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[huntrcssqueen]

Plot ⇥ i need a ‘we’re just about ready to sign off on our divorce papers but oh shit wait i think i’m pregnant and i’m a hundred percent certain it’s yours because i’m haven’t been ready to move on intimately just yet so maybe…, i guess, maybe we could give this another shot and try falling in love all over again’ plot, pls !

Starter for ⇥ @evcrlasting

It was literally hours before they were going to be signing their divorce papers. It didn't help that Reid was always called into work, busy with work and didn't make enough time for her, that his attention wasn't on her it was on his job. Rubbing the back of his neck he had all the papers ready on the counter as he looked to her. ❝ What are you saying we can't sign them yet. What changed all of a sudden Faith. You're not happy with our marriage, I'm not in this marriage, we've drifted. What changed? ❞

[lidole]

⸻     give     me     ᵗᵒᵘᵍʰ     ˡᵒᵛᵉ.     leave     me     with     nothing     𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯     𝘪     𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦     𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯      . 

billie's ( 28,  she/her )  ind.  priv.  and  sel.  jocelyn  from  the  idol.   removed from canon and rewritten as an original character. mature  content  will  be  present.    21+  AND  MUTUALS  ONLY.  

links: google doc.

my     kinda     love:    push     me     &     choke     me     'til     i     pass     out.    

[tarote]

TEDDY'S FAMILY TREE   ...

MATERNAL GRANDMOTHER :   meredith white allen  ..   michelle pfeiffer,   MOTHER :   janessa allen wilson  ..   kristen bell,    FATHER :   wayne wilson  ..   bradley cooper,   YOUNGER COUSIN :   violet allen  ..   maddie phillips,   SELF :   theodora "teddy" wilson  ..   reneé rapp,   YOUNGER BROTHER :   jaxon wilson  ..   tarjei sandvik moe,   OLDER COUSIN :   justin allen  ..   jacob elordi,   OLDER COUSIN'S WIFE :   malia minerva allen  ..   kaia gerber,   OLDER COUSIN'S SON :   bronson allen  ..   tbd.

[pettiests]

continued,   @mccklynaive

she can handle herself,  that's what she wants to say.   but she doesn't due to the fact this girl came up to her in a moment with such concern.   it has her second guessing herself.   she could easily rip into her,  make her regret that she even spoke to regina.   but the kindness and grace she's showing her            “  i'm fine,  thanks.  ”     she looks a little shaken up,  and slightly annoyed if anything.     “  that just comes with the territory of being hot,  ”     an eyebrow raised as her lips quirk into a bit of a smile.   maybe she can be a little mean,  as a treat.     “  you wouldn't know about that though,  right?   is that why you're so concerned?  ” 

[bitehand-a]

[   ...   ]           THEY  SEE  RIGHT  THROUGH  ME,   CAN  YOU  SEE  RIGHT  THROUGH  ME?   ---   I  SEE  RIGHT  THROUGH  ME.

#   REWHY   —       ...        ind.   mutuals  only   mixed  media  multimuse   containing  both  canon  and  original  characters.

[torneye]

𝚃𝙾𝚁𝙽𝙴𝚈𝙴.𝚃𝚄𝙼𝙱𝙻𝚁.𝙲𝙾𝙼     ...     a  reese  production.      very  sporadic  activity  blog  for  a  yellowjackets  based  original  character,    DANIELLE   ‛DANNY‛   HALL.      always  the  scapegoat.     just  another  girl  doomed  by  the  narrative  asking    ———    WILL  I  EVEN  BE  REMEMBERED?   MOURNED?      [   twenty - six.   they / she.   est.   ]       minors  &  personal  blogs  dni.      *    sideblog!!   follows  back  from badbandits!

affiliated  with   :       brontë  landry.

basic  guidelines  &  rp  ettiqute  apply   ..     see  below  for  more  indepth  rules.

interactions   ..    open  starters  are  for  ANYONE   ( unless  otherwise  stated )   who  wants  to  write  a  character  that  fits  gender  of  character  is  open  to  replies  from  and  fit  within  my  rules.    please  only  submit  meme  prompts  if  we  are  mutuals.   i'll  write  with  anyone  18+.   don't  be  afraid  of  following  me  if  you're  interested  in  writing  with  me,    i'm  often  very  receptive  to  anyone  who  wants  to  write  with  me.   THERE  WILL  BE  CONTENT  NOT  SUITABLE  FOR  MINORS  ON  THIS  BLOG.

shipping   ..    always  down  for  a  ship  but  i  will  never  force  a  ship.   i'm  cool  with  assuming  pre-established  connections,  but  if  it  doesn't  vibe  right  away,   we'll  try  plotting.   even  if  a  ship  doesn't  work,   i  will  always  be  down  to  continue  writing  with  you!   just  need  to  try  other  connections!   i  would  prefer  writing  ships  with  anyone  20  and  above,   I  WILL  NOT  WRITE  SMUT  WITH  ANYONE  UNDER  THE  AGE  OF  21.

triggers   ..    DARK  AND  TRIGGERING  CONTENT  WILL  BE  PRESENT  ON  THIS  BLOG,   SUCH  AS,   BUT  NOT  LIMITED  TO  :     CANNIBALISM,   MURDER,   AND  OTHER  HORROR  THEMES  AND  POTENTIALLY  GRAPHIC  CONTENT.

i  will  always  be  mindful  to  tag  anything  that  i  could  think  may  be  triggering  to others   ( or  if  i  follow  someone  who  has  it  listed  as a  trigger ).   i  write  trigger  warnings  as   " trigger tw ".   as  for  myself,   i  don't  really  have  any triggers,   besides  very  graphic  descriptions  of  eye  trauma,   fingernail / toenail  and  teeth  trauma  also  get  to  me  but  are  not  nearly  as  distressing,   but  a  heads  up  would  be  so  greatly  appreciated.   i  like  to  discuss  with  my  writing  partner  if  something  comes  up  that  feels  uncomfortable,   hope  you  will  as  well.

reply  style   ..    i  do  not  regularly  use  icons  or  gifs  or  graphics  in  my  replies.   however,   it  is  so  fine  if  you  do.   i  make  text  smaller  to  look  more  uniform.   i  do  use  icons  for  starters,   sometimes.   i  am  more  likely  to  use  icons  or  gifs  in  replies  if  there  are  resources  for  said  faceclaim.

simple  little  dni   ..    do  not  interact  if  you  are  a  single  muse  blog  portraying  a  real  person,   you're  under  the  age  of  18  or  a  personal  account.

disclaimer   ..    i  am  not  in  any  way  affiliated  with  ava  capri  or  showtime's  yellowjackets.   this  blog  is  for  the  fun  of  writing  and  roleplay  and  in  no way is  being  used  to  impersonate  anybody.

credits  &  such

the  psd  used  on  this  blog  and  graphics  is  back  to  basics  by  stephysource.    meanwhile  all  graphics  unless  stated  otherwise  for  this  blog  have  been  created  by  my  dear  friend  foster  💌

[auburniivenus]

❛  here, you look like you're freezing.  ❜

Mulan   always   unfurled   her   wings   of   care   around   Inoue   like   a   master   artisan's   gilded   brushstrokes   upon   a   canvas.   Ever   VIGILANT   and   nurturing,   she   epitomized   an   artist   inspired   by   forests   kissed   by   the   existence   of   dawn   or   spectacular   auroras   pulsating   across   indigo   skies.   Orihime   cherished   the   divine   symphony   produced   through   her   never-ending   commitment.   She   was   definitely   feeling   cold   due   to   the   low   temperatures,   but   she   didn't   want   to   go   indoors   to   change. 

 “You   always   have   my   back.”   Uttered   with   utmost   happiness,   sensing   the   fabric   fall   upon   her   dainty   shoulders,   abridging   her   from   the   harsh   temperature.   Gentle   arms   encircled   the   other   in   a   comforting   embrace.   “You   are   the   greatest   thing   since   sliced   bread!   Will   you   not   feel   cold   without   it?” @adversitybloomed

[badbandits]

𝙱𝙰𝙳𝙱𝙰𝙽𝙳𝙸𝚃𝚂.𝚃𝚄𝙼𝙱𝙻𝚁.𝙲𝙾𝙼     ..     a  reese  production.      very  sporadic  activity  multimuse  containing  canon  and  original  characters  from  various  sources  of  media  from  films,   television,   video  games  and  my  own  brain .       [   twenty - six.   they / she.   est.   ]       minors  &  personal  blogs  dni.

affiliated  with   :       withbags  /  rewhy

*   all  muses  are  18+,   often  played  between  -5 / +5  of  the  faceclaim,   but  there  are  exceptions  for  verses,   etc.

film  muses

damian  hubbard  from  mean  girls :   canon  inspired / draws  inspiration  from  both  the  2004  &  2024  films  as  well  as  the broadway  musical  —   fc.   jaquel  spivey

gretchen  wieners  from  mean  girls :   canon  inspired / draws  inspiration  from  both  the  2004  &  2024  films  as  well  as  the broadway  musical  —   fc.   bebe  wood

amanda  young  from  saw :   canon  inspired / semi  to  completely - canon  compliant  —   fc.   shawnee  smith

jill  tuck  from  saw :   canon  inspired / semi  to  completely - canon  compliant  —   fc.   betsy  russell

television  muses

brittany  s.  pierce  from  glee :   canon  inspired /  semi - divergent   —   fc.   sabrina carpenter

sam  evans  from  glee :   canon  inspired /  semi - divergent   —   fc.   cooper  van  grootel

lucy  moore  from  love,  victor :   canon  compliant  ( mostly ) /  headcanon  based   —   fc.   ava  capri

leighton murray from the sex life of college girls : canon compliant - fc. reneé rapp

video  game  muses

sly  cooper  based  on  the  sly cooper trilogy   —   fc.   logan  lerman

murray  anderson  based  on  the  sly cooper trilogy   —   fc. christopher meyer

montgomery  brown  aka  muggshot  based  on  the  sly cooper trilogy   —   fc.   joe  manganiello

the contessa based on the sly cooper trilogy -- fc. vera farmiga

original  characters

peyton  ciccone,   fandomless  multi - use  oc  —   fc.   ava  capri

logan anderson,   fandomless  multi - use  oc   —   fc.   alexis   g.   zall

luna  joseph,   fandomless  musican  oc   —   fc.   paris  jackson

caroline  lawrence,   fandomless  college  oc   ( horror based )   —   fc.   natalia  dyer    [ bio ]

olivia  kovach,   fandomless  actor  oc   —   fc.   taissa  farmiga

houston  santos,   fandomless  oc   ( mostly  hockey / college  based )  —   fc.   michael  cimino

aspen jones, do revenge oc (son of carissa an gabbi jones, twin to willow) -- fc. finn wolfhard

basic  guidelines  &  rp  ettiqute  apply   ..     see  below  for  more  indepth  rules.

  interactions   ..    open  starters  are  for  ANYONE   ( unless  otherwise  stated )   who  wants  to  write  a  character  that  fits  gender  of  character  is  open  to  replies  from  and  fit  within  my  rules.    please  only  submit  meme  prompts  if  we  are  mutuals.   i'll  write  with  anyone  18+.   don't  be  afraid  of  following  me  if  you're  interested  in  writing  with  me,    i'm  often  very  receptive  to  anyone  who  wants  to  write  with  me.   THERE  WILL  BE  CONTENT  NOT  SUITABLE  FOR  MINORS  ON  THIS  BLOG.

shipping   ..    always  down  for  a  ship  but  i  will  never  force  a  ship.   i'm  cool  with  assuming  pre-established  connections,  but  if  it  doesn't  vibe  right  away,   we'll  try  plotting.   even  if  a  ship  doesn't  work,   i  will  always  be  down  to  continue  writing  with  you!   just  need  to  try  other  connections!   i  would  prefer  writing  ships  with  anyone  20  and  above,   I  WILL  NOT  WRITE  SMUT  WITH  ANYONE  UNDER  THE  AGE  OF  21.

triggers   ..    triggering  content  will  be  on  this  blog,   but  i  will  always  be  mindful  to  tag  anything  that  i  could  think  may  be  triggering  to others   ( or  if  i  follow  someone  who  has  it  listed  as a  trigger ).   i  write  trigger  warnings  as   " trigger tw ".   as  for  myself,   i  don't  really  have  any triggers,   besides  very  graphic  descriptions  of  eye  trauma,   fingernail / toenail  and  teeth  trauma  also  get  to  me  but  are  not  nearly  as  distressing,   but  a  heads  up  would  be  so  greatly  appreciated.   i  like  to  discuss  with  my  writing  partner  if  something  comes  up  that  feels  uncomfortable,   hope  you  will  as  well.

reply  style   ..    i  do  not  regularly  use  icons  or  gifs  or  graphics  in  my  replies.   however,   it  is  so  fine  if  you  do.   i  make  text  smaller  to  look  more  uniform.   i  do  use  icons  for  starters,   sometimes.   i  am  more  likely  to  use  icons  or  gifs  in  replies  if  there  are  resources  for  said  faceclaim.

simple  little  dni   ..    do  not  interact  if  you  are  a  single  muse  blog  portraying  a  real  person,   you're  under  the  age  of  18  or  a  personal  account.

disclaimer   ..    i  am  not  in  any  way  affiliated  with  any  of  the  faceclaims  or  fandoms  used  or  may  be  present  on  this  blog.   this  blog  is  for  the  fun  of  writing  and  roleplay  and  in  no way is  being  used  to  impersonate  anybody.

credits  &  such

the  psd  used  on  this  blog  and  graphics  is  hyacinth  by  jessource.    meanwhile  all  graphics  unless  stated  otherwise  for  this  blog  have  been  created  by  my  dear  friend  foster  💌

[mikrokosmcs]

                        but you need your rotten heart                                         your dazzling pain like diamond rings                         you need to go to WAR to find material to sing                                                                        i am no mother, I am no bride...

                        i need my golden CROWN of sorrow                                         my bloody sword to swing                         my empty halls to echo with grand self-mythology                                                                       i am no mother, i am no bride...

                                                   I AM KING

[herosupe]

i     don't     know     if     they     want     you     𝘵𝘰     𝘣𝘦     𝘢     𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘰. 

lala's  ( 28,  she/her )   ind.  priv.  and  sel.  portrayal  of  annie  january  from  amazon  prime's  the  boys.   mature  content  will  be  present.    21+  AND  MUTUALS  ONLY.    canon  divergent.

google slides,  memes,  aesthetic sideblog,  pinterest board.

affiliates  ;     devilsnare,  warspun,  webheadedhero.

exclusive with  ;  thebrave, kappapin.

⸻     i     think     they     just     want     you     to     ˡᵒᵒᵏ     ˡⁱᵏᵉ     ᵒⁿᵉˑ 

[tarote]

madden appel,   “  am i that bad at flirting or does everything go over your head?  ”    ...    @playbarbies

|    |    INT.   the green room of saturday night live,  madden being the guest host and teddy being the musical guest.

“  maybe it's both.  ”     there's a cheesy grin that paints itself on teddy's expression.   she loves spending time with madden,  even if it's pointless chatter shared over a drink or a joint.   an eyebrow quirks as she looks towards her,     “  also,  is that what you call flirting?  ”     pointless comments that could come across as mean           that was teddy's form of flirting,  her love language,  even.   as she shifts a bit closer to madden on the couch in the green room,  an arm wrapping around the other's shoulders.    “  i actually think it's more of the first option,  babes.  ”     the pet name slips off of her tongue like poison with the intent to kill           and with a half-assed apology,     “  sorry,  'tis the truth and the truth hurts.  ”     it was definitely a mix of the both,  teddy wasn't the most aware when it came to people flirting with her.

[pettiests]

janis 'imi'ike,   ❛ 06 .  a kiss during a fight    ...    @vileurges

|    |    INT.   night time,  regina and her husband's mansion.

too many glasses of wine later and the topic of middle school is brought up.   she's not sure if it's supposed to be a funny reminiscent moment or if it's a personal dig at regina's character.   either way,  she's gone silent.   she's changed.   she was scared.   she's not the same sad little girl who'd thrown her friend's sexuality under a metaphorical bus all those years ago.   all in attempts to bring the attention away from herself and her own very complicated feelings when it came to janis.   she was sure that her friend had picked up on those feelings and was starting to figure her out and she was scared.   SHE NEEDED AN OUT,  and who knew that all of that would lead to regina being hit by a literal bus.

she will definitely regret everything that was said in their very heated argument they were currently in the middle of.  especially if the two of them had just rekindled some sort of friendship.

her fists are balled at her sides,  the wine glasses had been discarded on the counter top as she moves rooms.   the footsteps and yelling following behind her as she does so.   you can't run from it forever.   the words set her brain on fire because she has a point.   she's in a directionless marriage,  her daughter being the only thing keeping her there with him.   she feels trapped,  she's not happy,  not in the slightest.   there's only so far she can get with the life she'd chosen to lead.

WAS SHE STRAIGHT?   not in the slightest.   she'd come to those terms in college with a lot of experimentation,  but after bringing home a girl she was met with rage from her father.   she had to conform to his perfect idealized nuclear family portrait.   this was also the father she'd since cut out,  so was there really a risk if she just   ...   takes a leap?   a leap into her arms?

she turns fully to face the other,  around her eyes was stained with makeup           was she crying?  she was crying and hadn't even noticed.     “  i fucking wish i could just ...  ”     a frustrated groan because so much could be solved with proper communication.   but she never knows how to start that with her,   after all the time that'd passed.   talking to janis still felt like diffusing a bomb at times.     “  I WISH I COULD JUST HATE YOU,  and leave it at that.  ”     going quiet again as a look of shock coats her face because she fully just laid all her cards out for janis,  she hated this.

WHAT THE HELL ...  she thinks to herself for a moment.   what could be the worst thing that happens?   she's relaxing her fists,  the crescent shapes of her nails indenting her palms as she quickly closes the distance between the two of them.   her hands moving to hold janis's cheeks as she firmly presses a kiss on her lips.   all the care she could have in the world blowing away out the open window of the living room.

[wiedzm1n]

@f4rgd   said   :   ❝  woah—  what the hell happened there? ❞

these  were  trying  times,  if  such  a  time  ever  existed.  somber  and  ominously  silent.  even  the  distinct  chill  that  mingled  in  the  air  played  a  part  in  emphasizing  that  the  mood  was  —  in  a  word  —  a  bad  one.  although  the  blight  had  been  driven  away  —  along  with  the  darkspawn,  the  archdemon,  and  the  elven  god  who  brought  them  all  to  heel  —  weisshaupt  would  always  feel  the  effects  of  that  battle,  unfortunately.

but  despite  their  surroundings  being  reduced  to  ruins  and  chunks  of  debris,  and  even  despite  their  dwindling  numbers,  the  grey  wardens  preserved.  they  had  to.  those  that  remained  alive  silently  mourned  their  fellow  comrades  even  as  they  played  nurse  to  their  own  injuries  and  wounds.

warden  geralt  however,  approached  the  latter  rather  absentmindedly,  trying  his  best  not  to  focus  on  the  negatives.  especially  as  he  began  to  strip  himself  of  his  armor.  it  was  a  wonder  how  he  managed  to  avoid  glancing  down  at  the  scorch  marks  still  fresh  on  his  skin,  but  the  way  his  yellow  eyes  widened  at  the  sight  indicated  that  was  the  first  time.

❝  archdemon.   ❞   he  pointed  out  to  the  other  man  beneath  a  grunt. ❝  it  wasn’t  from  direct  contact,  mind  you.  my  memory  is  a  bit  foggy,  i  admit.  all  i  can  really  remember  is  being  surrounded  by  all  forms  of  anguish.  i  know  i  didn’t  come  close  enough  to  battle  with  the  archdemon  directly,  but  i  can’t  help  but  wish  that  i  had.   ❞   he  shook  his  head,  turning  his  back  to  aksel  as  he  began  looking  around  for  a  spare  shirt.

❝  so  many  died  that  day.  perhaps  i  could  have  helped  avoid  it.   ❞

[wellfell]

“  stop fussing— this isn’t my blood.  ”

 ❛ that's even worse ? ❜  she's not as startled about the blood as a girl should be , seems pretty normal to her when it comes to dean winchester anyway . but the fact that he was getting it all over her favorite dress wasn't exactly her idea of clean . whatever happened to helping people out ? was she even helping the right stranger ? akina lets him rest against the wall with a soft grunt before she untangles his arm from around her shoulder . ugh , she hates the smell . it'd be easier to leave dean out there and let him deal with his own problems but akina’s curiosity was killing her the moment she spoke to him for the first time in the bar ; a few weeks ago , never thought she'd see him again . ❛ god . . take your shirt off before you sit on the couch , okay ? ❜  she says when they go up the stairs to reach her door , keys rattling dully in her grasp . and when they're inside , she's holding him by his arm again , huffing while trying to get him toward the bathroom without letting him touch anything . ❛ what happened again ? why are you always pissing off the wrong people ? ❜  a pause — she turns him to face her with a small frown . ❛ what was your name again ? ❜

[auburniivenus]

❝ D-dating!? What do you mean? ❞ It's a good thing that they ended up at Survive on this particular evening. There's no way they wouldn't be kicked out of any other bar in the district, given how loud Ichiban is right now. In his defense, the question came out of nowhere. Why would Inoue date him out of all people? It doesn't make sense, so his first instinct is to stop her before she makes a mistake.

❝ Hime-chan, you could do so much better! ❞ And isn't that the sad truth? There are so many things he could bring up to change her mind, from his criminal record, to the fact that he still struggles to understand the meaning of more complicated words. The list of unattractive traits could go on and on. ❝ There must be a bunch of guys with a better track record than mine who're interested in you. ❞

It feels like he's unintentionally playing wingman for some men he doesn't even know, but surely, they'd be a better match for her, right? Maybe not the clients from the club, because you never know which one will turn out to be a creep. Too risky. No, it should be somebody close to her age, who shares the same hobbies. Although, to be honest, he doesn't know how many people with a questionable taste in food exist in the world.

A few seconds pass, and as Ichiban readies himself to bring up another argument on why he's not dating material, a realization hits him. What if Inoue is not talking about dating him, and she's merely making conversation about-

❝ ... you meant dating in general. ❞ It's not even a question. If he were to make a list with the most embarrassing moments of his life, this would surely be fighting for one of top spots, maybe even win. Instead of looking at Inoue, he chooses to stare at the glass in front of him. He also brings a hand to the back of his neck, rubbing the same spot over and over again. ❝ Of course, you meant it like that. ❞ It makes much more sense now. Well, the least he can do is try to save the interaction by answering the question properly. ❝ I don't know. I just don't think I'd be any good at it. ❞ @ichihero

In   the   delicate   overture   of   romance,   air   becomes   a   gossamer   veil,   shimmering   with   the   incandescence   of   SERENDIPITY.   The   heart's   cadence,   a   symphony   of   whispered   desires,   resonates   with   harmonious   chords   of   attraction,   setting   the   stage   for   a   dance   of   souls.   The   mere   collision   of   glances   is   a   celestial   spark,   igniting   a   kaleidoscope   of   emotions   that   cascade   through   the   realms   of   possibility.

Each   rendezvous   unfurls   like   a   CLANDESTINE   journey   into   the   labyrinth   of   shared   laughter,   a   venue   where   stolen   glances   craft   poetry   in   the   nimbus.   Falling   in   love   unfolds   not   unlike   a   meteor   shower,   an   effulgent   display   of   stardust   that   kindles   the   most   sinister   corners   of   the   heart.   Emotional   responses   surge   like   a   TEMPESTUOUS   river,   propelling   two   hearts   on   a   current   of   euphoria,   an   exhilarating   motion   through   uncharted   waters.

The   touch   of   a   lover's   palm   becomes   a SONATA,   each   caress   a   chorus   reverberating   through   the   echoing   soul's   chambers.   Eyes,   locked   in   a   tacit   gaze,   become   mirrors   reflecting   the   profundity   of   reciprocated   emotion.   Laughter,   that   enchanting   elixir,   cascades   like   a   cataract,   brimming   with   the   crystalline   pureness   of   one's   gladness.   Falling   in   love,   a   journey   she   was   meant   to   avoid,   is   now   an   irreversible   tide   sweeping   her   towards   the   shores   of   vulnerability.

Amidst   the   melodies   of   karaoke,   where   laughter   coincides   with   the   clink   of   drinking   vessels   and   the   periodic   roar   of   a   quarrel,   walls   accumulate   posters   of   idols   and   heroes.   Neon   lights   cast   a   pleasant   glow   over   wooden   tables   and   stools,   while   the   air   is   permeated   with   the   strong   aroma   of   alcohol,   tobacco,   and   bento   boxes.   Here,   in   this   nexus   of DREAMS   and   memories,   bonds   are   forged   and   tested,   creating   a   space   where   the   heart   can   both   ascend   and   lapse.

“No,   I’m   not   addressing   dating   in   general.” Whispers,   her   speech   a   gentle   timbre   amidst   the   lively   cacophony.   Dainty   fingers,   resembling   delicate   tendrils,   interact   with   her   cup's   perimeter   as   caramel-hued   eyes   observe   the   liquid   within—a   dance   of   reflections   conveying   her   subconscious   musings.   Though   they   hail   from   opposing   worlds,   she   finds   herself   drawn   to   him,   unable   to   suppress   the   tide   of   emotions   blossoming   into   a   profound   connection.

Why   is   she   in   love   with   him?   A DILEMMA   that   echoes   through   the   recesses   of   her   contemplation.   Perhaps   it   is   because   he   is   a   perpetual   presence,   a   protective   figure   watching   her.   Maybe   it's   because   he's   the   maestro   orchestrating   the   laughter   and   smiles   that   punctuate   her   days.   Despite   the   appeal   of   other   suitors,   her   heart   remains   tethered   to   him.   Caramel   pupils   ascend   to   meet   his   gaze,   and   an   utterance   escapes   her   margins   once   more.   “Perhaps,   but   I   didn’t   choose   to   fall   for   you,   it   happened,   and   I   don’t   regret   it.   You’re   more   successful   than   you   think.”   A   dulcet   palm   cradles   the   glass,   and   her   margins   kiss   its   rim,   savoring   the   substance   within.   Love,   as   capricious   as   it's   dangerous,   can   emerge   unexpectedly.