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Lawson Blake Hale
Constable
Location
Hale House
"I hope she likes Tulips"
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awson had just wrapped up his shift at the police station and returned home, feeling the weight of the day still lingering on his shoulders. As he stepped inside, he glanced at the clock and realized he was running a little behind schedule. A small sigh escaped him, but there was no time to dwell on it—he needed to get ready quickly. Without wasting a moment, Lawson headed straight to his bedroom and into the adjoining bathroom. The warm shower was brief but refreshing, washing away the remnants of his long day. He stepped out feeling slightly more energized and ready for the night ahead.

Rummaging through his closet, Lawson settled on a casual look: black jeans paired with a white t-shirt and topped off with his trusty denim jacket. It wasn’t flashy, but it was comfortable. He ran a hand through his damp hair but didn’t bother drying it; he knew it would air dry in no time. Besides, he didn’t want to waste precious minutes fussing over it.

As he finished dressing, Lawson’s gaze fell on his phone lying on the bed where he had tossed it earlier in his rush to get into the bathroom. He grabbed it and quickly typed out a message to Talisa:
"Almost ready."
With a quick tap, he sent the text and set the phone aside, focusing on the final touches of his preparation. He adjusted his jacket in front of the mirror and gave himself a once-over, making sure everything looked good.

Lately, Lawson had been paying more attention to how he presented himself—something new for him. He wasn’t usually one to fuss over appearances, but ever since Talisa reentered his life, things had started to shift. She brought out a desire in him to put in more effort, not just for her but for himself as well. It wasn’t about impressing her with grand gestures or flashy clothes; it was about showing her that she mattered enough for him to want to be his best self. With that thought lingering in his mind, Lawson grabbed his phone again, checked the time one last time, and smiled faintly as he prepared to head out.




 
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Auriela Grace Hale
Constable Daughter/Wild Child
Location
Carnival
"They mean the world to me"
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urie took her time getting ready, determined to make this day perfect. She cherished Valentine's Day, even if it wasn't officially a holiday in everyone's eyes, and wanted everything to be just right. She curled her hair with precision, creating soft, flowing waves that cascaded down her back. Her makeup was a light pinkish-red look, carefully chosen to complement her stunning red strapless flower dress. Over the dress, she added a matching red shawl. Initially, she considered wearing heels to be closer to Roman's height, but given their plans to visit the carnival she opted for black flats instead. She didn't mind the height difference; in fact, she enjoyed looking up at Roman. There was something endearing about tilting her head back to meet their gaze.

Since meeting Roman, Aurie's priorities had shifted dramatically. She used to enjoy loud parties and nights out, where the music was loud and the drinks flowed freely. But now, she found herself constantly thinking about Roman and wanting to be around them more. She wanted to be the person Roman saw her as and live up to that image. It wasn't about changing who she was fundamentally; it was about becoming a better version of herself for Roman. As she realized the time, she snapped out of her daydreams and headed to the carnival, her excitement building with each step.

Upon arriving, she spotted Roman at the entrance, looking as breathtaking as ever. Her heart began to race, and she felt a flutter in her chest. She quickened her pace until she was in front of them, where she received a tender kiss on the cheek, causing her to blush.
"Happy Valentine's Day, love,"
she whispered softly, her voice barely audible over the sound of her own heartbeat. In her rush, she had forgotten the chocolate heart and card she had picked out for Roman, but she pushed the thought aside. She didn't want anything to dampen the mood.

Her eyes widened in surprise as Roman handed her roses—her favorite.
"Aww, Ro, my favorite,"
she exclaimed, inhaling the scent before wrapping her arms around Roman's neck in a tight hug.
"I love it, thank you,"
she said, her heart full of joy. The gesture was simple yet meaningful, and it touched her deeply. As they hugged, she felt a sense of belonging and happiness that she had never experienced before. It was moments like these that made her realize how much Roman had changed her life for the better. With the roses still clutched in her hand, Aurie stepped back to admire Roman's outfit. They looked perfect, as always, and she couldn't help but feel a little proud to be by their side.
"You look amazing"
she gasped at them in awe.





 
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BLYTHE POTTS

Valentine's Day was finally here, and for Blythe, it felt like the perfect moment to take a leap of faith. For the last few months it felt like torture being around Khaila and not being able to tell the girl how she felt. So, after a little convincing from Honey, Blythe decided that today was the day she was going to tell Khaila.

It'd been a few months since the blizzard where Blythe almost confessed her feelings. The cozy atmosphere and their playful banter made it seem like the perfect moment. But as the snow piled up outside, fear crept in, and she hesitated. She watched as the opportunity slipped away, leaving her with regret.

But now, with it being Valentine's Day, Blythe was determined not to let another chance pass her by. She had spent the last few days thinking about how she could make this moment special. After all, what better day to express her feelings than on a day dedicated to love?

Blythe woke up that morning with a plan. She wore a super cute outfit, bought some essentials (Khaila's favorite flowers, chocolate, and a bracelet), and wrote a letter that detailed everything that Blythe felt for her friend.


As the day went on, Blythe’s nerves began to bubble up. What if Khaila didn’t feel the same? What if she ruined their friendship? This was almost enough to make Blythe chicken out again.

When evening eventually arrived, Blythe left her dorm, marched over to Khaila's and knocked. And waited.... And when Khaila's door opened, words began to spill out like vomit. “Khaila,” Blythe began, her voice shaking slightly. “I know we’re friends, and I really don't want to ruin that, but I can’t keep this to myself anymore because it feels like I'm literally about to explode. But I like you. A lot. And I want to take a chance on us, if you feel the same way... If not I'm super sorry. Anyway, I bought you these." Her face was beet red as she held up the little gift bag and flowers. Maybe the letter was useless.

Mentions: Khaila - ShellBelles ShellBelles
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ARLO RIGGS
Arlo had never been the type to frequent strip clubs, but one night, his cousin Owen decided they needed to check it out. He'd been stupidly shy and was a shy idiot, but little did he know, his life was about to change in the most unexpected way. As he sat at the bar, taking in the scene, his eyes were drawn to a performer named Monica. With her magnetic presence, she lit up the stage. Out of the blue, Monica had decided to talk to him despite the other dancers not giving him the time of day. They'd gotten along, flirted (at least she did), and now he couldn't stop thinking about her.

In the days that followed, Arlo found himself thinking about Monica constantly. He replayed their conversation in his mind, and the more he thought about her, the more he wanted to see her again. He realized he didn’t want their connection to end with just one encounter. So, he decided to take a chance visit the club again, this time with a mission. With his heart pounding, Arlo made his way there, feeling a mix of nerves and excitement. He was determined to ask Monica out and see if their chemistry could lead to something more. As he entered the club, the familiar sounds and lights enveloped him, but all he could think about was finding her.

After a few moments of scanning the room, he spotted her on stage, dancing with that confidence he was so drawn to. She seemed to glow under the lights, and he felt a rush of admiration. Once her set was over, he took a deep breath and made his way over to her. “Hey, Monica,” he said, trying to keep his voice steady as she turned to face him. His hands were shoved into his pockets, trying to seem nonchalant but his demeanor was giving away his obvious nervousness.

“I couldn’t stop thinking about our conversation the other night,” Arlo confessed, his heart racing. “I know this might sound a bit odd, but I’d really like to take you out sometime. Maybe dinner or coffee? When you're not working, obviously...” Now, all Arlo could do was chew the inside of his cheek raw, until he knew her answer.

Mentions: Monica - Lizy Lizy
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AUTUMN BLOOM
Autumn glanced up from her phone, irritation bubbling just beneath the surface as she caught sight of Heston leaning against the counter with that infuriating smirk plastered on his face. The cheerful ambiance of her shop, filled with the scent of herbs and crystals, felt suffocating under the weight of Valentine’s Day. A holiday which she usually loved, but with her issues surrounding Manuel, this year it felt bitter and lonely.

“Really, Heston? A necklace for your ‘beloved’?” she shot back, trying to keep her tone light but unable to hide the annoyance that laced her words. “I thought you were more original than that.” The last thing she wanted to deal with was his teasing, especially when her mind was tangled with thoughts of Manuel’s recent flirtation with another girl. They’d had their ups and downs, none of which she thought were serious enough for him to seek feelings from another. She felt betrayed in a way she didn't understand.

Heston’s playful tone made her heart race with conflicting emotions. She had always found him charming in a frustrating way, and his presence made her want to roll her eyes and laugh at the same time. “You do realize that not everyone is lucky enough to have a romantic partner to shower with gifts, right?” she continued, crossing her arms over her chest. “Some of us are just trying to survive this ridiculous holiday.”

But then, something clicked in her mind. A spark of mischief ignited amidst her frustration. “But if you really are looking for something to give to your beloved... assuming you can find someone willing to tolerate your antics, I might have just the thing.” She leaned forward slightly, a hint of a smirk creeping onto her lips. “I have some new love potions in stock. Guaranteed to make anyone fall head over heels... or at least think you’re more charming than you actually are.”

She rolled her eyes playfully, trying to mask her own disappointment about Manuel with a lighthearted offer. “Come on, Heston, you’d make a perfect guinea pig. Who knows? Maybe a little magic is exactly what you need to finally land a date.” It was a half-joke, but there was a sincerity in her tone. In truth, she wanted to help him find something genuine, even if it was just for the amusement of it all.

As she watched him, she couldn’t help but think how easy it would be to forget her own troubles if they could share a laugh over something so ridiculous as love potions. Maybe this Valentine’s Day didn’t have to be so pointless after all.

Mentions: Heston - PotatochipsRlit PotatochipsRlit
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Hiking Trails











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The fresh snow sparkling on the ground made the forest landscape seem extra peaceful. Even in February it was warm enough to enjoy being outside, especially when Kara was set up on a picnic blanket slightly off of the hiking trail. The odd couple walking down the trail broke the immersion of being totally alone in nature - it was Valentine’s Day, after all - but on the whole, it was a peaceful solitude.

This was definitely a part of Revelstoke that Kara had missed - sure, New York had Central Park, and there was plenty of nature to come by outside of the city, but nothing could quite compare to the Canadian forests she had grown up around.

After over a month of being back in Revelstoke, Kara felt like she was becoming fully settled in. Her shifts working at the Lodge were easy to fall into - it felt like still part of her muscle memory as she helped out basically wherever she was needed. In between shifts she slowly started getting more social, and spent her time hanging out with the new and old friends she had in town, although hangouts were still not as often as they used to be.

Surprisingly, Kara found that she was missing her art as time went on. Not the lofty career goals of a Master's degree or gallery collection - don’t be confused, those were still incredibly anxiety-inducing, and Kara still got stressed at the thought of even showing her artwork to others. But after months of not forcing herself to sit down and draw, her fingers started to feel restless and twitchy. She had started to eye the suitcase filled with her art supplies, the suitcase that she hadn’t planned to unpack, whenever she was relaxing in the penthouse. Eventually she couldn’t ignore the itch anymore, especially not when she had the day off today.

And nature had been what she first started drawing, what had first gotten her into pursuing art as a dedicated hobby and eventually a career. It made sense to return to drawing the same way she had first started. While Kara wasn’t planning to jump back into the art career that she had left behind in New York, she wasn’t upset at the idea that sketching could remain a hobby of hers instead of the dedicated passion that it had once been.

As far as Kara knew, she might just hate these drawings. She might rip them out of her sketchbook, stuff her supplies in the back of her closet, and never touch them again. But right now, as she put her pencil to the pad of paper in her lap and started to sketch the lines of a pair of blackbirds hopping around a fallen tree on the other side of the trail, Kara let herself just be in the moment, focused on nothing but the scene she was transferring into art.



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tw: blood, knives, violence - read at your own risk

now playing: the devil - banks

Victoria Sinclair had officially been pushed over the edge. It wasn't when she had gotten disowned and disinherited by her father. It wasn't when she woke up New Year's Day to find that she had slept with Lucian. It wasn't even that today was Valentine's Day and she had no one to spend it with. No, it was when fucking Casper texted her. It was one thing for him to be leaving this wintery landscape at the end of his vacation, but to hint at him staying for longer than she had anticipated he'd be here for, knowing damn well that Tori was stuck here for the foreseeable future? Casper had fucked her over for the last time. There wasn't enough room for both of them in Revelstoke. And, once she finished with what she had planned for the day, there would only be one of them left standing, and it sure as hell wasn't going to be Casper.

Tori was going to kill Casper Samson. What else did she have to lose? She had lost her fortune (though she obviously had enough to keep her comfortable), her endless supply of boytoys, her drugs, and her friends. She wasn't losing anything else.

She had been watching him over the past few days. Stalking wasn't beneath her. Besides, she was careful enough not to be spotted, even with security cameras and the like. She had found out that he'd be spending Valentine's Day with some loser (and it wasn't even like she was into Casper like that - even when they had been friends in the past, Tori still considered herself to be way out of his league). What better time than now to make her move? On this, the day of love. It was too perfect to not happen today.

But buying a gun was too obvious. And besides, guns were too loud. Too flashy. A knife would be easier to hide, easier to buy, and easier for her to keep a good grip on once it happened. Plus, the ringing in her ears after shooting a gun? Not worth it in the slightest. So knife it was.

She had found out that Casper was going to the local flower shop to buy roses or something cliché like that for his lover. Tori couldn't help but roll her eyes at the thought of the gift being given. Luckily for her, he wouldn't get the chance to give it, let alone buy it. Not if she had anything to say about it. And if her luck didn't run out, he wouldn't be buying anything ever again. Oh well. Too bad, so sad.

Tori decided to go full stealth mode for the dress code. Because, if she knew one thing, she knew that she simply must look absolutely fabulous while committing a crime. A black leather crop top with straps at the bottom, exposing her midriff, leather pants to match, and, fuck it, a leather jacket on top, yet again in black. Black combat boots were slipped on over her feet before she did her face, a sharp cat-eye and blood red lipstick the go-to here. To complete the look, she wrapped a headscarf around her head - not leather, this time it was leopard print - and threw on a pair of dark sunglasses. She slid the knife into the top of her boots so that just the handle barely stuck out. Her key missing piece? Gloves. She hadn't factored that into her plan. But it was too late now. It was go time.

Her sleek, brand new black Lexus sat patiently outside of the flower shop, the tinted windows the perfect cover for if he spotted her. But the poor fool was probably so blinded by - ugh - love that he probably didn't even care. And when he finally ambled along into the shop, an insane smirk crossed her lips. There was no playing nice with Casper. He should have left Revelstoke when she told him to. Maybe then he wouldn't have to meet his certain doom. She'd send flowers to his wake.

There was no deliberating for Tori. She swung the door to the shop open and immediately found her unsuspecting target, her footsteps with speed and purpose as she approached him. And as she plunged the knife into his back, she couldn't help but utter a warning: "Don't fuck with me again." Blood splattered everywhere as she swiftly yanked the knife back out, stuck it back in her boot, and headed back out to her running car, throwing it into drive and speeding off. God, that was exhilarating. Her only regret was that she couldn't get him in the heart. It would have made for great imagery on this Valentine's Day.

But she wasn't going to make a grand escape or anything like that - no, she wanted her face to be known to the entire town. She wanted everyone to know that she wasn't just an idle threat - she meant business. So she drove down to the police station, wasting no time in getting down and requesting an officer. And when the officer met with her, she lowered her sunglasses before speaking. "I'm Victoria Sinclair, and I'm turning myself in for the attempted murder of Casper Samson."

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tags: Lizy Lizy (Casper), ShellBelles ShellBelles (Kingston)
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Victoria Sinclair


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Manuel Barker





































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Manuel ambled down the farm's path, where a slew of booths had been hastily assembled for Valentine's Day. He was genuinely enjoying himself, despite the fact that he and Autumn were in a bit of a mess; their relationship was strained, and he found himself glued to his phone, exchanging heated texts with her.

Just as he was lost in thought, he was jolted back to reality by the excited voices of Darcy's kids. "Uncle Manny! Uncle Manny!" they squealed, tugging at his shirt to grab his attention.
"Come with us! There's a candy apple booth over there!" Their enthusiasm made him chuckle.

"Oh, really?" he replied, tucking his phone away and bending down to their level. He fished out a few bucks from his pocket, handing them some cash with a wink. "Go on, have fun. I'm sure your mom won't mind a little sugar for one day." He watched them scamper off, satisfied that they were in his line of sight.

Darcy, however, disrupted his momentary peace by commenting on his distracted state, leaving him to ponder a bit. But that thought was short-lived as she guided him towards a particular booth..a kissing booth, of all things. "Uhh what.. pfft.. funny jokes today darce," he scoffed, though he was lying to himself; if Mason had been around, he would have jumped at the chance to mess around with it. Just then, his gaze landed on a familiar figure..same hair color, same height. Rowan? But she was wearing red lipstick.. dressed up like cupid. It was a sight to see, baffling even.

His memory of her was sharp, vividly recalling the night he saved her from the blizzard, and a smirk crept onto his lips.

A smirk crept onto his lips as he approached her, wondering what the hell she was doing running the booth. She was undeniably gorgeous, but that didn’t make it any less absurd. With her back turned, she was blissfully unaware of his presence. "If it isn’t the girl who nearly broke my nose," he called out, standing behind her.. looking down and leaning in slightly to catch her reaction. "With a firecracker like you, I’m surprised they let you run this booth… You’re not breaking anyone’s noses, are you?" he teased, a playful glint in his eyes. For some reason, he liked messing with her, she was easy to temper. And for some odd reason, he felt at ease in her presence. Especially with the other night and how she poured her heart out to him about some girl..







































Sure Thing



Miguel









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in her own little world... this girl is kinda cute

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cafe
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Carver
;; Zoe
Zoe feigned indifference towards the cheesy lovefest that was Valentine's Day. But deep down, she saw the appeal. When she saw couples acting all in love, grand romantic gestures and all, she felt her heart give a little flutter. She wanted something like that. She'd never had anyone to be all romantic with. Well, she'd been in relationships before just never with anyone she was all that... attracted to.

As much as she wanted to put herself out there, get involved in the local dating scene, she just couldn't summon the courage to do so. It all felt so complicated. Zoe knew she didn't like men, not in a romantic way. But, to be open about liking women scared her. She knew it would really freak her parents out, and they'd given her everything. It would be ungrateful of her, really.

She found a tucked away seat near the edge of the cafe and ordered a hot chocolate. Her gaze drifted towards the matchmaking board within the cafe. She wondered what it would be like to leave a message, or find a message on there meant just for her. But, no one came to mind. There was no one she liked enough to risk leaving a sweet note, nor was there anyone who liked her enough to leave something for her. It was on her really, if she wanted her secret dreams of romance to come true, she knew she really needed to work on being more open.

Zoe's hot chocolate came and she pulled a notebook out of her tote bag. First, she sketched out the plant that decorated the table in front of her, pencil dancing across the page as she occasionally sipped her drink. But, she got bored of the plant and her mind wandered, as did her gaze. She searched the room a bit, but her eyes lingered on a pretty woman sitting near her. She was stunning, the mere sight of her made Zoe's stomach turn a bit.

So, without a second thought, Zoe absentmindedly began drawing. She sketched out the woman's features, glancing up once in a while to reference the woman's face. She should have been nervous that she was being too obvious about it, but when Zoe drew it was like she was in her own little world, completely immersed in her sketchbook.
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Percy Kramer





































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Percy couldn't resist the urge to smirk as she shot him a fierce glare, one that screamed defensiveness. Her words were just as sharp, biting. “Ha, how presumptuous of you to think I want anything from you,” he mused, taking a leisurely swig from his bottle.

“A simple comment has you ready to bite my head off; feisty one.. arent you..?” He cast a sidelong glance at her, his smirk growing wider as his eyes roamed over her outfit, raising an eyebrow in mock curiosity.

“Oh, I can just picture your thoughts: ‘Any guy who talks to me must be trying to hit on me!’ ..Did I hit the nail on the head?” His tone dripped with sarcasm, though he kept his voice low, almost conspiratorial.

Percy wasn't a player, he had only been with a handful of women. And every single one was never made official. He never had the care in the world to commit to such trivial situationships.

There was a glimmer of amusement in his expression, even if his face remained mostly impassive, like a well-practiced poker player.
This woman, whoever she was, intrigued him more than he cared to admit; she was surprisingly easy to read.. but maybe he was wrong about her? The uncertainty weighed on his mind.. and that only piqued his interest further.

“You know, it’s not every day I meet someone who can throw a glare like that and still look so put together,” he continued, his voice smooth. His let out a low hum of contemplation.. adding one last thing.. “its almost impressive.. really.” He was obviously bored, the way his words dragged on, teetering his bottle back and forth precariously.
































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ROMAN MARSHALL
Roman was already joyful at the sight of Auriela being pleased by her first gift of the day. Every time they got to see that smile, their heart warmed up from the love they felt. They chuckled as they smiled themself, holding onto her while she had her arms around their neck. They took a moment to admire the way Auriela looked right now. Her gorgeous red dress that hugged her frame, her long beautiful hair that flowed down to her shoulders, the warm blush that spread across her face. She was definitely a sight for sore eyes. Even more than that, if you asked Roman.

A blush of their own appeared on Roman's cheeks as Auriela complimented them and their look. They laughed bashfully while rubbing the back of their head in a shy manner. Even now, Auriela's affection never failed to get them in such a giddy state. "Aw, not as amazing as you." Roman took a moment to look around the carnival, now getting a rush of excitement for all the things they had planned with Auriela. They looked back down at her fondly as they put their arm around her, beginning to walk together. "I hope you're ready. Today's gonna be filled with lots of special things for you."

It was true. Roman planned to do nothing more than to spoil Auriela. As their special one, she deserved it. But then again, Roman practically spoils her on every date they went on. The two of them strolled together as Roman brought the pretty lady over to one of the food stands. They bought a milkshake that had two straws for the two of them to share it. A classic romantic act between two lovers. The two lovebirds than sat at a nearby table together, sipping on their milkshake together.

You could practically see the hearts in Roman's eyes as they gazed lovingly into Auriela's. They could never get tired of staring at the sparkle in those soft, hazel eyes of hers. They wore a tender smile, as lovestruck by the woman in front of them. They thought back to their first date again. Auriela still had that sweet, innocent look in her eyes as that day. It made Roman's heartbeat rise everytime. They felt a strong connection to her ever since, and that feeling had never gone away.

"You know," Roman began as they shared the moment. "It's always nice to see you enjoying yourself. It reminds me of the first time we went out together. You were always having fun." Roman could still see that out-going woman in Auriela. She never let anything stop her from having a good time. They had always admired that about her. She was just so fearless. So out there. They used to envy her confidence in a sense. But ever since they started spending more and more time together, Auriela brought out that adventure in Roman too. It was so nice.



Mentions: PrincessAveRedfern PrincessAveRedfern - Auriela
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Heston Barker





































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Heston arched an eyebrow playfully as her gaze finally locked onto his, but the expression she wore was not one of warmth. Instead, it only fueled his amusement, his smirk expanding further on his face. “Look at you, geez, it was like you were on the verge of turning that phone into splinters,” he teased, intent on prodding her for the reason behind her irritation. Yet, for once, he refrained from pushing too hard.

“Yes..? a necklace for my beloved?..And its very..original..mind you. Lighten up..Today’s all about love..romance, friendships, you can slap that ‘love’ label on anything.” He winked at her, clearly reveling in his own humor, although her response was a mere crossing of her arms, a gesture he mimicked with his own sturdy, imposing arms.

"I might not.. be lucky enough or whatever, but I’ve got you for today, and you’ve got me. So, what’s a better use of your time..your phone or me? I can guarantee I’m less likely to drive you up the wall," he grinned, pausing for effect. "Well, maybe... no promises on that," he snickered, raising an eyebrow at her suggestion of a love potion.

"Love potion, huh? That’s the most Valentine’s Day cliché I’ve heard all day," he laughed, then corrected her, "And hey, some women actually dig my antics. Love, actually..I like to think of myself as an odd fetish." He chuckled, watching with interest as she leaned against the counter, inching closer to him.

"More charming, huh? Damn, Ms. Bloom, you’re a hell of a saleswoman.. Even if ive got more than enough charm to share.." he winked, fully aware that she was probably fed up with his antics and immaturity.
But he didn’t care..with anyone else, he wouldn’t be so easygoing, but Autumn was different.

She was genuine, unlike anyone else in this town, which is why he felt free to be playful and immature around her.. “Who needs some other person to try it on.. when you got me?” He gestured to himself with playful bravado.. "So, bottle me up or brew that potion..whatever you want. I’ll be your perfect guinea pig," he chuckled..


“Besides, if you want to keep that phone safe from any self-inflicted trauma, you might as well give me a shot. I mean, who wouldn’t want to trade a piece of silicon for this masculine charm?” He gestured to himself, exaggeratedly flexing his arms with an over-the-top flair, laugh spilling over as he awaited her inevitable retort.










































This Is The Day



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nye.



jc clarke.













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shady dive bar she works at.











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One of the best things about working at a sleazy dive bar was that the owners didn’t really give a shit, which meant jc could dress however the fuck she wanted to bartend. So, since it was Valentine’s Day, she had opted for a tight red dress and black leather jacket, paired with some sneakers. If she were going out, she would’ve worn heels, but sneakers would do at work.

She was completely indifferent about the fact that it was Valentine’s Day. Just another day in her book, but at the type of place she worked at, it was typical for sleaze bags to come in, looking for someone to take home. Usually, jc was the target in their eyes, but she made it a point not to go home with customers. If she wanted action after her shift, she’d go find a random at a different bar.

The bar was already getting packed, with jc slinging drinks left and right, often getting tipped in cash which was a bucket on the counter. She was so used to working, it was almost robotic, she went through the motions, lost in her own thoughts.


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KHAILA SIMMONS
Valentines Day. A day that was meant for spending time with someone you love. And there Khaila was, spending it alone in her and her sister's apartment. Mikah was out on a date with her boyfriend. Leaving Khaila to just sit around with the whole place to herself. She was in the living room, just taking a moment to herself. She was dressed in a simple white top, a tan brown cardigan, white pants, and tan sandals. Khaila didn't really have much going on. She never really got out much. She knew she was dull, but now she was starting to feel bad about it.

Especially today. Khaila could only imagine how many other people were out and about, celebrating this lovey dovey holiday with their partner. But Khaila didn't have anyone like that. She didn't have a valentines of her own. That's why she hated this holiday. It did nothing but point out how much of a loner she was. Though Khaila couldn't be too surprised. She always knew that she had trouble talking to people, or giving off a friendly vibe for that matter. She also just assumed that everyone who did hang around her was just being nice. Her and her self esteem issues.

Khaila sighed as she slumped back on the couch. She was about to turn on the TV when she heard a knock at the door. Not thinking much of it, she got up and went to answer. She didn't know who she was expecting. But it was definitely not Blythe. When she saw her friend there, Khaila froze with surprise. She didn't even have a chance to process anything before Blythe began spilling her heart out to her. The whiplash was real. Just a second ago she was sulking about being alone. And now here she was, having her best friend and crush admit her feelings.

Khaila could do nothing but just stand and stare in complete and utter shock as she listened to Blythe's confession. There's no way this was happening. For a second, Khaila thought that this was a joke. But the look on Blythe's face said otherwise. Khaila glanced at the gifts in the blue-haired girl's hands. Iris flowers and chocolate. Khaila didn't say anything, but she took the stuff from Blythe. She had also eyed the note there from Blythe. She opened it up and read it, becoming more and more dumbfounded as she did. This wasn't real.

At least that's what Khaila was thinking. She had to be dreaming. Hallucinating. Whatever. It was just too good to be true. But of course, evidence suggested that this was in fact happening. And Khaila felt like the whole world just shifted into something different. She blinked. Not knowing what to say. She looked back up at Blythe with the most life that's ever been in her cold eyes. She looked at her friend's hopeful gaze and her pretty outfit. There was a few more seconds of silence before Khaila finally spoke up. "Um. Come in," she said as she stepped to the side, allowing Blythe into the apartment.


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Romeo Clarke

R
omeo wandered aimlessly through the bustling 'Cupid's Carnival,' feeling curious and blissful. He'd only moved to the town a few months ago for his new job, so these small town events were still a bit unfamiliar to him, but, there was something about the charm of it all that excited Romeo and pushed him to get out and enjoy the events with the rest of the townies.
He'd made his way to the Kissing Booth first, eager to support the local cause raising money for a nearby farm. He'd donated without hesitation, but when it came to the idea of paying a stranger for a kiss, he decided not to partake in that aspect. The woman behind the booth was certainly attractive, but the idea of participating felt...awkward. Instead, he offered a polite smile, dropping some change in the donation box before moving on.
Next, he wandered through the trinket booths, picking up a few little souvenirs he thought his sister might like. He almost stopped at the fortune-telling stand, his curiosity piqued by the idea of having his love life predicted. But then doubt crept in—what if the reading was bad? What if it was filled with ominous warnings or worst of all, told him he was doomed to forever be alone? He didn't exactly believe in all the fortune telling stuff, but the weight of a bad reading lingering in his mind seemed like more trouble than it was worth. So, he walked away, shrugging it off. He preferred the mystery of his future, anyway.
As he meandered, his eyes caught sight of something that piqued his interest: a love potion making event at a little shop called Moonlit Aura. Intrigued by the idea of mixing up a potion—perhaps more for fun than anything else—Romeo decided to give it a try. A chuckle bubbled up at the thought, and he entered the store, fully expecting a lighthearted experience that he could retell to his sister later when he got home.
The moment he stepped through the door, however, he froze. The store was packed. Everywhere he looked, couples were working together, carefully measuring ingredients, whispering back and forth with amused glances as they created their potions. Romeo’s lips quirked upward at the sight, most people would have felt self-conscious, perhaps out of place, but not him. Surely, there was someone else here just for the fun of it, someone without a partner, who wasn’t afraid to dive into the experience with him.
His eyes scanned the room, eventually landing on a woman who stood out among the couples. She was dressed for the occasion in a mix of reds, pinks, and whites, looking charmingly festive, but there she was, sitting at a table by herself.
With a smooth glide, Romeo made his way over to her table, taking a quick glance around to ensure he wasn’t interrupting anyone. As he approached, he effortlessly slid into the seat next to her, leaning slightly forward to catch her attention. He offered a warm smile, waiting until her eyes met his, and then froze. He hadn’t noticed from afar, but now, up close, he was partially captivated by the way her eyes sparkled in the soft light. It took him a moment to gather his thoughts but he quickly pushed his words out, determined not to come off as some stranger who just strolled up to stare at her.
"Hey there! Hope I’m not interrupting, but it looks like everyone’s pairing up. Maybe you’d be up for holding my hand through this? I may not be used to this potion making stuff, but I've been told I'm good company!"
Romeo kept his smile steady, hoping he wasn’t making her feel uncomfortable with his sudden approach.



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SEBASTIAN HANSON
Sebastian stood at the door, hands shoved into his jacket pockets and his jaw clenched so tight it ached. He probably shouldn't have showed up. He’d spent the last few days avoiding this, avoiding her, telling himself it would be easier if he just let it all fade away. He'd developed feelings for her. Ones that he clearly would not be able to avoid. Which is why he began to pull away, like usual. Yet, here he was.

He lifted the bouquet in his hand. It was something dumb he’d grabbed last minute from the corner store. He wasn't exactly sure why he grabbed them, it's not like they were actually dating. But some small part of his brain hoped she liked them. His stomach twisted as he stood there, waiting, knowing damn well he didn’t have a good excuse for his silence, or for disappearing, or for the way everything between them felt like it was shifting into something heavier than he could carry.

The moment stretched too long. That unspoken tension pressing down on him as he waited, and waited. And when he finally knocked, and she opened the door... He forced a smirk, like this whole thing wasn’t a complete disaster, like he wasn’t already regretting showing up. "Happy Valentine’s Day," he muttered, doing his best to keep his face neutral and light to hide his regret.

Another beat of silence. It sat thick between them, weighing him down. He shifted on his feet, exhaling sharply when she finally asked why he was there. "Uhm... Well we planned a date remember?" His voice came out flat, uninterested. A weak attempt at keeping up the act. "Did you forget or..."

Mentions: Diana - Lizy Lizy
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bitch wtf

location :
lodge, her room
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;; Zara
Zara's favorite Valentine's Days were always the ones spent alone. She didn't want to spend her day putting on a show for some guy. When she was in a relationship, whatever plans were made for the holiday were quite grand. She'd never date anyone that couldn't afford grand. But, at the end of the day, it all felt like a show. Her relationships had all been performances really, manufactured and paid for.

Today, she was alone. She wasn't exactly single. Things were a lot more complicated than that. She technically did have a fiancé, at home not-so patiently waiting for her return. But, that was all an arrangement. Nothing more than a business deal, really. Zara didn't feel anything for husband to be. Well- that's what she'd tried to convince herself. Again, things were a lot more complicated than that.

Here, in a town where no one really knew her, she was single. And being single on Valentine's Day meant she got to go shopping. So, shopping she went. She spent hours looking through stores, purchasing anything any everything she wanted. Money was no object. Mostly, she bought things like clothing and jewelry. Only the most fine, expensive things she could find. And, when she could barely hold on to the bags she had, it was time to go back to the lodge.

When she got back to the lodge, she quickly passed an employee a 20 and gave them her room number. There was no way she was carrying all those bags back up to her room, they'd be delivered to her when the staff found the time to do so, it's not like she needed anything that was in the bags urgently. She headed up to her room and opened the door, ready to get off her feet and rest.

But, upon opening the door, she froze, eyes widening at the sight in front of her. Her room had been decorated for Valentine's Day. Rose petals, full bouquets, and balloons were scattered around. A stack of neatly wrapped gifts were sat on the table. And in the middle of it all was Everett. Her fiancé.

The extravagance of it all would be enough to make most other women she knew melt. Not her though. Instead, her expression shifted to one of perplexed annoyance. "What is all this?" She scoffed, stepping into the room and pushing a balloon to the side. "And what are you doing here?"
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MATHIEU DUFOUR
Mathieu walked quietly beside Emiko, giving nods and friendly smiles to the people who greeted the pair. He had always enjoyed occasions like these, where he could genuinely engage with the community rather than sit behind a desk signing paperwork. Today, the town felt alive. The soft hum of music mixed with laughter, the scent of warm pastries and roasted meats filling the air. It was the kind of day that reminded him why he loved this job.

He kept his hands in his coat pockets to keep warm from the chilly February air, letting Emiko take the lead. She had a way of making people feel seen, like they actually mattered. And watching her work and seeing the genuine warmth in her eyes as she spoke with locals, it always stirred feelings inside of him that he was too scared to admit.

As they wandered through the festival, they stopped at a booth where an older couple was selling handmade candles. Mathieu chatted with them for a few minutes, making sure to ask about their grandson’s recent soccer tournament. Then when they reached Mrs. Bonet’s love fortune booth, he chuckled at the small crowd gathered around. The older woman caught his eye and winked, which only made his smile widen. Of course, she had a fortune ready for him.

Then Emiko spoke, bringing his focus back to her. He turned slightly, taking in the way her gaze flickered over the festival grounds. "A break, hm?" he mused, amusement tugging at the corners of his mouth. "Are you implying I’m getting old, Emiko?" He let his words linger before exhaling, glancing around at the different food stalls set up along the square. His eyes landed on one he knew was a town favorite, a small stand known for their rich, savory stews and fresh-baked bread.

"How about this," he said, nodding toward it. "You’ve been running around all day keeping everyone happy. Let me buy you supper." His tone was light, easy. Just a simple offer between colleagues. Nothing more. And yet, as he looked at her, waiting for her response, he knew better than to pretend it was only that.

Mentions: Emiko - celestialbody celestialbody
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Jupiter Khaing

J
upiter had spent his morning casually avoiding his brother. Mars was always a handful during the holiday of love, and Jupiter wasn’t in the mood to deal with his sibling’s endless antics. His twin had the key to his room, so Jupiter had decided to get out of the lodge early and grab breakfast in town. He ignored the 23 messages and 6 phone calls from Mars, each one more insistent than the last until Mars finally seemed to give up. The last message made Jupiter’s lip curl slightly in amusement—his brother had decided to ask a townie out on a spur-of-the-moment Valentine’s Day date. Which meant he was now free of getting dragged out and around town all day.
Perfect. That was exactly what Jupiter needed: peace and quiet.
He’d returned to the lodge, hoping to escape the lovey-dovey chaos of the town’s festival. His plan was simple: retreat to his room, slip into something comfortable and binge an old black-and-white film. A day of solitude was exactly what he needed to recharge.
Or so he thought.
As soon as he started to settle in, scrolling through his streaming account for something interesting, a sharp knock echoed through the room. Jupiter froze for a moment, his mind racing. Should he just pretend he wasn’t home? It was tempting. The idea of avoiding any potential "bonding time" with his brother was more appealing than ever, especially since Mars had a tendency to show up unannounced and drag him into some ridiculous activity. But Mars had a key, and if it had been him, he’d have walked right in by now. No, it had to be someone else.
Sighing, Jupiter pushed himself off the chair and strode toward the door. When he cracked it open, he was met with the sight of Isabelle standing on the other side. The redhead had become a somewhat familiar face to him recently, but seeing her on Valentine’s Day? That was a surprise.
"Isabelle."
He opened the door a little wider, his gaze flicking over her curiously.
"What's up?"



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Connor Bishop





































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Valentine’s Day had a weird way of getting under Connor's skin, leaving him questioning the whole idea behind it.

As he stood gazing at the sprawling grove of trees, a soft breeze brushed past him, carrying the fresh essence of spring, a season he usually didn't care much for, being more of a winter and fall guy.

Still, it felt good, so he snapped a few pictures with his phone, capturing not the birds but the vibrant scenery around him, despite the place being known for bird-watching with all those chirping creatures zipping through the area.

To his astonishment, the park was relatively empty, likely because everyone else was off reveling in some carnival or Valentine’s Day shenanigans.
With his hands shoved deep in his pockets, Connor hummed absentmindedly while scanning the surroundings for any familiar faces..no such luck. For good or for worse, he didnt mind.

So, he pressed on along the winding path that beckoned him to explore higher ground. As nature's symphony encircled him, he noticed a girl painting on a white canvas nearby, half of it splashed with colors.
Something about her sparked a flicker of recognition, making him pause.

The leaves crunched ominously underfoot as he approached, the wind catching her hair and revealing her side profile.

A face he recognized all too well.. Kara.

the girl who once held a significant place in his life, a person he had once entertained fantasies of pursuing romantically.

The weight of nostalgia hit him hard, his breath hitching as he momentarily froze, lost in memories of what could have been… and what had transpired, it was a whole mess.

He realized how strange it felt to harbor such feelings when he assumed they weren't mutual..at least, that's what he convinced himself.
Snagged by curiosity, he stepped closer, the sound of his boots crunching on the ground, making his presence known. Observing her work up close, he couldn't help but admire her talent.. she was every bit the artist she had always been, possibly even better now.

His eyes darted between the painting and her expression, completely absorbed in her own world.
Did she even realize he was standing there? He must have appeared a bit creepy, lingering in the background like some kind of voyeur, but that was just how he was..always observing, never intruding.

His intentions were never malicious, though. “I never thought someone could find birds so… captivating,” he remarked quietly, his focus still locked on the artwork, his voice slicing through the silence unexpectedly.


































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TALISA SKY

Talisa sat on the cold tile floor of her new apartment bathroom, her back pressed against the cabinets beneath the sink. Five pregnancy tests were lined up in front of her on the bath mat, each one obviously positive. She had taken the first one that morning, fully expecting her symptoms to be a fluke. But then the second had a smiley face. Then the third had a plus. By the fourth, her hands had started to shake. Now, staring at the fifth, the reality of it all was closing in like a python crushing her ribs.

Her breathing was shallow, her pulse erratic. This isn’t happening. It couldn’t be. She had been careful. She couldn't stop her mind from jumping to which moment they had that would cause this. They weren't careful. She pressed the heels of her palms against her eyes, pressing hard enough to see static. She had no idea what to do. What the hell was she going to do? She was a model. A MODEL. Her whole career was about looking good, feeling good. This would ruin it.

A sharp vibration against the countertop made her jolt, and she scrambled to grab her phone. Lawson’s name flashed across the screen. Her stomach twisted violently. He had no idea. How could he? He was probably standing in front of his mirror right now, adjusting that damn denim jacket like tonight was just another normal night. Like nothing had changed. But everything had.

Talisa’s thumb hovered over the keyboard. She should just tell him. Rip the Band Aid off. But the words wouldn’t come. Not over text. Not like this. She loved him too much to break it to him this way.

Her other hand instinctively pressed against her abdomen, as if feeling for something. For proof that this wasn’t just a cruel trick of her mind. She had just started settling into life here, finally making Revelstoke feel like home. This wasn’t part of the plan. Her breath hitched, and she forced herself up, gripping the edge of the sink for support. She splashed cold water on her face, trying to steady herself. She couldn’t fall apart. Not yet. With shaky hands, she typed out a response. "See you soon."

She hesitated before hitting send, but the second the message went through, she felt the nausea bubble up inside her. 'How the hell am I going to tell him?'

Mentions: Lawson - PrincessAveRedfern PrincessAveRedfern
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nervous

location :
bar
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;; Clive
The spit take should have been funny. But it wasn't, not to Clive. The reaction made him cringe, feigning a weak smile as he looked away, straightforward, avoiding eye contact. Florence's extreme shock would have been humorous to many other people, but it was a painful reminder of Clive's own actions.

He was a coward. Always had been, probably always will be. His favorite way to deal with things was either running or dodging them. After New Year's, he ran. Florence was important to him, the things he felt got too frightening, so he ran. As if that would free him from the burden of love. Then, when he decided to come back, he avoided texted like the plague, thinking maybe he could dodge. But now that he was here, there was no running or dodging to be done. He had to stay, see this one through.

"I should have texted, sorry," Clive looked down at the bar, a faint blush crossing his cheeks. "It was- uh, this trip was a last minute thing. I'm only supposed to be here a couple days." That was the truth, it was only planned in the last week, he didn't have much time to prepare. Still, a text didn't take much time, he should have done it. "Wasn't really sure if you'd want to see me either."

His eyes flickered back up, finally daring to look at Florence again. He didn't look annoyed, or upset. A good sign. "But, um, I'm here now. Saw you in the window and just thought I'd say hey. So... hey." He smiled softly, offering an awkward wave. "I missed you." He spoke hesitantly, voice wavering as if he was unsure he should be saying these words. But, if he didn't say it, he may live to regret it.
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now playing: i remember - lena fayre

Harriet wondered if she could scheme her way out of being forced to stay. Because, truth be told, all she wanted to do right now was get the hell out of Dodge. Coming to this carnival was a mistake. Maybe she was just too cynical to celebrate the day of love. Harriet wasn't that lucky when it came to love anyway - and when she dropped everything to care for her ailing father, she meant it. She kicked her longtime boyfriend to the curb out of the blue, as if he had never once mattered to her. But he had, and he still did. Though, she had heard through the grapevine that he had just gotten engaged to his new flame. New was blowing it out of proportion, of course, as it had been well over four years since their split.

Four long years that Louis Dunlap suffered. Four long years that her mother, Adrienne, refused to come see him. He died a broken man, both physically and emotionally. How selfish could a person be to not visit a dying man - especially one she used to love? They had been together for five years when she left him. Harriet never knew her that well. All she knew was that her mother was off gallivanting and having a ball without a long-term partner or child weighing her down.

Maybe that was why Harriet wasn't too keen on love. But she didn't want to think about that, and she sure as hell wasn't going to be shelling out money to see some shrink. She knew that she wasn't perfect, but hell, who wasn't? Therapy wouldn't make her perfect. She was flawed from the get-go.

Her bitter self-monologue was abruptly cut short by the appearance of someone - a woman - asking if she had a partner. Ha. Partner. Harriet half-wanted to pop out with some snarky remark about being single, but she knew that it was about the arts and crafts event, not her personal life. "No, I don't. You're welcome to join me if you want, I don't care either way." She shrugged casually, making room for her at the table if the woman were to join.

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tags: @shynebelles (Jo)
pantone
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#bdbcce
Harriet Dunlap


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now playing: something more - sugarland

The inside of Moonlit Aura was quite charming, Mel had to admit. It really seemed like the perfect place to brew a love potion, even if did happen to be some fruity drink in the end. Or were the ingredients undrinkable? Either way, she was feeling pretty good about taking some time to come to this attraction. It would be a nice little activity to keep her in the Valentine's spirit. Every day was filled with love for her, even if it was just in the platonic sense. One day, she'd find her prince charming. The timing just wasn't right yet according to the universe. And the universe was never wrong.

She made her way over to an empty table, setting her purse down on the seat beside her. She figured that it'd probably just be her partaking in the creation of something fascinating, but if someone happened to want to partner up with her, she wouldn't mind moving it. Her brother Dominic, who was ten and obsessed with chemistry, would have loved this. Too bad he was off having fun with his cousin (and sisters). Maybe she could recreate this set up at home later on. Who knew when the next blizzard would hit Revelstoke, anyway? It would be the perfect indoor activity to keep him occupied. Granted, it wouldn't interest Ellie or Lizzie, who were younger and more interested in playing, but Dominic would have a blast.

The approaching footsteps of another person took Mel out of her daydream and back into reality. She quickly moved the purse down in between her feet, glancing up to see if it was someone she knew. And when her eyes met his as he sat beside her, she knew that he was a stranger. A handsome stranger, at that. Could this be...? The hopeless romantic in her was trying to claw its way out, but she didn't want to look like a total goof. When he started speaking, she wanted to just melt - his voice was like music to her ears. But she kept her composure. She sure didn't want to scare him off.

"You're not interrupting, trust me. I could totally use a partner, seeing as the kids up and abandoned me for their cousin." Mel's laughter rang out into the air, a smile coming to rest on her lips. "I guess I'll take you up on the whole 'good company' thing. You're not going to prove me wrong, now, are you?"

wearing: i need a little more bliss
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#d5dddf
Melanie Moore


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Clay Asher Storm
Musician
Location
Apartment
"That was a good walk"
interactions.
C
lay had spent most of the morning out on a walk and jog, enjoying the crisp air, but now he was ready to head back to his apartment—and to Molly. Ever since she moved in, his life had shifted in ways he hadn’t entirely expected. They now shared a room, a bed, and even a closet. He’d insisted she take the bed, but Molly had been adamant that it was his place and that they should share it. It was a compromise that felt strangely natural.

He found himself doing small things for her—things that were completely out of character for him. Love had always repulsed him, after all. The very idea of commitment made him itch; it was why he’d walked out on Darcy when she told him she was pregnant. He wasn’t proud of it, but he’d never been the type to stick around when things got complicated. Yet here he was, on Valentine’s Day of all days, planning to take Molly to the carnival. The thought made him pause—what was wrong with him? Since when did he care about things like this?

Shaking off the thought, Clay opened the door to the apartment and stepped inside. The space was quiet—too quiet. He didn’t see Molly in the kitchen or hear her moving around anywhere nearby. Figuring she might have gone out to visit her brother, as she often did, Clay headed toward the bathroom without giving it much thought. She wasn’t his property; she could come and go as she pleased.

But when he opened the bathroom door, he froze. Molly stood there with her hands gripping the edge of the sink so tightly her knuckles were turning white. Her face wasn’t pale or sickly like she’d been throwing up—it was something else entirely: concern, fear… maybe both.

For a moment, Clay didn’t know what to say. He realized too late that he’d interrupted something private, but her expression sent a pang through him that made him act without thinking.

“Are you okay? Your knuckles are turning white,”
he said softly as he stepped closer, closing the gap between them. Gently, he pried her hands from the sink and held them in his own, trying to offer some kind of comfort. Somehow still oblivious to the pregnancy test that was sitting just inches away from him.





 
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