THALASSOPHILE

xoxo

IM YELLING I LOVE THEM SO MUCH OH MY GOD

*   @prinsessemelodi  liked for a starter  .

        the queen’s smile remains gentle,  even as her eyes dot the back of the duke like small targets line the back of his suit. ever the picture of grace, ella has learned to be a quiet threat;  a calm presence in the heightened emotions of court. her gaze returns to melody, not an inch of her smile disappearing.  ❝  let me know if he bothers you again, i will make sure that it does not happen.  ❞

“You’re too kind.”

@notusedtohappy || meme || accepting

“I wouldn’t dream of it.”

        Nimble fingers interlaced themselves with his. Content – is not something that is seen on her features often. She lived life in a worried state. Brow furrowed bent over some painting, alone. That’s how she intended to live out most of her life. It was easier that way. Melody was used to dancing in the kitchen alone at three am and leaving her paints on the living room floor. None of it had meant to be shared. So to be granted this moment of reprieve was a gift that she would not be ungrateful for. Melody rubbed her thumb in a circular pattern on the back of her hand. Her breathing was steady as she laid her head on his chest, the thumping of his heartbeat a comfort. The dark blue hue of the sky could be seen through the window, with the glimmer of stars or a streetlights. As if time had paused just for them. 

        She wanted to stay there a movement more before meeting his gaze. “You know I -” Love was on the edge of her lips. Ready to take the plunge into the unknown as she stared up at him. But that was too much. It was too much to ask from life that she get both happiness and love. She dare not ask for too much. Not when it was so new. “You know I wouldn’t dream of driving home at this time of night.” Her thumb stops mid-motion, pursing her lips together to keep from saying any more. Sometimes it felt as if her mind and words were ahead of where she was comfortability wise. 

sitting down isn’t really helping with his nerves, he’d still fidgeting a bit anxiously as they settle into the booth and take their menus and it must be ridiculous to think that’s already a bad first impression, but jim is prone to overthink every little detail of his life  ⸺  his dating life included, otherwise he wouldn’t have signed himself up for this  ⸺    and right now it is only making the situation worse for him. he feels like melody can see right through him and while her face is kind and genuine, he feels undeserving of it. ( god, he is really overthinking this to the bone. he should stop. )

“n-no, i haven’t actually. that’s a first for me,” he admits, a hand resting on his neck as he looks through the menu and up at her again. her conversational tone and candid honesty help him relax though and as she recounts her own worries, he starts to feel like he can breathe again. that’s good. “i don’t even know if they bring food to you? i think we need to order, or i guess so,” he rambles before his eyes trail to the little round device in his jacket pocket. he completely forgot about that after being so caught up in the moment of meeting melody, but maybe checking it wouldn’t be a bad idea; they could set the evening straight right away and keep their expectations in check. “but we can check first, if you want that too. i mean, i don’t have a problem with that. maybe we’re both less nervous after that because, if you couldn’t tell, i’m quite anxious myself.”

“Are you all right?”

        The words fell from her mouth gently as she tried to offer him a smile. Jim looked nervous in her opinion and she didn’t want his nerves to rub off on her. She was already nervous as she was. Melody could feel her heart pounding in her chest as her eyes scanned over the menu, certainly looking at the letters but not reading them at all. “That would make sense, that we would order. It is a restaurant.” She silently tried to bury her face in the menu, not making eye contact. It was like this program had made all of the sense leave her body. She had a sigh at relief with the admission that it was his first time too, something about being in this situation together made it better. “I say we just leave it up to the waiter, I’m sure that they know best.” Although she continued to look at the various sections, to find comfort in the font or different dishes. 

        “Oh, you’re right.” She hastily put down her menu, rubbing the palm of her hands on her thighs. Melody nodded tucking a piece of hair behind her ear. “I think before food makes the most sense.” She continued, digging the device out of her bag. Her hands clutched too it, meeting his gaze once more. “We should do it at the same time right? Like on a count of three.” The words continue to fall from her mouth with no regard for how they were landing. They were a little bit for Jim, but they were mostly for Melody. It was almost like a soothing mechanism. “Alright . . .”

maybe i love these two emotionally stunted idiots with all my heart !!!!!!!

@notusedtohappy || meme || accepting

“Are you sure?”

        Ocean eyes scan his countenance and search for some ounce of p i t y. That was probably the thing that Melody hated most about her family situation. It was always very clear where you stood with the Chief when you were constantly in his station. She had always understood that the job came with a heavy price but it also strained their relationship to near strangers. Melody wasn’t a fool, she knew that Jim could sense those things. She enjoyed his company far too much for it to be based on something other than mutual respect. She gnawed on her bottom lip, gaze flashing up to meet him. “It’s just a trip to the grocery store, I’m sure the you have better things to do.” Not that she would deny the company. Finding reasons to stop by the station had become the new highlight of her day. She couldn’t deny that when she was away the coloring of her world seemed duller. 

         Melody shifted back and forth on her heels, clutching her bag close, as she looked across the desk strewn with papers. A rush of emotion plagued her. The way that he cheeks flushed when she was with him, or her willingness to laugh. Her cheeks had begun to hurt at the end of the day simply from smiling. She tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear, the corners of her mouth upturning. Might as well revel in the feeling a little longer. Melody adjusted the strap of her bag on her shoulder, taking a step toward Jim with a lowered voice. “Although I do make a mean spaghetti and there’s a bowl with your name on it if you feel so inclined.” A little less than an outright offer, but it was something. It was exactly what she could muster.