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just a lil psa! sorry that i’ve been awol, i was surprisingly social these past couple weeks while swamped with work, as well as looking after my ma. i’ve also been in the process of moving blogs and revising new/current muses. all will be well in the next week! watch this space B)

#’ ° ･ﾟ: ♡ — 𝘰𝘰𝘤. #queen of procrastinating pleathe #forgive me !!

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who would hate me if i moved blogs and started over with the same muses, continuing certain/most threads from there hmmm

#this account just feels so messy #like .. i just want a clean slate :) #what's wrong w/ me #’ ° ･ﾟ: ♡ — 𝘰𝘰𝘤.

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#’ ° ･ﾟ: ♡ — 𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵. #q

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#’ ° ･ﾟ: ♡ 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 — 𝐲𝐚𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐧 𝐱 𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐱𝐭𝐨𝐧. #q

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*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

#’ ° ･ﾟ: ♡ 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘰𝘱𝘦 — 𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐞. #q

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#’ ° ･ﾟ: ♡ 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 — 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮 𝐱 𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚. #q

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Mayans MC + Gato/Mis (1.06)

#’ ° ･ﾟ: ♡ 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘥𝘰𝘹 — 𝐢𝐬𝐦𝐬. #’ ° ･ﾟ: ♡ 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘶𝘴 — 𝐢𝐬𝐦𝐬. #’ ° ･ﾟ: ♡ 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘰𝘱𝘦 — 𝐢𝐬𝐦𝐬. #’ ° ･ﾟ: ♡ 𝘺𝘢𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘯 — 𝐢𝐬𝐦𝐬. #q

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✧･ﾟ: *  /  YASMIN & BRAXTON.

THIS WAS TRULY THE MOST drained out he had ever felt in awhile, he didn’t expect this tiny argument to turn into something like this. braxton for sure didn’t know what to do next, or what to say, anything he said could make her want to scream in his face or try and decapitate him or something. she was scary, but he was indeed turned on at the fact that she was interested in him, she wouldn’t be saying those things if she wasn’t, he had fell for her but could not admit that to her or himself. “ all you’re doing is shouting at me and thinking that i’ll change my mind about liking you back or something, ” he was quick to let a chuckle escape from his mouth as he rolled his eyes in annoyance, “ are you done yet though ? the boys wanna hangout and i told them i’d only be busy for an hour, ” that was his way of telling her he was done with this conversation, hoping she’d actually let him leave. “ damn baby, don’t have to be so harsh towards me you know ? i didn’t do ANYTHING to do, stop being so dramatic, it’s not a good look on you, ” he mocked the tone of her voice (well he tried his best to ) , a slight smirk tugging at his lips as his eyes were focused on her face, “ you’re attached, stop trying to tell yourself you’re not because i can see right through you refusing to admit it, ” the smirk never leaving his face. braxton stayed quiet for a few seconds, trying his best to focus on her next actions as the two just sat there and stared at each other, times like this made him really want to admit his feelings for her but he needed to be stronger than this, he could NOT, no matter what. her lips were now against his, and even though he wanted so badly to just pull away so she knew what he was feeling, he couldn’t help but keep his lips against her soft ones, the ones that instantly attracted him to her. if he could choose one of her best features on her face, it would be those lips that drove him absolutely insane. braxton realized what was going on as soon as she pulled away from his lips, his eyes opening instantly before they glanced hers, shaking his head gently as he took a deep breath, the biggest lie coming from his mouth, “ i stilldon’t feel anything for you, i’m sorry. ”

WORDS STING AND SO DOES TOUCH, feels like sparks are pressing at reckless digits the longer she keeps ahold of braxton. she drops her hands in an instant as though she’s grazed a hot stove; he’s COLD but burns at her chest and throat. surprisingly, yasmin has no more to say. the ravenette sucks her lips between her teeth as though to taste whatever was left of him — savouring his essence before her due departure. she recollects whatever remains of her pride and musters up the courage to clamber from his lap, turning on her heel and pacing a few feet toward the cramped kitchen of her apartment. the nonchalant expression she’d possessed prior drops once she’s momentarily concealed, contorting into a blank void of disappointment. she feigns composure ( face the visual of stone ) when she’s back in view of the male, leant over the countertop as she studies his stature. sat there on her couch like that, he looks like a furnishing — belongs there, almost. taking him in aches her tummy, twists butterflies into moths; her breath hitches and she swallows back the lump at her vocals, wetting her lips as a heavy silence lingers in the space between them. she breaks it with, “just —... okay. whatever you say, brax. forget about it. i’m done with this, whatever this is, so you do you." it’d be weird to not see him again — she knew she wouldn’t, through her own choosing. what, was she going to keep FUCKING him as though this never happened? the thought crosses her mind and the pang in her torso is abrupt to reject the idea. yasmin was so sure, SO damn sure that braxton had felt that same simmer, recognised those little shared moments as she recalled so fondly. perhaps not; feels i g n o r a n t for how wrong she was despite the inkling of a twitch in her gut that she hadn’t conjured this whole scenario from nowhere. the femme stares at him expectantly ( oh, if looks could kill ), “you should go. got your boys to meet, remember? and i have a date to get ready for, actually.” the obnoxious demeanour she’d earlier possessed has faltered to no more than her regular mannerisms, if not a little flat. she’s not lying about her date — hadn’t quite lied about her detachment, either. yasmin yearned for braxton, doted on him ( without even realising up until the very second she confessed her feelings ), yet wasn’t a FOOL — just felt like one. yasmin had options; kept her cards so close to her chest that she often couldn’t read them herself. all she knew was that this hurt. looking at him hurt.

#’ ° ･ﾟ: ♡ 𝘺𝘢𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘯 — 𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐞. #onckiss

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#’ ° ･ﾟ: ♡ 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 — 𝐬𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐚 𝐱 𝐧𝐢𝐱. #q #nsfw

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I WANT YOU TO UNDRESS ME TO THE SOUND OF ALL YOUR DEFENSES COLLAPSING.

Saying The Same Amount In Sex As We Could In Ten Conversations | Lora Mathis  (via lora-mathis)

#’ ° ･ﾟ: ♡ 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 — 𝐲𝐚𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐧 𝐱 𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐱𝐭𝐨𝐧. #’ ° ･ﾟ: ♡ 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 — 𝐬𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐚 𝐱 𝐧𝐢𝐱.

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#dat ass though #10/10 would do

#’ ° ･ﾟ: ♡ — 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘴. #nsfw

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#’ ° ･ﾟ: ♡ — 𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵.

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✧･ﾟ: *  /  CAMELLIA & RILEY.

     if riley was anything, it was a lethal combination of reckless and stubborn. she was supposed to be the maybach sister who actually had a shot at turning out normal, but somehow her dad’s genes had presented even stronger in her, and she was just as much of an adrenaline junkie as he had been in his younger years. it’s a blessing and a curse — her fearlessness. it’s saved her life many times, yet it’s usually the thing that puts her in the situations where she’s needed saving in the first place. but she’s self-sufficient — and she prides herself on that. she knows she can’t trust anyone besides herself, not ever. not even cami. yet, somehow, without even realizing it, cami still forces her into a different headspace. for one, riley actually has to consider someone else’s safety, now that they’re inevitably stuck together until the horde passes them by. but, on a deeper level, there’s something about cami that seems to make time slow down around them. it’s what had attracted riley to her in the first place. she’d wanted to try and rile up the smaller girl, drawn to the challenge of getting a reaction out of her. that’s how riley typically was in relationships — attracted to the novelty, present when things were exciting and new at first, though she’d quickly become bored and see her way out once the initial excitement died. she and cami had lasted longer than average, though — something about the way cami could calm her down in a way no one else could. it hadn’t been riley’s boredom that had caused the cataclysmic end to their relationship, but instead her own carelessness — the reckless side of her that eventually dragged cami through one-too-many altercations for her own good. when the arguing had started, riley leaned into it, figuring any emotional reaction from cami ( even negative ) meant that the other girl still cared. but from there, it became almost like a game — making each other jealous, possessive, to the point that even riley began to get exhausted. after their final fight — the tornado of an altercation that led to their break up — riley figured she’d fucked things up beyond repair. the words passed between them had seemed unforgivable. so, truthfully, she’d never expected to see cami again. but now it was like they were the last two people on earth, and riley couldn’t help but see the irony in the situation. “i told you, i didn’t set it off,” she mutters through gritted teeth. her eyes aren’t on cami, instead they’re on the gash on her arm, her lithe fingers prying the small pieces of glass from the open wound, barely even flinching at the pain. she’s almost confused when cami begins to tend to her arm — but then she chides her for not being careful and riley easily falls back into an eye roll. “i survived this far, didn’t i?” she quips back. and she has a point. making it this far into the apocalypse is a feat, especially on her own. “if it spread through shit like this, i’d be dead by now. i’ve had worse, anyhow.” she thinks back to the broken ankle she’d nursed on her own in the dead of winter — the closest she thinks she’s ever come to death, struggling to keep herself from freezing to death when she could barely walk. let alone the hunger, she’s half focused on the stinging pain in her arm as the other girl makes quick work of wrapping it, but she listens curiously as she offers up information about her life — hating the fact that she’s relieved that cami’s found a group for herself. riley wouldn’t wish the mind-numbing pain of being alone on anyone, even if her own solitude is a life she’s chosen for herself. “there’s an infirmary?” it’s the first question out of her mouth and she feels a bit jarred by the idea that there’s any sort of actual civilization amongst all the ruin. she’s almost forgotten how society was before all of this. “if you’re looking for pharmaceuticals, there’s a safe in the drug store a few blocks over. i know how to get in.” she offers up the information without even thinking — but it’s not like she needs all the medication for herself. she’s only one person. “most of the city is picked clean, though. if you’re looking for food, you’re not gonna find it here.” once her arm is properly dressed, she paces the small room, needing to put some distance between herself and the other girl. it’s almost weird hearing the sound of her own voice after being alone for so long. she can’t remember the last time she’s had an actual conversation. she doesn’t like to think about the fact that she might miss it. “i work alone,” she says bluntly, barely even registering the fact that cami was joking. she sits on an overturned crate, holding out her arm in front of her and bending it back and forth a few times to test the bandage, despite the sting. “honestly, i would’ve figured you as good as dead by now,” she admits, tongue tracing over her teeth as she eyed the other girl up and down. “i circled by your place a few times when this shit started, but y’weren’t there.” at the mention of her family, she simply shrugs. “they were on a ski trip in colorado when this all went to shit. they’ve got to be dead.” she talks about it casually, so detached from it at this point. for a moment, she wonders if she’s made a mistake by letting cami know she’s on her own — knowing it could easily make her a target for whatever “group” she’s working for. but she figures it’s too late for that, so she just shakes her head. “just me. s’all i need, really. other people just slow me down.” outside, she can hear the horde slowly approaching, barely phased by the sound of bodies scraping by against the metal garage door. “how long do you think we’re stuck in here for?” she speaks up, eyebrows raised at the other girl. and then, just to see if she could get a reaction out of her: “you ever killed anyone?”

SHE ROLLS CHOCOLATE HUES, exasperation chiming at her expression as she drops her fumbling hand lank to her side. camellia bites, “then who DID set the alarm off? let me guess — it’s the zombies fault, suddenly intellectual and in t y p i c a l riley fashion, they’re people too! riley the righteous, as inquisitive as ever, believes they must have kept SOMETHING human inside them, TICKING like a brain bomb. just tryna’ drive themselves home, huh?” her words soften toward the end of her theatrical rampage ( animated arm gestures and all ), soon realising how ridiculous she sounds. “i’m messing with you, by the way.” kind of. regardless, her face was glossed over with irate disbelief and a sense of entertainment, lips pursed and her tongue pressing to the roof of her mouth as she slumps down onto the dusty concrete; equipping her bag as a rather uncomfortable pillow. she was certain, knowing riley, that her residual carelessness had ensued and triggered that alarm, the reverberate continuously drawing more of the undead to the city street ( and to the shutter door of the garage ). her ears perk up and force against the incoming hoard. perhaps it were a good sign, after all. “well, WHOEVER it was —..,” she retorts mockingly, “may have hindered me — or US — before, but they might’ve just helped us out now. the lame brains will get bored of bothering us eventually and be drawn back out toward the car, along with however many others." cami asserts the situation ( as always ) with her apocalypse induced wisdom. there’s a sense of vice to her words, enthused sarcasm dripping from her tone. she’d have hoped to be back at camp by dawn, yet a chance encounter led by riley’s foolishness had hindered this plan. she exhales a sigh and soon shrinks back into her usual pattern of passive empathy. as frustrated as she were that the girl may have put the lives of others at risk ( hers as well as the little kid in the infirmary that she’d been sent to scout penicillin for, namely ), camellia knew the struggle of being alone; had been before. when you’re alone, you’re alone — you forget, especially in this wreckage. you forget about other people and you forget that they matter, usually because when you’re by yourself, they don’t. none of this really does; hence why camellia doesn’t jibe much further. “besides,” she murmurs, “i don’t believe it works like that. i helped treat a guy who i saw get hurt — caught himself on a screw — with no creepy walkies in sight. the infection set in quick —... TOO quick. checked him for bites, when he..,” she whistles ( a little distastefully ), immediately regretful. “y’know. there was none whatsoever — not even a tooth mark or a scratch. you can treat general infection but i mean INFECTION. must’ve got some zombie guts in the cut, or had somethin’ else going on that herbs and the basic pharmaceuticals couldn’t soothe.” the ravenette lifts her gaze for less than a second, wonders whether to patronise her with the notion of luck, instead opting for, “can never be too careful, ri — never too late to learn that.” camellia forgets that for some, civilisation no longer exists — it’s just rubble, broken glass, abandoned urbanity and blood ( so much blood ) — hence why a lone brow is quipped, a sad smile tugging at her lips. she’d love to tell riley all about the infirmary, the plants they’re considering growing ( plant some hope into the femme stood before her, maybe ); knows better than to elaborate any further, having fallen once for a friendly face who’d claimed to be ‘alone’, soon before a strike of a weapon and a demand to be led to her settlement. they called it an exchange, her life for supplies, neither of which they managed to claim. she combs subconscious digits against a scar on her neck from the blade that just about broke skin, a painless reminder of a painful event. could she trust riley? it seemed like a lifetime ago, stung like it was yesterday; wounds scarcely healed in this world, yet also seemed nonexistent. camellia often felt everything, or nothing — mind focused on survive, survive, survive. the mention of a safe sparks her interest, her features bewildered and quizzical. “so, you’d be willing to show me this supply jackpot? like —... a d a t e?” a playful simper curls at one corner of her mouth and she snuffs a chuckle, lolling into the ground as her knee arches upward. “but seriously — y’think i don’t already know the city’s picked clean? been here time after time, poking at its bones.” heavy eyes trace patterns into the cracked plaster of the ceiling, humming outward in thought. “reminds me; d’you remember fried chicken?” cami grins, lazy and childlike, somewhat convinced she’d made the delicacy up in a fever dream. she eyes riley as she paces to and fro, her amusement simmering down as quickly as it’d came only to be replaced by a warm sadness. what with the way they’d ended and the way things had been, her heart aches at the idea of riley looking out for her like that; wandering aimlessly for a hint of her existence, despite giving up on the idea much like every other. “the world was ending as we knew it and you came to MY house? what about that girl you cheated on me with? you check up on her too, or am i just special?” there’s a fondness in her vocals but she’s being ironic, a meaningless joke gesturing to the past — she recalls the years where her concerns lay only with infidelity and money; how silly that seems now. she doesn’t care anymore. none of that matters. as unsurprised by riley’s nonchalant remark about her own family ( they’d all lost somebody, or too many a somebody ) as camellia is, she’s jilted by her follow up remarks. “i say we stay for a few hours, maybe.” hairs on end and a lump in her throat, she solemnly adds, “and yes.” the new world worked in a funny way. you didn’t ask someone how they were or what their favourite colour was ( was there even colour anymore? ). you asked if they’d ever killed someone — were they undead or alive? her mom was the first, but camellia wouldn’t admit which she had been. wavering frays of breath catch in her throat and she stares ahead, glassed orbs squeezing shut before they snap straight back open again; she didn’t want to replay that memory behind the darkness of her eyes. it’s obvious, but she returns the query. “what about you?”

#’ ° ･ﾟ: ♡ 𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘢 — 𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐞. #feminince #tw: blood #tw: death

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✧･ﾟ: *  /  SASKIA & NIX.

       nix hates how powerless she feels as she watches saskia walk over to sit in the swing, not sure if she should take her movement as a good or a bad sign. she uses the opportunity to wipe her tear on her sleeve, rolling her eyes at herself, at how weak she feels. growing up in the family she did — a constant witness to the dramatic fights between her parents — she’d shut herself off from a young age. not much could make her cry, and she couldn’t even remember the last time she’s cried in front of someone else. but saskia has an effect on her that no one else does — she has the raven-haired girl wrapped around her finger without even realizing. it drives nix crazy, especially when saskia looks at her in utter disbelief when she brings up love. it causes nix to forget about how vulnerable she feels in her confession — overpowered by the thought that the other girl doesn’t even believe her. she wants to grab her by the shoulders and shake her until she understands how serious she is — but she doesn’t move from her spot on the porch, trying to respect her space. she just shakes her head slowly. “ how can you not see it? ” she would laugh if she didn’t feel so pathetic. “ not just falling, like—… fuck, sas, i’m in love with you. ” just saying it out loud has her heart picking up speed. she has to force her feet to stay planted where they are, like it’d be easier to run and hide, and she holds her breath when the other girl approaches her. tired eyes watch as she brings her hand to her lips, laughing sadly as she holds it to her cheek. a gesture so small is somehow so comforting, and she lets her thumb sooth gently over the soft skin, feeling herself falling even harder when she meets saskia’s eyes again. “ it’s new to me too. ” she shakes her head. “ i’ve been with girls, but it���s never … i’ve never felt like this. nothing comes close to this—… to you, saskia, ” she admits with a shaky breath. “ you know how fucking scary that is? it’d be so easy for you to break my heart. ” it’s terrified her since day one. her eyes fall shut at the feeling of the other girl’s hand on her face, a comforting touch so unusual to nix, and she leans her cheek into her palm, letting it be silent for a moment as she tries to collect herself. “ i love you, ” she says it again just to try and get used to the way it feels, even though her voice shakes. “ and i promise you i’m trying my best. i want to be good for you. ” slowly, she’s starting to relax, melting further into the girl’s touch. “ don’t say that. don’t apologize. ” the thought that saskia would suddenly go back to the way things were just to appease her makes her feel even more guilty. “ i know that’s not what you want. i’ve been dragging you along. i know. it’s not fair to you. ” she feels like her heart is going to beat out of her chest as saskia presses her forehead to hers. “ be with me. be my girlfriend. ” the words feel strange and foreign coming out of her mouth, but not unwelcome. “ that’s what i want. i don’t want it to be up in the air anymore. ”

SHE’S BEWILDERED BY THIS SIDE OF NIX, having known she could love but not —... love. careless whispers, sweet nothings, tender touches, the way nix would trace attentive digits on her back as she fell asleep, curled into her side with long kisses to her forehead; this didn’t mean love. for a while saskia had amounted her feelings to lust, an addiction to loving on the girl — but not loving. whatever came in between their trysts were momentary fillers, and somewhere among this saskia had fallen too hard to pick herself up from. she felt she’d loved nix longer than she’d known how to breathe, so it’s easy for her to exhale without a murmur of hesitation, “i love you, too.” her quickening pulse rate seems to heel, her pummelling chest sinking to a peaceful pitter patter. her admission bubbles to the surface like sputtered water; she’d been drowning in her attachment for an eternity, it felt. the side of saskia’s thumb caresses tear stained skin, holding her face as nix moulds into her touch, a moment of silent adoration to fuse a wordless bond. saskia hadn’t had this before, this overwhelming surge of e n a m o u r — this impulse to devote and cherish. she wanted to keep her forever and stay in this moment for even longer. “you’re scared, i know — and —... and i am too, okay? i’ve never felt like this before, never had someone like you; someone that makes me happy. you drive me insane but GOD, i’m insane for you. and as long as you are for me as well, you don’t gotta be GOOD for me.” the girl pauses, b r e a t h l e s s, tongue wetting parted lips and eyes glossing as gentle digits tangle in raven hair. “you’re good. you’re what i want — WHO you are, the way you are.” she holds nix between her hands like a bomb, one she can’t quite defuse; knows to handle her with caution, wants to keep her inert like this in case she changes her mind ( knows her lover to be a flight risk ). the word girlfriend sounds so pretty thrumming from nix, her plead chiming bells in saskia’s ears — she decides she could get pretty used to it. she thoughtlessly retorts, “can i think about it?” a measly attempt at humour, a purr of nervous laughter sounding for milliseconds before she’s following up with, “yeah. please, yeah — your girlfriend. i want that — want you.” the concluding mumble is pressed to her lips in a doting kiss; seals it to her mouth like a secret, her nose brushing into that of the other. she allows it to sink and then withdraws herself, studying nix’s delicate features; angelic but dirty faced, rough around the edges in the way saskia adored. she notes that nix had only been to her house as a drive by, but never inside — they spent much of their time at her apartment ( saskia’s choice ). there was a whole alternate universe that she lived in aside from this, one that triggered her to weigh the pros and cons of inviting her GIRLFRIEND into her own home. she’d be met by the almost spotless ( and expensive ) interior of her living room, luxury in contrast to the scattered ( and empty ) bottles of alcohol loitering both the coffee table and adjacent open spaced kitchen countertops. her mom was asleep, would stay that way a while — wouldn’t care if she had company in the case it were female. “do you want to —... stay? tonight, i mean.”

#’ ° ･ﾟ: ♡ 𝘴𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘢 — 𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐞. #feminince #q

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✧･ﾟ: *  /  SASKIA & IAN.

            had he understood her reference, it’d likely gauge more of a reaction, though he remained part of the two percent that had never seen the iconic film. so in place of laughter, he cocks a brow, grin growing at the animated gesture following the comment. “ ahh..the mouse makes sense.” he says matter-of-factually, head casually nodding as dark hues fall down her quite confusing ensemble once again. and while he couldn’t decipher much outside of slutty animal, unlike nate, he knew better than to argue with a female. “ sorry i confused it for a raccoon.” his own hue of pink flushes over his cheeks, finding comfort in what he believed to be a fake giggle. at least she attempted to console him on his aging humor, he could appreciate that much, even had he struggled with forcing such emotions himself. and while he suddenly wished he’d put more effort into his appearance, he was surprised his three year old flannel and ripped knee skinny jeans could attract someone such as herself. or maybe it was sympathy, regardless, he’d take a pity plea at this rate if it meant he could talk to her five minutes longer. however, as she continues to talk, his grin wavers. of course she thought he was nate, who wouldn’t. the slightest hint of annoyance rests on his features as he uncomfortably shifts in his seat. would she have shown the same interests had she known he wasn’t ? sure, she’d said he’d gotten cuter, but what if she’d approached him with the expectation of his arguably more charming twin ? “ oh dear, “a cold chuckle falls from his lips, dark curls bouncing as he shakes his head. “ of course you think i’m nate. ” perhaps there was a hint of resentment, lips pursed as he debates how to be the bearer of bad news to the petite femme. “ listen, if you’re looking for the idiot he’s somewhere around here wearing a stuffed cat costume. you’ll see a picture of my face in the other head hole.” his vibe turns rather dismissive, disappointment washing over his features a sigh falls from his lips, suddenly wishing he hadn’t wasted the twenty hours of battery on his headphones. “nice to meet you though, saskia. i’m ian, the twin you never see at places like this.”

SHE EYES FRECKLED CHEEKS FLUSHED ROSE and can’t help the way her lips scrunch into a playful smile, simultaneously endeared and e n a m o u r e d by the male sat beside her. “hmm, it’s okay. you’re forgiven, for now,” she thrums, animatedly blinking between her words ( subtle flirtation, poorly done ). “i’m not sure what i’m meant to be, really; a racoon is a viable option. i s’pose if you’re ‘awkward guy sitting next to a beautiful girl’, i could be ‘unknown but CUTE animal who has no idea how to talk to pretty guys, sitting next to a pretty guy’ — yours is catchier than mine, though.” she talks a little too fast and a little too much, and finds herself blushing on the contrary while feigning a soft bout of jilted laughter. she tilts her head as his demeanour shifts, body language signalling his distaste at her innocent confusion — it made sense, a sudden bashful recollection pressing at parted lips that indeed, there’d been two ( however, she’d only ever HEARD of a brother, not met nor seen him ). she recalled a rumour her friend had spread about ian being a tall tale nate had spun to play girls, skip classes or whatever other convenience he could toy with. it was an urban myth, up until now. his features are a picture in contrast that boyish smile, the seemingly shy yet comical character he’d been moments prior. she feels a pang of remorse in her chest; thinks she’d tugged at the wrong heart string. “then that must mean you’re the cuter twin, huh?” saskia says it gently, as though she’s breaking bad news — a feeble attempt of sympathy toward her honest mistake. she forces a simper and shuffles a fraction closer, taking her lesser lip between her teeth in a nervous tic and averting her gaze to the array of songs present on his open music app. she holds out her hand and taps her fingers to her palm, hesitating for a response before she’s taking his phone regardless ( the girl knows no boundaries ). she flits through, humming in approval as an attempt to disperse his tension. “didn’t peg you for a ‘charlie puth’ kind of guy,” she muses, her index digit coming to a gradual halt. “a lot of ‘the neighbourhood’ here. my favourite band, actually.” emerald glints in her eye as she peers up at him, adding, “you have good taste.” she hopes the compliment will smooth things over but god, she has to apologise — just HAS to. the elephant in the room is lodged in her throat. “m’ sorry i thought you were nate. that must get really old, right? it’s just ‘cause i haven’t met you before, and i saw you and just, y’know — thought —... you were really, REALLY hot and — i didn’t know who you were — or —… weren’t, i guess — ‘til i got up close, but i didn’t come over here thinking you were him, and actually — i know he’s your brother but i find him really obnoxious and that — that flicky thing he does with his hair, like, what IS that?” her words come out in a sighed flurry; an arrayed mumble, the side of her hand pressing to her forehead. “i should come with a warning label. talks too much and upsets twins, or — TWIN. caution!” she forces a grimace of a smile and a trembling laugh, flattens her skirt and readies herself to stand, still clutching his device. “i should —... go.”

#’ ° ･ﾟ: ♡ 𝘴𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘢 — 𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐞. #latenghts #q

[bcstmistake]

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