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WHAT YOUR MUSE’S NAME IS IN MINE’S PHONE:

angry greene 1

WHAT YOUR MUSE’S PICTURE IS IN MINE’S PHONE:

WHAT YOUR MUSE’S RINGTONE IS:

you’ve got a friend in me

MY MUSE’S LAST TEXT TO YOURS:

@bridgctss

WHAT YOUR MUSE’S NAME IS IN MINE’S PHONE:

irritation - do not reply

WHAT YOUR MUSE’S PICTURE IS IN MINE’S PHONE:

WHAT YOUR MUSE’S RINGTONE IS:

what i’ve done - linkin park

MY MUSE’S LAST TEXT TO YOURS:

WHAT YOUR MUSE’S NAME IS IN MINE’S PHONE:

love

WHAT YOUR MUSE’S PICTURE IS IN MINE’S PHONE:

WHAT YOUR MUSE’S RINGTONE IS:

let her go - passenger

MY MUSE’S LAST TEXT TO YOURS:

[ 14/02/2018 ] i miss you.[ 14/02/2018 ] i know i fucked up. i’m sorry. i’m so so sorry. [ 14/02/2018 ] please tell me how i can fix this

[ 16/02/2018, unsent ] i am miserable without you

[ 22/02/2018, unsent ] i wish you were here

[ 06/03/2018, unsent ] i don’t know if you even have my number saved anymore but i miss you so much. will you please talk to me?

[ 25/03/2018, unsent ] i keep on painting you. every piece turns into you[ 25/03/2018, unsent ] i wonder if you know it’s me that’s behind it[ 25/03/2018, unsent ] i’ve never painted anyone but i can’t stop painting you

“you say that as if i’m not used to ollivander and his tendency to tuck tail and run when things get tough? and yours is to pout and sulk like a teenage girl who didn’t get concert tickets.” she audibly gulped as he stepped back, taking a deep breath as she tried to control herself and her quick temper. “oh you’re right, nuns don’t fuck the love of their cousin’s life. guess rah and i have that in common now.” she ignored his last comment, instead settling back into the chair where she’d been working in before. “go find eleanor and grovel at her feet like the stupid lovesick puppy that you are. don’t worry reid, i didn’t see you today, can’t have your prospects with the princess diminished because you were with me.”

Olivia glanced up when she finally caught Reid finally walking into the bar, the same usual expression on his face, he seemed to be wearing it more and more these days. Taking another small sip and smiling softly at him. “Rough day?” She asked with a chuckle, trying her best to keep the softness and kindness in her voice, like she always did when she spoke with him. She laughed gently and held out her smooth hands, admittedly it had been more than a photo of her hands but she wasn’t about to admit that to anyone especially Reid. “See, definitely worth 10k. We really should cheers to him, because he’s paying for tonight.”

“page 645, question 9, subset d. if you really wanna have a go at it i’m not gonna stop you — you’re not gonna be able to solve it, that much i know — but it seems like an excessive amount of trouble to put yourself through just because you let something slip up.” letting out a short laugh, she slid her notes over to him, too, just in case he really did want to have at it. “why so deflective anyway - just makes it seem like it’s a bigger deal than it already is, you get me? if you really want … whatever the fuck it is to stay a secret you probably shouldn’t bring it up in casual conversation - i mean, unless you’re really keen on doing all that extra spin doctor-bullshit i’m sure is needed to cover your tracks.”

nora didn’t know exactly what she’d anticipated when taking the seat next to reid, but this certainly wasn’t it. “your words, not mine,” was all she offered in the way of an answer, the mere presence of him enough to almost make her forget they were still in public. leaning her forehead cautiously against his, she fell silent - weighing the pros and cons of what she was about to do next against each other - before letting out an almost inaudible whisper: “ah, fuck it.” and with that, she pressed her lips against his.

“ollivander always was possessive of his toys,” jai hummed. “understandable why though, bridget… she’s something that one. very fun, right?” if he was honest he didn’t really care much for the girl, but he did love the little tape they made, and he definitely couldn’t wait to show ollie.  “not a plan so much as a goal, hurt octavia. simple. she’s toxic, your sister needs better taste mate.”

lucas: so...

lucas: anything fun tonight?

reid: just a gallery opening & maybe some drinks

Olivia sat in the far corner of the familiar, slightly dingy bar, tapping her fingers on the scratched and stained wooden table, making a mental note to point out that their tables could use a polish as she waited for Reid to arrive. He wasn’t the usual sort of person that Olivia associated herself with but he was a means to an end, it all began when he drunkenly began talking about Lyss and Olivia saw her opportunity; get him drunk and all the feelings and secrets come pouring out and if there was one thing Olivia always loved, it was a good secret especially if she could use it to her advantage later, and all she saw with Lyss was opportunity especially since the girl lost her memory. Taking a small sip of the gin and tonic that sat in front of her, letting out an annoyed sighed as she waited impatiently for him to finally arrive.

“oh you let him how generous of you,” she huffed, voice softening for a mere second as she continued. “i’m not his property, you didn’t deserve that punch.” she found herself bristling again as he laughed at her, he’d be on the ground in seconds flat if she really wanted to lay him out, not that he needed to be aware of that little tidbit. grinning as she hit her desired mark bridget fought to not let a whimper out as he forced her back, she was always a little weak for being tossed around. “is that meant to hurt me? ohi’m easy, bridget the slag! be more fucking original reid. as if i care.” she rested her head against the wall as she let out a peal of laughter, “get off me reid. your type is clearly nun-like and rudeness to cover insecurities and mine is anything but you right now. get out.”

“more like you would, nothing like fucking your girlfriend’s cousin to loosen up right? you seem like you need it.” if he wanted to throw out jabs then she’d throw ones right back, and she didn’t care about going below the belt… in more ways than one. “clearly you don’t know your best friend as well as i do. you know how many times sebastian greene calls his son for help? and how many time he flat out said NO? he’s fucking running reid. get a grip. and call me a moron again and i’ll give you another black eye to match.” bridget was itching to lay a slap across his face for bringing dimitri into it, let alone guilting her by bringing up the fact that she couldn’t even manage to call out his name in the heat of things. “can you actually fuck off? how dare you bring my boyfriend into this,” she growled,  shoving at his chest. “just because nora doesn’t want you anymore doesn’t mean you can focus your stupid anger on me. you wanted me just as bad as i wanted you.”

Olivia: ugh

Olivia: I am so glad I posted that nail art photo on insta now.

Olivia: drinks are on me.

reid: won't say no to that

Olivia: have you seen my hands?

Olivia: I’m basically that girl from Titanic that Jack obsessed over