#c:taylor

Taylor found herself smiling despite herself. This house held a heavy weight since the loss of Susannah, but the spirit of her lingered in its warmth. In the old movies and laughter, the magic would always live. Taylor didn’t know all that had went on in this house. Yet, the relaying of stories had made her feel the thrumming of it in her bones and the good memories they’d christened it with. the girl found she needed this. This sisterly connection and the good company. Never would she admit to finding Conrad anything other than annoying. There was slight anger in how he’d left belly and Stephen in the dust was one out by the sibling banter. Belly had felt like a husk of the girl that she was until recently. Something made her glisten in this soft lighting. Hazel eyes studied the girl with pickpocket nature as she smiled. Maybe flicking a bit of the pool water her way. It was a new day and the boys hadn’t lovingly popped this little bubble between the two of them. “First, I want to say that I am the best at picking swimsuits,” she mused gesturing to the expanse of fabric running down the other girls form. “Because you look like a model and might just pull the entire rich neighborhood. Girls and boys,” the words accompany a wink before a soft sigh. There was so much left unsaid. So many questions. Part of her wanted to yell, to ask, or hug the other girl, but they were breathing. They were smiling. And that was something. Besides, the testosterone wasn’t getting addictive. “I’m proud of you, girl, handling all this. But I think you need to talk to Stephen- in between moon eyes.”

“I’m glad that we were able to spend New Year Eve together. That was the best one that I had in awhile.” Killian told her with a smile on his lips. “Can I ask you something though?” He liked knowing answers and of course trying to figure things out. But she was the first one to make him feel something since Callie. Last thing he wanted was to lose Taylor as well but he needed to know the answer.

i can’t blame you.

Her fingers wrapped a little tighter around her empty cocktail glass, staring into its crystalised bottom for a few moments until she looked up to see the other coming closer. Her beautiful face and the bounce of her hair. “Thank you. You should have let me get those ones. You got the first ones too.” She said quietly, chewing on her lip. A flash of nervousness hit her again. It felt slightly surreal. Totally irrational. She watched a bead of condensation run down the side of her glass and caught it on her thumb. “Do you want to hear a joke about potassium?” She blurted and then flinched, letting out a groan. “Don’t answer that. Just say kay. Don’t say anything actually.” She rested her chin in her palm, knowing this was very out of sorts for her. “I’m sorry. Just last time we did this I thought you wanted to shimmy out of the bathroom window to escape.” @ncrthernlights​