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𝕖𝕝𝕖𝕔𝕥𝕣𝕚𝕔 𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖.

@uneasykisses / uneasykisses.tumblr.com

bri. she/her. 18+. semi-selective.  ( ˘ ³˘)♥
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ik i just asked if anyone wanted a starter but i’m so lazy right now so lms for a text starter instead :D
#indie rp
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also no one look at my theme shes not ready

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to be truthful, wren had long forgotten the question that had been posed in her direction. he could blame it on his ( short attention-span ), but the boy was fully aware that it was nothing aside from his own DESIRE clouding his thoughts. her response is what draws his gaze upwards once more, not shy to the fact that they were no more than an inch apart from one another. he clears his throat, hands CLAMMY at the possibility of her collecting herself and pulling away from him. he needed to do something. this window of opportunity was only due to the fact that they’d been blanketed in a t r a n c e, and wren understood that it was fleeting. ❛ yeah ? ❜ he questions, tongue swiping over his lips to distract him from the BURNING urge brewing within him. it’s the words that follow that surprise him the most, not entirely registering in his mind until they had been spoken aloud. ❛ let me make you happy. ❜ his tone is breathy, soft, awaiting any form of confirmation from cordelia in order to justify him acting on his resurfaced needs. 
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cordelia knows the risk of their proximity, how close their faces were. she lets her mind wander for a brief second, almost as if she’s coming back to reality. she were never the type to cheat on anyone, never the type to dishonor loyalty the way she feels she’s already doing. but her attention is fixed on how crystal blue his eyes are, how she’d always felt WARM around him. how whenever she were down, he’d made her feel better. she begins to advert her dark brown hues down to his lips, mirroring the way he’d looked at hers only a few moments before their sudden position. his words reach her ears finally, ‘ let me make you happy ‘. it rings through her head for a slight second, and that’s when she decides that enough is enough. her stomach twisting and turning, she’s sure even he can sense the hammering of her heart. she’ll sigh,  ❛ fuck it, ❜ and within a second, her hand finds his face, pulling him closer and slotting their lips together with no hesitation.

#「 ╰   ❥ ° —  writings┆cordelia gonzales.#「 ╰   ❥ ° —  cordelia & wren.┆pairing.#wearyhands#its getting saucy.#ACFASDHKLDFHK
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never had valeria been to a party with such evident intensity in its atmosphere. pairs were carelessly stumbling out of the door, unable to keep their hands off of one another. others were TRASHING bottles in the yard, chucking them onto the grass out of ( inebriated ) certainty that someone would be left cleaning their mess. but in the midst of all the chaos, val FAILED to locate the sole reason she’d arrived at the scene in the first place. hopeless glances were taken at the screen of her phone, only to be faced with the sea of texts she had sent him ; all gone without being RESPONDED to. but more than agitated at him reeling her into this scenario, valeria was worried about him. that’s the sole explanation for the c o u n t l e s s nights spent as his aid, guiding him through times of distress and ensuring he was ALWAYS home safe at the end of the night. she feels lost, this is far from her natural habitat and she knew she was completely ( out of place ) by being here. but something deep within the raven haired girl prevented her from giving up, from leaving niko to his lonesome without the GUILT consuming her in the process. this is the intrinsic motivation that leads her to stepping foot inside the household, cheeks flushed and eyes WIDE as she searches actively for the boy. it doesn’t take long before she is approached, though not by her intended target of the evening. ❛ looking for someone to take home tonight ? ❜ the unfamiliar voice slurs, to which valeria is taken aback, rapidly shaking her head in response. ❛ no ! uh –– no thank you. i’m looking for my… friend niko, err –– have you seen him ? ❜
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it was quite the typical night out for niko ; a somewhat marvelous amount of liquor in his system, his bloodstream mixed with it’s alcohol contents and the most common psychoactive drug smoked through the various joints that’d been passed around. he were fairly used to this, always having the personality of someone that could handle ( barely ) an excessive weekend of partying. he’s feeling particularly dazed tonight, an overwhelming quantity of chuckles passing through pearly whites at anything and everything. if he were any parts sober, he were SURE he’d think he looked idiotic, foolish. he’s sat on a dingy couch,  half engaged into a rather pointless conversation until his glazed over brown hues catch onto someone familiar. he doesn’t feel it, but a wide spread grin starts to form on his lips at the sight of the girl. val. she’d always been there for him after nights like these, coming up quickly to pick up the pieces ( the mess he’s been for quite some time ). sometimes, when he’s sobered up in the mornings, he knows she’s the one who brought him home, a crushing sense of guilt takes over him. unfortunately, he rarely ever learns his lesson, though he always hopes she’s the one he sees by the end of the night ( he’s always been sure he’ll never admit it ). he’s overjoyed now by the sight of her, getting up from his spot on the couch, wrapping an arm around the man standing in front of her.  ❛ she’s taking ME home tonight, pal, ❜ he’ll joke, pearly grin still intact as he begins to wrap his arms around the girl.  ❛ val ! come to party, finally ? ❜

#「 ╰   ❥ ° —  writings┆niko byeon.#wearyhands#hey smexy
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