#ayeroscoe

           it literally was the middle of the night & yet, ilaria heard the all too familiar sound of pebbles being thrown at her window. she knew just all too well who was standing in front of her window and it made her smile. although sage and she tended to tease each other all the time, there was still some kind of connection of them. biting down on her lower lip to make the smile disappear, she walked over to her window, opening it ever so slowly. “you know, there’s a door for a reason, right?”

Brings up having kids: I am not sure yet?

MELODY: i miss you is that gross it probably is

everything has changed / taylor swift ft. ed sheeran. 

       a seven hour flight accompanied by a screaming baby in the seat beside her certainly hadn’t been the best start to imogen’s dreaded trip home. not to mention, no one had arrived to pick her up from the airport so she’d taken a bloody cab back to the house. imogen hated taxi drivers ; she had no idea why they were under the impression she wanted to hear their entire life story. if it were up to her, the blonde wouldn’t have even bothered coming home. she’d had stayed in the city and slaved more hours at work, but alas her father had demanded. when she’s paid her cab fee, stumbled out the car and rolled her way up the verandah with a pair of burberry suitcases, she’s soon to catch sight of thomas perched by the door. “are you waiting for penelope? you’d think after all these years you’d have a key.” she mutters, before swiftly handing him her own. “you open the door while i lug these bad boys in. -- -- and don’t get too excited. i’m only here for the week. god, i never thought this wedding would actually happen. i mean, what it’s been? four? five years of planning? -- guess i’m going to have to call penny my sister now.” 

sage is reckless and unheeding ; hannah is wildly cautious and protective. he had always been there to keep her calm and carefree, while she served the purpose of keeping him grounded or more precisely, keeping him out of the cell. tonight however, sage’s appetite for fun had adventure has gotten the best of him and there’s no one but hannah’s own weak mind to combat the worry and tremble that’s soon to consume her entirely. the question of whether to call public service tosses and turns in her mind as her tired eyes cast among the litter of cocaine and glass bottles. – she’d thought he were fucking dead and if she isn’t to dial the number soon, there’s a sore chance he may well die. hannah may like to argue that she’s not a negative person, but there’s not fighting the fact that she’s a worst case scenario worry wart.one hard flinging forward in strenuous effort to keep him standing, she allows him to clutch onto her shoulder before finally finding the strength to call. “alright, come on. you’re not dying on me now. you’re not allowed. come on, stay with me.” hannah can’t help but think of him as a complete idiot and when he were to find himself sober, he’d most definitely get a strict speaking to, but for now all that pervades her mind is the awful stench of alcohol and the ringing through the phone. “you love to tell stories, this is just going to have to be another one of them, okay?” he’d saved her first in the playground. now it was her turn to do the same.

HARLI: talk to me!!