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Danez Smith, from âI Didnât Like You When I Met Youâ
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Nikki for Subject60 (2018)
She was honey and gunpowder
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You fell in love with a storm. Did you really think you would get out unscathed?
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-closed starter for @finnegan-taylorâ
In every city, sheâd ever lived, in her adult life. Dionne skirted around like a ghost, she rarely visited the same place twice. But sheâd become good friends with the only local bar in town. She quickly discovered there wasnât much for her to pass the time in Colorado, and her life had become somewhat of a routine. Coffee shop, work, run into El, bar, repeat. She was tired of feeling sorry for herself, but sheâd seemed to be stuck in a rut, where all of her energy was focused on the girl she claimed not to have feelings for, and quite frankly she was starting to piss herself off. Dionne was two drinks deep when the bartender whom she had come to know as Mike placed another she hadnât ordered in front of her. âOh god,â she groaned, placing her thumb to her forehead. âCourtesy of the gentleman over thereâ the man piped. âPeople still do that shit, youâre joking?â She questioned, taking the drink, and looking over her shoulder as the man very comically raised his glass to her like something straight out of a movie scene. âYou didnât tell me I was giving off that kind of energyâ she raised her eyebrow the man serving her drinks.
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Itâd been a few days since her second run-in with El, in the interim Dionne was doing her best to avoid that side of the city, and minimize the likelihood of them running into each other for the third time. Dionne entered Deja Brew, the coffee shop Molly mentioned being accosted in, hoping sheâd not meet the same fate as she wasnât quite as kind as the woman. The place was fairly packed for a Saturday morning, but she spotted a table in the back with an empty seat and claimed it only leaving it for long enough to wash her hands and return. Coming back to find her seat had been taken. Under different circumstances, on a different day, Dionne mightâve taken the high road. But she was still trying to swallow the pill of El out with another woman. Not because she cared, but because it hadnât been a few days since their run-in, where her ex had begged for closure and sheâd so quickly turned around to spite her. Dionne quite obnoxiously cleared her throat, to garner the attention of the woman in her seat. âYou mind, I was sitting there.â
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Closed starter @emmett-chambersâ
Dionne lifted the folder left outside her last patient room. She quickly scanned the document; Lucky, golden retriever, annual visit. Grateful, her last of the day would be an easy one. She put her hand on the doorknob and shut her eyes taking a quick moment to breathe before plastering a smile on her face and turning the knob. âHey Luckyâ she greeted soon as she entered. introduced herself, in the same swift motion raising her hand to shake that of the owners, offering a brief moment of eye contact before her attention was turned back to the dog. âAlright, kid. You're my last of the day, itâll be a quick scratch on the head, a couple of shots, and weâll see each other again next year. Most fun Iâve had in this town so farâ she joked, gently petting Lucky on the head. Now proper turning her attention to the accompanying human as she conducted her exam. âIâm Dr. Dionne Clarke, but the formalities creep me out, so just Dionne sufficesâ she introduced herself, in the same swift motion raising her hand to shake that of the owners, offering a brief moment of eye contact and a polite smile, before her attention was turned back to the dog.
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Ally Condie, Matched
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el-daniels¡:
El was not so familiar with the area, and consequently its weather, and had not recently taken to the option of updating her wardrobe, in a manner that would bring her most suited to the chill of the snowy wind. She was, therefore, dressed in a pair of black slacks, with a vertically black-and-white striped shirt, half un-buttoned, tucked into them, and still exposing a black bra, and she wore brown wicker shoes, which were tied loosely. It was a beautiful day, and perhaps a lucky one, for she was not too cold, and not too warm- and she considered herself fortunate to be with her company. The wind was, too, a gracious thing. She said, then, âI donât even have one,â she admitted, in a bashful reference to the womanâs previous mention, of a winter jacket.Â
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It was an unusually picturesque day, the weather serving as something else for Dionne to be bitter about. As if the sun was determine to shine in spite of her. A day so in contrast to her own clouded and gloomy mood. She found herself rolling her eyes at the mere nerve of it.
She was on her lunch break from Healthy Tales, and was tasked with running to the shops to collect some stuff for the office. In a rush, she thought sheâd cut through the park, weaving through the crowds of people the current weather seemed to bring out. She kept a quick steady pace, that was until she weaved through an unusually tight cluster of people, and found herself bumping the shoulder of an annoyingly cute couple walking side by side in front of them, in turn dropping her wallet to the ground. âOh shit-â she muttered, bending over to grab it. âIâm sorryâ she added shortly after, raising her head to face the women sheâd bumped, her hands coming out in front of her in the way you would to catch someone. âAre you o-â the tail end of the word caught in her throat. The polite smile sheâd previously worn replaced with a look of pure shock, her mouth forming a small âoâ. Her eyes landing on familiar greenâs of her ex, beside the woman whose shoulders she bumped, she quickly clamped her mouth shut.
#convo: el#convo: dilan#I apologize for the length lol I don't know how to stop#you don't have to match at all
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mollyfielding¡:
Molly knew Dionne was good at her job, and the clients had all been very complimentary of her, it was important that she surrounded herself with good people, and she felt that Dionne was that. Sure, the two of them didnât exactly have matching personalities, but that didnât affect her ability to do her job. She did her best to respect Dionneâs boundaries but it wasnât always that easy, she liked people and enjoyed spending time with them, so she found it rather difficult to keep her distance and not assume that people liked her company as much as she liked theirs.
Jumping into gossip felt like safe bet, surely anyone enjoyed talking about that. She face Dionne as she spoke, watching her lips. âYeah, in Deja Brew,â she admitted, âI havenât been back since.â Molly laughed at the idea of a scarlet letter on her shirt, âif I could sew Iâd make one.â Molly still wasnât really sure what had provoked the woman, sure it had something to do with Ari, but why the woman felt that she needed to intervene was something that Molly didnât really understand. âSheâs a friend of my wifeâs apparently,â she explained, âweâre separated and she had some opinions about it it seems.â
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Dionneâs eyebrows scrunched together, as she tried to tie the name to a location. Sheâs sure she hadnât been there yet. She committed the name to memory, since she once again shared a home in the same city as El sheâd have to find a new coffee shop, the previous one sheâd visited once again tainted by a memory. She also hoped it would mean, not another chance encounter.
Again, she found her mind wandering to her ex, and Dionne pulled the tea cup back to her lips, reigning her thoughts in to zone in on her conversation with Molly. âAnd she decided the middle of a coffee shop was the right time?â Her eyebrow raised inquisitively, an incredulous smile on her face. âSounds like someone I know.â
âI didnât know you were married, or well-â she paused unsure what her proper title would then be. âIâm sorry that youâre separatedâ she finished quickly changing the topic back to the gossip as opposed to seeming too intrusive âDid you at least put them in their place?â She asked, a genuine curiosity peaked, wondering if the innocence, for lack of a better word, she saw in Molly was just the product of being co workers. Though sheâd much rather deny it, she could use a friend in Colorado, or at least someone to fill the time until she has time to shun her feelings again.
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danielbaileyâ:
He had been in the vet before with his dog, because he tended to take her there whenever he got worried about her acting in a weird way, at least a way that he thought was different and unusual, maybe thatâs why he looked familiar. She wasnât his first dog, but he had to go through a petâs death before, it was painful. It was his time to go because he spent 15 years alive, but it was still hard to deal with, so despite Ella being young, he still got paranoid sometimes, scared she was sick, âNo, I have been there a few times though, so you could have seen me.â
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âOh no, I uh- didnât recognize you. Iâm bad with facesâ She paused, rubbing the bridge of her nose with her index finger, a long forgotten nervous habit âand namesâ she added sheepishly, though she truly was unapologetic for the fact. Dionne was more to remember a pets name as opposed to the pet owner. Though sheâd come to find, pet owners didnât mind that much.
âJust wanted to make sure you werenât part of the group in there I was meant to be socializing withâ she clarified, nudging her head toward the group huddled in the far corner.Â
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Who: @dionne-clarkeâ Where: Healthy Tails
Molly was excited to be able to hire new staff for her clinic, luckily the town had a lot of pets which means despite being pretty new the clinic was doing well, well enough for Molly to curate a team. Dionne had been an easy hire, her references spoke for themselves. She was great at her job and Molly had now seen that first hand. The small problem was that Dionne didnât seem as much as a people person as Molly was, she wasnât chatty and Molly was doing her best to respect her boundaries but she wasnât so great at it. Sheâd seen that Dionne was having a hot drink and a break so she headed into the staff room, turning on the kettle to make herself a tea before deciding to break the ice with a small tidbit from her life. âDid I ever tell you that the other week a random woman decided to yell at me in the coffee shop?â she asked, âfelt like something from a TV show, I think Iâve fuelled the old lady gossip for the next year.â
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Molly was in a rare position, those who got to see Dionne around animals, doing what was likely just about the only thing she loved in the world got to see a unusually soft side of the woman. Despite not being in particularly high spirits after her run in with El, sheâd had a decent day. Having moments ago, assisted in delivering a litter of puppies.Â
Just finishing her morning appointments she thought sheâd chance a tea break in the team break room. Dionne looked up from her drink just long enough to offer Molly a small smile as the other entered the room. Before turning her attention back to her drink grateful for the unspoken agreement between them, Molly never pushing Dionne too much for conversation. using the warmth of the cup as a way to keep herself tethered to the ground.Â
Almost as if in response to her thoughts Molly stirred up a conversation. Dionne raised an eyebrow at the other, setting her drink down, her attention not fully turned to the woman. âIn Providence Peak?â she huffed a laugh âyouâre marred for life, might as well plaster a scarlet letter on your shirtâ, the little she knew of Molly, sheâd learned during working hours, and Dionne couldnât imagine a reason someone would have anything to say to the kindhearted woman. âIâd ask what you did, but my senses tell me itâs likely vice versaâ she offered, conversation a welcome distraction from her running thoughts.
#convo: molly#don't feel the need to match lol#sorry for the delay#my dumbass just saved it back in drafts after finishing
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el-danielsâ:Â
El was almost triggered again by the words from Dionneâs lips, so wildly foreign from the sweetness she had once known, the welcoming sin under prayers and begs for release. What had happened to them, once so entangled as to engage in such filthy, and sordid, activities each night, but now to flinch at any touch, as if they were strangers, strangers, strangers? The thought echoed in her mind, until finally she found, in some depths she never knew she had, when it came to this heartbreak, and this event, which she had 1,000 times over considered to herself at night, and never it playing out this way, to speak again, despite her estranged ex-loverâs demand.
âWell, you kind of fucking live here now, so youâre not getting rid of me this time. If weâre not doing this now, weâre doing it later; you fucking owe me that much. You walked out, and I need- I get closure, so I can.. fucking move on.â She finished with a gesture most common to her nervous nature, in that she scratched at the back of her neck, almost sheepish, which was in great and opposite a juxtaposition to her former anger. She was, suddenly, brought back to a memory, to a time that had seemed to indicate she was, in some form, doing just that: finding solace in the ability to see the potential of romance in someone other than Dionne. It had been so difficult, and so harrowed a thing, which she had never known to pray for, but which had been gifted to her nonetheless, by some god watching in on her, and perhaps taking pity to her woes, that she had finally taken the chance to attend to the carnival, and to indulge in a number of drinks with, with Dilan, which had provided El with some sensitivity to and desire for intimacy with the other woman, in their newfound attractions. Yet, here she was, pursuing her former lover as though she had any chance, which she knew now, by the words spoken, that the likelihood of a reconciliation was still by far an impossibility, for lack of desire on Dionneâs end.
âSo, like, thatâs it, then? Youâre just, done? Exactly like when you-â El winced. âWhen you left. No explanation, just that- what, are you trying to âfix things yourselfâ again now?â El laughed with a bitterness, and found herself entirely too engaged in this conversation, to provide the white flag she had always wanted, as perhaps it was her subconscious which was truly holding the reigns, and allowing her to move forward with the same anger she had felt in the shop. âLike that worked the first time.â
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Dionneâs eyes were wild with fear, her silent pleads for El to walk away going unheard. She wished not to be the one to break them again, but selfishly she would, as to not allow herself to be broken. Only left with one choice, as she was convinced the truth would damn her, for it could not fix the hole she tore nor the one left by her mother years before. Again, she was struck with the insanity of their situation as the other tried to reason with her. Lovers who somehow managed to get stuck in each otherâs orbit again. âThis was over months ago, this conversation is months expiredâ Dionne retorted, resigned now to the others feelings. Resorting to feigning blind to the others nervous gestures a trait she once found so endearing, the way the other was so helpless to her own emotions, that in which she now cursed. The urge to pull those hands into hers and kiss each knuckles nipping at her heart.
âWeâre really doing this now, okayâ she murmured. The kindness still left in Dionneâs heart, urged her to get the out of the busy street, as to spare El from the wandering gaze, spare her from the world hearing what sheâd readied to say. Dionne placed her hand on Elâs back just between the small of it and her shoulders, her fingers barely touching the others skin, in fear of getting burned, leading her to an empty side alley sheâd noticed on her way in.
She stood for a moment, eyes boring into Elâs, Dionne ran her fingers through her hair in frustration or nerves one could easily be confused for the other. Pacing for a moment she averted her gaze, her eyes now looking past the other to the wall behind her. The venom behind Elâs tone only served to build the walls between them up higher. It was easier Dionne thought if she could just have the the blonde just hate her. El unknowingly assisting in proving her right, in that eventually sheâd seize to matter. âGod, why do you need this from me so desperately? What could I possibly say that would change anything? Whatâs left when I already broke this, like Jesus El is it not enough how I ended things to get you to just walk away did that not paint clear enough a picture. Go! Find someone else! What else exactly would you like to hear from me, that you havenât made up your mind on already anyways.â
âIs that enough closureâ the tears welled up in her eyes, Dionne desperately tried to will them away, now no longer facing the blonde. She wished she could force them back, her words, already caught by the wind and carried to the other.
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leilabarakâ:
Leila let a sympathetic look spread across her features, head nodding in the womanâs direction. It was no secret that Leila herself was a terrible liar, so she had no room to judge. âItâsâŚway better than I could have done, so uh, at least thereâs that,â she encouraged, trying to keep a positive spin on it.Â
Head looking around, Leila didnât see anything that the woman could have been trying to exit from. Biting her lip a bit, Leila shrugged. âI mean, if it were me Iâd justâŚleave, really,â she admitted. Leila was much more likely to just disappear from a situation she didnât want to be in than to bother giving any excuses. The way she saw it, she was an adult and if she didnât want to be somewhere she would just remove herself from it. âIs itâŚwhat uhâŚare you trying to escape from?â
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âI appreciate the vote of confidenceâ Dionne chuckled, leaning over to grab the cigarette shed previously discarded and walked it to the waste bin to her right. She wasnât a usual smoker but for those moments when she was overwhelmed or stressed sheâd have a pack handy.
âHonestly, under normal circumstances I would just leave too. Itâs a work thing unfortunatelyâ Dionne shrugged. She knew, Molly was just trying to make her feel welcome, sheâd likely hate it less if she wasnât so turn upside down over her run in with El. âIâm Dionne by the wayâ she offered the other a small smile. âIâm new in town, hence the team building exercise Iâm not so cleverly avoiding.â She said peaking through the window. âLooks like theyâre deep into the first round of twenty questionsâ Dionne grumbled, her face clearly depicting her distaste.
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danielbaileyâ:
Sometimes when he went into a place that usually were very crowded, he needed some time out to get some fresh air. He wasnât easily overwhelmed with crowds, but after some time, he kind of got tired. The only bad side was that usually when he went out, there was most of the time someone else already out there, as there were a lot of people that smoked. He didnât mid the company, but he got bothered when there was someone close to him smoking. It had nothing to do with morals, but with how his body reacted to it, especially if he had a lot to eat, so when he noticed someone was out there smoking, he stayed a little away, enough so the smoke wouldnât be too close, but he was polite and wished her a good night, before leaning on the wall, and drank the liquid that was in his glass. She was on the phone, so he wouldnât interrupt her, just said something after she was finished, âMust suck having to do work related stuff after youâre not on your shift anymore,â he barely noticed the call, so he wasnât able to notice it was fake, nor he paid much attention to the subject they were talking about, so he could be wrong.
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Dionne offered a tight smile as a man leaned on the wall a few feet away from her just as sheâd wrapped up her mock phone call. Leaning over to throw away her previously discarded cigarette. âYeah...â she nodded, her eyes taking a moment to adjust in the darkness. Wishing for a moment she could tell the difference from one person to the next. âYou uh- you donât work at Healthy Tails right?â She questioned, her eyes squinting to make out the details of the mans face.
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