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          THIS  ISN’T  HOW  HER  life  is  supposed  to  go.  she  isn’t  supposed  to  have  to  be  this  brave  at  such  a  young  age,  but  she  does  her  best  to  keep  herself  together,  holding  on  to  cut  strings  as  if  she  they  won’t  break  again. 

     everything  around  her  is  falling  apart  the  same  way  she  is.

     she  crawls  on  all  fours  to  pick  up  shards  of  glass  carefully,  cussing  at  herself  for  foolishly  dropping  the  glass  of  water  in  the  first  place.  her  hands  haven’t  stopped  shaking  for  days  —  she’s  not  sleeping,  she’s  definitely  not  eating  enough  for  someone  in  her  situation,  and  it  is  all  pushing  her  down  until  she  thinks  she  can’t  stand  it  anymore.  tamsin  isn’t  used  to  feeling  this  helpless  and  she  hates  it:  it  cages  her  in,  makes  it  hard  to  breathe.  the  girl  is  suffocating.  anger,  anger,  anger.  allow  yourself  to  feel  anything  else.

      «  it’s  fine  !  i  got  it,  »  she  snaps  the  second  she  hears  alva  enter  her  kitchen.  they  shouldn’t  be  here  today,  she  can  feel  it,  and  she  would  rather  be  alone  —  or  not  be  at  all.

closed  ⤷  @hcartshaped.

#hcartshaped #( 𝓉𝒽𝓇𝑒𝒶𝒹𝓈 — ❛・° › every fairytale is a one-way trip and ours is ending. #( 𝓉𝒽𝓇𝑒𝒶𝒹𝓈 — ❛・° › alva.

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❀  /  rcmeuz‌:

✕   ╱         𝙒𝙃𝙀𝙉  𝙏𝙄𝙈𝙀  𝙁𝙍𝙀𝙀𝙕𝙀𝙎  before  your  eyes,  you  start  to  reconsider  all  of  your  life  choices.  you  wonder  what  led  you  to  the  place  you  are  at  the  moment,  and  where  different  choices  would  take  you.  you  imagine  yourself  in  the  shoes  of  a  different  version  of  yourself;  and  you’re  never  sure  if  you’d  like  it,  but  then,  this  is  one  truth  you’d  never  see  truly  happening. 

when  she  shows  him  the  test,  he  finds  himself  yet  in  another  one  of  those  episodes,  where  he  is  mere  spectator  of  the  reality  that  unfolds in  front  of  him  and  shatters  beneath  his  feet  –  the  shards,  the  unhinged  edges  of  the  truth  grazing  against  his  skin  and  making  realize  that  this  time  there  were  no  where  to run  –  which  made  him  realize  an  even  harder  truth –  

he  was  alone,  he  would  ever  be  alone. 

❝  what’s  this.  ❞  it  was  a  rhetorical  question  –  like  a  child  who’s  testing  the  waters  with  those  who  they  love,  he  asks,  not  expecting  an  answer,  asking  just  because  he  wants  to  stretch  that  moment  of  desperation  that  makes  him  freeze  in  place;  makes  him  undone.  ❝  it  can’t  be…  ❞

romeo  didn’t  doubt  her  truthfulness  and  integrity  –  of  everything  in  his  life,  tamsin  was  still  the  most  wholesome  part;  even  though  within  her  lies  the  power  to  destroy  him,  as  she  has  done  before.  he  doesn’t  doubt  her,  not  for  one  second,  and  the  truth  weighs  his  shoulders,  makes  his  head  hang  in  desperation  as  he  holds  the  test  with  the  same  shaky  hands  as  her  own.  

he  didn’t  want  this,  but  that  onlooker  part  of  himself  whispers  in  his  hear  –  the  outcome  of  being  with  her,  with  them  is  something  you  truly  ever  wanted. 

his  mouth  is  dry,  his  fingers  tangled  on  his  hair  as  he  looks  up  at  her,  realizing  her  had  sat  at  some  points,  in  need  of  some  ground  to  place  himself.  maybe,  the  voice  whispers,  it’s  something  you’d  like  to  try. 

❝  tamsin,  i’m  going  to  be  a  dad?  ❞

          THERE  IS  NO  WAY  to  describe  what  she’s  feeling  other  than  fear.  she  fears  what  she  is  about  to  say,  fears  his  reaction,  fears  his  rejection.  she  fears  she  has  to  go  through  this  alone,  for  even  if  it  is  her  responsibility  she’s  not  sure  she  has  the  shoulders  to  carry  this  burden.  most  of  all  she  fears  that  she  will  irreversibly  lose  him  —  she  thinks  this  is  possibly  the  worst  thing  she  will  possibly  have  to  go  through.

     she  watches  him  as  if  she’s  watching  from  behind  a  glass,  but  she  feels  like  there’s  oceans  between  them.  there  is  nothing  she  wants  more  than  to  reach  out  to  him,  to  reassure  him  that  no  matter  the  outcome  they  will  be  fine,  but  tamsin  is  honest,  and  she  is  not  that  brave.

     but  she  is  strong.  this  girl,  built  of  blood  and  bone  and  tragedy  and  scars�� that  will  never  heal,  has  an  iron  mind  and  steel  walls  guarding  her  soul.  this  girl,  small  in  size  and  gentle  in  tone,  has  a  will  that  moves  mountains.  romeo  sways,  he  sits,  and  tamsin  stands  still  not  because  she  can,  but  because  she  must.  this  boy,  she  likes  to  believe,  has  cracked  his  own  heart  open  for  her  to  reach  into,  and  she  doesn’t  know  how  to  handle  something  so  strong  yet  so  fragile.  still,  she’s  fighting  —  not  because  she  can,  but  because  she  must.

     «  i  think  so.  »  the  words  sound  distant,  untrue,  as  if  they  haven’t  just  been  uttered  by  her.  she  should  not  have  to  say  this,  but  she  knows  a  house  is  built  on  steady  ground  and  this  is  her  rebuilding  now.  trust,  honesty,  but  first  it  will  hurt.

     «  romeo,  there  was  ..  before  that  weekend  before  vegas  ..  »  she  clenches  her  fists,  prays  to  a  god  she  doesn’t  believe  in,  «  i  was  with  someone  one  night,  about  a  week  before.  it  didn’t  mean  anything,  but  it  still  happened.  »  she  steps  closer  to  him,  tentatively,  and  there  is  hesitation  in  every  breath  she  draws.  this  was  before  them,  before  there  had  even  been  a  them,  a  time  she  knew  rome  had  spent  with  others  than  her  as  well,  but  this  was  bigger  than  just  the  two  of  us.  he  needed  to  know  though.  he  deserved  to  know.

     «  it  didn’t  mean  anything,  »  she  repeats  quieter  now.  «  but  i’m  not  sure  yet  ..  if  you’re  the  father.  »

#I'm Okay #( 𝓉𝒽𝓇𝑒𝒶𝒹𝓈 — ❛・° › every fairytale is a one-way trip and ours is ending. #( 𝓉𝒽𝓇𝑒𝒶𝒹𝓈 — ❛・° › romeo.

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❀  /  halcycns‌:

‘ yeah you did, but your words can’t stop me so i don’t know why you even bother, ’ the male retorted, with yet another glance over her small frame. to say that tamsin wasn’t his parents wet dream in a potential wife to him — - would be a lie. his parents loved her, just as they did with the few other girls that they MANAGED to throw in his direction. but at this point, yul indulged his parents as much as he could  &  thus why whenever there was an event, she was his go-to. 

a tilt to his head with furrowed brows, he hummed once hearing her words. the glare doin’ nothing to him but makin’ him smile widely. ‘ it’s funny that you think that i didn’t already TELL them that i’m purchasing everything that you try on, ’ yul proclaimed, steppin’ closer to her to place his hand on her shoulder, ‘ but you can definitely buy me lunch. ’

           A  ROLL  OF  HER  eyes  —  he  is  used  to  that  being  a  common  reaction  from  her.  she  never  was  good  with  compliments,  especially  when  she  knows  they  come  with  no  further  intentions  but  for  her  to  feel  good,  and  yul  has  always  been  the  best  at  those.  «  i’m  a  hopeful  person.  i  keep  thinking  one  day  maybe  you’ll  actually  listen,  »  she  points  out  as  she  retreats  into  the  changing  room.

     not  only  a  second  later,  tamsin  sticks  her  head  out  of  the  door,  audible  gasp  being  heard.  «  yul,  are  you  forreal  right  now  ?  that’s  the  most  stupid  thing  i’ve  ever  heard,  why  would  you  do  that  ??  »  she  knows  fighting  with  him  is  futile,  especially  in  an  environment  like  this  —  this  is  his  scene.  «  you’re  seriously  not  fucking  around  ?  damn,  maybe  your  parents  were  right.  maybe  i  should  marry  you,  »  she  jokes  lightheartedly.

#( 𝓉𝒽𝓇𝑒𝒶𝒹𝓈 — ❛・° › every fairytale is a one-way trip and ours is ending. #( 𝓉𝒽𝓇𝑒𝒶𝒹𝓈 — ❛・° › yul.

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The Office Rewatch: S02E01 → The Dundies

#( 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝑜𝒹𝑜𝓇𝑒 — ❛・° › and i promise you this: even at the end of the earth i’ll be by your side.

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❀  /  reigneds‌:

        ❝   you  look  cute  today.  is  that  a  new  shirt  ?  i  don’t  think  i’ve  ever  seen  you  in  it  before.   ❞   any  bad  news  is  hard  to  take,  things  within  the  wu  family  were  never  easy.   ———–   it  just  wasn’t  in  their  dna.

        nikita  knows  when  time  has  come  -  to  put  aside  differences.  to  be  happy  with  one  another,  to  be  a  family.    now  maybe  more  than  ever  was  those  times,  wouldn’t  involve  their  parents  and  would  be  the  sister  she  wanted  to  be.  fingers  play  at  the  full  curls  sat  in  tamsin’s  hair,  now  that  she  thinks  about  it  —  she  hasn’t  seen  her  hair  like  this  either.  nikita  settles  into  her  seat,  going  back  to  the  authentic  chinese  food  at  her  plate.  guesses  she  is  a  terrible  sister.  

       ❝   do  you  wanna  go  crazy   and  get  a  ton  of  sweets  tonight  ?  there’s  a  bunch  of  boxes  at  my  place  with  hyunki  moving  in  and  everything  but  we  could  have  movie  night  ?  could  be  fun.  what  kind  of  movies  do  you  like  .  .  .  uh,  rom-coms  ?  kill  bill-  esque  ?  i’m  not  getting  a  good  read.   ❞

                                                     /        @consitor​           !

          THERE  IS  THE  FEELING  that  she’s  watching  everyone  around  her  grow  up  and  move  on  with  their  lives  whilst  she’s  moving  in  reverse,  and  tamsin  doesn’t  know  how  to  fix  this.  she  doesn’t  get  through  to  romeo,  seeks  out  support  in  alva  instead,  but  no  matter  how  hard  they  try  it’s  just  not  the  same.  she  feels  like  she’s  failed,  like  she’s  on  a  path  that  only  goes  one  way.

     so  she  decides  dinner  with  her  sister  with  her  sister  can  hardly  hurt.

     nikita’s  efforts  don’t  go  unnoticed  even  if  tamsin  surely  enjoys  ignoring  them.  she  doesn’t  have  that  privilege  anymore,  the  little  sister  act  is  wearing  thin,  and  she  knows  that’s  not  her  role  anymore  —  life  has  cruelly  assigned  her  different  tasks  now.  «  uh,  yeah.  »  it’s  not,  but  it  doesn’t  matter.

     the  youngest  plays  with  her  food  more  than  she  eats  it,  avoids  the  older  sister’s  gentle  gaze  in  fear  of  finding  judgement  there.  it  scares  her  that  she  does  not  know  what  to  expect  from  her  own  sister.  the  conversation  slides  into  something  entirely  and  now  tamsin  looks  up,  smiling  even.  «  woah  woah,  pause.  and  rewind.  hyunki’s  moving  in  ?  »

     so  at  least  there  are  still  silver  linings  somewhere  for  those  who  are  patiently  waiting  for  a  rainbow.

#( 𝓉𝒽𝓇𝑒𝒶𝒹𝓈 — ❛・° › every fairytale is a one-way trip and ours is ending. #( 𝓉𝒽𝓇𝑒𝒶𝒹𝓈 — ❛・° › nikita.

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❀  /  niiaque‌:

                 that  gentle   deflection ;  she  really  should  have         expected  no  less.       ❛    right,   right …    ❜     she  mutters  beneath  her  breaths,    catching  it  like  this  merits  some  exercise.    she  follows  tamsin  into  her  place  and  starts  tapping  at  her  helmet  again  before  starting  her  spiel,       ❛    so,  um.   i  wanted  to  like-  bring  you  somewhere.    but  it’s  uh…   yeah  looking  back  it’s  pretty  fucking  stupid  so-  just.    yeah  if  you  don’t  want  to  just  tell  me  that’s  fine.   ❜     her  words  sputter  &  spill  with  stutters  for  pauses  and  uneven  breaks.    she  can  barely  get  her  thoughts  straight  past  the  screen  of  her  embarrassment.    two   seconds   and  she’s  already  waving  off  her  notion  once  more,         ❛    and  we’ll  just  forget  this  ever  happened.    it’s  too  early  for  anyone  to  believe  i  even  came  here  anyways.   ❜ 

          THIS  UNCERTAINTY  THE  OTHER  girl  exudes  with  shame  has  tamsin  suddenly  hesitant  too.  she  realizes,  if  only  for  a  short  second,  that  she  is  unaware  of  what  exactly  joo  is  capable  of  asking  of  her,  and  that  makes  her  at  once  worried.  she’s  never  turned  her  friend  down  before,  but  if  asked  to  help  bury  a  body  tamsin  doesn’t  think  she  has  the  stomach  for  it.  the  helmets  reassure  her  though,  but  only  for  a  moment.  «  joo,  »  she  begins,  cuts  through  gently,  «  you  haven’t  even  told  me  where  this  somewhere  is  yet.  »  she  offers  a  smile,  stops  in  the  kitchen  to  turn  her  full  attention  to  the  other  now.  «  i  can’t  reject  you  without  a  proposal,  can  i  ?  »

#( 𝓉𝒽𝓇𝑒𝒶𝒹𝓈 — ❛・° › every fairytale is a one-way trip and ours is ending. #( 𝓉𝒽𝓇𝑒𝒶𝒹𝓈 — ❛・° › junhee.

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#big tam energy #( 𝓉𝑒𝓃𝒹𝑒𝓃𝒸𝒾𝑒𝓈 — ❛・° › the divine love. they love with the strength of heavens.

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❀  /  svnsrise‌:

eli could tell she was much more uncomfortable with it all than he was – he was just in shock and probably would be for a while. it’s not every day a one night stand comes to your door and tells you that you could possibly be the father of their child. but, eli figured he could at least not be as much of an ass about it.

“it’s whatever. it’s got to be done, right?” his eyes fell from her to his hands, they were clasped together – though sweat laced his palms. he was nervous now more than scared – though the fear was still there. if it even was his, eli wouldn’t know the first thing about taking care of a child and that’s what genuinely terrified him. he didn’t want to become his father who ditched their kid and pretended they never existed, that’s for sure. “right, yeah. we do that.” was all he could manage to say. he was still at a loss for words at this point. “you know there aren’t that many options when it comes to this, tam. but..we’ll just do whatever you think’s best.”

          WHATEVER  HAPPENS  SHE  HAS  to  believe  that  they  can  be  on  the  same  team  for  this.  they  don’t  know  the  first  thing  about  each  other  —  tamsin  can’t  even  for  the  life  of  her  tell  anyone  what  elijah’s  favorite  color  is  —  and  still  they  find  themselves  tangled  in  this  complicated  web  together.

     «  i  guess  so,  »  she  agrees,  but  though  she  doesn’t  say  anything  she  feels  immense  relief  about  the  fact  that  she  does  not  need  to  fight  him  on  this.  when  he  places  the  responsibility  primarily  on  her  it  suddenly  dawns  on  her  just  how  real  all  of  this  is  becoming.  «  i  don’t  want  to  be  a  mom,  »  she  realizes  slowly,  finally  daring  to  meet  his  gaze.  «  i  know  that  for  sure.  i  just  ..  don’t  know  about  the  rest.  »  there’s  a  pause  and  a  sharp  inhale  before  she  continues.  «  but  i  can  do  this  on  my  own,  eli.  i  just  ..  you  needed  to  know.  and  you  need  to  know  that  you  have  a  say  in  this,  too,  if  the  child  is  yours.  »

#( 𝓉𝒽𝓇𝑒𝒶𝒹𝓈 — ❛・° › every fairytale is a one-way trip and ours is ending. #( 𝓉𝒽𝓇𝑒𝒶𝒹𝓈 — ❛・° › elijah. #pregnancy /

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❀  /  hcartshaped‌:

they purse their lips, trying not to react at the names she gives, the irrational thought of killing whomever it was creeping up again only to be tampered down by reason. at least … at least it’s people she knows, alva muses, although they’re not entirely ecstatic about the possibility of either of those men being an active father in the child’s life if tamsin chooses to keep it. as much as alva loves rome, there’s still a lot to be unpacked there, and they’d rather drink wet cement than see elijah hold a baby. 

alva exhales through their nose.  ‘ okay, ’  they say for their own sanity.  ‘ well, i would say that you should tell them as soon as you can. preferably before you decide to do anything. but know that no matter what they have to say about it or what they think you should do, it’s still only your decision to make. don’t let them pressure you into doing anything you don’t want to. ’

‘ and know, that i’m here for you no matter what. if you need me for anything or if you don’t need me and you want to be left alone, just say the word. ’

          SHE  KNOWS  THEY’RE  DOING  their  best  to  not  let  their  disappointment  show,  but  she  knows  them  well  enough  that  some  things  don’t  need  to  be  voiced  aloud.  she  knows  where  they’re  coming  from  —  tamsin  doesn’t  know  anything  about  elijah  more  than  the  fact  that  she  shouldn’t  have  slept  with  him,  and  rome  and  her  have  never  been  steady  even  if  the  feelings  are  there.  truth  be  told,  the  girl  doesn’t  know  if  she  can  trust  any  of  the  boys  to  be  there  for  her:  she’s  not  sure  they  can  even  be  there  for  themselves.

     «  i’ll  tell  them,  »  she  agrees  bravely,  for  the  truth  is  that  she  has  no  other  choice.  at  least  there  will  always  be  alva  by  her  side.  she  snuggles  up  to  them  again,  head  resting  against  their  chest,  familiar  and  soothing  warmth  radiating.  «  hey,  »  she  whispers  after  letting  their  words  sink  in.  there  is  a  time  for  everything,  but  she  will  not  contact  rome  nor  elijah  now.  now  she  needs  rest.  «  can  we  eat  ?  i  think  we  should  order  chinese  food.  »

#( 𝓉𝒽𝓇𝑒𝒶𝒹𝓈 — ❛・° › every fairytale is a one-way trip and ours is ending. #( 𝓉𝒽𝓇𝑒𝒶𝒹𝓈 — ❛・° › alva. #pregnancy /

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❀  /  brightsvdes‌:

‘ thank you, i’m the cutest person i know too. for better and for worse. ’

          «  not  the  response  i  was  expecting,  but  it’s  valid  so  i’ll  take  it.  »

#( 𝓉𝒽𝓇𝑒𝒶𝒹𝓈 — ❛・° › every fairytale is a one-way trip and ours is ending. #( 𝓉𝒽𝓇𝑒𝒶𝒹𝓈 — ❛・° › theodore.

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❀  /  lcvirhee‌:

   this  is  miles  out  of  his  comfort  zone,  but  that  doesn’t  stop  him  from  trying.  the  reveal  in   the  group  chat  had  been  ugly,  uncalled  for,  and  he  had  stopped  breathing  then,  he  was  sure.  there  had  been  a  mix  of  anger  and  concern  flowing  through  him.

   the  only  thing  he  knows  now  is  that  he  can’t  let  the  girl  go  through  this  alone.

   inevitably  he  has  grown  to  care  for  tamsin.  it  is  inevitable  because  whoever  spends  that  much  time  in  the  company  of  that  girl  will  place  her  safely  in  their  heart  —  this  is  levi’s  firm  belief.  she  has  yet  to  prove  him  wrong.

   ❛  i  got  it,  ❜  he  offers  when  he  sees  her  standing  on  a  chair  to  get  to  the  top  shelf  of  their  kitchen.  worry.  it  grows  deep  within  him.  placing  a  hand  on  her  back  to  usher  her  down  carefully,  he  reaches  for  the  spices  with  ease.

   ❛  careful  there,  wu.  ❜

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          HE  COMES  BACK  INTO  her  life  as  if  he  never  left  at  all,  and  whilst  she  thinks  maybe  she  should  confront  him  about  it  she  ultimately  doesn’t.  she  knows  it’s  not  easy,  she  sees  that  fire  in  his  eyes  that  he  cannot  put  out  and  she  knows  not  to  dance  with  it.  he  will  heal  and  it  will  take  time,  and  all  tamsin  can  do  is  watch.

     she  lets  him  usher  her  down  even  if  she  wants  to  fight  back.  «  i  appreciate  your  concern,  levi,  but  i’ve  stood  on  a  stool  before,  »  she  huffs,  crosses  her  arms  in  front  of  her  chest.  still,  she  smiles.  this  caring  side  of  levi  makes  itself  familiar  to  very  few.  taking  the  spices  and  adding  some  chili  powder  to  her  dish,  she  looks  at  him  with  concern  and  amusement  all  the  same.  «  you  do  know  i’m  not  dying,  right  ?  »

#( 𝓉𝒽𝓇𝑒𝒶𝒹𝓈 — ❛・° › every fairytale is a one-way trip and ours is ending. #( 𝓉𝒽𝓇𝑒𝒶𝒹𝓈 — ❛・° › levi. #god i missed u .. i missed them #pregnancy /

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‘You have to let me in.’ Her hands ran up his arms. ‘I want this. I want you, but I won’t let you shut me out. If you do, we don’t stand a chance of surviving.’ He tried to turn his head away, ‘I’m a monster, why can’t you see that?’ ‘Because you have never been a monster to me. You have always been a man. A man that has taken care of me and always made sure I was safe.’ His body was tensing up and she was afraid she had pushed too far. She turned to walk away, but he grabbed her wrist, pulling her close to him.  ‘I love you.’ He whispered into her hair, breathing in her scent and letting it calm him.

g.m. ‡ tales that weren’t meant to be told #13 (via muserhq)

#i blank you #( 𝓇𝑜𝓂𝑒𝑜 — ❛・° › none of us will say love but oh darling it has never been this loud.

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The Edge of Seventeen (2016) dir. Kelly Fremon

#depression / #self hate / #( 𝓉𝑒𝓃𝒹𝑒𝓃𝒸𝒾𝑒𝓈 — ❛・° › the divine love. they love with the strength of heavens.

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❀  /  halcycns‌:

an elongated sigh comes from yul when the compliments that he had dished out  (  which was something very rare to hear from him  )  had been put a halt to. ‘ you told me to stop being useless  !  don’t girls like to hear that they’re beautiful  ?  ‘cause that’s definitely what you are, ’ he stated, able to throw a compliment in at any chance he got. being able to put a smile on tamsin’s face was one thing he could COUNT as an accomplishment in his day  &  also, just made him equally warm. 

once he stopped circlin’ her, stood again in front of her as irises wavered over her entire frame, fingers drummed on his chin. the image of her in the previous dress popped into his mind, the decision of which she’d wear to the event tonight was harder than he’d imagined. ‘ i say this one, i think black is definitely CLASSIER for an art exhibit but … – i’ll buy the red one for you too. ’

          WHILST  SHE  IS  USED  to  yul’s  compliments  and  no  stranger  to  the  feeling  of  genuine  happiness  that  settles  within  her  whenever  he  is  this  way,  she  does  her  best  to  brush  it  off  nonetheless.  she  never  quite  learned  how  to  accept  his  kind  words  anyway.  «  i  told  you  to  stop  !  »  but  a  chuckle  leaves  her  anyway  and  she  shakes  her  head  in  defeat.  yul  gets  this  round.

     the  girl  gives  herself  a  last  glance  in  the  mirror  as  he  speaks  next  to  her,  and  she  immediately  turns  around  to  glare  at  him.  «  nah-uh.  you’re  not  buying  me  anything  from  here.  now  i’m  gonna  go  pay  for  this  black  dress  and  then  we  can  go  get  lunch  somewhere  and  it  can  be  my  treat,  »  stubborn  voice  cuts  through  his  comment.  «  don’t  you  dare  spend  a  cent  on  me,  yul.  »

#( 𝓉𝒽𝓇𝑒𝒶𝒹𝓈 — ❛・° › every fairytale is a one-way trip and ours is ending. #( 𝓉𝒽𝓇𝑒𝒶𝒹𝓈 — ❛・° › yul.

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₍ 𝐓𝐗𝐓 ⁾ ╱ alva ♡

alva: i know, honey

alva: i wish there was something i could do for you

tamsin: you're already doing more than i could ask for, alva

tamsin: thank you

#( 𝓉𝑒𝓍𝓉𝓈 — ❛・° › soft enough to offer life; tough enough to drown it away. #( 𝓉𝒽𝓇𝑒𝒶𝒹𝓈 — ❛・° › alva.

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₍ 𝐓𝐗𝐓 ⁾ ╱ nik

nikita: do you wanna go out?

nikita: there's this new store in chinatown i thought you'd really be into.

nikita: what can i do to help?

tamsin: chinatown sounds fun.

tamsin: i'm really craving dim sum too.

#( 𝓉𝑒𝓍𝓉𝓈 — ❛・° › soft enough to offer life; tough enough to drown it away. #( 𝓉𝒽𝓇𝑒𝒶𝒹𝓈 — ❛・° › nikita.

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You thought I didn’t see you and you could sneakily approach me?

#( 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝑜𝒹𝑜𝓇𝑒 — ❛・° › and i promise you this: even at the end of the earth i’ll be by your side. #( 𝓎𝓊𝓁 — ❛・° › but if only you could see yourself in my eyes.