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anagnōrisis: [greek] recognition. INDEPENDENT MULTI-MUSE WRITING BLOG. NSFW. MDNI. SEMI-SELECTIVE. MATURE THEMES WILL BE PRESENT SUCH AS VIOLENCE, DRUG USE, MENTAL ILLNESS, SEX AND CRIME. SOME SLICE OF LIFE, SOME SUPERNATURAL MUSES, JUST A MIX OF EVERYTHING. Written by Aimee (she/her) 30yrs old. //MUSES// WANTED PLOTS //OPEN STARTERS // PROMPTS
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ravi wasn't really ready to face his feelings for her. she had this hold on him, a strange pull he couldn't quite put a name to no matter how hard he tried. he thought she was beautiful. that much was undeniable. honestly, she was kind of exactly his type. talented, too. he admired the way she loved music, the way songwriting seemed woven into who she was. the truth was, he was already down bad, thinking about her far more often than he should have. more often than a roommate had any business thinking about another roommate. it left him wondering how good of a roommate he could really be when part of him secretly wanted more, when his chest tightened with jealousy every time he imagined someone else monopolizing her attention. it was ridiculous, really. ravi had always considered himself fairly self-aware, yet here he was pretending none of it bothered him while quietly carrying around feelings that seemed to grow heavier by the day.
"right... no boyfriends." he nodded as though he knew that particular rule all too well. because he did. more than she'd probably realize. ravi couldn't help but wonder if she ever got jealous the way he did, if she ever found herself overthinking things the same way he did late at night. sometimes he wondered if they were both pretending to be unbothered. "well, you should've filled me in. you know i would've been there." his eyes narrowed playfully, as though it were the most obvious thing in the world. he always tried to show up when she invited him somewhere, though he was careful not to show up too much. didn't want to seem obsessed. then again, maybe he was already halfway there anyway. "more lively?" he echoed, sounding genuinely entertained by the thought. "really?" a grin tugged at the corner of his mouth. "kind of a shame you ended up in someone else's bed, huh?" the tease came easily, but there was something beneath it, something that sounded a little too curious, a little too invested for a man who was supposedly keeping things casual.
"Maybe you should come next time, if you want." Rogue's legs uncrossed, stretching them out on the small coffee table that sat in the small space they called their living room, sipping her coffee and trying not too think too hard about how much she would like too see Ravi at her show, because every time he was there all she could focus on was finding him in the crowd. "Only cause I wanted to give you some privacy." She excused herself with a laugh. "I needed to find somewhere to crash since you said you were having someone over." Rogue knew that had never been an issue before, both she and Ravi had people coming over more often than not, they had heard each other fucking more times than any kind of normal friends would, but that night she had felt the need to stay away, like she couldn't be bothered with the idea of him having someone else over.
"Now since such a disappointing experience was kind of your fault..." She stops to take another sip from her coffee and keeping her eyes on him, while his shirt barely covers the top of her thighs. "I think it's only fair you make it up to me." There was feign innocence in her voice, if they had a normal relationship, it would mean him getting her breakfast, something to cure her hangover, but the tension between was impossible to ignore, as much as both of them liked to pretend it was nothing and that whatever was happening between them was just fucking. "Just cause I had like a really terrible time." This time Rogue set her half empty mug down.
cleo knew, deep down, that she was being jealous. bitter. maybe even a little spiteful. sure, they hadn't worked out. she knew that. she'd spent enough nights reminding herself of it, replaying every reason they weren't together anymore until she could recite them by heart. none of that made getting over him any easier. angelo was what she wanted. she'd wanted them to work so badly, had convinced herself she'd finally found something different, something worth holding onto, only for it to end the same way everything else seemed to. so she settled for this diluted version of them, a friendship that never quite captured the gravity of what she felt whenever she looked at him. every word he spoke only seemed to twist the knife a little deeper, and cleo could feel the ache settling heavily in her chest, so real it almost felt physical.
of course she's my type.
the words hit harder than they should have. cleo's expression faltered immediately, her gaze drifting anywhere but toward angelo. so maybe she wasn't his type after all. the realization landed like a ton of bricks. "what is this about?" she echoed, sounding more offended than she'd intended. "i just... i don't know why you had to take her ....there." she huffed softly, trying to compose herself, trying to pretend she wasn't nearly as bothered as she actually was. "...we used to go there." the words slipped out before she could stop them. "you know what," she interrupted herself with a shake of her head. "it doesn't matter. none of it does." the second he stepped closer, cleo stepped back. the proximity alone was enough to make it difficult to think straight. "you're right. we don't work out. you clearly found someone you can make things work with." she let out a dry laugh at her own expense, shaking her head. "sorry i crashed your date. i don't know what i was thinking." her arms crossed tightly over her chest, a flimsy shield against the rejection she could already feel creeping in. "we're both happier when we're apart." the lie tasted awful the moment it left her mouth, because deep down she missed him more than anything.
Cleo wasn't making anything easier for Angelo, he could see her puzzled expression, he knew her far too well to know that she was lying, that she was pretending that this didn't matter, that she didn't care, even if her actions contradicted her. He knew breaking up wasn't easy on either of them, that even though they had told each other that it was best for them, they didn't break up because their love had disappeared, they did it because things were complicated. His touring hadn't made anything easier, they fought more than they had sex, he was shit at communicating, Angelo knew he wasn't innocent in their break up either, but even if he partied his life away and made terrible choices it didn't meant he loved her any less, he just was shit at showing it.
A hand runs through his face, the evident sign of frustration, Angelo wanted to tell her it didn't matter, that the girl wasn't that important, wanted to remind her that there was nothing to worry about because no other girl could make him feel like she could, but Angelo knew better, doing that would only make everything messier, more complicated, throw them back into an endless cycle of getting back together, fighting, breaking up, he thought they deserved to at least save their friendship. "I...-I didn't think about that." He admitted his eyes filled with guilt. "I know we had been there before, I just didn't think it was that important. It's not like I did I to hurt you, you know that right?"
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oh. there's something about the way that she says that, that like, plucks at something QUINTESSENTIAL to rue. because yeah... it's kinda hard to imagine the world with something that was so stable. the idea of people who wouldn't disappear. even rue understand that her promising something might mean... nothing. it's not even the same.
it's funny. she remembered pitching that idea once to SOMEONE, and being called crazy. it kind of leaves her quiet for a moment, before a smile halfway lifts, dies, then appeared again on her face, blinking through a few emotions, all too quick. "i mean, i hope you find the right... whatever it ends up being for you."
it's funny. "that sounds kinda like my parents' wedding from the photos we had in the house." they'd talk about it, but it was kind of hard for a dead man to reminisce, and a no-contact mother to say much of ANYTHING. "me? um... i..." a nail scratched at her calf, thoughtfully. "... i mean i want to. someone told me once i couldn't chose to get sober and date someone at the same time, and now that i'm there, i'm like. okay. now what? but... i think it's gonna be completely about the person. i don't really feel i need to chase anything... it happens when it happens. i'm always worried i'd be a shit mom if i ever became one though."
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Tessa listens to Rue's words, she sees the intention behind it, and her expression softens into a small smile, something that's not longer just them having a laugh but it feels more like a moment where they are both allowing each other to be more open with the things they don't usually trust other people with. "I might." She says but her tone is no longer mocking or playful, it's honest. "But if I don't it doesn't mean like I'm missing something either."
She nods agreeing with whoever had said that to Rue, she knew they were right, it probably hadn't been what Rue probably wanted to hear but dating someone while struggling with addiction was probably only going to end up hurting two people instead of just one. "Well, getting married and having kids are two completely different things." She pointed out. "Besides you still have plenty of time." Her arms rest over her knees, legs slightly stretched out towards Rue instead of pressed into her chest.
"But I mean, what do you picture your wedding like? Do you want a big party? Would you elope?" She giggles softly because this feels a little too close to a conversation you would have in high school not when you were an adult, but it is still nice. "Or would you want to get married down in Mexico? You know by the beach and all."
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Maggie maneuver so she's settled in his lap and it feels like his breath was being pulled directly from his lungs. Even if just the way she moved he knew it wasn't in an attempt to heat things up between them, it was a simple act of feeling close to one another. Still, being here like this was far more intimate than anything he's felt with the current girl he's seeing. That's to no fault of her own that he was still hung up on his ex. "You can stay like this as long as you want," he sighs as his hands settle on her hips, anchoring her close to him. "Is this okay?" He asks as he chases down each and every kiss.
Is this okay? The words repeat themselves on her brain. Morally? She knew it wasn't, Joshua was seeing someone else, none of their unresolved feelings were the other girl's fault, but right now, having him there, pressed so close to her body, his lips touching her, Maggie did not care for the morality of it all, he was the thing she wanted the most, even if they were just pretending to belong to each other one more night. "Yeah." Her voice is a whisper, kissing him back, each kiss felt hungrier and more frantic, her hips grinding on top of him, chasing something the knew didn't belong to her anymore.
PETER CONSIDERED HIMSELF A LUCKY guy to have gone on two dates with Maggie already. Even now as they sat side by side he could feel himself reddening every time she looked at him, the weight of her gaze made his skin feel like it was on fire. “You were…you are everything,” Peter admitted after a few seconds. Everything about last night had exceeded what Peter thought would happen, then again he had believed that Maggie was going to break up with him after their date last night. He was incredibly happy that she could go out with him again tonight, his smile lighting up as he contemplated where they could go. “Oh I know a really nice theatre, they have sofa type seating instead of chairs so it is already way more comfortable!” He offered.
There was a stark contrast between the Peter that had asked her out first and the Peter that she had been with the night before; and still she found herself liking every aspect of both of them as distinct as they were. "That does sound fun." Maggie's hand reached for his, her fingers interlocking with his, pulling his hand onto her lap and giggling softly. "Then later, maybe we can have some fun again." There was evident lust on her tone, like after the night before, she couldn't possibly get enough of him. "Cause I would very much love to repeat last night." it was different and Maggie liked it, even if she hadn't expected, she liked giving up control into someone else's hands, specially someone as soft and mindful as Peter.
every word made her chest ache. something ugly and twisted churned in the pit of her stomach, tightening with every passing second. yasira was riddled with guilt and regret, nearly cursing herself for letting everything slip through her fingers like sand. it hurt more than she knew how to explain. truthfully, she didn't even feel like she had the right to be hurt. not after everything. not after the choices she'd made. unfortunately, the expression on her face seemed far more honest than she intended it to be. yasira looked frustrated. jealous. hurt. every compliment he offered about the new woman in his life landed like a jab she couldn't dodge, each one finding a fresh bruise she hadn't realized was still there. her eyelashes fluttered as she rolled her eyes. "good to you? that's interesting." she wasn't doing a particularly convincing job of seeming happy for him. the jealousy was practically written across her face. "wow." yasira leaned back in her chair, pressing her lips together as she tried to swallow the bitterness threatening to spill out. "hippie, songwriter, chill... sounds like she's perfect for you. seriously..." her voice fell flat despite her best efforts. "happy that you went out and found your soulmate or whatnot..." the words were meant to sound supportive, but they landed somewhere much closer to wounded.
An uneasy feeling settled in the pit of Ace's stomach, he didn't want to say it felt nice that Yasira seemed so bothered by him dating someone new when she had been the one that rejected him in the first place, because it did not feel good. He felt a longing, the question of what could've been of them both if things had been different, she wanted him now, she had confessed to him that she had realized things too late and the possibility of what could be of them now if he weren't seeing someone new was creeping up on him. "Yas..." His voice was both pleading and filled with frustration. "I didn't know you were going to change your mind." He almost sounded guilty, like this whole mess was his fault and not hers, Ace was soft like that, he loved too hard and too deeply and often tried to see the best in others. "When you left...." The words still hurt to be hushed out. "When you left you made I very clear that you didn't see yourself with me, or anyone, I couldn't have guessed that you were going to change your mind later on, if I had known that...-then maybe I wouldn't be seeing her, I...-I don't know what you want me to say."
where the hell was luca? who knows. sage had given up on that question hours ago. still, she couldn't shake the frustration simmering beneath the surface. he'd left her hanging without a second thought, and the more she thought about it, the more annoyed she became. maybe that was why it felt so easy to flirt with tony, to nudge at that boundary she'd normally be more careful around. hell, maybe they both had their reasons for wanting to get back at luca.
the more sage watched him from the passenger seat, the more she realized tony was seriously handsome. kind of exactly her type, actually, which was proving far more distracting than she wanted to admit. there was no harm in looking...right? her gaze drifted over him for a moment before she finally laughed. "clubbing?" she echoed, genuinely surprised. "didn't realize you were the type." sage teased, already giggling. she was quickly learning there was a lot more to him than she'd expected. if anything, he almost seemed more fun than luca. the realization settled somewhere in the back of her mind before she could stop it. "i'm lucky i caught you then, huh?" the question carried a little more weight than it probably should have. there was something about the way he'd admitted, so effortlessly, that he'd rather stay in with her and mindlessly watch a movie. especially when he'd already been halfway out the door to some nightclub where she was sure women would've been throwing themselves at him all night.
"i promise i'll make it worth it. we'll have more fun." there was something almost mischievous in her tone, the kind that always seemed to sneak into her voice when she was enjoying herself. and that was when she noticed it. the way tony wouldn't take his eyes off her. sage squinted ever so slightly, the shift in her expression almost imperceptible. i know you're checking me out. her eyes said it all. still, she didn't make a big deal out of it. if anything, she kind of liked it. liked the way his gaze lingered. just as easily, she shifted back to the conversation as though nothing had happened. "we should watch something scary. like actually scary." sage loved a good horror movie, the kind that kept her on her toes and had her jumping at shadows afterward. "unless you're not into that sort of thing."
His hands were on the steering wheel the whole time, his eyes shifting between the street and Sage, although he tried to the make the latter not so noticeable. Tony laughed cheekily when Sage said she didn't think he was the type to go clubbing and he simply shrugged. his hand lifting over the wheel in a carefree motion then dropping down again. "Well, there's a lot you don't know about me." He laughed too. "You know Luca, but him and I are nothing alike, we just share the same parents and the same birthdate." He continued, it was not an attempt to talk shit about his twin brother, he was simply stating something that was true.
"Yeah, I do feel a lot morally better now that I've rescued you." He agrees as they get in line to make their order at the fast food restaurant. Tony's eyes glimmer with excitement when she promises that they will have too much fun, it does not feel like he is talking to his brother's girlfriend, it feels a little too close to flirting and to be fair Tony doesn't dislike it at all. He knows he shouldn't play along, he shouldn't want her to spend time with him, without anyone even knowing about it, but he finds himself grinning, looking forward to it. "Scary? Yeah I can do that." He nods as they get to the microphone and he speaks out his order then looks at Sage asking her what she wants.
"I hope you can do horror!" He teases her as the car moves. "I'm not letting you cover your face and all that stuff." Tony warns with a smirk, the idea of siting next to Sage with her curled up next to him feels a little too good. As the line moves he looks at Sage again only interrupted when he is prompted to pay for their food. "Okay, give me your top three horror movies, be aware that you will be thoroughly judged."
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the swing of their hips, the movements of their bodies, it was quite the rush with it all. there was no room between them as astrid pressed flush against montana. to feel those movements and those swings. and of course, those hips. "something like that," she whispered, her eyes locking into montana's as she turned to look back at her. this only urged astrid more and she held onto montana's hips with a bit more possession. it wasn't quite strength as much as proximity and the amount of her hands on her. "get to watch plenty of people every day. the joys of being a bartender i guess."
Montana can't help but smile as Astrid speaks even if she cannot see it, she liked the way her body felt against her, the other's hands on her hips as they moved to the music's rhythm, when she spoke about seeing people every day Montana realized she was not paying attention to any of the people that surrounded them, it was like they didn't even exist. Slowly one of her hands moved away from her hip until it rose up to find Astrid's face, Montana's fingers laying softly over her cheek, as if trying to bring her face closer towards her even when there wasn't any space left between their bodies. "I'll take that as a compliment; I don't get to dance with hot bartenders every day."
was she? it's funny, how she looked at her now as if she was anything but. the foolish part of her wants to believe that it was because she felt guilty for how things had turned out. but her steadfast hold to it all made her feel as if none of this mattered, that in the end, her desire for REVENGE would burn far brighter than the idea of love ever had for them. and wasn't that a bitter pill to have to swallow? well. some might call their last encounter something akin to closure.
but it wasn't as if she felt any better for it. if anything, part of her was more miserable than she'd been before about the whole thing, having found it easier to pretend that she'd DIED versus what it had meant to realize that she'd left to go chase down something that ultimately would make her feel no better than before. that she, that they, were less than a maybe. that part, ah, it hurt didn't it. a half a smile, her gaze slipping from her own.
for what it was worth, natalia was RIGHT about the lack of options on her hands. but in a way, it'd never been about that, her lips pursed... finding that she hoped that the dull ache in her chest was the signal that instead of hurt, she simply didn't care for it at all anymore. "you should have told me. we could have run away together. i suppose that was a bit of a fantasy, though. it seems you did just fine on your own." tongue, curbing the bitterness there. she really did seem to be surviving and thriving.
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Her fingers curled around the shot glass while her other hand pressed the bridge of her nose in a clear sign of frustration, this time Natalia's hair wasn't properly styled as usual, it wasn't slicked back into a low bun, instead it fell messily over her face, covering it, allowing to see just how much of a mess she had been in the past few months, she also told herself it was good to steer away from the way she usually looked, would help her be less recognizable, she told herself, but truth was that she wasn't holding it together.
"Are you serious?" It's like a band that finally snaps within her, Natalia's body turns a little towards Ada. "You think I would have believed that you were going to run away with me?" A scoff follows her words. "C'mon Ada, you were just going to try to convince me that it wasn't that big of a deal." Natalia's palm presses firmly against the bar counter. "You would have said the same thing you're saying now, asking me if finding revenge was worth it, you just wouldn't get it, would you?" This time her eyes take a full look at Ada and her heart breaks and closes at the same time.
"I know you don't believe me, or rather, that you don't want to believe me." Natalia said and then drank her mezcal. "But I love you, still, I know you hate me, and I don't blame you, but I didn't leave like that because I didn't care about you, I left because I didn't know what else to do." Natalia takes a deep sigh and her gaze focuses on the empty glass shot pushing it towards the bartender for a refill. "But the past is the past, and what I did can't be undone, right?" She smiled without looking at her but her voice isn't cheerful, it's filled with bitterness instead.
