#champagns

'you stay, talk to him. it's a big match.' alvey nodded in daphne's direction before he closed the door to give them their privacy. @champagns

"sorry... i wouldn't of come had i known you were gonna be here." / @champagns

              sofia  presses  closer  to  him  ,  as  if  there  was  any  space  left  to  remove  between  them  ,  and  places  her  head  on  his  shoulder.  ''  i  lost  my  mother  when  i  was  about  ten  years  old.  she  got  really  sick  all  of  a  sudden  ,  and  it  happened  within  the  span  of  just a day.  we  never  discovered  what  it  really  was.  ''  she  adored  her  mother  ,  but  not  her  father  or  her  sisters  wanted  to  ever  talk  about  her.  ''  so  i  guess  ...  i  kind  of  know  what  it's  like.  ''  she  looks  up  and  carries  a  wistful  simper.  ''  you're  not  alone  ,  my  prince.  i  will  stay  with  you  ,  if  that's  something  that  you  want.  ''

          ❛  are  we  live  ?  is  this  thing  on  ?  ❜    clack  clack  —  goes  an  acrylic  nail  tapping  against  phone  screen,  big  lip  -  glossed  smile  unfazed  by  her  bruised  ego  from  prior  events.  good  media  training  or  self  -  preservation,  either  could  be  the  reason  for  strained  niceties  in  front  of  hundreds  of  live  viewers  joining  her  instagram  live.    ❛  come  here,  babe.  ❜    she  gestures  for  her  boyfriend  to  join  her  on  -  camera.    ❛  we're  doing  a  quick  q  and  a  before  rehearsal,  so  ask  away,  ❜    says  to  the  viewers  flooding  the  comments.  the  chat  box  continues  to  move  so  quickly  she  can  barely  catch  any  words.    ❛  and  no,  my  boyfriend  is  not  single,  ❜    mina  jokes  back  at  the  messages  from  gushing  fans,  making  sure  to  give  his  cheek  a  little  peck  for  extra  measure.    ❛  you  wanna  go  first,  oli  ?  ❜ @champagns

          she can no longer deny her self-destructive tendencies, words leaving lips before mina could even stop them when her new boy toy had asked about tonight’s plans. her thoughts keep leading back to him, no matter how hard she tries to shake them. and now mina’s leaning against the bar, waiting for her and her date’s drink, overhearing various voices chattering about the band’s great performance. it doesn’t take long before she sees him, catching her eye rather quickly in the crowd. ❛ great show, ❜ she begins. acting normal, unconcerned almost, as she tosses long brown hair over her shoulder. ❛ i’m glad you finally nailed that bridge in the last song. ❜ she forces a small smile. @champagns​

                      she’s  been  scrubbed  clean  from  front  to  back  ,  unfamiliar  with  the  sensation  of  it  —  of  whatever  they  call  the  prickly  sticks  they’ve  used  to  clean  her  back.  still  shuddering  and  feeling  rather  giddy  at  the  same  time  ,  the  mermaid-turned-human  is  brought  down  with  wobbly  and  hesitant  footsteps  to  meet  the  royal  family.  or  at  least  one  of  them.  ‘’  your  ...  your  highness  ,  ’’  sofia  slowly  bows  ,  trying  not  to  lose  her  balance  again.  not  in  front  of  him.  ‘’  it’s  an  honor  to  meet  you  ...  ’’  again.

      “yes, it is.” dorian replied as he moved to kneel down in front of her. “he doesn’t deserve you. he’s never here when you’re scared and can’t sleep at night. or when you wanna wake up at four in the morning to do yoga. he doesn’t support your career the way i do.” he sighed softly and took her hands in his own. “i’ve always been right here. whenever you need me i come running, no questions asked. always just waiting in the background for whatever you need. but i’m tired of waiting for you to realize that... i’m so fucking in love with you, cynthia.” he let out a small breath before he added, “marry me. you know i can keep you safe and happy. protected and cared for. marry me, cynthia.”