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Realistic or Modern Whispering Pines ᨒ↟ 𖠰 ~ Cozy Winter SOL ~ MAIN

mood :
mildly annoyed

location :
lodge, her room
outfit :
mentions :
n/a

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;; Zara
It wasn't often that Zara woke up next to someone. So, waking up next to Jordan Adams was a bit of a surprise. When she had gone to sleep, she knew he was still there, so it wasn't too shocking. But, she didn't really expect him to still be in her room when she awoke. Especially not on Christmas morning. Did he not have anywhere better to be? He didn't even seem like the type that would want to spend the whole night.

She frowned she looked over at him sleeping. It wasn't like he was interrupting plans or anything, she had nothing set up for Christmas, she was just worried that him hanging around longer meant he wanted something else, something more than the occasional casual hook up. It wasn't like he was the worst person she'd slept with. In fact, he was quite good. And they clicked pretty well. She found herself thoroughly amused when he was around, and Zara wasn't someone who was easily entertained.

It was just, the flirty playboyness of it all. She knew that he was a flirt who slept around, and she didn't like wasting her time. It didn't matter that she did like him enough to feel like she actually wanted to spend time with him. She just wasn't someone who wasted her time like that. Zara knew that Jordy wasn't serious about her, and she was determined to stick to this mutually beneficial arrangement where no one would get hurt.

She got up quietly and headed to her bathroom, fixing her hair and brushing her teeth. Part of her hoped Jordy would sneak out while she was in there, so she wouldn't have to face him. Zara looked in the mirror for a moment, adjusting the straps of her black silk nightgown. Once she was done, she exited the bathroom, just catching Jordy shifting in bed to sit up. "Good morning. When are you planning on getting out of here?" Her tone was a bit icy and impatient, her annoyance towards him spending the night clear.
coded by reveriee.
 
mood :
nervous, happy

location :
coffee shop
outfit :
mentions :
n/a

interactions :
t'kaya travelbypages travelbypages
dunn
;; Brandon
"Brandon," he introduced himself, hesitating slightly as he considered her proposal. He couldn't bring himself to say no. Not when this infectiously positive woman sent him a wink and began pulling him towards the front door of the lodge. Brandon stoped resisting and followed T'kaya out the door of the lodge.

He'd driven to work, so they could've taken his car to town. But, it wasn't too far so he didn't bring that up. He was following the woman's lead, so he barely considered offering her a ride. All Brandon wanted to do was to enjoy her company. He smiled and nodded when she agreed to his plan of getting coffee first, then seeing what happened next.

Arriving at the coffee shop, he was hit with warmth and the scent of fresh coffee. He ordered, then turned his attention to T'kaya, laughing softly as she spoke. "You really won't let this sledding thing go, huh?" Resisting this woman's plans seemed pointless at this point, he was fascinated by her. Things like sledding or snowball fights, which hadn't appealed to him in the past, suddenly seemed all too tempting.

His eyes lit up as she suggested more activities, ones that sounded more within his comfort zone. "Snow angels sound harmless enough. A little silly, but less likely to break any bones doing that than sledding or snowball fighting." Brandon took his coffee as it was handed to him, quietly thanking the barista. He sat at a cozy little table with T'kaya, taking in the sights of town.

For a second, he spaced out, just looking at the snow, But, he was quickly drawn back into reality when T'kaya spoke. Her question caught him off guard a little. He paused, clearly contemplating the question. What was the most spontaneous thing he'd ever done? Pretty much all of his spontaneous actions were done when he was with Lisa, his ex wife. When he really thought about it, the most spontaneous thing he'd ever done was when he proposed to her. He didn't plan it, it just felt like the right moment. In recent times, the only spontaneous thing he'd done was Elowen. But, he wasn't ready to discuss that with anyone.

He didn't want to dump any of that information on T'kaya. His hesitancy made him really think about how the woman he'd just met made him feel. Realistically, he shouldn't care too much about her knowing about his ex wife. But, he felt compelled to not discuss his ex. And he knew he couldn't talk about Elowen, not now.

Brandon took a deep breath before speaking. "I'd tell you, but most of the spontaneous things I've done involve my ex and I don't think that's something you'd enjoy discussing with me." He smiled slightly. "You seem like someone who'd want to keep things light. Besides, most of my spontaneous actions haven't had great results." He gazed at her, a slight flirtatious sparkle in his eyes as he took a sip of his coffee. "Maybe you can show me how spontaneous things can lead to fun?"
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Hollis Warner

H
ollis watched with amusement as Raven quickly threw back a glass of wine, her eyes scanning the room before locking back onto her with renewed focus. Hollis lifted a brow, fighting to suppress a laugh as Raven slowly inched closer, her expression shifting from the earlier flustered interest to one of someone prepared to match Hollis' flirtatious provocations.
A rush of excitement coursed through Hollis at the shift, and her grin widened as Raven responded in kind, now clearly ready for whatever playful challenge Hollis threw her way. The holiday visit, which Hollis had expected to be uneventful, was clearly turning out to be anything but.
Hollis observed, her gaze full of curiosity, as Raven’s hand came up to adjust her hair behind her ear. Her fingers trailed a hot path down her neck before pausing for just a moment there, only to retreat again. The small, intimate touch didn’t escape Hollis' notice, and she let out a soft chuckle, her heated gaze locking on Raven’s as she enjoyed the subtle but clear flirtation.
"I think,"
Hollis began, her voice low and teasing as she reached forward and snatched up the hand that had just caressed her neck with that lingering warmth.
"that you’ve got no idea just how bad I can be, Raven."

With a playful glint in her eye, she threaded their fingers together before slowly bringing Raven’s hand close to her mouth. Hollis paused, letting her pointer finger hover just near her lips for a moment before she leaned in, taking it gently between her teeth with a playful nip before pulling back, dropping her hand completely.
As she straightened up, Hollis moved so that her back was facing the counter, her arms resting behind her as she effortlessly hopped up to sit against the flat surface. She angled her head toward Raven, a devious look crossing her features as she leaned back casually, the full weight of her relaxed confidence settling in.
"As for ‘tempting you’… Well, baby, let’s be real—I don’t need to do much of anything."
Her previously flirtatious smile shifted into something far more cocky as she shrugged, all too sure of herself.
"I think we can both tell how badly you want me. Can’t blame you though, I am pretty irresistible, aren’t I? But still, inviting me here with ulterior motives? Tsk, tsk, tsk… Maybe you’re the naughty girl here, RayRay."

A playful glimmer sparkled in Hollis' eyes as she straightened up from her perch on the counter, a mischievous thought popping into her head. She turned to Raven with a curious look, her voice dropping to a more intrigued tone.
"I’ll tell you what though, maybe you're onto something….You up for a fun little game, Raven~?"



outfit:
location:
The Cross Household

tags:
 
mood :
upset, weirdly nicer than usual

location :
zane's place
outfit :
mentions :
n/a

interactions :
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Samson
;; Casper
Casper accepted the bong Zane passed to him, acutely aware of how the man was eyeing him. He shifted around a bit, trying to look more comfortable, before he took a hit. After he inhaled, he coughed once, rather lightly. He wasn't a pussy or anything when it came to drugs, he was just more of a drinker. A really heavy drinker. Clive was the pothead of the family, not him. He'd need a little time to adjust to the sensation.

He set the bong back on the table and looked at the pizza as Zane spoke. It didn't look any more appetizing than before, but he supposed that would come with time. The cookies however, looked like something he could devour within seconds. Casper watched intently as Zane popped a cookie in his mouth, unconsciously biting his lower lip as he observed. He noticed how Zane's voice dropped down and he felt his heart jump a little. This is the most attractive way anyone had ever ate a cookie in front of him.

"Hm, maybe we'll just have to thank each other," he said, his eyes widening a little as he smirked, tone flirtatious in nature. He took the cookie that was offered to him, fingers just barely grazing Zane's. He popped the cookie in his mouth and grinned. "Wow. This is pretty good. Probably even better after a few more hits."

Casper held eye contact with Zane as he took this next hit, tension palpable. He wasn't really high yet, but the way his body was responding to being around Zane almost made him feel like he was on something. He took another hit, then let out a soft huff of a laugh. The smile Zane shot him made him blush and look away for a second. It wasn't something Casper was used to doing. He was never the flustered sort, he was always the one causing the flustering.

"Thanks," he sighed as he looked back up at Zane and passed the bong. "I guess- I think I'm having an off day. Usually I'm fucking awesome and not lame at all." Casper's body relaxed as he continued talking. "I mean, it's not like who I usually am is much better, it's just... different. I think I might kind of hate myself, actually." He let out a laugh after delivering the more personal revelation shockingly casually. "And I don't think I've ever said that aloud before, so don't you go spreading it around. This is confidential information you're dealing with here, sexy weed man."

Casper stared at Zane intently again. He had spoken casually, in a more relaxed joking manner. But, his eyes were filled with a storm of emotions. There was some admiration for the man in front of him in them. He couldn't help it, not when faced with those glimmering blue eyes. But mostly, they were pleading, silently conveying his innermost thoughts. Please don't think I'm a good for nothing freak. Please don't hurt me.
coded by reveriee.
 
now playing: red hot winter - xylo

Back home, it wasn't uncommon for Tori to be surrounded by cameras. In the modeling world, she was a top priority. And though she was hot under the collar, she was absolutely freezing. Her nightgown was thin, and even though she wore a robe and coat on top of it, the winter wind was no match for what little clothing she had on. Her fuzzy slippers left her perfectly manicured toes exposed to the elements as well, but Tori wasn't budging on anything. The damn paparazzi was going to leave her alone, whether they liked it or not. This particular photographer was going to, as well, even if he didn't think so.

"I know you're one of them. I bet you want more money, you greedy pig. Well, Daddy's not going to give you a single cent more, you hear me? You probably think you're going to get an exclusive story. You're not going to get it. Delete the picture, or I'll expose you for the disgusting paparazzi freak you are. All of you are the same. Every single one of you." Tori was nearly out of breath as she reached once more for the camera. She may have been difficult to deal with in private, but in public, she wouldn't dare taint the good Sinclair name. She had nearly done so earlier that week and it had ended up getting her disowned.

So getting this picture deleted would be her best bet at keeping her family out of a negative light. "And for the record, mister, I'm not 'on' anything. Because if I were, I would be having a great time right now. But of course I'm not, because I'm arguing with you right now. What do you want, anyway? Money? Drugs? Sex? What's your goal here?" Tori huffed and puffed, but it didn't look like the house was going to be blown in anytime soon. If she had to give him something for the photo to be erased, then she would have to eventually give in even though she'd rather not have to go through all these theoretical hoops. Hopefully, that wouldn't be the case.

wearing: it's a beautiful day for the end of the world
tags: celestialbody celestialbody (Lucian)
pantone
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Victoria Sinclair


coded by weldherwings.
 
now playing: much too young (to feel this damn old) - garth brooks

Before Monroe knew what was happening, Cora had embraced him tightly. It was like he had been ambushed in the best possible way. He reciprocated the hug before pulling away and taking a step back, chuckling softly. "You've got to stop doing that. Warn a guy before you go and bear hug him next time." It was all in good teasing fun, of course. Truth be told, he'd accept any hug from Cora, anticipated or not.

"Too long. God, I can't even remember the last time I saw you." He had been so wrapped up in the farm that he had all but forgotten to check up on his friends, Cora included. "And ol' Gus? He may look healthy to you, but he's moving much slower these days. Probably 'cause he's getting old, but still. I don't know if I can afford to replace him right now. If you can't tell just by looking," Monroe gestured around the ghost of what was once a thriving and bustling farm, "Calhoun Farms ain't doing so great right now." It was the cold, hard truth, and it was hard for him to accept.

He paused for a few moments, contemplating her question. "Honestly? I'd need another pair of hands to help finish screening in the back porch. I mean, I could probably do it myself, but if you're offering..." Monroe shrugged, shoving his hands in his jeans pockets. "All I can offer you as payment is some warm cider, though. Money's pretty tight at the moment. But I'm sure it'll pick back up once the holidays are over. It just has to."

wearing: no ace left in the hole
tags: PrincessAveRedfern PrincessAveRedfern (Cora)
pantone
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#8f705c
Monroe Calhoun


coded by weldherwings.
 
now playing: lonely people - orla gartland

The sudden warmth that radiated around her shoulders activated Molly's fight-or-flight instinct. This guy could have had ulterior motives. He could have been armed and dangerous, for all she knew. Her parents had always drilled it into her that strange men always had it out for pretty girls like her. But he couldn't possibly be a threat to her. This was Revelstoke, not a big city. Her heartbeat quickened as she looked up at him, unsure of her next move. God, he was so hauntingly beautiful. And he definitely smelled like trouble. Normally, she'd run as far as she could in the opposite direction at the thought of getting involved with any troublemakers. That was in the past, back when she was an obedient little starry-eyed girl. Now, she was going to go against her instinct and talk to him. What did she have to lose?

"Oh, me? I'm just going for a walk. Christmas is always so lame at my house." Technically, she wasn't lying - she was, in fact, going for a walk (though she was mainly looking for somewhere warm to stay tonight), and Christmas with the Hardings was, in fact, lame. She felt no guilt about obscuring the truth in that case. And even though her head was telling her to leave before something bad would happen, her heart was screaming for her to go with him. The opportunity to spend time with a mysterious bad boy was just too good to pass up. "You know what? Sure, I'm game. Where did you have in mind?"

wearing: i'm not sure i've got the heart for this
tags: PrincessAveRedfern PrincessAveRedfern (Clay)
pantone
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#3a382b
Molly Harding


coded by weldherwings.
 
now playing: break my stride - matthew wilder

There was no way in hell that Mikey was going to spend any time with his family this Christmas. Marley and her perfect boyfriend - no, fiance, were down for the holidays, and Molly was God knows where, no doubt going through some sort of early quarter-life crisis. So he was skipping out on the rest of them and heading over to Rachel's, where he'd actually feel welcome. And the Uber was waiting, after all. He slipped out the back door virtually undetected (well, Marley's dumb perfect fiance did, but he didn't say anything), sliding inside the backseat of the sleek black Chevy Equinox that took off not long after.

He started a conversation with the driver, Charlie, immediately upon arrival. Mikey liked talking to the strange and kooky drivers that worked in the area. Their tales and adventures were always entertaining to listen to. Even though Rachel's family house was all the way across town, they still got a good bit of gabbing in by the short time they pulled up in front of the house.

After a short goodbye, Mikey was waltzing right up to the door and pressing the doorbell. The door swung open to reveal his best friend, who seemed thrilled to see him. "Rach!" He dapped her up before following her inside, immediately making a mad dash for the hot chocolate. Before Mikey said hello to anyone else, he was going to pour himself a cup of rich hot chocolate. It's exactly what he did, too, burning his tongue as he took a long sip. It didn't bother him much, though. "Hell-o Carassos and Jacobsons! Merry Christmas, Happy Hanukkah. There are way too many of you for me to greet one by one, so I'm going to just say hello as a group."

Mikey walked up to the room full of Rachel's family, assessing the crowd as if he were doing stand-up. "What's up Aunt Margaret? Cousin Matt, looking good, bud! And is that Uncle Joe I see in the corner over there? It's like a family reunion over here! Wait, it technically is, isn't it? Oh well. Your favorite Mikester is here to save the day. No holiday function can be memorable without me. Let's party!"

wearing: nobody gonna slow me down
tags: Lizy Lizy (Rachel)
pantone
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#1c2127
Mikey Harding


coded by weldherwings.
 
now playing: 1957 - milo greene

The only good thing about being alone on Christmas was that Reece wouldn't have to fight over the remote in order to watch a little holiday football. His extended family wasn't here to dampen the Christmas spirit that resided within him this year. They definitely were last year, and they possibly could be next year, but this year he was riding high all alone. No amount of technical mishaps over at the ol' Netflix app, which was streaming both games for the very first time, could stop him from eagerly anticipating kickoff for the Chiefs-Steelers game. He sure hoped that someone could knock the reigning two-time champs down a few pegs - and on Christmas, nonetheless.

Plus, Dallas was coming over. He was eager to see her again, even though they had been texting since their first encounter. And no, he didn't have any hope of getting lucky - especially not when they had an awesome doubleheader waiting for him. Besides, he was a good guy - Netflix and chill wasn't really on his mind. And speaking of Dallas, she was finally here. He sprung into action, going all the way to the door before hesitating. He didn't want to seem too eager. It would just make him seem like a loser. After a few moments, he finally opened the door, letting her in before closing it behind both of them. "Merry Christmas. Ready to see the Chiefs finally lose?"

wearing: it takes me away
tags: murphalicious murphalicious (Dallas)
pantone
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#d6d9d2
Reece Spencer


coded by weldherwings.
 
Blair Rosewood

B
eing called a narc was one of the kinder greetings Blair could have received as he entered the house. Especially considering that Julian had just woken up, Blair was more than willing to take it on the chin with a smile. The fact that the greeting came with a warm hug which helped to soothe him from the cold he'd just retreated from outside helped as well.
His smile bloomed even brighter as he wrapped his arms around Julian’s warm body, squeezing him gently. The friendly contact further lifted his already cheerful mood.
"Aww, it's good to see you too, buddy!"
Blair lingered in the hug for a moment longer, savoring the warmth before gently letting go. He patted Julian's shoulders affectionately, his grin still wide as he looked at him.
"And since that greeting came with a hug, I'll go ahead and let that comment slide."
He chuckled, taking a step back, still radiating good spirits.
Blair shifted the presents he was holding in his arms, adjusting their position as he looked at Julian with a happy twinkle in his eye.
"I got you guys some gifts, so I'll just go ahead and put them under the tree!"

He made his way over to the beautifully decorated tree, his fingers brushing the bright ornaments as he carefully placed the presents among the others already stacked underneath, making sure they didn’t topple over.
As he did so, his gaze lifted, and he spotted Maisel emerging from the back—probably just waking up or having been in her room relaxing before he arrived. He waved cheerfully at the young girl, his voice warm and friendly.
“Hey, kid! Merry Christmas!”
He nodded towards the mountain of gifts beneath the tree, most of them bearing her name.
"Looks like somebody was extra good this year! You excited to see what Santa brought you?"

Maisel squinted at him, crossing the room with a small smile playing on her lips as she waved back.
“Santa isn’t real, but I’m still excited!”

Blair blinked, a little taken aback by her directness—Were kids her age already supposed to know that?—but after a beat, he just shrugged it off. No need to get caught up in that. As long as she was in a good mood, everyone was doing their job—keeping her happy.



outfit:
location:
Holt Household

tags:
Julian Lizy Lizy Grayson travelbypages travelbypages Esme
 
Ophelia Devereux

O
phelia stood patiently, her gaze fixed on Soren as he fell into silence. She had every intention of maintaining her air of pointed offense, ready to drill him for answers, but as she watched him more closely, something in the air shifted.
Soren seemed to retreat into himself, his face going pale despite the biting cold of the outdoors. His expression morphed into a mixture of emotions that Ophelia couldn’t quite decipher, but it was clear enough that she’d been wrong before. He wasn’t okay.
A wave of concern washed over her, but seeing his visceral reaction left her unsure whether pressing him directly would help or hurt in this moment. Her gut instinct urged her to get to the bottom of whatever was causing him so much distress, but she didn't want to press him if whatever was bothering him dredged up this much of a reaction. At least not here in the middle of the sidewalk.
Swallowing the frustration that had been building, Ophelia let the negative emotions slip away with the wind, allowing herself to take a slow, deliberate step closer to him. Her hand instinctively moved towards his shoulder, but she hesitated, stopping just short of touching him. Instead, she let it fall to her side, unsure of how to bridge the gap between them.
"...Hey, I was just worried about you, I'm not actually so upset that I wanted to make you cry."
Her voice softened, the words coming out with an unexpected tenderness. She reached into her purse, pulling out a soft pastel pink handkerchief with the initials O.D.D. stitched neatly on the edge. Holding it out to him, she offered it with a small, warm smile.
"Here, darling."

Her eyes flicked around, taking in their surroundings. She needed to get him somewhere more comfortable, somewhere they could both sit down and talk without the cold gnawing at them.
"C'mon, let's go sit down in there. I need to put these bags down."
She pointed to a small diner just a few feet ahead of them that still seemed to be open. It was a perfect spot to regroup and find some warmth.


outfit:
location:
Main Street

tags:
Soren Lizy Lizy
 
Cora Reed
Poet/Country Girl
Location
Monroe's
"Hello old flame"
interactions.
C
ora chuckled softly, a playful glint in her eyes
"and miss that expression every single time you get a hug?"
she teased, her smile warm and inviting as she gazed at him. Her demeanor shifted slightly as she looked around the farm, her playful mood giving way to a hint of concern. A pout formed on her lips as she took in the expansive landscape.
"I see what you mean,"
she said thoughtfully, shaking her head in disbelief.
"This place needs a lot of love."


With determination, she declared,
"To the porch we go!"
as she followed him across the sprawling property. As they walked, her mind raced with ideas on how she could support him. She quickly pulled out her phone and texted her parents, asking for a significant favor. The thought of surprising him with some thoughtful gifts for Christmas filled her with excitement. Even though he was her ex, she knew all too well the challenges he faced, and the desire to help him was overwhelming. She had always found joy in helping others, and this was no exception.

Once they reached the porch, Cora let out a soft sigh, taking a moment to absorb the scene before her. She surveyed the work that lay ahead and raised an eyebrow at him, an amused smirk playing on her lips.
"You were planning to tackle all this alone? Seriously, what were you thinking?"
she asked, her tone light but laced with genuine concern. She leaned against the porch railing, waiting for his response, her heart set on ensuring he knew he wasn't alone in this.



 
Jupiter Khaing

R
ushing over to the bedside table, Jupiter grabbed his phone, pulling it off the charger with a sense of urgency. His thumb swiped quickly against the screen to input his passcode, then he scrolled down to his brother’s contact. The phone only rang twice before it was answered, which didn’t surprise him. Like Jupiter, his brother was a morning person, always alert. His brother's voice was chipper as he answered, but Jupiter quickly cut him off, needing to rip the Band-Aid off and alert Mars to the fact that he needed help.
"Not now, Mars. I'm locked in my room with...another guest. I need you to go tell the lodge's front desk, or the maintenance guy, or whoever—just get someone to come and get us out of this room."

He paused, hearing his brother’s voice respond on the other end, but rolled his eyes and huffed an annoyed breath.
"I will not say pretty please, it's not funny, and it doesn’t matter who else is in here. It was a misun—Just get someone to fix the damn door!"

Just as Jupiter started yelling at his brother through the phone, Isabelle broke out in a fit of laughter. He glanced back to where she was still sitting on the floor next to the locked door.
He could hear his brother’s voice asking who was laughing, but Jupiter, irritated by his nosiness, ended the call before he could ask any more questions.
Jupiter hesitated for a moment, looking at Isabelle as his frustration melted into something more grounded. He stepped closer, but still stayed a safe distance of about five feet away. It was the closest he’d been to her since waking up and rushing out of bed earlier, and for once, he looked directly at her as he spoke.
"I mean, we could probably tell that much after the first date together."
His tone was dry but the corners of his lips hinted at a smile, making it clear he was trying to joke.
"There was really no need for the universe to throw a round two and three our way."
He gave a small, exaggerated sigh, shifting on his feet.
"And I guess you’re right. The door thing is annoying, but at least I’m not getting harassed by animals or drenched in liquids this time around."
He glanced down at her soaked clothes, his expression softening slightly.
"Looks like you got that part covered for me."



outfit:
location:
Revelstoke Mountain Lodge

tags:
 
Lucian Castro

H
is first instinct was to just book it out of there before the irritating woman did any damage to his camera, but he quickly realized that might not be the best course of action. He had just watched her exit the hotel, which meant she was probably staying here too. The last thing he wanted was to run into her again later, only to be met with the same ranting and raving, or worse, for her to follow him to his room.
Not to mention, he'd left his car keys in his room. He hadn’t planned on going anywhere far—just a few snapshots around the area. So, there was no escape to his car until she decided to harass someone else. That left him with his least favorite option: staying put and trying to clear up whatever confusion or problem had bloomed between them.
Lucian struggled to follow her tirade, but he could at least piece together what she thought was going on. She clearly thought he was paparazzi, which struck him as odd—he didn’t even know who she was. He didn’t keep up with celebrities, and for all he knew, she could be the Beyoncé of England, but he seriously doubted it. Still, he set aside his skepticism about her importance. It didn’t matter much—she had a narrative in her head, and it involved him sneaking photos of her.
From the bits and pieces of her rant, it seemed like her 'daddy' had already paid off the press or something, and she had constructed a wild story around that.
"Look—WOMAN, STOP!"
He held out his hand firmly to stop her from getting any closer, his frustration building as she dove for his camera again. His face contorted into one of pure disgust when she asked if he wanted money, sex, or drugs.
God, at first, he hadn’t really meant it, but now? He was starting to wonder if she was on something. She was clearly unhinged.
"Ew! God, ew! No! I don’t want anything from you except for you to go far away from me!"
He huffed out a breath, trying not to get distracted by her bizarre comments. All he needed to do was clear up this stupid misunderstanding and get her out of his face.
"Look, I wasn’t taking a picture of you, lady, your sugar daddy didn't give me any money, and I’m not paparazzi—I’m a nature photographer."
He gestured over to the railing where the bird had been, his annoyance still simmering beneath his words.
"I was taking a picture of the Bohemian waxwing sitting there. You just ruined my shot when you came walking out."



outfit:
location:
Outside of Revelstoke Lodge

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