for @twistxdtales continued from here

Julian gasped, probably a little more dramatic than it was needed, before letting his body fall backwards into the chair. There was still a hint of amusement on his features but for once it was her who broke eye contact after dropping that kind of bomb at him. Because something was indeed different now, yet for all of his skills the man failed to put the right set of words able to truly describe it. After another moment Julian realized that maybe Laura herself wasn’t sure about what was happening, what had changed - he knew that she realized it now, she was perceptive enough to not fool herself anymore - and that only made him reach for the glass of whiskey again, downing it in one go before jumping on his legs and chasing after her. “Whoa, hey, where are you going?”, his fingers had already wrapped around Laura’s shoulder. It was better that way, otherwise there was a big chance he was about to reach out for her and do something to surprise both of them. “Don’t run away now, I know you are not that kind of a woman. Come and sit down again. Let’s talk this through, dear, what do you say?”

closed starter for @gcldenhcurs

Time had been kind to her, the woman he once knew, looking just the same as when he last saw her - the morning before the truth about her little scam came to light. Things didn't look just the same with him - Julian had been in an accident since that time, prior to his loss of a close friend because of a case gone wrong and then, a few months of not working had left his mind spiraling back and forth. All of that had taken it's toll on him. But that didn't mean that he'd forgotten about her - quite the contrary. And here she finally was. "Well, well, well..." The man carefully closed the door behind him, then turned to finally face her - the woman haunting his dreams ever since. "What was that saying? 'Small world', right?" He was smiling, but it wasn't reaching his eyes. A hand went over his jawline, as if debating what to say next - when in fact he had figured it out a long time ago. "What name are you using now, Talia?"

status: open to f 24+ ( there’s a chance i’ll be selective if we don’t already have a thread together/are not mutuals ) plot: here !! note: please, do not like my starters & make sure to read the rules in the source <3

It was nothing new for Julian to celebrate another win at the court with her, a perfect excuse for both of them to drink a little bit more than on an ordinary work night. Yet all of this, the drinks, the food, the subtle flirting was nothing more than just that, a way for him to both entertain his own imagination but without stepping any invisible boundaries. He knew that it wasn’t unwelcome on her part, otherwise why would she accept being with him after all this time, but something kept him from making a real step forward, preferring to wait for her. Not that this meant he didn’t let his mouth roam, always slipping compliments and teasing whenever given the chance. At this point it had become like a ritual he didn’t felt like stopping. “Ah, I saw that look, don’t forget. Fell for me yet, dear?”