for the anon who requested modern day Theon/Jeyne
He’s seen her before. She’s a sad girl, long of face and dull eyes that stare meekly at everything else around her. But when she dances, she comes alive. She lives in the apartment across from him, a run down place just like his, grey building with cracked walls that look days away from falling apart. Her place has a balcony though, a small one, but big enough that she can stand and do her stretches on it.
Theon looks at her now, standing in front of him in the dimly lit club. He doesn’t even know her name; he’s never talked to her, only watched her in the morning go through her moves as he holds ice to his bruised knuckles from doing Bolton’s work from the night before. He likes to watch her.
She doesn’t look like a graceful swan now. There’s too much makeup on her face, and the backless dress looks uncomfortable on her. Ramsay’s newest hostess, and her hands tremble.
Theon fingers the set of instructions in his suit pocket. A name’s stamped inside in black ink, death sentence ready to be given out. “You like to dance,” he doesn’t say it as a question.
She looks up, and her eyes are a pretty color, wide like a startled animal. “Yes,” she says, and maybe she says it because she recognizes him as one of her boss’s men, or maybe because she just wants to.
He leans against the stand. “You live in the building across from mine. I’ve seen you before,” pause. “You look nice.”
A flush spills over her cheeks and down her neck. “Thank you,” she says, voice quiet.
Other workers are moving about the rest of the club, getting things in order for tonight. There’s music playing; the bass is too loud.
"What’s your name?" Theon asks.
Names are important here, they keep you sane, keep you alive.
It’s a good one. He tells her so.
Jeyne smiles, and she’s the girl from across the street again.
working on the tagging system
sirius and james being facebook married
reblog for healthy polyamory ignore for unnecessary heterosexual love triangles
smoo told me to draw zutara week stuff so instead i drew some modern au gaang. sorry for my shitty handwriting.
i realise this AU has been done to death but all i care about is courferre soulmate tattoos
When Yancy and Raleigh were little their mom would read them Le Petit Prince as a bed time story.
Herc read Chuck Go The Fuck To Sleep
But even if the stars and moon collide, I never want you back into my life. You can take your words, And all your lies… Oh, oh, oh I really don’t care!
#pacific rim animated series