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The Morning After Sentence Starters || ACCEPTING

          seraphine is still half asleep, or she’s TRYING to be — with her head pounding and all, it’s kind of hard. so when the girl hears his voice, her first reaction is to bury her head deeper into the pillow, pull the blanket a little closer. squinting her eyes open to look at raleigh, she nods a little. 

                    » yes, please — how come YOU’RE not that hungover ?«

"Get out, get out, get out, get out!"

"Do you remember anything from last night?"

"Why are you in my bed?"

"I'd offer you breakfast, but I think I'm too sore to move."

"So.. Was it good?"

"Who topped?"

"I thought you'd be gone by the time I woke up..."

"I should go."

"This didn't mean anything."

"We shouldn't have done this..."

"Of course I'm freaking out! You're my friend!"

"I'm guessing this was a one time thing?"

"Yeah, yeah, I know how this goes. I'll grab my clothes and get out of here."

"Good morning, hope you don't mind me borrowing your shirt.."

"I made you coffee, did you want some Aspirin?"

"This stays between us."

"Congratulations. You actually convinced me to sleep with you."

"Are you sneaking out on me?"

"So, how much for last night?"

"Holy shit! she's on her way over here right now, she/he CANNOT see you!"

"Don't answer it!"

"Do you have any idea how wrong this was?"

"We're cheaters. We're horrible people. Oh god my mother would be so ashamed of me right now."

            he expected this. sure, she has her reasons to be suspicious of all the sudden changes happening around her. chances are that hayden would still be kicking and screaming for his life, breaking everyone’s nose if they got too close to him       but he really TRIES to emphase the feeling of safety in this place. he sent the others away ( mostly roman, who’d still be on his back for the rest of the week, accusing him of getting them all into danger ) and he refrains from using his powers on her, otherwise she wouldn’t get to refuse his offer of cleaning the wounds. he’s really doing his best to be the good guy here and that is a fucking tough job for someone like hayden livingston. 

            not bothered by her rejection in the slightest of ways, he simply shrugs. there’s no use in forcing her into something that would only destroy more than there probably is. ❝ alright. i won’t. ❞ and just like that he puts the cloth down on the tray next to the desinfectant, merely nodding towards it with his chin. ❝ you should, however, at least clean them yourself. ❞ a slick remark, easily offensive, already tickles the back of his throat, but once again he reminds himself to be nice. she’s a guest, not one of his friends. she won’t UNDERSTAND his kind of humour and probably feel insulted. it’d not be worth to start a fight over something as silly as that       maybe later. his curious eyes stay fixed on her features, possibly searching for any kind of reaction from her side that isn’t DISTRUST and CAUTION. it almost makes him laugh. honestly, if he was dangerous, she wouldn’t be alive anymore ( or so he tells himself ).

          eyes still fixed on him as he lowers the cloth onto a tray, relief washes over her. it seems that he doesn’t want to force her, which is more than can be said about the staff from the other facility. she looks up at him, eyes meeting his when she nods. » okay. « not when he’s around, though. seraphine has spent so much time in confinement that company feels w e i r d. not safe. at least she knows that she can trust herself. she doesn’t make a move, still looking at him, eyeing him suspiciously. it’s obvious that he’s putting effort into ... something ; something she can’t tell yet. but if he seems to hold back now and respect her decision, what’s hindering her from finding out more about all of this ? hayden is not menacing right now, keeping his distance.

           hayden can barely remember the last time someone has been this quiet around him. there’s always talking involved with him; whether it’s an argument started from his side or the stubborn refusal from his opponent       someone is always talking. sometimes people like to talk OVER him as well, like he isn’t really there although he can perfectly hear every single spoken word. the others aren’t stupid. they don’t really believe he can’t actually hear them. they just know he doesn’t care. maybe it’s the same thing with seraphine. maybe she couldn’t care less about WHAT he has to say or if he doesn’t say anything at all. and maybe she just doesn’t trust him enough to open her own mouth just yet. he wouldn’t blame her ( hell knows whatever those sadists did to her at the facility ). hayden has only ever heard rumours, horrifying and maddening things from brainwashing to immane torture. most people who ended up there didn’t come out alive or not alive enough to be considered viable.

           she’s quiet, is the thing. her eyes practically glued to every single of his very moves, every breath he takes, every little glance he throws her way. a part of him wonders if she’s AFRAID of him while the other part is determined to tend her wounds. some of them look nasty, brutal. he wouldn’t want to switch places with her any time. ❝ i’m going to clean the blood off you, alright? it’ll probably sting like a B I T C H, though. ❞ he holds up a wet washcloth for her to see before stretching his free hand out. truth be told, he doesn’t expect her to touch him. whatever happened back at the facility left a throbbing pain back in hayden’s chest, reminding him of something alike to a bolt of electricity. she had zapped him       hard. ❝ there some clothes for you too. naina brought them… or ava. whatever, they should fit you. ❞

@bcisterous.

          she doesn’t believe him. she doesn’t want to believe him. she doesn’t know w h a t to believe in. hell, seraphine doesn’t even know if she’s GLAD to be out of there. her surroundings sure do look similar to those back there, when they experimented on her, inflicted pain on her just to see how she would deal with it. cerulean hues flicker from the males figure to the instruments in the back --- and although a voice is telling her it’s just a medical center, she doesn’t feel safe. so when he stretches out his hand --- reaching out for her ? --- seraphine just stares at him. as if she could figure out what he really wants to do. if they’re going to hurt her again. if they intend to USE her like the last facility did.

          ‘ i believe it has something to do with your digestive system. i’ve no knowledge of its use, but i assure you that the outcome will not be pleasant if you continue this. ’  cassidy was slightly offended since she wasn’t used to someone not heeding her advice, especially questioning it. who did this girl think she was?

( @bcisterous // liked for cat talk )

Part of being undercover involved fortifying bonds and friendships… a lone wolf always created an atmosphere of caution and suspicion. Thankfully, she had  learned charm and charisma, how to earn trust and affection for infiltration missions… only lacking in sincerity. Small talk having always been absolutely PAINFUL to endure. Yet here she was, one leg on the railing next to a fellow ballerina. Attempting a casual conversation.

                                    “So, this stupid cat keeps showing up on my balcony…”

              Nailed it.

          she remembers feeling threatened by the others presence, but that’s just a thing that passed over time. not because the redhead isn’t someone whose stance and poise she admires, mainly because she has gotten used to it. ( maybe because it makes her try a little harder, pushing herself to more limits to keep up. ) so when natasha opens a conversation as they’re both doing their routine warm-up, seraphine is unfazed. 

@bcisterous liked.

        there are guns in those boxes. it’s probably alarming that he’s taking them back into his apartment from his car in broad daylight, but no one really cares. everyone’s minding their own business, and it’s making things a hell of a lot easier for him. ( as long as no one asks, he can’t care less about how sketchy this might look. )

           ❝ n-not if — you r-read goo-ood book-ks. ❞