Maverick Marisol

Ellie’s reflection was blurry. If she closed the bad eye it was less so, but the tears that remained in the good one weren’t helping. Her hair was a mess, her bad eye was swollen and purple, and she had on pyjamas with donuts on them. Not exactly how she wanted Maverick to see her, but she wasn’t really in a seductive mood. He knocked on the door, and she tried to fix her hair anyway as she went to answer it. 

She opened the door and was annoyed with the butterflies in her stomach when she opened it. But it was a better feeling than the empty guilt she’d felt the past 24 hours, so she smiled a bit, despite herself. “Sorry I look like a train hit me. It was, in fact, just a small girl,” she said, feeling very small herself as she opened the door wider for him to come in.

Immediately upon seeing her his entire body hurt “oh fuck, Ellie” he stepped inside and closed to door behind him before he pulled her into his arms. “I’m sorry you feel like this, you don’t deserve any of this”. He was such a mix of emotions, he was angry, and sad and hurt and he just wanted to make it all go away for her.

“am i screaming?” reese’s voice cracked, her tongue running along the bottom of her teeth. “i’m not mad at you for caring about someone else’s feelings, maverick. you need to understand that.” she sighed, a hand coming to wipe under her eyes. “it’s just… when you don’t notice that the person who is standing right in front of you is hurting…. that’s what fucking sucks, alright?” she mumbled quietly. “especially when you’re supposed to be acting like her boyfriend.”

As much as he wanted to be upset with her he didn’t like making her upset, he didn’t always want to be the bad guy, it was exhausting. “Come on inside” he opened the door wider for her to come inside. “Look, i think we need to just put some things behind us, why don’t we sit down, have a few drinks and try to get to know one another”.

elora: it is. i've got all these christmas presents bought, and i'm not sure any of these people even like me. i've returned two of them already.

elora: i won't say no.

maverick: it'll be okay...

elora: i think you might be the only person on this continent who genuinely cares about me?

elora: and that can't be healthy, or normal.

elora: i shouldn't be saying any of that to you. usually i delete things like that before i send them, but i haven't slept in two days and i'm in a lot of pain and my friends are dropping like flies and i had to cancel next week's shows and i miss you.

elora: ugh, please pretend i never said any of that.

maverick: i really don't think that's true

maverick: i miss you too...

@illusorymaverick

reese’s teeth were gnawing on the inside of her cheek, an annoyed expression on her face as she made her way through mavericks apartment building. finding his room was proving to be difficult in her angered state, but when she did (finally) find it, her fist knocked on the door. “maverick, you better open the door or i swear to god…”

Maverick was going over a few things from practice and looking over some forms when he heard a knock on his door, part of him wish it was Elora but he knew it wouldn’t be. Opening the door he sighed “so you’ve come to scream at me in person for caring about someones feelings?”.

elora: i’ve been worse.

elora: its fine, mav, really.

elora: everyone else in this city hates me, why shouldnt she?

maverick: it doesn't make any of this okay Ellie

maverick: hey, i heard about what happened

maverick: are you okay?

[dm] @reesemonroe: what if i was tweeting about regina fucking george ?

[dm] @maverick: no one is that stupid reese, don't start with me

[dm] @reesemonroe: i didn't start shit.

[dm] @reesemonroe: and if we're going to argue, we are not doing it over dms.

[dm] @maverick: you didn't need to subtweet her!

[dm] @reesemonroe: she's being a bitch and someone needs to set her in place.

[dm] @maverick: you kind of fucking started it

Maverick & Elora aesthetic