#solitvdcs

valentina: what was the name of the last girl you dated?

     a night out like this is a recipe for disaster, but she was sick of sitting within her apartment walls, something dark ready to claw its way out of her skin. i’ll just have one drink is the mantra that plays through her head as she waves to get the bartender’s attention. that’s how this always starts, but this time, she means it ( until she doesn’t, of course ). it’s then, that a familiar voice sounds from behind her, one she’d recognize anywhere. and it’s owner is one that she had been avoiding ever since realizing they settled in the same sleepy seaside town. she’d duck her head and get out of there, but it’s too late. she’s been spotted. “ spencer . . . hey, ” she greets him, uneasiness in her gaze, “ funny seeing you here. ”

02 .   a  kiss  for  the  first  time .   //   @solitvdcs

       it  was  a  lovely  evening,  of  that  cherry  has  no  doubt.  it’s  much  better  than  the  one  in  which  they  first  properly  met  —  not  that  he  wasn’t  entirely  wonderful  that  night,  but  she  had  been  stood  up  and  she  was  still  sad  about  it,  even  though  she  had  this  handsome  not  so  stranger  intervene  and  turn  the  night  around.  but  this  was  better  —  a  night  not  tainted  by  the  sting  of  rejection  from  another.  she’s  still  surprised  that  he  even  asked  her  out  for  a  real  date  after  their  sort  of  fake  one.  she’s  still  not  100%  certain  that  this  isn’t  some  elaborate  dream  that  she’d  wake  up  from  any  moment  and  write  about  in  vague  details  in  her  dream  journal  because  she  never  remembers  any  of  her  dreams  very  well,  but  she  sure  does  try.  ever  the  gentleman,  he  offers  to  walk  her  all  the  way  home,  which  from  the  pier  is  a  bit  of  a  trek,  but  it  was  a  nice  enough  night  and  he  was  a  nice  enough  guy  that  she  felt  that  he  didn’t  expect  anything  from  her.  still,  they  reach  her  door,  and  her  hand  lingers  on  the  knob  after  she  unlocks  it,  her  feet  forbidding  her  from  walking  inside  until  she  does  the  one  thing  she’s  been  thinking  about  all  night.  “  thank  you  for  tonight,  ”  she  says  softly,  in  earnest,  as  she  presses  up  on  her  toes  to  lay  a  sweet  kiss  upon  his  lips,  pleasantly  surprised  with  the  fluttering  feeling  that  filled  her  chest,  her  foot  popping  princess diaries  style.  a  gentle  giggle  falls  from  her  lips  as  she  pulls  away,  smile  slowly  spreading  across  her  features.  “  goodnight  dawson.  i  had  a  lot  of  fun.  ”

15 .   a  kiss  that  comes  out  of  nowhere .  //  @solitvdcs

        the  bottle  of  jack  sitting  on  her  dresser  makes  her  feel  like  she’s  seventeen  again  and  the  earth  is  opening  up  beneath  her  feet,  ready  to  swallow  her  whole.  but  instead  of  giving  in  to  temptation  tonight,  like  she  has  so  many  nights  prior,  she  finds  herself  reaching  for  the  phone  and  hitting  speed  dial  on  a  familiar  number  that  she  hasn’t  dialed  much  over   the  past  few  years,  but  she’s  still  got  it  memorized.  he  comes  over,  no  questions  asked,  sits  beside  her  on  her  bed  and  tells  her  everything  is  going  to  be  alright.  and  in  that  moment,  maybe  she  finally  believes  him  —  believes  that  she  can  be  better.  he’s  saved  her  so  many  times  and  here  he  is  on  his  white  horse  again,  ready  to  battle  against  her  demons  (  or  is  she  herself  the  demon,  always  dragging  others  down,  down,  down  with  her  ?  ).  and  unlike  the  others  —  all  the  others  —  there  is  no  pity  in  the  way  that  he  looks  at  her  —  this  golden  boy  does  not  feel  bad  for  her,  only  wants  to  help  her.  his  heart  is  as  pure  as  they  come  and  she  is  nothing  but  rot  and  decay  and  despair  and  so  many  years  of  sadness  compounded  into  one  body.  and  yet,  when  he  looks  at  her  like  that,  like  there  is  hope  buried  somewhere  between  her  ribs,  like  there  are  flowers  blooming  deep  within  and  he  can  be  the  one  to  nurture  them,  to  help  them  grow  to  their  full  potential,  she  can’t  help  but  to  lean  in  and  do  the  thing  she’s  been  wanting  to  do  since  she  was  seventeen.  their  lips  meet  in  a  way  that  feels  like  she’s  letting  out  a  breath  she’s  been  holding  for  centuries  —  and  then  reality  sinks  in.  he  doesn’t  want  this —  shouldn’t  want  this  —  and  so  she  pulls  away,  apologies  spilling  from  her  lips  faster  than  she  can  think.  “  i’m  so  sorry,  spencer.  lets  —  we  can  forget  about  that.  and  you  can  go  home.  i  think  i’ll  be  okay  for  the  rest  of  the  night,  i  promise.  ”

20 .   a  kiss  out  of  desperation .

16 .   a  kiss  first  thing  in  the  morning .

FOR NADIRA :

lily :   how does your muse view their mother ?  

not ... kindly :grimacing: it’s no secret that nadira was always more a daddy’s girl . they were two peas in a pod and she would much rather follow her dad around work growing up than sit backstage at a fashion show watching her mom get her makeup done . aside from a surface level relationship , they never bonded beyond that as nadira grew up , but no matter how much her mom preferred to pay attention to her career , she was still her mom . nadira still would’ve gone to the ends of the earth for her , despite a lack of strong bond , until the khans’ marriage frayed . while her brother remained a bit more neutral , nadira essentially cut ties with her mother .

FOR LUCA :

marigold :   is your muse prone to jealousy ?  how might they handle envious feelings ?  

i think luca has the potential to be a jealous person , but so far , has yet to commit to anyone or anything that warrants those feelings . yeah right now , he wouldn’t even recognize jealousy if it punched him in the stomach tbh . he’s too detached and doesn’t believe anything is his or anyone is going to be in his life for too long anyways , so what’s the point of getting invested to the point of jealousy ? the day he does realize he has a bit of a green monster , i think he would do mental somersaults to at least act more detached , discard feelings , and do more luca things .

FOR ROSEMARY :

nasturtium :   describe your muse’s relationship with their birthplace ,   or homeland .  

💝 for a platonic kiss