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esmevalda:

“If I hang around you any longer, you might actually just give me an ego,” she teases, though the faint blush still hinted at her cheeks. “Don’t be modest, Harlow is a fun is name. It’s different, I like it.” She soon held the door open for the other to walk in to the little shop, following close behind her to the sunglasses section. “Same, born and raised and even went to college close by. Surprised I never met you, but I would never forget such a face.” Esme was also horrible at flirting, but figured her little line wasn’t a bad one to start out with. 

To her great pleasure, it seemed Harlow was getting some flirting back. She giggled, and stroked a piece of hair out of her face, keeping her blue eyes on Esmerelda. “It certainly belongs to a fun person. I get into all sorts of things.” She winks over her shoulder at her before walking into the store. “If anyone’s ashamed, it’s you. Someone as striking as you I would definitely make a mental note of. Now, where did you find them again?”

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kxrliefrxsier:

It might sound weird, but shopping always seemed to inspire Karlie, especially when she was stuck on a design. She could see little pieces in a bunch of things and find ways to pull them together into something new. As she walked around the store, taking a few pictures of things she liked, she jumped a bit when someone tapped her shoulder. She looked around, almost wondering if they had the right person. Did she have glasses on? Oh right! She took the sunglasses off her head and looked at them, trying to remember. “I think these were a gift from my aunt. She got them at some sort of sale. She’s a bit of a shopaholic.”

“Well props to your aunt! She has a great sense of style.” Harlow couldn’t help but notice that earlier, the other blonde was taking pictures of the stuff around. “What were you taking pictures of? If you don’t mind my asking?”

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harperamsey:

“I don’t know what’s going on but I assume that he can also ask his other siblings for help.” Harper said since she was a little tired of being the mother of three children. For the first time, she had slept with a guy without being awoken by an intruding sibling. Though it was something she knew was a mistake, it was still an experience she hadn’t imagined having for a few years.

“That’s very true. I didn’t have anyone else, really.” Harlow stretched her feet out in front of her, a bit contemplative, before turning her gaze on the woman. “How did you spend your night, hmm? You look a little glowy in the eyes there.” She winks, playfully teasing.

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addiscnsinclair:

Rummaging through her handbag just as she’d stepped in the door of the cafe, Addison was beginning to start an internal tyrade about her stupid ass having too many things and making life difficult in terms of finding her purse. Just as her fingers enclosed around the object, a voice had her looking up, expression brightening from the frown she was previously adorned with. “Oh! Thank you so much. They’re from Forever 21 – and don’t roast me, I know I probably shouldn’t shop there, but they caught my eye as I walked by so what was a gal to do?” Laughing and scrunching her nose at her own embarrassing statement, Addison lifted the sunglasses to rest atop her head, golden and shining with their reflective multi-coloured lenses.

The brunette who’s attention she’d asked for was stunning, with a smile that made Harlow feel like she’d just seen a little bit of the sun. “Hey, I’m not out here to  judge Forever 21. It’s hard to find good stuff there, but when you do it’s totally worth it. Especially when it compliments you like it is.” Harlow grins and steps a little closer, flicking a golden curl over her shoulder. “I’m Harlow. You have an absolutely glowing smile, has anyone told you that?”

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chilljulian:

“… are we roleplaying?” Julian lowered the glasses, eyeing her suspiciously. “Not that I’m against it, babe, but… might be a little too public for my taste, and I’m gonna really need some kind of direction of the scene before we call action. I can improv, I’ve got the yes and rule down, promise, but I’m gonna need to know if I’m just an incredibly adorable stranger, or…” His voice drifted, before finally letting out a quiet laugh. “It’s also… very possible that I stole these from you, maybe. I don’t know, ‘steal’ is such a harsh word. I borrowed,” he corrected with a confident nod of his head. “I was planning on returning them, I promise, but they just fit the frame of my face so well, and they make me look hip and cool. Don’t take my moment away from me.”

“No, Julian, we’re not.” Harlow countered, raising one brow at him. Their history was tight between them, mistakes made in closets and behind closed doors, mistakes that they’d continued to make when she finally returned from college. “You’re not a stranger, not by a long shot. You’ve seen way too much of me, way too many times.” Her eyes start to shine with a flirtatious underflow, the itch under her skin excited at the prospect of being satiated. Harlow steps forward, into his personal space, holding her purse behind her and leaving just a couple inches of space between them. “Whatever, it’s fine. I don’t care. What I DO care about, is what you’re doing for the next couple of hours.”

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jamiemanning:

Mindless, Jamie was caught up in his own thoughts as he roamed about the town on his lunch break from work— or, what they called a lunch break despite it was not lunch time. Completely lost in his own thoughts of the mild mess his life has become, he almost didn’t hear the voice questioning him. However, as he did come to his senses and felt the tap on his shoulder he turned and grinned at the familiar face. “Some kind of market, actually, I couldn’t tell you exactly where I’m sorry to say,” he spoke with a slight frown. 

Jamie was someone that Harlow knew well, not intimately perhaps, but well enough. It did help a lot that he didn’t shun her like the rest of the town did. A small light of relief lit in her chest when she saw it was him, smiling again. “No worries. They just look really great on your face.” She tilts her head, holding her purchase bag in front of her. “How have you been, Jame?”

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capclla:

This is just Wednesday night. With another day of work behind him and an evening of what he’s hoping to be enjoyable leisure time ahead of him, Cap seems perfectly content to ignore the fact that the rest of the country (and several others) is treating this like a day of notable importance. He’s not great when it comes to holidays, and while he’ll acknowledge that it’s happening if pressed, that isn’t the reason he’s extended an invitation to Harlow for dinner. He just likes her company, and there’s something comfortable in her presence that chases away even the most repressed of loneliness when he’s around her, and that’s what counts to him at the moment. It would be the same if it were yesterday or if it were tomorrow.

Currently, he’s surrounded by ingredients in his kitchen, some of it already prepared, and some of it he’s in the process of preparing. He’s not a super elaborate chef, but given the way that he decides to lead his life, he’s been cooking for himself for long enough to know a trick or two. On top of what his mom taught him when he was young, he’s picked up some tricks along the way, and he doesn’t mind letting other people indulge in that once in a while. When he hears the knock on his door, he casts a glance over his shoulder like he can see through walls, and then moves to the sink to rinse his hands off before grabbing a dish towel and heading towards his entryway.

With a hand that’s still a bit damp, Cap pulls open his door and offers a smile to the woman stood on the other side. It seems to be a mirror of her’s, albeit a little bit more subdued for no particular reason. He takes a couple of steps back, still holding onto that towel. “Yep, but I’ll let it slide just this once.” He teases. She’s actually right on time, if there even was a set time — he’s always intentionally vague about that considering how often his own schedule gets away from him — and he drives it home further when he gently closes the door behind her and then leads her towards the kitchen. “If it happens again, I’ll just leave you on my doorstep.”

One of the best things about going to Capella’s place for dinner is that the man had fantastic cooking skills. Her mouth automatically watered when she thought about going to his place, and this time it was no different. A wonderful aroma greeted her the moment she entered his place and it led her to sigh, excitedly anticipating the meal to come. “I wont do it again,” the blonde beauty promises, heading to the kitchen bar. Harlow drops her bag on a stool and pulls herself onto the chair, leaning down to unlace her boots in order to get comfortable. 

“Aw c’mon, you wouldn’t do that.” She pouts, leaning forward on the table. The therapist blinks bright blue eyes at Capella, fully expecting him to cave. “And what are you cooking for me today?” As she talks, she rolls her socks down freshly shaved legs, revealing smooth skin. Harlow partly wants to prop her legs on the bar, but doesn’t want to be rude. Perhaps it was getting too comfortable.

eating out and in // capella + harlow

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why am i such a romantic bitch?

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gabrielwindsor:

It wasn’t often anymore that Gabriel got a chance to have the evening to himself and when he did, he often spent it outside of his home, often feeling trapped there otherwise. Finding himself at one of the local bars, nursing a scotch, he turned his attention to the person occupying the stool next to him. “I’ll put all of your drinks on my tab if you can just get a song to stick in my head that isn’t any of the songs off of the Frozen soundtrack,” he nodded, the look on his face suggesting he was entirely serious. His daughter had recently discovered Frozen and he was almost ashamed to say he knew the entire movie, word for word, by heart. “Any song at all.”

“Well surely no one deserves a fate like that.” Harlow countered, turning to drop her head on her hand. The martini in front of her is as green as the tunic dress that she had on, blonde hair spilling in a river over her shoulders and back. She’d seen the man around before, for sure, but didn’t think they’d officially met. The woman racked her brain for a moment, and then started to sing the classic ‘Baby Got Back’. After a couple of verses she dissolved into giggles, smiling at him. “That help?”

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esmevalda:

Esme was still horrible at taking compliments, her face burning a little with the words and a shy smile finding it’s way to her red lips. As the blonde reached forward, it was clear how flirtatious she was, and the brunette couldn’t deny that she was much more weak for other girls than she was for boys. “Pleasure to meet you,” she speaks up, finally finding her voice with a bit of a small laugh. “I’m Esmeralda, but you can just call me Esme.” She nods for the girl to follow in her steps as they make their way to the little shop on the corner, “How long have you been living here, if you don’t mind me asking?” 

“Esmeralda. A beautiful name for an even more stunning woman. My name is not nearly as pretty.” She didn’t even hold back about how flirty she was being, and despite the fact that it was something Harlow would do anyway, when you were flirting with girls you had to be really overt. They walk together, Harlow following Esme’s lead. “Well I was born here, grew up here - only really left for college. How about you?” 

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esmevalda:

It was important to treat yourself, and today just happened to be the day Esme decided a little shopping spree never hurt anyone. Seeing as her last pair of sunglasses broke the other day, she was on the hunt for some new ones and was delighted to find some that just seemed almost too perfect for her. On her way to a local boutique that always sold the best blouses, she was quickly stopped by someone else and couldn’t help but smile at the compliment she already received on the glasses. “Thanks, beautiful. I actually just bought them, like, fifteen minutes ago? I can show you the store where I bought them from, if you’d like?” Esme always tried to push past her introverted way sometimes and figured this was a good opportunity to get to know someone new.  

The woman whose face the glasses were on was also ten times more beautiful than the glasses themselves. Harlow couldn’t help herself from moving closer, a little bit of a devilish gleam in her eye, especially when the woman called her beautiful. “That sounds great, actually. They just frame your face gorgeously.” The blonde reached forward to touch the corner of the glasses, the tip of her fingers grazing the other womans cheek ‘by accident’ as she withdrew. Physical contact, of course, is very important. “I’m Harlow.”

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eating out and in // capella + harlow

If asked about her relationship with Capella, Harlow wouldn’t quite know what to tell you. First of all, you wouldn’t know, because she kept any and all dalliances close to her chest ; she talked about them freely, for sure, but never by name or specific enough to be recognized. After high school she’d vowed to never be sloppy again. Second of all, she’d probably lie about it anyway. I don’t know, why don’t you tell me? Regardless, none of this mattered when she was spending time with him.

On this particular occasion, he’d invited her over for dinner, and she’d happily accepted. Not only did she enjoy the time that they spent together, he really was quite a wonderful cook (she had been surprised in the beginning to find that out too), and the nights always ended with her satisfied. Either food wise, or with something else. Despite the fact that only a few days ago she’d been sneaking out of someone’s bed, Harlow’s skin was already beginning to itch in an uncomfortable way.

The blonde therapist knocked on Capella’s door, her hair in a messy bun at the ton of her head, a maroon sweater dress falling barely to mid thigh. She swung her purse against bare legs while she waited, buttery soft ankle boots on her feet. When the door was answered by a familiar figure, brilliant blue eyes and bushy beard followed by a dark blue button down and slim jeans. “Hey there.” Harlow smiled immediately, lighting up her eyes. “I’m not late, am I?” @capclla 

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As much as Harlow tended to mind her own business when she was out and about on a ‘date’ with herself, something caught her eye in the middle of perusing. She’d come out specifically to find herself some tall lace up leather boots, but one of her fellow shoppers happened to have a bombass pair of glasses on. Not one to leave herself in wondering, and nowhere near shy by nature, Harlow walked up to them and tapped them on the shoulder, treating them with a brilliant smile when they turned. “I am so sorry to bother you but your glasses are really amazing. Do you know where you got them from?”

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harperamsey:

“I know it’s annoying,” Harper said when her phone went off again, which was the fifth time within a twenty-minute time frame. “I would close it but I need to keep it on incase work calls.” The brunette sighed, muting the phone before it started up again. “Fuck—” she groaned, “It’s my brother who happens to be old enough to deal with whatever is going on, on his own. I’m trying to cut the cord.”

“I mean, I’m a younger sister myself - I can remember how much I depended on her for help.” The need to say past tense screams through Harlow’s head but she ignores it, because dammit it’s not all about her right now. She settles back in her seat, one arm going to the back of the chair. “Do you know what’s going on? Or are you just betting he can take care of it?”

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emilierockefeller:

Emilie hissed in pain as her hand came up to check if her nose was broken, but the lack of blood told her she was okay, though she knew she’d have a nasty bruise coming on. Telling a desperate someone that she wasn’t going to make any deals in public had been enough to set the other off, his fist colliding with her face before Emilie could react – and the guy had disappeared just as fast. Looking around, a humorless chuckle slipped from her lips. “It didn’t even hurt,” she spoke, to no one in particular, her hands moving to smooth down the front of her coat. “It’s fine, we’re all fine here.”

“I mean if you say so, I believe you, but it looks kind of like it did.” Harlow tilts her head a bit, still finding it out that would could just get punched like that. “Do you want to go find a bandaid or something? I don’t know. I’m a Ph D doctor, not a medical one, Emilie. If you say you’re fine I suppose I’ll believe you.”