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@assaultedhearts​    sent    :     📸 to see 3-5 pictures that my muse has/has taken of your muse(s)

           arms   are   wrapped   tightly   around   text   books   ,   auburn   tresses     were   confined  within   ponytail   ;   their   tightly    -   wound   curls   bounce  with  every   determined   step   she  takes  .  the  student   is   always   keen   on  punctuality   ,   never   one   to   be   fond  of  arriving   late   to   classes   .    first   day   of   freshman   year   would   leave   a   lasting   impression    ;   set  the  tone  for  the  whole  year  .   arriving   at   the  classroom   ,   hurried   motion   to   the   first   empty   seat   she  can  find  .     bag   is   swiftly    removed    from   narrow   shoulder   ,   books   set   upon   one   side   of   her  desk   .   pencil   and   notebook   are   retrieved   from   knapsack    ,    but  gaze   quickly   diverts   to   @assaultedhearts   sitting   beside   her  .    slight   uptick   of   the  corners   of   her  mouth   as    fingers   go   to   tuck   loose   tendrils   behind   her   ear  .   “     .    .    .      hi   ,   lad   .   .   .    “     accentuated   tone  softly   spoken   so   that  only   he  could  hear  .   “    _____    this   ye’r   first   day   ,   too   ?   “      

A sigh exited her throat because she understood what he meant by saying how hard that was on her: a best friend, no Renee was like her third nonbiological sister, one she bonded with instantly, one Nattie would drop anything for if the other Canadian asked. Now here she was, consoling her future ex-husband. She wondered if Renee knew the hidden extent of his behavior the way Nattie just found out for herself. “I’m more worried about you right now,” she simply answered. Guess she’d cross that forbidden bridge once she got there. “Hey, are you hungry or thirsty?” the blonde offered. “I’m not leaving until I know 100% that you’re okay.” And that was a damn promise. The formidable perseverance of any Hart relative, he’d have to physically get rid of her, or die trying. She was already willing to stay for the night - if that’s what he desired.

Knowing how unpredictable he’s notorious to be, nothing came close to all the things Dean chose to tell her in seemingly a form of confidence. Her face would contort or soften upon hearing everything on that unorthodox mind of his - from his current relapse back to alcohol and drugs, to the smothering stress of trying to find a balance between work and being a father to her precious niece. Not once did Nattie interrupt him. She gave the floor for the male to confess everything he need to get out until lips parted for the first time since arriving. “Hey...” manicured hand reached for Dean’s shoulder, “You know you’re not alone, right? After hearing all that now I understand why you called me,” faint chuckle in hopes to lighten the mood or at least bring somewhat of a grin on his features. She didn’t get the latter. ‘You stayed.’ happened to be his response instead. Head tilting with temporarily closed eyes, another laugh leaving her. “You say that like you’re so surprised.” This time she took it upon herself to mess with his dirty blonde hair. Or was it accidentally flirtatious? He was Nattie’s best friend’s ex after all so she would never cross that line... or would she even if it felt both wrong and right at the same exact time?

✦If this would have been any other person, Bianca would have snarled. However, she knew Jon meant no harm, if anything he was trying to make her laugh, over a poor attempt at cooking. No one ever said she was the best, Cody fed her nearly everyday as a child. But now she had someone, someone she could try to cook for, someone who deserved that sort of thing, even if she was absolutely terrible at certain dishes. ✦ ‘Oh shut up, you, ’ she faked a grumble, a giggle daring to shine through, ‘ you’d eat shit on a shingle, if no one told you what it was! This can’t be that bad! ’ Could it? 

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