elegantripple
; revamping this babygirl
elegantripple
elegantripple
; somewhat alive? hello?
residentdickhead
: i don't want peace!!!! i want problems!!!! always!!!!
residentdickhead
: forever in love with u
residentdickhead
ᅟᅟ' and i would love to see that day
ᅟᅟher day is mine
ᅟᅟwhen she will marry me outside ,
ᅟᅟwith the willow trees
ᅟᅟand play the songs we made . '
﹨﹨ postcards from italy , ᅟbeirut
he crashes inside their shared apartment, cussing at the noise but not really doing anything to stop himself from doing so. she's not home. she's not / yet / home* he corrects. she's been busy and he can't blame her for that.
he can't blame her for loving her work despite it being miles away from him. he's so / tired / and he wants to sleep, but it's hard to come by when there isn't anyone beside him in bed. well. he'd like to thank her for that.
he picks up his phone, calling her number. if she's in the middle of a shoot, he'll just try again. who can blame him? he misses her.
residentdickhead
he listens to her talk and his grip on the toy - on goddamn ludo - loosens. god, he feels like a child. petty. apathetic. and selfish. how do those little monsters live with themselves. "are you asking me to go there?" he catches the glint in her eyes, it lifts the edges of his mouth into a smile - barely there but he's more than happy to provide.
"visit you and see you back in your element? just how well do you think that's gonna play out huh? remember last time?" he scoffs, but still proud that he landed a punch or two at her fellow actor. friend. or whatever. he doesn't care. he enjoyed that kiss too much and he did not like the way the bastard looked at him.
elegantripple
@residentdickhead noelia smiled a little at the mention of julia. she hasn't seen her in ages, and hearing how she gave her guard dog a scolding, she must be growing up to be stronger than she anticipated. just thinking about that girl giving him a scolding got her laughing. "first off, don't hurt ludo, ludo has nothing to do with this." she said as she saw him take his stuffed toy. "if everything goes according to the schedule i'll be home next week. you can always ask julia or giorno for a few days off if you want to, the weather is amazing, a little hot during the day, but in the evenings it's just *perfect*."
residentdickhead
"i've been - running errands. the usual." he leaves out the bloody details. she doesn't need to be reminded her boyfriend was and is in fact an assassin.
he shifts from his position and grabs one of noelia's stuffed toys that still pleasantly smelled like her, and he holds it. "julia's been hot on my heels about my skills and whatnot. she thinks you're making me / soft /. that i'm losing my edge."
he clicks his tongue, hugging the stuffed toy tighter. "the damn audacity of that kid. i'm the one who trained her." despite all that, it's not like he was mad at her. projecting his anger to something else instead of realizing that anger was for himself is and by far his only coping mechanism. "i... just want you home." he sighs, going back to the reason he even called in the first place.
-commandisms
❝ . . . salmon . ❞
━━━━━ Toge Inumaki
elegantripple
@-commandisms noelia gives him a smile , before she reaches over and gently pinches his cheek . " so cute . "
wickedlows
" we need to talk . " he tells her as soon as he sees her enter their shared penthouse . he'd been on an anxious tick of pacing to and fro , and literally almost breaking her favorite clock , but he's proud to say he'd survived a good 24 hours without destroying anything ( under nanami's supervision ) and only managed to break someone's nose on his way home .
so now . all he had to focus on was / her / , all in her ... sad state of pyjamas and naked face , and marcello thinks she's as beautiful as the night they'd first met .
elegantripple
@residentdickhead "talk?" noelia asked as she hung up her keys in the little keycabinet she had installed near the door. her father had dropped her off at home, up to the door, so she didn't dress up. why would she? she had been sad this entire night, and didn't care what she looked like. she just wanted to go home. "um, okay... about?" her hand was shaking just a little, indicating she was nervous. was he going to break up with her? before she could think about that question, she blurted it out already. "are you gonna break up with me..?"
wickedlows
" motherfucker has been staring at you ever since we got here . if he doesn't stop , i'll gouge his eyes out . "
wickedlows
he feels his lip twitch , but couldn't decipher if it was a smile or a frown . ᅟ" you just want a kiss . " ᅟ but he pulls her to him , ᅟhand already gripping her waist and the other trailing down her spine . ᅟ he tilts his head though he stops for a moment to see if the other man was looking , ᅟ he smiles before letting their lips meet , ᅟ tasting victory in the cherry lip gloss coating noelia's lipstick .
elegantripple
@residentdickhead " then , prove that guy that i'm no one's but yours ? there's a really simple way to do so , sweetie . "
wickedlows
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" i'm . not . i literally want to stab the guy . he's looking at you like you're his next meal . fucker better watch his back or i'm pulling his spine . fucking hell . "
wickedlows
" i'm ... " ᅟ he purses his lips . ᅟ he doubts there's anything else to explain about the blood stains on his clothes .ᅟ " ... they're ... special effects ... ? "
wickedlows
" okay just - " ᅟhe sighs , ᅟ undressing then and there , ᅟ more concerned over the fact he might actually stain the floor . ᅟ " i'll wash it myself . i just need spares right now . "
elegantripple
@residentdickhead " right .... hurry up and get those clothes off and into the washing machine , i don't want anything on my floor . "
summerincarnate
: would change her to a guy, but i'm tryna venture out my writing skillz and start writing girls (;
