#filledecoeur

           ‘ that new model, arin, ’ she says, expression unchanging. ‘ bring her in. ’ when she doesn’t hear the familiar footsteps made by this intern’s pretentious new shoes, her gaze flickers upwards at him, head tilting to the side in silent question. well, wouldn’t you wanna see all the new recruits, ma’am? ophelia laughs, faux smile jackknifing further into her mouth. and here she was, thinking that this was her company and the plaque upfront said ceo — she must’ve been mistaken. ‘ no, i’ll just have her, thank you. or maybe your resignation letter would do just fine, too. ’ that’s all it takes for the spineless recent graduate to scurry off and fetch arin. within a minute, the pretty blonde is presented in front of ophelia’s desk like a showroom prop. ‘ hi, sweetheart. ’ she purrs, leaning back in her leather swivel chair as calculating eyes rake over the younger girl’s fit figure. ‘ just wanted to welcome you to the company, is all. how are you fitting in ? ’

          ‘  it’s  a  knife.  it  cuts  when  you  come  close  to  me.  ’  //  @filledecoeur​

          “  we’re  not  seventeen  but  you’re  my  teenage  dream,  ”  the  softest  of  giggles  falling  from  her  lips  as  she  looked  over  at  the  other  sat  opposite  her.  maybe  it  was  the  rush  of  the  fact  none  of  her  family  knew  where  she  was,  that  they  weren’t  going  to  find  her  with  the  other.  it  was  the  thrill  of  knowing  she  could  get  caught  but  also  knowing  that  she  felt  safe  with  the  other  too.  “  if  there’s  a  chance  for  us  to  sink  i  don’t  even  wanna  try  to  sleep  or  dream,  ”  speaking  like  a  poem,  fallon  wasn’t  even  sure  if  she  was  making  all  that  much  sense,  but  she  didn’t  care.  she  let  the  words  fall  from  her  mouth.  /  @filledecoeur​​  (  rare  -  waterparks  )