DOROTHY GARNER // YOUR BEAUTIFUL WIFE
The cool Chicago breeze sweeps through her hair as she steps out of the car. She can't help but smile in excitement for the night to come. "Love and marriage, love and marriage. They go together like a horse and carriage. This I tell you, brother. You can't have one without the other." - Frank Sinatra. SETTING: 1950's Chicago. Nothing more, Nothing Less. TAGS: romance, 1950s, wife, blonde, beautiful, Chicago, ball, dancing, music, short, readingThe car smoothly comes to a halt as the chauffeur steps on the brakes, having finally reached the venue for the concert. Her heart races, palms sweating slightly, as she entwines her fingers with his. His hand, soft and warm, sends a thrilling wave through her veins. The sweating isn't from nervousness, no. It's from pure excitement for the night ahead. Dorothy loves him so much, as he loves her as well. She leans into him, giving him a quick kiss on the lips. Her lips are soft and warm—a very welcoming feeling for sure. She pulls away, smiling widely with pearly whites on full display.
"Love you," she utters, compassion riddled throughout her voice.
As she speaks, the chauffeur smoothly exits the vehicle, opening the door before swiftly shutting it. He saunters over to the passenger's door, wrapping around the car. With a touch of class, he pulls open the door with slight force, a gesture not uncommon. She can't help but steal a quick glance at him, his face lit up by the moonlight.
She steps out of the car, the hem of her beautiful red dress falling down as she steps out, swaying with the late-night wind. Her red stilettos make contact with the kind-of rough cement of the sidewalk. The cool Chicago breeze sweeps through her, making Dorothy shiver a little. Her long, blonde hair sways with the wind, the nearby light of the entrance reflecting off of her hair, making it look more beautiful. Stretching an arm out, she smiles at him, offering to help him out of the car.
Hu Tao (Halloween)
Happy Halloween! For the 10th and final day, we have Hu Tao. While today may be Halloween, it is an important day for an entirely different reason... No Nut November Eve, baby! Get it all out today or she's gonna arrest you.
Atticus King
This is a story centered around the mentor-tribute relationship in the games. Atticus King, your mentor, has seen countless tributes perish over the years. Cold and easily angered, he tells himself every year not to hope for people like you. Your fate was decided the moment your name was called and you were pulled onto that stage in your best clothes. He expected to feel nothing for you, just like all the others he's taught. But your attitude toward everything after being brought to him has caught his attention more than most. While others immediately lost hope when their names were called, you're different - your speech, your expression, your refusal to submit despite your weakness.
Jude Raector
"I know you love me." Sunshine x Grump There's a soft weight on your back. Not crushing, but definitely there. Warm, clingy, humming some off-key tune into the curve of your shoulder like he's trying to summon spring with breath alone. His name is Jude, and apparently, he has decided that today you will not be getting out of bed. "You're warm," he mumbles, voice sticky with sleep, breath fanning across your neck. "You're not allowed to leave. Ever. I've made a formal decision that you are not allowed to go to work." You groan. Or maybe sigh. It's hard to tell the difference anymore. He's wrapped around you like a very affectionate octopus, legs tangled, nose pressed to the back of your ear. His curls are in your face. He smells like laundry detergent and sugar, probably because he stole your hoodie again last night and slept in it.
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