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Rouba.G “Earth” Spring 2019 Ready-to-Wear Collection

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Selene puts her phone away. She feels triumphant knowing her style and sense of fashion is rubbing off on her bodyguard. Or why else would Eve call and ask to borrow her clothes? She gladly acquiesced.

She taps her fingers on the table, impatient. This mysterious “"important business partner” will be late in two minutes and it’s making her anxious. Aranea was unnecessarily adamant about her accepting the dinner invitation but never bothered to tell whom it came from.

Selene sighs almost aloud and focuses on examining whether the dark polish on her nails looks impeccable.

“Oh. It’s you.”

The voice makes her skin crawl in a way that’s borderline creepy and enjoyable. She doesn’t say a word lest her confusion and anger would boil over.

Ravus has an unreadable look on his face as he takes a seat.

He should’ve guessed that cunning manager-woman would come up with something like this. She seemed like a real people-person and is probably laughing like a movie villain somewhere.

Ravus ignores the actress’ icy stare and nonchalantly motions the waiter over. He orders two apéritifs and opens the decorated menu without even glancing at Selene.

“Are you going to fire her?” Ravus asks, feigning disinterest.

Selene relaxes from her stiff pose and carefully folds her arms on the table. She is not often caught so drastically unaware.

“No. But she will hear from this. What did they tell you?” she replies. Every word is carefully selected as she is still figuring out what kind of approach to choose.

Ravus almost chuckles and the light half-smile causes unwanted tingles on Selene’s body. “That this would be beneficial for my career.”

Selene clicks her tongue. “Riiight.”

Whether that is true or not, she doesn’t even want to begin guessing. The thought of leaving before the waiter can inquire what would they like to order leaps to her mind, but she immediately crosses that out. She isn’t one to back out on a battle. Also the pettiness of getting revenge on Aranea by proving her wrong is too deliciously tempting.

Selene would never admit she can feel the ghost of the heat their acted kiss raised in her. The smell of gentle sylleblossoms is taunting.

As soon as the waiter brings their apéritifs, Selene pours it down her throat in a very un-ladylike manner. An almost cruel grin forms on her red lips.

“So. I know a few people. But I’m not sure you can afford their friendship. Or the introduction, for that matter,” she says casually.

Ravus hides his smile to himself. Maybe the evening won’t be a waste after all.

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things that make you go hmm

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Noctis’ gaze keeps bouncing between a digital reflection of the current time against his fridge’s door, and the front door. He looks calm and a tiny smile sneaks to decor his exhausted CEO look; his hair is messy in a cool way and his stubble has grown long enough to cast the tiniest of shadows across his jaw. On the inside the tide has turned and his guts swirl like a vortex.

When was the last time he felt this nervous about a few drinks with a pretty girl? Too long, if asked from Gladio. Noctis is too excited to sit down to play games, or anything that is even remotely close to calming one’s pacing heart.

The doorbell rings unexpectedly, yet it suddenly feels like the sweetest announcement in the world. His phone vibrates in his pocket, informing of incoming messages —probably from Ignis— but he ignores them happily.

He opens the door, holding back his breath. His brain is already jamming and when he gains the glimpse of Eve he—

“Hey,” Eve greets with a shy hint of rose on her cheeks. He is way too smitten to notice the slight embarrassment of wearing her boss’ dress creeping up her neck, but it slowly dissipates as she notices his baffled reaction.

And his brain is cooperating no longer. Eve’s outfit is blue— or more like turquoise. Like a lagoon. It glimmers in the lights of the hallway like the sun casting its rays over the surface of an endless ocean. Noctis has seen that dress somewhere before, but he banishes the remnants of that thought away in a blink of an eye.

“Woah, you look—” the words keep getting caught in his throat and he keeps opening  and closing his mouth like a fish on a dry land.

“A bit too glamorous?” Eve asks and turns around so Noctis can get a better look at the dress. He has to remind himself to keep looking at the dress, even though his eyes would very much like to wander to study every curve and dip on her body.

“I was going to say stunning,” he smiles confidently.

Eve blushes and her smile widens slightly.

Noctis has to shake off his bewilderment and to do that−he casually ruffles his hair. But just enough so he won’t look like a mess.

“Where shall we go then?” she asks as she eyes Noctis from head to toe.

“There’s this nice drink bar. Afterglow. It’s peaceful enough for us to have a chat over drinks.” Noctis says and offers his arm like a gentleman.

Ignis would be so proud right now.

“Sounds nice,” Eve responds and curls her hand over his arm. If only slightly reluctantly; she isn’t too used to going on a date on her boss’ brother.

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“The conversation between your fingers and someone else’s skin. This is the most important discussion you can ever have.”

— Iain Thomas

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Zuhair Murad Fall 2019 Ready-to-Wear Collection

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One more take. Then Eve can run home, change into something more comfortable and oh my god she has nothing stylish or subtly expensive enough to wear for drinks with the CEO of Caelum Industries.

She wrecks her brain, trying to remember what Noctis was wearing when they first met, but his sapphire blue eyes were too entrancing for Eve to notice anything else.

Eve stares down at the empty plate on her lap. Selene is still trapped in the re-shoot limbo; smacking lips with the ethereal being they claim to be a man. An actress’ life really is something else. Getting to kiss men like Ravus, even if it’s only acting. Not that Selene looks exactly happy about it.

When the director finally releases the crew, the day has already started to melt into the evening. Somehow, Eve managed to forget her nervousness for a while, but when the driver drops off Selene and heads to the apartment building where Eve and her new, hot neighbor live, the butterflies in her stomach start to fly again.

She walks briskly inside, hoping she won’t yet run into Noctis since that might make things awkward. She doesn’t need any more of awkward.

With uncharacteristically trembling hands, Eve dials the scribbled number on Noctis’ card and places the phone on her ear.

“Hello?”

“Uh, hi, it’s Eve. I just got home.” Her heart is running a mile a minute. The walk-in closet is open in front of her and maybe she should’ve gone shopping like she had planned. Her wardrobe is super small compared to the amount of clothes Selene has left at the apartment.

“Oh, good. I was starting to think I’d have to call Sel to release you,” Noctis chuckles. His voice is slightly trembling, too, and that makes Eve feel a bit braver.

“Well, next time I need to get off work earlier, I’ll text you to give her a call.”

“I didn’t say it’d work, but yeah, you do that.”

Eve giggles as she rummages through the hangars. No, no no… Nothing to wear.

“Okay, I need a moment to get ready. You’re home, right? I’ll come knocking at your door in a bit.”

“Yeah, sure. I’ll be waiting,” Noctis says.

“See you then, bye.” Eve throws the phone on the bed after hearing Noctis’ excited goodbyes.

There is one thing in Selene’s closet that caught her eye, but she can’t exactly borrow her boss’ clothes without permission. That would be a stupid thing to get fired over. Eve briefly ponders what to do and snatches the phone again, this time choosing Selene’s contact information.

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She lives the poetry she cannot write.

Oscar Wilde (via quotemadness)

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Preparing for the final scene has begun already when Eve returns. Selene is browsing a catalogue with obvious disgust and fury, the pages nearly tearing apart as she turns them. She keeps glaring daggers at her co-star, who is having a discussion with the director.

“I’m back,” Eve informs her mistress with a delighted exhale. Selene responds with a curt nod, but doesn’t look into her direction. Nor does she bother to question the sudden excitement in Eve’s undertone.

“Hopefully my brother wasn’t too much pain in the ass like he usually is,” Selene grunts. “I don’t know why he has to come here every goddamn day just to show off.”

“It was no big deal,” Eve says, her cheeks gaining a shade of rose and she’s lucky that Selene is more interested in murdering her enemy with the power of her intense stare. “I think he is doing a good job.”

Selene freezes, and Ravus notices her eyes drilling into his perfect marble skin. She quickly decides that the catalogue is quite interesting. Her heart starts racing anxiously and she feels like a piece got stuck in her throat.

“Good job?” she mutters and turns her back towards the icy pair of eyes. “You should probably take something from the catering table while it actually has something edible. We’ll start shooting again in five.”

“Alright. I’ll be in the back.”

She hopes for the time to stop, but five minutes are gone almost in an instant, and Selene has to find her role in the act again. Ravus stands in front of her, closer than before, looking stoic and emotionless as always. He glows of determination, but the rest remains a mystery.

For a moment she can feel how the air around them slows down as the camera begins rolling. There is just the two of them in that room.

It’s just her and the man she has always loved. How happy they are to be reunited once again.

Ravus wraps his arm around her waist and pulls her even closer, like it is an act from an old, cliche movie with no audio. He is so close that she can feel his warmth; not ice as she had thought. His lips draw closer and her mind is trying to focus on the character, but the fire that drives her is weakened and electrified.

Her gaze falls on his lips, perfect and beautiful, and hypnotizing. She feels drawn to him, or maybe it’s just the character she is? Selene is lost as their lips gently graze against each other, before they mold into one, sweet creation of desire. Butterflies flutter in her chest and her body prickles.

His lips taste of tea, and his clothes smell of sylleblossoms that grow almost on the other side of Eos.

“Aaanndd…. cut!”

The magic word is spoken from the distance. It’s like a brutal poke from far, far away, or like a cold shower raining from above. It causes Selene to jump back from Ravus’ hold. Her heart is still ramming against her ribcage.

His eyes are just as empty as always, but Selene notices that funny look he had before during the previous shoot. It passes through his stone cold expression like a shooting star. It may be brief, but it’s enough for the fires to roar again across her body.

The director is discussing with the assistant, but Selene isn’t able to understand their conversation. Her brain is jammed and all she can do is stare at her co-star. Only the words she dreads more than anything in her current state cause her to wake up from the bewitchment.

“Let’s re-shoot!”

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jewishkarkat‌:

are u the “i gotta to save everyone” protagonist or the “i did not sign up for this crap” protagonist