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bebepac · 1 year ago

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Six Sentence Sunday 06.11.23 / Mood Music Monday

It is what it is, and sometimes you just have to walk away and hope for the best. I’ve been so busy and it’s been very difficult to write, even though I have a nice little spot for it now that I created. I have more items coming in on Tuesday to make it the perfect writing space / office space. I’m really trying to upper level adult here, save some money, pay down some things, and next year, take that Greece Trip I that I couldn’t in 2020 when it got cancelled due to Covid, The one I imagined in the epic birthday Fic Greek Meat.

Tags have been beyond crazy so if you missed anything I’ve written in the past few weeks here it is:

The Moments In Between (Riley x Drake)

The Rotten Apple 🍎: The Last Part

Original Post: 6/11/23 at 8:47PM EST.

Chapter 5: Moonlight Rendevous The Book: TRR (no royals) The Series: The Blue Honey Cafe The pairings: TRR MC is single Status: Still in the writing process / almost complete!

Mason was chivalrous, a complete southern gentleman. He had not only opened the door on her own vehicle, he had waited for her to get in and gently close the door behind her. When they made it to Wheelz, Mason jumped out of the vehicle like a rocket, as soon as it was parked, opening the door for her once more.

“Will you at least let me pay for the skate rental?”

“No, it’s the least I can do for your being kind enough to take me home tonight.”

“I’m not heartless, I wouldn’t leave you stranded like that.”

“It’s the south, I was far from stranded. But I’m glad you decided to indulge your blooming southern charm to help me out. Come on, let’s see what you’ve got out there on the rink.”

It quickly turned into healthy competition and showboating between the two as they skated around the rink.

“Not bad New York. Not bad at all.” Mason laid on a thickly horrible new york accent.

“Likewise North Cakalacky.” Riley said with an even worse southern accent.

The last skate turned out to be a couple’s skate. The music was slow, and had a romantic feel. She found herself leaning closer into Mason, who had a boyish grin on his face, and he in turn pulled her closer to him too, his hand gripping hers tighter.

Driving back neither said a word, lost in their own thoughts. When they pulled to a stop at Mason’s apartment, Riley was the first to speak.

“I really enjoyed spending this time with you Mason. I feel like we got a chance to get to know each other a little bit better, and we’re both a little competitive apparently.”

Mason laughed. “Right?!?!?! Nothing like some good healthy competition to get the blood pumping. But seriously Riley, I had a great time with you too.”

He paused for a moment.

“You know Riley, tonight doesn’t have to end right now if you don’t want it to.”

Riley’s eyes met Mason’s. “Are you asking me up to your place?”

“I am, It’s your choice. I promise to be the perfect gentleman.”

“What if I don’t want you to be, Mason?”

Mood Music Monday Submission The Final Chaper: The Wedding Series: The Rotten Apple🍎 The Book: TRH and beyond Pairings: Eleanor x Nico (Eleanor x M!OC) Song Inspiraton (2 of 2) Favorite Song by Toosii

“Eleanor and Nicolas! Stop with the kissy face already! Acting like there isn’t a wedding today! You come with me! And you! Put on a damn shirt! She’s already pregnant!”

Elle burst out laughing.

“Mama! Seriously!!”

“Yes I’m serious, you put on some damn clothes!”

Mama K was brutally honest and very hilarious. Once back in the room with Mama K, she looked at Elle in silence for a moment. “I presume you two are alright.”

“Better than ever.”

“Then let's get you dressed.”

“Thank you Mama. You have no idea how much this means to me.”

“Yes I do Eleanor, because you have told me a thousand times already. You are loved immeasurably today, and always by me. You are my daughter, and you make my son incredibly happy. And after today, all of us will finally be family by law, but we’ve always been family in the eyes of God.”

There was a soft knock to the door.

“It better not be Nico trying to sneak over here.” Mama K opened the door and smiled quickly ushering her into the room.

“You have a guest Elle.”

“I hope I'm not too late.”

“LIBBY!”

“Great you’re not dressed yet, I thought maybe I could help too? And I have a gift for you. Something old and borrowed. Mama K said she already handled the something blue.”

“Libby… I can't wear that. It’s Mother’s.”

“She always said she wanted her daughters to wear this on their weddings. You’re getting married.”

Elle shook her head. “She wouldn’t want me…. She didn’t want me….”

“Wear it Elle. It’s a piece of your mother, even though she couldn’t be here with you. I know this is not how you wanted things to be, but you are surrounded by the people who love you, just like Nico said. We love you Elle.”

Today, with the help of her sister, and “Mother,” she was putting on a dress, unlike any other dress.

A dress in a style she never thought she would ever want to wear again, a dress she thought was incredibly beautiful, that would in addition to the vows, give her a new life.She was leaving this room Eleanor Rys, but by the end of the day she would be Eleanor Karahalios, Wife of Nicolas, mother of Eliana, and the little one growing in her belly at that moment. It’s finally time for the best part.

“I feel beautiful.”

“You look beautiful.”

“It’s really happening, I’m getting married today.”

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neant-blanc · 4 months ago

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Mont Olympe (GR) – 06.11.23

Je pose mon sac à dos contre un poteau de béton engravé de ce court message : Skourta – 2500 m. À ma droite s’étend le plancher grec bordé de la mer Égée ; à gauche, le flanc boisé du mont Olympe se perd dans les nuages. Mes jambes flageolent quand je me baisse pour étaler la carte plastifiée du massif. Je remercie encore une fois en pensée la vendeuse qui me l’a donnée juste avant que je n’attaque les premiers dénivelés la veille ; sur la topographie sont encore visibles les tracés au crayon gris qu’elle y a laissés à mon intention, tandis qu’elle m’expliquait avec force détails plein de conseils utiles que j’ai oubliés avant même de sortir de sa boutique. J’étais arrivé hier après-midi au village de Litochoro. Après quelques emplettes de première nécessité, je suis parti sans perdre de temps sur les sentiers faire quelques kilomètres dans la montagne avant qu’il ne fasse nuit, prenant tout de même le temps de rouler en boule dans un sac plastique et de coincer sous un rocher toutes les affaires que je jugeais incommodes à mon entreprise. Après une nuit agitée dans le lit sec d’une rivière, à flanc de falaise, entouré des grognements d’une harde de sangliers, j’ai repris la route aussitôt le soleil visible entre les cimes des pins. L’ascension s’est révélée rude, entrecoupée de pauses de plus en plus longues et fréquentes à mesure que la végétation se raréfiait. Arrivé aux alpages d’herbe rase, non loin d’où je me trouve actuellement, un troupeau de cervidés m’a regardé passer sans aucune crainte. Le monde est silencieux ici, endormi, comme s’il n’y avait plus d’attaches avec en bas, par delà le filtre bleuté de l’atmosphère. La piste continue plus loin en une crête sinueuse cernée de précipices qui m’inquiètent. Le chemin monte ensuite pour rejoindre les hauts-plateaux desquels s’élève le profil déchiqueté de Profitis Ilias, le plus haut sommet de Grèce, légendaire domaine des dieux de l’Olympe. Mais mon ascension s’arrête là. Il n’est que quatorze heures et la lumière commence déjà à décliner. Je n’ai croisé personne en deux jours et j’ai peur de repasser une seconde nuit seul dans les montagnes. Le mysticisme des lieux a instillé en moi un malaise qui, quand le soir tombe et que des cris d’animaux résonnent dans la forêt, me font rêver à des choses lugubres. Malgré mon pas rapide, je me ferais de nouveau surprendre par l'obscurité lors de ma redescente et devrais, comme à l’aller, me risquer sur des routes cahoteuses seulement guidé par le halo de ma frontale, jusqu’à trouver un coin où camper. Je me laisserais tomber dans l’eau turquoise de la mer le lendemain, les épaules sciées par les lanières de mon paquetage et le ventre vide, avec juste assez d’eau pour tenir jusqu’au soir.

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