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The story that Emma began to unfold quickly had Boris' undivided attention. The teen leaned in a little closer, blackened gaze shifting between her eyes and lips while she shared parts of her life experiences with him. He had plenty of stories to share about his unusual life, almost as if he'd already lived a full one with how countless they were, so he enjoyed being able to hear the details of others lives too.

❝ Die young, eh? Tch, so many people say the same thing. End up in jail, dead before thirty. Those types of comments. Because unconventional life is a failed life, so-called. ❞ Boris rolled his eyes and, only a moment later, his previously darkening expression softened into a smile.

A gentle kiss was pressed against Emma's forehead while slender fingers took one of her hands in his own, holding it closely in the way that people would hug something dear to their chest after thinking they'd lost it. ❝ Maybe you were unhappy to not be your own rescuer, but me? God. So glad you are alive! This place would be much more boring without you here, моя зірка. ❞ He hadn't expected it from her at all, but Emma had been ( at least in his eyes ) the highlight of this quiet little town ; a town that seemed lively compared to some of the places he'd been.

Why is it that when she talks about traumatic events she speaks with such distance from it? As if she is talking about a story she heard, rather than something that she experienced and that effected her and that the image of what she experienced--the bone chilling cold--would flash in her mind when bodies of water showed up anywhere in her vision.

❝ Something like that. ❞ That was all she could say. It encompassed so much and so little as to what was happening and had happened. How does she explain that she did something that she knew was stupid but it was for the experience and to show that she could? To be young and impulsive... and normal. To be with a boy who liked her and wanted to take her places and show that he saw her romantically. Plus, he was also more of a bad boy type... kinda like Boris. She can't even pretend that she has a type because Norman... isn't a bad boy. He's like a limp noodle and a poodle had a baby, that's docile Norman Bates. Always the protector, never the romantic. At least, not when it came to her. ❝ Besides, this town is so overflowing with drugs and things that my death would be on page six if anything. An obit with a small in memoriam where people who had one class with me would say that I was quiet and was going to die young. Probably mention something stupid that he would bang me if I didn't wear tubes. ❞

Emma Decody, ever the pessimist in the most nonchalant sense. She had never really given what type of news coverage or words would be shed over her. She usually simply focused on her words and how she would bring life to her situations, a novelist at heart. ❝ I was pulled out of the water by others. The moment of empowerment ended with me having to be saved by others. Typical outcomes for impulsive moments. ❞

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set the scene setting prompts (but a little more specific) from yours truly.

001, a convenience store past midnight.

002, a hospital waiting room at 3 in the morning.

003, a photoshoot outdoors in the middle of winter.

004, an indoor filming set of a detective's office.

005, a new house/apartment filled with unopened cardboard boxes.

006, a swing set in an empty playground at night.

007, on stage in an empty theatre.

008, inside an old abandoned house.

009, an empty cemetery at night.

010, the arrival hall at an airport.

011, the last train compartment that's not full.

012, the roulette table in a casino.

013, on the deck of a cruise ship.

014, a kitchen during a black out, surrounded by candles.

015, a treehouse in the middle of the woods.

016, on the dance floor during a wedding.

017, behind the chapel before the wedding ceremony starts.

018, backstage during the middle of a concert.

019, a crowded club during a bachelorette party.

020, standing in front of a painting at a museum.

021, a small, intimate family barbecue.

022, a gazebo while it's raining.

023, the back of an empty bus.

024, a hotel room with only one bed.

025, an empty balcony while a party goes on inside.

026, a bar just after closing.

027, an empty sports stadium.

028, lakeside while the sun is setting.

030, an empty stretch of road beside a broken down car.

031, in front of a suspicious pool of blood in an empty parking lot.

032, in the crowd of spectators during an underground fight.

033, a plane during a bout of turbulence.

034, on kiss cam at a sports game.

035, at a table during a charity gala.

036, a masquerade ball.

037, a halloween party in a suburban house.

038, the beach in the late afternoon.

039, a dressing room after a big performance.

040, exploring the depths of a mysterious cave.

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With the company Boris had been fortunate enough to stumble across during his time away from home, he was stubborn to want to leave and return back to his house--even with the knowledge that his drunken father would soon be gone for a few weeks. His evening had been spent with one of the drifters and now he found himself at the lake with Sean, pleasantly buzzed from the prior alcohol consumption.

Leaned back with his palms against the grass, gaze skyward to admire the soft glow of the moon and the stars that twinkled against the obsidian sky, Boris' only tore his gaze away to look at Sean after he'd asked about the constellations. ❝ Can be hard to find with so many stars, eh? ❞ He grinned, his shoulder nudging his friend companionably. ❝ Look, look. I can try to point one out to you. ❞

It took a second for his vision to come into focus, dark eyes observing the sky for a moment to find the North Star. ❝ See there, yah? ❞ Boris scotted a little closer, enabling Sean's line of vision to follow where he was pointing to more easily. ❝ Use the North Star as your starting point. So big and bright, easy to see, always in same place. Also, is the last star in the Little Dipper. See? Follow it down to the Big Dipper and then . . . ❞ To the best of his abilities, he slowly traced the pattern from star to star to trace the bear-like outline of Ursa Major.

it was a rare thing, being alone with someone who wasn't daniel. don't get him wrong, he loved his little brother, but there was only so much of him he could take. so to be out by the lake, staring up at night sky, it felt like a blessing. and the company he chose to keep? well that was just the icing on the cake. he enjoyed his time with boris. he was the one person in camp he didn't find himself feeling awkward around. it felt good to be himself, not to worry that he'd say or do something to screw things up. the last time he clicked so easily with someone was with lyla. the best friend he had no choice but to leave behind.

he sat there with his legs slightly spread out in front of him, his worn down shoes firm on the grass. there was an urge to lay himself down but he was too focused on the stars to change positions.

"have you ever found the constellations? or, you know, one of them at least." the question was asked as he finally tore his gaze away from the balls of gas and turned his head towards his new found friend. "it's just...i never have." he shrugged, leaning backwards and resting his palms flat on the ground.

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LOCATION BASED EMOJI PROMPTS; for muns who like to establish a setting!

✨ — stargazing.

👻 — a haunted house.

🐚 — the beach.

🌷 — flower picking.

🌲 — an eerie forest.

🥂 — a fancy restaurant.

🍻 — the local bar.

🎠 — a fairground.

🚢— a cruise ship.

🌧 — outside in a rainstorm.

⚡— stuck inside watching lightning strike.

🎉 — a party.

⛸ — an ice skating rink.

🎰 — a casino.

🎭 — the theatre.

🛍 — shopping in a busy mall.

🩰 — a ballet show.

🎤 — a concert.

☎️ — a phone call.

📸 — a photo shoot.

📒 — at school.

💻 — at work.

💊— a hospital.

🛏 — in bed.

🛁 — in the bath.

🏁 — at a race.

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𝐄 𝐌 𝐏 𝐓 𝐈 𝐍 𝐄 𝐒 𝐒 HAS 𝐃 𝐀 𝐑 𝐊 𝐄 𝐍 𝐄 𝐃 MY EYES.

a fandomless original character.

❝ so i pulled out his 𝐇 𝐄 𝐀 𝐑 𝐓 from his chest. ❞

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Crazy as it seemed to sign up for that kind of discomfort with no reward, Boris figured there had to be some sort of pull to get people to want to go through with the challenge. As it turned out—beyond wanting to brave it—the questions asked were more interesting than what was typically asked in interviews. It was still so strange to him, talking about these things like it was completely normal. And yet to Sawyer it was, because she was accustomed to the lifestyle of being famous. It was one of the things that unsettled him the most, the idea of people poking around and prying for information when he had tried so hard to slip under the radar, and it was why he was adamant about keeping his relationship with Sawyer in the dark.

Hand resting on the back of Sawyer's head, he began to grin at her dramatic statement of feeling like she wanted to die at some point during the interview. ❝ Am going to have to watch this now, you know, first episode ever. Watching you struggle to speak and answer questions because of spice? Pfff. Hilarious. ❞ When he had some down time next, he'd be searching it up on Youtube while spamming Sawyer with his thoughts pertaining to it. At her next question, a cute pout on her face, Boris' smile took on a sly quality.

❝ Hah, and if I did? Would you be wounded? ❞ His fingers gripped Sawyer's chin, thumb tracing along the defined shape of her bottom of her lip. Her lips were one of the first things he'd noticed about her, how they paired with her dainty features and brought everything together to give her that doll sort of quality ; hence the nickname he'd given her. He kept her in place, bringing his face closer to her own before their lips met in a string of kisses, rougher and lasting a little longer than the last few. Before he would give her the chance to respond to him if she so wished, he caught her bottom lip between his teeth to playfully tug at it and then, at last, allowed the contact to be broken.

                               ——  ✞ ; 𝗧𝗛𝗘  𝗛𝗨𝗠𝗦  𝗛𝗘  𝗢𝗙𝗙𝗘𝗥𝗦  𝗔𝗧  𝗧𝗛𝗘  𝗦𝗘𝗡𝗦𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡  𝗢𝗙  𝗛𝗘𝗥  𝗟𝗜𝗣𝗦  𝗠𝗔𝗞𝗘𝗦  𝗛𝗘𝗥  𝗛𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗧  𝗙𝗟𝗨𝗧𝗧𝗘𝗥.  how  boris  shows  appreciation  for  sawyer's  somewhat  𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗹𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗴  𝗱𝗶𝘀𝗽𝗹𝗮𝘆𝘀  𝗼𝗳  𝗮𝗳𝗳𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻  is  a  relief,  encouraging  her  to  give  him  more.  it's  the  first  time  she's  felt  her  𝗱𝗲𝗴𝗿𝗲𝗲  𝗼𝗳  𝗰𝗹𝗼𝘀𝗲𝗻𝗲𝘀𝘀  𝗿𝗲𝗰𝗶𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗰𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗱,  the  sense  of  desperation  to  be  closer  than  what  seems  possible  matched  in  full  in  the  way  he  slides  his  hands  into  her  jean  pockets.  there's  a  desire  to  leave  a  mark,  to  𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘃𝗲  𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗰𝗲𝘀  𝗼𝗳  𝗵𝗲𝗿  𝗽𝗿𝗲𝘀𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗲  𝗯𝗲𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗱  on  his  flesh,  but  there  are  already  two  or  three  that  litter  his  throat  from  the  night  before  that  keep  her  satiated.

                               their  eyes  meet  at  her  statement,  an  𝗮𝗺𝘂𝘀𝗲𝗱  𝗴𝗿𝗶𝗻  pulling  at  her  lips  as  sawyer  offers  a  small  nod  of  confirmation  at  his  sound  of  surprise.  she  can  see  how  his  gaze  falls  to  her  lips  and  back  to  her  eyes,  her  own  temptation  to  𝗴𝗶𝘃𝗲  𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗼  𝗶𝗺𝗽𝘂𝗹𝘀𝗲  just  as  strong  as  his  own  but  she  refrains  in  favour  of  conversation,  ❛  it's  basically  just  an  interview  with  a  challenge  attached  to  it.  ❜  she  explains,  only  then  𝗴𝗶𝘃𝗶𝗻𝗴  𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗼  𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗽𝘂𝗹𝘀𝗶𝗼𝗻  and  stealing  yet  another  small  kiss  from  his  lips,  tender  and  quick  before  she  rests  her  chin  in  the  center  of  his  chest.  she  shrugs  in  response  to  his  question  around  why  people  do  it,  ❛  it  makes  the  interview  fun.  also,  the  person  who  does  the  interviewing  asks  like  . . .  actually  interesting  questions  to  answer, so.  ❜  sawyer  offers  a  small  shrug,  ❛  i  had  a  good  time,  even  when  i  felt  like  i  wanted  to  die.  ❜  the  last  word  has  her  eyes  widening  some,  voice  a  little  more  aggressive  in  tone  as  if  to  emphasize  it  before  a  soft  laugh  leaves  her. 

                               ❛  you  think  less  of  me,  now?  ❜  there's  obvious  playfulness in  her  tone  as  she  𝗷𝘂𝘁𝘀  𝗼𝘂𝘁  𝗵𝗲𝗿  𝗹𝗼𝘄𝗲𝗿  𝗹𝗶𝗽,  eyes  mimicking  that  of  a  puppy  as  she  runs  her  hands  back  down  to  his  hips.

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With each passing word Emma spoke, Boris grew increasingly suspicious of her description being something from personal experience. His eyes narrowed, gaze only leaving her to glance at the dark, cold water. He knew what it was like to be in freezing temperatures, the fatigue and the violent shivering that made muscles ache, but he counted himself lucky that he'd never fallen through ice or into water so cold that it would send a person into shock.

❝ That happened to you? ❞ The topic of surfing was brushed aside in favour of the detailed and nonchalant explanation Emma had given, detailing the exact phases the body and mind would go through in an event such as that. ❝ Same place? ❞ Boris nodded towards the water, face twisting into a grimace at the idea of Emma struggling to swim beneath the icy depths. He didn't even require confirmation to decide that this was a story, not a lesson.

❝ Christ. Lucky it did not end worse for you. Here? Would be headline in newspaper for weeks. ❞ Small towns were always like that. When something big happened, everyone knew about it and it wouldn't just pass by like it did in some cities. ❝ If it is like how you say it is, how did you get out? ❞

❝ Yeah -- think Bridge to Terabithia but with less of a devastating outcome. ❞ thankfully, she mentally added at the end of that sentence as a small shiver went down her spine at the memory of her body hitting the cold water, her chest squeezing tight and her limbs flailing to try to get to the surface, to suck in a breath of air... all to prove a point that she ended up having the opposite effect for. It truly was not her finest moments, and the fight that ensued over her between gunner and norman was even less than ideal. ❝ Honestly, the moment you hit the water and your muscles seize up, your mind goes blank before everything kicks into overdrive and you thrash around, trying to find which way is up and where the surface is. You almost forget what it feels like to be warm, what the land underneath your feet and the ability to breathe freely is--well, as freely as you can. The shock doesn't come until your body realizes that you're in this void with no real escape, only fight and flight but the flight is so weighed down by the water and the exhaustion that it just... doesn't know what to do. Simultaneously fighting, flighting, and freezing. ❞

It was all spoken so nonchalantly, her eyes moving past him to look at the body of water once more, as if lost in thought. As if she hadn't just admitted that she knew from firsthand experience, that she had gone through such a horrific incident and it had all been because of her own hubris. Yet, despite all of it, she didn't fear the water. It still calmed her in spite of all the trauma that had gone to her psyche during that day and the aftermath it had caused.

She turned back to him, as if she hadn't just said something truly harrowing, eyebrows pulled up slightly as she looked his features up and down, ❝ Surfing? I've always wanted to try it but have never been close enough to a body of water when the tide was right. Plus, I don't have the coordination to ride a skateboard so I feel like surfing might be a bit less advantageous to get the hang of. I liked watching Lilo & Stitch surf, though. ❞

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Timothée Chalamet in conversation with British Vogue

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@vulpesse sent : this guy looks extremely punchable :3

Irritated : that was the word that could best describe what Boris was feeling while listening to the nearby man drone on and on about things he was clearly ignorant or misinformed about. His nasally voice and know-it-all behaviour was downright grating, setting Boris' teeth on edge. Even though he wasn't directly involved in the conversation, merely being someone who was listening in because of how his obnoxious voice carried (as if he wanted people to hear him preach and agree with his idiocy) he found himself rolling his eyes on more than one occasion. Having such strong opinions while being unknowledgeable, or simply choosing to follow what the majority was saying, was one of those things that just rubbed him the wrong way.

❝ His opinions are dog shit, the twat, ❞ Boris scoffed, though found the corners of his lips threatening to pull up into an amused grin when Ahri spoke her own negative opinion of the man who wore an all too smug expression and, from what he could tell, donned lensless glasses to make himself appear smarter. ❝ Hah! Yes, brilliant! That will make him shut up. Wait, wait. Do you mean to punch him or . . . was just an observation? ❞

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It was easy to get caught up in these moments with Sawyer, especially when they were making up for a fight that ended explosively with a nasty exchange of words. They would end up cooling off and making up, and Boris would feel like they were at their highest and better than ever. Like a plant gone without water for too long, he was soaking up every bit of attention the brunette paid to him, humming contently as soft kisses were trailed along his neck and jawline. She was impossibly close to him now, her tiny frame pulled tightly against him by hands that slipped into the back pockets of her jeans.

The idea of them either sharing a brain cell or (the actual reason) being high was a topic that Boris didn't linger on for very long, for Sawyer's next statement and question had stolen his interest. The very thing he'd insulted was, apparently, something that she'd been a part of at one point in time. He wasn't someone who had a life online (zero social media) and wasn't heavily invested in the internet, but he'd heard of the Youtube channel that featured celebrities basically suffering from eating spicy things. Something like that, anyway.

❝ Eh? ❞ Boris' eyebrows knit together, a display of his confusion while his gaze shifted between Sawyer's hazel eyes and full, plush lips. ❝ I have heard of it, but never seen. What do celebrities even get out of it? Tell me. Because money would make no sense when they are already so big and famous. ❞

                               ——  ✞ ; 𝗛𝗜𝗦  𝗧𝗢𝗨𝗖𝗛  𝗜𝗦  𝗖𝗢𝗠𝗙𝗢𝗥𝗧𝗜𝗡𝗚, 𝗧𝗛𝗘  𝗦𝗠𝗔𝗟𝗟  𝗖𝗜𝗥𝗖𝗟𝗘𝗦  𝗦𝗧𝗜𝗠𝗨𝗟𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗡𝗚  𝗛𝗘𝗥  𝗕𝗥𝗔𝗜𝗡  𝗜𝗡  𝗔  𝗪𝗔𝗬  𝗧𝗛𝗔𝗧  𝗣𝗔𝗜𝗥𝗦  𝗡𝗜𝗖𝗘𝗟𝗬  𝗪𝗜𝗧𝗛  𝗧𝗛𝗘  𝗪𝗘𝗘𝗗.  it  seems  boris  is  on  the  same  page  as  she  is,  feeling  his  lips  press  to  hers  in  the  same  manner  of  ponderance.  without  hesitation,  sawyer  returns  each  kiss  he  gives  her,  offering  𝗵𝗮𝗽𝗽𝘆  𝗵𝘂𝗺𝘀  that  follow  after  each  one.  a  soft,  warm  laugh  leaves  her  at  the  realization  that  they've  found  the  same  wavelength,  watching  has  he  tilts  his  head.  it  exposes  his  neck  to  her,  the  greedy  woman  she  is  leaning  forward  to  start  𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘃𝗶𝗻𝗴  𝘀𝗼𝗳𝘁,  𝘀𝗹𝗼𝘄  𝗸𝗶𝘀𝘀𝗲𝘀  to  his  pulse  point  up  to  his  jawline.  he  calls  her  that  sweet  petname  in  his  native  tongue,  teeth  then  nipping  against  his  flesh  before  she  𝗻𝘂𝘇𝘇𝗹𝗲𝘀  𝗵𝗲𝗿  𝗳𝗮𝗰𝗲  into  the  crook  of  his  neck.

                               fingers  toy  with  the  hem  of  his  shirt,  mimicking  his  own  as  they  start  to  𝗰𝗿𝗲𝗲𝗽  𝗯𝗲𝗻𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗵  𝗳𝗮𝗯𝗿𝗶𝗰  in  search  of  warmth,  finding  it  with  little  resistance  as  they  run  over  his  sides  and  up  his  back.  once  again,  she  presses  herself  against  him,  now  as  close  as  she  possibly  can  be  to  him;  close  enough  to  𝗳𝗲𝗲𝗹  𝘁𝗵𝗲  𝘃𝗶𝗯𝗿𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀  𝗼𝗳  𝗵𝗶𝘀  𝗰𝗵𝗲𝘀𝘁  𝗿𝗮𝗱𝗶𝗮𝘁𝗲  𝗮𝗴𝗮𝗶𝗻𝘀𝘁  𝗵𝗲𝗿  while  he  speaks.  sitting  like  this  is  something  she  can  do  for  hours,  soaking  in  his  presence  and  simply  melting  into  his  very  being  as  they  talk  or  watch  mindless  television,  ❛  maybe  we  share  a  braincell.  ❜  she  murmurs  against  his  neck,  𝗹𝗮𝘂𝗴𝗵𝘁𝗲𝗿  𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗹𝗹  𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘃𝗶𝗻𝗴  𝗿𝗲𝗺𝗻𝗮𝗻𝘁𝘀  as  she  speaks, ❛  or  maybe  we're  both  just  really  high.  ❜  

                               it  takes  her  a  second  to  make  a  decision,  but  before  she  can  voice  it  he's  asking  her  a  question,  pulling  away  just  enough  for  their  eyes  to  meet,  ❛  i've  done  one  of  'em.  ❜  she  admits  it  𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘂𝘁  𝘀𝗵𝗮𝗺𝗲,  she  knows  that  boris  means  what  he  says  but  sawyer  takes  no  offense. 

                               ❛  ever  heard  of  'hot  ones'?  ❜

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🐝  *  ―  𝑷𝑶𝑺𝑰𝑻𝑰𝑽𝑰𝑻𝒀 𝑻𝑹𝑨𝑰𝑵.  reblog this post and give the person you reblogged it from a small compliment in the tags.  just something sweet and simple that’ll hopefully bring a smile to their face.

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🐝  *  ―  𝑷𝑶𝑺𝑰𝑻𝑰𝑽𝑰𝑻𝒀 𝑻𝑹𝑨𝑰𝑵.  reblog this post and give the person you reblogged it from a small compliment in the tags.  just something sweet and simple that’ll hopefully bring a smile to their face.