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 Posted: Fri Jan 18, 2019 6:55 am
 ❛❛Sometimes you have to give up, not because you didn't try to move mountains to be with someone. You give up because they didn't try to move mountains to be with you.
They settled for their life and the people in it, even when it isn't what they really want. You weren't meant to live a lie. Hold your head high and know that you won't ever settle for that misery.
Let go.❜❜
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I'm feeling grateful. || I'm speaking to Coralyn. || I'm wearing smart casual || I have $200 on me and $800 stashed in the bank. || I have feelings for no one.
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And perhaps he’d learn to accept her strange preference in regards to the company she kept around her, though he still finds it funny how she’d pass off a person who criticizes her manners as ‘good company’. Strange as she was, Camil appreciated her small quirks nonetheless. He held his hands up in surrender, choosing to answer with silence at her small bouts of protests. His eyes glistened, and crinkles formed at the corners of his eyes whenever he smiled, curtained by the curtains that were his dark lashes. He’d slip a finger through the loop of his mug’s handle, tracing his fingertip against the inner corners of its porcelain handle. It was smooth and cold against his skin, though there were a few unrefined bumps.
”You’re a golden child.” he answered after a short moment of silence, albeit quietly. Slender hands once again, brought his mug to his lips, taking a small whiff of the aromatic coffee, before he took a sip. The taste was bitter against his tongue, though it carried a very fine hint of sweetness once the bitterness subsided. ”Never change.”
She was very much different than he, her being the livelier half, whereas he, the one who seemed more laid-back. She’s optimistic in every situation, whereas his mind takes a turn for the worst. She saw the good in everyone, when he only saw the bad. She was the kind of person people liked to be around, calm, and cheerful, whereas he emitted a negative vibe, sometimes gloomy and depressing. He was tensed, looking as though he had been stressing himself out with the constant furrow in his eyebrow, and his tightly clenched jaw. "It wouldn't hurt you to try." no words were quite needed on his ends, given his expression that had spoken volumes. It was an obvious ‘no’. He had tried them before, and he remembered the taste quite clearly. Not even he, himself ate much of the dessert he made last night.
With each word spoken, it was clear what the woman had intended to do, yet the young man never quite protested over her small teasings. But there were moments that he’d find himself questioning if she truly meant the words she said. She’d brush it off, yet with the way her eyes glistened at her childish request, Camil often wondered if she was telling the truth. His cheeks were warm, and he’d only huff at her response. ”Who knows when you’d attack me next? You’ve always been doing things your way, after all.” he countered. ”Why don’t you make it a habit with someone else. It doesn’t have to be me, does it?” as soon as the words left his mouth, his mood took a small turn, leaving him feeling a mild hint of bitterness within his chest. Surely, it’d feel less troublesome if she took it out on someone else? Yet the young man found himself.. against the idea. He took another sip of his coffee, directing his gaze towards the outside once more.
“..but every other woman will just get jealous."
”You’re exaggerating.” he shook his head. While he had been involved within women’s bouts of jealousy outbursts during his college years, they weren’t exactly fighting for his affection. He was simply.. another accessory, a confidence boost.
”When have I lied?” he answered. His sister had glued herself to the woman, despite the way she seemed reluctant at the first moment, even going as far as to exclaim how Camil was the prince she ought to marry one day. But curious gaze eventually softened as she found the ressemblance between the two imperfect individuals. He was her voice, when Lyra failed to understand her sign language, and she was his ears, when he failed to pick up the words his sibling had spoken. She was his eyes, when Lyra gifted him the colourful piece of drawing she drew. She had spoken then, stunning the young man with her small observation.
“You two act like mama and papa.” and her words echoed within his mind, still. Like a broken record stuck on repeat. Though her explanation was simply because his parents often have small back and forth banters, like both Camil and Coralyn had, during dinner.
”You can if you want to.” he answered, his voice laced with worry. ”It seems she’s having a hard time making friends at school, given her wayward personality. But she’s a kind-soul at heart. I was hoping you’d.. be her friend, if it isn’t too much to ask.” he heaved a quiet sigh, allowing his gaze to fall upon the dessert she had pushed forth. It had a peculiar smell, but alas, Camil could not bring himself to take a bite.
”I appreciate the thought, dear, but I do not like sweets.”
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Posted: Fri Jan 18, 2019 8:23 am
 ❀ ❝Ⓒⓞⓡⓐⓛⓨⓝ Ⓓⓤⓑⓞⓘⓢ❞ ❀ ══════════════════════════ "There will come a prince, that will see right into my heart."The little woman's eyes went back to his, watching him as he held his hands up and all her fuss just faded away in an instant. The crinkle of his eyes when he smiled, the dimple that sank into his cheek, the way his hair brushed to whatever side his hair tilted to..oh how she could go on about him! She buried her face into her soft pale palms as she chose to avoid looking at him and further registering all those details of his face like a creep. Her bright blues only peeking out through the spaces between her fingers when he'd speak, glistening from his words as her cheeks flushed a little. Ï'm not a child, I'm as much a woman like any other woman in this room." she would sign once she'd pull her hands away from her face. Couldn't she just say thank you? Like a normal person would? "Thank you." she did add though. With his expressions so tensed, she wouldn't want to push him any further with trying the dessert, but she did think of the possibilities of the coffee being a little too bitter for his liking. He didn't even put in a sugar cube! Monster she thought, as her own eyes narrowed at him as he sipped his coffee. How could he not like sweets? He might have nipped the dark chocolate bit she offered him last night but he barely even touched the mousse, now he rejected the muffin with such a vile expression. A monster indeed. The woman would playfully stick her tongue out at him when he'd counter her, although, what he'd say next would only instantly send the pendulum of her mood towards the more gloomy end. Withdrawing her tongue as her own gaze adverted from him. Was this his way of telling her to step back? If it was, it seemed to have hit the nail on the head. She noticed her untouched cup of brew that began losing its foam after being extra sweetened. Her nimble hands slipped around the delicate china as she brought it up to her soft lips as she took a sip. The hint of bitter would usually make her regret her decision, although she didn't really care at this point. She already had something much bitter to digest. "I'll look out for someone then." she would sign, after placing her cup away, unsure if he noticed but she wouldn't want to go on with something he wasn't fond of, feelings he wasn't willing to share. "I'm not, I'm sure a lot of women would like to have privileges of being yours." she responded, glancing back at him then looking away with a flush. The thought of his sister momentarily warmed her again, her innocence and painfully strong hold. Of course Coralyn loved affection but she was small and quite frail, anything a little overdone could seem detrimental to her. Maybe that was just exaggerating it a tad bit but she sure enjoyed the company of her happy little soul. Everything about her was quite adorable, sometimes reminding of her of her sister when they were younger and when she was less...unpleasant. Her remark seemed to flash through her own head too, her cheeks flushing at the thought but she attempted to dismiss it as quickly as it came, especially from what he stated earlier. "I'm sure there'll come people who will love her for who she is. As for being her friend, we already made matching tattoos yesterday. So, I think we've already made it official." she'd state with a childish grin, pulling up her sleeve to reveal a deformed kitten face that Lyra drew inches below her wrist with a sharpie, that lightened from her almost forgetting about it when she showered this morning. "Didn't she show you the one I drew on her shoulder?" she asked, feeling all fuzzy thinking about the time she spent with her. Exhaling as he'd reject her offer again, she drew them back, keeping the muffin still at his arms reach while she continued spooning her cheesecake while alternating with the cup of cappuccino. ▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇ ▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇
Company: Camil || Mood: Pleasant-ish || Single || ❀ || Where: Moonbucks Café || Listening to: || OOTD: Gloomy meow~
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Posted: Sat Jan 19, 2019 2:54 am
❛❛Sometimes you have to give up, not because you didn't try to move mountains to be with someone. You give up because they didn't try to move mountains to be with you.
They settled for their life and the people in it, even when it isn't what they really want. You weren't meant to live a lie. Hold your head high and know that you won't ever settle for that misery.
Let go.❜❜
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With the way she carried herself, it was easy for him to forget that she, too, had been a full-fledged woman. Striking hues glanced over her pale features, properly taking in her appearance. Pale brown locks bounced loosely above her shoulders, curved inwards at the layered ends. Her lashes were long, curved upwards, almost like a peacock’s feathers. Her eyes were lovely, bright hues mixing into her pale skin. His gaze eventually fell to her rosy pink lips, one he had begun to familiarize with of late. They were smooth, and soft, that left a lingering warmth that leaves goosebumps in the wake of his skin, and a numbness that spreads down his spine like waves of electric. She is a woman. The way her cheeks flushed a delicate pink when she’s embarrassed, the way her avoidant eyes shyly downcasts.
”If you weren’t such a child, perhaps I’d have noticed.” the young man countered with a small tease, before eventually sighing and taking another sip of his coffee. ”But yes.. I suppose you are.” his voice quieted towards the end, like a soft tune fading out at the end of a song, and his eyes downcast, hiding what seemed to be shyness, and embarrassment. Surely he had known all the while, but pretending that she was a child made him feel at ease, though he wasn’t sure if he could quite see her that way any longer. A woman, she was.
And there it was again, the way her eyes averted from his. It was the little things he eventually came to notice as time passed, the way she would look away from him should he say something hurtful, the way her eyes glistened each time he gave in to her odd requests, the most apparent one being the time he finally agreed to take a picture with her. This time, however.. the mood had turned just a tad sour.
"I'm not, I'm sure a lot of women would like to have privileges of being yours." his eyes widened, caught by surprise at her words, yet at the same time flashed with bitterness of both the women and men he encountered in the past. Was that what she thought? ”But what about you?” did she think the same thing? Would she like the privilege of being his? Somehow the thought had him feeling just a tad amused, bordeline delightful, even. Curious gaze flicked upwards to meet hers, searching for answers in depths of her baby blues. She was different, unlike the people he grew up with. Materialisric, pretentious.. unreal. He liked the calmness she brought, the feeling that he was normal, that he was allowed to be who he was without being criticized. But in moments of extended silence, he only shook his head and tore his gaze away from her with a troubled expression. ”No, please forget I asked.” it was wrong, this was wrong. What kind of question is he even asking?
His eyes were fixed onto the dark mix of his coffee, falling silent at his own confusing thoughts. But he was thankful for the small diversion when Lyra was mentioned again in the conversation. But he couldn’t help the curiosity. Was that why she hung around him so often? Was that why she went through the effort of making him Valentine’s chocolate? Was that why she kissed him on the cheek? Was that why she had been so willing to stick around despite how horrible he had been in the past? No, perhaps she was kind. If he was any more confident, he’d have assumed she liked him, but alas, he thought it was impossible. ”That, she did. And if I hadn’t known any better, I’d have thought it was a pig.” he teased, in attempt to divert his attention. But yes, he remembered the way she’d excitedly show him the new tattoo she had, implying she’d want to get an exact one like his when she grew up. His fingers ran across his tattoo that peeked out from the hemlines of his knitted sleeve. ”On rainy days, she’d always sit Rig and I down in her room and pull out her magic markers just so she could colour our tattoos. She’s quite the adorable child, this Lyra.”
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Posted: Sat Jan 19, 2019 6:12 am
❀ ❝Ⓒⓞⓡⓐⓛⓨⓝ Ⓓⓤⓑⓞⓘⓢ❞ ❀ ══════════════════════════ "There will come a prince, that will see right into my heart." The man's statement made her cheeks puff up while her brows knit together from his tease. Sometimes she did wonder if he really didn't see her as more than just a child. Did she have to dress differently to prove to him she wasn't? Or maybe wear a bold lip color? The latter didn't seem like something she was too comfortable with as the last time she tried it, it bled out all over her mouth making her look somewhere between a comic supervillain in a woman's disguise and a disastrous liplock session. What could she do to appear more like a woman and less childlike? Twin baby blues cast up at the male when it seemed like he said something. Her long lashes fluttered as she blinked, trying to process what he had said. "Come again?" she signed, looking up at him as she noticed his signs of embarrassment, wondering what he said, tilting her head slightly in confusion. The little brunette tried fidgeting with the spoon over her sweet to not let her mind ponder over what he said earlier, feeling his words p***k like needles against her chest. It was normal to be rejected, it happened often with quite many people. Besides, it was better than being lied to and finding out in a different way. ”But what about you?”. Those words made her head cast up and back at him, her fingers dropping the spoon she was toying with as her gaze remained on him. Her cheeks flushed as her lips parted, almost like she desired to speak out what her heart ached to tell him from time to time, but pressed together yet again. Why would he ask her something like that when he didn't want her that way? Before her trembling fingers could move up to sign an answer, he quickly dismissed it, making her head lower a little as her eyes cast on her hands. Was she really thinking of telling him how she felt? After him telling her to clearly move on? Idiot. Slipping another bite off her sweet treat, her eyes cast down at it as it began to disappear and deform, downing with it the confusion he was evoking. She kind of wished she had more now, casting her glance over on the muffin that was left untouched by the two, feeling like the little blueberries that peeked through its crumbly body tempted her to pick it up and down it like any other. It wasn't soon before she had set the spoon aside, peeling off the paper wrapper of the muffin and sinking her teeth over the fluffy top and pinched off a bite. So good~! not too sweet, tangy from the berries and just the right amount of fluff. Too bad he wouldn't even try it, then again, there was more for her. With her eyes cast back at him as she set aside her little treat, she pouted from his statement, crossing her arms across her chest. "You have no taste in art, Lyra seemed to like it quite a bit and did think it was a cat." she signed with one hand, huffing lightly at him. Hearing him mention Lyra's little quirk, her features lit up a tad bit. She might have not had any tattoos of her own, but she did like seeing them. Come to think of it, she had always managed to only see part of it, not the entire thing. All she knew he mentioned it was a dragon, that ran along his arm and even his shoulder? Was it the only one he had? "She sure is." she would smile, as her hands relaxed from her chest. "How many tattoos do you have? Do you have pictures of them?" she asked. ▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇ ▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇
Company: Camil || Mood: Confused! || Single || ❀ || Where: Moonbucks Café || Listening to: || OOTD: Gloomy meow~
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Posted: Sat Jan 19, 2019 9:43 pm
❛❛Sometimes you have to give up, not because you didn't try to move mountains to be with someone. You give up because they didn't try to move mountains to be with you.
They settled for their life and the people in it, even when it isn't what they really want. You weren't meant to live a lie. Hold your head high and know that you won't ever settle for that misery.
Let go.❜❜
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“Come again?"
Golden hues were avoidant, and he only shook his head before they downcast onto the half empty cup of coffee that had cooled down from the cold air of the gloomy weather. Gloved hands pressed against the white porcelain surface of his coffee cup. Her head was tilted in confusion, much alike a child full of curiosity. He could not imagine the slightest bit of ill intentions harbouring behind those clear baby blues, could not picture the way she’d harm an innocent soul. His eyes lifted, locking onto hers. She was pure, like a water lily, like the heaven’s light. He heaved a heavy breath, a dawn of realization settling within him, of how, truly honest she was. How down to earth, and true she was to herself, and to those around her. It made him admire the way she could speak her thoughts, unlike he who had to learn the art of words to please those he was to work with, to forge artificial bonds between one another. In a way it made him envious, that each bond she had was genuine, that it was real. In his relationships between people that were attached by a thin string or a dark thread, hers was gold, like a thin shred of light amidst the darkness of the night sky, like a thin white line extending across the horizon at the break of dawn. It was unbreakable, strong. It was the realest bond he shared with another, other than his own blood related.
“But what about you?” his own words echoed in his mind, a question that surprised even himself. Yes, what about her? Was that why she’d constantly reassure him? Was that why she sounded truthful? Because she thought the same way? His features softened for a brief moment, yet tensed up within the next second. Camil found himself with even more questions than answers, and he’d shook his head, denying the self assumptions his tired mind had made up. Perhaps it was the weather, or perhaps it was the overwhelming smell of pastries that fed him strange thoughts. Nonetheless, he figured it wasn’t worth pondering over.
”Excuse me?” his eyes widened at her accusation. ”Says the person with mediocre drawing skills?” he laughed, recalling the way Rigel had embarrassingly claimed it was a rather cute.. ‘pig’. When she’d ask for a picture of his inking, his features fell, though this time, it wasn’t her question that had frustrated her. But rather.. the wau Rigel had pestered him for a feature of his tattoos in his latest Cut N’ Stab magazine. ”I do. Rigel was quite keen on featuring those pictures in his shop’s magazine.” his tone was low, laced heavily with frustration. Yet as much as he complained, Camil had always given in to his family’s request, albeit reluctantly. ”You can find them on Charmblr should you want to. Rigel’s been posting them even though I’ve been telling him ‘no’.”
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Out.Of.Crocodiles: You can find the pictures on the last page of Charmblr on the ooc huehue
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Posted: Sat Jan 19, 2019 11:39 pm
❀ ❝Ⓒⓞⓡⓐⓛⓨⓝ Ⓓⓤⓑⓞⓘⓢ❞ ❀ ══════════════════════════ "There will come a prince, that will see right into my heart." With her confused features still persistent, she watched him still, wondering if he was intending to repeat what she missed. Her eyes caught how his bright golden ones that avoided hers, probably even in deep thought. What was he thinking of? Did the weather do a number on him too now? She hoped not, almost leaning over the table a little as she craned her neck to him, trying to study his features better. Lucky for him she didn't try too much to break their personal space or he'd probably not like her being too close; she assumed. Her own mind pondered over the same question as she retaliated to her seat, finishing the last bits of coffee from her cup and licked off any foam from over her lips. She considered multiple possibilities of his reaction if she did end up being honest with her feelings here. She considered a possibility of him just taking it as a compliment and politely denying her, another possibility of him resenting her for that and never talking to her again, another, which was the least possible of them all, him accepting them. Her brain mostly switched between picturing him simply patting her head and saying in the most pleasant way possible, "I appreciate how you feel, but to me, you're still just wa child." and the other with his face red in anger, his brows knit together as he'd state, "I suppose it's best we don't meet anymore." Shuddering from the latter thought, she shook her head lightly to brush them off. Maybe she should simply keep it to herself for now. With another huff, she swung her head to the side, her locks moving with the swift move as they bounced and set back to place by her angular jaw. Come to think of it, she did recall Lyra throwing a fit and stating in her loudest voice. "It's a kitty!". Now her cheeks flushed as her eyes widened at the realization of why Rigel looked all embarrassed. Was her drawing really that bad? She wouldn't admit it to Camil though, keeping her head turned to the side still with a small embarrassed flush. With her attention back at him now when he'd respond to her question about his tattoos. Her eyes brightened as she sat upright now, inching closer to the table as she eagerly wished to see them. As much as she could sense the frustration in his tone, her curiosity got the best of her and she quickly drew out her phone from her coat pocket and quickly checked the Charmblr application she had. Quickly looking up Rigel's profile like he instructed, it wasn't hard to find the pictures as they were the most recent ones which were on display due to the app's algorithm and what popped up made her eyes widen and cheeks flush a deep flush of red. Her heart threatened to beat out of her chest as his bare skin was on display for the world to see and now is when she had to know of this? He was so...flawless. His skin looked so smooth! It couldn't have been the photographer's magic, she was certain it was the model's own charm. Camil's charm. She couldn't tell how long she was staring or if he found it odd that she was so captivated by his majestic pose but her eyes were easily captivated by his body's make, the smooth curves and depressions of his muscles flexing and of course the reason she got this wonderful view, the tattoo he sported. With her baby blue hues casting up at him shyly, she couldn't help but think of the times she embraced him. Snap out of it! she shook her head quickly, her fingers trembling as they resisted saving the pictures, at least not right before the man - which she did anyway before she scrolled down to see the one with him and Rigel. Her cheeks flushed darker at the handsome brothers together, her eyes still fixated on the one that made a permanent spot in her heart. God only knew how many swoons they would have gotten at the shoot, Coralyn resisting doing so herself now. "You have...really beautiful tattoos." she managed to sign, closing the app as she didn't want to stare at him for too long and make him uncomfortable. "Did you ever consider being a model? You'd sure make a great one..." she figured would be the best way to compliment his physique without coming off as a creep as he assumed of her to be at times, when she marveled at his beauty. Almost instantly she regretted saying that considering there would be beautiful women around him as close as Rigel was or maybe in a more intimate manner than that which she would most likely hate seeing. ▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇ ▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇
Company: Camil || Mood: Flustered || Single || ❀ || Where: Moonbucks Café || Listening to: || OOTD: Gloomy meow~
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Posted: Sun Jan 20, 2019 7:40 am
❛❛Sometimes you have to give up, not because you didn't try to move mountains to be with someone. You give up because they didn't try to move mountains to be with you.
They settled for their life and the people in it, even when it isn't what they really want. You weren't meant to live a lie. Hold your head high and know that you won't ever settle for that misery.
Let go.❜❜
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For moments he’d lock his gaze onto the smooth table top, allowing himself to free his mind from the stressful events plaguing him within days passed while he rested his chin against the palm kf his hand. Until a familiar face came into view. Camil jolted, alarmed golds staring at curious baby blues that sought after the answer to her question moments earlier. ”I was saying,” he heaved a soft sigh, attempting to bring the cup to his lips, but thought otherwise. ”I know you’re a woman. The thought didn’t seem to quite register in my own mind. I suppose I never really had the free time to ponder on other subjects.” things like women, or a family in the near future was never something he had planned for himself, even though he had heard his fair share of complaints from his mother, and his concerned aunts. He’d hit the thirty year old mark in three years time, yet not once has he ever introduced a partner to his family. ”But the realization hits me from time to time, like a brick to my head. And I just.. feel a little lost.” lost on how he should act, lost on the choice of keeping his distance, or going about as they’ve always had. He was lost when he’d caress her cheeks, or allow her to touch him so casually. It seemed so trivial, yet they were like heavy weights dragging him by the feet.
He hadn’t been too keen on having his picture shown to other people, but looking at the way her eyes glistened with excitement, he couldn’t quite say no. Baby blues were focused onto the screen, gleaming as they scanned across what she was looking for. While silence shrouded over their heads like a silent cloud, Camil recalled the day his photos were taken. The way he felt uncomfortably naked in front of the photographer, the way the cold air prickled against the bared skin of his torso, the way his tattoo met the light of day for the first time other than the lone moments spent in his own room. Little by little, warmth clouded upon his cheeks, eventually colouring his ears, and he’d take notice of the similar heat that clouded upon hers. ”Ah- Wh- Thank you.” he stuttered out of sheer nervousness.
"Did you ever consider being a model? You'd sure make a great one..."
”Not once.” he answered. ”I’ve.. never really gave much thought of anything else. I can’t picture anything else. It’s always been a straight path for me if it makes any sense to you.” slender fingers brought the cup to his mouth again. The path had been set for him since birth, or that was what he had came to believe. He had been invested in music, ever since his fingers played the very first musical note. He has loved music ever since the first time he heard the melody his parents played, albeit very faint. It has always been a one way path, with no intersections, no twist or turns. And perhaps to others, it may even come off rather dull. But it was all he’s ever known, and it was all he’d ever do.
”Have you had dreams of your own?” he asked, this time, with curiosity lingering behind golden depths.
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Posted: Sun Jan 20, 2019 9:26 am
❀ ❝Ⓒⓞⓡⓐⓛⓨⓝ Ⓓⓤⓑⓞⓘⓢ❞ ❀ ══════════════════════════ "There will come a prince, that will see right into my heart." Corlayn did feel a tad bit guilty when he jolted, maybe she shouldn't have been watching him like this, but not like she could do much to gain his attention. Besides, maybe pushing on it like this might get him to answer her? Sitting back down as her eyes remained fixed on him, her long thick lashes occasionally fluttering over her baby blues as she paid a close ear to what he had to say. Free time to ponder over it? Was she really that childish that he couldn't even tell she was a woman? Was she supposed to feel bad about that? The small woman simply found herself confused now, unsure of what she should even say to that. Her wandering eyes moved back to him as he continued, keeping her as confused as she was. "Is that a bad thing?" she asked, curious eyes looking for answers again before they slowly diverted to her hands on the table. Maybe it was his frankness with her, like how he referred to her as a child that made him or corrected her on little things that made him feel that way? But it still didn't quite make sense to her, almost making her head hurt from all the thinking. "I mean...if you realizing I'm a woman will make you act differently towards me then, I suppose I'm fine being a child... I don't want you to change." she signed, unsure if that was even what he was intending to say but that is what her little head could comprehend and felt it was necessary to put forth, passing a smile as she'd look back at him. In a way, Coralyn regretted having seen his bare skin as it would often show up in her memory. She just hoped she didn't think too much of it when she'd embrace him or have him close to her like when he helped her to the cab yesterday through the pouring rain. Her cheeks lit up again at the thought of his body close to hers, shaking her head quickly to brush the thought off. Despite her mind taking a dive down south from time to time, if it ever came to her seeing him that way, she'd probably run away and hide. She was a little too modest "herself and was even surprised he agreed to do something like tha- was that why he sounded upset earlier? "You're welcome..." she'd state, smiling brightly at him to ease his own nervousness which she caught from his stutter. "I could never get a tattoo, even if it was a little smiley face. The thought of something digging through my skin scares me and you..have such a big lovely one. You must be very strong." she signed, feeling goosebumps rise on her skin at the thought of needles pricking through her skin. Not that she wasn't familiar with it though, she even had a constant supply of glucose and even blood at one time, unpleasant memories indeed. "I understand." she signed with a slight smile, her eyes cast back down at the leftover bits of the muffin and cheesecake that she quickly cleaned up. She was a little relieved honestly, imagining him with his arms draped around other women or in compromising positions with barely any clothing on either of them didn't make her feel so good about it. Come to think of it though now, she never asked him about his music. Even with them at his place yesterday and all the chaos to cook something good for Lyra, she never got a chance to ask him to play the piece he worked on for her, or sing. "How is it going with your music? Will I get to hear something again?" she asked, propping her chin on both her palms as she watched him eagerly for an answer. If only she had a tail right now, it would have been wagging like a little propeller to reflect her excitement at the thought. Being posed with this question often made the woman realize how laid back she was at making her dreams happen, making her pull her arms off the table in thought as she rubbed the back of her head. She sure had dreams, mediocre dreams, weird dreams, at least for people with their life goals all set. She didn't want much from life, besides acceptance, happiness, and love, the usual. "I do, but I can't tell what would be better...I want to start a plant nursery or be surrounded by little children and teach them music while wearing fun animal costumes, but not for too long...they can be very grabby...or have a bakery to eat-and make all sorts of lovely sweets and...books and an open mic night from time to time..." she would say, her eyes lighting up a little as she signed. As weird as some of them might have been, she mostly wished to be happy and stress free. "Oh yes, all followed by getting married eventually to a busy yet handsome man and have two children. They'd argue with me about having pets but I'd always have to remind them that having one would kill their poor mother and I'd rather die of old age.." she'd joke, looking back at him with a playful grin. ▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇ ▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇
Company: Camil || Mood: Flustered, playful || Single || ❀ || Where: Moonbucks Café || Listening to: || OOTD: Gloomy meow~
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Posted: Mon Jan 21, 2019 1:33 pm
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Lottie continued fumbling on the ground with her supplies, her embarrassment not being helped by the employees beginning to notice the mess she was making. She continued to scoop up her supplies as a young man approached her, picking up the broken pastel and asking her if she was okay. "Oh no, I'm f-fine. Just knocked over some of my stuff." She gave an awkward giggle as she placed her supplies back on the table, resting them against a sketchbook so they wouldn't fall over again. There was a small sigh as an employee came by to wipe up the little mess she made, Lottie covered her face in embarrassment and apologized quietly for causing trouble. However, she looked up at the man in surprise at his offer, wondering slightly why he was being so nice to her. "That's really kind of you, but it's alright," She replied, taking the remnants of her pastel out of his hand, she'll just have to get a new one! Lottie pouted as she inspected it, it was still usable, but now it was bound to crumble super easily.
"Oh, uhm, I'm Lottie, nice to meet you, too." She shook his hand gingerly and gave him a once over, he seemed pretty normal... Is he really insisting on her taking it? It would just cause trouble for herself! Because, next thing ya know, she ends up not seeing him again and she'll have his stuff! "I think I'll be fine! And, uh, thanks... I was just drawing a rainy landscape, I got a little inspired with all this rain we've been having." Plus, she wanted some practice with drawing weather! Lottie sat back down in her chair, taking up a pencil to start drawing again. "I guess... you must draw, too?" She asked a little quietly, assuming that he does since he has art supplies, too.
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♦ outfit ❝ rainy day ❞
♦ status ❝ single as ever ❞
♦ monies ❝ $1000 ❞
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Posted: Mon Jan 21, 2019 2:39 pm
⌘ Sigmund Rohan ⌘ ✬ Resident of Pasadena District ✬  ☪❅☪❅☪❅☪❅☪❅☪❅☪❅☪❅☪❅☪❅☪❅☪❅☪❅☪❅☪❅☪❅ Sigmund studied the girl a bit as the employee swept up the remnants of the mess. She seemed like an alright person albeit maybe a timid or socially awkward based on gesture of covering up her face. He wasn't truly sure though considering reading body language wasn't really apart of his training like some of the other positions. It was an embarrassing situation after all and naturally anyone would react in such a manner. A half smile appeared on his face when she declined the offer and after she shook his hand. "Lottie? Hmmm that's a rather unique name to me....I don't think I've really heard anyone called that around where I grew up, although it does sound vaguely familiar. My memory isn't always the best, but it's a nice name." Sigmund mentioned with a light tone before setting his pastel on the table. "Here maybe you'll change your mind before I leave. It's really not a big deal if you take it. My favorite one I keep at my house, since it was a going away gift from my sister." The explanation was true and simple enough. That one was used on rare occasions, before a realization entered his mind.
Red eyes widened ever so slightly as he quickly pulled out his phone, and sent a quick text message to Kristine regarding that he'd be a bit later than what he expected due to the weather, and if she wanted anything from Moonbuck's. His attention returned to the white haired woman with an apologetic look on his face. "Sorry, I had to let my sister's friend know I'm going to be a bit late because of the weather. I'm housing her friend for the time being considering she's only seventeen, and my sister asked me to do it as a favor. Her friend doesn't really have family or friends around the area it seems, so I've become like a guardian." Sigmund honestly explained, before glancing at her drawing again. "It's coming along nicely. It's always nice to see people who are better in other areas of drawing than me create something." Red eyes glanced at the empty seat, before back at Lottie when she asked her question. "Oh, yea! I was originally self taught to be honest. I ended up joining the military to help pay for my college, and I took an art degree. I actually recently retired from the military, so I moved to Soleil upon my family's suggestion. I'd like to eventually teach an art class I think, but if not I can do something with my other passion in culinary arts. I enjoy cooking all kinds of things, and like to think I'm pretty good at it." Sigmund said with excitement in his voice at having completed college as well as finishing the military. The young man gestured to the seat. "Do you mind if I seat down, and you tell me how you learned how to draw? I'm curious to know if you don't mind me asking....unless it's a bit awkward then I get that too." The male asked with a hint of an awkward tone and chuckle as he scratched his cheek lightly with a finger. He hoped he wasn't coming off creepy to the girl, since that wasn't his intention, plus she seemed pretty interesting in his opinion.
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Posted: Wed Jan 23, 2019 4:01 pm
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Posted: Sat Jan 26, 2019 7:51 am
❛❛Sometimes you have to give up, not because you didn't try to move mountains to be with someone. You give up because they didn't try to move mountains to be with you.
They settled for their life and the people in it, even when it isn't what they really want. You weren't meant to live a lie. Hold your head high and know that you won't ever settle for that misery.
Let go.❜❜
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”No.” it only made him realize how poorly he had treated her from time to time, much like the way he had lost his cool the previous night, the way he seemed impatient during certain moments, the way he paid her no mind when she’d try to get his attention.
"I mean...if you realizing I'm a woman will make you act differently towards me then, I suppose I'm fine being a child... I don't want you to change."
”Never.” he was quick to answer, cutting her short just after the final words fell from her lips. ”Never with you.” he was honest to a fault around her, straightforward without the need to hold back on his thoughts, without the need to care for courtesy or word play. The person she was, she only demanded the truth from him, where he felt no need to sugar-coat his words. He was allowed to be who he wanted to around her, stripped bare from the titles he carried upon his shoulder, of the reputation and expectations he had to live up to. He didn’t need to be the proper eldest son, he didn’t need to put up a front. There were times he felt uncomfortably bare around her, but at those moments, he was all but the truth of who he is as a person. To say the least, it only meant he realized how the little things they did gave off the wrong vibes. From the lighthearted bickering, to the warmth of her body pressed against his, or to the warmth of her lips pressing against his cheek. Yet it wasn’t unwelcomed on his end, despite his small bouts of protests. They both knew he’d give in eventually. And perhaps for her, he’d make an exception.
Her cheeks burned, darkening the hues of her complexion. Though colours he could not see, he pictured it to be like roses, a deep crimson, some a light pink, as his sister had described to him. He’d assume it was like cherries, bright red, like the colour of shyness, like the colour of.. romance, as others would put it and though the way it was a dark shade of grey to him, he figured the darkening of her cheeks ought to be a beautiful phenomenon nonetheless. Like the colour of sunset, like the sunrise at dawn. ”The Kai-riu dragon represented wisdom. It was what I’ve always aspired to be. Wise. And also because it is what we are.” A dragonkin. He surprised himself the moment he set foot into the tattoo parlor, surprising even the tattoo artist when he decided on a large piece for his first. ”But yes, I’ll admit. It was quite painful.” he chuckled. He remembered the feeling of the needles against his skin, as clear as day, and how he gritted his teeth when it’d p***k against his under arm. Rigel decided on the colours, that it was inked according to his appearance. Black scales, with a reflective red hue gleaming off its smooth surface, though Camil never knew what it was, and he suppose he’d never find out.
He was surprised she remembered the sound of his music, though what she heard, he had eventually given up on. ”I’ve.. thrown it away.” his voice was quiet, with a lack of enthusiasm, though he’s admit things had felt much easier after letting it go, after watching the music sheets disappearing beneath the small, orange flame of his lit candle. ”I’ve been forcing myself to compose, that I no longer remember what it felt like to just.. play what I loved. To feel the music course through the tips of my fingers.” he loved the way they’d smile when they’d hear his music, the way their eyes would sometimes glisten with unshed tears. He’d love the way his fingers strummed against his guitar like he did last night, the way he sang his sister’s favourite song, and the way she’d sing along to the lyrics of “Isn’t She Lovely”. He had practiced for months with a tuner, sometimes out of tune, sometimes overwhelmed by the frustration of not being able to hear his own voice, or anything at all. But it seemed all of it melted away at the sight of her pleased expression.
But he never sang on stage, rarely in front of his family, and never when there were others around. Golden gaze settled on the petite woman, recalling the way he felt unsettled singing within another’s presence, yet it disappeared at the sight of her surprised expression, and the way her expression eased into one of wonder, and awe. And perhaps, he had considered her one of his own, a new addition to his small group of close friends.
She was quick to speak of her dreams, of the wild ambitions she may have. He was surprised at their differences, of the way she’d aspire to be so many things, while he was only fixated on one. He’d rest his chin upon the soft surface of his palm while he watched how eagerly she signed, of her eyes that glistened with excitement, and wonder of the possible reality. Raven bangs fell loosely above his eyes, curtaining the golden irises that flickered beneath the dimly lit lights of the industrial interior. ”You’ve certainly have it all planned out, haven’t you? I’m quite amazed.” he chuckled and shook his head. The idea of marriage never quite struck him, though he was forced to consider it on certain occasions, when his parents brought up the idea. Sometimes going as far as to pair him up with the daughter of a close friend, sometimes even arranging a meeting without prior notice. It had eventually added to his list of worries, given his role as the eldest son. Rigel was the first to get married, but when they were struck with the news of how his -now deceased- wife was unable to conceive, the burden of having children eventually fell back onto his shoulders, on a man slowly closing into his thirties. ”You seem eager to get married.” his tone held a fine hint of amusement, laced with mold frustration. ”My parents have been quite eager for me to settle down with a partner, even going as far as to schedule meetings with women. I’d be lying if I said it wasn’t stressful.” Camil huffed, taking the final sip of coffee from his now, cold cup.
”But carry on.” he begun, noticing that it was the first time he’d heard her speak of her dreams, of her ambitions. ”I like listening to you speak.”
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Posted: Sun Jan 27, 2019 2:28 am
❀ ❝Ⓒⓞⓡⓐⓛⓨⓝ Ⓓⓤⓑⓞⓘⓢ❞ ❀ ══════════════════════════ "There will come a prince, that will see right into my heart." With her lips curling to a smile, she nodded and felt some of her confusion leaving. Her eyes widened with how he responded right away, unsure of what to say to that but it made her smile brighter than before. Even if it was just him admitting he'd never change his behavior towards her, it felt quite like relief and made her insides bubble with joy, she could hug him. It was nice that he'd not want to be different around her, it would feel so wrong if he was. She had glimpses of his behavior with women, it was nice to be treated like one but he often seemed like a different person with them. Being extra polite, not telling them clearly what was on his mind unlike with her, whereas with her, he could tell her if the way she was trying to step inside the squares was bothering him while they walked, the way her outfit was too childish and little things like such. Not to mention how he started to welcome her touch, his words earlier stating otherwise though. She didn't want anything to change. With her eyes cast back on him while he explained his tattoo, her eyes moved back to his arm, where a little of it was exposed and then back at him. She'd resist looking into her phone again, worried she might give off an expression that would be less flattering to the man or make a remark about his godly physique. She gently tugged on her finger to stop her mind from diverting again, listening to him carefully about the art. "Wow... I never thought tattoos could have such deep meaning behind them." she signed, honestly mostly thinking of them as an accessory, piece of art or less often, a memento for people who want to remember their loved ones. It was indeed quite interesting to hear his perspective, almost wishing she could get one for herself but obviously, too much of a coward to get one. Especially after him admitting it being painful. Shuddering at the thought, she wrapped her arms around herself as she tried to relax the goosebumps through her clothing. "I could never imagine myself getting one..." she signed. "But why?" she signed almost instantly, her lips tugging up into a frown as her brows knit into a light furrow, more of a concern than anger. Her features relaxed a little as he continued, exhaling through her nose as she shook her head lightly. "I think that's where you're going wrong...you're forcing it but instead you should just let it flow." she signed, "Maybe you should sing to Lyra more while she's here, do more of a practice run and just enjoy yourself before trying to compose again." she added as she recalled the events of last night. He did seem a tad bit nervous at first, but the sight of his favorite woman's eyes light up soon changed all that which she felt quite happy about. If only he could stop...stop whatever it was, being nervous, worried, anxious? and have his own way with his music. It was his version of it though and anything he did for her seemed like the best. With her eyes cast back on him, her cheeks lit up in a fluster as she rubbed the back of her head lightly. His watching her like that made her quite flustered. She was opening up quite a bit of her random and crazy mind to the one she had feelings for, even if he was her best friend before all that and it was quite embarrassing. "No, I just add things to the list as it goes. I wanted to be a vet at one point, but I had to scratch that out of the list because of my allergies." she signed, sighing lightly as though she was upset about it. "Death by catfur doesn't sound very amusing if anything it should be more...heroic than that." she added with a chuckle. Death? Not a topic she should be pondering on, neither should he, quickly making a note to change it up next. With her cheeks lit up from him stating she was eager to get married, she shook her head almost instantly. "Not eager... but I do want to at some point of my life." she smiled brightly. Despite being told quite a few times that it would be hard for her to find a match with her condition, she wanted to believe otherwise, and wait for however long it took. "I mean, I'm still a child, as you like to say and children can't really handle the responsibilities of marriage just yet..." she added with a grin. Although his mention of his parents trying to settle him down did make her lose her grin a little. It did dawn upon her that he was a bit older to her and from a different family than hers, obviously, his parents would want to get involved to find him the best. Probably even someone in his league. "Then maybe you should look for women on your own terms? That way, it wouldn't be quite stressful either. she'd smile, almost breaking from the inside at the thought of him with some other woman. "If you want to get married sometime soon, that is." she added. Her eyes widened when she'd hear his statement, her cheeks flushed as dark as they were from seeing his naked back. Her heartbeat was so loud, it almost resonated in her ears. ”I like listening to you speak.” His words echoed in her ears as she cast her gaze away for a moment to contain the pesky butterflies in her stomach. To him, it might have been genuinely a simple gesture, even as simple as just waiting for her to continue. But for her, using the terms that he used, it made her feel normal. It made her feel like she had a voice, a sound that reached his ears and not just random gestures with her hands and fingers that translated to something meaningful. She took a moment to try and contain the bubbly pleasantness he made her feel, almost avoiding chuckling but couldn't really hold back. "I really wish I find love someone like you." she started off, glancing back at him with her cheeks still lit. "I feel...so normal when I'm with you and I've barely ever felt that with anyone." she added, casting her gaze away as she thought she might have said too much, he did clearly imply he didn't want her just earlier and here she was, almost confessing her feelings to him. ▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇ ▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇
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