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"Oh no, you must be mistaken. They can't be in college yet because that'd make me a middle aged man. You must have it wrong," he teased with an easy smile. it was always easy to smile with her.

"It does have some rewarding moments yes, but the pay is still crap," he kept the joke going even though he taught other pilots and not a bunch of angsty and hormonal teenagers thank the heavens.

He chuckled at her question and assumptions. "I'm pretty sure the seating arrangement was all Adam's idea. Not that I'm complaining," he quickly corrected himself, he didn't want her to think he had a problem with sharing the table with her. He also hadn't answered her first question, not directly anyway. A year ago he would've brought Gwen but they were no longer together-just friends these days. "I came alone actually. A friend offered being my plus one so I wouldn't feel lonely but I decided against it. What about you? Seeing anyone?" He had no problem asking the question directly. If the accident had taught him anything was to stop wasting time and chnaces.

"most of them yes," cristobal said meeting her eyes and wondering what had happened to her in the last few years. he heard her talk about the kids, always a safe topic. "are they in high school now?" he asked wondering, gosh wondering so many things. wedding made him hopeful and sad, all at once. there was a time where he thought he could happy the sort of happy ending his friend was having now, with liv. but her kids needed time, or she needed time and then, weeks became months, months became years and now here they were, two perfect strangers that had been an almost once upon a time.

"busy. i retired and then i started teaching. me, a teacher, can you believe it?" he chuckled shaking his head. "but i had a bad flight and well, it's safer for everyone that i'm the ground," that was the underestatement of the decade. "it's good to see you."

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@thxmxchiavellian hayde x dante x cris rodrigo

Dante was getting impatient. He thought of different ways to approach the Count when the time came. There was a certain level of betrayal in it as well. Perhaps the count was just using their fencing lessons to get close to his mother? Dante could not know for sure. But he was here because it was a question of honor, and men like the Count probably didn’t care about the women they took to bed. Married or not. Dante dug his nails into his palms. His dark curls fell over his eyes. “We have that in common then.” He commented. “I like to read about the Roman Empire. It’s a fascinating thing.” How they rose and they fell. The characters of Caesar, Brutus, and Augustus stuck out to him. Caesar was betrayed by the man he called son, the man he trusted. That’s how it went in Rome. You had to do terrible things to get what you wanted. “You should take the trail by a stone bridge.” Dante mentioned. “The trail leads to an old Roman temple. Nobody knows why it’s there, or what it was for. But it’s a beautiful view.” Dante cleared his throat. “Of course, not without a chaperone. That would be truly inappropriate.” Dante cast his gaze towards an old painting on the wall. The Count was a man he once respected, and his house was just as magnificent. It pained him to have to come here for these reasons. The sound of a door opening caught his attention. His heart lodged into his throat. “If that’s the Count, I’m afraid our conversation has run short.” Dante grabbed her hand, placing a kiss upon it one final time. “It was good meeting you, my lady.” 

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Haydee would not admit it to another soul, probably not even herself at this point but talking to this young man had been the easiest thing she had to do in months. Conversation was easy and even though he was aloof and preoccupied he seemed to be genuinely interested in polite conversation. Hmm.

"I hadn't heard of any ruins, I'll have to see for myself," Haydee smiled politely. "With a chaperone of course, yes, you're right." Oh if this bloke only knew the amount of improper things they did on weekly basis he'd be scandalized. Maybe one day he would, after all of it is over, after his fake father had paid, after she'd take off to the Americas where her one friend had a family now. She'd love to see those pyramids herself, such a good mystery.

She wouldn't admit how her breath caught when Dante pressed a soft kiss to her hand or how disapointed she was when it was in fact Cristobal (with Juan of course) the one coming in.

"Brother, you have a visitor," Haydee quicked to reach for the boys before either accidentally messed up. Cristobal smiled--a genuine smile--at the sight of his son but quickly dropped it noticing the young man's countenance.

"You have tea set and still warm. Lovely meeting you monsieur de morcef," she offered with a little smile, avoiding to look at Juan and his snickery grin at the sight of haydee somewhat flushed.

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"most of them yes," cristobal said meeting her eyes and wondering what had happened to her in the last few years. he heard her talk about the kids, always a safe topic. "are they in high school now?" he asked wondering, gosh wondering so many things. wedding made him hopeful and sad, all at once. there was a time where he thought he could happy the sort of happy ending his friend was having now, with liv. but her kids needed time, or she needed time and then, weeks became months, months became years and now here they were, two perfect strangers that had been an almost once upon a time.

"busy. i retired and then i started teaching. me, a teacher, can you believe it?" he chuckled shaking his head. "but i had a bad flight and well, it's safer for everyone that i'm the ground," that was the underestatement of the decade. "it's good to see you."

"all good things are worth waiting for?" as soon as the words left her, she wanted to kick herself for them. for trying to seem perfectly casual, she knew she needed to work on her poker face. "i've been good. busy, which is always nice. the kids... well it's strange seeing them as grown-ups now. apparently they don't listen when you tell them not to grow up." that at least was a joke she'd used countless time over the years. they'd been her world, which meant her kids were generally what she fell back on in conversations. "you? how have you been?"

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Miller's Girl (2024) dir. Jade Bartlett

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"They do, they do," Haydee agree, being measured and poised, trying to see past the plesantries. "Thankfully I'm surrounded by caring men that genuinely seek my opinion. It'll be very hard to pretend not to want that in a marriage," she went straight for the throat it seemed. She had been kept awake the night before with nightmares of that terrible night and she wasn't in the greatest of moods. Seeing this woman was also not helping with her mood.

"Oh I have many, many questions milady, thank you," she said with a smile that didn't reach her eyes. She needed the modiste gone, but that'd prove difficult considering she was here to see the modiste.

It wasn't her first time here. It was her third. The first was with her parents when she was a child, enamoured of the city and its people. The 2nd was short after Cristobal found her, dressed as a boy to call out less suspicions. She saw Fernand then and Cristobal had to keep her from getting herself killed. Her brother had saved her life many times over, that was just one.

"Yes, this is my first time here. A bit loud at times, no? Florence was more..." clean, beautiful, full of art, free. "of an adventure. But Cristobal wished me to be presented to society here so... here I am, clueless as to what to wear or what to say in good society." That was such a blatant lie.

"Since I have no female relatives my brother will present me I assume? Or would you do me that favor?" Haydee needed to make sure that no one saw her back, the lashes scars faint but still there. "Would you help me pick the perfect dress? I liked this one," she said showing her the book of drawings. "But I'm not sure if it's right."

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Claudia studied the girl from head to toe. She was pretty, with soft brown hair and rich, expressive eyes. Claudia couldn’t help but wonder how this young woman had come to be in Cristobal’s company—and, more intriguingly, his plot. Her lover's explanation had been vague, leaving her to piece the truth together on her own. The curiosity gnawed at her. "Men often get lost in their own affairs," she said thoughtfully. "They busy themselves with their devices and assume women have nothing of value to offer."

Claudia had a keen mind for philosophy and politics, but there was little room for a woman to express such ideas in this age. Still, they simmered beneath the surface. She took a seat, her skirts settling in elegant folds around her. "We’ll take things slowly. I’m here for any questions you might have."

Claudia had not been guided by a mother in these matters. She’d been taught by governesses, with the occasional insight from an aunt. She hoped she could be of help to this girl—even if the woman was entangled in a plot to bring down her husband.

"Is there anything you’d like to ask before we begin?" Claudia said, carefully searching for a way to ask the one question that mattered most. "The Count tells me it’s your first time here, so I think we should clear away any uncertainties now."

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adam's wedding had been beautiful and he had prepared himself to see liv; he should also have expected adam (the groom and his best friend) to meddle and get him seated next to her. it was both ridiculous and endearing the lengths of adam's meddling for his own good, regardless of how many times cristobal had explained that he understood liv' reasons to end things.

he had been cordial and charming and polite, though deeo down it stung a little seeing her here . to her question he continued tocdo the polite thing. "yes, it was beautiful, and long timw coming." he waited for a beat before speaking again. "how have you been? how are the kids?"

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plot: liv and your muse used date a few years ago, but she broke things off because she thought her kids weren't ready for her to move on. now they're both at a mutual friend's wedding.

as much as she knew they were going to be in attendance, she hadn't expected them to end up sitting at the same table. worse still, they happened to be sitting beside each other. they could waste an hour or two with small talk, then go on with the rest of the night without drawing any attention to themselves. "did you enjoy the ceremony?" she asked as casually as possible, while taking her seat beside them.

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Lena only half registered that most people had left already. She hadn't finished packing because she didn't truly want to go back home. Actually, she wasn't going back home. She was also probably not coming back here either. She hadn't told jesse either of these things because, well, she wasn't sure how he'd take it.

His voice startled her and her entire body shook, having been so caught kn her own mind. "Hey you scared me," she breathed out and tossed a hoodie to his face. "Left everything to the last minute, just to stay on brand. What are you still doing here?"

(Lena)

Open to: F/NB

Suggested Connections: Friend, Classmate, Stranger, someone in the same dorm.

The campus was a lot quieter now, just about everyone has left for the summer, and Jesse was planning on leaving as well, he just wanted to enjoy being a straggler a bit longer. Something to enjoy about emptiness of the campus. Jesse was walking towards his room when he noticed someone nearby. "Hey there. No plans for the summer or did you just procrastinate packing up?" he smiled.

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las besties. This is a thing now. Di and Lena bestiea. Sorry, don't make the rules @wrldofmyown

Jenna Ortega and Sabrina Carpenter

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One moment she was hugging him and the next she was chewing her head off as if he hadn't been the one to fucking take a door off a disgusting room to rescue her. No, all these nepo babies were the same crap. "Excuse me? Of course I did! He was just an asshole, just like you are being right now!" he snapped back at her shaking his head. He was going to keep on ranting but she turned around thinking she could get anywhere alone with just her phone. Okay granted, maybe nepo babies could but she was alone in the normal world now, she wouldn't make it three hours with that attitude.

"I told you to get off to use the bathroom. I assumed you knew how to unlock a damn door too," he spat back ranting right behind her because, hey, he had not developed the ability to walk away from a fight. Especially not one against a beautiful woman an entitled idiot.

"Where are you going? You think you can call them back? They're long gone now. You could maybe grab the next one tomorrow," he explained because, gosh he didn't even know why and then he remembered why his backpack felt so heavy. He had her things. "Here's your things. Next time you move in public transportation, please remember to grab all of your things," and he shoved it to her hands, walking past her towards the tickets booth.

Neha never would have imagined she'd be so relieved to hear Juan on the other side of the door but she remembered he'd mentioned working as a firefighter so if anyone would be able to get her out of there, it would be him. She listened to his instructions through the door, nodding as she answered, despite knowing he couldn't see. "Okay, I'm stepping away but please hurry. The bus is going to leave without us." She took a few steps back, crossing her arms across her stomach as she began to pace back and forth, forcing herself to take deep, long inhales before release them slow succession. All she could do was wait and wonder what he was doing on the other side. It was quiet for a moment but then she could hear two voices on the other side of the door. Neha could feel her heart quicken in anticipation of her freedom, taking a step closer when the door shimmied out of place and the light filtered into the dingy room like a beckoning light. Relief washed over her in waves when Juan came into her line of vision, a small smile mimicking his own. "Oh man, thank you. Thank you so much." She said as she moved to him in a few quick steps, throwing her arms around him in a grateful hug.

She pulled back as he spoke again and her moment of relief was wiped away as she remembered. She quickly moved from the bathroom to head back to the bus only to realize at the same moment he did the bus was gone. A sinking feeling dropped to the pit of her stomach as Neha realized she'd left her stuff on board and was now completely screwed. Sure she still had her wallet, but she only had a limited amount of funds and now all her clothes were gone. Worst of all was her jewelry, the one's that had belonged to her mother that she never went anywhere without. All gone and all that was left was an empty parking spot. Neha began to grow angry.

She whipped around on Juan, brows knit together. "Did you tell him what was going on? that I was trapped?" she said, her voice starting to sound frantic, taking on an icy edge once more. "All my stuff was on that bus! Oh my God, I should have never listened to you and gotten off in the first place!" She bristled in frustration as she pushed past him,tossing her arms up. "Now I'm screwed! Thanks a lot!" She huffed, finding it easier to take it out on him because otherwise she may have completely lost it and burst into tears in the middle of the damn lot. She began to make her way towards the station entrance to see if she could maybe get someone to call the bus and have them turn around since it was their fault she missed the re-boarding time anyway for trapping her afterall. | @molinxsdeviento

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plot: lena moved to the little town a couple of months back and is (secretly) looking for her birth parents. she was caught by your muse sleuthing a few months back and they're friendly / lena trusted your muse with the truth (lena's bio)

"my mom keeps asking me to come back home but i just---I can't give up just yet and... and I also feel like i'm stuck in this loop of getting hopeful and bumping into another dead end and i just, i don't know how much i can take this." lena confided in them. she had tried to keep her quest to herself but after some sleuthing and sneaking into places she shouldn't have they have been caught by them and well, now the poor friend had to put up with her birth parental drama.

"i'm sorry, this isn't your problem. this isn't really a problem." she breathed out. "maybe i should go back home, but i like it here."

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plot (vague): roman had a kid when he was a teen that was set to a closed adoption and she just showed up and y/m and he have a relationship and he never mentioned the entire thing. y/m could think lena is a side piece, or something (roman's bio)

open to: f

"It's not at all what you think," Roman started, not wanting to get into the details of it all. "Why don't you trust me? Plus I wouldn't sleep around with someone that young--not that I would sleep around. I'm not that guy anymore." In their partner's defense, he had been that guy until recently, until they had gotten together for good. And Roman knew he had to trust her with the truth of who Elena was and she was there but he was barely grasping at the idea of being someone's dad.

"Look, she moved here a couple of months ago, I'm just helping her. I'm not into her and she's not into me, I can assure you that."

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"I'm no one's girlfriend," Lena clarified. She wasn't actively trying to hit on him and she knew this looked bad, not to mention she did find him way more attractive than the friend of his she had stupidly hooked up with and now had caught feelings. "I'm here cos I need your help and I'm new in town. I don't really know that many people outside of work. So I'm not trying to get you in trouble and if your friend thinks that, well, that's his problem, not mine."

(lena's bio)

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                              ❝      no      way      ...      absolutely      not.      ❞      shakes      head,      purposeful      in      the      way      hues      direct      themselves      to      anywhere      else      about      the      vicinity.      (      too      small      of      an      area      for      him      to      be      stuck      in      here,      with      her      of      all      people.      )      ❝      you're      my      boy's      girlfriend,      like      ―      you're      trying      to      get      me      in      trouble      right      now.      ❞

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Daniel Brühl in Nebenan / Next Door (2021)

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You know, i kind ahave to give it some thought. When I was little I liked the prime ministers one and hated Snape's of course," she started thinking as she paid for their food and grabbed the takeout bag, walking the couple of blocks until their place leaning closer to her with the excuse of being cold. "But now I kinda like Liam Neeson's to be honeat. He finds love again after a terrible loss. It's sweet. And Laura Linney married with kids with Patrick Dempsey? Chef's kiss. Perfect. Loved it. The rest are a bit on the nose I don't know."

"I'm not sure I remember when I started having coffee," Isabella said with a quirked eyebrow, "but I do like the idea of becoming a pro if you're teaching me..." her voice did hold a playful, flirty tone to it. Especially after that kiss to her cheek, she knew it was probably nothing, just being friendly but Isa wanted more, she had tried to hint at it but she was also nervous.

"Yeah, I think so. That's the safest choice, really." Isa said with a smile and following the comment about the character, a laugh escaped her, "oh absolutely! Which one is your favorite storyline?" She asked as she held her coffee in one hand and in the other the small plastic bag with their tacos.