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@faeriefabled asked: “You’re always taking care of everyone else, but do you let anyone look after you?” (thank you!)

Esme hasn't been present of late, she knows that. She still acts as best she can; she laughs in the right places, responds to questions and offers comfort as she always has, but her focus wavers every now and then. Sometimes she has to ask people to repeat themselves, other times she doesn't even notice her other family members in the same room as her.

Rosalie causes her to startle slightly. She glances up to meet Rosalie's reflection in the window; admittedly, she had forgotten she was stood here. Time is so insignificant for their kind, she isn't even sure how long she's been watching the forest strewn beyond windows.

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Esme offered a glance toward Rosalie, eyes unable to hold the other's gaze for longer than need be. Of course she cared. In a cruel way, Esme's empathy bordered on pain with how much she cared— how much of herself she saw in this woman.

Of course, Rosalie wouldn't know, she'd never spoken of Charles or before. She didn't want to drudge up memories of a past long since dead, nor did she want to remind Rosalie of what had passed either.

"Whether a gift or a curse, I can't help but care," she replied, the pencil she had been sketching with paused above paper. "And I have my reasons to care," she added, not elaborating unless asked to. "Everyone deserves to feel loved, Rosalie. Everyone deserves love offered to them. I cannot force you to accept mine, but I can at least offer you the space to feel it."

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Rosalie had been here for a couple of days; if you counted the days her transformation took. When she eventually regained consciousness, Esme was there as she has dutifully been through the entire process.

Herself and Carlisle were barely on speaking terms. The decision to turn Rosalie, even after his explanation as to why, had sat uncomfortably on her shoulders. Even though she loved the man, there were days where she could do nothing but ruminate about what had come to pass. Esme didn't want that for this girl; to remember, however hazily, was torture for eternity.

The girl's hair was knotted with dried blood. To look at her reminded Esme of herself, something Edward would be privy to. So she took a warm bowl of soapy water and a towel, gently touching the young woman on the shoulder only to be met with newborn anguish. For a moment Esme remained unmoving, her eyes diverted to the floor so to assure her she was not a threat. Eventually, Rosalie's heckles relaxed and Esme felt the bed next to her drop with the addition of an extra person.

Silently, she started working Rosalie's hair, fingers raking through its length and massaging her scalp. The way the water stained red reminded her of similar instances over basins in locked bathrooms.

Eventually, Esme graduated to the comb and began working knots from beautiful blonde hair. Once its teeth moved freely through strands, she gently scrunched hair in a towel to absorb excess moisture before finally, once again, patiently combing through locks.

Esme said nothing. There was nothing to say; if anything, Rosalie was the only one entitled to say anything at all. Only when she stood to depart and allow Rosalie her own space once more did she speak.

there isn't an inch of muscle on daphne blake's frame that doesn't ache after weeks of battling and sleeping on hard, firm floors she'd never even dreamed of resting upon until her recent kidnapping at the hands of cultists and mindflayers. between lae'zel's relentless training, and the blood she now freely allows astarion to take from her... daphne elizabeth blake is exhausted and sore. her mood is made none the brighter for it. she's moped around camp, grumpily tending to the fireplace and barely eating, despite needing to gather her strength. to put it simply –– she's in dire need of some tender loving care. a face mask and a bath full of bubbles, perhaps paired with a box of chocolates and a steamy romance novel would do the trick... but even the elfsong has its limits.

she'd even briefly considered alternate means of relaxation... that soft-spoken drow at sharess' caress seemed appealing, if only for the pleasure her hands might bring to daphne's aching shoulders. she'd mentioned this to astarion offhandedly a few days ago... and now here they were. her spread out beneath him, face turned against a silky pillow while his fingers drag through the knots along her spine. a sound of hedonistic, shameless relief escapes, even as a sliver of pain goes through her. she realizes, belatedly, that she might have been overexerting herself lately.

❛❛ mm, ❜❜ she murmurs softly, voice hazy. daphne half-jokes, ❛❛ if you're doing this to get blood out of me, I'm completely tapped out. ❜❜

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There was a scramble for brandy; cold fingers had numbed and become clumsy. It took more than three attempts to unscrew the cap of her flask before being greeted by liquid warmth. How quickly it emptied and disappeared.

Frustration saw it fly away from her, a brief ding following as it hit another, less definable surface.

A rough exhale comes from the depths of her chest and Fantine can't help but tilt her head back against the wall. A moment of peace... or so she thought.

The woman's voice makes her startle, a hand coming to steady her so she doesn't topple. It seems the brandy has done more than warm her. For a moment (longer than she wishes it to be), Fantine can't focus on the blonde's face. Despite her double vision and weakened coordination, Fantine heard the other clearly.

Perhaps it is because Fantine doesn't recognise herself either.

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ATTRACTIVENESS:

     repulsive ― hideous ― ugly ― not attractive ― unappealing ― not unattractive ― meh ― no preference ― ok ― mildly attractive ― nice looking ― cute ― adorable ― attractive ― pleasant on the eyes ― good looking ― hot ― sexy ― beautiful ― gorgeous ― hot damn ― would tap that ― perfect ― godlike ― holy fuck there are no words

PERSONALITY:

     grating ― irritating ― frustrating ― boring ― confusing at best ― awkward ― unreasonable ― psychotic ― disturbing ― interesting ― engaging ― affectionate ― aggressive ― ambitious ― anxious ― artistic ― bad tempered ― bossy ― charismatic ― appealing ― unappealing ― creative ― courageous ― dependable ― unreliable ― unpredictable ― predictable ― devious ― dim ― extroverted ― introverted ― egotistical ― gregarious ― fabulous ― impulsive ― intelligent ― sympathetic ― talkative ― up beat ― peaceful ― calming ― badass ― flexible

HOW LIKELY THEY WOULD BE TO HAVE SEX WITH THEM.

     not if they were the last person on earth and the world was ending ― fuck no! ― never ― no way ― not likely ― not sure ― indifferent ― i’m asexual ― maybe ― probably ― it depends ― fairly likely ― likely ― yeah sure ― yes ― would tap that ― hell yes ― fuck yes! ― wishing that could happen right now ― as many times as possible ― we are already having sex

LEVEL OF FRIENDSHIP:

     never in a million years ― worst of enemies ― enemies ― rivals ― indifferent ― neutral ― acquaintance ― friendly toward each other ― casual friends ― friends ― good friends ― best friends ― fuck buddies ― bosom buddies ― practically the same person ― would die for them ― true friends ― my only friend

FIRST IMPRESSION OF THEM:

     i hate them so much ― i don’t like them ― i don’t trust them ― they annoy me ― they’re weird ― i’m indifferent ― meh ― they seem alright ― they’re growing on me ― truce ― i think i like them ― i like them ― i’m not sure if i trust them ― i trust them ― they’re cool ― they’re genuine ― i think we’re going to get along ― i really like them ― i think i’m in love ― oh fuck they’re hot ― i love them

CURRENT IMPRESSION OF THEM:

     i hate them so much ― i don’t like them ― i don’t trust them ― they annoy me ― they’re weird ― i’m indifferent ― meh ― they seem alright ― they’re growing on me ― truce ― i think i like them ― i like them ― i’m not sure if i trust them ― i trust them ― they’re cool ― they’re genuine ― i think we’re going to get along ― i really like them ― i think i’m in love ― oh fuck they’re hot ― i love them

HOW GOOD OF A KISSER: