esmcrcldaaโ:ย // โฐ ย esmeralda amatore . โฑย
ย ย ย ย ย ย ย find a way to make it workโoh, if only he knows the weight of his words. she thinks about it constantly, them. theyโre friends, but she loves him. esmerelda knows she does, yet she remains secluded to the sidelines. it was safer there. the ultimate irony of it all, the man she trusts mosts could unknowingly break her heart with as much as a glance. she realizes she has to respond, and inspiring up all of the falsehood she could muster, she shrugs.ย โ i thought you were the type to T A K E what you want, mase. โ she never fully realizes how could she is at covering up, her affection for the male. it was when he wasnโt paying attention that she truly allows herself to admire him. heโs perfect in the most imperfect of ways. sheโs ghosted on everyone else who has tried to earn her heart, always circling back to mason in this viciousย cycle that could so easily be remedied if she was stronger person than she was. esme was a dreamer, often plagued by theย โ what ifโsย โ, the deepest desires of her heart playing like a 3d screen in her mind. in her fantasies, things were different. she wasnโt so damn afraid of the unknown. what mason is describing now is a dateโdinner by candlelight, just the two of them, stolen glances across the table and entwined fingers.ย she knows he doesnโt mean it as she pictures it. itโs something else she thinks about, more often than sheโd ever admit out loud.ย โ well now that you mention it, โ esme hums, lip ghosting over her plump inferior lip,ย โ if that didnโt get you laid, i donโt know what will. โ sheโs pushing the boundaries ever so slightly, resolved with the fact that he started this. but god, how she hopes that heโs not toying with her heart. he could be, without even realizing it. just as quickly as the boldness appeared, she was reminded why she held back. it was too terrifying, thinking this crush on mason would result in the end of their friendship. she needs him. he keeps her sane, keeps her from spiraling into her addiction, into this horrible war of death and betrayal. esmerelda knows thatโs why heโs developed such a large holding of her heart. heโs different than the rest. sheโd gladly dedicate more of her time to him, caution to the wind. it was dangerous if they were seen together, even more so if his role in the fire was ever uncovered. she didnโt give a fuck. at the end of the day, it didnโt matterโcobras, savages. if she was supposed to hate him, she refuses. esme could never bring herself to allow their affiliation to stand in the way of them being together, in whatever capacity thatย โ togetherness โ entailed. her brown hues narrow as he speaks. because heโs right, she does love it. mason hasnโt a clue how much. and how much she wished heโd misbehave with her.ย โ youโre right, thereโs somethinโ about arsonists that really turn me on. i bet this is why you did it, huh ? i think thereโs easier ways to get a girlโs attention, โ she giggles, playfully jabbing his bare chest with her finger. itโs far easier to keep this lighthearted, to not stare into his captivating eyes and tell him how she dreams of him nearly every night.ย โ oh, i have PLENTY of ways, โ esme assures with a nod,ย โ i could shareโฆ but itโs way much more for me to watch you wonder about it. โ this is another moment where she hates what he does to her, making her feel as though sheโs walking on a cloudโand here she is, completely sober. she offers him a genuine smile, sheepishly looking away momentarily as she tucks a lock of her long brunette tresses behind her ear.ย ย โ good. there better not be any other esmeโs in your life. โ she knows for a fact thereโs no other masons in herโs. he was one of a kind, someone she looked for in the faces of every friend and lover she has.ย โ you donโt even have a good view with me behind you like this, cโmon, use your brain, โ she teases, affectionately nuzzling her face against the side of his head, at perfect heigh for her short stature. she does this to cover up the red tint to her cheeks. she didnโt want to make it too obvious she was swooning over him.ย โ oh yeahย ? and where would you want it to slip then, huh ?ย โ she asks, trying hard to focus on her art, and not the man she was crazy over effortlessly making her legs weak. esme is relatively fast at what she does, despite taking extra precautionsย to ensure masonโs tattoo was flawless. after thirty minutes of drawing and shading, she was pleased with the result.ย ย โ i think it might be doneโฆ โ she announces, wiping off the space of any excess ink or blood.ย โ yeah. itโs done. go look ! โ this is the big moment, and sheโs absolutely nervous. making him happy is everything to her. the final product is stunning, something sheโs really PROUD ofโ black, white and grey, a rose blossomed out, petals intricate and unique, all encompassed by a passionate flame. the edges of the delicate petals were ashy, nearly dripping in the intense heat ( much like how esme felt when she was with him ). of course, looking closer, the most personal touch of all, her signature worked into the fire, a tiny, chic heart forming from the lettering of theย โ a โ ending her name.
ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย words are spoken in such a way that his lips part , corners of his lips twitching as mason kept his gaze on esmeralda - if he were to , heโd probably ruin their friendship , allow himself to close the gap between them right there , do the one thing heโs toying with in his mind , risk it - kiss her , but he doesnโt - holds back from giving in , from doing the one thing he feared would ruin the friendship. sheโs too good for him , too good for this world , for valdez - and she deserved so much better. yet heโs completely oblivious as of what flashes through her mind once heโs suggested the dinner , doesnโt know the things she pictures , or how much she truly wants this - wants that , for him to go out , on a date - but her words , they only cause him to bite down onto his bottom lip , the corners of his lips twitching. this banter , itโs what he lives for - to have such a conversation with the femme - addicted to her presence. itโs something he knows he is , somehow ends up texting her whenever theyโre not together , bugs her - wants nothing more but to hear her voice - he cares too much , knows he shouldnโt considering his status , but setting the caito mansion on fire and coming right here , heading to see her , just proves with who his loyalty stood. heโd do anything to protect her , to make sure sheโd remain safe - fuck heโd KILL anyone who dared to hurt her , heโd KILL for her , would DIE for her and thatโs a fact. if he had to take a bullet to the head to make sure she was safe , if it ensured sheโd never get hurt , heโd fucking take it.ย โย oh so youโre suggesting we should .ย .ย . ??ย โ tone of voice clearly hints at one thing only , - heโs toying with the idea , the way his eyes gaze into her own - theyโre friendsย , just friends - and he toys with the idea , but he wouldnโt do that to her - god she wasnโt just some girl , it was esmeralda for the love of god , and he cares more than heโll ever admit. he cares , cares so fucking much. it only seems like the playful banter was not stopping any time soon , lips curled into a smirk - his whiskey hues searching her features - he refuses to hate her , refuses to do the one thing heโs meant to do. it doesnโt matter , that theyโre cobras and savages -ย โย but you know i was trynna impress you. see ?? it worked , i got your attention - all to myself now too.ย โ shameless flirting , - truth is , if he were to see her with anyone else heโd try to let it not bother him , but a part of him would find itself wishing to take the otherโs place , be good enough - give her what she deserved , a life away from all this drama.ย โย youโre the only esme in my life , will always be.ย โ his gaze is stuck upon the reflection of the mirror , feeling her cheek against his own , nuzzling her face against his - it would take him two seconds , him tilting his head and close the gap between the two , to kiss her - two seconds - but he doesnโt , stops himself from doing so.ย โย ย but yโknow , iโm sure i donโt have to say anything for you to know where iโm thinking -ย โ nonstop teasing , and he doesnโt seem to realise how she feels - is only tempting , playing - when deep down he knows he craves the sight of esmeralda , craves the taste , the feel - simply craves her. heโd be a liar if he said he did not , but there he is - trying hisย best to get by in that moment without thinking about it too much - last thing he wants is to get a fucking hard on right there. and then , the tattoo is done - sheโs announced , tells him to go and look , and slowly he gets up - reaches for one of the small mirrors , hand raising as his back faced the one behind him - and heโs quiet , lips parting as he took in every little detail , admiring the perfect inking , the lines , the curves - but thereโs one thing he spots , fingertips brushing over her signature , - and he says nothing , as heโs looking at her once again , mirror placed onto the counter only to walk towards her , soft chuckle parting his lips -ย โย youโre a fuckinโ genius.ย โ heโs honest , as he wraps his arms around her , his voice softer - grin wide.ย โ actually a genius , itโs beautiful , i love it. โ and his hand reaches for her own , once again - thumb brushing over her knuckles. heโs not sure what to tell her , heโs mesmerised really , but all he can do is one thing - show his gratitude , thank her - over and over.ย โย seriously , esme .ย .ย . thank you.ย โ











