#caroline.

"you don't need to be so mean about it."

𝐀 𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐘𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌𝐔𝐌𝐒

suave suspiro abandona labios, pero cansancio que manifiesta a través de gesto, difícilmente se adjudica a algo físico. ' para ser honesto, tampoco yo. ' cabeza se voltea un poco en dirección femenina, observándole con sutileza. ' parece que nuestra única alternativa, es participar de los menos demandantes. ' o de los que, al final, semejasen ser más agradables a nula habilidad deportiva. ' ¿cuáles ha elegido? '

a few years had gone and come around, we were sitting at our favorite spot in town.. and you looked at me, got down on one knee. i'll be eighty-seven; you'll be eighty-nine. i'll still look at you like the stars that shine in the sky, oh my my my. a caroline forbes + tyler lockwood edit.

"Aaaahmmm. Creo que te refieres a mi café. ¿Quieres darle una probada? Podrías decidirte en si comprar el mismo u otro. Aunque tienes cara de tener buenos gustos, yo diría que igual te gustará." Porque no es una amabilidad que tiene que pensar dos veces extiende su tasa, desde un borde diferente al que ha usado para beber.

meeting caroline had been unexpected, but not unwelcome. in fact, he had found himself less lonely since finding her, and as dangerous as it was, finley was getting attached. might already be attached. he had been abandoned, by all definitions of the word, and he wanted something to cling to, unhealthy as that might be. but caroline was beginning to feel like home, and fin wanted to give her anything and everything she wanted. that being said, she hadn't been one to exactly ask for what she did want. lucky for her, fin didn't mind asking, nor was he an incompetent man - he knew how to read cues, to understand how her body reacted to certain touches. tongue flits out against her nipple, swirling around the sensitive skin there before he suddenly closes his lips around it, sucking it softly before releasing and kissing up her chest to her neck. 'need to touch you...' it's murmured into the side of her throat, fin letting out a shaky breath, hand squeezing the bone that guts out from her hip. 'can i?'

tantalus edits: caroline forbes ↳ ft. @seesgood