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

JACE WALKER
Jace sighed at their option but handed his card over without hesitation. “Yeah, we’ll take it. I'll just sleep on the floor.” He grabbed the key from the clerk, glancing out the window at the snow coming down hard. There really was nothing else they could do. There was no way to drive back safely, not with how hard it was to get here in the first place.

After a trek through the deepening snow he pushed open the motel room door, stepped inside, and held the door open for Sutton. The warmth seeping from the room was a stark contrast to the cold outside. "Well," he said, scanning the room with an amused smile, "it's no five-star resort, but I think we’ll survive. Better than being on the side of the high way." He kicked the door shut behind him and shrugged off his jacket, tossing it onto the chair in the corner before plopping down on the edge of the bed. With a grunt, he leaned down, pulled off his boots, and set them aside. "Damn," he muttered, wiggling his toes in his socks. "Didn't realize how cold my feet were ‘til now. Might actually lose a toe tonight. Very tragic."

Jace stretched out his legs, planting his palms behind him on the mattress for support as he glanced up. His eyes flickered with something unreadable, a teasing glint settling in them. "Guess we’re stuck together for a while," he mused, tapping his fingers lightly against the comforter. "Could be worse. I could be some creepy old dude with bad breath and a weird obsession with conspiracy theories." He smirked. "Instead, you’re stuck with me. Handsome, charming, and, let’s be honest, I'm your knight in shining armor."

His smirk deepened as he watched her reaction. "What should we do, then? We could sit in awkward silence, listen to the wind howl, and reflect on our questionable life choices," he offered, tilting his head dramatically. "Or… we could make the most of it. Play a game? Tell some secrets? Maybe I’ll even let you in on a few of mine." This little challenge of his was his way of opening up. He hadn't told her about his past. At least, not in a direct way. He didn't usually tell anyone, but he was genuinely interested in Sutton. If his secret was slipped to her through someone else, he wasn't sure if he'd be able to look her in the eye.

Mentions: Sutton - murphalicious murphalicious
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BLYTHE POTTS
Blythe hit her final target with a triumphant grin as the screen flashed with her new high score. She let out a small, satisfied laugh before finally stepping back from the arcade machine, stretching her arms above her head as if it were the best workout she'd ever done. "Alright, alright, I’m done," she said, turning to Khaila with a teasing glint in her eye. "But be honest, was it really about the tickets? Or did you just want my full attention?" She shot her a playful wink, hands landing on her hips as she waited for the reaction.

With a smug little smile, she strolled toward the prize counter, nudging Khaila lightly with her shoulder. "C’mon, let's pick something out before they shut this place down and leave us to die in the cold." Her eyes scanned over the assortment of prizes, plushies, candy, keychains, and other trinkets. "See anything that screams ‘Khaila’?" she asked, tilting her head. The employee behind the counter, a bored-looking guy in his early twenties, lazily handed Khaila's choice of prize before grabbing something from beneath the counter. A fleece blanket, still wrapped in plastic. "Here, take this too," he said, barely looking up. "Corporate's trying to be all about ‘guest experience’ now, and with how cold it is, might as well not freeze to death on our property since you can't really leave."

Blythe quirked a brow at the man. "Wait we can't leave?" A bit of panic surged in the back of Blythe's mind.

As if delivering the most awful news, he shook his head. "No, roads are closed... And I wouldn't really advise walking."

A pout touched Blythe's lips. She hadn't realized the storm would get that bad. Sure the forecast predicted it but did people actually look at those things? She had an important stream to do later. With the prize secured and the unexpected extra warmth, Blythe led the way to the little seating area in the corner of the arcade. She tossed the blanket onto the bench before plopping down beside it, patting the seat next to her with a small smile. "Guess we’re cozying up, huh? Hope you don’t mind sharing," she teased, draping the blanket over her lap and looking at Khaila expectantly. "Or should I just take all the warmth for myself? We are stuck here for a while."

Mentions: Khaila - ShellBelles ShellBelles
coded by kaninchen
 
GRAYSON HOLT
Grayson followed them into the bedroom, his footsteps light against the floor. As Esme settled Maisel into bed he pulled the chair beside her and sank into it, resting an arm on the edge of the bed. He watched as Esme tucked their daughter in, smoothing the blankets over her small frame, her movements practiced and gentle.

It felt familiar sitting here, in the quiet, watching over Maisel together like they had a hundred times before. For a moment, he let himself slip back into the past. Late nights spent soothing Maisel’s cries, the whispered conversations in the dark, the way they used to be so in sync, always passing off responsibilities without a second thought. He remembered Esme’s tired smile, the way she’d roll her eyes at him when he’d make some dumb joke just to keep her awake during those sleepless nights. He missed it. He missed her.

Maisel stirred slightly, pulling him from his thoughts. He reached out, smoothing her hair back from her forehead in a way that felt automatic. "Sleep tight, kiddo," he murmured. Her small hand barely gripped his before her breathing evened out. Grayson glanced over at Esme and nodded toward the door, a subtle sign they were in the clear.

Together, they slipped back into the living room. The house felt bigger now, emptier in the dim light. Grayson pulled out his phone, connecting to the Bluetooth speaker on the shelf and after a few seconds, soft music filled the space. It was something that had played in the background of their lives long before things had fallen apart.

As Esme settled back onto the couch, Grayson watched her for a moment before taking a seat beside her. Not too close, but not far either. "Guess we still make a pretty good team," he mused, a small smirk playing at the corner of his lips. His voice was softer than usual, lacking its usual teasing edge. The music hummed between them, a comfortable buffer. He leaned back against the couch, his eyes drifting toward her, the way the dim light caught in her hair. "You really committed to that witch role," he added, tilting his head slightly. "I think Maisel might have a new favorite performer."

There was a pause, one that felt heavier than it should have. He hesitated for a second before continuing, his voice quieter now. "It was nice… seeing her so happy. Seeing you so happy." His fingers tapped idly against his thigh. "Almost felt like old times."

He took a breath, feeling the weight of everything that had happened between them. "You know, we... should to talk about what’s been going on with us. Since the divorce, it’s like we’ve just been throwing daggers at each other, trying to find the sharpest one. And honestly, I'm so exhausted. I can't fight anymore." His gaze dropped to the floor for a moment, collecting his thoughts. "I hate how we’ve treated each other. It’s not who we are. Not who we used to be."

His voice grew thicker as memories flashed before his eyes. "The bear attack… It was a close call. I’ve never felt so helpless until I felt those claws... Those teeth. But the last things that were running through my mind were what would happen to Julian if I didn't make it out. That Maisel would grow up without a father. And you… I kept seeing our life before. The one I took for granted. It's like I was dreaming about going back to it, wishing I could fix everything, if only I got a second chance." Grayson’s voice wavered slightly, and he blinked hard, fighting the sudden onslaught of tears. "I don’t want to be a fuck-up anymore. I want to be better for you and for our daughter." He finally met her eyes, scared of what she would say or think. Scared that this ask for a second chance would fail miserably.

Mentions: Esme - celestialbody celestialbody
coded by kaninchen
 
mood :
peaceful

location :
his room
outfit :
mentions :
N/A

interactions :
Florence ShellBelles ShellBelles
Samson
;; Clive
Clive watched as Florence sat down. He noticed how the man didn't make eye contact. From the angle Clive was at, he looked a bit nervous as well. He tried not to read into any of this though. He didn't know Florence well enough to assume anything about his eye contact habits, and he had never been the best at reading facial expressions. Everything was probably normal, he was just overthinking for some odd reason.

He leaned back on the bed nonchalantly and shrugged. "Whatever you want really, honestly didn't think things through too much," he looked over at Florence, giving him a gentle smile. "We can just chat if you want. I think I have like a pack of playing cards somewhere if we get bored of conversation and need something to do." He sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "I don't mind just quiet though either, you just got off work, I totally get it if you need a break from being all social."

Clive glanced around the room, thinking of anything else he may be able to suggest. It hit him that being snowed in may last a while, he wondered how long his guest would stay. He wasn't upset at the thought that Florence may stay a while, it seemed like a good chance to get to know the guy.

His eyes fell on a bedside drawer containing a certain stash he particularly liked using for relaxation purposes. "Oh, and I also have some weed if you're the smoking type. Or edibles if that's something you're into." Clive looked back at Florence and smiled again, hoping that the man wasn't already bored of him.
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Manuel Barker
































DIALOGUE
Manuel let out a low chuckle, casting a sly glance at Mason... "Oh, I know you missed me.. What would you ever do without me..?" he teased, throwing his arms up in an exaggerated gesture that could only be described as theatrical.

The two had practically been inseparable during their teenage years, partners in mischief who thrived on chaos...whether it was sneaking a smoke behind the bleachers, hopping fences to explore abandoned lots, or making a run for it from the local cops after a particularly reckless night, Manuel was always right there with Mason..

When Mason suggested a little playful chaos with Darcy's kids, Manuel raised an eyebrow, a grin spreading across his face... "Oh, you know I'm all in for that!" ..he replied, turning his attention to the kids, who were exchanging curious yet exciting glances.. "Hey, Darce, don’t worry, it’s all in good fun!" he called out, his voice booming with enthusiasm before swooping in to grab Miles, catching him completely off guard.

Being the gentle giant he was, Manuel was always careful, ensuring his playful antics didn’t go too far. After a solid tickle session that left the kids squealing with laughter, he finally relented, panting slightly... "Okay, okay, I give.. This kid's got some muscles.." he laughed, tousling Miles hair, only to receive a cheeky jab in return.

The boy's laughter was infectious, and Manuel found himself laughing along with him heartily, swiping his hair back as he heard the fierce wind howling outside.
Standing up, he peered out the window, squinting against the storm that raged beyond the glass... "Man, when is this crazy weather gonna let up?" he wondered aloud, glancing back at Mason and Darcy, who were exchanging glances... "So, what’s the game plan while we’re stuck in this mess?" ..he asked, a knowing look passing between him and Mason, aware of the unspoken tension simmering between his friends... a little bit too aware. He knew things he shouldn't know.

































Sure Thing



Miguel









♡coded by uxie♡
 
mood :
flirty

location :
lodge
outfit :
mentions :
n/a

interactions :
Aurora murphalicious murphalicious
Macit
;; Stephanie
"Nice to meet you, Rory," Stephanie smirked slightly after the woman introduced herself, noticing the red blush across Rory's cheeks. Steph thought it was cute how flustered she seemed to be getting at her attention. Wanting to know more about her, she payed close attention to Rory talking about having gone out and unfortunately returning just in time for the blizzard. She thought it was sweet how Rory talked about growing up here, and reassuring when she said the power hadn't ever gone out.

She tilted her head slightly, taking note of how she said she didn't have a room here. So, when Rory asked where she came from, Stephanie smiled slightly at the opportunity in front of her. "Well, most immediately, I came from a hotel room right upstairs. And you are totally welcome to that room anytime if you need a place to go, there's definitely enough room in the bed."

Stephanie's eyes sparkled as she let out a soft giggle. "But um, I'm from Los Angeles, California." She grinned as she gave a more serious answer to the woman's question. "I'm a producer, here to shoot a movie nearby." She spoke rather proudly, her profession typically impressed people and she liked that. It was something she had worked extremely hard to get and rise up the ranks in, Stephanie couldn't help but hope to impress those around her with her status, even if it did seem a bit vain.
coded by reveriee.
 
mood :
Guilty, lost.

location :
Redfern Apartment
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mentions :



interactions :
PrincessAveRedfern PrincessAveRedfern - Kennedy
Mckdowell
Bryson
Bryson's eyes narrowed slightly as he took in the nuances of Kennedy's voice... a subtle tension hanging in the air that compelled him to gently rub her arms, as if to soothe the unspoken worries that seemed to envelop her.

He hesitated to pry too deeply, but just as he was about to speak, her voice broke through the silence, asking about how he slept.. "I slept fine... slept like a rock." A soft chuckle escaped Bryson's lips, "As bad as it sounds, the storm really does serve as a perfect white noise." He leaned his head against her shoulder, gazing up at her face, allowing the moment to linger in a comfortable.. yet awkward silence that felt oddly heavy without laughter or lightness.. the usual he recieved with interactions with her, wasn't there.

"Hey, I—" he began, but she interjected, inquiring about his upcoming trip to Paris... The mention of it sent a jolt of tension through him.. he had hoped to avoid that topic.

Not yet.. not now..

"Well..." he said, pulling back slightly and rubbing the back of his neck, "I can't really say for sure... this storm has delayed all the flights, and who knows how long it will last."

A sigh escaped him as he let his arms fall to rest on his knees, his posture slumping under the weight of uncertainty...
When he glanced over, he noticed her gaze was averted, as if she were trying to escape the conversation... "I really hate to say this, Kennedy, but we both knew..." he gestured to the space between them, "that this would be temporary. My stay was never meant to last... i never intended..-" His words were blunt, perhaps too much so, and he cleared his throat, feeling the need to soften the blow.

"I don’t know what I’m going to do," he admitted, rubbing his face in frustration. "I feel like this is what I want... or at least what I should want." His eyes fell to the floor, lost in thought...

"I don’t have a family to guide me, to tell me whether to go or stay, or to offer any advice..." Turning to grasp her hands, he gently pulled her to face him, his eyes searching hers with an intensity that belied his vulnerability...

"You’re the closest thing I have to that... so tell me, Kennedy, what should I do..?" His gaze was unwavering, pleading for her insight even as she tried to look away...
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Finn Erickson





































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    Who does she think she is?
















Finn's gaze dropped momentarily, his thoughts swirling in confusion. What was driving her behavior?.. How could Calla so effortlessly change her demeanor, shifting from playful to piercing in an instant?

It was maddening, and yet he found himself drawn to her, captivated by the challenge of a woman who seemed to play hard to get... But as he reflected on this, a painful realization struck him...was this the same anguish he had inflicted on others?..
The thought gnawed at him, making him question his past actions, where he had treated women as mere fleeting moments, dismissing them as if they were inconsequential...

"Game? You only now see?" Calla's voice dripped with playful mockery, her head tilting slightly, her eyes sparkling with amusement.

Finn struggled to formulate a response, his mind racing as he felt the weight of her gaze. It was reminiscent of his childhood, when his mother would pit him against his brother, igniting a familiar sense of panic within him...
It wasn’t just her look.. it was the underlying implication that he was somehow less than, that he had to fight for validation.

He blinked rapidly, a lump forming in his throat as he fought to maintain his composure, his poker face faltering as his nostrils flared, betraying the storm of emotions brewing inside.

In that moment, he felt an overwhelming urge to lash out, to inflict pain on Calla, to make her experience the turmoil he was enduring... "You don’t know shit about me," ..he spat, finally breaking eye contact and loosening his grip on her chair, as if the physical connection was too much to bear... "This is all it is, a one-night stand, stripped of warmth or... love," he declared, the last few words barely audible, almost as if trying to convince himself of the truth of his words, reminding himself that love was a messy affair best avoided...

Did that make him a coward? Probably..

"Do you hear me?" he pressed, his voice rising in urgency... "You mean nothing to me. What we shared holds no significance," ..he emphasized, his glare hardening as it locked onto her.

In that moment, he felt an overwhelming desire to drown his emotions in alcohol, to bury himself in a haze, hoping to emerge unscathed, as if nothing had ever happened. Feeling...a surge of adrenaline coursing through him, a desperate attempt to shield himself from the vulnerability that Calla's presence had unearthed.

He wanted to believe his own words, to convince himself that he was impervious to the emotional chaos she stirred within him... But deep down, he knew the truth was far more complicated. Calla's expression shifted, the playful glint in her eyes dimming as she absorbed his harsh words...
For a fleeting second, Finn thought he saw a flicker of hurt cross her face, but it was quickly masked by a steely resolve.

"I want many things. None are you. None are what we have happening."

Her words struck him like a physical blow, and he felt the heat of shame creeping up his neck...
He had always prided himself on being in control, on being the one who dictated the terms of any relationship. But here he was, floundering in the wake of her intensity, grappling with emotions he had long buried... Finn clenched his jaw, the truth of her words gnawing at him. He had built walls around his heart, convinced himself that he was better off alone, that intimacy was a luxury he couldn’t afford.

Yet here was Calla, challenging everything he thought he knew about himself....Finn's brow knitted together in frustration as he glared at her, his eyes narrowing.. "You know what? Forget it," he spat, his voice dripping with disdain. "You're just like every other woman I've encountered..utterly insignificant." The words tumbled out of him, sharp and jagged, each syllable laced with a bitterness that surprised even him.

"You strut around here, acting all superior and self-assured," he continued, his tone rising with indignation, "but I suggest you reconsider that attitude." His jaw tightened with each word, a physical manifestation of the storm brewing inside him.

He hadn’t intended to unleash such venom, but the way she loomed over him, her presence both commanding and dismissive, made him feel small...like a lost puppy in need of guidance, desperately searching for a way to assert himself.."Honestly, I'm relieved you don't think of me.. I wouldn't want to be a part of your life anyway," he scoffed, the words escaping his lips like a defensive shield.

With a sudden movement, he pushed himself up from his chair, the scrape of wood against the floor echoing in the tense silence that enveloped them. He stood tall, trying to project an air of confidence that he didn’t quite feel, hoping to mask the vulnerability that threatened to spill over.. "And do us all a favor..go back to Spain.. because clearly, this place isn't meant for you," he snapped, his voice rising in pitch, each word a desperate attempt to push her away.

He wanted his words to cut deep enough to scare her off, to feel the sting of rejection that he was so desperately trying to convey.
It was a plea for solitude..for space that he hoped would resonate with her as much as it did with him.

His gaze narrowed as he scrutinized her reaction..

And..in that moment

he felt a flicker of regret.

A fleeting thought that perhaps he had gone too far... had he?

The anger coursing through him drowned out any sense of remorse... He stood there, heart racing, waiting for her reaction, hoping that his harsh words had countered the sting she had so indifferently put onto him.

































Champagne Coast



Blood Orange










♡coded by uxie♡
 
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mood :
annoyed

location :
lodge
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mentions :
zane

interactions :
rowan murphalicious murphalicious murphalicious murphalicious
Samson
;; Casper
The energy in the room was strange, Casper didn't like it. His newfound, non hooking up dynamic with Rowan had Casper stuck in his own head, overthinking everything. Even as she dropped the subject of last night, he still felt like something was off. He nodded and tried his best to chuckle at Rowan's suggestion. "Yeah, maybe. But first, food."

Casper went to the phone on his room's desk, hitting the button to call up room service. But, he was met with a busy line. Casper sat in the desk chair, taking a few moments to wait. "Hm, line's fucking busy. Maybe everything's crazy because of the blizzard." He set the phone down, looking over to Rowan. "I didn't even want food anyways, I was just trying to change the subject."

He frowned slightly after he said that, annoyed with himself that he'd turned back around and returned to the topic of last night. It seemed like it just had to be talked about though. "Last night was really weird and I hated it." His words were sharp, but his frustration wasn't really directed at Rowan. It was something that just hung there, like a blanket in the air.

"We didn't hook up. We always hook up. What the fuck changed?" He asked. It was a question for himself more than anything, really. And he'd never admit it aloud, but he knew what changed. He did. His time with Zane changed him somehow, and he didn't know what that meant for his future. He felt like it would be wrong to be with anyone else after the connection they had, but that also meant that when it ended he'd be shattered. Casper had never felt like that before. Like losing someone he was sleeping with would completely break him.

He let out a sigh as he looked away from Rowan, eyes becoming filled with worry as he thought about it all. "I fucking hate being a person," he muttered under his breath, just wishing all his newfound feelings would go away, make things so much easier for him. Even through his annoyance though, he felt a spark of warmth as the thought of Zane lingered in his mind. Maybe it wasn't all that bad.
coded by reveriee.
 
Ozelia Mae Bonet

O
zelia let out a short, surprised bark of laughter as Sidney painted a picture of dire circumstances, the people of their town resorting to cannibalism to survive.
Wow. She hadn’t quite expected him to be so survival-minded.
She noticed the muttering to himself since she was standing so close, his soft whispering didn’t escape her attention. But Ozelia didn’t think much of it—after all, she was no stranger to talking to herself. Though her pep talks often stayed in her head. But so what if his internal thoughts just so happened to overflow and spill over, who was she to judge?
Shaking her head with a small smile, she let out a short flutter of giggles before quickly trying to smother the laughter with her hand. His serious tone in describing such a bleak scenario only made it harder to contain.
"Cannibalism, huh? Wow, you're really preparing for the worst, aren’t you?"
She leaned in a little closer, her cheeky grin spreading as she teased him.
"Well, I’m glad I ended up here with you, then! Knowing me, I’d probably volunteer myself as the first course, so everyone else can survive. You’re so well-prepared, I guess I’m safer here with you, huh?"
She let out a dramatic sigh, resting a hand on her chest in mock distress.
"But,"
she continued, trying to keep her expression straight and serious,
"I suppose we could find ourselves in that kind of dire situation ourselves, especially since you only accounted for yourself when you boarded up here."
She paused to think to herself for just a moment before piping up again.
"So here’s my offer—if we run out of food, you and Honey can eat me first. It's only fair."

She paused for effect, then broke into a grin, letting the playfulness return to her features, clearly enjoying herself.
She wasn’t going to let Sidney’s gloominess bring her down. If anything, it made her want to keep things light and fun. She couldn’t help it—optimism was just who she was, no matter how wild the scenario seemed.



outfit:
location:
Sidney's Workshop

tags:
Sidney Lizy Lizy
 
Blair Rosewood

B
lair hadn’t expected Soren to actually give him a genuine response. In his drunken haze, he’d fully anticipated a ‘there, there’ at best, or at worst, Soren would probably point and laugh before leaving him alone. But Soren didn’t do that.
He wasn't condemning or diminishing him for his emotions, Soren’s immediate empathy had caught him off guard.
Blair was the kind of guy who was typically the calm, cool, collected one in a room, the person people went to for answers. Because of that, he often found himself at a loss when it came to needing someone to talk to. He wasn’t used to unloading his worries on others. But here Soren was, offering his thoughts and his listening ear, and for once, Blair didn’t feel like he had to have all the answers. He let out a breath, trying to focus as much as his mind would let him through the haze of alcohol.
As Soren spoke, Blair felt a slight tug in his chest. The honesty in his voice and the clarity of his thoughts were something Blair hadn’t realized he needed. There was something calming about it, a sense of relief, even if it was just a little bit.
When Soren finished, Blair let out a deep sigh and gave a small, grateful smile.
"You’re right,"
he said softly, his voice steady but still carrying the weight of what he'd shared.
"I know… I know it’s not my fault. But damn, it’s hard to watch someone you care about fall apart and not be able to fix it. I just wanna wrap that dumbass in a tight burrito blanket and keep him safe!"
His voice raised a bit as he made a motion with his hands of what could be assumed to have been him wrapping Julian up like a burrito.
He paused, his gaze snapping back up to Soren’s and he quickly put his hands in his lap, clearing his throat.
"When it comes to someone I care about, I don’t want them to think their problems are too much for me. But... maybe you’re right."
He swallowed hard, shaking off the lump in his throat.
Blair met Soren’s eyes again, his expression softening as he looked at him gratefully.
"Sometimes just being there for whenever they do come around is the most important thing. I think... I think I need to remember that. Thank you."
Blair gave a small, wry grin, trying to push past the heavy atmosphere he'd created.
Blair straightened up a bit, his shoulders relaxing as he gave Soren a soft, grateful nod.
"Sorry for the baggage dump, ha! I-I'm okay now. I think I really just needed to get that off my chest, honestly."
Blair chuckled quietly, his usual soft demeanor returning as he leaned back a bit.
Then, as if suddenly remembering, Blair added with a slight smirk,
"Oh, and by the way...why do you keep calling me 'Officer Rosewood'? I’m not even in uniform. You can just call me Blair, you know."
He raised an eyebrow playfully, a soft laugh escaping him as he looked at Soren, feeling a little more at ease now.


outfit:
location:
Revelstoke Lodge

tags:
Soren Lizy Lizy
 
now playing: amarillo by morning - george strait

Monroe didn't feel exhausted at the moment, but he knew that the work that he had done earlier would soon take a toll on him. Add in the cold on top of the premature exhaustion and he'd really be in for an interesting day. Hopefully he wouldn't get sick. Though, he wouldn't necessarily mind getting nursed back to health by Cora. But the actual sickness part...yeah, he'd pass. If he got sick, then he couldn't tend to the farm, and that was the last thing that he wanted. And as he stood there, watching the concern in her eyes, he knew that he had taken on too much all at once.

"I'm sorry, Cor...you know how old this place is. And you know I can't afford to rebuild right now. If the roof caved in on one of these buildings..." He trailed off, taking his hat off of his head and running a hand through his sweat-soaked hair. He shook his head no at her question, adjusting his hat back on his head. "I should have let you know that I was going off to see about the farm. But I didn't want to worry you...and I ended up doing just that." He had gotten used to doing just about everything by himself. With Cora here, he'd have to adapt to the new circumstances.

The warmth from her hand as she took his in hers was a welcome sensation. "I know. I shouldn't have tried to do this all by myself. It's dangerous out here in the cold." Monroe sighed, resting his forehead against hers. "I promise I won't go out in the storm again like a madman. Now, let's get out of the cold and into the warm house." He led her from the barn over to the house, the heat from the house flooding his senses as he entered the mudroom. At least he had made sure everything was secure, even though he had almost scared Cora half to death.

wearing: i ain't rich, but lord i'm free
tags: PrincessAveRedfern PrincessAveRedfern (Cora)
pantone
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#8f705c
Monroe Calhoun


coded by weldherwings.
 
now playing: spirit cold - tall heights

A chuckle escaped Reece's mouth as he watched Dallas plop herself down on the couch. He couldn't quite place his finger on why he found her so...charming? Was that the right word to use? He knew that he was catching all sorts of feelings for her, that was for sure. But coming up with the right words to describe these feelings was the hard part. She was just so effortless, as if just being around her could help him break down his own walls. Something about the way she carried herself intrigued him, and damn, he was melting like an ice cream cone on a hot summer day.

"Reecey's spot, eh?" He made his way over, hesitating just a few moments before finally sitting down in his designated 'spot.' He had to tease her about it just a tad bit nonverbally. Reece adjusted himself on the couch in order to face her, a cheeky smile resting on his lips. "Are you sure you're not just hinting at me sitting next to you? I mean, I know I'm irresistible and all, but if you wanted me to sit close to you, that was all you had to say." He let his words linger in the air, a playful nature to them that just couldn't be ignored. Though he wasn't just going to come out and admit it, his heart felt like it was holding first place in some kind of NASCAR race. It was pounding against his chest as he looked over at her.

Dallas was just inches away from him, but he decided against closing the distance between them with a kiss. He wasn't sure that it was the right time for a little bit of lip locking just yet. Instead, he opted for some simple conversation. "So, what exactly do two people do on a snow day, anyway?"

wearing: let me down easy, let me down slow
tags: murphalicious murphalicious (Dallas)
pantone
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#d6d9d2
Reece Spencer


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now playing: glory days - betty who

Mikey wasn't that good at persuasion, but he knew that it was right up Hollis's alley. Sometimes he could try to blabber, just to make it through a situation, but this kind of thing wasn't his forte. He just sat back and let her convince Wren to stay. Once she had finished speaking, he piped up himself with a simple "C'mon, you know you want to!" And when Wren finally gave in, Mikey couldn't help but feel proud of both himself and Hollis. "Hell yeah, you can't turn me down twice. I could have totally got back at you for not taking me up the first time. There's nothing to be afraid of, you know. You just simply haven't hung out with the king (and queen) of chaos enough yet!" He made some room so that Wren could have his own little space on the edge of the hot tub.

"Hey, as long as you're here, I don't care if you fully submerge yourself in here or just put your legs in." Mikey gave a small shrug. "And as for the bubbles...why not?" He didn't really have a reason for adding all of the bubbles. All he knew was that Hollis had suggested it and he had agreed. "Would you like more bubbles? We could make a bubble mountain."

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Mikey Harding


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Esme Mensah

E
sme sunk into the couch, letting out a small, relieved sigh as the tension in her body began to ease. Her impromptu acting services had finally come to an end and god was she relived she could just sit down for a moment. Her smile tugged at the corners of her lips as Grayson spoke, her eyes flicking toward him just as she sat up straighter.
"Yeah... I think we do make a good team..."
She chuckled softly, a comfortable warmth wrapping around her, as she returned his kind words back to him. Then, she shook her head slightly, smiling to herself.
"God, I hope so. I feel like I strained my vocal cords doing that witch voice. I’d be pretty disappointed if I tried so hard just to not even make at least the top 3 on her list."
Her soft laughter filled the room alongside the music Grayson had put on, though it faltered as the lightness faded away, Grayson’s next words pulling her back to reality.
'Old times'.
The phrase landed in the space between them with a weight she couldn’t ignore. It was a cruel reminder of everything they’d lost. The warm memories of being a team, of late nights with laughter and endless plans, all felt distant now—like they belonged to a different lifetime. And yet, there was still that pull, that aching nostalgia for a version of their lives that seemed so simple, so full of promise. But now, it was hard to shake off the bitterness that followed those old memories.
Esme’s heart tightened as she heard the vulnerability in Grayson’s voice. It wasn’t the same sharpness she had grown accustomed to. It was softer, raw. His words about the divorce, the barbed interactions—they were familiar, and painful. But in that moment, the space between them didn’t feel as wide. She shifted, turning to face him as she forced herself to meet his watery eyes.
"Grayson,"
she said quietly, her voice carrying a tenderness she hadn’t realized was still there. She exhaled softly, her eyes searching his. The familiar warmth in his gaze made it harder to keep her walls up.
"I’ve spent so much time being angry... at you, at myself, at everything. And I know...sometimes that just spills over, and I’ve taken it out on you. And you don’t deserve that. I’m sorry."
Her voice cracked slightly as she said the words, the weight of them finally lifting off her chest. She closed her eyes for a moment, swallowing hard before continuing.
"You’re not a fuck-up, Grayson,"
she added softly, the words spilling out slightly hard, she didn't want him to blame himself.
"You’re an amazing father...you were a great husband. It’s me, I just-I'm trying to do better. To be better."

Esme paused, a painful lump forming in her throat. She hadn't been this honest with him in a long time and she was getting mixed feelings of immense relief and impeding doom from possibly saying too much. It felt like she was finally letting herself be vulnerable again, and it hurt almost as much as it healed.
"Grayson, I-"
Her words stumbled, and she cut herself off, her chest tightening as she fought back the overwhelming emotions that came with saying so much, so suddenly. Her eyes started burning but she was determined to hold his gaze. If he could be vulnerable with her it was only fair she try to return the favor.
"I-I want to be better,"
she whispered, her voice barely above a breath.
"For Maisel’s sake. And yours. I want to be good for both of you."
She wasn’t sure if she believed she could be, but saying as much out loud was a start. A place to build from, at least.
"When I got that call from the hospital I was so scared,"
She shuddered as she remembered the moment vividly. The way her stomach dropped and her limbs went numb. But she had to keep it together, because she didn't know if she was all Maisel would have after that night.
"I...I thought the last thing I'd of ever said to you would of been in anger...and that was an awful feeling. I regret so much..."
She shook her head, pushing away the awful memory, he was alive. He was here. He was okay.
She took a deep breath, before she looked up at him again. There was a softness in her eyes now, a flicker of hope she hadn’t allowed herself to acknowledge before.
"I can’t promise anything, Grayson."
Her voice softened further, her hand reaching out to touch his. It was a simple gesture, but it held everything—her hope, her fear, and everything in between.
"But I’d like to try."

Her hand rested on his, fingers curling around his gently, a silent plea for him to understand. For a moment, it felt like a step, a beginning, and Esme let herself believe that maybe they could find their way back to the peace they once had. That they could rebuild—not as they were before, but something new together.


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CALLA CARLTON
"You talk much. Too much." Calla’s voice became soft, but her rage was slowly dimming. Her dark eyes flickered over Finn’s face, not with anger, not even with amusement anymore, just exhaustion. Like watching someone set fire to their own home and wondering if they would ever stop to see the damage.

Finn stood rigid, his chest rising and falling too quickly, hands clenched at his sides like he was bracing for a fight that had already been lost. She could see it, the way his jaw tightened, the way his eyes flickered with something desperate. He wanted her to react, to break, to give him the satisfaction of seeing her wounded.

But Calla did not break. "This funny," she mused, tilting her head, watching him the way one might watch a dog chasing its own tail. "You push, push, push, make self big. Try make me small. But no, Finn. I not small. You are." Her words landed heavy between them, like stones dropping into still water. Finn’s nostrils flared, his hands flexing as if he was itching to grab onto something but she was not scared of him.

"You want me feel shame? Feel sad? Why? Because you feel sad?" Her lips curled, but there was no real smile. Only something bitter, something knowing. "Not my job to carry your ugly." She pinched the bridge of her nose, as if this conversation was giving her a migraine. "You want forget? Then forget. You want me gone? Then look away." For a moment, she expected him to snap back, to spit more venom, to lash out in a final attempt to regain whatever power he thought he had lost. But he gave her more to go off of. To continue her words.

And that was when her gaze softened, just slightly. A crack in the wall, not enough to break, but enough to let something else slip through. "You are not bad man, Finn." Her voice was quieter now, stripped of its usual edge. "But you hurt self more than you hurt me." She saw it then, the loneliness he refused to name. He was fighting ghosts, ones she had no business chasing with him.

Calla exhaled, shaking her head, not in disdain, but in something closer to sorrow. "I hope you stop fight ghost. One day."

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the blizzard.



sutton sullivan.













mood.

flirty.











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shady motel.











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jace.











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travelbypages travelbypages















Sutton felt frozen to her bones after walking through the snow with her bare legs. At least she had worn little boots. So when Jace had said that he might lose a toe, she giggled a little,
"I think the only part of me that's not frozen is my toes.”
She sat down on the bed, next to him and shivered a little.

She smiled when he said that he was her prince charming, that was for sure.
"And I honestly wouldn't have it any other way.”
She blushed, ever so slightly at the comment.

"Oh I'd love to get into that head of yours. How about poker? Rather than strip poker, secrets poker.”
She was pleased with her idea. She wouldn't have minded playing strip poker with Jace, she was definitely attracted to him, but more than anything she wanted to get to know him. And it helped that she also knew how to play poker really well. In fact, her grandpa had taught her how to count cards, but she wasn't going to admit to that.

"You'll have to go easy on me though.”
She mused.

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the blizzard.



aurora - 'rory'.













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timid.











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location

the lodge.











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steph.











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Lizy Lizy















Rory was a bit taken aback by Steph's forwardness - especially her offering her room to a stranger. But Rory didn't engage in one-night stands, especially because she never felt bold enough to make her sexuality known right off the bat. In her college days, Rory had gone to a few gay bars and hooked up with women there, but that was years ago.

Rory honestly didn't know how to address the room comment, so she just decided to let her move on to the next topic, which was about Steph. Rory couldn't deny, she wanted to know everything she could about the woman, and the attraction was definitely there.

"Oh! How exciting!."
She exclaimed with genuine excitement.
"What type of movie? Where are you filming?"
She had a million more questions but didn't want to overwhelm her.

She took a sip of her drink to try and quiet her nerves ... and her mouth.


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the blizzard.



rowan briar.













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happy.











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the lodge / casper's room.











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casper.











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Lizy Lizy















Rowan gave a half smile when Casper said he just wanted to change the subject. She understood what he was feeling to some extent. Then he began talking, so she just listened to him, nodding.

"I know, I hated it too."
She admitted, then frowning. She couldn't figure out the reasoning why either and it was making her feel trapped.

"I don't know..."
She sighed,
"I feel like I keep fucking things up. My life, with you, with Autumn..."
She honestly didn't mean to bring up Autumn, but it just slipped out of her mouth before she could stop herself.

"I do too, I mean for fucks sake, I'm a real life fucking cowgirl right now. How pathetic is that? I scoop cow shit for a living."
She gave him a pathetic smile.

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dallas beck.













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happy.











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reece.











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She blushed a little when he repeated back to her what she had said, Reecey's Spot.
"You won't ever catch me saying that. Plus, it's you who wants to sit with me. I'm the one who's so ever irresistible."
She teased him back, poking at his chest.

After, Dallas felt the tension between them and desperately wanted to close the distance with a kiss, but she had kissed him first last time, so in her head, he had to kiss her first this time. Would she verbalize any of that? Hell no.

She bit her lip when he began to speak. Slightly disappointed that he hadn't kissed her. She just shrugged at his question.
"If only there was football on."
She fake sighed, dramatically.
"Movie maybe? I'll even be nice and let you pick."
She gave him a sweet, genuine smile.



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Kara.













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The Lodge --> Basement Storage Room











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fieldofclover fieldofclover Naomi











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Kara had been back in Revelstoke for less than a week and the town was already being hit with a Canadian snowstorm on steroids. The howling winds could be heard whipping around the lodge, blowing snow outside the windows that blocked the rest of the world from view. This was without a doubt the worst storm Kara had ever seen.

But the lodge itself was a safe haven from the storm, thanks to Kara’s uncle investing in a robust system of backup generators in case the lodge ever lost power. Because of this, many of the town’s residents had made their way to the Lodge for shelter while they waited out the storm, steadily filling up both the rooms and the lobby itself with people.

As much as Kara appreciated that there was a safe place for people from the winds and snow outside, the sheer number of people in the building was slowly starting to make her feel claustrophobic. She kept feeling like at any moment she would run into someone she knew - even though she had adjusted to being back in Revelstoke, Kara still wasn’t ready to be reaching out to old friends, especially not by running into them unexpectedly.

Luckily, Kara could make up the excuse to herself that taking inventory of whatever was kept in the basement storage room was something that fell within the realm of her vague job duties at the lodge, allowing her to escape the swarms of people for a while.

Kara sighed in relief when she reached the door to the basement storage room, and dramatically sagged against the door as she pushed it closed behind her.
“Thank fucking god,”
she said out loud.

It was only then that she noticed someone else already taking up space in her basement sanctuary.

“Oh! I’m sorry, I didn’t think anyone else would be here.”
Kara started stumbling her way through trying to be semi-professional in front of a guest when she realized she knew the woman standing in front of her.

“Hey, you’re on the Revelstoke Roots team right?”
Kara asked. A few days earlier Kara had joined the town’s new local magazine that was starting up, and she remembered seeing this woman in passing when she had first met Madeline, Revelstoke Roots’ editor.
“I’m Kara, I’m going to be doing an art column.”


“What are you doing down here, anyway? It can’t be more comfortable down here than upstairs in the lodge.”
Even though this wasn’t necessarily the people-less sanctuary that Kara had been hoping for, she wasn’t upset with this unexpected interaction.





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Clay Asher Storm
Musician
Location
Lodge Lobby
"GIrl is reading?.. I like"
interactions.
Lizy Lizy -Diana
C
lay's chuckle resonated through the lodge, a symphony of amusement and surprise dancing around Diana's earnest response.
"Understood, one woman book club,"
he grinned, his playful tone softening the initial jest like winter sunlight melting frost.

"So tell me, what are you reading?"
The question hung suspended between them—more a delicate gesture of social choreography than genuine curiosity. Trapped by the blizzard's relentless embrace, Clay was determined to transform this unexpected encounter into something more than mere idle waiting.

He repositioned himself on the wall, arms folded across his chest in a posture that spoke volumes—simultaneously relaxed and guarded, like a traveler who knows the landscape but remains cautious of its shadows. Revelstoke whispered to him, a nostalgic melody just beyond hearing. Memories tugged at the edges of his consciousness, soft but persistent, like gentle fingers tracing forgotten pathways.

His gaze drifted back to Diana, who sat nestled in the lobby chair with an enviable tranquility. Her stillness was a counterpoint to the storm's wild symphony—unperturbed, serene, a small island of calm amid the lodge's winter-bound turbulence. Something about her ease drew a soft smile to his lips, unexpected and genuine.

"You visiting or do you live here?"
The question emerged direct and unvarnished, carried on a current of genuine curiosity. He wasn't seeking profound connection, just a momentary bridge across the silence imposed by the storm's fury.



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Summer Knight
Musician Writer/ Producer
Location
Lodge Room
"Maybe this is the fresh start I need"
interactions.
ShellBelles ShellBelles - Eileen
S
ummer's excitement bubbled within her, a newfound feeling since the party Molly had brought her to. Her phone buzzed with texts from Eileen, a girl she'd instantly connected with—a rarity for Summer. After the loss of her adoptive parents and the complications with her biological ones, she had built walls around her heart, making genuine connections a challenge.

This vacation seemed to be working its magic, allowing her to lower her defenses and share her number with someone new. It felt like a positive step, a small victory in her journey of healing and opening up.

She had invited Eileen over for a soak in the lodge's hot tub, planning to lend her a bathing suit. However, fate had other plans. The tub was already occupied, filled to the brim with bubbles by other guests. While the idea sounded fun, it wasn't conducive to the intimate conversation Summer craved. She wanted to explore this connection, to understand if Eileen saw her in the same light, even if friendship was all that bloomed.

A knock at the door sent a flutter through Summer's chest. She sprang from the bed, a smile playing on her lips as she made her way to answer. The blizzard outside had dictated her attire—comfort over style—but she hoped she looked presentable nonetheless.

As she swung the door open, her face lit up with genuine joy.
"Hey!"
she exclaimed, her voice carrying a melodic quality that betrayed her excitement.
"Please come in!"
The warmth of her welcome and the sparkle in her eyes revealed the depth of her happiness at this newfound connection, a beacon of light in her often-guarded world.



 



Finn Erickson





































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    Enraged.. i hate this.
















Finn sat like a stone statue, letting Calla prattle on, her incessant chatter crashing against him..

But beneath that calm exterior, a storm was brewing..his rage was smoldering just below the surface, desperately clawing at the thin shield he maintained... It was an unnameable fury...

The words "I hate you" echoed in the dark corners of his mind, fueling a fire that left him seething as he shot her a glare so cold it could freeze a raging inferno.

This was all his damn fault..

of course.

Why had he acted like a fool and approached her again, inviting this circus act back into his life?.. It felt like a sick joke that he was the punchline of, and the weight of his poor choices was crushing him from all sides.

He fought hard to suppress the telltale signs of his turmoil..the deepening furrow in his brow, the breaths that were coming far too quickly..but it was useless. Calla had a way of piercing through his well-guarded facade with her unyielding gaze, making it impossible for him to hide the truth of his discontent.

Her ridiculous assertion that he wasn’t a bad man only twisted the knife further in his gut, as if she saw him as some helpless child in need of guidance.
That notion sent a wave of nausea through him, a bitter reminder his own parents that he loathed, and now he found himself begrudgingly directing that disdain towards Calla..

This was precisely why personal connections with women were off the table for him..he couldn't afford that vulnerability, that undeniable pull that left him exposed.
He forcibly turned away, unable to bear the weight of her gaze any longer, as guilt morphed into a white-hot anger that threatened to boil over. ..
He didn’t want to see her anymore..the mere idea of speaking to her made his throat constrict... Words fled him, knowing they would drip with a toxicity he was keen on keeping buried.

Somewhere deep inside, he recognized her undeserved place in this twisted exchange, but perhaps that was what terrified him the most..she had the gall to look him straight in the eye and challenge him, and doing that made him feel more naked than he ever wanted to be.

He wanted to shout..

"Why the hell do you even care?"

The words clawing at his throat, desperate to break free, but he choked them down, fully aware that voicing such a thought would only widen the rift between them... isn't that what he wanted..?

Instead, he fixated on the way her brow knitted together, her lips slightly parted as if she were about to drop some earth-shattering wisdom..
It made his blood boil... here he was, tangled in a mess of his own creation.

The irony was almost laughable.. he had stepped into this chaos with his eyes wide open, fully aware of the potential disaster lurking around the corner. Now.. standing on the edge of his own emotional cliff, he felt like the biggest idiot alive...

“I hope you stop fight ghost. One day.” Calla’s voice sliced through his chaotic thoughts.. it was a simple statement.. yet it resonated negatively within him.

He loathed that she could see right through him, truly see him, and yet he felt utterly powerless to rewrite the script..
“Just stop,” he finally spat out, his voice low and strained, the words thick with his frustration...

He could feel her gaze burning into him, ..confusion..challenge..disgust..?..
He didn't know.

And that only stoked the flames of his anger... He didn’t want her pity.. he didn’t want her understanding...or whatever it was.

He wanted her to back off, to leave him the hell alone..for him to leave her alone.

Inhaling deeply, he exhaled sharply, forcing himself to be smart for once...

so..

He turned away, snatching up his things and simply walking off, leaving the mess behind him, his hand frustratingly rubbing at his head as he walked right past his brother, to the stairs that led up the hotel.


































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Ivy Hayes
Influencer
Location
Lodge Lobby
"Anxious"
interactions.
Lizy Lizy -Julian
I
vy shook her head slightly, offering Julian a soft smile that didn't quite bring a sparkle to her eyes.
"I'm good,"
she murmured, her tone carefully measured.
"Sorry, I don't mean to be tense. Guess it's the weather."
She deliberately kept her explanation vague, unwilling to unpack the emotions churning beneath the surface. The tension wasn't about Julian—it was something entirely her own.

"So where did you have in mind?"
she asked, falling into step beside him. Her words carried a mix of anticipation and hesitation. Their relationship was a complex tapestry of differences and unexpected connections. Despite their past conflicts, they were both single, and Ivy couldn't deny the spark of excitement that came with their time together.

As they walked, Ivy's thoughts shifted from her own concerns to Julian's recent troubles.
"Glad to see you made it here safe,"
she began, her voice softening. "And also... I heard about your brother." She paused, allowing the weight of her words to settle between them.
"How are you holding up?"

Ivy took a soft breath, aware she was treading into unfamiliar territory.
"I know we don't usually talk about family... but I just wanted to make sure you're okay,"
she added, her voice barely above a whisper. The vulnerability in her tone was palpable, a stark contrast to their usual lighthearted interactions.

Sensing the heaviness of the moment and perhaps her own discomfort with such emotional depth, Ivy quickly pivoted. Looking at him, she took his hand and smiled, her demeanor shifting back to their more familiar dynamic.
"Okay, change of topics,"
she said with renewed energy.
"Let's find this room for us."
She punctuated her words with a playful wink, effectively steering their interaction back to more comfortable territory.





 
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