#larcse

she shouldn’t drink so much. she knows it-- shouldn’t let the vodka cloud her judgement, but she let’s it whisper into her ear. until she’s sliding on lingerie and slipping on a coat. she knocks on his door with all the confidence of a sleep deprived, tipsy--heart broken girl. the smile on her lips is cat like, when he finally opens the door. she’s missed him--in a way that feels visceral. she feels hungry--- she feels desperate-- and she doesn’t know what to do with the swirling in her gut. “are you alone?” she tilts her head slightly. “because for the conversation i imagined you’re going to need to be alone.”

@larcse​

@larcse​

part of the excitement in getting her own place was the constant back and forth between the two of them finally having the potential to be settled. that plan seemed to fall flat though, when he didn’t show up for the house warming. perhaps that was the reason for the look on her face when she turned around, the voice sounding almost unfamiliar as ringed fingers gripped the plastic cup in her hand. a sip was taken, instead of embracing a speaking role as her eyebrows rose in question. it was the only way to demand an explanation, without actually speaking it into existence.

       ‘      𝐃𝐎 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐊 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 do me a favour and not try to publicly humiliate me by flirting with other guys right in my face?     ’     reality and perception were at a war inside his mind, his point of view telling him that an innocent conversation was a mask for something else. while he had no proof, he didn’t like how close his partner had been while ‘talking’ to the other that salvatore considered no more than a stranger. he knew all of their friends and that one was unfamiliar to him.     ‘     who the fuck even was that? why don’t i know them?     ’ — @larcse

      sicily rolled her eyes and turned around to continue her nightly routine. ❝ you're so infuriating. ❞ she states, ❝ you can't keep your cool for one night ––- one night. no, instead you'd rather cause a scene in the middle of the party for no reason. ❞ her jaw locks before she's running her brush through her hair. ❝ this is my career we're talking about. ❞

“Sorry, I just can’t believe this is happening right now.” Gwen bit down on her bottom lip feeling herself blush brushing her hair away from her face. For as long as she can remember her parents had season tickets to the team he played for and the moment she saw him Gwen had a growing crush. After so much tagging him on social media she went bold posting a risque picture of her wearing his jersey. Now here she was sitting across from him. “I’ve been a fan of you for so long, you know? What did you ask?” // @larcse​