books and cleverness

and while she wasn’t incredibly fine, roza found it hard to accept the other’s help. and as he took a step towards her, she took a careful step back, her eyes wide at the other. “i-i think i’m fine.” she said with a shake of her head. “i don’t need to talk.” she needs to try and talk to him.

although he probably didn't look all too convinced, he didn't want to pressure her. "i'm not gonna force you to talk, but-- i know fine from not fine when i see it." he gave her his truly gentle smile. "if you want, we can go and do something. get your mind off of whatever it's on."

       “i’m fine, it’s fine…really.” she breathed, trying not to let the        other see the tears that started to pool in her eyes. “trust me.”        she said, seemingly trying to convince herself more than the        other.

"you don't seem very fine," atlas commented huskily, taking a step towards her. "you can talk to me about whatever is going on. if you want to. i don't bite, really." he tried to joke, letting out a quiet chuckle.

  “I think you in that outfit is probably         the highlight of my day.”

"pretty soon it could be the highlight of your night," belle teased, poking his chest.

“They’re your kids before five a.m.” Jason rolled over to his partner. “I took care of them yesterday morning.” He said, referring to their newborn twins.

"jace, please--" sasha rubbed her eyes, sitting up in bed. "it's not like i wasn't up with them half the night trying to get them to sleep." the brunette mumbled as she made her way to their cribs.

"of course i'm fine. i've dated multiple guys worse than him-- not like this is serious, anyway." fleur paused. "are you sure you're okay?"

❝ i’m not going anywhere before you tell me who he is. ❞

"a decent enough guy who's expressed interest in me. what's so wrong about that?"

sneaking into their room had became a routine, but tonight he just couldn’t seem to be as smooth as he usually was. “fuck,” dwayne cursed under his breath, tripping over the window sill and landing on his stomach. looking up, he throws them a cheeky smile. “sorry, i’ll be more quiet.” 

lia chuckled quietly before she threw a finger over her lips, getting down to help him up. "graceful as ever, i see," she teased, placing her hands on his forearms before allowing a ridiculously in love grin to spread. "i missed you."

     Tallulah's eyes narrowed dangerously. "Don't think you'll be able to hear me from the after life."

Cameron can only nod, because words are really hard to put together when you’re this emotional. But he’s unable to take his eyes off her, loving the way she looks when she laughs, despite the fact that she’s crying too. “I know!” he exclaims, dropping her hands — because fuck that — and down right tackling her into the most massive hug he can manage. “Let’s go somewhere. Anywhere. Everywhere. I don’t care.”

     When he hugged her, Tallulah held him tight, her hands grabbing fistfuls of his shirt on his back and her face burying into his chest. "Well, the world is your oyster," she grinned and continued to hold on, pulling away just enough so that he could see her face. "Anywhere you want to go. I've got unlimited gas in my car and just got paid." She cupped his face in her small hands, wiping away his still lingering tears. "This is amazing, Cam. You're amazing. This day is just-- amazing."

He’s crying — sobbing, actually, and pacing the floor that he can finally see hastily. “I-I don’t know how it happened,” he stammered, “but I… I can see again and I w-want to see everythin—” And there’s a pause, where he takes a moment to actually look at the person he’s with. His voice will drop to a tone that’s barely above a whisper, and he’ll whimper. “God, you’re beautiful.”

      Tallulah has big fat tears in her green eyes, some already spilling down her cheeks, but she's standing by while he paces the floor, letting him take it all in. As he's looking her, a laugh bubbles from her and she takes his hands, squeezing them tightly. "This is--" her voice cracked. She'd never thought they would get to be like this. Him seeing her. It all felt very surreal. "This is amazing."

"Maybe if I was a more experienced driver my dad would still be alive today. It’s my fault he’s dead and I would give anything to bring him back to make my mothers hurt go away. She don’t even look at me the same way. I’m sorry I just needed to talk about this. It’s not like you would understand anyway."

     "You can't... blame yourself for that shit," Tallulah drawled, chipping nervously away at the deep violet nail polish on her thumb nail. "No, I don't understand, you're right. But everyone has what ifs, and guilt, and everyone goes crazy in their own head at some point or another, trying to figure out what they could have done to get things to change."

“      I was abandoned, dropped off.        Not wanted.”

      "Get in line," Tallulah crossed her legs at the ankles.

"Did you need something? Or should I go, I do have work to do, yes." 

     Tallulah had been ready, love confession rip roarin' and ready to go. But then she was there in front of him and it felt like she'd swallowed a beehive. "Uh-- it can wait. Go back to work." She smoothed out her pencil skirt, looking down at whatever papers she'd been working on before.

          "Look, I know that having a kid is probably a deal breaker for you. I’ve heard it plenty of times from guys, or at least, the lies they’ve told me about we wouldn’t work out. Spare me the agony, yeah?" Natalie probably shouldn’t jump into conclusions, but she’s only trying to protect herself, "This is probably the part where you say something cliche, lay it on me, I promise I won’t feel offended."

      Tanner's brows furrowed and he shook his head. "You having a kid isn't a deal breaker. Honestly, it doesn't change anything. For me, at least." He smiled a little bit, eyes focused solely on her. "I mean, hell, the fact that you'd even tell me is a miracle in my eyes. I'm not exactly-- well, I never thought anyone would think I'm a good influence over a child. That is, if you ever want me to meet him or her. I don't--" He was getting ahead of himself, he knew that. "It just doesn't change anything, alright?"