“Lila. Hey baby girl, wake up..” Emilia was quiet, super quiet when it came to waking up the small toddler when she was asleep. But today was the day that they were going to get to go to Disney and there was no way that she was going to let the small girl sleep the day away. When she finally woke up, the brunette smiled. “Go wake up Lenox. He still hasn’t gotten up yet. I’ll go make breakfast.” And with that, small feet were pattering against the wood flooring of the suite that they had gotten. It was a  two bedroom suite, along with a living room and full size kitchen. The female was sure it cost a pretty penny, but she wasn’t going to say anything about him on that, scared that he might get upset that she was even asking about the amount of money put into their vacation. Getting out the bacon and the eggs, Em danced along to the music, humming without even really noticing. 

“First of all, fuck you for this question. I’d have to marry Dex, just because my life would be boring without him. I’d fuck Logan because well, you know. And Lila I’m so sorry baby girl, I wish it didn’t have to be this way but I have to kill you off.”

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𝙊𝙋𝙃𝙀𝙇𝙄𝘼 𝙄𝙎 𝙎𝙄𝙏𝙏𝙄𝙉𝙂 𝘼𝙏 the bar, still clad in the lingerie from her last performance as she sips on a dirty martini. the club closed around twenty minutes ago and most of the girls had already gone home. the only people that seem to remain were the cleaners who were making sure everything would be spotless by tomorrow night, and the bartender who was tidying up his station. the blonde likes to linger after her shift, reveling in the afterglow of being on stage. the room still felt electric and if she closes her eyes long enough, she could feel the warmth of the spotlight on her skin and the applause booming in her ears. she was the headliner now, her name written on the marquee in big glittery letters. people all around the country came to see her, and while this wasn’t how she pictured becoming a star when she was dancing in her childhood bedroom with a hairbrush as a microphone, she loves it. it was a role she wouldn’t let anyone take from her, and god help the ones who would be brave enough to try. ophelia finishes the rest of her drink and places the empty glass on the bar. she's just about to ask for another when she spots one of the new dancers walk by, her hand quickly waving her over. ❝hey! come sit! ❞ she smiles brightly, moving over a bit so she could get on the stool next to her. the femme remembers what is was like being the new girl - how she wish she would of had someone to lean on when she was still learning the ropes. it's why she doesn't hesitate to introduce herself to the brunette. ❝i don’t think we’ve met before. i’m ophelia, but my friends call me tink.❞ a nickname short for tinkerbell. ❝you’re lila, right? ❞ she asks before gesturing towards the bartender. ❝alex here makes the best drinks. what do you like? ❞

“I’ll always love you and I want you to come home.”

rosie: i mean we’re friends but he’s a dick so

“Oh Lila, my precious little amazon princess. She is as sweet as they come honestly, total heart of gold. She knows what she wants, and what she doesn’t and she doesn’t settle for anything less. A trait I wish I could have. But if she ends up hurting my best friend, Lila, we’re going to have to fight. You might end up beating my ass, but that’s fine.”