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Mermaid vibes (aka the time my Starbucks cup matched a perfect thrift find)

     A fresh face had graced the walls of John and Miriam’s longtime estate; the two rarely had guests; they’d preferred it that way. Then again, John could not control Miriam’s decisions on who to let in and who to not. She saw things in people that John could not. His abilities did not perform at the extent of Miriam’s; matter of fact, the comparison made him look a little limited. Nevertheless,  he was a possessive man, and his first instinct was to exhibit an imperious nature around others; he did not see these people as threats, as he always chided that they were prey – and, that was the truth. John was certainly different. He wasn’t keen on warming up to anyone soon, but he retained his lordly manners, and gave respect when it was due. It took a lot to truly aggravate the man, so such abruptness (although unwarranted) was taken lightly. ❝ Yes, and very expensive. ❞ Impenetrable eyes glance at her feet on the couch, dirty sneakers still placed on her feet. The way she’d sprawled herself on the furniture reminded him of another girl close to her age.  ❝ Miriam is a collector of antiques…she wouldn’t take kindly to them being ruined. ❞

     relocation was the best thing to do for the man. los angeles had been eating him alive; it was a dirty, decadent rat’s nest, and one that he couldn’t escape without a little help. if it weren’t for jim’s suggestion and his enthusiasm, the duke would’ve been living the same lifestyle -- or more than likely, overdosed and died. to escape his demons, he fled to berlin, soaking up the culture, absorbing everything and anything he could get. he had missed jeannie and had a tremendous amount of time to reflect on their falling out. but it was hard to reflect on something that pained him and made him want to fall deeper in depression. nevertheless, gigi’s visit was a surprise to duke and it elated him. he wanted to celebrate the moment and there was no better way than an underground club in berlin--drug free. he still drank too much, but not as frequently; he’d managed to get more than a little drunk hanging around gigi. he’d downed a few more shots when she had done the unspeakable. he had turned to look at her kissing his neck, furrowing his brows some, but obviously not possessing a clear head.  ❝ i miss you too. ❞ he slurred, his hands resting on her shoulders, not sure what to make of her affection... until he started to sloppily kiss her cheek, and eventually her lips.   ❝ ..gigi, i-i can’t, ❞ he stutters, whispering to her, craning his head away and tenderly cupping her face. ❝ you’re beautiful, really. but, i can’t. ❞ he says, politely declining, fully knowing that this was the wrong thing to do.

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     If there was anything that the man disliked more in a person, it was a feisty personality. The tone of this student’s voice is very much laced with attitude–a bitter tone which irked him. John had been playing and reading music for an eternity; he was more than skilled at it and knew what he was doing. If this girl wanted to give attitude, he would be more than delighted to give it back, and acidly. ❝ –Then start playing it correctly. From the beginning. ❞ He said, referring to the piece they had been working on for some time.