sovereign

“hmm.” francesca listens to brynn’s plight genuinely, no sarcastic reply ready on her tongue ( for once ). “sounds like a real struggle.” that sounded sarcastic even though she meant it, and she chides herself for it. “sucks that you got locked in here… wonder how we could get out. i used to know how to pick a lock, but it’s been a while. we could try yelling for help, but… you tried it once and look where it got us.” a smile tugs at her lips, francesca unable to resist the urge to tease the other girl just a little. 

love language result: mulberry

key words: romance, slow-burning, devotion

the love of yearning, of candlelit nights spend staring longingly at your lover’s hands or of cramping your own with the effort of writing the perfect love letter, yours is the love that transcends time, expectations, and patience. when you’re in love with somebody, you give them your whole heart. an extremely loyal, thoughful, and introspective person, your ideal date may involve simply opening a bottle of wine and revelling in the company of your favourite person. voted most likely to fall in love with somebody who your soul remembers from a past life - if you believe in that sort of think.

     of course if it comes that easy, there has to be a tagline attached. alex sighs, frustrated as she runs her fingers through the ends of her hair. “ yeah, maybe it’s the natural disaster or something. ” it’s full of snark, so much that her voice even surprises herself, and she softens a degree or two. “ you know, instead of torturing me i’m sure there’s a way i can actually pay you back. i know these stupid ‘favors’ aren’t really doing anything. ”

       things had been disastrous to say the least, but with things slowly settling down, tatum felt a stroke of guilt wedge its way in. jude had been in that accident with caleb, and with all the chaos, she hadn’t quite checked on him the way she should’ve. physically, he seemed fine, but a car accident was fairly traumatic -– as his friend, she should at least seek him out to make sure he’s doing okay. so with her things finally settled in place, she makes her way down a few halls until she reaches his new dorm, wrapping her knuckles against the door and waiting patiently for someone to answer. it takes a lot longer than expected, and she’s just about to leave when it swings open. “ oh. ” the harsh tone might do something to deter her, but tatum’s distracted by the sight of brynn in a towel. a few rogue, damp curls clinging her neck, the sheen of sweat across her forehead and the bridge of her nose, the pink tinge to her cheeks from the heat. tatum feels her own flush in return. “ i-i.. i was looking for jude, actually. ” she clears her throat. “ do you know when he’ll be back? ”

“wow, what an original insult.” fran can’t help but roll her eyes. this is so juvenile. she wishes she’d never opened the closet door in the first place. she notes brynn stepping back. are you afraid of me? she wonders, but she bites her tongue. “i’m not expecting anyone to kiss my ass! but a simple thank you would suffice.” scanning the closet, she tries the door knob one more time in a futile effort at escape. “why the fuck were you in here, anyway?”

     even though brynn is telling her she’s right, alex doesn’t feel much better. in fact, she feels worse. brynn’s tormenting isn’t unordinary, but alex is under a lot of stress lately and this isn’t doing anything to help. “ of course.” she finds her patience thinning, but reminds herself that she owes brynn still, no matter how irritated she feels. so, she resets to the original position, holding as asked until brynn calls action. only, as hard as alex tries, the grimace on her face is almost impossible to remove. it’s ruining the shot and she knows it. “ can’t we like, take five or something? ”

“i don’t know, maybe you locked yourself in like a dumbass?” the words fly out before fran can carefully consider them like she usually does. there’s plenty of tension — sparks fly, threatening to catch on fire in the electricity spanning between the two. it’s only intensified by the direct insult. fran takes a step towards her, a burning sensation of anger intensifying deep in her stomach. maybe it was just the situation, or maybe it was just the fact that brynn hadn’t even acknowledged her since the rec room, but she felt so brittle she could snap. “listen, i didn’t have to help you — you could try maybe, you know, not biting the hand that feeds you? either way, you don’t have to be such a fucking asshole.”