#dominxnt

delilah would be lying if she said that she didn't dream of the day she would be free again but she didn't exactly expect it to come true. but now that she's out in the world again with branson, something kept on nagging her at the back of her mind. as they sat in the sitting area of his house, she glanced at him and shook her head, reassuring him, "i'm happy-- i really am. but, what's gonna happen now? am i even allowed to see my parents? i know i can't tell them anything about that place but there's just a lot of things that happened," lilah told him, voicing out her worries as she curled into the couch, hugging her knees closer to her chest. "what am i even to you now? am i still your slave or are we something else?"

      it was a nice day for the two, they had managed to go without fighting, or even the smallest of an argument and that meant a lot fo selina, though the fights did have good ends to them, ( usually her being bent over a couch or counter ) being domestic with blake meant a lot to her too. walking into the kitchen she wrapped her arms around his waist pressing a kiss to his back, ❝ careful with that knife you might cut yourself... ––- don't think i've ever seen you cook anything ever. ❞

It had been a while since she'd done any yoga. The last few months had been hectic, between shooting the TV show she was the female lead in, Tenfold, and auditioning for several movies she was interested in, and she had neglected her wellbeing-- she knew it. Between the dark circles under her eyes and the slight hollowness of her cheeks, she had decided to just take a whole month off to relax and do almost nothing. With a satisfied sigh, she stretched one last time before she got up, rolled her mat and put it back in her closet. Her apartment was nice-- big, with lots of light and lots of plants too. Pursing her lips, she tilted her head to the side. "Bahij !" she called finally, grinning when her dog came running. She rubbed his neck gently. "We're gonna go on a walk, yeah ?" And ten minutes later they were indeed outside-- the little blonde hadn't bothered to change, still wearing her yoga pants and her favourite red shirt, a cup of iced coffee in her hand. She just hoped she wouldn't be recognized too much.

❛ what are you getting me for christmas? ❜

There were some people that left and there were some that never did. Unfortunately for Savannah, she was one of those people that never did. It wasn’t a personal choice, her dreams of going to an elite college were simply put on hold after her father had grown ill. Only a year or two passed before he himself did, it was tough on the girl granted, but it finally gave her the opportunity to achieve her dreams. The only thing was, she still never left. She stayed to look after the farm and slowly picked up on tasks that she overlooked as a child. One being repairs –– which often led to a trip into town. “Afternoon George,” she greeted before making a beeline for the aisle. She took up the spot beside the other customer, her eyes glued on the display as she sought out what she needed. “Excuse me, do you mind getting that set of drill heads up there?” It wasn’t until she needed to retrieve something from the top shelf had she turned to address the taller stature beside her. That was when her breath caught in her throat. It couldn’t have been, it wasn’t, she was seeing things. Now she wasn’t exactly looking like model material, so the last thing she wanted was to been seen, but of course it was too late. Maybe he wouldn’t remember her, after all it had been years. Years that certainly did him good. Her? Not so much. Instead of proclaiming her ‘oh my god’ moment, Savannah stood there –– speechless. 

fiona ;; please tell me you’re not in some place warm and sunny rn  fiona ;; it’s freaking thirty degrees here fiona ;; all i want is to ditch class and just drive \\ @dominxnt

maxine ;; i was supposed to sit this party out maxine ;; but one of my dad’s eyes caught you and me the other day maxine ;; so basically i’m grounded and forced against my will // @dominxnt

jawni chewed her lip as she swiped through the app. left, left, left, right, right, match, keep playing, left, left, right... and then she stopped when she came upon a picture of her best friend’s brother. she looked over at her sleeping best friend and shook her head. she had to swipe right, right? it was just common courtesy. to her knowledge, wes was asleep. he had to be, it was so late. with a shrug she swiped right, expecting to go on her merry way and keep swiping. within a second she got a pop up YOU MATCHED. well... shit... the brunette could feel her body temperature rising. what was she supposed to do? keep playing? message him? before she could even make up her mind her phone vibrated in her hand and her eyes widened at his photo, sending her a message. // @dominxnt •