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MELODY:

          peaking from behind the door of his office, her lips pulling into a bright grin. she used to hate it up here–she still kind of did. it reminded her too much of him. too much of a time where she allowed someone to try and make a future for her without even consulting her. trying too hard to be someone she never wanted to become.  ❝ surprise! ❞ she giggled as she held out a coffee towards him. ❝ now, before you say, you should be in austria, let me just say--i missed you.  ❞

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           SURPRISE COLORS HIS FEATURES   as he sees her, and he must say, she is a sight for sore eyes.  not because she’s beautiful   -     which she is, of course, incredibly so, but because a week is too much time away from her. that sounds like a cliché, he knows, but little of him cares   :   he has never felt like this about any other girl before, not even in three years with jessica. it’s  ----  she’s a breath of fresh air.  adam smiles, taking the coffee cup with a puzzled look on his face before leaning in to kiss her on the lips quickly.  ❛   i thought your tour only ended in two weeks!  not that i’m complaining.   ❜   

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first. he touches you and you light on fire. your wrist blazes where his fingers meet your skin. the burns don’t show, but it’s hard to breathe with ash in your lungs. it’s so hard to breathe. you’re suffocating daily. second. it hurts to watch him. he shines. he’s brighter than the sun, he’s too beautiful for your eyes. it’s hard to look at him. it’s even harder to look away from him. you’re going blind. third. your ears are tuned to his voice. you could pick him out in a sea of thousands. his voice makes pretty singers who sing pretty songs sound dull. his voice makes everything else sound ugly. fourth. the color of his eyes is blue enough to drown in. he is turning you into a clichéd love-wrecked being. you’re drowning, always sinking. down, down, down. fifth. you know him. you love him. through a thousand lifetimes, across millions of stars, you’d find him, you’d never leave him. you love him, till death do you part. ( sixth. he loves you, too. )

five things you know and the one thing you don’t. 19/09/14 (via eposetties)

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Omega Watches 2015

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i just want everyone to love romione as much as I do

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atercygnus:  

           ❛   WHY DON’T YOU GO   suck his dick if you think he’s so right, then? christ, henry         adam.  ❜   she won’t apologize for the words that left her lips  :   she is right, to a certain degree   —–   he won’t ever be robert lewellyn’s son, audrey lewellyn’s brother   :   he’s always  ADAM LEWELLYN, brilliant, brilliant, brilliant. he may not have had many friends, but not a single teacher, professor or otherwise glanced twice at him. they always knew his potential. his looks mattered little to them, the content was always, always, always superior.  ❛  i don’t want people meddling into my fucking relationship, adam! people looking at the way in which i hold his hand, or the way in which i don’t, complaining about my hair, my make-up, my clothes. they won’t ever think twice before labelling me as unworthy. you know that. he knows that.  ❜         

         “that’s a bit crass.” he replied dryly, his hand now holding his head as he looked at his friend. this wasn’t just about the magazine, was it? he wanted to ask her, the question on the tip of his tongue. but confrontation was never his forte. humming, he picked up his pencil and began on the next equation. he knew that there was little to change her mind, and he could see when he had lost the argument. but then again, had he ever even won an argument against her? sighing, he finally shook his head and looked back up at her. “ so why did you agree to be his girlfriend? you knew that this was part of his life. did you expect him to be able to cut it out easily? why not make it simple? isn’t that what relationships are? sacrifice? even doing things that we normally wouldn’t do?” his voice was low before chewing on the side of his cheek.he shouldn’t have said anything. she was going to get mad. closing his eyes, he leaned his head back and let out a sigh. “everyone will meddle. whether they be the public or our families. it doesn’t mean we have to care or listen. but if you want to change the subject, did you know that audrey set me up with her cheerleading friend, jessica? yes. that jessica” 

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I have a lot on my plate right now,Wade Kinsella,

But because you are my friend , I’m gonna walk you through this.

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MELODY EISENHARDT: 

         her smile was fond as she imagined a younger scarlett, getting ready for a dance class or just renting a room for herself.  ❝  i can imagine she was quite upset, first with you and then with herself for forgetting. and i’m sure it wasn’t the first time you’ve caught her, either! ❞ her voice rang brightly, her lips curling into a small smile.  ❝ she caught me crying over that silhouette project.the dancer i had chosen had twisted her ankle and it already took me five months to find the one i wanted. if it wasn’t for scarlett, finding me in our dorm sobbing my eyes out as i tried to figure out a different project, well–i wouldn’t have learned her darkest secret. ❞ teasing before she raised her brow, chewing the inside of her cheek. how many? she never thought to count, there were too many well kept secrets. her best ones hidden in plain sight.  ❝ i like you, adam. ❞ she said softly and took a small sip of her water. ❝ you’re forthright and honest. you never sugarcoat anything. maybe it’s cause you deal with numbers and facts. but i like you, and i don’t want to scare you away. so even how many i have, well that’d be a secret as well. but i promise it’s nothing too awful. i just never want to find out how you’d look at me if you knew everything. i quite like the way you look at me. with that smile, it makes me happy. you make me happy, adam.❞ did she just reveal a secret? she wasn’t quite sure herself, eyes glancing away as she handed him his water bottle.  ❝  so are you going with a date? ❞

       ❛    I HAD NEVER SEEN HER   quite as  ----  how does she say it? crossed, though that was after the confusion wore down. i’ll never forget how her eyebrows furrowed and her mouth opened and closed. who among us mere mortals can say we’ve made scarlett lefurgey speechless? god, i wish i could have recorded it. it was a sight to remember.   ❜    he smiles fondly at the memories, tilting his head slightly as he hears melody talk. it seemed almost fitting, that that would be her name  :   she speaks in the most of melodical manners, and with every word that leaves her lips he finds himself wanting to hear more. he’d listen to her forever, and beyond, too.   ❛   she must really like you, you know. i don’t think she would ever have willingly told me about it, had i not found out   -----  scarlett has a good eye for people.   ❜   he absolutely hates himself right after the words leave his mouth, cringing ever so lightly  :   will she think he is flattering himself, by saying she has a good eye? he meant melody, not himself  ------  hopefully she knows that.   ❛   she’s lucky to have a friend like you, you know. especially after everything that happened.   ❜    maybe that will solve it. hopefully it will. it’s not as if he doesn’t mean the words  :   he doubts that scarlett could ever find a friend as good as melody, who cares so deeply about her, and would do more for her than even adam himself. he’s willing to admit that much. he stares at her as she speaks, mouth hanging open and a sensation in the pit of his stomach that he can’t name, and can’t explain   ------   he’s not sure he’d want to explain it either. he takes the bottle of water from her hands, taking multiple consecutive sips before looking at her again.   ❛    i quite like you too, melody, but i must tell you  ------  i don’t think there’s much you could do or tell me that would make me change my mind about you.  ❜      

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atercygnus:

            ❛  YOU’RE ALWAYS YOUR OWN PERSON.   your name is never attached to someone else’s           i can’t expect you to understand.   ❜   he doesn’t understand, and he’ll never understand, what it is like to have your entire life resumed to a relationship. thomas lefurgey’s daughter, never scarlett lefurgey, accepted to every ivy  —  and every university  — she applied to, trinity’s honor graduate. henry ackerman’s girlfriend, a body to pick, tear apart, every movement in which she does or does not for them to dissect. henry ackerman’s girlfriend, not scarlett lefurgey, never scarlett lefurgey.      ❛  i do not study as hard as i do to have a stupid, pathetic magazine label be as unworthy of henry’s affections because of the clothes that i decide to wear, and the manners in which my hair is styled.   ❜  

       “ i thought you knew better than that. “shooting her an incredulous glance, he shook his head with the very thought. oh he understood. he understood how differently his mother looked at him and audrey. he saw it, but never said anything. because he benefited from it. because for once, he was the center of someone’s world, he was the one that received more of their mother’s affections--not the photo perfect, audrey. picking up his pen and twirling it between his fingers, “why the hell do you care about some unworthy magazine that spewed slander. you can sue them for that.” something to lighten it all up before he lifted his gaze from the next theorem that a professor at the university had sent him before sighing. “then don’t go, scar. it’s easy isn’t it. don’t go. don’t be labeled as henry ackerman’s girlfriend. do what you please, you are scarlett fucking lefurgey. honestly, what are you so afraid of? a few words on a piece of paper?”  

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atercygnus:

       ❛  YOU DON’T GET IT   ❜    she snaps, pen falling from her hands as she sets down          rather violently              on the table. frustration  runs through her veins, all of the arguments of the past couple of hours rushing back into her mind. she rolls her eyes, a groan leaving her lips.    ❛   well, i did not ask you to say anything, did i, adam? you were the one who wanted to talk about this.    ❜   it’s not his fault, she has to remind herself of that. it’s not his fault that your boyfriend doesn’t understand your boundaries, it’s not his fault.  she rolls her eyes, pressing her lips together before rubbing her temples.    ❛    i don’t want to go to an event only to show up at page six            from thomas lefurgey’s daughter to henry ackerman’s girlfriend.  ❜          

      “you know i’m trying to help you.” he was half amused at how her reaction. sure, he should have been more scared but after almost ten years of friendship, to be afraid of her seemed to be--okay he was still sometimes afraid of him. sighing, he pinched the bridge of his nose. she was just frustrated and taking it out on him. he got used to it. “isn’t being henry ackerman’s girlfriend something you want to be? is it that awful to be called his girlfriend?” raising a brow, he got up from the table and headed to small fridge in the study. taking out to sparkling waters, he handed her one and looked at her with a small frown. “honestly, scar what do you want to be? you are scarlett fucking lefurgey. you can make a grown man cry. are you really afraid of what page six will label you as? ”

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TOP 3 INTELLIGENCES FOR YOUR MUSE !

( 5 )  :  LOGIC / MATH  :  you enjoy exploring how things are related, and you like to understand how things work. you like mathematical concepts, puzzles and manipulative games. you are good at critical thinking.

( 3. 86 )  :  SPATIAL  :   you remember things visually, including exact sizes and shapes of objects. you like posters, charts, and graphics. you like any kind of visual clues. you enjoy drawing.

( 3. 43 )  :  SELF  :  you have a very good sense of self. you like to spend time by yourself and think things over. you will often take in information from another person, mull it over by yourself, and come back to that person later to discuss it. you like working on projects on your own. you often prefer to learn by trial and error. 

( 3.43 ) NATURE  /  ( 2.86 )  SOCIAL  /   ( 2.57 ) LANGUAGE  /  ( 2.29 ) BODY MOVEMENT /  ( 1.43 ) MUSICAL

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atercygnus:

           THERE’S NO POINT   on dwelling this further, scarlett knows. adam will keep pushing, she’ll keep denying, and they’ll go on and on, until she tells him, annoyance slipping out of every word. they’ve done this before, and they’ll do it again. there’s no point on letting time stretch             it’s not logical.  she taps her pen against her notebook, running her free hand through her eyes before taking in a deep breath. she’s tired.    ❛    it’s             ❜   she breathes in, glancing at her phone instinctively before groaning.    ❛   he wants me to go to his father’s fundraiser with him.  ❜           

        blink. blink. blink.  he was still confused.  eyes narrowing as he tried to see if this was all a trick, all something to throw him off, but the earnest expression indicated otherwise. “he wants you to go to his father’s fundraiser with him.” he repeated to clarify before he let out a low chuckle and shook his head. “oh the horror. to think that he wants you to be his date and meet his family. what do you want me to say? at least he didn’t ask for anything gross like bondage or something.” he said with a cringe before lowering his pen. “do you not want to go with him?”

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atercygnus:

        ❛  I’M NOT.  ❜   it doesn’t matter if she has been looking at her phone every five minutes, waiting and hoping for a reply. it doesn’t matter that she’s been tapping incessantly the pen on her book, eyes not staying long enough in any of the words, or staying too long in only one. none of that matter. she’s not distracted, she’s not upset. she’s just                 ❛   what is it about being in a relationship that makes others think everything is about it?  ❜    

           was she always a terrible liar? it was strange, he used to recall the many pranks she would play with him by simply twisting her words. lowering his pen, he looked at his friend before raising a brow. “because it’s you. you don’t get upset over anything. not like this if it was someone you didn’t care for. i ruled out myself and melody because well--an calculated assumption. so the only ones left would be phillip or henry. but even if it was phillip, you would be more annoyed than--i don’t know how to describe this. worry? concern? anger? maybe a mix of all three? i’m not sure, but i’m going to say henry because of your last comment .so come on, out with it. we’re not going to get anything done if you don’t.” 

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Eddie Redmayne | photograph by Simon Emmett for Madame Figaro, March 2017