now he just looks devastated.      mica's mouth falls open, but      he remains silent, unable to       voice any kind of reply that      will make any of it better.

     ❝ they.. y-you left a pack before      you left. th-they.. they reminded      me of y-you.. ❞

      ❝ riiiiiiiiiiiight. so if you ain't been          smokin', why d'you stink of          cigarettes? ❞

   ❝ what..? no. n-no. why.. wh-why    would  you  th-think that? i-i-.. no!    i’m not.. i d-don’t! um.. ❞

      blink. blink blink. flowers make       him sneeze, but he'll let her.       ❝ f---fine. what colour roses? ❞

( excrucix )     ‘ you’d look cute with flowers in your hair.     roses i think. yeah — c-can i make you one ?     please —- seeing as you’re my boyf-friend ‘n’     all….you k-kinda have you right ? “

       ❝ never said i had one, i was just           askin' why you needed one. you           haven't been pickin' up bad habits,           have you? ❞

    ❝ trick  question.  you  should’ve        said no! i thought y-you qu-quit! ❞

fearcaned said: rp is when u write some trash, pass it off as shakespeares shit and cry abt ur feelings babe

well i can probs do all that so why not eh

      ❝ what d'you need one for? ❞

       one knee sock has fallen down &        her half up hair is wavy and messy,        i guess  someone  didn’t go home        last night.         ❝ d’you h-have a lighter? ❞

fearcaned said: BABE

hello :3 i was gone for ages and now i don't think i understand rp anymore haha

i don't know what i'm doing

( i miss it here. )

hi i promise I'll be back soon ok don't forget about me!!

    ( her hips are bucking and       grinding against him and       the hiss against her lips       is completely involuntary.       his hands release her wrists       and slide upwards, knotting       into her hair and using it as        leverage to yank her face        upwards, giving him an easier       vantage point to suck on her       bottom lip before biting down.       she speaks, and he smiles.       his hands find her hips and        push, beginning to walk her       backwards. )

          ( as fingers pressed harder into toned, soft flesh —             rowan couldn’t help the small moan from inevitably             passing glossy brims. it was a trigger of hers, like an             on/off button —- she’d only get hotter and hotter for it.             the act of being restrained only added to her arousal             and then their lips were locking—- her teeth and kisses             halting in their actions when allowing greedy kisses. )                                   “ ……- — - ” ( laboured breaths exchanged            between them, and rowan tilted her head back to speak — body            never ceasing it’s persistent rolling. ) ” no. “

       ( there's a triumphant smirk          stretching his lips as he           stares at her, eyes never           leaving hers. his rough          grip tightens momentarily          before releasing, both of          his hands finding her arms          and looping hard around her          wrists, pinning them to her          sides. he can't stop the low          growl from ripping out of his          throat at the bites peppering          his jaw -- and that's it. he's           done. still pressing her hands          to her sides, he catches her           mouth with his and kisses her,          hot and wet and rough. )                 "Was there ever any question                   of me wanting to fuck you?"

              ” ——- i speak only zee’ tru —- !!! “               there was a level of cutting bitterness to               her words as she began to speak — preparing               to lay into august verbally before strong, rough               digits connected with flesh that craved to be,               ached —- to be touched more, more more !               she’s not easily won over but when a guy knows               just where to touch & how much pressure to apply               —- even in the midst of an argument               a strong-minded valkyrie like herself would buckle.               back arches and rowan presses herself against august’s               considerably larger frame — a breath hitching and catching               her by surprise. pearly whites bit into her lesser lip as she               growled playfully, rocking her rear back and forth into his hand               just a little whilst small hands twisted within fiery locks and pulled               his head back to bite across august jaw idly.                                         ” baby, you’re the one grabbing me…                                              —— i know you want to fuck me too. “

He is so beautiful.

    ( he folds his arms over his       chest, rocking back on his       heels slightly. his eyes are       wide--they're always wide--       but there's something slightly       more unhinged in the air around       him. maybe that's why he's been       acting so out of sorts today. )         "essayer de m'arrêter."     ( he's almost done with the conversation:       this boy gets bored easily. but then her       next words come and he's stalking       forward, inches from her face and he       takes her chin in long, strong fingers       and angles it up to him. )            "i always know when people are lying to me."     ( and he gives her a smirk. the hand       not holding her face traces lightly       down the violin curve of her waist,       skimming round the fabric of her       clothing. his eyes don't leave hers       as he roughly grabs a handful of--       admittedly amazing--derriere and       wrenches her closer towards him,        pressing her against him. )               "i know you'd fuck me, honey."

     ( she scoffs at the boy before her,        all traces of sweetness having wiped        clean off of rowan’s face; now replaced        by a deadpan expression. a little tug & she’s        slipping from his grasp — fingers sinking into        the deep pockets of her jacket. )                        ”ne m’appelez pas le miel, le miel. ”         ( she shifts on the spot, calculating stare flickering           between august and the faint glow radiating from           a nearby lamppost. almost conveying boredom. )                         ” like i’d let you fuck me, please. “ 

   he's shocked by the kiss    but it's not enough to break    the concentration. instead,     eyes wide, he'll smirk against    her mouth and press his hands    against her sides, running long     fingers all the way down to the     top of her thighs. he breaks away    from the kiss.       "Blink."

she keeps her eyes on him while he moves, body tenses up as she prepares for whatever he might throw at her.

"Sensitive baby will lose.”

and she doesn’t flinch when he moves in closer. instead, she’ll grin, darting forward and pressing her lips against his. how’s that for winning?

    "Maybe I just know how      to spend my time wisely.      I don't feel like Googling      it."

             ❝ loser. g o o g l e it. ❞

    a smirk lights up his     face. he stands -- the     eye contact unbreaking --     and edges his way towards     the girl, stopping just short     of her and allowing him to     loom. he's not above cheating.          "Sensitive baby never loses."     he ducks, closing the     considerable gap between     them and putting his face     right in hers.

how is he doing this? most humans are weak and scrawny, not able to take on a challenge, but not him.

"Did I offend? You are. Sensitive baby. And sensitive baby will lose."