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[feraecor]

What Kind of Love Are You?

Love as a Performance

Your love is a masquerade, a dance, a work of art. You love with a veil across your face, unable to allow anyone to see the real you. Can that be considered love, you wonder? As a performer, you have all your lines prepared, and you know exactly what to say and when to say it. You’re charismatic and bold, seductive and hypnotic. Your love is a snake’s melody, the siren song of the sea. Your love is enchanting. Your love is melodic. Your love is afraid and fearful and longing. You ache to tear the veil off, you ache to cast poetry aside for the sake of something real and gritty. You’re terrified of the very thought. Being loved by you is to be loved by an artist; it is to be a muse. It reflects others beautifully, but never, ever yourself. Not really. Not truly.

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[damnedcrybaby]

New Years Eve cheek kiss for Daniel. She claims it’s for good luck but we all know she’s lying ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Honest to Goodness– Daniel thought she had something to SAY. 

He’d felt her eyes on him, IT DEFINITELY WASN’T THE FACT HE’D BEEN KEEPING ONE ON HER ALL EVENING, ABSOLUTELY NOT! and was really only trying to be polite when he leaned on down to offer an ear. Caroline had been shouting, spinning noisemakers with Matilda while rolling through the countdown, it only made sense to get a little closer in order to hear Jenny properly…

and Lord Knows he wanted to hear everything she had to say.

So while the dynamic duo watched the clock and slipped on through the end of the year, Daniel would absolutely blame the whiskey for his hand as it so politely found a place to rest against Jenny’s back- and we can keep that blame steady to explain his silly smile as he whiffed just a brief air of her perfume while turning his head near hers so she could whisper or hollar or do whatever she so pleased with their sudden proximity…

He hadn’t been expecting that, though. Jenny didn’t say a word, oh no, instead– she’d pecked a kiss right on the plump of his cheek.

He’s gonna melt right through this floor… wait, what floor?

THANK GOD FOR THE NEARBY TABLE, as it caught the glass he mindlessly dropped out of his free hand, only causing a little bit of a mess as the whiskey swirled about. THANK GOD FOR THE DOORWAY THEY WERE STOOD NEAR- Daniel had to slink a shoulder against the wood to keep from his whole damn spine failing him and slipping into a puddle at her feet. 

If she were a girl at a bar, he’d have stolen a kiss for himself right off the lips she’d used to plant one on his face. But of course, she wasn’t, and could never just be a girl at a silly bar, and he probably tasted like Whiskey and REGRET as he pulled his own lips in between teeth. Daniel still couldn’t stand up straight, or find air to really breathe, and when he tried to search her face for an explanation –preferably, for whatever the Hell he did to deserve that little kiss, because he would be HAPPY to do JUST THAT until the day he died– he probably looked like he’d seen a ghost. A happy ghost, or something, since he couldn’t wipe that stupid smirk off his face.

She’d told him it was For Good Luck… Funny, since the best luck he’d ever had was meeting her…Depressing, as he vaguely considered how any Mister Honey has to be the luckiest fool he’s ever been able to loathe for merely existing…

WHAT TIME WAS IT, no daniel don’t kiss her back that’s not proper, she’d only put one on your cheek and that is not what you’re thinking, WHAT YEAR WAS IT, she has a daughter daniel and those don’t just come from the sky get a hold of yourself, IT FELT LIKE EVERYTHING AROUND HIM HAD STOPPED COMPLETELY, don’t you dare, daniel, let the poor woman go and celebrate with her child, take that hand off of her back, you might dim her shine, AND THE WORLD HAD GONE SILENT.

… Which, well… maybe that wasn’t all in his head… considering how Caroline had ceased her celebrations and turned Matilda about on the chair she’d stood her on: so they could both play voyeur to the little incident that’d played out… 

“Geeze Louise,” Caroline whispered smartly to her tiny confidante, after giggling at her TOUGH GUY BROTHER go doe-eyed and nearly fall over his own boots; “imagine if she’d actually smooched him…”

[mcdormands]

exiting a fanfic saying "well that was terrible" out loud