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@ffsrome​ // 𝔻𝔸𝕂𝕆𝕋𝔸'𝕊 𝔹𝔼𝔼ℕ 𝕌ℕℂℍ𝔸ℝ𝔸ℂ𝕋𝔼ℝ𝕀𝕊𝕋𝕀ℂ𝔸𝕃𝕃𝕐 ℚ𝕌𝕀𝔼𝕋 since the results of the final coupling were announced. quiet discontent about the turn of last night’s events bubbling under the surface, reaching a boiling point as he enters the kitchen only to bump straight into the person he’d been desperately trying to avoid. this situation was very different to the ones he’d faced in the villa before because it’s cause was a person who had a choice and chose to do this to him. and he can only think that rome did it to secure himself an underhanded victory. 

dakota usually does well to not listen to the gut instinct to follow every single one of his whims when they come calling like he once would have, but he knows before he’s even opened his mouth that this isn’t one of those times. “you know,” he starts with his eyes closed, heart in his throat as the voice in his head practically screams at him not to do this. but he feels like disobeying. “during our time here i’ve heard people call you various things.” there’s a fire in his eyes as he turns to glower in rome’s direction, “but i didn’t think ‘COWARD’ would also need to be added to the list.” 

WOULD ANYONE ELSE IN HIS SITUATION have chosen differently? probably. he’s not allowed to blame the choices of the majority for this one, because there isn’t one to save him, or not one close enough to the one he’s put forth. still, there isn’t any regret in his choice, no looking back — it wouldn’t have been such an in-character choice if there had been any semblance of that.

– INGRID AND ROME ARE VOLATILE TOGETHER FOR MANY REASONS. sure, it lead to a fierce intensity in the bedroom, but it also leads to an understanding outside of it. ingrid has never fought with another person the way she’s known to fight with rome, but she has also never really CARED for a person in the same way she cares about him. and naturally, he reads her just as well as she reads him. “i don’t know, i –” she sighs, “i actually feel sort of GUILTY. is that fucked up or what?” a short bark of laughter escapes ingrid’s lips. “i don’t know what i want.” 

she glances across the bathroom from where he sits on the tub, pulling her knees up to her chest as if to protect herself from something, curling up to make herself small. “what’s got you so pissed off, anyway?” she glances at her phone. “i know you couldn’t have talked to your dad.” ingrid and rome say a lot of things to each other without speaking – tonight, it’s different. because they ARE speaking. it’s uncharted waters, but with cameras off and lights out, it’s just enough to show the cracks in her carefully built-up facade. 

HIS LAUGH RINGS THROUGHOUT THE BATHROOM, accompanying hers. “guilty? who the hell are you?” but then again, he hasn’t quite been himself either — the wayward glances, waking with limbs entangled in one another and unwilling to move ... but there were parts of him that had stubbornly stuck as well. the inability to open up, the search for words he didn’t know in terms of his inner thoughts. he was still the same rome, the same person who ran to her lips and familiar sensations the minute that something felt different, felt too close.

“ i know what i want, ” there’s no hiding the sudden defensive stance benoit takes on. a natural response to being undermined like that by rome of all people. makes him wonder just how much ingrid had shared with the other; obviously, enough for him to now have a say in it. if benoit was only doubtful about it before, he’s more than sure now that rome isn’t the person he should be discussing this with… “ thanks for the heads up, but i think i’ve managed to hold her attention just fine. ” so far, at least. he has to bite his tongue before he says anything, yet it slips away from him. “ — i don’t know how what kind of history you two share, but you’d tell me if you intend to ever choose her, won’t you ? out of decency, at least, i hope. ” 

✭・.・—  SHE  FOLDS  HER  LEGS  IN  WHEN  HE  MOVES,  two  can  play  the  childish  game.  “  didn’t  know  asking  a  couple  questions  was  a  goddamn  crime,  fuck.  ”  sev  can’t  rest  idly  back  against  the  wall  anymore,  her  own  irritation  and  annoyance  prompting  her  to  lean  into  her  words.  “  i’m  asking  for  one  piece  of  information,  two  at  most,  but  you  can’t  even  give  me  a  name.  what,  is  your  little  girlfriend  back  home  jealous  ?  ”  they’re  adding  fuel  to  each  other’s  fires,  any  privacy  the  closet  gave  them  vanishing  with  the  heightening  volume  of  their  voices.  she’s  a  little  taken  aback  when  sevda  comes  into  play,  only  ever  hearing  him  use  her  full  name  during  their  first  meeting  after  correcting  him  on  the  use  of  ‘  sweetie  ’.  it’s  only  been  a  few  weeks  but  rome  stopping  her  in  the  lounge  area  felt  like  ages  ago.  and  now  here  they  are  in  the  same  closet,  arguing  like  five-year-olds.  “  if  it  doesn’t  fucking  matter,  you  wouldn’t  care  about  keeping  it  to  yourself.  is  that  what  you’re  afraid  of  ?  opening  up  to  people  ?  if  so,  then  excuse  me  for  trying  to  get  to  know  you  outside  of  this  asinine  show;  thought  you  were  better  than  your  little  tough  guy  act,  my  mistake.  ”

“𝕀 𝔻𝕀𝔻 𝕀ℕ𝔻𝔼𝔼𝔻,” he grins, happy that the other male isn’t questioning his, well, questionable decision to rush outside in the middle of the storm. he slides the tray down onto the coffee table, careful with the bottles of alcohol that were rather haphazardly placed around the cocktails he’d hurriedly made. “the mc…?” dakota starts, a little confused by the name of the foreign drink before a look of realisation hits his face, recalling a brief fascination he’d had with the bottle when seeing it in the cupboard. “oh! no, but i did manage to grab this,” he says leaning over to the tray and raising a bottle of scotch with an inquisitive look. “will that do?” 

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HANDS FALL TO HANG over his knees, his head hung in a similar fashion as he attempts to steady his breathing from the hurried manner they had rushed into the bathroom. his chest still rises and falls somewhat quickly from the effort he had put into everything and the excitement that had grown between the both of them. still, there’s a pounding in his chest, an intense frustration he can’t put a label on ... before she speaks.

“Yeah.” It’s a simple answer to a, seemingly confused, question. The tone of Rome’s voice and the ways his eyebrows move doesn’t tell her much else. Then, he questions her, and Jennifer has no choice but to really evaluate her own actions. “I don’t know. I guess.. seeing them talking together and whatnot… Like I said, it all just went to my head, okay?” She tries not to take her anger – that was now aimed at herself – out on him, but it’s difficult. “Sorry,” she mutters out with, yet another, sigh. “I’m just fucking annoyed… mostly at myself right now.”

“That’s what I’d like to think.” Jennifer sighs, placing her chin in the palms of hands, elbows resting on the counters’ surface. She looks at Rome to say, “She said something along the lines of “her and Benoit would look hot together.” I’m pretty sure that’s what she said.” Another sigh leaves her lips. “Maybe I just let it get to my head, I don’t know.” This was embarrassing to admit, but maybe she did take things a little too far. But that’s what Jennifer did when she was upset – she lashed out. She took the blame and placed it on other people more often than not. It’d been happening since she was a child – a terrible habit that just wouldn’t break.

✭・.・—  SHE  LEANS  BACK  AGAINST  THE  WALL,  arms  folding  over  her  chest.  be  it  any  one  of  their  random  conversation  topics  and  she’d  have  let  it  go  by  now,  but  this  is  specifically  about  rome.  “  doesn’t  sound  like  it  went  fine.  i  don’t  know  why  you’re  choosing  now  to  clam  up  when  we’ve  made  it  this  far,  but  you  know  nothing  leaves  these  four  walls.  ”  mostly  because  the  conversations  that  take  place  in  the  closet  have  to  do  with  their  charade.  “  unless  you  were  bullshitting  me  with  everything  else  we  talked  about  out  there,  you  must  be  playing  a  game  all  your  own.  ”  sevda’s  trying  to  stay  level-headed,  to  not  argue  with  someone  she’s  planning  to  spend  another  week  with,  but  leave  it  to  rome  to  be  one  of  the  most  frustrating  in  the  villa.  “  next  week  isn’t  going  to  be  any  different  than  the  last  few,  except  for  the  finale,  but  i  don’t  see  any  reason  to  talk  about  it  when  other  shit  is  clearly  going  on.  ”

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“ mhm , rowan . ” the male says , moving closer to the other . he passes him a full bottle of tequila , figuring it wouldn’t hurt anyone just to crack open a new one . what else was there to do anyway ? “ i would love a drink . drinking alone is no fun , i agree . ”

“ okay just hold that still…” angel asked, reaching into their pocket to pull out their trusty lighter. they had handed over a precariously put together torch consisting of a broom handle with a t-shirt doused in vegetable oil wrapped around it. the blackout had given them the opportunity to have a mini-macguevyer moment and they had jumped on it. they placed their hand over their companion’s hand to keep it steady before lighting up the torch, finally providing a little light as it burst into flames between them.

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krysta wasn’t surprised when rome simply said one word and began to walk away. it wasn’t like him to lend a helping hand despite the one she lent him just a few nights ago. it’s why they were too different to truly be in each other’s lives. as much as she wanted to give him the benefit of the doubt, a part of her was still raging at the way he treated her all those years ago. but soon enough, he’s stopping, and the surprise on her face can be seen even with the darkness surrounding them. maybe he does still have a soft side deep down. maybe he’s only showing it because the camera’s are off, but honestly? she didn’t care. she was alone and afraid, and before she could truly even think about her answer, her lips are already moving to form the words, “yes, please.” she prays, just for tonight, maybe he can let his tough exterior melt away, just for her. 

what seemed to start off as a lesson in successfully getting some action in the house — which, benoit was wholeheartedly taking mental note of, by the way ( if he could muster the gall to ) — was slowly turning into a weird waltz of trying to figure out what rome was getting at. “ i know i am, and that’s exactly what’s making it the wait all the more difficult. ” how many people exactly knew about him and ingrid ?  and it doesn’t help that he doesn’t know how to be subtle about suddenly being insecure… he has previously heard in passing that she had known a few of the islanders from before coming onto the show and rome just happened to be one of them… “ but what do you know about who i’m talking about, anyway ? ”  

Sighing, there are a few thoughts running through her head. It’s probably not a good to vent her feelings to Rome, of all people, but Jennifer doesn’t stop herself. “Alright, well, in a nutshell…” She tries to find the words. “She’s interested in Benoit – or, well, that’s what it seems like to me – and as much as I want to keep things casual, it just feels like bullshit to find out about it from fucking Ceanna. Not that there’s anything wrong with her, but – well, you wouldn’t like hearing from someone else that the person you wanted to get to know is off with someone else, would you? Or am I just tripping out about nothing?” If he were to go with the latter, Jennifer would definitely be upset right now, but she mentally tries to ignore that reality that she knows is true.