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“hm?” it was hard for rylie, to pull herself into the moment from the columns of law she had been reading through. lifting her head from the books she had been poured over, she was all in a daze as she blinked back at him and looked from his face to the cup he was holding out to her, his words only dimly registering. it didn’t take too long for her to catch up, but that didn’t mean she was quick to answer, either. instead, rylie murmured a thank you and took a sip from scalding tea, all in an effort to buy enough time between him falling down beside her and her reply. “i’ve done better.” she’d have left it at that, too, if she didn’t feel so horrible about being so short. “i’ve been worse too, though, so… yeah. it’s fine. it’s, uh…- it’s not too bad,” her strained attempt at a reassuring smile said otherwise, of course.

Oliver chewed on his lip as he shifted his weight back and forth between his feet- clearly nervous about the situation. He wasn’t at all surprised when Rylie gave him a short answer, he’d expected it- if not worse. She had every right to tell him to get lost, certainly he’d been making her life harder with his constantly blurting things out without thinking. He wouldn’t want to spend time with him- which is why he was surprised when Rylie didn’t kick him out. Letting out a small sigh of relief, a small smile spread across his face he studied his friend. “That’s good,” he nodded, as he took a seat across from her. “I-i’m sorry, about you know,” he added, once more chewing on his lip. He’d offered plenty of apologies but he’d probably never stop apologizing, he thought about that day all the time and he still felt terrible and he wanted her to know that. 

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“Hey how are you doing?” Oliver greeted Rylie with a small smile on his face as he held out a cup of tea for her, before taking a seat in the chair next to her. Taking a sip of his own drink, he turned to face his friend- taking a few minutes to study her. Ever since he’d found out about the robot baby assignment he’d been worried about Rylie, sure after everything she’d been through it couldn’t be easy for her.  But, he wasn’t quite sure how to approach the subject, he knew he should handle it with care- but that had never been his strong suit. “I f-figured you m-might be finding this project difficult,” he finally blurted out, regretting it almost immediately. 

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starter call!

like this or comment if you’d like a starter, and who its for and if you have a preference for which character i make it with!! i have two finals and i am done for the semester but i’m going to need some distractions so i’ll hopefully have these out tomorrow or tuesday!!

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*athenasriddle:

athena walked to the front doors of the dream house, holding her coat close. it had gotten awfully cold since the last time she took her regular walk around campus, so she regretted this one slightly. but as soon as she stepped into the warm building, she could feel herself numbing to the cold. her nose and cheeks were red, but it wasn’t like she could see them anyway. continued walking down the hall towards the elevator, she could see the doors begin to close. “hold the elevator !” she exclaimed, picking up her pace. as soon as she slipped inside, she looked at the other. “thank you.” ( @oliverbaere )

Oliver stepped into the elevator, pressed the button for the second floor and let out a small sigh as he leaned against the wall. The doors were just about to close when he heard someone cry out for him to hold the elevator, eyes widening he did the only thing he could think of which was sticking his arm between the doors. It didn’t hurt- but it wasn’t exactly fun, so he was relieved when the girl reached him. “Oh- no problem,” he said with a small smile as he moved over to make room for her. 

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I wish I did not think about it so much, he thought.

Ernest Hemingway, For Whom the Bell Toll (via introspectivepoet)

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