His words lingered in the air, similar to suspended drops of rain. Each passing moment carried the weight of emotions Carla had tried to suppress for so long. God, his honesty was disarming, something she enjoyed tremendously even if it sometimes took her aback. Was it yesterday that the delicate difference of their intertwined realities shattered into shards? No, that was a lot longer ago, when she was standing at the police station, facing the extent of all that she had lost. Carla hurt him, over & over again, and yet here he was. She did not deserve him, not in the slightest, and her heart still firmly believed that he was better off. " there is so much you don't know, Samuel." A soft sigh escaped her rosy lips as she pinched the bridge of her nose, wishing everything would be easier. There was a way for her to make things easy, her ability to use words as sharp weapons, the reason why he should loathe her, daggers she could use again. However, every day, she wore a brave facade, masking the fatigue that threatened to engulf her. Carla couldn't do that anymore, her need to seek sanctuary in the person who mattered the most to her growing more & more. "  you know I don't care about money, but there is so much at stake, I just . . . " couldn't bear the thought of you being hurt, she thought but didn't say, words remaining locked, unsure of how she could even begin to explain her situation to him.

if someone wants to have a relationship with patricia, they should know she enjoys having some sort of confirmation that they are supposed to be exclusive at some point. she's not the kind of person you can just let it happen and assume you're already dating exclusively; or trust me, she will sleep with someone else at the first fight then argue that you never agreed on exclusivity (despite the fact that she would be livid if someone did this to her). so, she feels secure after this is agreed on. as for bigger plans like introducing them to her family or moving in together, it really depends on person to person, but it usually takes a few months at least.

 her giggles echo through the walls , she found him in the kitchen in the heart of the night after she came back from their rebellious little trip around the town ; it was four am , she believes berlín was up for a glass of water when she stumbled inside . she's not sure who initiated , but she was currently on the counter and humming soft moans into the palm of his hand . [ @artmadc ] red panties hanging from her ankle , rocking back and forth with his gentle thrusts ; pace picking up here and there , startling her and drawing slightly louder and more desperate moans from the woman . his lips replace his hand , he devours her gasps . they spent an eternity like that it seems . struggling to keep quiet , her back aching against the firmness of the counter he pounds inside her repeatedly until he grunts out a pleased sigh in her ear . and it's over , thighs pressing tighter against his waist as she whines softly , taking in the last , clumsy thrusts over and over . she opens her eyes to see him panting , a little flushed around tender cheeks which she quietly strokes with one hand . again , she doesn't know who kisses who but she's savouring the taste of his nightly glass of whiskey with a soft hum . ❛ . . . i think you're going to have to carry me to my room . ❜

of course, when it comes to trauma i'm not just talking about what has happened; those things very much still affect her in the present day, specially since she's still in touch with her abuser. she might say a vague thing or two but for the most part she'll suck it up and deal with it by herself, because deep down, no, she doesn't have people she trusts that much, not when she's at her most vulnerable.

 An air of challenge emanated from Carla as she arched an eyebrow in response to the audacious display before her, unbothered. There was a time when Carla was JEALOUS, the first to figure that Rebeka had a thing for Samuel before they even dated. It got worse once it got official, every inch of her wishing she was the brown-haired girl. How ironic, really. Things were different now, and Carla knew better. Parts of her did understand Rebeka's mistrust. If there was one thing the two girls had in common, it was their need to protect Samuel. " Using him for what, exactly? " The two hadn't been official for long, and Carla knew that their relationship would come as a surprise to most people. La marquesa and el camarero, what an odd pair they made. " I care about Samuel, so spare me your melodrama, alright?"

 but feeling the grass shift beside her , feeling his presence before he even kisses her shoulder , akina doesn't want to think about anything but him . him , his familiarity , his playful quips as if nothing had happened . as if she's not spent the last few months doing the most stupid things because she couldn't recognize her grief . in fact , she was avoiding him because facing him completely scared akina . it wasn't even something as dramatic as this , she could swallow the humiliation and eventually let him come closer to the erupting volcano of her rage – if he can . ❛ i'm not giving you silent treatment . ❜  she lies , toys with a strand of thin grass between her fingers as she stares at the old building , a new place to plan a new heist . eventually , she looks back at him , catches his stare with a small smile . he hasn't changed , he's probably still ill , and he looks as handsome as ever . ❛ . . . you'd come to me if you missed me . right ? ❜ he probably would , there's only one option left and akina simply doesn't want to think about it . long fingers tuck black strands behind her ear , before she looks away from him again . ❛ i'm not mad . we didn't have anything serious . ❜

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