#fadinglights: june

[soulsuckrrs]

"I uh..." his nerves really had gotten the better of him on that one, Kaiden laughed a little awkwardly, cheeks tinting only slightly with his nerves. This was the first time he'd taken this step with anyone he'd seen, used to casual flings from time to time, nothing too serious to draw him away from the true focus of his life, his daughters. They were really what all this hard work had been for, aside from following through with his late wife's dream, Kaiden had become the man he was today for the sake of his children so that they could have as much ease and joy in life as he could afford for them. Losing a mother was the only tragedy Kaiden ever wanted his girls to experience if he could help it but in doing so he had neglected his own needs, overlooking his own loneliness and grief. "I kinda walked myself into that one didn't I?" He added, blinking a few times and offering a crooked, boyish grin as he rubbed at the back of his neck absently.

"I think a little greed is fine in moderation," he mused in a tone that matched her playfulness, shifting to brush his arm against hers as she glanced down the spiral stairs and he did the same. "-- but what's that saying? Wine before liquor never sicker, beer before wine just fine? Eh, I'm sure it's all just riddles for lightweights." He took the first few steps down and turned to offer his hand to June, arching his own brows in amusement and interest, his other hand resting on the handrail. "I've owned it for seven years, though it has been a vineyard for many generations," should he mention it had belonged to his late wife's family? And that with her being their only child it then would go to her children but in the meantime, Kaiden had the honor of generational wealth and responsibilities. He let the detail stay stowed away for later, perhaps after a few more drinks his tongue would loosen and he'd open up more. "It has been a resort as well for as long as I have owned it, I added that little side hustle." He added with a playful muse, making sure they both made it down the stairs safely, narrow as they were they weren't the most difficult to navigate but it could be a hassle for taller people, aka, Kaiden. "Farming is a little different than running a vineyard but not by much, I've done both." He nodded but smirked at her playfully. "You are welcome to come here anytime you want to get away to the countryside for a reprieve."

The space below opened up into a seating area designed for wine tastings and little gatherings by a hearth that was not lit at the moment, in the cool air below, it could get chilly for some and the warmth of the fire could prove as romantic as well as convenient. By it were cushions set up for more intimate seating and to stay warm when it was lit, though the cellar was always cold it was not uncomfortably so for Kaiden but he had a better tolerance for the cold than most might imagine. "Which would you like first, I guess I should ask," he questioned, glancing back at June as he moved around the small bar used simply to serve drinks but also held a few of his private selection of bourbon. "-- please, have a seat, I can... lend you my jacket if you get too cold." He mused, though he did glance at the pit that wasn't exactly ready to be set up for a fire but he would make it work if that was something she wished.

"which  part  of  our  dates  together  made  you  think  that  i'm  not  a  fan  of  wine?  i'm  starting  to  think  maybe  you  weren't  paying  attention  at  all."  june  playfully  narrows  her  eyes  at  him,  feigning  doubt.  she  may  not  be  inclined  to  get  drunk  on  a  regular  night  with  a  performance  scheduled  the  next  day,  fearing  it  might  impact  her  stage  presence,  but  she's  always  open  to  loosening  up  after  a  long  day.  "wine  or  bourbon?"  she  raises  an  eyebrow,  as  if  contemplating  the  question,  before  a  mischievous  smile  curves  her  red  lips.  "if  i  told  you  i  want  both,  would  you  think  i'm  too  greedy?"  since  it's  only  the  first  day  of  her  two-day  break,  she's  free  to  indulge  in  whatever  she  desires  during  her  leisure  time.  june's  eyes  widen  in  awe  as  the  lights  illuminate  the  spiral  stairs  leading  to  the  wine  cellar,  creating  an  atmosphere  that  feels  almost  dreamlike  for  a  date.  while  she  wouldn't  consider  herself  an  expert  compared  to  others  in  her  social  circles,  she  can't  help  but  acknowledge  the  impressive  setting.  "how  long  have  you  had  this  vineyard?"  she  asks,  genuinely  curious.  "when  i  was  younger,  i  used  to  joke  that  i'd  escape  to  the  countryside  and  start  farming  somewhere  whenever  my  training  got  too  hard."  she  chuckles.  "but  i  doubt  i  could  last  even  a  single  day."  perhaps  she  could  if  she  had  to,  considering  how  stubborn  and  prideful  she  is. 

[angelsdvsts]

it was hard to explain, but he was exhausted not having her in his life still. it felt as if there was a void there constantly, maybe it would all change if they work at making something happen between the two of them. of course, there were parts of him that miss the aspect of a relationship, but he didn’t want that. not when he was trying to make things better between the pair. “doesn’t hurt to start?” he pointed out, knowing that they weren’t exactly friends to begin with. “enjoy one another’s company, be there for one another.” lifting his shoulder up into a shrug.

she  gives  him  an  incredulous  look,  as  if  the  answer  cannot  be  more  obvious.  it's  as  if  the  jealous  glares,  palpable  tension,  and  the  way  their  interactions  border  the  fine  line  between  flirting  and  fighting  didn't  happen  at  all.  or  maybe  there's  a  slim  chance  she  might  be  projecting,  considering  that  there  are  parts  of  herself  that  miss  him,  though  her  mind  knows  too  well  she  shouldn't.  "  —  but  we  were  never  friends,  holden."  she  reminds  him.  it's  a  whirlwind  romance  that  dazzled  them  both,  not  a  slow-burn  situation  amongst  best  friends  who  pined  for  each  other  for  years.  "what  are  we  even  supposed  to  do  as  friends?"  as  a  matter  of  fact,  their  lives  are  as  separate  and  different  as  they  can  get.

[fcundaticnsofdecay]

truly he had thought that he would go unnoticed. most of the time when he did wander off, no one paid him any mind. it was an utter relief that it was june. anyone else and he might not have been so polite. he merely sighed at the question since he knew that he should have seen it coming," that question seems loaded to me right now." maybe it shouldn't have but it did. he wasn't surprised that she wasn't listening and going back inside. instead she was taking out a cigarette, lighting it and holding the pack out towards him. he merely shook his head at the offer," i never want to talk about it." perhaps it wasn't healthy but he felt like if he went back to that place in his head that he would never leave. he had been running from his past for so long he wasn't sure he knew how to do anything else," it's certainly not what i expected anjd i'm starting to think being a hermit like i almost always am might be best."

it  doesn’t  happen  often  for  june  to  start  caring  about  someone  and  once  it’s  begun,  it’s  hard  to  stop  even  though  they  have  drifted  apart.  not  that  his  sudden  unease  was  unnoticed  by  anyone  in  the  circle.  still,  she  is  the  only  one  who’s  followed  him  out  to  the  balcony.  “  —  is  everything  okay?”  it  doesn’t  look  like  it  and  despite  his  attempt  to  usher  her  back  inside,  she  remains  next  to  him.  “you  don’t  have  to  talk  about  it,  if  you  don’t  want  to.”  she  takes  out  a  cigarette  and  lights  it,  before  holding  the  pack  to  offer  him  in  case  he’s  up  for  one.  “this  party  sucks,  anyway.”  she  thought  she’d  be  catching  up  on  the  most  scandalous  gossip,  which  would  at  least  be  mildly  entertaining,  instead  all  people  were  gushing  about  was  that  stupid  remake  to  glorify  a  notorious  criminal.    

[meltemakcol]

he  wasn't  one  to  normally  do  that,  question  scaring  him  as  soon  as  it  was  out  of  his  mouth,  before  he  could  even  think  better.  her  answer  amuses  him  more  than  harms,  grin  widening  as  he  sinks  further  into  the  crook  of  her  neck.  "the  team  has  breakfast  sent  to  me  when  i'm  in  town  for  games,  it's  always  too  much  food"  thinks  of  it  as  a  nice  save,  a  decent  excuse  to  hide  behind. 

june  raises  her  eyebrow,  but  her  eyelids  are  still  hazy  with  sleep.  whatever  it  might  be  between  them,  staying  longer  than  necessary  isn’t  a  good  idea,  but  she  responds  nonetheless.  “why  —  are  you  making  breakfast?”  she  is  only  half  joking.

[everseens]

silas wasn't normally one to be emotionally attached so easily, let alone be entangled in a situation like this when the other was already dating someone. but there was something about june that was so addicting, and she always left him wanting more. this certainly wasn't ideal for their situation, especially considering that she was normally preoccupied by her partner. he didn't mind being a second choice, at least for now-- but when he had his time with her he wanted to make sure she would remember it, think back on it when she wasn't with him. once he suddenly found june straddling her lap, his eyes were laser focused on her now-- nothing could distract him from this moment. without any extra words, and with a swift movement, his shirt was discarded and thrown to the floor before his lips were greedily met with hers again, hands firmly rested on her waist. / @fadinglights

she  knows  that  this  is  hurting  him.  what  had  initially  been  an  impulsive  distraction  from  a  dreadful  evening  has  evolved  into  something  more,  whether  she  intended  it  or  not.  the�� agreement  was  to  keep  things  casual,  with  no  emotional  attachments,  yet  the  way  he  gazes  at  her  betrays  his  true  feelings.  it's  a  precarious  situation  —  his  vulnerability  is  evident,  making  him  easily  susceptible  to  heartbreak.  for  a  fleeting  moment,  she  contemplates  putting  an  end  to  it  all  and  leaving  immediately,  sparing  him  the  pain  of  having  his  heart  torn  out  of  his  chest.  however,  her  own  selfishness  takes  hold,  and  despite  the  risks  involved,  she  finds  herself  drawn  to  his  touch.  as  her  back  meets  the  mattress,  she  shifts,  positioning  herself  to  straddle  him  instead.  her  voice,  barely  above  a  whisper,  brushes  against  his  lips  as  her  fingers  graze  the  edge  of  his  shirt,  their  kisses  leaving  her  breath  shallow.  "or  maybe  you  should  just  show  me..."

[euphoriclusts]

"yes, just grabbing the last bits -" he gestures towards the bags, before he rests them against the table. his apartment is open-plan and works perfectly for him. he's careful to keep it clean and tidy, even if he rarely actually has visitors. "i've taken so many shopping trips the past few weeks, i dread even looking at my banking app at the moment." the question is a good one, and it has him thinking. humming thoughtfully as he tries to discern what might be the best gift he's bought. lips part as he conjures up one he's particularly pleased with, "probably this..." he starts, reaching to grab the record player concealed in the box. "it's for my older sister, she's really gotten into records lately - like, all she talks about. i told my brothers and my father very early on that i'd be buying her one...at the moment she's using our dad's old one." she doesn't need to know the ins and outs, but she's got him started now. he was a passionate gift giver, always attempting to add a dash of the receiver's personality in every gift. "i'm personalising it, bought a cricut machine to personalise everything, i'm obsessed now. might've become a part of my personality," he snorts, before he's reached the kitchen, grabbing two glasses. "would you like a drink? i've got water, coke, fruit juice, wine, coffee, tea...could make a milkshake," don't go wild, newt. "what're you craving?"

"keeping  my  fingers  crossed  that  it  will,"  june  responds  with  a  similar  casualness,  aware  that  maintaining  a  sour  mood  won't  necessarily  help  her  situation.  during  the  brief  silence,  she  ponders  other  ways  to  escape  her  predicament.  perhaps  she  should  crash  at  a  friend's  place  and  try  to  track  down  her  friend  the  following  day  for  a  spare  key.  her  thoughts  are  momentarily  interrupted  by  his  kind  smile,  accentuating  his  already  charming  appearance  more  than  she  had  initially  thought.  "same  here,  newt."  she  would  apologize  for  not  formally  introducing  herself  earlier,  but  discussing  her  hermit  phase  during  the  period  of  her  devastating  breakup  feels  too  awkward  to  bring  up  in  their  first  real  conversation,  so  she  lets  it  slide.  "you're  more  than  welcome.  i  should  be  the  one  thanking  you."  she  closes  the  door  behind  them  once  they've  entered,  instantly  comforted  by  the  warmer  air  inside.  "just  went  out  for  christmas  shopping,  huh?"  she  asks,  striking  up  a  conversation  based  on  her  observation  of  the  hefty  bags  and  rolls  of  wrapping  paper  peeking  out.  "what's  the  best  gift  you  bought?"  she  asks,  partly  out  of  curiosity  and  partly  for  practical  purposes,  in  case  the  gift  idea  would  be  useful  for  her  as  well.

[gctawaygirl]

violet had her leg up on the bar, stretching before their next runthrough of the dance. she thought she heard the other whisper and looked up, brow furrowed, "what?" she asked, bringing her leg down and stepping towards the other. she wouldn't deny the tension. she thought it was a rivalry at first but since dancing together it appeared to be soething else, "i don't know what you mean," she lied.

muse: june hayworth, ballerina, 27 open to:  m / f / nb plot: the unspeakable tension between the ballerina and her instructor/another ballerina… give me black-swan-esque rivalry vibes, tysm

"maybe  it's  you  who  should  stop  fighting."  june  whispers,  her  longing  gaze  locked  onto  theirs  as  their  bodies  hovered  closely.  she  can  swear  she  sees  the  same  desire  reflected  back  at  her,  almost  tangible  enough  to  reach  out  and  touch.  perhaps  it  would  be  wiser  to  ignore  the  yearning  entirely,  to  pretend  it  never  existed.  yet,  what  is  life  without  its  sweet  indulgences?  the  practice  room  stands  empty,  save  for  the  two  of  them,  the  door  already  secured  by  the  guards  during  after-hours,  leaving  them  as  each  other's  sole  companion.  no  one  will  ever  know.  "you  know  you  want  this  too." 

[missdcalls]

"i only speak the truth." carter responds. and he did, for the most part, with the exception of a little white lie here and there. honesty was a big thing for him. one too many times had he been hurt by liars.

when she asks him about his career, he shakes his head. "no chef. just grew up in a single mom household with all girls. made sure all of her kids knew how to make a meal, myself included. thought it was an important skill to have and i must say, she is right." smiles. "i'm actually an electrician. not nearly as exciting, but i suppose what i do matters." shrugs. "what about you? what sort of career path have you chosen, if you don't mind me asking?" // @fadinglights

“don’t  worry  about  it.”  she  shrugs.  she  might  not  say  the  same  if  her  mood  isn’t  pacified  by  the  aroma  of  fresh  coffee,  but  he  is  off  the  hook  for  now.  “the  best  omelette  i’ve  ever  had?  that’s  quite  ambitious  —  i  look  forward  to  being  amazed.”  she  smiles,  entertained  by  his  statement.  “do  you  work  as  a  chef  or  something?”  she  takes  another  sip  of  her  coffee,  dark  just  like  how  she  likes  it,  as  she  leans  back  on  the  counter  and  watches  him  cook.  she  is  only  trying  to  make  conversation,  considering  that  they  did  little  getting  to  know  each  other  the  previous  night.  not  with  words,  anyway.  nor  were  they  expected,  considering  that  it’s  not  a  date  but  a  chance  encounter  at  the  back  of  a  crowded  club,  one  fuelled  by  intoxication  and  the  thrill  from  someone  new. 

[sympcthetic]

"only took a breakup and extreme weather to hear that i'm right. lucky me." his voice absent of the usual snark and wittiness that often wraps around it. instead, it is stated as a fact, albeit enriched by his own frustrations. this rite of passage wasn't one that he had been looking forward to, considering the less than friendly yet inevitable breakup, and he has no doubt that she's regretting her decision to come and pick up her belongings altogether. at least, for once, the feeling is mutual. "stay there. don't want you bumping into anything." his head hangs low, calculating his next actions before he goes around between the kitchen and living room, setting up some lit up candles and finally setting a small flashlight on the small table by the couch. "the couch is all yours. i trust you still know where everything is ?"

june  has  dreaded  this  encounter  for  her  entire  week.  seeing  an  ex  again  is  never  easy,  and  even  more  difficult  is  revisiting  a  place  she  used  to  frequent  in  order  to  gather  her  things  that  no  longer  belong  there.  perhaps  she  should  have  listened  to  her  gut  instincts  that  she  should  rearrange  the  pick-up  due  to  the  poor  weather,  but  there  is  a  part  of  her  that  wonders  if  it’s  all  her  cowardice  speaking.  she  is  in  the  middle  of  trying  to  convince  her  ex  that  it’s  unnecessary  for  her  to  stay  over  when  the  power  goes  out,  rendering  the  apartment  pitch-black.  so  perfectly  timed  that  it  almost  feels  like  it’s  fate  laughing  in  her  face.  slowly  and  carefully,  she  walks  near  the  window  to  take  a  look  at  the  world  outside,  eerily  silent  and  dark  except  for  a  few  street  lights.  “well,”  she  sighs  in  defeat,  her  shoulders  slumped  as  she  silently  laments  at  her  pitiful  luck.  “i  guess  you’re  right.”

@sympcthetic

[imaginc]

the moment her eyes met the other femme's that evening, all aisha could think about was how badly she'd messed things up in that moment. though regardless of any explanation, would she even believe her? beneath the endless thoughts running through her mind was the desperate need to speak to june, yet she was trapped by her duty of keeping appearances - with her 'girlfriend' and with the other socialites at the gala. towards the end of the night, aisha is actually grateful to have been confronted by the other. "can you let a girl explain herself first? please-" she pleads in an apologetic, defeated tone. "the girl I'm here with is actually my ex. kind of. we've just been together for so long that breaking up doesn't feel like... an option? I know that's a shitty excuse to give you, but it's just... very complicated." a heavy sigh fell from her lips, unsure of where exactly to go with this. "but you're right. I should have told you first but I'm just- I wasn't thinking. at all." / @fadinglights

june  cannot  recall  the  last  time  she  fell  so  head  over  heels  over  someone.  it  hits  like  a  slap  on  her  face  when  she  attends  a  gala  and  finds  them  with  their  partner.  she  is  at  a  loss  of  what  to  do  —  should  she  flee  from  the  scene  or  confront  them?  but  she  knows  that  if  she  doesn’t  talk  to  them  now,  the  what-ifs  will  continue  to  haunt  her.  “so,  you  have  a  girlfriend?”  she  breaks  the  silence  the  moment  they  are  finally  alone,  as  the  strained  smile  that  she’s  kept  to  entertain  the  crowd  for  the  night  fades  away.  she  takes  a  deep  breath,  as  if  it’d  help  with  the  suffocation  she  feels.  “i  wish  you’d  told  me  first.”  but  why  would  they  when  they  could  have  the  best  of  both  worlds  when  she’s  kept  in  the  dark?  / @imaginc

[fcundaticnsofdecay]

he knew that he was lucky as far as things with june went. the break up had been mostly his fault if he was being honest with himself. at least that was what he had come to realize. somehow they had managed to make it past the awkward phase and were friendly. though he couldn't remember the last time that they had been alone for an extended period of time. he shrugged since he wasn't sure what to say," it can be." one thing that he did appreciate was the fact that she never pushed. instead she seemed to take the hint of when to back off. he reached for her hand in order to hook it in the crook of his arm," i don't spend enough time outside so a walk would be perfect." the weather was nice as far as he was concerned. of course he wouldn't have minded the rain if it had persisted. he was more than happy to walk away from everything. it would give him some sense of peace as he glanced down at her," plus we both know i don't get nearly enough fresh air like i should."

june  nods  slowly,  partially  confused  yet  somewhat  understanding  nonetheless.  it  wasn't  the  sole  reason  that  led  to  their  eventual  breakup,  but  the  distance  created  by  that  air  of  mystery  certainly  didn't  help.  fortunately,  they  have  mostly  moved  past  it  and  can  now  act  cordially  in  social  events  like  this.  otherwise,  it  would  be  rather  awkward  given  how  much  their  circles  overlap.  "sounds  like  an  exhausting  way  to  live."  she  offers  with  an  empathetic  smile.  still,  she  wouldn't  push  it  —  he  would  share  what's  on  his  mind  when  he  is  ready.  until  then,  no  amount  of  interrogating  would  do.  "the  weather  is  nice.  how  about  we  go  for  a  walk?"  it  isn't  too  cold  outside,  and  to  her  delight,  the  rain  that  persisted  for  the  entire  week  is  finally  gone.  "or  a  drive,  maybe?"  she  enjoys  clearing  her  head  at  the  spot  overlooking  the  cityscape,  where  everything  seems  laughably  insignificant,  including  her  woes  and  troubles.

[fcundaticnsofdecay]

oakley knew that he should open up to someone eventually. the way that he was living probably wasn't what most people would consider healthy. he was so used to hiding the truth that it felt impossible to imagine doing something different. he nodded slowly in agreement," some secrets are worse than others, much worse." he knew that everyone had things that they kept hidden. he just felt like he had more than most. he reached to run his hand through his hair if only to do something with his hands," it can be." he knew that he led a very solitary existence and couldn't even remember the last time he was in such a social setting. of course it was just his luck that the first time he allowed himself to go out that his father would be brought up by name. he cleared his throat and shrugged," i've been running nearly all my life," he confessed," do you, um, do you want to get out of here? go somewhere?"

june  shrugs.  she’d  apologise  for  asking,  but  the  question  is  more  than  sensible  given  the  sudden  surge  of  unease  she’s  just  witnessed.  perhaps  it’d  be  better  for  both  of  them  that  she  keeps  her  distance,  but  she  has  a  feeling  she’d  better  keep  an  eye  on  him.  “we  all  have  our  secrets.”  there  is  no  absolute  transparency  in  this  world.  people  always  hide  parts  of  themselves  from  each  other,  sometimes  even  from  themselves.  some  parts  that  are  too  corrosive  to  be  held,  too  rotten  to  be  seen.  “being  a  hermit  is  a  good  solution  to  most  of  life’s  troubles.”  she  nods  along,  before  releasing  a  breath  of  smoke.  “as  long  as  it’s  something  that  makes  you  feel  better,  there’s  nothing  wrong  with  running  away.”  whether  it’s  from  this  party  or  anything  else.

[angelsdvsts]

“who says that i want a quick fuck from you?” he rises a brow knowing that it isn’t exactly how he’d be able to resolve things — not when he wanted something more. “what do you say about starting over?” he pleads, desperate to get her to agree. “no funny busy — start off as friends again.”

"and  how  do  you  plan  on  doing  that?"  june  asks,  raising  an  eyebrow  as  she  waits  for  an  answer.  "a  quick  fuck  isn't  going  to  solve  anything."  even  if  there  is  a  part  of  her  that  still  instinctively  clings  to  his  presence,  it  would  do  her  well  to  resist  it.  things  didn't  work  out  between  them  for  a  reason.  “we’re  not  good  for  each  other.”

[euphoriclusts]

"hopefully your luck will re-fill in preparation for twenty twenty four." he teases in turn, not willing to offend her, but trying his utmost to tease in the way she had deemed appropriate to. he nods his head over her conclusion, easily taking her word for it. of course it was a damn shame, but if he was in a position to offer assistance, even in the shape of a temporary shelter he'd do just that. he and his brothers had been raised by parents who considered helping others to be the very core and purpose of life. "no problem whatsoever, miss." he smiles back at her, just as friendly, bowing his head as it's all he can offer right now. "pleased to formally meet you, june. i'm newt." leading her towards the door, he carefully lets one bag go so he can reach for his key and turn it within the lock, pushing the door to once he's done so. "there," he starts, holding onto the door, ready to let her hand replace his own, just so he was able to grab the heavy bag again. "thanks, june."

“seems  luck's  run  dry  for  me  this  year.”  even  in  this  predicament,  june  manages  to  poke  fun  at  herself  with  a  defeated  shrug.  “i  haven’t,  but  i  doubt  it’d  work.”  it’s  late,  and  she  has  traversed  many  places  prior  to  returning  home.  the  mission  seems  unlikely  given  the  wild  night  she  had,  but  she  can  see  why  her  neighbour  suggested  it.  she  remains  still  after  hearing  his  offer,  taking  a  moment  to  process  it.  “that'd  be  nice,  actually.  thanks.”  as  far  as  she’s  aware,  he  hasn’t  emitted  any  strange  or  dangerous  vibes  in  the  past  few  months  since  the  move-in.  she  walks  over  to  the  door  of  his  apartment,  her  arms  still  wrapped  around  her  leather  jacket.  fortunately,  he's  arrived  just  in  time,  preventing  her  from  catching  a  cold  due  to  the  sudden  drop  in  temperature.  “i’m  june,  by  the  way.”  she  adds  with  a  friendly  smile,  her  previous  nerves  concealed  artfully.  she'd  extend  her  hand  for  a  handshake  if  he’s  not  already  so  occupied  with  his  heavy  bags.  “need  a  hand  with  these?”  she  asks,  even  though  the  offer  seems  pointless,  given  that  he’s  already  right  outside  the  door.  “i’ll  hold  the  door  open  for  you,  at  least.”

[angelsdvsts]

just as he thought she was going to lean in for a kiss, she hits him with words that causes a sickening feeling to emerge at the pit of his stomach. knowing that it wasn't going to be so easy trying to win her back. "i know, i wasn't the greatest.. but please -- let me make it up to you. allow you to see how truly sorry i am."

“forgive  you?”  june  repeats,  as  if  she  is  unable  to  believe  what  he  just  said.  her  gaze  drops  to  the  curve  of  his  lips  before  she  leans  in,  her  eyes  staring  into  his  but  they  no  longer  carry  the  warmth  she  once  held  for  him.  “you’ll  be  waiting  for  a  long  time.”  perhaps  forever.  she  doesn’t  consider  herself  a  forgiving  person,  nor  has  she  given  him  any  reason  to.  “am  i  supposed  to  just  forget  about  all  the  ways  you’ve  hurt  me?” 

[missdcalls]

the sound of her voice catches carter off guard. he nearly drops the spatula he was holding to the floor, but luckily catches it before it lands. cheeks turn a light shade of pink as she accuses him of making himself at home. he hadn't really thought about how it looked, or how she'd feel about him rummaging through her fridge like the two had known each other for more than a night. "i, erm - sorry. figured you could use something to eat after uh, after the night we had. coffee, too." gratefully accepts the mug, nodding his head in thanks. "it was a bit difficult, i must admit. but the second i saw that you had eggs, i knew we were set." chuckling, he takes a sip of coffee before setting it down, turning his attention back to the stove. "really, i should have asked. i do apologize about that. hoping this'll be the best omelette you've ever had, and it'll help you forgive me." // @fadinglights

june  watches  him  from  the  back  for  a  few  moments,  an  amused  smile  slowly  forming  on  her  lips,  before  she  breaks  the  silence  at  last.  "making  yourself  at  home,  aren't  you?"  she  cannot  decide  whether  she  should  be  mad  that  the  stranger  has  decided  it's  a  good  idea  to  rummage  through  her  refrigerator,  but  she  doesn't  mind  that  much  when  she's  greeted  by  the  fragrant  scent  of  freshly  brewed  coffee.  clad  in  her  silky  night  robe  now,  she  walks  over  to  the  coffee  pot  and  pours  herself  a  mug.  then,  she  proceeds  to  pour  one  for  him  and  hands  it  over.  "what  are  you  planning  to  make?  you'll  have  to  be  creative  since  i  don't  have  many  groceries  left."  she  asks,  her  tone  playful.  she  is  often  too  busy  to  cook  at  home,  and  it  has  been  a  few  days  since  she  last  went  grocery  shopping.