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(writing practice why not <3 One = Olive Eight = Esme) Olive stared at Esme, her eye half-opened yet furrowed. She couldn't understand how this ray of sunshine would just be okay with her, the all and powerful 'Olivia'- titled by the company as 'the one with a temper', 'the snarky one.'

"What aren't you getting about this, Esme?"

"I believe I'm understanding everything." One pair of hands clasped over his heart, an attempt to show some affection. The other pair was fiddling with his clothes- the lapel of his jacket, for example.

"I can hurt you- I probably WILL hurt you! My words made wounds so deep some people can't even look at my brother without thinking about I hurt them! People should warn you about people like me, Esme!"

"Do you mean to?"

Olive seemed to freeze. Her hands almost dropping the music sheet from Orion onto the floor. She didn't... she didn't think about that. She was so used to the company calling her the 'trouble preformer' that she didn't even know if she wanted to hurt people.

"...I don't... I don't want to, but-"

Esme took her hands into his- one pair of hands placed on hers, while the other was on her shoulders. Olive's shoulders relaxed in his grip, drooping down to match his.

"Then I forgive you."

“… I can hurt you. I will hurt you, easily.”

“Would you want to?”

“…. No.”

“Then I forgive you.”

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tell me on anon what you'd never tell me off anon

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New! Draw your OCs as a T H R E A T E N I N G C R E E C H U R R with this fun new template! Reblogging soon with mine

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apples and apple slices are actually so cutes