ᴏɴᴇ ꜰᴀʟꜱᴇ ᴍᴏᴠᴇ, ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴀ ᴋᴇɴɴᴇᴅʏ ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ꜰɪɢʜᴛ ɪᴛ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇɴᴇᴍʏ ɪ'ᴍ ꜱᴏ ꜱɪᴄᴋ, ʙᴜᴛ ɪ ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ꜰɪɴᴅ ᴀ ʀᴇᴍᴇᴅʏ ɪ'ᴍ ꜱᴛɪʟʟ ᴛʀʏɴᴀ ꜰɪɴᴅ ᴍʏ ɪᴅᴇɴᴛɪᴛʏ.

ɪɴᴅɪᴇ // ʜɪɢʜʟʏ ꜱᴇʟᴇᴄᴛɪᴠᴇ // ᴀᴛꜱᴠ ᴄᴀɴᴏɴ ᴅɪᴠᴇʀɢᴇɴᴛ ᴍɪɢᴜᴇʟ ᴏ'ʜᴀʀᴀ // ꜱᴘɪᴅᴇʀ-ᴍᴀɴ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ʏᴇᴀʀ 2099

ʜᴇᴀᴠɪʟʏ ᴀꜰꜰɪʟɪᴀᴛᴇᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ: ʙɪɪᴛᴄʜᴄᴀᴋᴇꜱ + ᴘʟᴀꜱᴍᴀᴄᴀɴᴏɴꜱ

ᴀ ꜱᴛᴏʀʏ ᴏꜰ ɢᴜɪʟᴛ, ʀᴇᴅᴇᴍᴘᴛɪᴏɴ, ʜᴏᴘᴇ, ꜰɪɴᴅɪɴɢ ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴜɴɪᴛʏ ᴀɴᴅ ꜰɪɢᴜʀɪɴɢ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɪᴛ ᴛᴀᴋᴇꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴇɴᴀᴄᴛ ᴄʜᴀɴɢᴇ.

ꜱᴛᴏʀʏʙᴏᴀʀᴅ ʙʏ ʀʏᴀɴ + ɪɴᴋ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄᴏʟᴏʀꜱ ʙʏ ʙʀᴜᴛᴀʟɪᴛɪᴇᴅ

PROMPTS FOR SILENT ACTIONS THAT SAY A LOT || ᴄʟᴏꜱᴇᴅ!

It was supposed to be just the two of us. Someplace quiet, where both of us could feel safe for a little while. That was how it was planned in my mind, anyway. Before New York's constant buzzing chatter turned into a call to action. Noises kept cutting into our personal time, alarms and distant sirens kept making me jump at the dinner table. Shaking the plates and pushing drinks aside.

As much as it pains me not to care, I still try to sit still, try to enjoy my dinner and my space with her, but she already knows what I'm thinking about during our entire time here. Eventually, she crosses the dining room, her lips pressed against mine. Her hand falls on my chest, sharing a look in her eyes that's all too familiar with mine. She knows what I have to do.

guests at a party … sentence starters || ᴄʟᴏꜱᴇᴅ!

happy birthday! 🥳 … sentence starters || ᴄʟᴏꜱᴇᴅ!

PROMPTS FOR SILENT ACTIONS THAT SAY A LOT || ᴀᴄᴄᴇᴘᴛɪɴɢ!

Steam fills the bathroom, fogging up the mirror and windows. Red runs down my chest, and the back of my hand wipes away the residue left sticking to my chin. The water runs clear to crimson, swirling into the drain below us. I freeze up at the feeling of her fingertips, smooth against my skin. I'd recognize her touch in total darkness, not that it would stop me from being able to see her.

We stand there for a while, her arms around me, watching the water change; the lingering taste of iron is still in my mouth from just hours before. Red clings to the ridges of my fingertips. Despite all my best efforts, I can't seem to get away from it. My hands hold onto hers, our stained fingers intertwine. My own breathing steadies alongside hers. Our heartbeats are falling closer into sync.

Plus dealing with more freedom - no cameras outside his place like usual.