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ꨄ 𝅄 ❛ 𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒓 ; @eclatdefille
gwen & ??.
ꨄ 𝅄 ❛ “ it's a pretty nice day , isn't it ? ” the query fell from her lips as her gaze remained fixated in front of her , taking a moment to appreciate the view . she did her best to continue living her life as she once did prior to the murders . she didn't want to live in fear , because that was just no way to live . the constant paranoia ? the persistent , lingering sense of impending doom ? she didn't want to deal with it , so she did what she could to keep it buried . kept on a front as best as she could. “ we should do something fun , ” gwen suggested , finally turning to face the other . “ we're only gonna be this young once . might as well enjoy it , right ? ”
#eclatdefille#ꨄ 𝅄 ❛ 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔 ; gwendolyn gordon.#i didn't know who to make it for so i left it open !!
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* closed , @eclatdefille .
' sometimes i want to fire my makeup team for making me look like this . ' she gestures to her face where she looks nearly ... perfect . no mistake in sight . ' do you want to fire them for me ? i'm so tired . '
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closed starter for: @eclatdefille
"this better be important, i have like, five million things i have to get done today." and yet, plenty of time to sip his green smoothie and swipe through the dating app currently pulled up on his phone, it seemed. "i don't give out loans, if that's what you're after."
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she can sense his disappointment . to find out your friend , a good friend , was killed in the most horrendous way by someone avenging for the lower class , had to be shattering to his world . she snickered when vivienne died — snobby , abnoxious brat definitely got what she deserved . but , lucas didn't deserve to die . especially the way he did ; no matter how much good he did for the world , spending life by the sea and educating the public about its animals ( from what she's read ) instead of succumbing to the sick luxurious the rich got to take advantage of , he still died . the homme was right , who knows what the rules are ? who could be next ? it was complex , leaving her to wonder , hell , either of them could be . and she would wonder for a long time , it seemed , as law enforcement still had no leads . “ well , you are here . and that's great . ” she smiles , allowing a soft side of her to reveal . a rare moment , but it does happen on occasion ; she sympathizes with ace . even someone like her can understand grief isn't easy . “ right . it might be the last time , so we should try to make the most of it . ” god , she sounds like a saint . she gives herself a pat on the back for being so awfully sweet . it was the least she could in a situation like this , not wanting to strain ace any further ( had he been an opposition of hers , it would have been a different story ! ) he'll likely have to pay for this someday . “ ‘course . someone needs to keep tabs on you . ” she jests , rising from her sea with an exaggerated sigh . “ the bartender here sucks ass . but for you , i’ll hop behind the counter and fetch us better drinks . come on , ” walking towards the bar , and instead of hopping in line , she makes her way scoots the bartender over with her hip , grabbing two freshly washed glasses . “ are you up for an old fashioned ? ”
there’s a softness in her words that pulls his gaze up from the rim of his empty glass . not many people get that close to his headspace , especially in a room like this — full of actors and liars , and it presses against that part of him he usually keeps under lock . blue eyes narrow , and he really looks , like he’s trying to size up the truth in her . finally , clears his throat , fingers tapping lightly on the glass . “ yeah , he was a friend . a new one , sort of , but … one of the few around here i actually liked . ” shifts a bit on his seat , like that might ease the knot in his chest . and for a second , he considers brushing off her question , throwing out some tough - guy quip to shut it down . but she didn’t come off like a total jerk — managed to slip past his guard , even just a little . so , fine . he lets himself be honest , for once . “ how’m i holdin’ up ? i dunno . i’m here . ” exhales , running a hand over the back of his neck , gaze sweeping the room .
“ feels different now . kinda snapped into focus tonight , you know ? figured the vigilante was only out for the worst of the worst here — the real greedy assholes . but after lucas … well , who the fuck knows what the rules are anymore . i get it , though , what you said — it’s nice to see a familiar face , sure , but … might be the last time you do . ” ( and yeah , ace knows that’s just how he thinks . it’s that bit of pessimism lodged in his mind . the thought that this vigilante might take out anyone he’s close to the moment they’re on their own — on the way home , in their home , anywhere ) . “ appreciate you checkin’ in , though . means something . ” catches her eye again , the edge of his mouth twitching into something close to a grin . “ though , it’d mean a hell of a lot more if you could find us a proper drink . ”
#eclatdefille#𖦹 ׂ 𓈒 ⋆ ۪ 📁 ⸝⸝ 𝙲𝙷𝙰𝚁𝚄𝙽𝙴𝙴 ∿ thread .#ace st. clair .#its the calm b4 the storm#she will call him pathetic soon enough#stop writing so much 🙄
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「 🔗 」 STATUS. ﹕ closed 「 🔗 」 LOCATION. ﹕ halloween party @ bootsy bellows 「 🔗 」 FEAT. ﹕ harlowe & ace ( @eclatdefille )
“ woah –– hey ! ” harlowe grumbles as a drunk person barrels past them and nearly sends them stumbling into the other person behind them . fists remain curled up at their side . tonight is not the night to be starting a fight ! “ sorry , dude . you good ? i didn’t spill your drink did i ? ” they ask , turning to face ace . “ i swear , i should’ve left earlier . it only gets worse the later it gets . ”
#「 ♧ 」 interactions. ↻ 𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗹𝗼𝘄𝗲𝗌𝖺𝗂𝗍𝗈𝖻𝗋𝖾𝗇𝗇���𝗋.#「 ♧ 」 ace st. clair. ↻ 𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗹𝗼𝘄𝗲.#「 ♧ 」 halloween party @ bootsy bellows. ↻ 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗻𝘁𝘀.#eclatdefille.
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the following have 24 hours to post in character , or risk getting reopened :
» @s0ignes , two posts . » @eclatdefille , one post ( noah ) . » @matttttyb , two posts . » @stclaires , two posts .
please send an ask to the main should you need an extension , or a hiatus !
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she's scrolling through her phone as well , intrigued , reading nearly all of the articles about lucas' gruesome death while ignoring the text messages about her safety . believing , she's a grown woman and can handle herself , and that this grim situation won't last very long — but , the fbi wasn't doing that great of a job attempting to track whoever it was down , so truly — who knew how long this would last ? “ yeah , tell me about it . my dad is on the next flight from france to just stay with me , as if i don't already have enough security invading my privacy . ” residence guarded with four security guards per shift , though they seemed more agitated than she ; it wasn't like this serial killer could get all of them . “ it's kind of sick , actually . he probably enjoys the fact that we're all huddled together and fearing for our lives . . . i bet you , he's probably in this very room . ” eyebrows raised as she scans the area . how much longer until people start pointing fingers at each other ? “ anyway , yeah , i'm gonna definitely leave before midnight . i'm exhausted , and i have a long day tomorrow . what about you ? ”
𝑻𝑨𝑮𝑮𝑰𝑵𝑮 ﹕ open .
eyes flick to her phone , another sigh slipping past lips . the screen barely dims before she stuffs it back into her pocket . “ i swear , if one more person texts me to ‘ stay safe ’ tonight , i’m gonna throw this thing at whoever looks at me funny next . i mean , come on — they’re acting like the psycho has been crouched in the bushes all night just waiting for me to step outside . sure , okay . ” shrugs , like it’s all a joke . ( call it selective ignorance , but noah simply doesn’t expect to be that high on the vigilante’s hit list . sure , there’s always a risk , but that’s half the point of showing up , right ? prove that she’s as unfazed as she looks — keep up appearances ) . “ guess that’s the whole plan , have us all living in panic mode , having us each thinking we’re next . anyway , you sticking around to tempt fate , or bailing before midnight like one of the smart ones ? ”
#eclatdefille#𖦹 ׂ 𓈒 ⋆ ۪ 📁 ⸝⸝ 𝙰𝙷𝚄𝙽𝙽𝙰 ∿ thread .#noah park .#responding to THISSSS instead of the event reply#forgive me
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「 🔗 」 STATUS. ﹕ closed 「 🔗 」 LOCATION. ﹕ poolside @ freya's house 「 🔗 」 FEAT. ﹕ freya & ace ( @eclatdefille )
“ i’ve seriously got start charging you a premium for the amount of times i have to bail you out of jail . ” freya’s eyes flutter open as she turns to look at ace . “ friends and family discount should no longer be applicable . ” had she not been so good at her job , maybe there’d be more bite to her words . but in comparison to the rest of her clients , her cousin’s proclivity for getting into physical altercations with strangers really isn’t all that bad .
#「 ♤ 」 interactions. ↻ 𝗳𝗿𝗲𝘆𝗮𝗋𝗂𝖻𝖾𝗂𝗋𝗈.#「 ♤ 」 ace st. clair. ↻ 𝗳𝗿𝗲𝘆𝗮.#eclatdefille.#ik i said i woudn't but this was too funny to pass up FDJSKLFJDSFLDJS#BACK 2 USING MORE FITTING GIFS AFTER THIS JDSKJFDS
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the following have 24 hours to post in character , or risk getting reopened :
» @emin3nce , three posts . » @g0dl3ssland , three posts . » @eclatdefille , three posts ( noah ) and two posts ( ace . )
please send an ask to the main should you need an extension , or a hiatus !
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the time is just fifteen minutes before the new curfew law enforcement has demanded . it doesn't stop charunee from continuing her journey down the streets of rodeo drive , retching at what fashion ( at least in stores ) has become , gaze glued upon the windows and their flashy attire . shopping , a hobby , has now become something to do out of boredom . some of her favorite locations had been closed temporarily until this vigilante character was apprehended , a subject she didn't wish to dive into — it was an easily boring conversation , and the same old , same old . glancing at the time on the screen of her device , she exhales and finally decides to enter the chanel store , her last stop of the night before being rushed to return home . already , she senses a . . . feeling . unsure of what that feeling is specifically . a glass of champagne in hand and a black dress in one hand later , and her queries are answered when she's face - to - face with the woman she once shared her heart with . it had been , god knows how long , since they've last seen each other . she briefly recalls that moment , shared in shouts and tears on the verge of spilling from her hues . her countenance is expressionless , as if she's just seen a ghost . perhaps she has . a ghost of somebody she once knew ; the same person she's despised since discovering — what she does not speak of aloud — that her best friend had been seeing the same lover as she . had it been anyone else noah was involved with , it would have been a different story . . . but the lover had been him , a once in a lifetime romance that ones rarely achieve . especially , not her , since . the heart within her chest thumps heavily . could she hear it ? adrenaline coursing throughout her veins , but her features remain the same . empty . noah's question , and her striking discourse with her in general , perks an eyebrow upward . the atmosphere is awkward , tense . but it's as if she's been waiting for this moment . “ sure . ” she responds with a simple nod of her head and a nonchalant tone . setting the items in her grip aside , fingertips begin to toy with the zipper of the other's dress . memories of their younger days , mimicking this exact event , pour throughout her brain . it's astonishing how far downhill they've gone . “ there . ” it seals perfectly , hugging her figure in the proper places . focus rising upwards to their reflection in the mirror , just as she seizes a fistful of noah's locks , abruptly tossing both of their bodies onto the floor . tumbling until charunee is able to hover noah , her knuckles immediately striking into her features .
𝑻𝑨𝑮𝑮𝑰𝑵𝑮 ﹕ @aff1uent . located at the chanel’s flagship boutique on rodeo drive .
fingers drift along the zipper’s line , hovering halfway up her spine , pausing — just for a second , just enough to feel how the dress clings , every curve held just right . and then — a low hum interrupts . soft , polite almost , but persistent , like a quiet tap on the shoulder that won’t quit . and just like that , noah’s mind snaps into alert : it’s him . the vigilante . with a flick of her wrist , she’s out of her suite in a hurry , fingers tugging at the zipper but giving up as it catches halfway , leaving her feeling a touch more exposed than planned . ( and if she dies like this , half - done and caught mid - zip , she’s gonna curse this guy through every generation to come , she swears ) . the main room looks exactly the same as she left it ; racks of designer clothes perfectly in place , mirrors stretching floor to ceiling , champagne still chilling on ice . it feels calm enough , save for the persistent hum still sounding . and right in the center , of all people — charunee , every bit as inconvenienced by this as noah is . ( half of her’s relieved it’s not the vigilante , but the other half ? yeah , maybe she kind of wishes it was ) .
hand drops , freezing for half a second , just long enough to feel that familiar flicker of irritation , hot and sharp beneath her ribs . then , glances toward the exit — locked , of course . must be some security lockdown protocol , a ‘ protection ’ against threats . since the vigilante started terrorizing the city , they’ve probably had this trigger on standby . “ don’t tell me you’re the security threat they’re locking us down over . ” noah sighs , shifting her stance , gaze flickering anywhere but her ex - best friend . but … options are slim . the zipper on her dress is still half - undone , and as much as she’d rather avoid it … there’s still a chance the vigilante’s somewhere nearby . a beat , a quiet throat clear , her pride battling practicality . don’t ask , don’t ask — but it slips out anyway , low , frustrated , as she turns fully , eyes landing anywhere but on charunee’s reflection in the mirror . “ you mind ? ”
#eclatdefille#𖦹 ׂ 𓈒 ⋆ ۪ 📁 ⸝⸝ 𝙲𝙷𝙰𝚁𝚄𝙽𝙴𝙴 ∿ thread .#noah park .#noah thinking its vigilante . no babes its ur worst enemy <////3#violence tw
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“ cats are known to be able to mimic humans . but i think in this case , buttercup just doesn’t like you . i hate to break it to you , felix . i don’t know if there’s any way you can win her over . did you try bribing her with treats ? ”
𝑻𝑨𝑮𝑮𝑰𝑵𝑮 ﹕ @imb3rs
“ i’m telling you , buttercup spoke — like , legit spoke - meowed ‘ go away ’ at me . i heard it , perfect pronunciation and full - on sass . ”
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recklessness was new to gwen , very new . having noa take scandalous photos of her and post them was one thing . getting onto a motorcycle ? that was entirely different . she'd only ever been in vehicles and on boats , she had always been content with it , too . she could already picture her mother's reaction to finding out she agreed to get on the back of a bike . could envision the woman dramatically clutching her chest and gasping . her mother always had a flare for the dramatics . perhaps that was where she'd inherited it from . noah could be right , but she could also be wrong . that was part of the risk game , wasn't it ? gwen hesitated for a moment , really trying to weigh her options . maybe this was the kind of thrill she needed . though , she wasn't going to completely throw caution to the wind . “ you've got a helmet , right ? ”
the faintest snicker slips out , more breath than sound . it’s the ‘ death trap ’ part that gets her — always the same with people ; they see a bike , hear a hundred miles an hour , and suddenly it’s like she’s about to send them flying . “ death trap … ” repeats , dragging the words out slow . “ god , gwen . it’s a honda shadow , not a rocket . ” one hand slips into her back pocket , casual , letting the silence stretch just long enough for her gaze to roam , teasing but playful . “ look , worst thing that’ll happen ? you’ll be holding on so tight you’ll bruise my ribs . ” a beat , then a smirk . “ besides … it’s a smooth hundred , promise . ”
#eclatdefille#ꨄ 𝅄 ❛ 𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒊𝒑𝒕 ; gwendolyn gordon.#ꨄ 𝅄 ❛ 𝒅𝒊𝒔𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔𝒆 ; gwen & noah.#ꨄ 𝅄 ❛ 𝒇𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 ; noah.
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her lips curling into a self - assured smile . femme steps just a little closer to him , not quite enough to invade his space , but enough to make sure he feels her presence - she can’t let him have all of the fun ! ‘ mr . suave , i see . tell me , are you the type who’s used to getting whatever you want ? ’ her gaze sweeps over him , deliberate and cool , as though she’s inspecting a prize she’s not sure she wants yet . ( she’ll come to find out she does ) . ‘ you didn’t have to take me up on the offer , ace . ’ she drawls , her tone playful but laced with a sharpness that cuts through the air . ‘ but i rather like the idea of you choosing to get closer to me regardless . ’ a test . she holds his gaze , her smile widening ever so slightly , as though savoring the back and forth . she takes another small step , subconsciously , head tilting . ‘ maybe you’re just so desperate for my attention that you can’t help yourself from offering up praise . ’ pause , her eyes gleam while she leans in , just a fraction , as if testing the limits . ‘ but don’t worry , i’ll let you keep trying . you might earn a compliment eventually . ’
tilts his head , smirk flickering as blue eyes narrow at her . “ closer , huh ? ” and gaze drops in a slow , deliberate move before blocking back onto hers . “ nah , princess . don’t need glasses for this view . ” still , steps forward just a half step , just enough to make the distance between them feel a little tighter . after all , she invited him to . “ guess you got me , alright . just couldn’t help myself . not when you’re lookin’ at me like that . ” huffs a quiet laugh , one that might come off as sarcastic if it weren’t for the way his gaze lingers on her . ( because he means it — hell , he’s barely holding back at this point . he’d never say it out loud , but he’s caught up enough in the game to let a little honesty slip through , even if it sounds like sarcasm ) . “ but someone’s forgetting she’s the one who wanted me closer . sure , maybe you’re so used to all the compliments … but something tells me you don’t mind hearin’ ‘em from me . maybe even like it . ”
#eclatdefille#i'm going to kill u and then myself :p#* valeria ‚ & ace .#* valeria white bear ‚ speaks .
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ꨄ 𝅄 ❛ gwen arched a brow at the brazen statement from the other , though she supposed she shouldn't have been surprised . they were all dealing with what was going on in their own ways , so if noah's way of coping was through sinister commentary , then so be it . “ alright , ” she stated , a curt nod following the words . “ that's certainly one way to look at things . ” gwen was curious to hear what the other had to suggest , since brunch and mimosas were evidently out of the question . the brunette laughed at the suggestion , momentarily believing it to be a joke . “ you can't be serious , right ? a hundred miles per hour on that death trap ? ” she asked , dumbfounded . “ i've never even been on one . ”
quirks a brow at gwen , arms crossed , a faint smirk tugging at the corner of lips . “ nice day , sure . no bodies in the pool yet , so i guess that’s a win . ” and shrugs , loosening her stance . “ fine . i’m game . but if we’re talking fun , let’s skip the boring stuff — like , none of that brunch - and - mimosas routine . ” tilts her head , smirk sharpening just enough to turn it into a dare . “ i’ve got my bike parked out front , you know . ever gone a hundred miles an hour on one ? ”
#eclatdefille#ꨄ 𝅄 ❛ 𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒊𝒑𝒕 ; gwendolyn gordon.#ꨄ 𝅄 ❛ 𝒅𝒊𝒔𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔𝒆 ; gwen & noah.#ꨄ 𝅄 ❛ 𝒇𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 ; noah.#chicken noises
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it's a sad situation , really . or at least , it would have been had there not been a deadline for the sketches she was itching to finish at home . instead , encouraged ( or more so , forced ) by management to make an appearance to whatever this occasion was — wasn't sure if it was to grieve the norwegian prince , or to come together and take charge of this situation vigilante was orchestrating , or to just not be alone ; ��so far , it seemed like all combined . “ mm , yeah , i'm not a fan of the drinks here either . ” glancing over at the completely filled glass of gin and tonic sitting beside her briefly , already having decided she won't be getting another one . she didn't know lucas personally , probably saw him once or twice while getting her mail , likely high out of his mind ( he was always smiling . ) but she grieves for his family ; she read somewhere that he had a number of siblings , as does she . she can sympathize with how they must be feeling by losing a brother , putting herself in their shoes if she were to ever lose her own . “ i had a feeling he had to be a stoner . every time i saw him , he seemed out of the ordinary . . . i thought it was a hoax at first as well , but now i'm second guessing . the letters , and the deaths obviously , are getting pretty creepy . ” picking at her manicured fingernails as she engages in the conversation , hues flickering upwards to meet ace's . “ i think this vigilante character will get whoever he wants eventually — no point in sticking together . but , i'll admit , it's relieving to see some familiar faces , still alive , such as yours . . . i know he was your friend , too . how are you holding up ? ”
𝑻𝑨𝑮𝑮𝑰𝑵𝑮 ﹕ open .
squints at the near - empty glass , watching the last watered - down sip of whiskey swirl before setting it down with a faint clink . “ this is , what , my third round of this tastes - like - nothin’ crap ? they really couldn’t put out something that actually hits ? considering … why we’re all here . ” mutters , casting a quick glance at the person next to him , then lets gaze drift across the room , sliding over faces he barely knows , some he knows too well — some looking a little too rehearsed in their grief , others just straight - up uncomfortable . and most of them ? not here for lucas . hell , probably half of them would’ve stayed locked up in their gated mansions if it wasn’t safer to be seen here than hiding at home . “ lucas probably would’ve hated this . probably would’ve walked right out of his own funeral if he could — be outside right now , smoking a joint and saying how it’s all just a hoax . ” ( and it’s fucked up , ace thinks . out of everyone in this room , lucas shouldn’t be the one lying in that coffin . it’s like the vigilante picked the one guy who didn’t have it coming ) . “ wonder if any of ‘em actually miss him , or they’re just here ‘cause they’re too scared to stay home alone , afraid of being next . what d’ya think ? stickin’ together out in public , crammed in a room like this — gonna keep anyone safe ? ”
#eclatdefille#𖦹 ׂ 𓈒 ⋆ ۪ 📁 ⸝⸝ 𝙲𝙷𝙰𝚁𝚄𝙽𝙴𝙴 ∿ thread .#ace st. clair .#h - hi ...#im going w the flow ... shes being nice#for now ? 🤨
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ꨄ 𝅄 ❛ despite recent changes to her public life , gwen was still the type of person who liked to at least try and look on the positive side of things . the brunette understood that not everyone operated that way , though . it seemed ace was one of those individuals . it didn't bother her . “ you guess ? ” she questioned tentatively . gwen did wonder what his idea of ‘ nice ’ was and how much it differed from her own . he likely wasn't wrong with his statement . fun was subjective , and she was well aware of that . she was curious to know what he had in mind , because hers was pretty empty when it came to figuring out how to have a good time . “ why don't you tell me what you have in mind instead ? ” she suggested . “ i'm still kind of developing what my own idea of fun is after spending so many years not being able to have any of it , ” she admitted . a little embarrassing ? yes . it was the truth , though . she'd spent so long being sheltered , she was still seeing everything the world had to offer her .
gives a slow shrug , glancing up at the sky as if trying to figure out what exactly she sees in it . ( nice day ? maybe . it’s a clear view , no buildings blocking the sunset , sure , but he’s the type to call a crisp autumn breeze his kind of ‘ nice ’ ) . “ guess it’s … alright , ” mutters , tone more neutral than dismissive . ( because … ace is a pessimist , maybe a little annoyed at everything , but he’s not trying to make gwen feel dumb , especially not with all the shit going on here . figures he’ll let her have some lightness if it helps her keep a little hope ) . shifts his weight , smirking as arms cross , eyes flicking to gwen with a half - raised brow . “ we probably got different ideas of fun , though . ” after all , he’s thinking of dive bars , maybe tagging a blank wall . somehow , he can’t quite see her going for that . but he softens , just a bit . “ yeah , alright . what’re you thinkin’ ? ”
#eclatdefille#ꨄ 𝅄 ❛ 𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒊𝒑𝒕 ; gwendolyn gordon.#pls i will happily take it ty !#ꨄ 𝅄 ❛ 𝒅𝒊𝒔𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔𝒆 ; gwen & ace.#ꨄ 𝅄 ❛ 𝒇𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 ; ace.
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