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Realistic or Modern Whispering Pines แจ’โ†Ÿ ๐– ฐ ~ Cozy Winter SOL ~ MAIN

TALISA SKY
Talisaโ€™s heart swelled with pride and a touch of nervousness as she watched the spread of dishes before her. Every bite carried the essence of her heritage, each recipe a thread connecting her to her mother and the stories they had shared. It wasnโ€™t just food, it was her heart on a plate. She bit her lip, scanning the table one last time to ensure everything was just as she wanted.

When Lawson leaned in and whispered his quiet praise, her cheeks flushed with warmth. She turned to him, a shy but bright smile tugging at her lips. โ€œYou think so? I was worried the bannock was a little overdone,โ€ she murmured, her voice soft, betraying her slight nervousness. But his smile, so sincere, eased the tight knot in her chest.

As the meal went on, she found herself swept up in the atmosphere. The laughter, the clinking of glasses, and the shared stories made her heart feel fuller than it had in weeks. At one point, she leaned back in her chair, her gaze drifting to Lawson, who looked entirely at ease among the joyful chaos. โ€œI think this might be the coziest Christmas dinner Iโ€™ve ever had,โ€ she admitted quietly to herself, though she wasnโ€™t sure he heard her. When the plates were cleared, and Lawson retreated to the kitchen, Talisa didnโ€™t hesitate to follow. She found him at the sink, his sleeves rolled up as the warm water swirled with suds. For a moment, she simply watched him, a small, contented smile curling on her lips. He looked so at home, and for reasons she couldnโ€™t quite articulate, that made her heart ache in the best way.

She stepped forward, brushing past him gently as she reached for a clean towel. โ€œYou donโ€™t get to do all the work, you know,โ€ she said lightly, her voice teasing but firm. โ€œYou made this whole night perfect. The least I can do is dry.โ€ When he gave her a look, half-protest, half-amusement, she raised an eyebrow, shaking her head. โ€œDonโ€™t even start. I insist,โ€ she said, lifting a wet plate from the sink and drying it with meticulous care.

As they worked side by side, her voice softened. โ€œYou know,โ€ she began, glancing at him from the corner of her eye, โ€œthis was really special. I donโ€™t think Iโ€™ve felt this at home in a long time. Thank you for... this.โ€ Her cheeks warmed, and she quickly looked down, busying herself with the dishes in her hands. The quiet between them was comfortable, broken only by the clinking of plates and the distant laughter of their guests. But even in the quiet, Talisa felt like a conversation was happening, a connection that needed no words.

When the last plate was dried and put away, she lingered, her hands twisting the dish towel nervously. Finally, she looked up at him, her gaze soft but searching. โ€œI donโ€™t know how you do it,โ€ she said, her voice barely above a whisper. โ€œMake everything feel... warm, like this is where Iโ€™m supposed to be.โ€ Lawson turned to her, his expression unreadable but his eyes so full of something she couldnโ€™t quite name that it made her breath hitch. She swallowed, taking a small step closer. โ€œI mean it,โ€ she said, her words more deliberate now. โ€œBeing here tonight, with you, has meant more than I can say.โ€

Her hand brushed up his arm and for a moment, neither of them spoke, the world beyond the kitchen fading into a blur. Talisa glanced up, meeting his gaze, and for the first time in a long time, she allowed herself to hopeโ€”hope for whatever this was between them, fragile and new but undeniably real. And then, with a soft, hesitant smile, she broke the silence. โ€œYou should know,โ€ she murmured, her voice barely audible, โ€œIโ€™m really glad I stayed.โ€

Mentions: Lawson - PrincessAveRedfern PrincessAveRedfern
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;; Julian
Julian's blood boiled as he listened to the conversation go on, his anger simmering up, a scowl planted on his face. He wanted to scream, punch a wall, cry, something, anything to get his emotions out. But instead he just stood there. He probably would have done something stupid if it weren't for his hangover rendering him less mobile than usual and Maisel's voice in the background reminding him to be on his best behavior.

He looked his brother in the eyes as he left, feeling an intense, stern anger. Julian said nothing to his brother's demand, making no promises, but at the same time he wasn't jumping to argue with his brother like he typically would have. He tried not to react as his brother left the house, he didn't liked to be perceived feeling more vulnerable emotions. But, he couldn't help the sad look in his eyes emerging.

He stood there for a second, processing what had just happened. His head was killing him, and he never got his coffee. He tried to keep his face neutral as he waled into the kitchen, avoiding eye contact with Esme. With everything he was feeling his face was more twisted into a pained frown than completely neutral. A heavy silence consumed the room as Julian got his coffee and put a couple spoonfuls of sugar into the cup. Every time he caught a glimpse of Esme out of the corner of his eye Julian felt his anger grow, until he couldn't help but go against his brother's request.

He broke the silence as he slowly exited the kitchen, speaking quietly. "Nice job, super mom. You really made this Christmas memorable." He sneered, sarcasm dripping from his tone. Julian left the room quickly, before Esme could respond. He headed right for Maisel and Blair, with a light smile that did not quite meet his eyes on his face. Unless Esme could physically drag him back to the kitchen or was willing to have it out with him in front of the kid, he knew there wouldn't be much of a fight.

He saw Maisel opening a present from Blair and went over to join in on the Christmas festivities. Julian tried to sound as excited as he could, and honestly he didn't put on too poor of a performance for the kid, his tone coming off as pretty lighthearted. "Ooooo, whatcha get?"
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AUTUMN BLOOM

The moment Rowan flashed that cocky grin, Autumn felt her heart skip in a way that was far too familiar. It was maddening how easily Rowanโ€™s charm could fill the air, like some kind of gravitational pull she couldnโ€™t escape. Autumn knew Rowan loved flirting, it was practically her second language but with her, it felt sharper, more deliberate, even if Rowan would never admit it. Autumn let her lips twitch into a small, knowing smile, her arms crossing loosely over her chest. โ€œNeon yellow and maroon? Now thatโ€™s a challenge, even for you,โ€ she teased, leaning lightly against the counter.

When Rowan bit her lip, Autumn caught itโ€”just a flicker of something behind the bravado. It was subtle, but enough to make her pause. Rowanโ€™s usual confidence wavered for a heartbeat, and Autumnโ€™s instincts kicked in, like they always did around her. Rowan was the kind of person who carried a lot under the surface, and for as much as she pretended otherwise, Autumn could always tell when something wasnโ€™t quite right. But she didnโ€™t push. Not yet.

โ€œItโ€™s been open for about six months now,โ€ she answered softly, glancing around the shop like she was seeing it through Rowanโ€™s eyes. โ€œItโ€™s been... steady. It's great to come back to after my trips and the communityโ€™s been great, you know? A lot of curious people looking to explore what crystals or herbs might help them out.โ€ Her voice trailed off, her gaze drifting back to Rowan. โ€œI think youโ€™d like it here,โ€ she added, the words slipping out before she could stop them.

At Rowanโ€™s question about crystals, Autumnโ€™s smile widened, something warm and genuine blooming in her chest. โ€œFor you? Definitely something grounding. Maybe black tourmaline or smoky quartz. Theyโ€™re good for balance, protection.โ€ She tilted her head, studying Rowan for a moment. โ€œOr rose quartz. You could use a little self-love, even if youโ€™re already convinced youโ€™re flawless.โ€ The teasing edge was back, but there was a gentleness in her tone that she hoped Rowan would hear.

For a moment, the space between them felt charged, like the world outside the shop had disappeared. Autumn wanted to say more, to ask the questions that lingered in the back of her mind, why Rowan looked like she was carrying the weight of something she couldnโ€™t share, why sheโ€™d been so distant but she bit her tongue. She didnโ€™t want to risk shattering whatever fragile thing existed between them right now. Instead, she stepped around the counter, grabbing a small polished piece of smoky quartz from one of the trays and a rope necklace for it to hang in. Instead of handing it to Rowan across the counter, she moved around to stand close, โ€œHere. Consider it a welcome-back gift.โ€ She shrugged, trying to sound casual, but the warmth in her cheeks betrayed her.

โ€œYouโ€™ve always been good at carrying the weight of the world, Rowan,โ€ Autumn said softly, her eyes meeting hers. โ€œBut maybe itโ€™s time you let something, or someone, help lighten the load.โ€ She glanced down at the quartz still in Rowanโ€™s hand, her voice barely above a whisper. โ€œJust... something to think about.โ€

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JACE WALKER
As they pulled up to the bar, Jace felt the tension in his shoulders begin to ease. The neon sign flickered cheerfully above, casting a warm glow over the entrance. He took a deep breath, bracing himself for the mix of noise and laughter that usually filled the space. Suttonโ€™s laughter rang out beside him, a sound that made him smile despite his unease. She clasped her hand over her mouth, a familiar habit that seemed to emerge whenever she found something particularly funny. A hint of color flushed her cheeks as she let her hand fall, and Jace thought it was charming how self-conscious she was about her laughter.

"Your dad sounds like a character," he commented as they walked inside. "I can imagine he has a good sense of humor." They made their way to a booth tucked away from the hustle and bustle of the crowd. Jace felt a wave of relief wash over him as he sank into the corner, the cozy space providing a sense of security. Public places always made him feel uneasy, the chatter and movement overwhelming at times. But with Sutton beside him, the noise faded into the background, creating a bubble of comfort.

When Sutton mentioned the beer as a thank you, Jace chuckled and nodded. "A thank you? Iโ€™m not complaining. I like that idea." The thought of sharing a drink with her felt nice, a small gesture that made the evening feel special. As they settled in, Jace leaned back in his seat, propping his feet up on the booth opposite him. "A burger it is, then. I promise, no overpriced salads on my watch," he said with a playful grin, feeling the tension dissipate even more as Sutton laughed at his comment. Her laughter reminded him of home, the easy banter he shared with his family.

"Honestly, though, it's nice to be around someone who doesn't know my life," he continued, his tone softening. "It's nice to have some good company and not have to deal with a million conversations at once." He glanced at her, appreciating how she brought a sense of grounding to the chaotic world around him. Just then, the waitress approached their table, and Jace turned his attention back to Sutton, feeling a warmth spread through him. The evening felt promising, and with her by his side, maybe public outings didnโ€™t have to be so daunting after all.

As their food arrived, Jace marveled at how something as simple as a burger and a beer could feel so significant. They dug in, laughter spilling over as they joked about the absurd sizes of their portions. Each bite was delicious, but the best part was the ease with which they interacted, as if they had known each other forever. Jace caught himself stealing glances at Sutton, appreciating the way she savored each bite, her eyes lighting up with every flavorful morsel. It made him feel good to see her happy. โ€œYouโ€™re going to make me look bad with how much youโ€™re enjoying that burger,โ€ he teased, his tone light.

As the night wore on and the bar filled with the hum of conversations and laughter, Jace felt a sense of peace settling over him. He was grateful for this moment, for the way Suttonโ€™s presence calmed his nerves and filled the space with warmth. As they finished their meal, he realized that he didnโ€™t just enjoy being around her; he cherished it. โ€œLetโ€™s do this again,โ€ Jace said earnestly, looking into her eyes. This was abnormal for him. Trying with someone was abnormal for him.

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ZANE BENNETT
Zane couldnโ€™t help but feel a rush of warmth as he watched Casperโ€™s expression shift from speechlessness to something deeper, almost reverent. It was rare for him to see the quick-witted man at a loss for words, and it stirred something inside Zane that was both exhilarating and terrifying. He leaned in closer, drawn in by the intensity of the moment, and the air between them felt electric, charged with possibilities. The kiss took him by surprise, not just in its slowness but in its sincerity. It was different from any kiss heโ€™d experienced before. It was a connection, a deliberate sharing of something intimate. Zane felt as if he were floating, the world around him fading away, leaving only Casper and the soft press of their lips against one another. He had always craved moments like this, but never expected to find them with someone like Casper.

As they broke apart, Zane was struck by the look in Casper's eyes, those pleading, vulnerable eyes that seemed to say, 'Donโ€™t stop.' He felt a flutter in his chest, a mixture of fear and excitement at the thought of being so open with someone. Instead of pulling back, he leaned in again, tasting that sweetness, that warmth. It was as if every worry he'd had just melted away in the heat of their closeness. Zaneโ€™s hand found its way to Casper's cheek, and he couldnโ€™t help but let his thumb gently caress the softness of his skin, grounding both of them in this moment.

Zane found himself drinking in every detail, the way Casper leaned into his touch, the gentle rise and fall of his breath, the way his lips curled into a smile that lit up his entire face. It was astonishing how this simple act, this connection, made Zane feel more alive than he had in a long time. He could sense the unguarded warmth radiating from Casper, and it made him feel safe, cherished even. โ€œHonestly,โ€ Zane said, a playful smile tugging at his lips, โ€œIโ€™m not sure what youโ€™re talking about. Your moves are definitely winning me over.โ€ He let out a low laugh, loving the way Casperโ€™s cheeks flushed at the compliment. โ€œThat bong performance? Yeah, Iโ€™m definitely still thinking about that.โ€

Then Casper kissed him again, deeper this time, and Zane felt every nerve ending in his body respond. It was intoxicating, and he savored the moment, letting himself be pulled into the kiss, letting Casperโ€™s laughter and charm fill every crevice of his mind. It was surreal how everything around them felt irrelevant, how it was just them in their own little universe, separated from the noise and chaos of the world outside. When they finally pulled apart, Zane felt breathless. โ€œYou really know how to make a guy feel special,โ€ he said softly, unable to hide the warmth that spread through him at Casper's words. The compliment settled in his chest, and he felt a rush of happiness bloom there. โ€œBut trust me, Iโ€™m not that smooth,โ€ he replied, playfully brushing it off. โ€œYouโ€™re the one whoโ€™s absolutely entrancing. I mean, look at you, who wouldnโ€™t be drawn in?โ€

As Casper continued to touch him, Zane felt a sense of wonder wash over him. It was a feeling he hadnโ€™t expected, the kind of connection that came with honesty and openness. He wanted to explore this feeling, to dig deeper into what they were building together, even if it felt terrifying. Zane chuckled softly as Casper admitted to lying earlier, the sincerity behind his words striking a chord within him. โ€œI appreciate you saying that, even if it does sound cheesy,โ€ Zane replied, his heart racing at the admission. โ€œBut I feel it too. Itโ€™s not just the weed or the moment. Thereโ€™s something happening here.โ€

He leaned in once more, capturing Casperโ€™s lips in another kiss, pouring everything he felt into it; his gratitude, his awe, and the undeniable connection that had sparked between them.
As they lost themselves in the moment, it felt like time slipped away, the outside world fading into obscurity. A few hours later, Zane found himself pulling on his clothes, a smile on his face. He replayed the events of the night in his mind, feeling warmth spread through him at the thought of Casper's laughter and the way his eyes had sparkled with joy. The atmosphere of the room felt charged with an afterglow, the kind that lingered long after the moment had passed. Zane took a deep breath, excitement bubbling within him as he thought about the possibilities of what this connection could mean for both of them, "Soooo pizza?" He asked, glancing down at Casper.

Mentions: Casper - Lizy Lizy
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happy

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;; Rachel
As Rachel watched Mikey tear into the bag, she couldn't help but grin, excited to see his reaction to the gift. She was so glad he liked it, feeling a spark of joy at his appreciative reaction. Sure, getting gifts was nice, but to Rachel giving gifts as just as good. She enjoyed making her friends and family happy, and seeing their reactions to things was like a little gift she gave herself.

She offered Mikey a smile as he explained her gift was still on it's way. "You're lucky I'm patient," she joked, clearly mocking frustration. "Seriously, don't worry about it. Should be a nice littler surprise later." Rachel grinned, already looking forward to her mystery post holiday gift from her friend. She was understanding with this sort of thing, and honestly didn't care if she got a present from him or not. She was just glad he was here, spending the holidays with her.

"Hm, you know me, I'm not much of a planner," Rachel laughed, shrugging off Mikey's questions on holiday plans. "But, Caleb got a switch. We were going to maybe play a couple very intense rounds of Mario Kart in a bit. There's also going to be more food later, so look forward to that."
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PrincessAveRedfern PrincessAveRedfern - Kennedy
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Bryson

Bryson raised an eyebrow, a playful glint in his eyes. "Is that so, Kennedy?" Her name rolled off his tongue like a sweet melody, one he could repeat endlessly without growing weary...

A soft chuckle escaped him as he noticed her biting her lip, a gesture that only fueled his amusement. Leaning in just a fraction, he was enthralled by the delicate artistry with which she perfected the batter, his gaze tracing the graceful arc of her hands... his gaze following her every fluid movement. Seized by a whimsical impulse, he dipped his finger into the mix and teasingly tasted it, relishing the flavor on his tongue.. "Mmm... I know I shouldn't, but I just couldn't resist," he laughed, leaning back against the counter with a triumphant smirk warming his features.

As she approached him, wrapping her arms around his neck, he instinctively lowered his hands to encircle her waist, drawing her closer. "I hope you enjoy them; it's my special recipe," he teased, leaning down as she pressed her lips against his. His grip tightened for a fleeting moment before he reluctantly pulled away, placing a gentle kiss on her forehead. "About 45 minutes until they're ready," he stated, his hand slipping down to take hers, a playful smirk lighting up his face... "What are we supposed to do with all that timeee-?.. I mean, we could just stand here and stare at each other, but that might get a little boring."

His eyes strayed away for a moment, before trailing back to hers.. shaking his head to dismiss the idea altogether. "Come on," he urged, not giving her much of a choice as he led her out of the kitchen and into the spacious living room, a surprising find behind the auto shop.. He settled onto the couch, pulling her down beside him, his arm draping over her shoulder to bring her closer.

"Alright, letโ€™s see what we have, " he said, reaching for the remote and flicking through their options...all of which weremostly Hallmark films.."They're all cheesy, that much I know, so itโ€™s up to you," he nudged her playfully, propping his leg up on the coffee table as he awaited her decision...

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Forrest Erickson





































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    Let me in.
















Forrest watched her as she hesitated, noticing the way her eyes darted nervously around the room, which only heightened his anticipation for her words.

Each tick of the clock felt like a countdown, his heart racing in tandem with the seconds..there was an undeniable pull between them that stirred both anxiety and excitement in equal measure...
When she finally met his gaze, he felt an overwhelming urge to lean closer, an electric jolt coursing through him as his name slipped from her lips, stirring emotions within him that only she could awaken...

He had resigned himself to the fact that this woman had become the catalyst for feelings he never knew he possessed..
As she spoke of a past he had little knowledge of, Forrest couldnโ€™t help but arch an eyebrow in disbelief. You would think, given the depths of what hew knew about her, he would know her story, yet it remained shrouded in mystery..

Shaking his head gently, he replied, "No, actually, Emara, youโ€™ve never.. really opened up to me like that, nor do I tend to take to heart what most others say in this town...half of it's bullshit, But whatever it is, you can tell me." His tone was steady and reassuring, devoid of any hint of skepticism.

Tilting his head, he placed a comforting hand on her leg, a gesture meant to convey understanding without overwhelming her...
"Iโ€™m fully aware of our age difference," he stated, his voice soft but firm... "Iโ€™m not oblivious, and you know that. If our age had repulsed me in any way, I wouldnโ€™t have traveled more than a thousand miles to be with you. It may seem absurd, but itโ€™s the honest truth." ..

He took a deep breath, trying to maintain his composure as he sensed the tension beginning to ease between them. With Emara dropping her professional facade, he felt a newfound desire to support her, stepping away from their past roles.
He nodded gravely, sensing the heavy burden she carried... "Whatever it is, it appears to weigh you down considerably," he said, his expression serious, yet his eyes reflected his earnest sincerity.. "Allow me to help lift some of that weight off your shoulders." The sincerity in his gaze conveyed deep admiration and a genuine wish to be the safe harbor she needed, transcending the boundaries of their former relationship.

Forrestโ€™s fingers twitched slightly on her leg, a reminder of his presence, as he watched her process his words.. "I know thereโ€™s more beneath the surface. Let me in, Emara...without judgment, to understand..not just the pieces that are easy to share, but the parts that are harder to voice."
As he spoke, he noticed her features soften, a flicker of recognition sparking in her eyes. It was as if she were slowly beginning to realize that this moment..this conversation...was not just a hurdle but rather an opportunity.

Forrest could sense she was on the precipice of breaking..."I want to be the person you can trust. I want to witness all of you..the laughter, the pain, the beautiful mess of your life... You donโ€™t have to keep it bottled up anymore.."

































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Finn raised an eyebrow, expertly maintaining his calm demeanor as she reclined, arms crossed defiantly...
The soft 'pff' that escaped her lips was a clear signal of her amusement, and it stirred a whirlwind of thoughts within him...

So, youโ€™re playing games with me, he mused, reflecting on her confident posture that mirrored his own, yet there was something about this enigmatic woman that left him feeling flustered.
Despite his efforts to conceal it, he sensed that she was acutely aware of the effect she had on him, her eyes sparkling with mischief as a flicker of nervousness coursed through him...
'Who is this woman?' he pondered, his gaze narrowing as he attempted to unravel the mystery she presented, but the task proved to be more challenging than he anticipated.

"Like a kitten? Oh, come on, that's ridiculous," he chuckled softly, taking a deliberate sip from his drink before slamming it down, the sound reverberating through the air, mirroring the tumult of emotions roiling inside him...
Her laughter, light and teasing, echoed in his ears, and he muttered under his breath, "I'm not a child," his gaze faltering slightly as he scoffed at her playful taunt.
"Let me what?" he retorted, raising an eyebrow and pursing his lips, his expression a mix of challenge and curiosity... "You're not even my type," he added, giving her a thorough once-over, masking his true feelings with another dismissive scoff.
"You want to see me try?" he inquired, watching her fingers dance over his hands before she withdrew, her gaze flickering to his drink as she encouraged him to indulge further..

He was determined to prove that he was no lightweight, that he was resilient despite the insecurities that lurked beneath the surface..
Yet, even as he feigned disinterest, he found himself irresistibly drawn to her, caught in a web of intrigue that made him question whether he truly wanted to engage with her or simply let her bask in the enigma she so carefully crafted.
Finn remained still, not budging an inch as she leaned closer, her breath brushing against his cheek, sending an involuntary shiver down his spine..... The air between them crackled with an electric tension, and he could feel the weight of her gaze, heavy with unspoken challenges and playful taunts...

It was as if she was daring him to break the carefully constructed facade he had built around himself, to step into the unknown territory she represented. Finn fought the urge to smile, to let her see just how much her words affected him. Instead, he leaned back slightly, adopting a nonchalant posture, though he could feel the heat rising in his cheeks... "I mean, if you think Iโ€™m going to fall for your little games, youโ€™re sorely mistaken," ...he replied, his tone light but his heart pounding in his chest.
Finn took another sip of his drink, the cool liquid contrasting sharply with the heat radiating from her. He was acutely aware of the way her fingers had brushed against his, a fleeting touch that lingered in his mind long after she had pulled away.

"Are you just going to toy with me until Iโ€™m completely off my game?"His gaze drifted down to her lips, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth as he murmured, "Winning isn't nearly as thrilling when it comes too easily." The low timbre of his voice was just audible enough for her to catch, and in that moment, she transformed the encounter into the very challenge he had secretly craved but never anticipated from her.

"So, when I prove I deserve it, huh?" he queried, his eyes tracking her as she stood and gracefully rose from her chair, causing him to blink in surprise. "Leaving so soon?" he asked, his curiosity piqued as he observed her retreating figure, her lips moving in a language he barely understood..Spanish, a tantalizing mystery that stirred something within him.
He found himself lost in thought, weighing the implications of pursuing her; she was clearly aware of the game they were playing, leading him on with a playful confidence... "Screw it," he muttered under his breath, sliding off the chair and leaving a few bills on the bar.

"Is that it? Calla from Spain, ready to give up this easily?" he called after her, his voice laced with challenge as he followed her, captivated by her resilience. She was a tough nut to crack, but that only fueled his determination.
He darted in front of her, halting her in her tracks. "This challenge you've set in motion...starting it only to abandon it? Part of me thinks you wanted me to chase you," he said, his hand brushing against her arm as he leaned in closer, searching her eyes for the thrill he sensed mirrored in his own.
"Unless you do this with every guy you meet..ask for directions, have them escort you, then ..'buy them whiskey'," he teased, a playful smirk dancing on his lips as he leaned closer, his voice dripping with mockery.

"I must admit, it was quite enticing... Who could resist whiskey?" he mused, raising an eyebrow, but the intensity of his gaze suggested he was speaking far more about her than the drink, his eyes roaming over her features and form with an undeniable hunger... He could see the pulse of excitement in her eyes, the way her lips parted slightly as if she were considering the implications of his words..

'Damn.. you really do revel in this.. you witch.' Echoed through his mind, prompting a light snicker to escape his lips, yet his gaze remained on her.

Finn tilted his head slightly, a playful smirk dancing on his lips as he slipped his hands into his pockets. In that moment, he became acutely aware of the thrill he was igniting within her, the exhilarating chase they were both engaged in, as he willingly stepped into the intricate game she had orchestrated.
A soft hum of contemplation escaped him, "You donโ€™t seem to have your plate full," he remarked, a statement laced with the knowledge that she had chosen to share a few drinks with him, a clear indication that her evening was far from busy.

He felt a light buzz of tipsiness, not overwhelming but enough to heighten his senses, fueling his resolve... She couldnโ€™t just toy with him and then vanish; that was a line he refused to let her cross... Yet, she was undeniably a challenge, her touch lingering on his skin, her breath a warm whisper against his cheek, and the way she leaned in close earlier had been a deliberate invitation, leading him on like a playful puppy. But he was no mere pet, nor a kitten as she had teasingly suggested.

"Or wait... are you walking away because you're..perhaps.. afraid?" he probed, fully aware that such a question would provoke her, knowing she would never want to appear vulnerable or weak in his eyes.

































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Mason Redfern
Auto Shop Owner
Location
Festival of Lights
"Here we go.."
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M
ason's smile widened as he looked at her, an undeniable warmth filling the space between them.
โ€œHave you seen your personality lately?โ€
he teased, his tone lighthearted yet laced with genuine affection. He couldnโ€™t resist the urge to lighten the mood, even as he felt the weight of unspoken words hanging in the air. As he removed his coat and draped it around her shoulders, he noticed the subtle tremble of her lipโ€”an instinctive attempt to mask her emotions. The sight tugged at his heartstrings, igniting a rush of protectiveness.
โ€œWhy didnโ€™t you bring a coat, Darce?โ€
he asked softly, his voice imbued with concern as he glanced down at her.

Her beauty had always captivated him, a radiant presence that seemed to shine even in the dimmest of moments. He admired the way her eyes sparkled with life, even in the chilly air, and he felt a mixture of admiration and regret for the times he hadnโ€™t been there for her when she needed support. The thought of her facing the world alone made something inside him ache.

As he shifted his focus to the children playing nearbyโ€”joyful laughter ringing out as they chased each otherโ€”he attempted to ease the tension that had settled between them.
โ€œSo how close are the twinsโ€™ birthdays to Kennedyโ€™s?โ€
he inquired, genuinely wanting to know but also using it as a way to divert the conversation. The question seemed innocuous enough, yet it reminded him of the time passing and all the moments he had missed. He recalled how excited Kennedy always got about her birthdays, and the image brought a small smile to his face.

But beneath that smile was a deeper frustration, one that simmered in his chest. He couldnโ€™t shake off the anger he felt toward his brotherโ€”the way he had treated Darce, the neglect and disregard that had left scars. Mason yearned to make amends, to be the friend and the support she truly deserved. He wanted to be there for her, to help her feel seen and valued, and he hoped that by keeping the conversation light, he could bridge the gap that had formed over time. As he stood there, wrapped in a moment that felt both fleeting and significant, he silently vowed to himself that he would do betterโ€”be betterโ€”for her sake.






 
CALLA CARLTON
Callaโ€™s lips curled into a sly, knowing smirk, her dark eyes glinting with amusement as she watched him block her path. It was almost endearing, how much effort he seemed to put into looking unaffected. Almost. She tilted her head just slightly, letting her hair cascade over one shoulder like a deliberate afterthought, the gesture both casual and calculated. A faint, low hum escaped her, the sound barely audible but dripping with amusement, as if she were indulging a child who had just discovered how to play pretend.

Fear. That was the word heโ€™d thrown out so casually, like he understood her well enough to presume such a thing. Calla let it roll through her mind, testing its weight, its validity, before dismissing it entirely. Fear wasnโ€™t her language; it never had been. Control? Oh, she knew that intimately.

Her boots tapped softly against the floor as she shifted her weight, stepping forward with deliberate ease. Each step brought her closer, shrinking the distance heโ€™d so confidently assumed was his to dictate. She kept her eyes on him the whole time, letting the silence linger just long enough to draw a faint flicker of unease in his otherwise composed facade. Stopping mere inches away, she let her gaze drop, brushing briefly over the hand that had dared to graze her arm. A subtle, disdainful lift of her brow was the only acknowledgment she gave it before her eyes rose again to meet his. This close, she could see the faint tension in his jaw, the way his pulse quickened despite his calm exterior.

Her voice, when it came, was low and soft, almost conspiratorial, as if sharing a secret meant only for him. โ€œYou think this fear?โ€ she asked, her accent adding a lilting edge to the words. Her tone carried no malice, only the weight of her own certainty. โ€œNo, cariรฑo. This me deciding if youโ€™re worth trouble.โ€ She leaned in ever so slightly, her breath warm against his skin, a deliberate move to test the limits of his composure. Her gaze lingered on him, studying the cracks beneath his polished demeanor with sharp, unrelenting precision. There was always something to find if you looked long enough.

Straightening slowly, Calla pulled back just enough to reclaim the space between them, her posture still relaxed, effortless, entirely in control. She let her eyes flicker to the elevator, as if the door held more interest than the man trying so hard to stand in her way. Her smirk deepened, sharpened at the edges, a hint of challenge glinting beneath the surface. โ€œI donโ€™t owe you,โ€ she said, her tone light but tinged with finality. โ€œNot explain, not glance, not even time it is to say this.โ€ She shifted her weight slightly, one hand casually brushing a strand of hair back into place. โ€œBut if you want, youโ€™ll have to show me... something worth my time.โ€

She turned then, stepping away with a grace that made it clear she was in no rush. Each step was deliberate, her stride easy but purposeful, her head held high as though the very air shifted to make way for her. The tension between them lingered, thrumming in the space she left behind, a deliberate thread sheโ€™d left dangling for him to decide whether to pull. Calla paused abruptly just before reaching the elevator, her hand resting lightly on the button. Slowly, she turned her head, casting a glance back over her shoulder. Her smirk returned, sharper now, dripping with mischief and just enough warmth to make it dangerous. โ€œI donโ€™t do this with all guys. Just ones who look like they keep up.โ€

She let the words hang in the air for a beat before stepping through the door, her departure as calculated as every other movement sheโ€™d made. She didnโ€™t need to look back to know his eyes were still on her. That was the beauty of it. He could chase if he wanted to, try to untangle the mystery sheโ€™d so carefully woven. But the choice was his. When the door dinged open, Calla stepped in but held the frame so it wouldn't close, "You coming or not?"

Mentions: Finn - PotatochipsRlit PotatochipsRlit
coded by kaninchen
 
now playing: black - pearl jam

Naomi was really trying to be merry this Christmas, even though all she wanted to do was crawl back under the sheets and curl up into a ball. The Hayes' Christmas decorations glittered in all of its pink glory, dazzling her eyes. It was as if she had stepped into a Barbie Dreamhouse or something - and normally, she wouldn't mind the eccentricity of it all. But today, it just felt weird to her. Everything did, if she was being entirely honest. Learning how to be independent again after spending her entire adult life up to this point with someone by her side was an uphill battle. Some days were better than others. Today wasn't one of those days. Instead, the crushing loss felt suffocating, as if an elephant had sat down on her chest.

She set her gift down underneath the tree, following Ivy and Oliver into the living room, which had been transformed into a Pepto-Bismol-colored nightmare. Positive thoughts. Naomi had to keep thinking positively. She didn't have to make everyone else miserable just because she was miserable. And everyone knew that negative Nellies weren't allowed on Christmas. Maybe the day after. But she digressed.

Instead of sitting on any of the available furniture, Naomi instead opted to sit on the floor - or, rather, the fuzzy rug resting atop it. The material felt nice to touch. "What's first on the agenda? Gift opening? Cookie baking? Christmas movie marathon? Come on, you know you've got a huge list of activities for us. Unless we're doing something boring like talk." She drew out the last word for effect, teasing her best friend. She was slowly starting to feel more like herself. Maybe faking it 'til she'd make it was the right idea all along.

wearing: all the pictures have all been washed in black
tags: PrincessAveRedfern PrincessAveRedfern (Ivy) faeriehollow faeriehollow (Oliver)
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Naomi Irwin


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

If Monroe could have Cora around all of the time, then all of his projects would get finished in a heartbeat. That was the case for the porch. Within no time, they had put the fence up, securing the door into place in order to fully take advantage of the joys of living life without any mosquitoes to bother him. Though he could have easily...or, rather, not so easily, finished this himself, Monroe was more than thankful for her help. She was really something else, that Cora. If she had never come into his life, then he wouldn't have known what to do with himself. She was so caring, and so helpful, and honestly...a blessing in disguise. He'd never admit that out loud, of course - but he thought it and felt it. That was all that he needed to do.

He took a step back to observe their hard work, a rare half-smile finding its way to his face. "Looks like we did a pretty damn good job, wouldn't you say?" Monroe glanced over at her as he wiped his sweaty palms against his back pockets. "The summer's going to be a whole lot more comfortable now that I can sit out and drink a beer without getting ate up, that's for sure." The porch looked great. Monroe felt great. But there was just one thing that bothered him.

"Thanks for your help, but I don't know how to repay you. As you can see, I'm not exactly in the position to pay you actual money." He tried not to think about his monetary losses, but when he was struggling to pay his few remaining employees as is, paying Cora for her work and time spent helping him with the fencing was out of the question. It was the right thing to do, to pay her, because he had a strong moral compass and wasn't trying to screw anyone out of a reward - especially Cora. "I'm not going to take no for an answer, either. You helped me, now let me help you."

wearing: no ace left in the hole
tags: PrincessAveRedfern PrincessAveRedfern (Cora)
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Monroe Calhoun


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

Molly knew that she couldn't have an audience watching her break into the rink. The would-be skaters would have to leave before she could have a little fun on the ice. Having the rink all to herself - well, almost all to herself, with the mysterious stranger still by her side - was a dream come true. She didn't worry any as they started making their way through the crowd. "Come 'round back with me."

The stairs leading up to the apartment above the rink were at the back of the building. Molly led the nameless guy up to the top, quickly swiping the spare key from its hiding place underneath the doormat and unlocking the door. She was definitely breaking some sort of law here, but the apartment was furnished. And as long as she knew where the owner was, she could stay as long as she didn't get caught.

And with the owner out of town for a couple of days, Molly could easily stay without being detected. But she wasn't here to stay right now. She pushed open the door, closing it behind both of them to block out the cold. She turned to face him, leaning up against the wooden door with a mischievous glint in her eyes. "We're going to go skating. Not now, though - after all of those people leave. Make yourself at home while we wait, 'kay? I sure know I have." And with a cheeky wink, she pushed off of the door and headed to the couch, where she made herself comfortable. Being bad felt good. Now, would this stranger rat her out? She knew damn well that he knew that this wasn't her residence. If he had any right mind, he'd call up the sheriff. But she didn't think he was that type of guy. He wouldn't have been so intriguing if he was.

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


coded by weldherwings.
 
now playing: red hot winter - xylo

Trainwreck was an understatement when it came to Tori. She had never been too stable to begin with, so to add fame to the equation was a recipe for disaster. She was supposed to be the next golden child for the Sinclairs. But instead, she had ended up being cast out and thrown aside after fucking up for what seemed like the millionth time. From an outsider's (the photographer included) point of view, Tori definitely seemed like a hot mess. But if they really knew the truth, then they'd start to understand why she was the way that she was.

That wouldn't be the case right now. She wasn't expecting the photographer to understand where she came from. For all she knew, he was probably going to press charges for the way that she acted. And this time, Daddy wouldn't be there to cover it all up. Tori was really all alone now, and for once, it was finally hitting home. She looked up at the photographer as he began to talk, expecting the worst. But instead, he was trying to...make things right? "You forgive me? After all of the nasty things I said?" Tori's teary eyes got big, blinking a few times. Was she hearing him right? Did he actually mean it, or was he just trying to get her to go away for good? "I guess I'll leave you alone now. Merry Christmas or whatever." She started for the lodge again, this time not even bothering to take a final glance back at a perfectly normal man who had his day ruined by a monster in human form.

wearing: it's a beautiful day for the end of the world
tags: celestialbody celestialbody (Lucian)
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#004ab5
Victoria Sinclair


coded by weldherwings.
 
now playing: 1957 - milo greene

He followed her further into the room, which was modest by the lodge's standard. It had a little nook with a television and couch, a bathroom, and two queen beds - and that was it. Reece couldn't afford anything better than that. Until he got a steady job, this little room was all he had. But Dallas didn't seem to mind. She just made herself at home, taking up a good deal of space on the couch. "Hey, scoot!" He playfully nudged her as he got up on the couch next to her.

"My parents? Oh yeah, they called me earlier this morning. My mom enjoyed the snow globe, though she's still a little pissed that I didn't give her any notice before I ditched home. My dad didn't have much time to talk, he was cooking." Reece shrugged, leaning back against the couch behind him. It was just a fact of life - his mother was always a big chatter, talking his ear off. His father was more of a silent kind, someone who'd rather do than talk, if that made any sense. "What about you? Got any calls from anyone? I'm sure your phone never stopped ringing. You just seem like the type to be popular." And beautiful, too. But he didn't say that part out loud. He didn't want to scare her away. Saying all of those big words too fast was a recipe for disaster. So he bit his tongue and focused on the game playing out before them.

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


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

Mikey couldn't help but laugh at Rachel's plans for the rest of the Christmas festivities. It wasn't in a mean way, either - he just thought it was comical that there wouldn't be any typical Christmas traditions celebrated here. But oh, at his house, it was planned out nearly to the minute. Baking gingerbread cookies, singing Christmas carols, opening gifts - you name it, it was done. He was kind of over that circus. If he didn't value not having to pay rent so highly, he would have been out of there as soon as he could. But free rent was too good to pass up, especially with the housing market like it was right now.

He was relieved that Rachel wasn't mad about her gift not being in on time. He knew that she wasn't going to flip out on him like other people in his life would (*cough* his parents *cough*). And that was why they were best friends. He sipped on his hot chocolate some more before popping out with a "If I don't get to be Toad, I riot. Everyone knows that Toad's the best character." Mikey was matter-of-fact about his Mario Kart preferences. Yoshi was trash. Bowser was even trashier than that. Mario and Luigi? Overplayed. But Toad...Toad had something special. And Mikey appreciated the little mushroom-headed guy for that. "You can't beat a good Mario Kart and food session. Though, we all know who's going to crush everyone." He pointed at himself with his thumbs, grinning widely. God, he loved Christmas.

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


coded by weldherwings.
 
mood :
blissful

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

interactions :
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Samson
;; Casper
If Casper saw any other couple say what he and Zane were saying in this moment, he'd bully them relentlessly. Being absolutely entrancing? Something special happening here? Typically, to him, all the praises sounded like sweet nothings from a cheesy discount romance novel. But coming from Zane's lips, sweet nothings turned into sweet everythings. The words exchanged weren't cheap, they were something solid and genuine, something he never thought he'd hear in a thousand lifetimes.

The rest of the world faded away as they melted into each other's lips, it was only a matter of time before they forgot about the world outside entirely and got lost in each other. As they went on, Casper thought of nothing but the man in front of him. Every action, every sound, every feeling was cherished. Nothing else mattered. He wanted to be able to remember it all, keep this night on repeat in his mind for years to come.

His mind buzzed with happiness as he sat up, tugging his jeans back on. He didn't bother with his shirt, it was warm enough in the room and he really didn't feel like it. Casper just leaned back and watched as Zane finished dressing, a pleased grin he couldn't shake no matter how hard he tried on his face. He never wanted this to end. The thought that he'd grown too attached to this feeling crossed his mind, and it scared him a bit. But his nerves at the potential trouble it could bring did not outweigh the joy that simply existing in the same room with Zane brought him.

There was a silence that filled the room, charged with the infectious energy that remained with them. For a brief moment, Casper wondered if they were going to have to talk about this. Define what this even was. He tried his best to savor these silent moments, knowing it could would all come crashing down if they really talked about what this meant for them.

Instead, a wave of relief passed through Casper's body as Zane spoke and drew attention to the pizza in front of them. Casper laughed. A full laugh full of joy and warmth, the kind that resonated throughout his whole body. "Hell yeah, pizza," he grinned, looking up at Zane. "I think I'm high enough for this now, but just to be sure..." he picked up the bong once again, taking another hit. It had been a hot minute since he'd last taken a hit, thanks to his lips being rather busy doing other things.

He inhaled, exhaled, and then nodded. "Okay. Yeah," he sat for a second, as if contemplating whether or not the pizza was a good idea. "I think it's pizza time!" He shot Zane that magnetic grin, leaning forward and picking up a slice of pizza. He held his slice up, holding out towards Zane's slice, mocking a toast. "Cheers!"
coded by reveriee.
 
Auriela Grace Hale
Constable Daughter/Wild Child
Location
Hale house
"They mean the world to me"
interactions.
A
urie smiled as she looked up at Roman, a playful glint in her eyes.
โ€œIs that so? The happiest youโ€™ve ever seen me?โ€
she chuckled, her voice light and teasing. The warmth of the moment enveloped her as they kissed the top of her head and gave their hand a gentle squeeze, a simple yet profound gesture that brought her a deep sense of comfort. For Aurie, these moments felt like treasures, each one a building block in the foundation of their relationship.

After a few minutes of soaking in the joyful atmosphere, filled with laughter and the delicious smells of dinner wafting from the kitchen, she decided it was time to join her father and Talisa at the table. With a bounce in her step, she made her way over and settled down next to Roman, who was seated beside their mother. The table was alive with conversation, the air filled with the sounds of family enjoying each otherโ€™s company, stories shared over mouthfuls of food, and the clinking of silverware against plates. Aurie felt a sense of contentment wash over her, knowing that she was surrounded by loved ones, all gathered in celebration.

Once everyone had finished their meal, Aurie felt a burst of energy. She reached for Romanโ€™s hand, her eyes sparkling with mischief as she playfully dragged them to the living room. The moment they crossed the threshold, she quickly turned on their favorite Christmas song, the familiar melody filling the space with warmth and nostalgia. It was a song that held countless memories, each note inviting them to dance, to laugh, and to enjoy the magic of the season.

Wrapping her arms around their neck, Aurie gazed deeply into their eyes, her heart swelling with affection.
โ€œMaybe I look the happiest because I have you here with me,โ€
she said softly, her voice sincere and full of emotion. The connection they shared in that moment felt electric, a warmth radiating between them that seemed to synchronize their hearts.

โ€œFor once, Romi-Bear, seeing everyone happyโ€”and hell, even my dad has been smilingโ€”makes me feel this way,โ€
she continued, her gaze unwavering as she leaned in to kiss the top of their nose. It was a sweet and tender gesture, one that encapsulated the depth of her feelings. She could see the joy reflected in their eyes, and it made her heart race with happiness.

As they swayed gently to the music, Aurie felt a profound sense of gratitude for the connection they shared. The living room was alive with the spirit of Christmasโ€”decorations twinkling in the soft light, the scent of pine mingling with the remnants of their dinner, and the sounds of laughter echoing in the background. In that moment, surrounded by family and the magic of the season, Aurie understood that these were the moments that truly mattered. They were the threads that wove together the tapestry of their lives, each one vibrant and filled with love.

She knew that whatever challenges lay ahead, they would face them together. With Roman by her side, the world felt brighter, and the future seemed full of possibilities. As the song played on, Aurie held onto that feeling, cherishing every second spent in the warmth of their love and the joy of the holiday season.








POV - Roman Marshall
โ€‹
Roman relished in all the excitement as they sat at the dinner table with everyone. They joined in on conversations, adoring this moment of bonding between families. They especially loved, however, seeing Auriela continue to grow content with this celebration. Nothing could ever spoil this day for them as long as she continued to walk around with that lovely smile of hers. Her happiness was the most fulfilling part of this get together.

After dinner, Roman thanked the other people for the food, feeling full from the abundance of meals that were prepared. They were then surprised when Auriela suddenly grabbed their hand and pulled them over to the living room, seeing that playful mischief they knew her for. They chuckled softly at her antics, still finding them as fun as every other moment they've shared together.

As they put on their favorite Christmas song, Roman happily joined her in a dance. They gently held onto her waist as the two glided across the room. Roman laughed as they shared this exchange, playfully singing along to the music and swinging Auriela around. They gazed down at her lovingly once they calmed down from their dance routine, now just simply swaying with each other to the soft melody.

Roman could see the soft passion in her eyes, making her look even more beautiful underneath the bright lights. Their heart skipped a beat at the sight. It was these little things in life that they would cherish forever. They giggled from the kiss on their nose, before softly speaking up. "Well, on days like this, it's good to be sharing these moments with the people you care about. That's what makes it all so special."

Roman continued to hold onto Auriela as the two embraced each other. Them both being surrounded by the cheerful atmosphere made this feel so magical. That was the joy of it all. Roman knew that whatever was to come after this day wouldn't matter. Just having this opportunity to be here with her made them perfectly content with everything.

Roman caressed her back soothingly, providing a sense of warm comfort and care for her to feel surrounded with. They thought to themself for a moment, before looking down at her with raw passion in their expression and tone. "You know, there's no telling what the future will bring for us. But, I just want you to know that, no matter what happens, I'll be as happy as can be so long as I have you here." They spoke so tenderly as they gently brushed back some of her hair, admiring the pure innocence and whimsy on her face.

PrincessAveRedfern PrincessAveRedfern (Auriela)
 
Ozelia Mae Bonet

O
zeliaโ€™s heart ached as she listened to Eileen pour her feelings out, the weight of her words settling heavy in the air. Though she prided herself on being a person who tried to find the light in every situation, she knew some things were just too painful to brush off with a smile or a goofy comment. The way Eileen spoke about her mom, the raw hurt and the frustration in her voice, was something Ozelia couldn't just ignore.
She moved closer, instinctively reaching out to place a hand gently on Eileen's shoulder, offering the kind of comfort that words sometimes couldn't. Her usual bright energy dimmed, but not completely. She knew better than to hide behind a false smile when something so real was being shared, so she leaned in and spoke softly, her tone more grounded than usual.
"Eileen,"
she started, her voice warm but steady, trying to provide a space for her to breathe in the storm of emotions.
"Iโ€™m really, really sorry you're feeling all of this. I canโ€™t even pretend to know how hard it must be for you. Losing someoneโ€ฆ itโ€™s not something you can just move on from, no matter how hard you try. And itโ€™s okay, youโ€™re not supposed to just let go like that."

Ozelia paused, her eyes softening as she carefully chose her words.
"I thinkโ€ฆ I think you should know itโ€™s okay to feel like this. Grief doesnโ€™t have a timeline, or a โ€˜rightโ€™ way to go about it. Everyone handles it differently, and sometimes, you just need to feel all of it. It doesnโ€™t mean youโ€™re broken or weak. It just means you loved someone and you miss them. And thatโ€™s okay."

She gave Eileenโ€™s shoulder a gentle squeeze before letting her hand fall back to her lap, offering the girl a soft smile.
"Iโ€™m sure your dad and the rest of your familyโ€ฆ theyโ€™re probably missing your mom too, right? But I bet they still want you to know that theyโ€™re there for you. Itโ€™s okay to not be okay, but itโ€™s also okay to lean on them. You're not a burden for needing support. If anything, you leaning on them could help them as well."

The words felt gentle but genuine, an effort to ease the tightness in Eileenโ€™s chest, even if only a little. Ozelia slipped off her glove and wiped away the soft tears that had started to fall with the back of her hand.
Ozelia looked at Eileen with a softness in her eyes, the brightness of her smile returning just a little.
"And Iโ€™m sure youโ€™ve got this too. It's okay to take a break from the holidays, take your time. But I also hope that someday, when you're ready, you'll find your way back to finding joy in moments like this again. Not because you should, but because you deserve it."

She sat with her for a moment, not trying to rush or fix things but just offering a little light, a reminder that even on days that felt heavy, there was still space for healing, for grace.



outfit:
location:
Main Street

tags:


POV - Eileen Harigold
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Eileen continued to sit there with tears running down her face. She couldn't stop them now that she was fully putting out her true emotions. She felt like she just completely ruined this exchange, especially since Ozelia was doing so much to make things lighter. But, to her surprise, Ozelia continued to speak with the same tenderness and care that she had been this whole time.

Eileen turned to her with her wet eyes, listening as Ozelia just poured out her thoughts and feelings to her. She listened to her words of pure heart and soul. It was astonishing to think about how this woman knew just what to say in a moment like this. It made Eileen feel a roller coaster of emotions. From surprise, to confusion, to something of that of enlightenment. It was as of one of God's messengers was sent down to her in her moment of desperation and vulnerability.

She thought about the words she said, all of them coming from a place of wisdom and understanding. And perhaps she was right. The more Eileen thought about it, the more it did make sense to her. Grief was a normal response to this sort of thing. She wasn't an outcast because of it, and she didn't need to feel that way. Eileen couldn't believe how validated she felt by Ozelia right now. The heartless-ness was nothing short of comforting.

Eileen remained speechless as she sat there, having a bit of a different outlook on her life. Even if she was going through this, she realized that she didn't have to go through it alone. It seemed obvious to her now but, if it wasn't for this moment, she actually might not have realized it. Especially with all her fears and doubts holding her back. She just needed to find her way to cope with her pain. And seeing how she was already presented with the absolute saint the was Ozelia, it didn't seem like that would be impossible for Eileen.

As she felt Ozelia gently wipe her tears away, Eileen felt a sudden rush of warmth and comfort in her chest. This woman was wonderful. She truly was like a guardian angel to Eileen. In that moment, as her tears came to a stop, Eileen smiled softly, a look of appreciation present on her face. Subconsciously, she moved to rest her head on Ozelia's shoulder, not thinking about anything but how truly grateful she was to have her here with her. She was her glimmer of hope that Eileen needed. To know that there will be sunnier days to come.

celestialbody celestialbody (Ozelia)
 
Isabelle Rose Everhart
Author
Location
Jupiter's Bed
"What is this feeling.."
interactions.
B
elle rolled her eyes at him, a playful smirk dancing on her lips.
โ€œWhy do you seem so jittery?โ€
she teased, her gaze flicking up to meet his, an eyebrow arched in mock curiosity. The tension in the air felt almost palpable, and she couldnโ€™t help but find amusement in his discomfort. Finally, she released her grip on her legs and sat up straighter, regaining her composure as she smoothed down the fabric of his long shirt that draped over her, the soft material contrasting with the palpable awkwardness surrounding them. With a deliberate movement, she perched herself on the edge of the bed, creating a deliberate distance between them as if to shield herself from the storm of emotions swirling in the room.

โ€œNew rule: no mention of that ever again,โ€
she declared, her tone light yet laced with an underlying seriousness. The way she pronounced her words held a kind of authority that was hard to ignore.
โ€œSecondly, I did not weasel my way in; the door simply let me through.โ€
She paused for a breath, her expression shifting slightly as she realized how playful she was being in the midst of a potentially serious conversation.
โ€œThirdlyโ€ฆ okay, I might have indulged in that,โ€
she admitted with a hint of mischief in her voice.
โ€œIf a warm body is nearby, I do rather enjoy a good cuddle. Itโ€™s a comfort thing, you know?โ€


Her eyes sparkled with a mix of jest and sincerity, but then her expression turned contemplative.
โ€œBut honestly, weโ€™re both in the dark hereโ€ฆโ€
She took a moment to gather her thoughts, her brow furrowing slightly as she weighed her words.
โ€œMaybe I wanted to see how you would react to me bringing it up again?โ€
A smirk reemerged on her face as she toyed with the hem of his shirt, her fingers dancing along the fabric, tracing its outline as if it held secrets within its threads.

As she sat there, Belle was acutely aware of the conflicting emotions surging within her. Beneath her playful demeanor, she was trying to maintain her composure, concealing the fact that the conversation was affecting her more than she wanted to admit. The way he looked at her, the way he spoke, it all seemed to chip away at the walls she had built around her feelings. Curiously, the animosity she had felt toward him earlier began to wane, dissolving like mist in the morning sun. He was appearing less like the pretentious figure she had once viewed him as, and more like someone she could actually sit down and converse with.

With each passing moment, she found herself drawn to him in ways she hadnโ€™t anticipated. There was a warmth in his presence that beckoned her to let her guard down, to explore the connection that lingered in the air between them. It was confusing and exhilarating all at once, a sensation she hadnโ€™t felt in a long time. The realization both intrigued and unsettled her, leaving her to wonder if perhaps their dynamic could shift into something deeper, something worth exploring.

Belle took a deep breath, the weight of her thoughts hanging heavily in the air.
โ€œYou know,โ€
she began, her voice softer now, โ€œitโ€™s funny how we can go from wanting to throw each other out of a window toโ€ฆ whatever this is.โ€ She gestured between them, the distance she had initially created feeling less significant with each heartbeat.
โ€œMaybe itโ€™s worth considering that weโ€™re more alike than we thought?โ€
Her eyes searched his, hoping to find a glimmer of understanding, a sign that he felt the same tug of curiosity she did.





 
Anthony Redfern
Auto Shop Owner
Location
Redfern Autoshop
"Ready to leave"
interactions.
Lizy Lizy -Brittain
A
nthony stood in the doorway, a playful chuckle escaping his lips as he observed the scene.
โ€œShe wonโ€™t even notice,โ€
he remarked with a teasing tone before crossing his arms over his chest, a smirk playing on his face.
โ€œShe wonโ€™t mind. Honestly, if she was in one and you said it was cute, she would hand it to youโ€ฆ literally.โ€
His eyes sparkled with amusement as he looked up at her, his hand moving from his chest to tousle his hair in a casual gesture.

โ€œSo, Miss Britt,โ€
he continued, his voice taking on a more playful tone,
โ€œother than hanging out with me and my family, how about we spice things up with a little 20-question game to get to know each other better?โ€
As he made his way into the room, he began rummaging through his sisterโ€™s closet, his demeanor light and carefree, like a kid in a candy store.

With a laugh, he added,
โ€œWhat type of Christmas sweater were you thinking?โ€
The way he flipped through the hangers as if he were browsing through a clothing store rack for her made the moment feel even more relaxed and fun. Each piece of clothing he pulled out seemed to spark a new idea, and he held up a particularly garish sweater adorned with reindeer and snowflakes, his expression animated.
โ€œHow about this one? Itโ€™s got all the festive flair you could ever need!โ€


His enthusiasm was infectious, and he couldnโ€™t help but enjoy the playful banter. He glanced back at her, his eyes bright with curiosity.
โ€œCome on, we can make this a whole thing! I mean, who doesnโ€™t love a good Christmas sweater?โ€
As he continued to sift through the colorful array of clothing, he felt a sense of camaraderie building between them, a connection that was both lighthearted and genuine.






 
Hades Hawthorne
Astrologist
Location
Hades Apartment
"God She is something else"
interactions.
H
ades rolled his eyes with an amused chuckle as she playfully dragged him out of the house. He made sure to grab one of his sweatshirts on the way to the car, knowing he'd need it for the chilly evening ahead. As they approached the vehicle, he turned to her, a smile breaking across his face.
โ€œI will drive, because if you crashed or scratched my car, I think I would faint,โ€
he said, half-joking but with a hint of genuine concern.

With a flourish, he opened her door for her.
โ€œAfter you,โ€
he said, holding it open while simultaneously handing her his hoodie.
โ€œIf you get cold,โ€
he added softly, a hint of warmth in his voice. Once she was settled inside, he closed the door with a gentle click and made his way to the driverโ€™s side, sliding in with a sense of purpose. He pressed the ignition button and took a moment to glance over at her, a playful wink escaping his lips.
โ€œI also can never outshine you,โ€
he added with a teasing lilt.

Taking her hand in his, he continued,
โ€œYour beauty will always outweigh any of my outfits.โ€
With that, he buckled himself up and shifted the car into gear, pulling away from the curb and heading toward the tree lot with a sense of excitement.

The drive was filled with light banter and laughter, the atmosphere between them easy and comfortable. Hades felt a thrill of anticipation as they approached their destination. Once they arrived, he quickly exited the vehicle and made his way around to her side, opening the door again with a gentlemanly grace.
โ€œOkay, please find a decent-sized oneโ€ฆ not too big, I beg of you,โ€
he said with a mock pleading tone, though his eyes sparkled with amusement.

As they started their walk among the rows of trees, he couldnโ€™t help but admire the way she moved, her excitement palpable as she surveyed the options. The scent of pine filled the air, mingling with the crispness of the evening, and Hades felt a sense of contentment wash over him. This was a moment they would share, a memory in the making, and he was determined to make it special.
โ€œJust imagine the look on your face when we find the perfect one,โ€
he said, his voice light as they strolled side by side, scanning the trees for the ideal holiday centerpiece.





 
Lawson Blake Hale
Constable
Location
Hale House
"I don't know if I want to kiss her or keep this casual"
interactions.
L
awson glanced down at his arm, feeling the warmth of her hand as it brushed against him. A gentle shiver ran through him, and he slowly lifted his gaze to meet her eyes, which sparkled with a mix of curiosity and warmth.
"Hmm,"
he murmured softly, savoring the moment and the connection they shared.
"I'm genuinely glad you stayed."


With a sense of tenderness, he handed her a freshly cleaned plate, watching as she reached for it. Their hands brushed together, and a smile instinctively spread across his face, a reflection of the unspoken bond between them. The kitchen was filled with the soft sounds of clinking dishes and gentle laughter, creating an intimate atmosphere that enveloped them both.
"Just a few more dishes,"
he added softly, his tone light but sincere, as he turned his attention back to the task at hand.

They worked side by side, the rhythm of their movements complementing each other effortlessly. As the last few dishes were washed and dried, he felt a sense of accomplishment, not just in the chore they had completed but in the shared experience itself. Once they were done, he took a moment to pull her close, his heart racing as he looked down at her, intrigued by the depth of their conversation.

"Enlighten me, Taliโ€”why are you glad you stayed?"
he asked, his voice barely above a whisper, each word laced with genuine curiosity. His gaze locked onto hers, searching for the answer in her eyes, hoping to uncover the layers of her thoughts and feelings. The air around them felt charged, as if time had momentarily stopped, leaving just the two of them in their own little world.



 

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