@tymptir Said : I Can't Help You If You Hide Things From Me ,
@tymptir said : i can't help you if you hide things from me , from garlan to desmera .
it is with the practised grace of a woman whose brothers have never been helpful that desmera turns, sizing up garlan with tired green eyes before she shakes her head. “ i do not recall asking for your help. ” she says softly, even toned – as sweet natured as is befit her station. desmera has never held a cross word out loud for anyone; she saved them for the quiet, when she was alone and could speak her displeasure without worry. her father had not ceased his intentions to see her wed, ever concerned that with horas and hobber in the depths of kings landing that his heir, whichever twin had not angered him more as of late, would not return home when duty in the arbor called. so his secondary plan had befallen to her, wanting to ensure a good marriage in the case that desmera should inherit . . . and she had not known peace since. garlan's appearance had not helped matters, had not eased her conscience any, more and more she felt as though she were the sacrificial lamb being fed to slaughter.
her cheeks settle with a light flush as she curls her hands around the handle of her pall-mall mallet, squaring her shoulders as she readies to hit her ball. “ in any case, i do not have anything to hide from you, either. ” an inhaled breath, and then she swings, sending the burgundy colored ball through hoop near the fountain. desmera turns to face him again, gentle, porcelain hands still holding onto her mallet, though she hardly looks anything near menacing. too sweet-faced, perhaps too akin to that damned lamb, again. “ i do not have a say in my father's intentions for me, garlan. ” a fact that doesn't settle entirely well on her shoulders, but, that was what had always been expected for her – of her. women like her did not get the opportunity to marry for love.
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" is your mom here ? " a sharp turn of her head , gaze shifting along countless other airline passengers , attempting to find one that shares any sort of resemblance to him before coming up short & shrugging her shoulders. instead she shifts closer , still intending for him to pick up her carry - on , while her own hand drifts down to interlace their fingers together. " you're cute , don't worry , i won't tell your mom all the bad things i'm gonna convince you to do. "
“ i mean . . . . it felt like it , but maybe i’m just being dramatic. “ there was alot of things i wanted to say , yet i didn’t want to come across as 𝗧𝗢𝗢 𝗘𝗔𝗚𝗘𝗥. she definitely was confident , so confident that i was shocked at how she wanted me to touch her that fast. [ NOT THAT I WOULD BE COMPLAINING ] , but it was also our first time meeting in person. maybe that could be 𝒔𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒅 for later. “ if my mom found i was grabbing your ass this quick , she’d smack me upside the head. HOWEVER - i’m not gonna say it won’t be out the question later if the night goes well. “
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cont. from here , @br4wl
when she'd asked to spend time with him tonight, she'd wrongfully assumed that meant he'd have no issues making time for her while also hanging out with his friends. but mox had spent the last hour ignoring her, his gaze focused on the television screen, his drinks, his buddies, meanwhile cora had been left at a table a few feet away, alone, and forgotten about until seth had settled down next to her and started making conversation.
it'd been nice to be remembered; to not be subjected to forgotten tendencies, left to rot on the table and wait for him to remember that he'd agreed to her being there. what'd started as simple conversation with seth had slowly transitioned into casual flirting, and though cora had known better, wasn't it also just and fair for mox to have sit through it a little – if he even noticed it at all? it took longer than she'd thought for him to settle down in the seat across from them, even longer for him to actually voice his displeasure, sending seth off to get another round before his accusations were started and directed to her alone.
red lipstick stained lips purse together as she tilts her head at him, fingers curling around her glass, pulling it closer to her as dark eyes roll. “ if i were trying to fuck seth, i wouldn't have waited for you to notice that he was flirting with me. ” her glass is brought to her lips, a sip of the whisky before she settles it back onto the table and shakes her head. “ just keeping myself entertained since i clearly wasn't good enough for your attention tonight. ” the words tumble cold and cruel from her lips, a matching tone for the one he'd used for her.
“ if you didn't want me here, you should've said no. ”
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“ that finally really makes it sound like i made you wait more than a couple of days to see me. ” teasing, as she drops her one small carry-on to the ground at his feet, “ do i need to do a little spin for you to make sure i don't have a zipper or something? or maybe . . . you wanna pinch me to make sure i'm real? ” trouble is as trouble does, half spun 'round already, offering flesh just below the denim of her shorts to his hands if he wants it.
ִ 🏆 ׄ ˢᵗᵃʳᵗᵉʳ ᶜᵃˡˡ ⎯⎯ ᶠᵉᵃᵗ. ˡⁱᵛ ᵐᵒʳᵍᵃⁿ ִ ⌣
“ and here i thought i’d be at the airport ᴡᴀɪᴛɪɴɢ for you for hours , but here you are ...... 𝗜𝗧’𝗦 𝗙𝗜𝗡𝗔𝗟𝗟𝗬 𝗚𝗢𝗢𝗗 𝗧𝗢 𝗦𝗘𝗘 𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗜𝗡 𝗣𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗢𝗡. face-time doesn’t do you justice. “
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it isn't her scene – after work parties had always felt like showing up for a group project she'd not really contributed to; but there'd been an insistence she come tonight, pleading faces of a few of the girls that she couldn't quite say no to. so lottie had come, changed out of her scrubs and into the comfort of an old pair of jeans and a white t-shirt, and settled herself against a wall – a pretty little wallflower, doing her best to stave off any further interest in herself with her silence.
she'd perfected the idea of it – that she was pretty but uninteresting, little more than the hired nurse their boss kept around to make sure they weren't harming themselves more than they should have been. easier to not explain that she'd gotten the job in the first place due to a familial connection that'd stemmed back a few decades, that nepotism was alive and well – even if she was good at her job. it kept things calm, ensured her peace; ensured she didn't ever wake up to a litany of messages from her parents telling her she'd further embarrassed their good name.
but she could only pretend to be sipping on the beer that'd been given to her for so long – before thirst actually kicked in, and she found herself lingering away from her post and closer to the drinks table. fingers wrapping around a bottle of cooled water at the same time a much larger hand sought to seek its claim upon the same bottle, delicate fingertips grazing against unknown hand in a soft movement before her wrist retracts and large blue eyes are raising to find the man attached to it.
“ sorry, go ahead. ” spoken with a smile, expecting to see someone she knows – expecting for it to be anyone she's moderately more familiar with than the reality. “ . . . jay, right? ” a hastily given introduction earlier on in the night, but lottie was certain that'd been the name he'd offered.
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