delivered with a note to @carnivalheart for devon ochoa

devon,

my mother presented me with this poker chip when i was a little girl after the first game i'd ever won to her; she had installed a small mirror on one side and told me to always keep it close. you know, i've never really believed in luck or coincidences; i believe in choice and skill. but the more i've come to know you and the connection we share, i find that maybe there are things at work that i do not understand. because i never once thought that anyone could make me feel the way that you do. you are my biggest improbability and my greatest gamble.

forever yours,

EXTRAORDINARY AND NORMAL. a series of dialogue prompts from florence and the machine’s everybody scream album. some liberties taken to better fit the overall rpc.

"I let you walk all over me, honey."

The blonde's lips spread in an amused grin, her exhale of smoke getting caught in her throat as she chuckled simultaneously, causing her to cough and shake her head with amusement. Her blue eyes slipped up from the glowing tip of the cigarette perched between her fingers in order to meet Sebastian's eyes. The admission was adorable but Leslie wasn't entirely sure what it was he aspired to accomplish with it.

"A privilege you thoroughly enjoy, darling," she said, spreading her lips over her teeth in a smile that could be deemed threatening. Her lipstick was smudged and what was left of it remained on the filtered tip of her cigarette as she took another long drag, exhaling it through her nostrils this time.

in the quiet of the hotel room, somewhere far enough away for clara to feel some semblance of safety, the words catch her by surprise. she's lying with her back to alessandra's front, arms around her torso and a chest breathing at her back, a deep gaze staring at her; she can feel the heat of that stare along her face. it's the first time in such a long time that she feels truly safe and its because of the other. her eyes close for a second, and she commits this moment to memory - content to look back on it when she needs to - before she turns carefully in the arms of her beloved captor. for a second, her eyes travel reverently across alessandra's face and she feels it building; desire, longing, a kind of pining that only a person can satiate. it's not purely physical but clara does feel like she'll never be close enough. "kiss me," she begs, her words quiet but sure in between them. "please, just kiss me..." she does not move forward to breach the space between her lips and alessandra's because doing so feels like owning the moment and she just wants to share it. she doesn't reach forward to catch alessandra's jaw, to caress the prominent curve there like she desperately wants to; not when doing so might scare the other off. "you can, you know..." she reassures, giving consent and laying herself bare. "anytime you want."

marcus' place was like a home away from home for esme. so when she needed an escape after a particularly rough night, she didn't hesitate to climb the fire escape and climb on in his window. he's out of town anyway. it's not like he'd mind. only, once the light of day hit, she heard footsteps heading her way that woke her up almost instantly. with her eyes still closed, esme calls out from where she's curled up on the couch. " i thought you were still in london, you ass. "