#hccgvlieger: joshua

[midnightscxre]

@hccgvlieger CLOSED STARTER

Independence was always the crown the ruby haired woman wore. Turbulent ride of the young woman’s life never ending, finding knew twist and turns on the rocky roads, barely allowing a break to draw in a single resting breath. Meeting challenges head on almost came as something completely natural, a task written inside her DNA. Clare took pride and also serenity in the fact she was able to handle everything alone. . . until the elegant legs didn’t walk upon a sinister route, field of mines and demons determined to see the woman crumble. When things turned bad -- they really aimed for an infernal, apocalyptic experience.

As a successful biochemist with a reputation that opened the doors to any pharmaceutical company, trust placed in her own drugs were unquestionable. . . until an error occurred. One-night-stand and a pill that didn’t work left her in a cage of panic, anxiety and fear, learning that inside of her another life is blooming. Sinister past marked by a heavy childhood forbade the scarlet haired woman to give the child away, developing a strong sense of obligation to protect its existence. Just when Clare thought she made peace with her new future, the walls of stability came crashing down, when the once prestigious company was dragged through mud and dirt, buried under heavy allegations and lawsuits for distributing a drug that caused liver failure. . . and what was worse, woman’s name was on the list of the biochemists that created it. Even though it was a terrible mistake, sadly in this case things took a turn of ‘ guilty until proven innocent ‘ , tearing away any possibility of getting a job.

Desperation wrapped its chains around the tortured ankles, mind attacked by horrors that might follow and this time. . . the victim would be an innocent child. Clare never dreamed that the day would come where she would ask for help, any sort of assistance, even more so when the circle of friends she had was small, almost non-existent. . . but a name that was carved inside of private, intimate memories drew an invisible map towards the man’s door. Only man that stirred up the calm surface of her feelings once, only one that she allowed her heart to yearn for --but from a distance. It was hazy, almost unreal when she came to his door. Tears, something the woman never allowed to be spilled in front of others pouring down her ivory cheeks like heavy rain. What she hoped for and what she expected was two different things, but somehow, here she was, already a month under Joshua’s roof, being welcomed as if they never drifted apart. 

“  I thought you would be married by now.  “ melodic voice said, while the busy fingers traveled along the pages of a cook book. Clare was highly intelligent, brilliant at her field and other things people usually find quite challenging. . . but when it came to the simple domestic things such as cooking, she was lost as Hansel and Gretel in the thick, dark forest. “  Honestly, I expected an angry wife at the door when I came, not you.  “ recalling the night when she appeared in front of his house brought a wave of guilt and agony. Clearing he throat, Clare gazed at the distance, thinking. “  Did I ruin something for you?  “  the man never mentioned any relationship, any personal affairs that might be effected by the decision to let her stay.  The idea of destroying such happiness for him shattered the heart. “  I. . . I am trying to get the court to hurry, to just confirm I didn’t work on that damn project so I can get a job. . . but. . . Joshua I don’t want to fuck up your life just because you decided to help me. . . “ breaking in front of other people was the most difficult and humiliating thing Clare could experience. So uncharacteristic for the young woman’s personality that she barely recognized herself. . . however, it all was for her baby, so the woman endured it.

[fiendish-insanity-in-the-written]

There was no intoxication needed for the deed to be done, after all, they soberly agreed to this late night meetings weeks ago, where bodies communicate and tongue stays silent after. Simplistic need fed with one partner, casual and with no strings attached. Like forged perfection to keep the mind from overthinking, involve needless emotions and hopes of hearing a phone ringing the morning after. Raven haired woman would lie if she claimed it wasn’t a good deal, keeping her cravings satisfied and not having to worry it would ruin her reputation. Decent woman, that in her profession as an event manager were the clients of all sorts presented themselves as a potential good catch, openly flirting with the beautiful woman but Layla insisted on being professional. Lots of busy days and late nights stood in the way of a healthy relationship, and the love for her carrier on the rise, it wasn’t in her deck of choices either. So when Joshua emerged from the waters of her life’s encounters, it was more than a convenient agreement...that shouldn’t have had grown and bloomed in the unsettling feeling that was now gnawing at her gut when it was time to say their goodbyes for the evening.

Gentle digits pulled on his shirt too eagerly, once when he was already dressed and ready to leave, lips crashed on his with something other than lust, kisses spelling more than cheap desires. This feelings didn’t came out of no where, they were quietly blossoming for a longer period of time, and foolish was she to think she could simply ignore them. First it was his face appearing in her thoughts for no reason, then his jokes ringing through the privacy of her memories , followed by her asking them to meet for this little “night dances” more often. The longing she didn’t know existed within her took over, and her body expressed what she lacked- tenderness and affection from this man....only to be rejected with an excuse that stung as a dagger to her blood pump they call a center of emotions. Uttering the words “ Maybe we don’t have to leave yet “ ended with him using a few beers from earlier as an excuse for saying ‘no’. Layla swallowed the lump forming in her throat, but her hands still entangled with the cotton of his clothes. “ Would it be so wrong if..if you stayed only for tonight? “ Hiding the desperation in her tone, she was confused with her own request. Why was she so eager to have him stay when she knew the rules? Inky orbs caught sight of his blues, trying to maintain eye contact. “ I know we are just ‘friends with benefits’ but..can’t this be a benefit too? “ She regretted instantly for exposing her wishes so openly, but it was too late. 

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❝ yeah, i’m definitely not sober enough to talk about this right now. ❞