morbidelux

[morbidelux]

marisol wasn’t used to losing control, but something about the way brooke touched her made her legs shaky. she was melting, and fast. the soft kisses, the drop in her voice, and that hand. fuck. she hated to admit it, but brooke had the very specific ability to unravel her completely.

her head tilted back slightly, lips parting in a quiet gasp, though her eyes never strayed from brooke’s. “you really want dessert that bad, baby?” she murmured, her hands tightening around brooke’s waist, clinging to her like she couldn’t bear a single inch of space between them. “you keep touching me like that and i might… i don’t even know.”

she shifted closer, pressing their bodies together until there was barely room to breathe. her lips found brooke’s neck, trailing slow, soft bites down the curve of her throat. “but if you think i’m letting you take the lead just like that…” she whispered, one hand gliding up brooke’s back while the other slid firmly between her thighs, “then you’re seriously underestimating how stubborn i can be.”

brooke had to admit that marisol knew all of her weak spots. the way she kept teasing her not only with words, but with delightful whispers next to her ear kept making her shiver, absolutely hypnotized by the extremely attractive actions that had already built such excitement and anticipation, to the point that her mind was too focused on her and literally nothing else, she was simply too aroused to think about anything other than her girl.

the blonde turned around slightly, making that now it was her chest touching hers as she kept leaning in, but enough for brooke to reciprocate those deliciously exciting actions with a slight kiss on her chin. " make me scream ? " she asked, her voice low and her lips traveling to leave another kiss on her neck, this time as her hand reached the bulk between her legs to start rubbing it gently. " i said i'm hungry, this time you're dessert, babe " she teased back, even if she loved the idea of marisol acting all dominant, she wanted her to enjoy, too.

[morbidelux]

ivy lennox, twenty-nine, cis woman (she/her), pansexual, librarian.

she glanced around, still in shock from everything and from seemingly surviving, apparently, with a namesake, before pulling her half-wet jacket around her shoulders. the storm was indeed coming fast, and the last thing she needed was to end up soaked and freezing to death. "yeah, sounds like a good plan, not like we have any other option," she replied, trying to mask the chill running down her spine. "and don't judge the shelter, what did you expect? a heater? netflix?" a forced smile took over her lips as she gently nudged the other ivy toward the cabin. "got any other plans? you know, in case the wind blows everything away."

* ⠀ ♡ ⠀ ⠀ 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄 ⠀ ⠀ —— ⠀ ⠀ ivy blake. 25. age gaps welcome.

* ⠀ ♡ ⠀ ⠀ 𝐏𝐋𝐎𝐓 ⠀ ⠀ —— ⠀ ⠀ based on this. total strangers or they know each other? we can decide in tags.

* ⠀ ♡ ⠀ ⠀ 𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍 ⠀ ⠀ —— ⠀ ⠀ anyone. mutuals / non-mutuals welcome.

"So... I think we have everything we need for the night." Ivy explained as she stood against the shore, rummaging through the suitcase that had washed up. The clothes of a fellow passenger, who was presumably deceased clung to her sun kissed skin, the sheer thought sending shivers down her spine. Ivy couldn't go there... at least not now. "Looks like a pretty nasty storm is rolling in, we should get under that thing you call a shelter, yeah?" Looking up at the sky with a smile that painted her features effortlessly, at least she could still joke in a situation like this.

[morbidelux]

by that point, ophelia was probably just as pissed as the other woman, hell, she was sure of it. “oh, always so desperate to be the most interesting person in the room, not that this shithole qualifies as a room, even when no one’s watching.” she made her way toward valentina as best she could, not really trying to look threatening, just putting some distance between herself and the shelves that looked about ready to collapse on both of them. “but trust me, boredom’s not exactly gonna be your problem if you keep playing sarcastic.” a sharp smile tugged at her lips, eyes locked onto valentina’s. “you tolerated me? how adorable. and i let you walk away unscathed. and if you keep this up, i just might change my mind. any idea about how are we getting out of here?”

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Valentina raised a perfectly manicured brow, her expression dripping with icy disdain. "Danger?" She scoffed, crossing her arms over her chest. "Please, Ophelia. The only real danger here is me dying of boredom listening to you try and sound intimidating." They leaned back against the shelf, the flicker of a smirk tugging at their lips. "And for the record, I didn't ask for your help. I tolerated your existence for approximately three minutes longer than I normally would. Clearly, that was my mistake." Her gaze flicked up and down Ophelia's frame with deliberate slowness, eyes glittering with mischief. "But hey, at least you finally have an audience for your monologue. Shame it's just me."

[morbidelux]

⋆｡‧˚ʚ💋ɞ˚‧｡⋆ 𝐰𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐩 𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 

𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 - send ‘reverse’ for the sender and receiver to swap. adjust wording as needed!

[ hoodie ] sender pulls their oversized hoodie over receiver’s head and tugs the hood gently into place

[ cheek kiss ] sender leans in to kiss receiver’s cheek mid-laughter, just because they can

[ hand hold ] sender absentmindedly reaches for receiver’s hand while they’re walking, thumb brushing softly

[ forehead rest ] sender leans their forehead gently against receiver’s, eyes closed

[ nap pile ] sender and receiver accidentally fall asleep tangled together on the couch, limbs everywhere

[ spooning ] sender wraps around receiver protectively and mumbles half-asleep affirmations into their shoulder

[ little things ] sender braids a strand of receiver’s hair, ties their shoelaces, or tucks a blanket around them (feel free to specify the action to fit the dynamic)

[ slow sway ] music’s barely playing, but sender still pulls receiver close for a quiet, living-room dance

[ sleepy mumble ] receiver starts dozing off, and sender whispers soft things they won’t remember in the morning

[ clingy ] sender wraps their arms around receiver from behind and refuses to let go

[ kiss sandwich ] sender kisses receiver’s cheeks one after the other

[ chest pillow ] sender lays with their head on receiver’s chest, content just listening to their heartbeat

[ under blanket ] sender pulls the blanket higher and tucks receiver closer with a sleepy smile

[ you first ] sender insists receiver picks the movie or gets the last bite of dessert (feel free to specify to fit the dynamic)

[ phone photo ] sender snaps a candid photo of receiver mid-laughter and saves it like it’s a treasure

[ temple kiss ] sender presses a soft kiss to receiver’s temple as they pass by, as natural as breathing

[ hands in hair ] receiver plays with sender’s hair while they lay in their lap and hum softly

[ jacket drape ] sender silently puts their coat around receiver’s shoulders without saying a word

[ sleepy cling ] sender wakes up to find receiver curled into them, clinging like they’ll float away

[ morning light ] early sun streams in as sender watches receiver sleep, brushing hair from their face

[ surprise note ] sender tucks a little love note into receiver’s bag or book to find later

[ rain watch ] sender and receiver sit inside, curled up with warm drinks, watching the rain in quiet contentment

[ finger trace ] sender traces little shapes on receiver’s skin absentmindedly as they lay together

[ shared scarf ] sender and receiver share the same scarf and walk pressed together

[ tucked in ] sender gently tucks receiver into bed, kisses their forehead, and whispers goodnight

𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞

❝ you’re my favorite place to be. ❞

❝ don’t go. just a little longer, okay? ❞

❝ you smile like that and i forget what i was saying. ❞

❝ it’s you. it’s always been you. ❞

❝ i like waking up next to you. ❞

❝ this... this feels like home. ❞

❝ you’re so easy to love, you know that? ❞

❝ you don’t have to do anything. just being here is enough. ❞

❝ stay here. fall asleep with me. ❞

❝ i made you coffee. extra sweet, just how you like it. ❞

❝ i could listen to your laugh forever. ❞

❝ i think i loved you before i even realized it. ❞

❝ i don’t care what we do, as long as it’s with you. ❞

❝ i missed you more than i know how to say. ❞

❝ you’re safe with me. always. ❞

❝ let me take care of you today, yeah? ❞

❝ i just really, really like being yours. ❞

❝ you have the kindest eyes i’ve ever seen. ❞

❝ being around you makes everything feel softer. ❞

❝ i’m not letting go first this time. ❞

❝ you make everything feel less heavy. ❞

❝ come here. let me hold you for a while. ❞

❝ i’d rather do nothing with you than something with anyone else. ❞

❝ you don’t have to be perfect for me to love you. ❞

❝ even on your worst days, you’re still my favorite person. ❞

❝ i didn’t know how much i needed this until you. ❞

❝ promise me you’ll always stay this close. ❞

❝ i feel like i can breathe when i’m with you. ❞

❝ you’re the calm in every storm. ❞

❝ there’s no one else i’d rather build a life with. ❞

❝ every day with you is my favorite. ❞

❝ you mean more to me than words could ever explain. ❞

❝ i’ll choose you in every lifetime. ❞

❝ you’re my soft place to land. ❞

❝ your laugh makes everything feel right again. ❞

[morbidelux]

marisol couldn’t tear her eyes away from brooke as she walked toward the couch, every step of hers making marisol’s pulse quicken. "so, you really think i’m a psycho for not liking pineapple on pizza?" she teased, voice light and playful. marisol took a step closer, her fingers brushing down brooke’s arm, feeling the warmth of her skin. “bold move,” she whispered, her lips hovering just near brooke’s ear. “but hey, if you’re in the mood for dessert, we could skip right to that.”

without waiting for an answer, marisol leaned over the back of the couch, her chest touching brooke’s shoulder as she got in close, trapping her gently in her space. the warmth between them grew, both of them caught in the quiet tension. marisol’s lips brushed just below brooke’s ear, her breath warm against her skin. “hungry, huh?” she whispered with a grin. “i think you're about to get more than you bargained for.”

her hand slid down brooke’s waist once again, fingers lingering just enough to build some delicious antecipation. at least for her. “so, tell me,” she continued, voice a playful mix of challenge and desire, “you want me to make you scream, or should i keep teasing you a bit longer?” she leaned in close again, lips brushing over brooke’s neck, just enough to make her shiver. “could leave you wanting more... or, you know, not,” she added with a smirk, pulling back just enough to watch brooke’s reaction.

brooke loved the way she held her waist, pulling her closer. it always made the blonde feel safe and even loved, such a simple gesture that somehow made her weak to marisol's charm. however, it was nothing compared to the way she felt her knees shake as soon as she whispered in her hear, causing a nervous giggle to come out of her lips, flustered enough to not be able to flirt back. " fuck " she said in a whisper to herself, wishing she would keep doing that.

the blonde had a moment to catch her breath and laugh at her jokes, as she thought how lucky she was that marisol felt that way about her. " say whatever you want, i still think you're a psycho for not liking pineapple on pizza. " she teased, her cheeks still blushing but still going along with that flirty game. " i guess we'll have to go straight to dessert, don't you think ? i'm getting hungry already " she teased again, slowly walking away from her without turning her back, landing smoothly on her couch, waiting for marisol to join her.

[morbidelux]

sorry if i'm acting weird or making mistakes, i'm dealing with meds right now. thanks for understanding. ❤️

[morbidelux]

reyna laughed, utterly unimpressed. she let her eyes trail from the cigarette to the hand near her face, then raised a brow like she’d just caught freya doing something embarrassing. “seriously?” she asked, deadpan. “the whole let me tuck your hair thing? is that your move now?” her tone dripped with disdain, but she didn’t step back. instead, she shifted in just a little, like she was daring freya to keep going. “or maybe i just got bored and figured messing with you was the fastest way to get entertained.”

Without much facial expressions, Freya watched as Reyna was putting up a little show in front of her. However, the corners of her mouth curled up in a little smirk when she pulled back from the sticky counter. "I think it's real fucking cute when you go all snappy like that.' Freya mused, taking a long drag from the cigarette and hopping off the bar stool she sat on. Moving over to the blonde, she leaned an elbow to the bar and let her other hand reach for Reyna's face. Fingertips brushed a blonde lock behind her ear. "Now why don't you quit the tough act you're putting on and start telling me why you really are here? Missed me already?"

[morbidelux]

natalie let out a quiet chuckle, not loud enough to suggest she was just eager for whatever would happen, because that definitely wasn’t what she had in mind at first. she tilted her head to look at spencer. “easier ways, huh? yeah, but none as fun, princess.” her tone was playful, provocative, but she wasn’t pushing too far. not yet.

she walked slowly toward the bed, stopping right in front of spencer. “you wanna know how close we’ll have to get?” her voice dropped just a little, softer now, carrying something heavier. “you’re gonna find out real quick if you keep looking at me like that.”

without a moment’s hesitation, she sat down on the bed, close enough that their knees would touch if spencer joined her. “go on,” she murmured, tapping the spot beside her with two fingers. “show me how brave you are.”

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for a moment, spencer considered that natalie might have booked a single bed room on purpose, and surprisingly she wasn't opposed to it. it was obvious that her friend was extremely attractive, not only because of her looks, but her personality as well. deep inside, spencer had to admit that she was at least a little bit attracted to her. " you flirting with me right now ? there are easier ways to get a girl to share a bed with you, you know ? " she replied in a teasingly tone, even when she was a bit intimidated by her. " so . . . the bed is a bit small, i think. care to show me how close we'll have to get ? " / @morbidelux

[morbidelux]

marisol couldn't hold back a smile when she felt brooke's arms wrap around her neck. the gesture always made her stomach twist in the best fucking way. the quick kiss pulled a quiet sigh from her lips, and the way brooke kept flirting made her shiver. "you’re working real hard on that pizza speech, huh?" she murmured, trying to keep her voice as normal as possible, though she didn’t bother hiding how the whole situation made her feel. "not sure if you’re convincing me about the pizza... or something else."

her hand slid down to brooke’s waist, tugging her just a little closer. "deadly pasta, suspicious pizza... i think you just wanna keep me weak," she said, a quiet laugh breaking the short silence. marisol was clearly delighted and made no effort to change it. "thirty minutes, huh?" she repeated, leaning in a little to speak near brooke’s ear. "so we’ve got time for a little distraction before it gets here."

with one last teasing look, marisol pulled back just enough to grab her phone off the counter, making sure she also winked at brooke. she opened the delivery app quickly, typing with a grin still on her lips. "okay, let’s get this out of the way before i forget food exists," she joked, scrolling through the menu. "one large, half with pineapple, half like a normal person. deal sealed." she placed the order and set her phone aside. "done. thirty minutes on the clock." she moved in close to brooke again, her expression showing too much satisfaction for it to be 'innocent'. "so, what else do you have planned for me during this 30 minute window?"

brooke's cheeks blushed so hard once she figured out that marisol wasn't wasn't making a sexual innuendo. however, she blushed harder when her date switched to that flirtatious tone. the blonde wrapped her arms around marisol's neck in a very loving way, making sure she'd stay as close as possible. " lucky for me, i'm not the only one here who could be dessert. look at you, babe " she teased back and left a quick peck on her lips. " i might have to convince you to try just a tiny bit, i promise you won't be disappointed. hell, you might not want to stop eating, even. pizza, i mean. of course i meant pizza. " she continued flirting with her date, even with that blurry line that turned food talk into something else. even when they were in the early stages of that relationship, brooke felt deeply comfortable with her, even with all the sex talk -and not talk-. " it was supposed to be pasta, but please don't try it. it might kill you, you know ? " she joked, obviously exaggerating. " wanna order the pizza ? we'll have 30 minutes to ourselves while we wait. we better get comfortable, huh ? "

[morbidelux]

reyna hale, twenty-seven, cis woman (she/her), lesbian, illegal surveillance consultant.

reyna exhaled slowly, arms crossed as she stared bambi down with an angry gaze. “big deal? i’m sorry, but your idea of ‘nothing’ is a little too close to disaster for my taste,” she said, her voice laced with sarcasm, though a small laugh slipped through at the end. she shook her head, forcing a yellow smile that barely covered the mix of irritation and discomfort she was dealing with. “you’re just lucky i’m here to fix it before it gets any worse.” there was some level of tension in the air, and reyna hated that part of her wasn’t mad enough to walk away. the problem wasn’t the mess itself. it was how easy it was to forget why she cared.

she glanced down at the tablet in her hand, watching the footage glitch into chaos right around the time bambi had walked into the room. the cameras had been in place for weeks, a tight, quiet surveillance op tracking the club’s owner. clean work. discreet. until bambi, of course. reyna looked up again, meaning to say something offensive, but her eyes caught on the hem of bambi’s outfit. god. she looked away fast, cheeks flushed. “you know how hard it is to rewire an encrypted feed without drawing attention?” she muttered, keeping her eyes firmly on the screen. “of course you don’t. you just walk in, knock shit over, and somehow make me clean it up.”

"why do you always have to do this ? you're making such a big deal out of nothing."

[morbidelux]

marisol let out a small laugh as she ran her fingers through a lock of brooke's hair. "i never said you were bad at this, or anything else, miss." she furrowed her brow in a ridiculously exaggerated attempt to look annoyed. the truth was, she was genuinely enjoying all of this. "and guess what? i never said you were dessert either, but damn, maybe you could be." marisol said in an almost inaudible whisper as she watched her for a moment, eyes sparkling with amusement. "but the pineapple on pizza… that’s almost a crime, you know? and no, i’m not trying it." marisol’s face wore a false look of disgust. "unless you convince me it tastes as good as they say." she leaned in a bit, as if about to take a bite of an imaginary pizza, but her eyes locked with brooke’s long enough to make her cheeks blush.

"i was totally talking about the pizza, right?" she raised her hands in mock surrender, laughing. the truth was, she usually kept herself in check around brooke, especially to avoid saying anything that might sound too out of line, but sometimes, just sometimes, things got a little out of control. "but what if we actually tried your food?", she laughed, "sure, let’s order the pizza, but… what was the dish, anyway?"

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" c'mon, i know i'm bad at this, but not trigger-the-smoke-alarm kind of bad " she felt bad that the whole scenario she had pictured in her mind wasn't going to happen, her null culinary skills being the sole reason why. however, brooke really appreciated how marisol always reassured her, even in those moments that, despite the disappointment, she had to admit were a little bit fun.

brooke turned at her, her hands quickly resting on mari's shoulders as soon as she tugged gently at her shirt. " is that a metaphor ? am i dessert ? " she had to admit that she was delighted by her presence. " of course i like pineapple on pizza. what do you think i am ? a psycho ? " / @morbidelux

[morbidelux]

marisol vega, twenty-seven, trans woman (she/her), pansexual, tattoo artist.

marisol leaned against the kitchen doorway, arms crossed, very much amused as she watched that scene unfold in front of her. "babe, i love that you tried. like, really. but i'm like... ninety percent sure the smoke alarm's about to get involved." her tone was teasing, but deep down she was having fun, and that made feel like an asshole.

"i can even pay for the fake alarm fine. i mean, if it comes." she pushed off the doorframe, stepping closer with a smirk. "lucky for you, i happen to think burnt dinner and panic are kind of cute." she reached out to tug gently at the hem of brooke's shirt, just enough to catch her attention. "pizza sounds perfect, just means we've got more time for dessert".

"so," she added, studying brooke's cute despair. "what do you think, pepperoni or are you one of those pineapple-on-pizza girls i'll have to forgive?"

open to all.

" listen, i know i promised you a date with great meal, but i might have overestimated my abilities " brooke was slightly worried, as something was starting to smell like burnt. she definitely wasn't a great cook and it showed. " we might have to order pizza or something like that. "

[morbidelux]

natalie stopped at the entrance of the room, her eyes scanning the scene before landing on spencer sitting at the edge of the bed. the corner of her mouth curved into a little smile, and she dedinitely became a mix of complete fear and interest. “hm, you said ‘share’ like it’s a tragedy,” she stated, leaning her shoulder against the doorframe, arms crossed, rolling her eyes. “if you want, i can stay real quiet on my side. promise i won’t bite.” there was a brief pause, her smile widening just a bit. “unless you want me to.” she finally stepped into the room, boots clicking softly against the floor. she set her bag down on the floor without a second thought, and looked back at spencer, probably looking and sounding scarier than she really intended. “but if the bed’s too small… we’ll have to get real close.”

open to all.

" wait, i thought you had booked a double room " spencer was surprised that the hotel room they had decided to spend the night in only had one bed. still, she left her luggage by the door and ended up sitting on the edge of the mattress " fuck. we're going to have to share a bed, don't we ? "

[morbidelux]

reyna hale, twenty-seven, cis woman (she/her), lesbian, illegal surveillance consultant.

reyna didn’t answer right away, standing there for a moment and rolling her eyes at the sight of freya. her lips curled into a forced smile as she leaned in toward the other woman. she hadn’t come for a fight, not today, not now that she was finally relaxing. “it says i don’t give a fuck about what my ‘daddy’ says,” she murmured, all mockery. her fingers brushed the edge of the bar, and the feeling of something sticky made her pull back with a slight grimace, eyes snapping back to freya. “and if you’ve got a problem with that,” she added, a distracted gaze fixed on freya's cigarette, “you’re welcome to try and do something about it. but we both know you won’t, princess.”

There was little to no emotion showing on Freya's face as she sat at the bar of the gang's clubhouse. She watched the very familiar silhouette walking in and only smirked, brows raising while she took a drag of her cigarette. "Are you lost, princess?" She asked the other. "I thought your daddy was very clear about hanging out with me, wasn't he? Yet here you are. What does that say?"

[morbidelux]

sister ophelia, thirty, cis woman (she/her), pansexual, ex-nun.

ㅤㅤa dry laugh slipped past her lips, followed by an eyeroll that felt endless. "do you think i'm actively trying to?" ophelia didn’t even look at her when she said it, fingers running along the dusty edge of the shelf behind them. ew. "tell me again, what the fuck were you trying to do in this godforsaken closet?" she frowned. "and even better, why did you ask for my help if you had even the slightest suspicion this lock could jam? i know you hate me and blah blah, but this might be your most impressively stupid revenge yet. "

ㅤㅤshe turned, finally facing the other woman. "you have no idea how much danger you're in right now." ophelia's grin was now too noticeable, even in the dark closet. "though i admit, it’s kind of cute how calm you’re pretending to be."

open to: anyone, 25+ muse: valentina pérez. 29. she/they. pansexual. model. portrayed by zión moreno. connection/plot: our muses are stuck in a small space together and they hate each other. or could be anything you want, feel free to go wild!

"We're stuck here. The least you can do is stop being so hot." They hadn't meant to say that out loud, but it was something that had been stuck in their mind for a while now. Would she regret saying it, though? Only time would tell.

[morbidelux]

sister ophelia, thirty, cis woman (she/her), pansexual, ex-nun.

ㅤㅤophelia took the keys from lucy’s hand without a word at first. her expression didn’t shift from that usual half-smile, but there was something in her eyes that made it clear she was absolutely furious. she turned the keys over slowly in her palm, then looked back at lucy, eyes already rolling just from the sight of her.

ㅤㅤ“so she wants me to go fuck myself, huh?” ophelia said, her tone dry as ever, her fist closing around the cold metal. “charming. and you just… passed that along? i suppose you thought it was funny. ” ophelia let the silence stretch for a while before speaking again, even if it sounded more like a whisper, this time. "or maybe you just liked the excuse to talk about how hot you think i am."

ㅤㅤshe stepped closer, not enough to be inappropriate, but just enough that lucy would have to choose whether to hold her ground or get the hell out of the way. her voice dropped, quieter now, as if she was trying to collect herself, trying not to look like a terrible boss unraveling in front of her employee. “let me ask you something, sweetheart. are you doing this because you want to keep this job… or because you’re testing how far you can push me before i snap and tell you not to come back tomorrow?”

open to: w/nb, 30+

plot: your muse owns a vintage film/dvd store and lucy is their new employee who keeps fucking things up. based on

"someone came in and left these for you. she said that she hopes that you go fuck yourself. i was like, 'uh, i'm not saying that to my boss who already hates me'..." she held up the keys to what lucy assumed was their shared accommodations and then offered a smile. "so, uh... here you go. go fuck yourself and also, you're way too hot to have an ex with such a boring personality."

[morbidelux]

reyna hale, twenty-seven, cis woman (she/her), lesbian, illegal surveillance consultant.

reyna laughed, too amused to bother hiding it. "god, you’re too cute when you lie." she closed the distance between them, a smirk curling at her lips as she studied the other woman. "you wish you hated me. it’d make things easier for you, wouldn’t it?" her gaze swept over adrita, searching for any hint of genuine hatred. just in case. "but here you are, looking at me like you want something you’re trying way too hard to keep secret." maybe reyna was standing too close now, toeing the line of doing something dangerous and far too complicated for her to even try to make sense of. "so go on. hate me all you want."

open to anyone. plot: they hate each other, but also they don't. inspo: here.

"i can't stand you." adrita tried to keep a serious face as the words left her lips. but they had played the same game enough times to know their comeback was going to disarm her. one thing was sure. they always managed to surprise her. "i fucking hate you, actually."