He Wasn't Sure He Was About To Put Some Belief In A Thing Like This, But Hey ... It's The Thought That

He wasn't sure he was about to put some belief in a thing like this, but hey ... it's the thought that counts right? When she gives him the instructions that he has to put it outside in the full moon and wear it he glances at her with this funny look. ❝ It's starting to sound like you got me a pet. ❞ he replies, only to let the look turn into a smirk. ❝ If you tell me I have to water it and walk it, I'm giving it back. ❞

She speaks of a French Tourist and he rolls his eyes. ❝ How are you going to go India and then meet a French guy...❞ Was that judgement? Oh yes, that was judgement but served with a smile.

❝ Oh you know, it's been...what it is. You haven't missed much.❞

"it's supposed to be pretty powerful. has a lot to do with the moon and shifts in the universe." autumn explained and returned the appreciative grin. "no problemo. and you're supposed to leave it outside when there's a full moon to recharge and then wear it." she twirled a blonde hair between her fingers and shrugged. "okay. boring for the most part. lots of sight seeing and watching my parents drink their faces off. though, i did meet a cute french tourist on the beach. we hung out for a few weeks. he's been emailing me. how were things back here?"

Outer Banks (2020—)

𝖠𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗂𝗍 𝗂𝗌. People are always going to regret him and he tries to act like it doesn't hurt. But hearing her of all people say it, it cuts like a fucking knife. Right into the back, to the heart. Hell, to the throat.

Staring down Cassandra his eyes are hard, but hurt as his chest rises and falls slowly.

❝ Maybe you should have.❞ he told her, though his voice quivers in the idea of agreeing with it. He hates it but he forces himself to say it. ❝ You want to go? Go. No one is stopping you. ❞ but he doesn't want too. He wants her to stay, he wants her to look at him and realize that maybe there is something worth trying to fight for.

There has to be, right..?

❛  i should've walked away.  ❜ @ladamereveuse

He couldn't be more grateful for getting to here with her like this. The boys hate it, but he couldn't care any less about that. He knows that what he feels for her is the real deal. She brought him back to life when he felt he had nothing to live for. Yeah, he did bad things but she's willing to see past it, to help him better himself. Fuck, if angels are real then she's got to be one, right?

❝ You know you're my girl? ❞

Holding him, she finally breaks the kiss and pulls back to smile softly. "I don't know how we got here, but I'm just glad that we did. . ." She tells him, a hand going to caress his jaw. "Even if the boys hate it." As much as Kie cares about what John B, JJ and Pope think, they're wrong about Rafe. . . Yes, while he's done terrible things, he's also cried out for help and now that he's getting the help he needs, Kie is by his side. He needs someone to be there.

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Rafe's cologne of choice.

She swears to not speak of his random good deed and he smirks at her for a moment, then he looks back to the road. She's not that bad, but to let anyone know that he can be a good guy would brake the facade that he's got going. The only one who knows he can be a softie sometimes is Wheezie and yeah, he'd like to keep it that way most of the time. There are just some things better left to mystery.

❝ That's all I ask.❞ he replies. ❝ Never asked. How are you liking it here ? Weather aside.❞

@borntobebroken

As a girl that had been raised middle class bordering on poor during the lean times, Georgie had little in common with the wealthy crowd her cousin regularly surrounded himself with. Though she lived on the North side of the island with her uncle’s family, the petite surfer could honestly say she had never really taken to the Thorntons’ way of life. Perhaps that made her a Pogue at heart, but…

Well, Georgiana didn’t actually like them. They were all larger than life in a way that bordered on obnoxious. Even if Topper hadn’t actively hated them, Georgie would have steered clear anyway. Maybe you couldn’t judge a book by its cover, but she’d read enough of the summary to know they were trouble. And trouble was the absolute last thing she needed while living under her aunt’s roof.

Yet here she was accepting a ride from Rafe Cameron, one of the most infamous figures on the island, anyway. “Don’t worry, Cameron. I won’t tell anyone about your random good deed,” she quipped with the barest hint of a smile, voice quiet but playful. “The secret’s safe with me.”