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huntingtcn-dylan​:

In both of their fields of expertise, time meant money. They understood the prerogative and, more often than not, could easily conform to the demands attached. But, in moments when they had their limbs tangled beneath the thousand something Egyptian cotton light grey sheets. When he could hold her like that. It didn’t seem as meaningful.

Dylan released a breath through his mouth, a fingertip tracing light patterns over Emerson’s skin. “I could just tell them it’s none of their business,” his shoulders moved with a shrug. He was an expert when it came to keeping his business and personal lives separated, and most of the people he knew wouldn’t dare ask. Over the years, they learned that much about the man who worked with them. They could expect great things when it came to the nature and quality of the work he did, but what he did once the office closed was off-limits.

The man grimaced at her words and his hazel eyes connected with the golden tone of her hues. “So you want a quickie before you leave, huh?” he arched an eyebrow.

It was a little too easy to say it was none of anyone’s business. It truly was none of anyone’s business, but Emerson didn’t have the luxury of secrets. She stood in the right spot at the right time and that was that. 

The safety of Dylan’s apartment, however, was nicer. The dress code was far more simpler compared to the designer threads she donned on a normal basis. The conversation was far more relaxed. Emerson could act on things she wanted to do, like lean up to kiss him if she wanted to. She could wrap her arms around his neck or her legs around his waist.  “I don’t get to do that,” she reminded him. Though she wanted nothing else than to curl up under the covers with him and do nothing. It was a far more attractive option. “You know if we do that, I’ll make you erase your meetings, right? We can rarely ever squeak by something quick.”

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Dylan lived a high life filled with luxuries most people would only dream of. He had a lavish apartment with floor to ceiling windows overlooking some of London’s landmarks; his job offered him a paycheck that could support a small country for a while; but, the cherry on top was the woman lying next to him in bed. It didn’t matter if they were never able to make their relationship public because of the stakes they faced. The fact that she was there with him made everything ok.

He felt her lips connect to the flesh on his shoulder, her words taunting him, chasing off the sleep that still made his eyelids heavy. Dylan turned on his back, the mattress depressing under his weight, and his hazel eyes connected with her amber ones. A slow smile spread through his features. “Morning,” his voice was still hoarse as he tugged on her arm and pulled her to his chest, his arm loosely wrapped around her slender shoulders.

“Remind me, why is it that you have to flee?” he asked, even though he knew the reason. “Or, more importantly, why do you need my undivided attention?”

There were times Emerson wondered if it was the frowned-upon element of their relationship that made it seem so sweet, but it was the fact that Dylan was easiest person for her to be around. She rolled when he pulled her closer and she leaned up to place a chaste kiss on his jaw. Her leg came up to hitch on his waist. His rough morning voice was one of her favorites, next to annoyed voice, bossy voice, and aroused voice. 

“Because I know you have a busy afternoon and I have a somewhat busy morning and people will want to account for both of our whereabouts,” she replied, leaning up to peck him. “And it’s not like you can say you’ve spent it with me wrapped around you and vice versa for myself. I want your undivided attention because I have to run soon.”

But even in those precious few moments, she couldn’t give one good reason as to why she needed to run, or why it was a good idea to spend the day being anywhere else.

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peyton was sitting outside the cafe at one of the tables, the cat carrier tucked carefully by her feet. she’d ducked inside just long enough to order her coffee, kevin voicing his annoyance at being confined to the carrier. usually, he was only grumpy for the first minute or two and then settled down. but today he was in a mood, making the noise of some dying creature, and the people in the cafe had stared at her as if she was torturing him. after almost ten years of this back and forth, one would think he’d be used to it. but kevin was nothing if not opinionated. peyton rose to her feet when davina approached, offering a smile. “hey.” 

Some people were content to let a pet stay with an ex, but not Davina and Peyton. She’d take seeing her ex-wife if it meant she could also see Kevin. She loved the scruffy cat just a little too much to let him slip through her fingers. 

Davina heard him before she saw the carrier and she couldn’t contain her laugh. “Hey,” she greeted Peyton as she took her seat in the chair across from her. “Hi, Kev. I got your blanket all stretched out.”

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LOCATION: in front of leah’s house TIME: 5.34PM TAGGING: @wickedvixcns​ // davina.

It had been an incredibly long day. Not only had Leah had one of the earliest flights of the day, but it had also been more than stressful. On top of that, she had also managed to ruin her best white blouse with some tomato soup, which now looked like she had stabbed someone at some point during the day. Sure, she may have only done a few short-haul flights throughout the day, but she was more than just exhausted. She needed her sleep and she really needed the day off tomorrow. Leah got out of the Underground carriage at the right station and made her way to her car, which she had parked not too far away. Usually, she would walk to the station when she needed to get a train or walk from the station home, considering it was only about 20 minutes on foot. This morning, however, it had still been pitch-black outside. On days like that, she took the car, just to be safe. After all, she still didn’t know what happened to Sarah back in the day and she was not gonna take any chances. However, her tired eyes also had a hard time focusing on the road today, which proved to be a problem and made her day even worse. It was almost right in front of Leah’s house that she missed the fact that the car in front of her was slowing down and eventually stopping, which resulted in a loud noise as well as quite some damage when she hit the car in front of her. Fuck.

“No, no, no, no, no…” she mumbled to herself, partly in shock, partly angry for not paying better attention. In all those years of driving, she had never managed to hit another car. But of course, today out of all days that had to happen. “Fuck!” she cursed, immediately turning the engine off and opening the car door. She stepped out of the car and headed towards the one she hit, assessing the damage. 

Davina was on cloud nine. She’d landed one of the biggest accounts that opened so many doors for her as a designer and a renovator. It meant she was able to build her business to the next level. She was elated as she made her way out of the apartment building. There was a bounce in her step that hadn’t occurred in months. There was definitely a bottle of wine in her future. 

Her music on shuffle played continuous hit she didn’t feel like skipping. As she pulled up to the second client of the day (and parallel parked perfectly), she had only just put it into park when her car jerked out. The telltale crunch of metal told her that she had just gotten into an accident for the first time in her life. Davina turned off the engine and scrambled out to assess the damage. 

“Are you okay?” she asked the other woman.

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If it was semi-rare that they were able to see each other, the only thing that topped that was Emerson being able to stay over. While she lived a privileged, charmed life, it often started when the sun started peeking over the skyline. She was greeted with coffee and a scone by an assistant. Her day began soon after and it ended with her flopping into bed at midnight. 

This time, however, she let herself be immersed in Dylan’s comfortable bed, even if it was empty at that moment. She let herself take comfort in the soft, faded T-shirt she’d stolen from him. His pillow had that clean, masculine smell, his covers curved just right. Her lips descended on his shoulder for a moment and her arm wrapped tightly around his waist. 

“You up?” she murmured as she settled into him. “Because your beautiful, alluring, annoying British girlfriend wants your undivided attention before she has to sneak out.”

It was all in teasing, of course. He knew that. And it was entirely likely he’d respond in rolling on top of her and pretend to sleep. 

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[ ADELAIDE KANE ] —— [ EMERSON D'ALESSIO ] is a [ TWENTY-FIVE ] year old [ HOTEL HEIRESS/SOCIALITE ]. They identify as a [ BISEXUAL CISFEMALE ] and I’ve heard that they’re [ INVENTIVE & CHARMING ] but can also be [ RUDE & TACTLESS ]. [ SHE ] has been living in London since [ MARCH 2004 ]. — ( ooc: sunshine, 25, est, she/her, needles/animal abuse/animal death )

Born Emerson Jane D’Alessio to a hotel magnate and the most successful corporate lawyer in London with a few older siblings (eventual WCs)

Human form of the eye-roll emoji

She’s probably slept with most of the dudes in her dad’s firm tbh because she was bored.

But she’s lowkey smart. She attended Oxford and has her MBA. Loves playing up the spoiled princess stereotype and airhead. Loves watching the light go out in someone’s eyes when she proves them wrong.

Manipulative as fuck, we hate her. But she’s only horrible if you underestimate her and it stems from trying to be heard over her family’s reputation. She’d rather be remembered as a bitch than forgotten by everyone else.

Love child of Regina George, Wilhelmina Slater, and Lana Del Rey

Has high standards for everything she sets her sights on.

Has a Dalmatian named Roger that she loves more than life itself and more than any one person. He’s spoiled as fuck and 100% has an Hermes dog collar with matching accessories

Has a secret relationship with a lawyer in a competing firm.

Has feelings WAYYYYYYYYYY down deep. Way down. If you’re a friend, she’ll cut anyone who messes with you. If you’re family, she’s ready with a shovel if you’ve killed someone. If she hates you, she’ll either A) ignore you or B) treat you indifferently because honestly, you won’t be worth her time.

Wanted connections:

Friends from college: she’s hella tight with people she knew from college

Friends growing up: if your character grew up rich, highly likely they crossed paths

Frenemies: sometimes they’re friends, sometimes they’re not

Friends of convenience: they don’t have time to maintain anything, so there it is.

Exes: they could have used each other for publicity, could have actually liked each other, who knows?

Former fwb: basically what it says. they used to fuck but they cross paths sometimes

Fake relationship: they use each other for whatever reason, but she covers up her relationship by dating this person (she’s bi, so pick a gender!)

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[ NINA DOBREV ] —— [ IZABELA “BELLA” SOKOLOVA ] is a [ TWENTY-EIGHT ] year old [ HORSE TRAINER ]. They identify as a [ BISEXUAL CISFEMALE ] and I’ve heard that they’re [ EMPATHIC & INTUITIVE ] but can also be [ OBSTINATE & SELF-DEPRECATING ]. [ SHE ] has/have been living in London since [ MAY 2010 ]. — ( ooc: sunshine, 25, est, she/her, needles/animal abuse/animal death )

Ivan Sokolov and Anastasia Atanasova were legends of the horse world in Sofia, Bulgaria. Ivan’s family bred, raised, and trained Arabians, Anastasia’s family did the same with Thoroughbreds. The two fell in love, much to their parents’ delight, and moved to America to expand their families’ breeding businesses. Two years after they married, they welcomed a little girl they named Izabela.

From the time Izabela was born, she was on the back of a horse in the arms of her father. Somewhere on their mantle is said photo, Ivan smiling proudly while holding Izabela in his arms. By the time she reached kindergarten, she could ride a horse at a lope and by the time she reached eight years of age, she was jumping.

She inherited her mother’s keen eye for spotting potential in horses and was gifted a beautiful black Anglo-Arabian filly she named Irina on her fifteenth birthday. Bella was responsible for her care and training and soon, the two formed an unbreakable bond and became a somewhat unbeatable team.

By the time Bella was eighteen and finished high school, she had accrued sponsorship and royalties from winning shows. It was enough for her to eventually take a hiatus to focus on college, where she volunteered at a therapeutic riding school.

It was during a rescue that Bella tried to help a horse through the mud, only to end up shattering her knee when she was kicked and thus ended her career in shows. Prior to the injury, she was considered for a position on the national team.

After she healed, she went on a trip to London with a few friends, where she instantly fell in love with the city and all it had to offer. For a girl whose parents had worked so hard to build a life in America, she couldn’t resist England. Eventually, she transferred her credits from University of Kentucky to University of East London.

It took a while to get her belongings to London, especially her horse. Bella currently works at a training facility, helping train horses on carts and to show properly. She also specializes in one-on-one lessons to help people care for horses properly and minimize neglect by teaching from the ground up.

In her free time, she volunteers at a rescue specializing in neglected or abused horses. Her dream is to encourage mutual healing between at-risk youth, special needs kids, and horses who were neglected and abused.

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[ INBAR LAVI ] —— [ DAVINA COHEN ] is a [ THIRTY-THREE ] year old [ INTERIOR DESIGNER/HOUSE RENOVATOR ]. They identify as a [ HOMOSEXUAL CISFEMALE ] and I’ve heard that they’re [ CREATIVE & HARDWORKING ] but can also be [ MARTYR-LIKE & WITHDRAWN ]. [ SHE ] has been living in London since [ JULY 2005 ]. — ( ooc: sunshine, 25, est, she/her, needles/animal abuse/animal death )

Davina was born in the US to a teacher and a mechanic. Her parents were very happily in love and had known each other their entire lives. Davina’s life was somewhat charmed, considering the state of marriages of her family’s peers. 

She came out as a lesbian during high school, much to her parents’ shock. While Israel nowadays is considered a more open-minded country, her parents had grown up in a conservative household where such things were not considered acceptable. They eventually came around and learned to embrace Davina’s sexuality. 

When she graduated high school, she was accepted to the University of Arts London on an international scholarship. After seeing the sights of the city, she soon fell in love and pursued a career visa in order to stay. She fell in love with architecture and ways to create something new out of something old. 

After graduating from Royal College of Art, she met a young woman by the name of Peyton Adderley. It was a whirlwind romance and it wasn’t long until the two decided to get married. They moved in together three months after dating and married not long after. As a gift to themselves, they decided to adopt a cat from the shelter. While kittens and young, spry cats were adorable, their eye soon fell to a scruffy, grumpy-looking fellow the staff had called Boots. Upon closer inspection, they decided he was a Kevin. 

Kevin became their spoiled child with an affinity for red flannel blankets that were soon claimed by him, his nose turned up at the plethora of cat toys. Anything not meant for him was, in fact, meant for him. 

Sometimes, love ends in bitterly, but for others, love simply...faded. So was the case for Davina and Peyton. While they tried desperately to make their marriage work, they had simply fallen out of love. They keep things amicable for the sake of Kevin, sharing custody of their beloved fur child. Davina loves the cat and struggles hard with forgiveness towards her ex-wife. Despite her best efforts, it hurts to think there are things that simply happen and fade.