In desperate need of coffee the brunette beauty made her way into the local coffee shop, lifting a finger to get the attention of the barista. Taking a seat at the counter she grabbed a napkin and placed it in front of her, “a double Ristretto.” Watching the male scurry away to make her order, Talia shook her feet anxiously waiting. 

@lilipisano

samanthaebelrose:

Samantha loved everything about her sisters. Although, it would take her time to figure out and get to learn about Sophia and Talia on an emotional level. Still, the recent moments of her spending with them made day by day easier for Sam to simply grasp. Today was nothing out of the ordinary. Comfortable adjusting herself upon the couch, oceanic hues focused upon her older sister now before clenching a pillow near her. “Sex?” She questions with furrowed brows, inhaling a sharp breath before shaking her head. Eventually, Sam laughs lightly before shaking her head, “No to the sex topic. I am still a virgin. So, no need to worry about that. Beside, nothing too incredible has been going on. I found a job at a local coffee shop. I think they were desperate to have someone because someone quit immediately after I started my shift.” She informs Talia with a tight smile, a shrug rolling off her shoulders. “What about you? How is it to be home?”

Talia folded her arms across her chest and leaned forward as she awaited for an answer from her baby sister, and while she waited for those few seconds she could only pray that Samantha was still pure and innocent, at least that was what she was hoping for. A sigh of relief followed as Sam revealed to her that she was in fact a virgin, but for some reason she wasn’t quite sure if Sam was pulling her leg or not. Cocking a brow she moved her head slightly from side to side, still beaming at her sister trying to read her. “You do know they have tests that can tell me if you are or aren’t right? We don’t have to make this trip to the doctor’s office do we?” She asked, her voice firm as ever. “Listen don’t let anyone pressure you into sex, because you’ll feel like you will love them and they will love you. Don’t let any asshole ruin your worth, because if I come to find out that someone did, they will not live to see the sun the next morning, or moon that night. Depends on when I find out.” She added, Talia could only hope that if she ever got serious or ever thought about doing it that she could come to her and talk to her about things as such. All she wanted to do was to be there and look out for her little sister. Running her tongue over her lips as Sam continued she nodded, glad that she was able to find a job and make some money for herself. “Thats great, don’t let them boss you around there either, tell them your sister has a very large gun and she is not afraid to us it.” She added with a slight tilt of her head. “And what about school, are you still doing that or no?” Talia asked, “me? Not much, just the usual work, nothing interesting here at all.”

Still in her uniform, the brunette was on her way home from work on this dark night as she rode her bike. Traffic in LA was horrible, but she was sure that it was better then some places in the States. Talia had the green light to go, but as she revved her bike to move from her spot a male came into her sight in which she quickly clutched and stopped, placing both of her feet on the ground she reached up and pulled her full covered helmet off, flicking her head so her hair was out of her face. “What the fuck?! Don’t you see the walking sign? Are you trying to fucking die tonight?” She asked, her green eyes beaming at the dark haired male. 

@jaxonmorgan

Yes, Sir.

The Belrose sisters were not the perfect siblings, each one of them had their own flaws, and well it was what made them unique in their own way. Talia loved both of her sisters, and although she didn’t get to spend a lot of time with them, she tried the best she could, even when she was away during a tour. So this time around, after finding out that Samantha had been kidnapped, pronounce dead, the brunette sat across from her baby sister, narrowing her eyes down at her. “Okay, so I want to know everything that happened while I was away. And I mean everything. Did you have sex? Cause sex.....is bad. Your not allowed to have sex your still too young.”

@samanthaebelrose

― Letters to Juliet (2010) “I’m not a big believer in happy endings, I’m afraid.”

sebxtaitt:

“I weigh an’ awful lot,” Sebastian amended with a soft good-natured sort of lopsided smile. “I’m goin’ ta’ take that as a compliment, the you not bein’ able to give me a black eye thing. That is.” He’d chuckled, knowing good and well that if he ever did anything to deserve it she’d make an exception to that and justifiably be likely to break his nose. Due to his career choice he was usually pretty good at restraining feisty individuals, but he was still pretty damn sure that Talia could take him. “Test drive the car? That sounds, well, not very respectful a way ta’ put it I guess but– a’ight. I’m not sayin’ i’m one of those people who is waitin’ until marriage. Far from. I’m just sayin’ I don’t go out to the bar an’ find random people to hop into bed with an’ then never see again. I’d rather go out first, actually get to know someone a little, and then lead into sex after it seems like we get along and have had a good time together.” He’d admittedly had a one night stand experience before, a little too drunk to be more reasonable, and he wholly regretted the occurrence– not looking to repeat it again with anyone else. It just seemed like such a waste to him, and he very simply just didn’t favor such encounters. 

“You could jus’ tell me ta’ shut my trap, but I promise it’s dropped fer now.” Sebastian gestured as if to ‘cross his heart’ and just like that he instead focused on his suggestion of dinner. “What’s any of this have ta’ do with going out to dinner? So, we have different opinions. Don’t mean we can’t be friends, yeah? Or, acquaintances. Whatever it is you’d prefer ta’ call it. Just food. Small talk. You death glarin’ at me when I hold the door open for ya’. No talk a’ me tryin’ to set you up with one of my friends or anything either, I pinky swear. Scout’s honor. An’ I really was a boyscout.” 

“I’m sure I can manage, the training I went through was pretty extensive. And I also hit the gym six times a week and I am a runner. This is all muscle.....” she ran her hand down her curves to in attempts to make her point. A small nod followed as the tall male thanked her for not wanting to give him a black eye, which in itself was a mystery because knowing Talia she didn’t have trouble knocking men off their feet. Perhaps it was Sebastian’s gentleness and his polite ways, she had just to figure it out. Her head tilted slightly to meet her shoulder which also rose at the mention of people testing out the other’s engine in the bedroom. “Respect....a lot of people don’t know what that means or what its like. Sex can be business, or it can be a long term thing for whoever is in a relationship. But i’m sure you know that. People just want to fuck, using their hands are tiring, and buying toys is a weight in the pocket. So why not have the real thing, its not like some people are concerned with the diseases that can be spread because they are not careful. So tell me, if you have a strong attraction for a women, how long can you really keep it in your pants? And how many dates per say would you need in order to just slip her panties off?”She teased, only to narrow her green eyes at him. 

A small laugh finally left her lips as Sebastian told her that she could always tell him to shut his mouth, something she would indeed do, but hearing him say it, well she just couldn’t help herself. “Hmm, how am I guaranteed that you’d actually stop? I mean I will still walk with duct tape in my purse.” She winked at him, “oh I don’t know, I just assumed that it would have to do something with this. You’d take me out and next thing you know your pointing potential guys out, i’ve done this before with some of my girl friends.” She ran her tongue over her lips, before her teeth caught hold of it. “Okay, right. Just food and small talk. When is it? I have to get ready, make sure I have the essentials, duct tape, blindfold and rope in my handbag.” Her green eyes lighting up at the mention of the two objects that she was just so teasing Sebastian with. “Um....no. No. You don’t have to do that, and if you do I will glare you to death. Should I call the funeral parole to have your coffin ready?” Her brows crinkling, “you were? I want some cookies.”

jstleigh:

“You say that as if keeping up with what goes in and out of the movie theatres these days is something I regularly do,” Leighann chuckled softly with a small shake of her head. Usually, she admittedly had more of a tendency to watch a lot of older films. Cult classics, James Bond movies, and Twilight Zone reruns. It wasn’t often a new film caught her eye, though she was of course always willing to give a movie a try. Especially since Talia seemed so keen on it, and well, Leigh trusted the other’s opinion. “I’m going to shank you, am I? We’ll see. Though, you should know popcorn isn’t a worthy tool of bribery in my book. I hardly touch the stuff. Kettlecorn maybe, but sweet potato or kale chips are much more up my alley.” Leighann’s health nut tendencies did have some leeway, but with a marathon coming up in the next few weeks she wasn’t about to dip her hand into a bowl of buttery popcorn. “Okay, i’m sold regardless. We’ll watch it. I’m not a robot, I can occasionally enjoy a cute and catchy animated film. I watch The Muppet Christmas Carol every year if that counts.” 

“Hey now, I just gotta be sure. After all I don’t know how much you’ve changed since i’ve gone, but it is worthwhile finding out from my best running bud is it not?” She asked teasingly as she wiggled her brows at her friend. “Hmmm...” she reached up and tapped her chin at the other’s question only to roll her shoulders. “You know, that depends, are there any knives in reach, or do you have on you? Cause it looks like i’ll have to make a run for it, catch me if you can?” She added with a small chuckle, “oh I know, your a health nut before runs, but compared to other chips its relatively better in a sense? I’ll say yes to sweet potato because the idea of kale chips make me cringed. I still remember the day you made me try it, I swear I almost died. And nope, the Muppet Christmas doesn’t count, its not really cartoons cartoons its like puppets.” She glanced over at Leigh and pressed her lips together trying not to smile. “Besides when’s the last time you went to the movies to watch a film, a new one?” She asked, “looks like i’m going to have to schedule a monthly movie date night for us, because I gotta catch you up. What are you doing tonight? Maybe we can get this Trolls movie evening on the road.”

Sister Sister

It had been months since Talia had saw her sisters, hell it was almost a year since she had seen them. Now, here she was finally back in LA and her first stop was that of her little sisters home. Before making her way to the door, the brunette stood there taking in the scene before her before proceeding up the steps, where she lifted her right hand and rapped on the door about ten times, quickly. She took a step back waiting patiently for the door to swing open, her hands resting against her sides, and her green eyes beaming at the door knob, her ears as sharp as a fox as she tried to listen to the clicking and clacking of the locks being undone.

@sophlacroix , @samanthaebelrose

sebxtaitt:

“So, only willin’ ta be daring when it comes ta’ your career choices then?” His question was softer, referencing the dangers that came with any branch of military. A small endeared smile settled idly on his features as she’d mentioned the fate of anyone who would be daft enough to try to mug her, Talia certainly had a point there. “Personally i’d pass on a’ the superhero gig. Seems like the villains always go after the guy’s family, an’ I couldn’t handle havin’ my younger sister be targeted by some guy with electrostatic comin’ from his hands.” For a brief moment, he’d fed into the small quip– letting her alter the conversation if only for that brief moment. “Eharmony? Is that the religious one? I don’t think i’m that bad. You seem ta’ tolerate me despite all of this, yeah? Ta’ answer why, it’s just a’ at the moment thing. I haven’t found the one yet, an’ I don’t really just do the whole casual hook up thing. Some people, that’s all they want.” His eyebrows furrowed in blatant distaste at her ‘or two’, “Despite yer opinions of men Talia, which I am, I ain’t the type ta’ ‘or two’ er anythin’ of that sort.” A small huff parted his lips, it was hard for him at times that at the end of the day it meant Talia didn’t even trust him, because surely he had to be like all the others. It was fair, he supposed, they hadn’t known one another all that long– maybe he’d earn her trust someday. Not that he’d push it. 

The next small tirade that Talia had gone on struck a chord with him, finally getting the chance to learn what exactly had happened to make her so distrusting. Silently, he nodded. He didn’t agree, he’d never agree that one incident of someone being selfish was worth writing everyone else off but– he understood. “I’ll jus’ say I predict ya’ won’t actually die alone.” Graciously, he took the beer that was slid over the counter towards him. “A pacifier? Not sure it’d have worked anyways.” A small grin rested in place, taking a sip of his beer. “So, guess it’s safe ta’ assume if I were ta’ ask you out ta’ dinner sometime the answer would be a firm ‘no’.?” 

“Exactly, I put my life on the life for the country, so there isn’t anything I wouldn’t do to protect it. Think of it as a mother protecting the child, but in this case its the child protecting the mother. Don’t worry tho, if a fight ever comes this way, i’ll carry you on my back to safety, you’ll get that much.” She replied only to look at him through thick lashes as he would pass on the offer of having a super power. “I guess you got a point, but the villain does go after civilians as well. No one is safe, you know this.” She ran her long slender fingers in her dark locks, only to shake her head at him. “No, no, Christian Mingle is a religious one. Not sure what other religious ones are out there. I tolerate you because I somehow can’t punch you in the face or imagine you with a blackeye, wouldn’t suit you.” She added, only to listen as to why he himself didn’t have a mate. “So what do you do? I mean its how the world operates now, its all about sex. Its why love is so hard to find, hold and keep. If you don’t test drive the car, ain’t no guarantee your keeping it.” The brunette shifted in her spot the moment Sebastian revealed to her that he wasn’t like other men. “Maybe your not, I wouldn’t know. I really don’t want to know cause I don’t want to go down that road. That’s all.”

She brought her bottle to her lips and took a quick swig before setting it back onto the counter, “And what makes you draw such a prediction? Your going to be there to hold my hand and call the nurse?” She teased, “yes a pacifier with duct tape around your face, that way we wouldn’t have to talk about all this stuff.” She narrowed her eyes at him once more, only for the smallest of smiles to form on the corner of her lips, her forehead crinkled at the next revelation. “Me? To dinner? But....why would you ask me to dinner after all of this?” She questioned, only to speak once more before he could answer her, “look if your going to ask me out for dinner, i’m only saying yes for food, and if you try to convince me about giving a guy a chance again i’ll stomp on your feet.”

@sebxtaitt

sebxtaitt:

       “It can happen again,” Sebastian agreed– not backing down from the staredown Talia was currently giving him. Where her gaze was more intense, determined perhaps, his own was much more earnest and merely patient. “It can happen. You could a’ get hit by a bus, or get mugged, or a whole bunch a’ not so fun things. Ya’ could get struck by lightenin’, but should you really stop living your life jus’ because there’s a possibility of getting hurt? There’s also a chance of being happy.” He knew it wasn’t something he could change this easily, but he wasn’t going to just give up either. It wasn’t that he thought Talia, or anyone for that matter, needed  a man or a relationship… he just wished Talia wouldn’t so blatantly dismiss the possibility of falling in love again. He couldn’t help caring, couldn’t help wanting the best for her. “I never said ya’ needed one. I’m jus’ saying that there’s a possibility one could a’ be out there for ya’.” A shrug decorated his shoulders, knowing his window on the subject wouldn’t last long before she just up and asked him to shut his trap. “No, i’m not. Nor am I sayin’ you should exactly be in a relationship right now either. I however am lookin’, and open ta the ideal of being fortunate enough to make someone happy. That’s all I am hoping fer you, to jus’ be open to the prospect.” This time, it was his blue eyes that held a specific intensity. Staring her down unblinkingly, “And why is that? Why are ya’ specifically not meant ta’ be with anyone, not compatible with anyone? Can ya’ really claim ta’ know that out of all the billions of people there isn’t someone worth riskin’ getting hurt fer? You’re stunning, strong-willed, an’ i’m sure ya’ know anyone would be lucky to spend their life with you.” 

A sigh parted his lips, shaking his head in a small somewhat  solemn manner. He hated seeing this, this kind of cynicism, when he so deeply believed that everyone deserved to have someone in their life. Someone to treat them right. “Now I need a’ drink,” his thick southern accent lulled into a small good-natured chuckle. Finally giving Talia a bit of a reprieve from the topic, a chance to move past the one thing they’d apparently never see eye to eye on. 

Talia was on the verge of running out the room screaming, but she wasn’t the type of girl. She didn’t build herself to be like that, instead she was headstrong and although the topic was a touchy one, she did her best to deal with the heat that Sebastian was raining down on her at the current moment. “You do realize that I work for the Army, right? So the chances of me getting hit by a bus or mugged is highly unlikely? I mean, you tell me what mugger would like to have their ass handed to them?” She asked, “also mother nature must have it out for me if I get struck by lightening. How many people has that happened to? Besides, if I did I want some superhero strength like The Flash, i’m just saying.” She continued, trying to changed the topic just a bit before she started to pull her hair out of her head. Shaking her head at his comment she let out a soft sigh, “nope, there is no possibility. We can flip a coin on this and I bet you there isn’t one out there for me, and even if there was i’d run him. Literally have him running for his life.” She added with a shrug of her own, “okay, and why is Sebastian not in a relationship, huh? I mean your like the walking Eharmony, I would have thought you’d have a gal, or two.” She narrowed her eyes at him, “so there is no one special?” She cocked a brow, tilting her head just a bit as she looked at the male. “I don’t know about this Sebastian, you’d have to get me drunk, high and drugged for that to possibly happen, and there is a slight chance i’d kick the guy in the balls. You know the anger a women feels when she is betrayed changes her who look on things, she sees things differently you know. And I see things differently. I haven’t been here long enough to have a relationship, I have a job to do and that is protect this country. Meanwhile the scum I might be tango with is going around behind my back enjoying other women, how is this fair to me? It’s not. No one wants a relationship like that, especially when the other half is million miles away. I mean it might work for some women who have their other halfs serving. But for a women doing her duty as this, it just opens a can of worms for the men to explore, which in fact is something I don’t want happening again for me. Like I said it has to do with commitment.” She explained, “haven’t met anyone who would jump in front a bullet for me, knowing I might push them away.” She ran her tongue over her lips, “thanks…..but i’m alright, i’ll be alright. And when I die alone we will have this speech all over again.”

At the mention of Sebs needing a drink, the brunette cracked opened a beer and slide it across the table. “Thought you never ask. Your lucky I don’t have a pacifier or I would have shut you up already.”

Temperley London

jstleigh:

“No,” Leighann chuckled under her breath– a slightly awkward inhale following suit. She really hadn’t meant to actually allow herself to so candidly close the gap between them and go in for a hug. She wasn’t usually all that emotionally forward of a soul, but as they’d had their coffee that morning she couldn’t help the wave of relief that swept over her. Grateful to have Talia back in LA. “Won’t happen again, pinky swear.” The redhead’s eyebrows furrowed slightly, not entirely familiar with the movie reference that her friend happened to be making. “Branch? Bergens? Is there going to have to be a movie night in our near future or something, so that I actually have some vague idea of what you’re talking about? I’m far too young and beautiful to die.” 

A wave of relief washed over Talia as her friend confirmed that this was the last hug, giving that the brunette wasn’t much of a hugger anyway. Giving her history she couldn’t remember who the last person she had given a hug to, was it her ex-boyfriend, her father, her step-sister? It was quite hard and rather not worth trying to think that far back to figure out when, where and to whom. “Oh thank goodness…” She placed her right hand over her left breast in attempts of her holding her heart. Talia could see the confusion plastered on her friends face at the mention of the two names, it was then that her mouth dropped as the red-head continued. “Wait hold on, you haven’t seen Trolls? It came out last year.” She told the other, “okay we are so having a movie night and we’re watching this. Trust me your going to thank me later. You know i’m not one for cartoons but this…..it’s good, and catchy. Not taking a no for an answer…..I have popcorn.”

sebxtaitt:

“The talk?” Sebastian echoed innocently, quirking an eyebrow at Talia in the process. A shrug quickly decorating his shoulders, “I’m not tryin’ ta’ read you any kind of riot act or anythin’. I just think yer really sellin’ people short and that you deserve ta’ be treated well. Is that a crime?” Blue eyes settled tenderly to meet her gaze, shifting subtly on the chair he had planted his bulky frame into. “It doesn’t love her either, or take care of her when she’s sick, or hold her hand, or carry her ta’ bed when she falls asleep on the couch. It can’t cook fer her, it can’t take her out dancin’, or go for a late night stroll in the park with her.” A small sigh parted his lips, unsure of how they so frequently seemed to circle around to this topic. Surely it was partly his fault, always so eager to rebut against Talia’s cynicism. “Some people get divorced, sure. Some people stay with their high school sweethearts until they’re both grey and usin’ a walker. Ya’ can’t say nothing lasts jus’ because some people aren’t meant ta’ be together.” 

“Yes, the talk you know what i’m talking about. Don’t even deny it.” She interrupted only to let out a heavy sigh as he went on, shaking her head before letting her head hang for those few seconds, passing in everything Sebastian had just said out the other ear. Once upon a time ago, Talia was the type of girl that imagine there was a Prince Charming out there for every women, she thought the man she had a relationship with was just that, but boy was she wrong. The day she came back from her tour, she went to her home to find him in her bed with another women, whose clothes were scattered all over her house. If CNN was there to record the rage on this women, she would have made history, not only did she kicked the women out. She also kicked out that boyfriend that night, or should she said her ex. Literally beat the man all the way out the door and off her porch, naked, holding her M9 and not to forgot the foul words that left her lips. “It sounds like your reading me the Bill of Rights of relationships. Do you want to know why I sell people short?” She asked leaning over the counter, her green eyes piercing those of his blue ones. “Its because if I let a man in by just giving him a chance, i’m setting myself up for a disappointment, And i’m not looking forward to that. I’ve been let down once, it can happen again. People now a days have commitment issues, I wasn’t one of them, and now I am. Can’t change it.” She shrugged, “you know those are nice things, I can hire me a butler to do it, go see my doctor, and take myself out once in a while. I’m an independent women, I don’t need a man to give me those things.” She told him simply, “I mean are you not in a relationship yourself or no? Cause if your not, then whats the point of me being in one when your trying to sell it to me?” She narrowed her eyes at him, “there is only one happy couple I know of, the Obama’s. And if were talking about LA, then it would probably be the Jackson’s but then again I wouldn’t know because I think they’re weird.” She gently tapped the table as lightly as she could granted she could still feel the vibrations on her fingers and in her after after, “and there you go, more the reasons why some stuff doesn’t last forever. I’m not meant to be with anyone. I’m not compatible to anyone.”