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id:‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ㅤ@dischordias  ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ㅤ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ㅤ⤿❤︎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ㅤ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ㅤright  i'm  sorry.       (       the       silence       was       enough       to       make       her       uncomfortable,       yet       she       remained       quiet,       her       wide       eyes       gently       wandering       across       the       grand       space,       admiring       every       intricate       detail.       the       glimmer       of       chandeliers,       the       delicate       carvings       on       the       walls,       the       way       the       soft       glow       of       candlelight       danced       across       polished       surfaces—each       element       held       a       certain       charm.       after       a       moment,       she       turned       back       to       the       male,       her       head       tilting       slightly,       curiosity       shimmering       in       her       gaze.       )       percy, do  you  know  where  can  i  find  my  schedule..?

@doIlicesque
            
            i would not be speaking to you if i was busy .

ID:‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ㅤ@dischordias  ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ㅤ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ㅤ⤿❤︎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ㅤ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ㅤoh.  are   you  busy..?  i'm  not   bothering  you, am  i?

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/   hi!  :)

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@bratvamade ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ㅤ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ㅤ❤︎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ㅤ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ㅤ/  i  find  HIM hot. <333

`     btw  damien  finds  all  ur  oc's   hot 

/  ♡

ID: ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ㅤ@cvpidlve  ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ㅤ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ㅤ⤿❤︎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ㅤ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ㅤ (       she       immediately       shook       her       head,       panic       flashing       in       her       wide,       bambi-like       eyes.       accusations       always       unsettled       her,       twisting       a       knot       of       unease       deep       within       her       chest.       )       no—  no!  i  swear  i  didn’t  mean  to…  really.       (       her       voice       was       barely       above       a       whisper,       delicate       and       hurried,       as       if       speaking       too       loudly       would       only       make       things       worse.       she       didn’t       want       to       draw       any       more       attention       to       them,       to       herself.       )

“ it’s just a dress ” yuliana responded in her usual curt manner. she wasn’t particularly attached to the dress , it was something that was given to her after a photoshoot so really she was fine either way. seeing the other woman’s nervous demeanour , she frowned a little running a hand through her hair “ don’t look so guilty , it was an accident. you didn’t /mean/ to do it… or at least i assume so ” she said firmly , it seemed to her that the two of them were on completely different ends of the spectrum when it came to their respective personalities. 

ID:‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ㅤ@cvpidlve  ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ㅤ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ㅤ⤿❤︎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ㅤ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ㅤ(       lucy’s       wide,       doe-like       eyes       shimmered       with       guilt       as       she       took       in       the       sight       of       the       woman’s       stained       dress,       her       delicate       features       twisting       into       a       sorrowful       frown.       her       fingers       curled       into       the       lace       hem       of       her       own       sleeve,       a       nervous       habit,       as       she       whispered       in       a       voice       as       soft       as       a       lullaby.       )       then..  at  least  let's  go  to  the  boutique  down  the  street?  i  want  to  buy  you  another  dress.  i  insist.

ID:‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ㅤ@bratvamade  ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ㅤ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ㅤ⤿❤︎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ㅤ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ㅤ(       she       tilted       her       head       slightly,       soft       locks       cascading       over       her       shoulder       as       she       pondered       her       schedule       for       the       day.       her       fingers       absentmindedly       toyed       with       the       hem       of       her       sleeve,       a       delicate       habit       whenever       she       was       deep       in       thought.       )        i  think  i'll  go  home  and  cook  lunch  then feed  the  stray  cats.

i thought i'd take a little detour,  mmm. and this is where i ended up.  [  damien responded,  looking down at her soft and delicate features, admiring those rosy red cheeks of hers.  ]   what are you planning on doing afterwards, sweetheart? if you need help shopping.  [  the bratva heir suggests, waiting for her reply.  ] 

ID:‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ㅤ@bratvamade  ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ㅤ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ㅤ⤿❤︎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ㅤ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ㅤ(      a      soft—       almost       dreamy     smile      stretched      across      her      glossy      lips      as      she      leaned      ever      so      slightly      against      the      cart      she      was      pushing,      its      contents      an      array      of      delights—fruits,      beverages,      and      an      assortment      of      carefully      selected      treats.      the      gentle      hum      of      movement      filled      the      air,      but      her      presence      remained      as      light      and      delicate      as      a      whisper.      )        shopping,  and  you? 

   you   SPRAINED  it?   you're  fine.   get  up. 

ID:‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ㅤ@vltrumitpwr  ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ㅤ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ㅤ⤿❤︎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ㅤ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ㅤ[???]
            
            ah—  i  think.. i  sprained  my  ankle.. 

@doIlicesque             sharp eyes lingered on her.. for a little too long. not out of curiosity, but calculation—a quiet study of her intent. he knew better than to trust easily, especially when silence stretched too thin between strangers. nevertheless, the reaper straightened, caution bleeding into his frame as his posture turned deceptively lax. the tension curled in his muscles betrayed otherwise           —-his arms flexed beneath his sleeves, the sinew drawn taut as his gaze flicked toward the guns resting on the table.
                   “hand-to-hand combat or.. the guns first?” his voice was low, a gravel scrape that barely cut through the air. at the slight tilt of his head, the question sounded less like a challenge and more like a warning—an         uncertain edge laced in his tone, as if he was bracing for whatever she might say. 

ID:‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ㅤ@hyrded  ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ㅤ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ㅤ⤿❤︎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ㅤ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ㅤ[rurik.]
            
            you're  right  but, i  want  to  learn.  (:   can  you teach  me? 

ID:‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ㅤ@bratvamade  ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ㅤ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ㅤ⤿❤︎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ㅤ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ㅤ[???]
            
            (      lucy      glanced      around      the      bar      with      quiet      hesitation,      her      lashes      fluttering      as      she      searched      for      any      sign      of      her      manager’s      watchful      gaze.      a      nervous      sigh      escaped      her      lips      before      she      finally      relented,      settling      into      the      seat      beside      him.      the      simple      term      of      endearment      lingered      in      the      air,      seeping      into      her      skin,      and      she      felt      the      warmth      bloom      deeper      across      her      cheeks,      as      soft      and      delicate      as      the      petals      of      a      blushing      rose.      )       my  name  is  lucy.   um—  and  you? 

it's good. the others at this bar SHOULD take lessons from you. it'll make the drinks taste even better.  [  damien responded, taking another swig of his alcoholic beverage, dark hues moving up to meet the female's;  his expressions carefully constructed as if to give nothing away entirely, but his gaze softened at her words and facial features.  ]  take a seat, sweetheart. 

ID:‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ㅤ@bratvamade  ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ㅤ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ㅤ⤿❤︎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ㅤ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ㅤ[???]
            
            (      the      female      felt      her      heart      skip      a      beat      at      the      sudden      touch,      a      fleeting      warmth      blooming      beneath      her      skin.      yet,      she      made      no      move      to      push      him      away.      it      was      her      job,      after      all—entertaining      customers,      even      when      the      flutter      in      her      chest      felt      far      too      real.      )       i..  i  am  truly  glad   you  like  it.        (      her      already      rosy      cheeks      deepened      in      color      against      her      will,      warmth      blooming      like      a      gentle      sunrise.      her      smile      softened,      losing      its      practiced      edge,      becoming      something      quieter,      something     a      little      real.      )