#worlldburn

            ‘  so  ,  now  that  we’ve  got  the  time  .  you  wanna  tell  me  what  the  fuck  just  happened  in  there  ?  ’    miles  wasn’t  the  best  of  guys  himself  but  when  he  sees  another  acting  badly  to  their  own  spouse  he’s  got  no  choice  but  to  say  something  .     //     closed  starter  for  @worlldburn​!

in offering to let them wait indoors for her roommate to show up eden thought that their friend might trudge along to wait in their bedroom. evidentially that was not to be the case when they joined her on the couch, where she’d been sat in her pity pile all day. “do you like peanut butter ice cream?” she offered, holding out the half-eaten pint she was working her way through. while she sounded pretty pathetic, at least she’d stopped crying.

     there were times when she thought about it and she didn’t rightly know how they’d ended up where they were. at least in a general sense, in an actual sense she’d known her boyfriend had dropped them off. but she really only thought about the technicalities whenever she was sober. and to be clear - she definitely wasn’t thinking about the rhyme or reason at present. weightless, borderline boisterous laughter filled the empty hall she drug her friend down, leading them to one of the better restrooms in the man’s estate - one they’d come to know both inside and out rather intimately. that fact in and of itself was particularly wild, especially due to the fact that even given her societal and monetary standing, she was in out of her depth. not to mention her best friend and room mate who, in truth, had initiated the mess, and was only doing so as a silent, gutting jab to her father... there’d never been a truer pair to represent trouble incarnate.       violet snorted as she tried to bite back the laughter, though it was rather well contained once she’d closed the pair within the confines of the bougie bathroom tucked away in the back of the third floor of the man’s home. “oh my god did you see the look on his face when i called him daddy?” she whispered frantically, hands moving up to cover her mouth as she fought back a squeal. “and you-” brows rose on her features, reaching out for her freckled friend as she wrapped her arms around her shoulders. “what was it you said?”

     brunette  watches  the  other  ,  dainty  hands  wrapped  around  a  champagne  flute  as  people  mill  about  the  room  .  jazmyn  usually  hates  this  functions  ,  but  not  tonight  .  tonight  ,  she’s  doing  her  best  to  tease  the  other  the  best  she  can  .  eyes  lock  on  theirs  from  across  the  room  ,  raising  her  eyebrow  as  she  slowly  tugs  her  dress  down  .  this  game  of  cat  and  mouse  is  something  that  jazmyn  would  avoid  with  anyone  else  ,  but  with  them  ?  it’s  fun  .  she  pushes  her  hair  over  her  shoulder  ,  laughing  at  something  somebody  else  has  said  before  she  takes  a  sip  of  the  liquid  .  if  there’s  one  thing  jaz  is  good  at  .  it’s  being  a  brat  . 

her therapist told her this would be a good idea and now kathryn was convinced her therapist had it out for her. her marriage with franco had been tumultuous to say the least. she’d been so in love, they’d been so in love, but it hadn’t taken too long for that to start to change. while she’d never condone cheating it had seemed like her only out. was it something she regretted? absolutely, but there was no taking it back. when she found out he had gone to prison there was part of her that blamed herself  —  that thought perhaps their breakup had been the last straw for him. so, even years later with her now completely moved one and re-married, her therapist suggested she reach out for closure and for some reason or another, franco had agreed. a coffee shop seemed a little cliché but it was a fairly neutral ground for them both. as she sipped at her oat-milk flat white, the nausea kicked in as she wondered whether or not he would turn up. to her surprise, the second she pulled out her phone to see if she perhaps had a missed text from him cancelling, a rather familiar face walked through the door making her straighten up and offer a smile. “franco  — you made it.”

“do you think you’re funny?” he certainly didn’t, if the disdainful expression on his face said much at all. sam wasn’t really one for parties but after wrapping up with all his college work for the week he’d allowed one of his friends to convince him to come. he was sorely regretting that decision now that he’d bumped into his ex and their latest flavour of the month. “are you really going to keep that up all night? flaunting your whatever he is in front of me?”

andie eventually made a break for it and found a storage-room that she could sneak into, relief rolling off of her in waves to finally be alone. not that it lasted long, since seconds after entering the room she heard the sound of sniffling and turned to find her brother’s girlfriend crying. “nina?” she asked softly, her eyebrows drawing together in confusion. “are you alright? did something happen?” 

the way i got this right as i was going to bed and thought of all these sweet things and now i wish i had just replied to this then bc my brain is fried today but um. i think you're amazing, the emotion you're able to put into your replies? wow, i'm still fucked up over finley n violet. additionally, andy and noelle belong in horny jail. and i just love that duality, like i think your muses are so fun and have so much personality which is hard to come across i find, and YOU you're such a sweetie i want so many things with you bc all of your muses are fantastic and i really love doing ur replies and writing with you and i wanna do more of it bc it's always so easy and like. you're just great n i think ur precious n ily <3