After seeing this, I wondered if it could be done with toys similarly to how this screenshot was. This is as close as I got it. Please excuse my poor choice of picture location and the photo quality. This took way too long.
Summary: (Y/N) cheering Hannah up when she needed a friend the most.
Word Count: 1.929
Posted: 07th of May 2017
A/N: Hey guys! I decided to write some Hannah imagines too. I never received any requests for her, so if you ever want to request, I am accepting them. I hope that you enjoy this fic. Thank you so much for the love and the support that I am receiving from some of you, I appreciate everything! Honestly. Hope you keep on reading my fics and just request if you want some imagines. Thank you.
- G. x
“Hey Hannah, are you fine?” You worriedly asked her as you noticed that she was crying when she got out of Mr. Porter’s office. You carefully threw the pen on the desk and wrapped your arms around your friend’s body, trying to cheer her up.
It happened that you were in the department’s office as the secretary called you to sign some papers for the administration before going home.
“I’m fine, (Y/N).” She answered as she tried to dry her eyes, but too late because you already saw that she was going through something bad. “Don’t worry.” You broke the hug and you gathered the papers that you had to sign. You observed Hannah and she had dark eyes and a soulless body. It seemed like she was about to give up on her life.
“Nope,” You shook your head as you signed the papers as fast as you could. “we’re going to Monet’s and have a cup of hot chocolate.”
“I’m fine, really.” She flashed you a broken smile and you knew that she felt better, because finally someone stopped her and cared. You knew Hannah and she would never bother people to ask for help.
“No way!” You insisted and you thanked the secretary when you finished what you had to do. “You need to tell me some things and you pour your heart out, because you should let everything out.”
“Thank you, (Y/N).” She gratefully smiled at you and you gathered your backpack that has been thrown on the floor before signing the papers.
“Let’s go.” You grabbed her hand and you excitedly led her out of the office. She laughed at you because of your actions, she appreciated how excited you were because no one ever showed her their excitement whenever they would go out with Hannah. You knew that she needed someone beside her, someone who would give her some attention.
“Hey, (Y/N).” Your friend Zach greeted you as he met you in the middle of the hallway and you smiled at him. “Want to join us at Jessica’s house?” You looked at Alex, Justin and Montgomery, who were standing behind him.
“Sorry, I need to go somewhere with Hannah, maybe next time.” You answered as you chose to help Hannah, instead of hanging out with your close friends. You wanted to make some differences and to help someone who was really in need.
“Go with them, they need you more than I do.” Hannah let your hand go, whilst you shook your head. “Go on.” She uncomfortably looked at your friends and they somehow felt disgusting for what they have done in the past.
“I have priorities here, Hannah,” You smiled at her and declined your friends’ request. You gave a meaningful stare to your friends as some of them had issues with Hannah and they just nodded as they understood what you meant. “and, this time, you are that priority.” You looked at her and she flashed you a wide smile, a true and sincere one.
Hannah has been bullied by some of your friends and you have always despised them because of that. They ruined her reputation and you were trying to fix her once again, trying to help her to find the Hannah she lost few months ago.
“Have fun!” Alex happily said as he knew what you were trying to do. Alex was one of the reasons why Hannah got bullied by some students at school and you hated him for touching Bryce’s list to make Jessica jealous. You hated him, but you knew that he was already feeling sorry about it, so you remained friends.
“Thanks, Alex! See you around.” You smiled at them and you started to walk to the parking lot. You led Hannah to your car and you drove to Monet’s.
You hinted that Hannah was happy to be with you that moment. You noticed her singing softly to some songs that have been played in your car and she would even dance sometimes. Her mood was surely different from her mood in the office before.
“Two cups of hot chocolate.” Skye, a waiter and a student at Liberty High, declared as she carried a tray with two mugs on it. She put the blue mugs on the table and she wished you a good day.
“Thank you, Skye!” You sweetly thanked her and she smiled back at you, relaxing her shoulders a little bit. She started to go back to the counter and you glanced at Hannah.
“Why are you so nice to people, (Y/N)?” Hannah curiously questioned as she took a sip from her mug.
“Well,” You put the mug back on the table as you started to answer Hannah’s perplexities. “I never know what’s going on in other people’s life, Hannah. You should always be nice, because you don’t know what could happen to them or what’s going on with them.”
“Then why your friends never bothered themselves to be nice, not even for once.” Hannah asked as she was referring to your friends’ chaos. You remembered how Hannah spent her time with some of your friends before, but she just ended up crying. All she wanted was to have some friends.
“I don’t know, Hannah. I know them for many years now and they are goofballs and assholes,” You sadly shook your head as you said the truth. “but I really don’t know why they threw their hearts away and be that cruel to you, I don’t know why things happened one thing above the other. The only thing that I know is that I’ve always been here beside you and I will always be here to cheer you up, to stand up for you.”
“(Y/N), everything is just so hard.” Hannah bit her lower lip, trying not to cry. She thought of the events that happened to her, the days when she felt pity for herself. “I feel empty inside.”
“It is Hannah, I can imagine how hard it was. Unluckily, people mess things up and they barely use their brains to think.” You seriously said and you took the cup to sip from your mug. “I can’t undo the past, but you can always talk about it. I will always listen to you and I will never get tired.”
“I am afraid to bother people.” Hannah said. “People don’t trust me anymore, I would get those dirty looks and those meaningful judging looks from the people around me.” Her tears started to roll down her face.
“People suck.” You sincerely said and Hannah smiled at you. She let her tears stream down her face and she took a sip from her mug. “And you know that I will never judge you, I never did.”
“Thank you, (Y/N).” She gratefully said as she looked into your eyes. She found a friend when she needed one the most and you were so happy that you helped someone. Maybe this is one of the steps how to save a life.
“You don’t have to thank me, Hannah. You shouldn’t feel that you are bothering people when you need help, don’t be afraid to seek for some help.” You told her, hoping that she kept it as some good advices. “So, what are you keeping in your heart? What are your problems, maybe we can solve them, together?”
“Uhm…” Hannah bit her lip and she wiped her tears away, drying her red cheeks.
“Whenever you want, okay? Whenever you feel comfortable on telling me.” You caressed her hand in a friendly way. You wanted to make her feel safe and protected.
“No, it’s not that.” She shook her head. “It’s that I want to have a new start, I want to leave my problems in the past. I know that I can trust you and I will always do.” She positively said. Having you beside her motivated Hannah to begin her life once again, to start a new journey, to see things in a positive way.
“That’s the spirit, girl!” You cheered her and she laughed loudly, finally forgetting of the difficulties and the weight in her chest before. “You don’t work tonight, right?”
“Right!” She answered you with a wide smile, her eyes shining and emanating happiness. “What do you have in store?”
“I am thinking of a movie at Crestmont Theatre right now. I heard from Clay that there’s a cool movie about amazing things tonight.” You suggested excitedly.
“Sure, that’s a nice idea.” She nodded her head enthusiastically and you smiled at her. She seemed a little child, excited for Disneyland. “But before that, can we go to my house? I need to change.”
“Yes, of course.” You smiled at her as you both finished your hot chocolates. You both laughed when you had a simple stare. You both felt great and relieved, mostly Hannah. She found someone who really appreciated her presence and a friend.
Once Hannah opened her bedroom door for you, you already felt welcomed in her personal space. You started to wander around Hannah’s room when she entered her bathroom, preparing for your friendly date together.
Her room was clean and rose-scented. The walls were full of posters and pictures and her school desk was clean too, no messy stuffs around. Everything was on their place and the bed was perfectly made too.
“Hannah?” You called for her attention when she got out of the bathroom. You noticed somethings on her desk that amazed you and you were so curious to know what they were all about.
“Yes?” She stopped in front of the desk, putting her eyes on the things that you found on her desk.
“Why are these tapes here?” You grabbed one and you admired it while holding it in your hand. The tape had a cover with some cute drawings on it and there was a number three drawn with a blue nail polish on one side of the tape. “Is it a project?”
“Oh, no.” Hannah smiled widely. “I recorded them just for something.”
“Can I listen to them?” You shook the tape as you were so astonished that someone still used these stuffs. “How many are there?” You put the tape back on her desk carefully.
“No! It’s not that important.” Hannah protested and she took the blue and black shoe box on her desk. She looked at it for a while before she threw it in one of her desk drawers, together with the tape you were admiring before. “There were six tapes in that box with twelve sides, but I might break them because I don’t need them anymore.”
You looked at Hannah and she had a great big smile on her face. She felt good and wanted during that moment, because she finally found someone who could help her, someone who never judged her, someone who wasn’t afraid to stand up for her.
“I don’t need them anymore, now that I have my friend with me.” She winked at you and you both laughed, although you didn’t know to what she was really referring with those tapes.
“Always.” You gave her one true smile and she ran to you to give you a tight hug. You hugged her back and you felt nice that you helped her in a copacetic way.
“Thank you.” Hannah mumbled as she rested her chin on your shoulder, lingering the feeling of having a friend with her. You couldn’t understand for what exactly she was thanking you for but you assume that it was for helping her earlier. “You saved me today.”
Some late leo rankings: the US Rio leos, in order? Thanks!
WHOEVER ASKED THIS, I LOVE YOU. I’ve probably already overly expressed this, but I think the US leos were fucking INCREDIBLE.
1. We all know what this will be: ALY’S AA LEO (Laurie’s Beam leo)
I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again, I am a WHORE for Aly in red. This leo GIVES ME LIFE. And I will be so very, very sad if we never see it in competition again. Obvs it looked good on Laurie in beam final too, but ALY IN RED. I adore the cutouts, and the fact that the mesh extends down the arms. The neckline is shaped PERFECTLY, stylish, but not too low cut. I think the rays of crystals are placed perfectly, they almost radiate from the face, as if to say, look up at me, I’m a star, but it’s also really understated? I also love that it’s a V-neck. I JUST LOVE IT OKAY. IT’S MY FAVORITE LEO EVER.
2. Team Final
ICONIC. No real explanation needed. This would be #1 if it wasn’t for Aly’s AA leo. (Also look at Aly’s abs in this picture, YAS). Like this is just designed PERFECTLY to be a team final leo. The fade of the red, the balance of the navy/stars to the white with red stripes. I know the ‘USA’ is the same on every leo, but I feel like it stands out REALLY well on this one. It looks good on EVERYONE.
These were just gorgeous. And perfect for a qualification leo. To me, it said “Hey, just an FYI, we’re here and we obvs gonna dominate but like we’re not gonna really show it off yet.” Again, this looks good on everyone, but in a more understated way.
4. Simone AA
I mean just look at that leo. It looks incredible on her. I’m honestly SO GLAD no one else wore this leo in competition because the fact that only she wore it sort of said, “Yepp, I’m the GOAT and this is the leo you’ll always remember, just like Mary Lou’s, because I’m the only one who wore it and I SLAYED.” The red and white stripes are placed perfectly. The mesh/see-through sleeves, with perfect placement of crystals up the arms. The blue extends all the way up the back over the inside of the shoulders. The stars on the torso are just… yes? Like Idk how else to describe them.
5. White version of the Floor leo
Idk why I adore this SO MUCH? But I think that the fade on the red into white is executed PERFECTLY. I usually HATE all or mostly white leos (McKayla Maroney’s vault leo, I’m looking at you), but I LOVE this. I think it’s designed extremely well. The gradient on the sleeves is just perfect. I prefer the white ribbon over the red. The placement of the red gradient on the torso is placed REALLY well.
6. Podium Training
Again, Aly in red. I like the US in all red in general. The v neck is great. I LOVE THESE SLEEVES. If I could change anything about this leo it would be the weird line of where the torso portion ends above their breasts? I think this would be beautiful as a mini v neck instead of a mini inverted v neck? But I still like it.
7. The Cursed Leo of 2016
The unfortunate circumstances of this leo aside, I actually like Gabby in this leo? Better than Simone. I’m shocked too. I think it’s honestly designed well. Like really well. If it wasn’t for the superstition…
8. Floor finals
THIS LEO HAD SO MUCH POTENTIAL. It’s perfect IMO, except for the weird ass red ribbon v neck thing. Like imagine this leo without that ribbon, it would be BEAUTIFUL. Especially with how the crystals are placed on the torso, like yes. The sleeves are YES. If you couldn’t tell, I ADORE mesh/see-through sleeves (is there a better word for that?).
BONUS: Training Leos!!
1. Gradient Heaven
2. The non cursed version of this leo (ft. the Dutch!)
3. Blue and Red Party
4. Another White Leo I actually sort of like?
5. American Flag-it-Out
6. Are they Stars? Are they polka dots? WHO KNOWS.
Lil Emily is a kid who learned the art of deception and covering her emotion for the sake of maintaining a perfectly calm facade way too early. She escaped the place of her 6 month-long imprisonment and reunited with her father figure she believed was dead all this time, only for him to go on a mission again and leave her in an unknown place filled with unknown people, glued to a window in her little tower and unwilling to go to bed before he returns, until the exhaustion and the stress of the day take her over, only to wake up early the next day and make sure to be the first one to say good morning to him, be cheerful and be normal
Victoire is built like a model, tall, thin, and gorgeous. From both of her parents she inherited killer bone structure. Vic isn’t as shy about her veela magic, and her platinum hair often has an unnatural glow about it, especially when she’s happy. Literal hair goddess, started out as a redhead but always hated the carrot hue against her skin, so she figured out beauty potions in her very first year at school and that was that. Blue eyes like her parents, not a single freckle, and skin that tans quite easily. Would probably rather die than get a tattoo. Vic can control her veela magic quite well, and has learned to use simple facial expressions to take control of a room.
Dominique appears a lot like her sister, only with a more unique and interesting beauty about her, as well as alternating hair colors. Nobody is sure if she started out as a blonde or a redhead, since she was born like a chameleon. Did come into the world with a face full of freckles, but learned how to use her metamorphagus abilities to hide them after Aiden Dolohov started calling her Spot in second year. Dom has Fleur’s dark blue eyes. While tall and thin, she is a little more athletic than her sister. Resting Bitch Face. Thinks tattoos are the coolest but is secretly terrified of that sort of commitment, but does have three piercings in each ear. She also has killer eyebrows and legs for days (when she was young she looked a lot like a baby deer.)
Louis was never lanky and never looked awkward with his long limbs. He’s always tan, as if he just stepped off the beach, and keeps his light blonde hair short. Annoyingly perfect body, broad shoulders, beater’s build. Louis has his dad’s grin, charming and maybe a little mischievous. Devilishly handsome. He looks a lot like Victoire, jaw and cheekbones perfectly placed. Sometimes he’s too lazy to shave so there’s usually a line of stubble on his jaw. Often shows up every school year with wind burns from spending the summer surfing.
James is built like a beater, tall and sturdy, with strong shoulders and arms. Although his hair is a few shades lighter than his father’s, and even glints red in the sun, it is quite as messy as Harry’s. James has curls that drive the girls mad. After seventh year, James grew it out more, and often wore it in either a bun or pushed back with a headband, both styles he pulled off quite well. James’ smile is as charming as his personality. Two small hoops in his left ear and a few small tattoos, all of which drive Harry and Ginny mad, particularly the latter. Possible beach bum? Cleans up like nobody’s business. Pale blue eyes like his mother and sister, can pull off facial hair like nobody’s business, and often stops shaving when he spends a week or two at home.
Albus is built more like a seeker, two inches taller than his older brother and lithe, muscular but thin. Like his brother, he’s extremely good looking. His dark waves are more windswept than crazy. He has razor sharp cheekbones and a jaw to match. Always clean shaven and smells pretty great. Strikingly handsome. Sun kissed skin and light freckles across the bridge of his nose. “Golden boy.” Has his father’s eyes, as green as grass, as everyone always tells him, and a possible case of Resting Bitch Face (but so does Dominique so it’s okay.) Super intense gaze. Has two tattoos (one on his forearm and a Montrose Magpie on his shoulder, as is customary for team members) that his mother will not know about until he moves out. Also has perfect skin and several scars.
Lily is five-nine, three inches taller than her mother, and just barely thicker than a model. She always keep her flaming locks long and straight and would probably rather die than chop it all off. Actually looks quite a bit like Albus, despite the pair having different hair and eye colors. Seriously, her hair is everything. Lily has an annoyingly photogenic face, much like her siblings, and has completely mastered the sly smile. Has a scar on her left brow bone and nobody quite remembers what it’s from.
Molly is average height, but quite pretty. She has really big eyes, blue, like her father’s, and typical red hair that she prefers to keep cut at her shoulders. Can actually pull off bangs. Molly has freckles across the bridge of her nose and has to wear glasses, but often substitutes them with charms and potions. Actually has a great figure, even if oxford shirts and cardigans don’t always accentuate it. Isn’t that athletic, which is good since she’s shorter than everyone else. Has an abundance of silly faces that can always make Percy laugh yet retains a smart look about her.
Lucy is the shortest of the bunch, coming in at a solid five-three. She also has the best body, even if her legs are a little shorter. Can make messy hair look cute or sexy (but always good) depending on her mood. Has big eyes like her sister, but they’re an interesting mix of blue and green that look especially bright against her brown hair. Always has long hair, like Lily, only hers is somewhere between wavy and curly, much like James’. Heart shaped lips. Has a cartilage ear piercing that threw Percy for a serious loop.
Rose is a mere inch taller than Lucy, and has wavy orange hair that reaches about mid chest, though it’s often messily tied back so that it’ll stay out of her eyes. Rose’s face and arms are covered in freckles, and looks a lot like her mother, which prompts endless comparisons between the two. She’s pretty and petite, with bright hazel eyes and a face that doesn’t need much makeup to seem bright. Has a brilliant smile and a laugh that could brighten Azkaban. Doesn’t know many hairstyles so she really sticks to either leaving it down, wearing it in a ponytail, or braiding it messily.
Hugo looks a lot like his sister, only taller, with blue eyes and no freckles. Unlike his other ginger cousins, he’s actually capable of achieving somewhat tanned skin without turning as red as a tomato. Hugo began as a lanky little boy with knobby knees, a freckled face, and long arms, but eventually his complexion evened out and he grew into his bones, ending up with a sturdy build, much like the rest of his male cousins. Keeps his hair short, and it doesn’t require much maintenance to remain neat. Has a nose and lips much like his father.
Fred and Roxanne both inherited their mother’s incredible hair and darker skin, but their father’s features and green eyes, striking on the pair of them. Fred is a lot like Albus in that he’s a few inches taller than James and thin, though still muscular. His dimples give his mischievous grin a boyish innocence that always keeps him out of trouble. Sometimes, while bumming it with James during the summers, he grows his hair out a little bit, but not much. Also like Albus, he can’t stand facial hair. Definitely has matching tattoos with James. Roxy is Rose’s height, and has glossy hair that is always at its best. Wants a meaningful, mystical tattoo, but can never decide on the right quote.
With the majority of the team drunkenly stumbling around a
little too much to be considered safe for a mission, it was decided that it
would have to be Steve, Bucky, Peter, and Thor to take the trip on their
own. Tony was incessantly complaining
and whining to you that he could go, right up until he made it to the front
door of the compound where his soon-to-be-wife stood stoically, waiting to
shoot him down. You couldn’t contain
your awe as she never even said a single word before he was apologizing for
even considering going alone and promising that he would stay put.
- Theo being overprotective af! - If a guy is flirting with you his there in a heartbeat, packing on the PDA to show that you’re taken - “You need to stop scaring every guy that talks to me away”….“Well I wouldn’t need too if they stopped flirting with MY girlfriend!” - Kisses, kisses and love bites EVERYWHERE - Cuddles because Theo can’t say no to you - Sex, sex and sex. - Both of you teasing the shit out of each other - Him smirking when he sees you wear one of his shirts - “Fuck babe you look so good in my shirt”….“I’m glad you think so because I’m taking it”….“I’m fine with that as long as that’s the only thing you wear it when we’re alone” - If anyone tries to harm you, Theo will hunt that person down and make them regret doing so - Being his first priority no matter what - “No-one touches my girl, or they’ll have me to deal with” - You being the only person that can calm him down
The First Time Mini Imagine
You had been thinking about this all day, actually you had been thinking about for a whole solid month. It wasn’t a easy decision, not for you anyway. Growing up your parents couldn’t stress enough about how important it was to choose the right person, to experience your first time with. They had always said it was best to wait until marriage, because then it was clear as day that the right person would be your husband. And even though you agreed with them, Theo came in and changed everything.
Throughout the day you had been casually avoiding Theo, it wasn’t like you wanted too it just made things easier to think about if you weren’t staring at him 24/7.
“Why do you look so nervous?” Lydia approached you, holding her bag.
“Um, must be my general expression?” you stuttered.
“General expression, is that what your really going to go with?” she asked.
Of course Lydia wouldn’t buy that, she was the smartest person you knew. Fooling her was pointless considering she would notice. “Promise you won’t say anything, especially to Theo?” you pleaded.
She nodded and you pulled her into more to the side to prevent prying ears from over hearing. “I think I’m ready to take the next step of commitment with Theo”.
Praying that she knew exactly what you meant.
“Y/N are you sure? I mean it’s completely up to you but I don’t want you to feel like you have too.
"No, this is all me…all my decision. Theo has no idea”
“Theo has no idea about what?”. Theo waltzed in instantly sliding his hand behind your back.
“Nothing, ready to go?” you changed the topic as fast as possible.
“Yes” Theo said taking your bag from your shoulders, so that he could carry it. Hugging Lydia quickly, you dragged Theo along to the school parking lot.
Entering your house, there was a note placed on the mini table near the door signed from your parents stating they got delayed at the conference and won’t be home until tomorrow night. What luck that was you thought. Theo followed you closely and didn’t need to be told to make himself comfortable, since his been at your house plenty of times before.
“So are you going to tell me what the conversation with Lydia was about?”.
Feeling your insides turn and twist, you eventually said “Just standard girl stuff”.
“Y/N you’ve barely looked at me since the car ride home, what’s really going on?” he was persistent you’ll give him that.
“I told her that I was ready” you could feel your heart pounding, while moving to sit opposite him.
“Ready for what?” he casually placed his hand on your thigh, having no idea the effect of that simple movement had.
“To take the next step with you…I want you Theo to be my first”.
His face showed surprise, that was to be expected considering none of you really talked about taking that step. And not once did Theo ever pressure you too, so it was understandable that it was taken a while for him to process what you just said.
“Babygirl I don’t want you to feel like you have too. I’m perfectly fine with-”.
Placing your finger on his mouth, you spoke. “I want to, I’ve been thinking about it for a while. Theo I want you in every way possible”.
He hesitated, so you made the first move to show him that this was what you wanted. The rhythm was quickly found between each kiss, and you gently leaned back not breaking the kiss. It started off slow, mostly because Theo wanted you to be 100% sure. Once that was established Theo started to get more bold and worked on your neck, to find your sweet spot.
It didn’t take him long and the first moan that came from your mouth you pulled away embarrassed. Theo just smiled, “Nothing to feel embarrass about babe. That was such a major turn on”. Blushing things became more heated, tops flew off and he paused when he reached your jeans, unzipped them yourself to indicate that it was okay for him, Theo then slide them off along with his own.
“God your beautiful” he whispered taking in ever detail about your body.
Both of you were just left in your undergarments. You wearing a simple black bra and underwear combination, and Theo wearing grey boxers that outlined him very well.
“We can stop right now if you’ve changed your mind” he said.
“I haven’t changed my mind, Theo I’m all in…I want to do this” you reassured him again.
This was the part where both of you were going to be fully exposed to the other, his hands carefully un-clipped the back of your bra and he threw it on the floor. He mouth sucked on each of your breasts, and the sensation was odd but yet it felt incredible. Next to go was your underwear along with his.
Your face went wide when you saw how big he was. “Wow” was all you said.
“I hope that’s a good wow” he chuckled and kissed along your neck, biting down on your sweet spot. “It’s a very, very good wow” you responded, starching down his back.
“Are you ready?” he asked, taking out protection wrapping it around and position himself at your entrance.
“Just go slow, okay”
The feeling was unlike anything you could describe, how connected you felt to him at this very moment was amazing. Indicating that it was okay for him to move, he let you get use to the pace and him before the pleasure sensors hit and nothing could stop the two of you from repeating each others name over and over.
“That was…I can’t even find words to describe how amazing that was. Theo I’m glad you were my first” you told him.
Kissing the top of your head he pulled you close allowing your body to fit perfectly in his. Tonight was without a doubt a moment that neither of you would ever forget.
***Warning: VERY ANGSTY*** I’m going to go ahead and put a Trigger Warning on this, too. If you’re triggered by depression, especially because of the loss of a loved one, you probably shouldn’t read this.
I’m actually very proud of this fic. And I hope you like it, too!
Fun fact: It was the middle of the night when I randomly decided to read the rough draft of this. I started doing some light editing - correcting grammar mistakes and all that - when all these phrases began coming to me and I started writing them into the fic, and before I knew it, I had finished it! And I’m proud of myself :) so I wanted to share that.
But anyway! I’ll shut up and let you read, lol. Feedback is greatly appreciated!
His hands clenched into fists as he stared down at your soulless body - dressed in nice clothes and displayed for tearful eyes to mourn over. His chest felt tight, his mouth was dry, his head hurt, it was as if his dark sorrow, which he refused to show to the people around, was manifesting itself in the form of physical pain. In truth, Soryu had experienced a lot of physical pain in his lifetime. Bullets, knives, punches. He had come into contact with all of it because of his job. But none of that stood a chance against the heart-shredding pain of this moment, which didn’t ease with time. He felt like screaming, like clutching his gun and shooting everything in sight. It felt like a deep, inner evil was bubbling up inside him, filling him with rage and madness and ever-worsening sorrow.
‘Why?!’ His conscience yelled. ‘Why couldn’t I protect her?! Protect her and guard her like I swore to?!’ He blamed himself. It was a bullet that tore through your heart, condemning you to death instantly. The bullet of a gunman of a rival gang that no longer exists. No, Soryu had those despicable excuses for human beings put to death at once when you fell to the ground in a pool of blood.
He replayed the scene endlessly in his mind, forcing himself to relive the moment when he allowed you to suffer, when we wasn’t strong enough to save your precious life. To some, it would be torture. To him, it was a punishment. It was what he deserved. He truly believed that he should have to live with the horrible guilt. It was the only thing keeping him from firing a silver bullet into his own broken heart. 'One form of pain for another, I guess.’
His eyes focused on your body. Everything he loved about you had been tossed away; your liveliness - forever silenced. Your smile - forced into a frown. Your kindness - never to be presented again. The color of your skin was drained into a pale gray. Your hair had lost it’s luster. The giggle you’d have given upon catching him staring at you never left your dry lips. A little subdued makeup kept you looking semi-alive, but everything else was off.
Soryu heard your familiar laugh echo in his mind, a memory that would surely haunt him in his dreams/nightmares. He stared and stared at your corpse. Finally, some tears gathered in front of those steely eyes - he blinked them away. He couldn’t show weakness, well, at least not yet. He was in public, he had to maintain his identity as a tough mobster for now. He resigned to wait until he was in the sanctuary and privacy of his hotel room before allowing the liquid sadness to fall.
A hand gripped his shoulder gently and comfortingly. He looked up to see your grandfather, sad smile on his face as he held back his own tears.
“Unfortunately, staring won’t bring her back, no matter how much we wish it could.”
“Y'know, Soryu, I would’ve been proud to have you as a member of our family. I know she loved you with all her heart.” He said in a tone that a loving father would use with his son. “I hope you’ll keep in touch.”
“I will.” Soryu gave the best smile he could, although he was sure it didn’t appear nearly as happy as he wanted it to be. He also didn’t like replying with such a short sentence. He wanted to offer some encouraging words, but none came to mind. Luckily, your grandfather understood this and patted his shoulder.
“I wish you all the best, Soryu. Live a happy life. She would want you to.”
“Thank you very much.” Still maintaining a smile, the man left. Despite his kind words, Soryu felt even more guilty, if that was possible. He knew that, no matter what they said, your family, deep down, blamed him for your death. As they should, it was his fault. His heart was touched at their kindness, but it also weighed him down. He didn’t feel worthy of their forgiveness.
The broken man stayed as long as possible. He actually had to be lead out of the funeral home so they could close it up. He just wanted to be near you, to be in your presence, as long as he could. He dragged himself home. Not bothering to remove his shoes or jacket, Soryu collapsed on the couch, burying his face in his hands. A second of silence, then a weak whisper of your name blew past his mouth.
“I’m so sorry, _______…I’m so sorry.” He apologized. Now that he was alone at home, Soryu let the tears slide freely down his cheeks. As a mobster, he was used to steeling his face, masking his emotions, but you - a simple woman - could bring him to tears in an instant. He couldn’t remember the last time he cried, but now he couldn’t even see due to the blurry vision. “How could I do this to you? You didn’t deserve it. It should’ve been me.” He said through quiet sobs. “I swore to protect you, but I didn’t. You trusted me, and I wasn’t there for you when you needed me most. I’m so sorry.” All he could do now was hope that you heard his prayer up in heaven.
Soryu would never forget those days. The day you were killed. The day they had to put you in the ground. He couldn’t even if he wanted to. You haunted him like a ghost. Your face appeared everywhere, in every crowd, on every woman, in every dream, in every nightmare. He couldn’t forget the woman who had changed his life.
Time went on, but life didn’t. To Soryu, it felt like it had stalled. It was the same routines day in and day out. Manage the mafia, see to the auctions. Those were his only responsibilities now. He had nothing. When he lost you, he also lost all sense of true happiness. Now it was fake smiles at fancy dinners, small talk at parties, only acting jovial for the sake of entertaining others. In private it was a different story; dull eyes, bitter frowns, reckless alcohol. He got used to the miserable silence of his hotel room.
Still, there were some nights where he hoped. Staring out the window, he felt as if you were out there, somewhere, somehow. And at any moment there would be the familiar sound of the door opening. You would walk in, tired from a rather tough day at work, and collapse into his arms. He would cradle you in his arms as you both drifted to sleep, safe and sound.
But that daydream never came to be a reality.
He was never freed by an absolution.
Soryu eventually came completely to terms with the fact that you were gone. Forever. He allowed himself to fall deeper into depression. And he fell and fell. Until he was nothing but a shell of his former self; completely empty, closed off.
Life became meaningless.
And Soryu Oh was lost.
Even now, over 20 years later, in a field of gray tombstones, every so often there’s a disturbance. A rustle of grass accompanied by soft footsteps. Flashes of silver and navy blue break up the scenery. Polished shoes come to a stop in front of a tombstone. Dark eyes stare at the name engraved upon it. The sound of chirping birds and the gentle breeze fill his ears as he scoops down, placing a lovely bouquet of flowers on the stone.
True to his silent promise, he never forgot you. And he carried his guilt and love for you with him until he, too, was a tombstone, placed perfectly next to yours.~
We Were Thieves (New Year's Eve) Draco Malfoy x Reader Imagine
In this imagine, the reader attends the Malfoys’ New Year’s Eve party at Malfoy Manor, a place teeming with golden lights, sweet champagne, and beautiful music. It’s a night of dancing, stolen moments, and suspicious parents leading to confrontation and sleepy confessions. It’s been one trying year for the couple, but with the promise of a fresh start anything is possible.
Y/N - Your name
Y/L/N - Your last name
~~~ - used to indicate the passage of time
Warnings: suggestive content, one mild curse word
Word Count: 2,418
I look up at the stars, head dizzy from the amount of champagne I’ve consumed tonight. It’s New Years Eve and cool winter breeze ruffles my hair as my hands trace the worn stone of the balcony rail. Behind me a party is in full swing at Malfoy Manor, laughter spills out into the night air and the klink of glasses combines with unknown music to cover the underlying sense of unease. The last year has been crazy, and the next one is uncertain.
“There you are, I was beginning to worry that someone had stolen you away.” Draco’s arm wraps around my waist, his other hand holding a dainty glass of sparkling liquid.
The truth is, you won’t find another one like him. You can spend your whole life looking and you might even get close. Maybe you’ll find another blue eyed, hazel hearted boy who laughs into your collarbone, but it’ll never feel the same.
His hands will never fit in the same way, his fingers will never curl right. He’ll be too loose, too tight, too perfectly placed. He won’t be good enough and deep down you know it’s not fair to expect more.
What you’ll find, though, is something different, something new. If you let yourself you might fall in love with chestnut eyes that look like the night. Let him wrap his arms around your waist instead of your shoulders; let him in.
The truth is you never end up finding what you’re looking for, so stop looking for him. Stop missing out on all of the strangers you could be falling in love with because you’re too busy searching for a ghost.
S.Z. // Excerpt from a book I’ll never write #116
❝i don’t know what this is but it sparked from a conversation with Bells and she wanted me to tag her SO HERE IT IS the-storyweaver!!! (p.s. i used to edit posts/headers for my stories all the time but i got lazy and suddenly i felt like trying again so sorry if it doens’t look nice. LOL. IM RUSTY) ►2206 words | scenario, wolf!au
hey would anyone like me to post again? Yesterday was my last day of school and now I’m out for the summer ???
I havent been posting simply because the fandom made me feel like I had to build up my town knowing exactly which villagers I wanted, they have to be placed perfectly, etc. And it was too much pressure for me so literally when I got my new XL, I just made a town and rolled with it and I love it even though I don’t play very much.
But I almost wonder if itd be fun to do like 4 person meetups on weekends. Like I spare an hour or two of my time to hang out with 3 of my followers in I'alle so that even if I don’t post I’m still being a good contribute to the community. Like would anyone enjoy that? Just hanging out in my town for a little? Im so bad with new people and I can only imagine the amount of day of syndromes I would get.
I could also figure out the capture card thing and see if I can stream me playing? Dunno how interesting itd be but I can do it. Idk, just let me know what I should do. The three options are to start posting again, weekend hangouts, or streams. Im really really shy about my ACNE town so streams and posts will probably be me playing HHD.
In the dead of night, while everyone was fast asleep, Sara was crouched just out of reach of the pet shop. While she took her bow from her back and grabbed an arrow, she took the time to take in the building. It was quaint, really, and what she knew about Georgia clicked perfectly with the place. Too bad it’d be as good as destroyed, come morning. For now, however, she readied her bow and took aim upwards, firing at the nearest street lamp to the store and shattering the light, glass cascading as half the building was coated in darkness.
Another arrow, she turned slightly before letting it fly. The store was now but a shadowy figure in the night, it’s makeover something that’d be indecipherable until daylight illuminated what Georgia’s recklessness had wrought.
Anon: Could you do something where Jimin and Kookie are playing a game and Kookie is all weird with Jimin at first but then he gets all comfortable? Sorry if this is weird.
Ah you’re not weird anon baby~ I hope you like what I did with this ;)
Jikook!Fluff + Slight Smut
Jungkook heard him before he saw him. The voice was now so
familiar that he could hear it and know who it was even over the yells and
screams of thousands of fans. That beautiful, resonany voice that always spoke
his name. And God, when it begun to
Before he could turn, Jimin barreled into his back, arms
spread wide and then wrapped tightly around his waist. First came his breath,
quick and aligned with his heartbeat, running down the younger boy’s neck and
warming his chest. And then, Jungkook was so very aware of the other male’s
lips getting closer and closer to his neck.
“Yah, Jimin hyung. What are you doing?”
When he finally turned around, he was met with the sight of
a pouty lip and disappointed eyes covered with light brown hair. It was only
brief though, and Jimin was quickly returned to his happy excitable self.
Jungkook preferred the smile, the crescent moons of his eyes that appeared
whenever his lips bared back against a wide grin.
However, Jimin’s pout was also very nice.
Most days it took so much restraint to keep himself from
pulling the older male closer to feel the pout against his own lips. That often
meant pushing him away to keep himself from losing control. Jimin always
understood, but that didn’t keep the notorious pout from lifting on his lips
whenever Jungkook slightly pushed him away.
“Kookie-ah. I want to play.”
Oh I want to play too.
“Play what?” His voice faltered a bit, but Jimin didn’t seem to notice.
The older male’s eyes seemed to light up and he began to
bounce excitedly, clearly surprised that Jungkook had said yes. “Let’s play
tag. If I tag you five times before we start schedules, you lose.” Harmless.
“And if you lose, you get a punishment.”
Of course there would be a punishment. There always was when
playing games with Jimin. And God did
Jungkook secretly enjoy Jimin’s flirtatious punishments. He’d never tell him
“What’s the punishment?” he playfully scoffed.
“You’ll see.” Jimin’s lips raised into a smirk, “When you
“If I lose.” Once again the younger boy scoffed, folding his
arms determined. Both boys had always been quite competitive, but everyone knew
that Jeon Jungkook didn’t lose anything. Not if he could help it.
Jimin tilted his head and stood on his tiptoes, lips only
inches away from Jungkook’s ear. The younger boy shivered. “When, like I said.”
He could feel the older boy’s warm breath against his neck and he had to resist
gripping the male’s waist. “Game starts now.”
Before he even realized what was going on, Jimin had already
poked him on the chest and was skipping back out of the door where he came
from, humming a song happily. “Why is he like this?” Jungkook mumbled to
himself, too flustered from Jimin’s previous closeness to understand that he
only had four more tags before he lost.
The game persisted through the rest of the afternoon,
Jungkook dodging Jimin every chance he could. But to his dismay, there was a
whole hour before their evening schedules began and he had already been tagged three
more times. In his defense Jimin had been stealthy and clever.
First he caught Jungkook in the bathroom and backed him up
against a wall before teasingly tapping his forehead with one of his small fingers.
Three left. The second time, he had been at the refrigerator when a certain
brown-haired boy came up behind him and pressed into his back as he pretend-reached
for a soda out of one of the drawers. Jungkook, shocked by the feeling of the
smaller male’s strong frame, saw the finger landing on his nose a little too
late. Two left.
Then, while Jungkook was on the couch playing games with Taehyung,
the older boy had crept behind him slowly and suddenly there were plump lips
only centimeters from the sensitive spot on his neck and he was frozen solid as
Jimin’s hand drifted over his torso and a finger poked him triumphantly in the
chest. After that, it had taken him several seconds to realize that he was
holding his breath. Taehyung looked at him quizzically, obviously unaware of
Jimin’s brief but presence only minutes before. Jungkook found himself
repeatedly losing the video game from that moment on, much to Taehyung’s
And now Jungkook only had to be tagged one more time and he’d
lose. The thought of losing made his stomach turn but the thought of what Jimin’s
punishment was made his heart skip a beat. I mean maybe this time it wouldn’t
be so bad to lose?
With a strong huff Jungkook scolded himself. Of course he
couldn’t lose. He wasn’t going to lose, especially in a small game of tag.
Besides, he was now in his room, laying with his back against the wall and
facing the door. There was no way Jimin would get in there without him first hearing
the footsteps and preparing himself to escape. It was the perfect place to hide
out for the next hour or so.
Jungkook hadn’t expected to doze off. When he tried to pull
his eyes open, he was suddenly so very aware of the weight on his waist. Thinking
maybe it was a comic or maybe his laptop, he reached for it, only to be greeted
with the thick thighs of another person straddled around his waist. His eyes opened
quickly and what else did he see but Jimin’s victorious smile. How had he even
gotten into the room without Jungkook waking at the sound of the door clicking?
The youngest mentally facepalmed himself.
“Really Jungkookie, I expected more of a fight out of you.”
Jimin’s smirk was half hidden by the shadows the setting sun was casting. “You
didn’t even try to get me off of you.”
This was true. Obviously Jimin had been waiting for him to
wake up so he could be tagged, yet Jungkook hadn’t tried to escape him before
this could happen. The younger boy’s head lolled over to look at the alarm
clock. There were only two more minutes until their schedules started. Why hadn’t
Jimin tagged him yet?
“You haven’t been playing fair hyung.” Jungkook pouted. What
was he saying? Didn’t he want to win? He should just get up and leave but he
Jimin was now eerily close, nose nearly touching Jungkook’s
own. “Are you suggesting I’ve been playing dirty?” The way Jimin’s voice rolled
around the word “dirty” nearly made Jungkook whine. Seriously why did he have
to be this way all of the time? Fuck Jungkook just wanted to-
There was now a finger right against his lower lip. The tan
skin was soft and Jungkook secretly wondered if the older boy’s lips were
equally as soft.
“I guess it’s time for your punishment.” Jimin situated
himself better on Jungkook’s lap and the friction from them grinding together,
forced Jungkook’s head to fall back against the wall, neck fully exposed and
lower lip stuck under his teeth. “Is something wrong Jungkookie?” Jimin was so
close that the younger male could feel the vibrations from his voice rumbling
through his chest. The older male situated himself again and Jungkook gnawed on
his lower lip, biting back a moan.
“N-no.” Oh there was something wrong alright. Jungkook just
prayed that Jimin couldn’t feel the bulge growing in his pants.
“Are you sure?” The teasing in Jimin’s voice showed that he most
definitely could feel it. “Because I think there is.” His voice was so close
and Jungkook just knew he was painfully close to his neck. This was too much.
Of course this was his punishment, but this seemed overwhelmingly personal.
Jimin was too close, his breathing too regulated, his movements to perfectly placed.
Jungkook tossed the older male off of him, onto the bed,
getting up and fixing his clothes. “Time to go out to the studio hyung.” He
pointed to the clock that showed that it was time for their schedules started.
Then he was hightailing out of the room, refusing to look back at the pout he
most certainly knew was there. He just wasn’t quite ready for that yet.
* * * *
“Jiminie hyung! TaeTae hyung!” Jungkook had been sitting in
the dorm for about a half an hour now, bored out of his mind while he waited
for the rest of his hyungs to return from their session at the studio. Jimin
and Taehyung had returned early, both retiring to their bedroom and playing
with their phones. Jungkook had tried to do the same, perched on the couch with
Piano Tiles going on his phone. But, like always, he got bored of this. He wanted
some human interaction.
Jimin opened their door and strolled out, stretching as he ran
a hand through his now orange-colored hair. It bounced around slowly before
landing back in its original place.
“Yah, Jungkook-ah. Tae is asleep, don’t be so loud.” Jungkook
mumbled an apology and tucked his phone into his pants. “What did you need?”
“I wanna play a game hyung.” He hopped from the couch and
began to stretch.
“Let’s play tag.” Jungkook couldn’t catch himself before he had
said the words, and he was sure they both remembered that day in his room when
he was supposed to get punished. But Jungkook was going to get his revenge. “If
I tag you three times before the hyungs come back home, you get a punishment.”
“Only three?” Jimin lifted an eyebrow, obviously interested.
There was the familiar competitiveness returning once again as the smirk lifted
the corner of his lips.
“And what’s the punishment?”
For a moment, the younger boy tilted his head as if deep in
thought. Jimin eyed him for a moment, expecting an answer, but was surprised
when Jungkook began to walk swiftly past him. Before he could turn around to
see what the younger was doing, he was met by what sounded like a low, almost
predatory, growl. “You’ll see when you lose.” And then there was a finger, firmly
pressed right above the waistband of his jeans.
Shit, how had he let Jungkook use his own trick against him?
Even after some time had passed, Taehyung hadn’t once woken
up to join them in the game and the other members hadn’t walked through the
door of the dorm. In that time, he had managed to dodge Jungkook very well,
though the younger boy seemed as if he was being purposely lazy about his
attempts. First, in the living room, he had tried to get Jimin while he was
laid out playing a game on his phone. Luckily, he’d turned just in time, falling
onto his knees on the floor before retreating to another area of the dorm.
Second, the younger boy attempted to poke him while he was yawning. Once again,
however, he turned out of the way and was gone quick as a flash. But what he
hadn’t expected was what he got when he went to the kitchen.
He was currently mulling over a cookbook that Seokjin had
bought, attempting to spice up the ramen that he had just prepared for himself.
He’d made sure that Jungkook was otherwise occupied (watching one of the
Avengers movies for the thousandth time) and had made quick of preparing his
food. But due to the lack of spices that he knew how to handle, it didn’t taste
as good as Seokjin normally prepared. So, he was now attempting to find the
As he flipped through another page of ingredients he felt
two hands at his waist, pushing him gently against the edge of the counter. It
obviously wasn’t Taehyung, who was about as stealthy as Bigfoot, so it could
only be one person. Jungkook’s breath was once again at his neck and the
pressure from the hands gripping at his waist almost forced him to bend over.
Maybe Jungkook would’ve liked that.
“Seriously did you think I’d forget about our game that
easy?” Jungkook’s voice had changed over the last year or so. It was lower,
smoother, and dare Jimin say sexier. Though the younger boy had always had some
appeal to him, the way his voice rolled through his ear almost made him whine
in excitement. Why did he have to be this way today?
The finger was lightly placed against his neck, but the
younger didn’t pull away, holding them both their in that small space.
“I guess I only got one more tag to go, huh?”
“Be ready for your punishment, hyung.”
And at that the younger boy was gone, returning to his place
in front of the tv screen. Jimin gripped the edge of the counter, letting out uneven
breaths until his heartbeat regulated itself again. What was that? Jungkook had
never wanted to be that close to him in the past. Most times Jimin was the one
coming on strong and Jungkook was the one running away from him at every opportunity.
Sure, the older male knew that it was because he was awkward around people, but
it hadn’t been any less disappointing sometimes.
The sudden closeness was strange, but Jimin would be lying
if he said he didn’t like it.
Shortly after their encounter, Namjoon texted them and said
they’d be home in the next twenty minutes. That was relief because Jimin refused
to give Jungkook the satisfaction of winning this little rematch. He especially
refused to be bested at his own game of teasing. So, he decided that the best
place to wait it out would be in Jungkook’s room. Quite honestly, the younger
boy would probably not even look and there. Sure Namjoon would likely find it
strange when he came out, but it would be worth it to be able to say he won
another game against the Golden Maknae himself.
The room was dark and Jimin stumbled in the dark for a while
before finding a nice place against the wall. Even if Jungkook did come
looking, it wasn’t likely he’d see him standing there. He’d scan the room, looking
at the beds, and when he realized there was no one there, he would leave. At
least that was the plan.
To be completely honest, Jimin hadn’t seen Jungkook in the
living room at all when he silently snuck into the room. The bathroom door was
wide, so he wasn’t in there, and the older male had just left the kitchen. “Wonder
where he is,” Jimin whispered to himself.
A hand gripped at his shoulder and he let out a girlish yelp
as he was pulled into the closet and pushed roughly against the wall. It was
even darker in there, and he was momentarily frantic before he noticed the
whites of eyes staring down at him. He knew those eyes.
“I’m right here hyung.”
Of course it was Jungkook. The boy had obviously figured out
his plan long before he had, and snuck off to the room and into the closet as
he concocted his plan. Now Jungkook’s finger was pressed lightly against Jimin’s
lower lip as he huffed, not surprised by highly disappointed in his now
apparent loss to the maknae. He really hated being beaten.
“Kookie-ah, you get on my damn nerves.”
“I hate you.”
“No you don’t.”
That was true, as annoying as he was sometimes, Jimin couldn’t
hate the younger boy. Their bond was very strong and if he didn’t know any
better, he might say that his little crush was a bit more than that.
“So, what’s my punishment?” Jimin folded his arms, hoping to
appear defiant. However, he was secretly excited for whatever the mischievous maknae
had ready for him.
Jungkook was close again, pressing them so close together
that Jimin could feel their crotches rubbing against each other, causing so
much friction that he let out a low moan. Even in the dark, he could feel
Jungkook’s smile on him. “You know it’s more than just punishment for the game,
Jimin tilted his head, confused. “What do you mean?”
He felt the younger boy’s breath moving against his
collarbone, as the brown hair tickled his cheek. They were so incredibly close,
closer than they’d ever been, and Jimin didn’t know how much longer he could
stand it. This was punishment enough.
“This is punishment for playing so…” then Jungkook’s lips
were against his ear and that same low growl from earlier had returned. “dirty,
a couple years ago.” The way he let his tongue roll on the word “dirty” send
heat straight down into his groin. Is this what he had done to the boy all that
He didn’t have time to think before his legs were being
lifted and settled around the younger boy’s waist as his back was pressed into
the wall. There were now kisses being peppered all along his collarbone and
neck and he could barely help the weak moans and whimpers that escaped his
lips. The younger boy’s lips were so soft, even as his teeth dragged across and
pulled at the tan skin of Jimin’s neck. The older was in euphoria, fingers tangled
roughly in Jungkook’s hair. This was the best punishment he was ever going to
receive hands down.
Jungkook ran his fingers through the older’s orange hair
before pulling his head down to crash their lips together. It was everything he’d
imagined it to be. His lips were plump and soft, but the kisses were rough enough
the send shivers down his spine. Jimin kissed him back so willing, teeth
grabbing and pulling his lower lip away from him.
He dipped his head down and began to suck on the tan skin of
Jimin’s neck before he heard the front door of the dorm click open. Jimin tilted
his head back and let out a small moan, eyes glazed over in lust.
“Shh, hyung. The others are back now. Don’t want them walking
in and interrupting us yet, right?” Jimin murmured a soft agreement and Jungkook
returned to leaving a trail of passion marks down his neck and collarbones. In
a few minutes, he’d have to find a way to get Namjoon out of the room for a couple
of hours later. Maybe he’d tell him to go hang with Seokjin for awhile because
he wanted to have a private conversation with Jimin. He wasn’t sure if that
would work out but he did know one thing:
An encouraging smile was his reply. “Not many can keep up with me, anyways. That isn’t the point of this.” He waved the bartender and asked for two mugs, holding back the sigh after seeing the man’s irritable face. Thank the gods for nepotism and the Queen’s grace, or he’d have been run out ages ago.
Turning back to his guest, the knight smiled wryly. “The word around the town is that my little sister has become fond of a peculiar young man in a hat. Is that you?”
The Burmecian does not take the irritable look on the bartender’s face as a sign of discomfort in dealing with the other male, but rather in dealing with him. He had seen and experienced too many places already where outwardly, they seemed perfectly welcoming and civilized, but he tried to reach out for anything, he had been ignored.
He truly hoped this place would not be the same in that regard..
Then again, with how quickly the other came to the point, he hardly had time to worry about such things.
“…rumors are often just that: rumors. Maybe you had best speak with your sister directly? But, uhm… if you speak of Maria, then… then I suppose… then I hope… I might just be that one.”