#x.estella

estella understood vale’s sentiment completely. she too had never entertained worrying other people for the sake of it and she definitely wouldn’t lord about her injuries, after all, they were more or less self-inflicted given her lifestyle. who would she talk about them to? who would worry enough about her? when estella came home after a long day or returned from a match it was only her voice and thoughts that echoed back at her. “no one needs to worry.” este said in the softest voice she could muster, bracing her forearms on her thighs as she leant forward to pluck up her glass of water from the table. vale didn’t need her tone of aggression... she was small and a few years her junior (she guessed) and getting angry and worked up wasn’t going to help either of them to get through this. glancing across at her, estella studied her frame for a moment. it was mostly hidden by blanket but she took in the shape of her face and the slightness of her features. but there was a strength there... este had heard it in the bite of her voice and although she was sure the younger woman couldn’t handle herself in aggressive situations... she was sure she could definitely give something. 

@mapleviewstarters​

hello hello hello, it’s amie again (i also play bethanie). i decided i’d bring my little sparky slightly battered fuse box here and so... yeah that’s what this is i suppose. drop this a lil like or hmu in the messages/on discord (silly goose#0914) if ya wanna. 

“spending all day with me again. what a nightmare for you...” estella said softly as she rolled her shoulders, letting one hand fall into her lap as the other kept the steering wheel steady. driving into the night with the other at her side... she never could have imagined it... especially after they’d spent the whole day together too; laughing, chatting, enjoying a well-deserved lunch after some gorgeous sightseeing. if it was what vale needed, este was quickly realising that she’d be there in a heartbeat if she could. showing her how to flip pancakes to perfection. dropping by after work just to check she wasn’t too in her head. sending her a text to not go too crazy because she was on shift and couldn’t punch anyone for her. maybe it was dumb of her to admit she cared... or maybe it was dumb to try and pretend like it didn’t make her feel vulnerable. “you can sleep if you’d like. although you might wanna save it for when you’re comfier at home...” @authatopia​

Estella was done at this point. Their story wasn’t supposed to go like this and now she had to watch the other come through the door, smelling like someone else and looking like they wanted to gloat about the wonderful night they’d just had. The boxer had a disposition that was normally calm but her wick was burning too close to the base. “And how was this one? How was the lovely person that swept you off your feet on your date tonight?” She snatched up her t-shirt off the table and wrung it in her fist. After it had gone wrong between them she should have moved out. They shouldn’t have convinced themselves that staying in the same apartment could work. “What do they have that I don’t? Tell me. It can’t hurt more than seeing you come back smiling about someone every time that isn’t me. Because it was never going to be me, was it?” 

Estella: so you did catch me...knew i wasn't being subtle.

Estella: I definitely think we should have a talk though...

throwing open the door she stepped out and heard the buzz of the music from the party wash over her. her hands stuffed into the pockets of her tight sweatpants as she moved toward the door of the home and pushed it open. people filled the hallways and she recognised most of them. sports folk moved in similar circles and since dating her beautiful girlfriend she’d gotten to know a lot more faces from her particular demographic circuit. people looked at her a little confused but ultimately it was easily passed off as justified by sport. or something like that. finally she caught sight of the familiar frame and locks of blonde hair. and for the first time since stepping inside she practically beamed and scooted up behind the other. her strong arms embraced her waist and her lips instantly pressed tenderly to her jaw. “hello beautiful.” she cooed as she pulled back another to move so she could face the other. “i’m really sorry i’m late...” she indicated her face and then leant in to kiss her cheek again. “rough evening. do you need another drink?” @leftlipstick