#absclutions

               spending time with her family had never been the brunettes favourite thing to do ( she was a target for scrutiny ), but when her sister had invited her over after she’d been living oversea’s, niamh decided it was time to put her pride behind her & face the music. ‘ yes, mum, ------- he’s fine. i have a school picked out. he STILL knows who you are, yeah. ’ these were questions she had to answer every time she brought her son to visit the family, enquiries she found to be somewhat dumb with an obvious answer ; but she knew she’d brought it on herself. if her son ever grew up to move to another country & took her grand-kids with him, she’d be worried all the time ( & a little bit furious ). with the little boy entertaining himself on the floor, the female allowed herself to fit comfortably in the chair ; eyes rolling with every subtle insult that was sent her way. niamh was the problem child in her family, the one who had a child out of wedlock to a man who’s surname she didn’t even know, ------ opposed to her seemingly perfect sister, the one currently engaged & presumed innocent by her parents. once she heard a knock on the door, she’s quick to swipe the child from the floor & hold him close ( MATERNAL nature taking over ), before heading over to the front of the house to meet her soon to be brother-in-law. a look of confusion decorated her features upon hearing the strangers voice, a familiar but nervous feeling settling in her gut. when he rounded the corner & into her eyesight, niamh felt her world shift beneath her, ------- shit. the same man she’d ran out on after a one night stand exactly two years & nine months ago, now introducing himself as her sister’s fiance. shaking his hand all the same, she composed herself in record time ( after sharing glances between jaspar & the baby on her hip ). ‘ i’m niamh, it’s nice to meet you. ’

DAHLIA: you never fail to astound me

DAMIAN: don't wait up

bc me and u are the same person bLess

STO P IM S CVERSAMING THANK YOU SO MUCH ?? I JUST WENT ON INSTAGRAM VIA ONLINE AND WENT FROM THERE AND DID A REPLICA

         the sound of his front door creaking open piques his attention,  just  enough to lift his frame from its current reclined position on his couch to peer at his newfound company  ----   ❛   oh,  it’s just you,   ❜   kole murmurs,  and then he’s back down  ;  staring at the blank screen of the television.   ❛   did ye’ get what i asked for ?   ❜   he queries  &  he’s referring to the rather scarce grocery list he’d left her  :  booze  &  snacks.

               he  wishes  things  were  different     ...     he  really  does.  he  wishes  he  didn’t  feel  this  suffocating  feeling  every  time  his  mind  wandered  to  the  boundaries  of  their  relationship     ---      he  can’t  love  them,  not  in  the  way  they  want  or  the  way  he  wishes  he  could    (    years  of  sickening  abuse  will  do  that  to  you    ).  fuck,  he’s  not  even  sure  he  knows  HOW  to.  broken  being  incapable  of  such  a  simple  sentiment    ;     it’s  saddening  but  all  the  more  cliche  which  makes  his  fists  curl  by  his  side  and  jaded  optics  roll  at  how  he’s  let  himself  get  this  way.  a  plethora  of  one  night  stands,  meaningless  hookups   and  a  trail  of  broken  hearts  left  in  his  wake  and  he’s  finally  come  across    t h e m.   the  sole  person  who  has  managed  to  rock  his  world  off it’s  hinges.  there’s  a  hesitation  in  his  frame,   bitter  petals  pursing  as  he  peers  at  the  other  before  him.  eyes  will  shift  elsewhere  because  he  can’t  take  the  way  he  drowns  in  the  other’s  familiar  optics,  hands  sliding  into  his  back  pockets  as  head  drops.    ‘       i  don’t  want  to  hurt  you.    ’     he  can’t  give  them  what  the  other  is  asking  of  him     ..    he  won’t.  he’ll  leave  in  the  morning  and  he’s  not  sure  he  can  handle  doing  that  to  them.