nnightshades

i’m  not  saying  you  AREN’T  here  for  me,  i’m  just  saying —      (her  words  stop  voluntarily.  what  is  she  even  trying  to  say ?  with  his  gaze  boring  into  her  soul,  her  thoughts  fracture  &  scatter  into  the  foreign  language  of  her  mother  tongue.  what  is  there  to  say  really,  other  than—)          i’m  FINE,  alright ?   i  said  i’m  fine,  so  i  am.  i’m  not  helpless  toren.  i  know  how  to take care of myself.        (debatable.  given  her  habits,  the  unopened  bags  full  of  food  set  atop  the  small  table  by  the  door,  the  swell  of  her  calves  &  soreness  of  her  entire  body— yeah,  VERY  debatable.  lies  have  always  come  easier  to  her  though,  &  people  tend  to  be  simple  to  slip  past.  maybe  that’s  what’s  causing  her  infirm  grip  on  faux  sanity  to  slip;  his  insistence  to  hold  her  despite  metaphorical  shoves  away)        whatever  you’re  so  sure  of—  whatever  you  think  you  know  about  me,  you  don’t.  stop  acting  like  you  do.       (guilt  gnaws  so  deeply  it  reaches  her  bones,  knowing  it’s  her own  fault— isn’t  it  always ?—  that  despite  the  unwavering  deadpan,  she’s  still  unable  to  meet  his  gaze  with  the  glare  burning  holes  by  her  feet) 
            
            /     oops ?  i’d  say  im  sorry  but  im  rlly  not 

@swrenity- 
            /  FAWK YOUUU /j
            
            “yeah, you keep telling me.” toren said. he knew something was wrong.. potentially *very* wrong. but he didn’t know how to go about any of it. “hey, don’t even begin to try and spin this on me. i’m here for you, you know that.” and all of a sudden, he was before her, gaze square on the female. “you’re not fine. i.. i know you when you’re fine, and this isn’t it.” he was worried.. really worried. it’s a feeling he’d never voice, ever, but it still existed in the way the contents in his stomach felt so close to coming up through his throat.

(oh  god,  has  she  really  gotten  THAT  predictable ?  her  chest  tightens.  caramelized  hues  of  sage  focus  on  the  ground,  hoping  this  moment  were  unreal)        not  avoiding  you.  i’ve  been  busy.  rehearsals,  y’know.        (though  not  often,  her  true  nature  seeps  into  her  life  like  this:  lies.  for  many  days  now,  she’s  been  doing  everything  in  her  power  to  see  less  &  less  of  him—  up  until  now,  she’d  gone  nearly  the  entire  day  without  him.  the  reasoning  has  little  to  do  with  him;   it’s  that  time  of  year  again  really,  when  memories  wilt  her  insides  &  paranoia  seems  to  be  her  guide.  she  has  the  excuse  of  an  upcoming  show,  but  she’s  practiced  so  much  the  insides  of  her  shoes  have  begun  to  stain  again,  blisters  rubbed  raw  on  fabric)          i’m  fine,  yeah.  are  you ?  you  don’t  usually  come  look  for  me,     
            
            /       i  fear  things  will  get  worse  :>   

/      im  sooooo  easy  to  convince,  i  will    hehehe  :3

@swrenity- 
            /  u should do it ehehehehe

/      our  fav  ballerina  is  such  a  self—destructive  avoidant  girlie  sometimes  </3  

/  here!! <3

/  BTW BABYGORL I MOVED SUMMER TO @shooturshots !! PLEASE MOVE THIS THERE TYTY

@swrenity- 
            
            “yeah, right? it’s so cool!” she geeked, falling back into her seat then and there. “thanks by the way, for inviting me. between photo shoots, and my part time, i just.. i feel like I never get time to myself, y’know?”

(though  not  understanding  most  of  the  terminology  used by  the  other  nor  being  able  to  picture  it,  odette  attentively  listens,  nodding  along  &  even  asking  questions—  wanting  to  understand.  eventually,  she  gasps)       —  WOW  you  are  so  smart,  holy  crap.

(there  aren’t  many  things  possible  of  making  odette’s  nervous  system  go  haywire  &  her  thoughts  to  crumble.  in  fact,  she  often  prides  herself  in  her  ability  to  stay  focused !  unfortunately  for  her  though,  toren’s  name  is  written  out  on  the  list,  with  a  glitter—gel  pen,  pink  &  cursive  to  further  emphasize  how  gooey  she  tends  to  melt  to  when  he’s  involved)        yeah — yeah,  alright,      (pale  freckled  forearms  settle  with  delicacy  on  his  shoulders,  thoughtless  as  her  fingers  twirl  loose  strands  of  his  hair.  her  body  feels  like  it’s  simultaneously  burning  from  the  inside  out  &  completely  out  of  her  control,  moving  purely  with  want  instead  of  logic.  no  words  escape  her,  not  wanting  to  ruin  the  moment,  but  a  strangled  noise  does;  slip  up  of  her  lack  of  control) 

@swrenity- 
            
            “i’d be worried for me too.” toren mumbled. his head stayed close to her neck, just breathing her body in. she calmed him in ways nothing else could. it was almost like a different man occupied toren’s body around his loved ones compared to literally anyone else — he was softer, less heightened and tightly wound. “yep, same place.” he spoke softly. but instead of letting her go so she could grab the first aid kit, his hold around her waist tightened a fraction. “wait, before you go, just.. stay for a minute, yeah?”

i  know,  i  just   [..]    worry  about  you.       (a  honeyed  hum  rasps  the  back  of  her  throat,  lashes  fluttering  briefly,  distracted  by  his  lips  on  her  skin)        i’m  not  saying  don’t  do  it—   i’d  never  ask  that  of  you.  but  at  least  let  me  make  sure  you’re  okay.  if  not  for  you  then  for  me ?            (her  voice  is  low.  it’s  so  unusual  to  see  her  outside  of  her  bubbly  persona,  but  she  isn’t  a  dim  shell  of  herself;  tranquil  amour  fizzing  beneath  odette’s  skin)          you  haven’t  changed  where  you  keep  the  first  aid  kit,  right ? 

/ !

• professional boxer
            • definitely has a TBI due to the nature of what he does
            • very quiet and intimidating 
            • a jerk to most people
            • experiences bad mood swings (prone to anger)
            • very close to and protective over his sister, summer

age: 24
            visage: lee jeno (https://www.instagram.com/reel/DH7DdNvyH4T/?igsi=MWR3ZXk3dTQxM2JucQ==)

/        EEK !!   giggling  rn  waitt 

@swrenity- 
            
            /  EHEHEHE i missed this place lowk!! ive missed you too <333

/     i’ve  missed  u  :>