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" emma cicciaro ! " the familiar name is whisper-yelled, sound of six inch heels clicking against the ground elevating the more she picks up her pace, " you wait right there. " it's been too long since they last saw one another, and there is no way she's letting the opportunity pass her by. often wishes she was the type of person who could hold her tongue, but the moment she reaches the other her frustrations come tumbling out. " you've been avoiding me and i want to know why. and please don't insult me by making me feel crazy, okay ? i'm good to my gut —— it never lies to me. " closed ft. @amadouers
she scoffs, momentarily stunned. it's not what she's expecting, reminiscent of their high school years before they'd befriended one another. an unlikely duo. " wow, okay, harsh much ? " noa is confident in herself, likes who she is despite knowing there's many things she could work on. but she can't help but to falter, feel a twist in her gut. emma is someone she cares for, and to hear such words come from her mouth is hurtful. still, the brunette finds her composure, straightens her spine. " whatever, avoid me forever then. see if i care. this whole mean girl act is such a downer to be around anyway. i won't dull who i am to satisfy you. "
emma could recognize the voice all too well by now; there's an urge to turn around and walk away when she sees noa rushing towards her, but for some reason emma feels like her feet are suddenly tied together and she can't fuckin' move. well, fuck it, there's nothing she can do about it now that noa is standing right in front of her. “ well, your gut's right. i am avoiding you, ” she admits, letting out a sigh of defeat. “ does anyone ever told you that you're so fuckin' annoying ? ” emma has to look away for a moment, the guilt instantly catching up to her. what else is she supposed to say ? “ sometimes i just can't stand you, noa. ”
✈️ (airplane) for ace, ❤️ (red heart) for king, 💭 (thought balloon) for nova
✈️ AIRPLANE — have you travelled anywhere that helped you discover something about yourself and/or about the world?
“ well, yeah . . . yeah, i’ve been a lot of places, seen a lot of faces. like in amsterdam i learned that i have a really low tolerance for weed, and realistically i shouldn’t smoke it. is it gonna stop me ? no. but it was an eye-opening experience . . . or maybe i couldn’t actually keep my eyes open at all— honestly, i’m still not sure. the memories are pretty hazy. but in all seriousness, travelling made me realize that the world is big— like really big, and i’m just a guy with an even bigger lack of direction. but at the end of the day, you know, it’s okay to be lost. as long as you eventually find a good bar, you’ll be fine. there's nothing a couple of beers can't fix. "
❤️ RED HEART — what is/are your love language(s)? how do you use it/them to communicate your feelings about others?
“ my love languages ? i guess you could say i’m big on acts of service and gift-giving. talk is pretty cheap, honestly. people can say a whole lot without it meaning much at all. i’m the guy who’ll pull strings to make your problems disappear, or whisk you away on a spontaneous weekend trip to paris because why just say i care when i can show it in a way you’ll always remember, even if things don’t work out ? but it’s not just the big gestures. it’s paying attention. surprising them with that thing they spoke about weeks ago, recreating a memory they want to relive. or the simple things like memorising their coffee order. actions mean way more than words in my opinion. "
💭 THOUGHT BALLOON — is there something or someone you find yourself thinking about more often than other things? if so, why do you think you do this?
“ that’s a pretty deep question. lately, i guess i find myself thinking a lot about who i want to become. by twenty-eight, i should probably have a clearer sense of that, but i spent so much time trying to meet others expectations that i lost sight of my own path. now i'm rediscovering myself, i think it’s natural to wonder where i’ll end up, whether i’ll ever fully find that resolution, or if it’s just a continuous journey of self-exploration. either way, at least it's something i'm doing for myself, on my own terms. "
☎ for noa
put ☎ in my ask for your muses info in my muses phone:
noa & emma.
NAME: emsie 🖤
RINGTONE: default \ constellation.
PICTURE: x
LAST TEXT RECEIVED: read.
LAST TEXT SENT: i know we're still not talking but i just wanted you to know that you looked really pretty today. like, really really pretty. your outfit was giving major sexy grunge chic. anyway, miss you. but you're still super mean🙁💔
🤳 + 2 for noa
🤳 + 02 - show off their wardrobe !
it's ever-changing and you will never catch her in the same outfit twice. always a touch of elegance and often, but not always a pop of colour. hair accessorize are a must. from ribbons to bows to headbands or scarfs. you'll never catch her in a pair of flat shoes, and jeans are worn very seldomly. every day is a fashion show in her world.
her mind is spinning, utterly confused as to how they ended up here. in her own blissfully unaware world, there'd been nothing to create a problem. yet here they are, on the brink if no longer being friends. while she's trying to put on a brave face, part of her wants to cry. be her melodramatic self. lips pout only slightly as she holds it back. " okay, but you just said i was so annoying, so which one is it ? because it sounds like maybe you don't like me all that much. " noa knows she shouldn't care, but she does struggle with the idea of it. thrives on being liked, on being someone people like to be around. " oh, no way. no ! do not turn this around on me. you're my friend— or at least i thought you were. so no, my life wouldn't be better without you in it at all. sounds like you're projecting . . . or something. "
while emma usually doesn't shy away from admitting her interest in someone, it's a bit different when it comes to noa. well, safe to say emma knows her fuckin' place. she knows that noa would never see her more than just a friend, so she decides to step back in an attempt to get over it, thinking that maybe noa wouldn't even notice at all. clearly she was wrong, but then again she just doesn't know what to do; no matter how much emma thinks about it, she couldn't really find a way that wouldn't make things worse for them. she takes a moment to scan her friend's face, hoping that noa wouldn't see her struggling to keep her shit together now. “ i'm not saying you should change your ways, ” she says, her voice gentle this time. “ yeah, sure, whatever. i don't give a fuck either, noa. your life would be so much better without me anyways. carry on. ”
words hit her hard, so much so that despite her best attempt to hide it, her lower lip visibly trembles. noa has confidence in abundance and most of the time it’s genuine, unwavering, but one thing she doesn’t deal well with is rejection. it’s something she’s felt almost her entire life from her mother. it never seemed to matter how much effort she put into building a connection, it simply never came. it’s a feeling that fills her with the idea that maybe she is just too much to handle. has her wondering if perhaps despite helping others find love, her antics may just scare away any real possibility she has at finding it for herself. “ fine, ” she retorts, and for the first time in— well, ever, there is no dramatics. only defeat. sadness. a desire to get out of there before the waterworks begin, though already she can feel the sting in her eyes. “ if that’s what you want, emma, then consider your wish granted. i’ll leave you alone. for good. ” with a deep breath is drawn in she’s turning on her heels, tear dropping onto cheek the moment her face is out of view. “ have a nice life, ” is all she manages before she’s walking away, familiar pep in her step nowhere to be seen.
the confusion on noa's face is unsurprising; hell, even emma could agree that her words don't make much sense at this point. it's true that she finds noa annoying, but not for the reasons that she might think. in fact it has nothing to do with noa, pretty much about how emma feels about her, and yet she couldn't bring herself to admit it out loud. “ well, yeah, you're still annoying but you're the one who said you won't dull yourself to satisfy me, so just don’t. ” whatever that means, right ? she likes noa just the way she is, which is also part of the problem, but there's no way she'd say it to her face like this. “ maybe i just don't want to be friends with you anymore, noa. how about that ? ” there's a hint of sadness in her words this time, although she makes sure to not let it overwhelm her. “ just leave me the fuck alone, ” she breathes, “ please. ”
he stands there, hands are in pockets, subtle smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. “ your sun ? weird, didn’t realize it rose every morning just for you. clearly i’ve been misinformed. ” kai glances at the familiar girl for a moment longer before he’s moving, casually dropping down beside her in the sand. the moment the salty breeze meets his face, there’s a sense of comfort. the smell bringing waves of nostalgia. he loves the beach. thinks he could quite happily stay there day and night, rain or shine. “ think you’d be willing to share it just this once, your majesty ? ” he teases, leans back as his feet kick out, seemingly suggesting he’s in no rush to move, mainly because he isn’t.
open for: anyone @palmviewstarters location: sunset villa beach
lately emma finds herself going to the beach more often, although given how much time she spends there, it shouldn't be a surprise that's where she ends up at some point of her day. the beach isn't as crowded now that fall is coming, but it never bothered emma anyway. she's lying down on the sand, eyes closed as she listens to the sound of waves crashing. eventually somebody is looming over her; emma could tell even with her eyes closed, so she says, “ you're blocking my sun. move. ”