her fingers along shiny dishwashers. with a deep exhale, cassidy re-entered reality with an affirmative nod to all of his offers, “you’ve got yourself a deal!” as the train came to a stop cassidy gestured for him to follow her out of the doors. “oh ??!” the shock laced into her tone was a mixture of disbelief toward his words and the low temperature that slapped her in the face. “ no laughing, i am being serious !! it is sarcasm i hear in your voice, non? – okay.” now her grocery bags were placed on the floor so she could fish a rubber band out of her bag. trying – and failing – to keep the smile off of her face, cassidy wrapped the material around her fingers before aiming for his chest. “i think you should apologize,” a quick clearing of her throat allowed her a distraction from the giggles threatening an attempted stoic façade, “before somebody gets hurts.” 

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@selcvuth ft. billy 

“Do you know what I have not played in quite a while?” unable to keep from bouncing on her toes, cassidy’s excitement could not be contained. “frustation! or ---euh, trouble, they call it too ?? “ there was a small rise and fall of her shoulders to brush the  small fact away. “we should play board games! it would be a fun monday night, non? games and wine and kicking your derrière...does it get better than that?”

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@selcvuth​ ft. bailey 

Sunlight, it welcomed cassidy to another day possibly ridden with opportunity, slipping through her curtains to dance across her cheeks as she sank into the mattress. being next to one of her favorite faces inspired the young woman to make her time with bailey yet another one of her f a v o r i t e days. “bails,” propping herself up onto the palm of her hand, she asked with curious hues, “do you believe in...magic?” 

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@aksxl

“Makronky. maaa--kronky...much easier to just say macaron...” living in prague was a constant learning experience. budgeting in a fairly new country, speaking in a new language, dining from a new cuisine, it kept the young woman constantly on her toes. purchasing a dessert to enjoy on the charles bridge made her free afternoons even more therapeutic. the cool stone welcomed her as her legs hugged either side of the ledge, a seat that provided one of the most picturesque views the city had to offer. “who would ever leave such a place, right?” her breath was to no one in particular, but since the man nearest to her was alone there was no reason for cassidy not to attempt a conversation. “beautiful sights, impressive weather, hopefully great macarons…” the crinkling of the bag covered the small giggle that slipped through her lips. If she were selfish cassidy  would have offered him the lavender flavor, or something equally misleading so he would deny her offer to share, but she wasn’t raised that way. Instead, pink nails reached into the bag to present the ever popular vanilla. “i thou—“ realization swept over her face and flushed her full cheeks. “sorry! sorry. I thought…you were a stranger.”  cassidy instantly regretted swinging one of her legs over the ledge to meet the other in an attempt to make room for him. “i should have expected for you to be here. i guess. perfect place for people to think...or have d a t e s...which I’m sure you have done both of…here. right?” her teeth sunk into her rosy brims, desperate to stop the string of nonsense she was spewing. a soft hum vibrated against her throat, one hand outstretched to offer him his pick of her presently prized possessions. 

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lxvcr:

sofia was pleased with the other’s willingness to help her, and even more pleased that she was going to help her for free. “well i will at least pay you in the form of food and drink later if you get hungry,” she smiled. sofia sat across from the other on the floor, and when she asked her question she just chewed on the inside of her lip, “possibly,” she responded as she grabbed her phone from the floor next to her and searching youtube for anything that could be useful. “um, well not for this particular model. but maybe… maybe let’s go get some food first and then come back and try?” she laughed.

Disappointment was soon washed away with the excitement of a food offer. the grin tugging at both corners of her lips was almost instantaneously paired with bright, wide eyes. “ouai! absolutement. i am famished,” a slight exaggeration. what cassidy should have explained was her desire to try prague’s cuisine. “what are we going to eat? f r i e d cheese? goulash? cehb…..chlebit….” with a scrunched nose and poor pronunciation, her memories of random czech food she had googled in the weeks before her move were failing her in this moment. “i will eat anything!”

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grxmreapers:

Snow tensed his chin and gave a slow nod the moment he heard Cassidy come around to the idea. “She’s our gossip lady and I hope you can steer clear of her venom.” The chocolate and bold conversation had helped him a great deal. Company in general could do that for Vinson. Pull him out of himself and forget. It was a cowards way out, convenient, but Snow had never denied he just might be. Snow smiled again, moved by the encouragement he was honestly not accustomed to receiving. “I am happy to hear that I’m your winning horse.” He joked, a small chuckle creeping out of him while chewing on another chip. Left brow quirked up, Vinson was intrigued, “Maybe after a bit of clean up, sure, I’ll be of use to you.”

“Yes.” He chuckled again.

“Me too." the thought of being around the woman who drew a reaction out of people, even without being present, wasn’t a woman cassidy wanted to share space with. sharing a train ride with someone familiar made the time melt away. it was the first morning in quite some time that she wasn’t worried about dozing off and dropping the eggs or singing along too loudly to her music and ending up on someone’s snapchat. “ah, of course!” from the sounds of it, he had quite an eventful night. “are you sure you’re going to be okay going home to clean up? you look…” there was a brief pause as she fell upon the exact word to suffice, “exhausted !! you know, if you need a bodyguard…” the raised one fist to eye level, shaking it fervently. “i come highly recommended.” 

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