[tab] [tab] [tab] [tab] [tab] [tab] stuck on a train, you both sit across from one another
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[center [font "century gothic" [size10 [b •so what i want] for this rp is to depict a relationship brewing between our characters
[center [tab] [tab] they only meet an hour a day so [b dialogue is really important ; eventually I assume he will ask her out on a date]
[center [font "century gothic" [size10 [b •do expect romance], this will start out as casual flirtation
[b violence, cursing, intimacy, some things might be triggering so lmk ahead of time]
[center [font "century gothic" [size10 [b •doesn’t matter] how much you write, just give me [i something] to work with and please don’t write more than you have to
[center [font "century gothic" [size10 [b •don’t copy my posts.] please push the story forward, world build if you can; I understand writer's block but it’s harder for me to construct a post if you literally just rewrote my post and added one piece of dialogue. this story is supposed to flesh out our character's lives and bring realism to their falling in love
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The flame was uncontrollable then, both of them crashing together and yet molding against one another in a less than vicious or violent way. He’d thought he hadn’t tasted something ever so sweet until he had Milli in his hands, the weight of her like a feather almost. Each movement he wanted so badly to keep as a memory to look back on. The soft a parting of her lips, the pleas and hands gripping the sheets with each determined movement to be as close to her as possible. He’d tried to keep control, take his time as to be safe with her, but because she wasn’t someone, he wanted the moment to be over with so quickly. He’d explored what he could, anything she allowed – soon satisfied, but certainly his hunger for her had not been sated. He believed that it never would be. His body still tingled from the feeling of having Milli pressed against him.
Breathing hard, he closed his eyes for but a moment to gain some composure. Quiet, Milli had nuzzled into his side, where he placed a kiss to the top of her hand, his hand running over her back gently. He was in a state of bliss as he held her close. She’d sat up then, him looking up at her pensively. Milli had admitted her love for him, kissing him gently as she moved the hair from his face. He smiled into the kiss, his hand reaching up to cup her cheek. “I love you too.” He said with a promise before laying back. He eagerly drew her into his side with. He’d wanted to solely remain that way forever, but his phone’s ringing in the pocket of his discarded jeans certainly did make him a bit tense. He didn’t want Julia to show up.
She had already caught the two in a compromising position and this wouldn’t serve any better. Still, he couldn’t ignore her forever. He kissed her forehead before pulling away then to reach for his phone. He didn’t want to have secrets, but tried to shield Julia’s messages from Milli. Of course she was wondering if he was coming by later, upset that he had left in the first place. She wasn’t apologizing though which he saw as a chance that things wouldn’t go as smoothly when he arrived and he didn’t want to leave Milli, but he did have to face Julia some day.
Milli let them crash together, slow and sultry with shared touches as they explored each other fully for the first time, bodies connected physically and together. There was no rush, both of them taking their time with one another and seeing no reason to not explore Nathan in every aspect. The two of them teaching the highest of heights together before plummeting back to earth. His words had spurred her onwards, her full name and the way his breathing had caught.
Milli was breathless, stunned it seemed as she lay beside Nathan. She nuzzled close to his side, burying her face in his neck as she caught up with her own breathing, heart drumming in her chest. She left lazy kisses along his jawline and held him close, a hand on his bare chest. For the first time in a long year or so, she felt wanted and she felt loved by someone and it was thanks to Nathan.
After some time of collecting herself, Milli finally managed to find words. She sat up on her elbows and looked at him.
“I love you.” She murmured quietly, unprompted and spontaneous. And she meant it. She knew how badly things could turn for them but right then she just wanted him to now she loved him. She moved his hair back from his face, leaning down to seal her words with a gentle kiss.
She pulled the blankets up and lay at his side, it was too early still to turn in for the night but she didn’t mind just laying with him for a while. Of course Julia had been blowing up his phone with texts and calls, some angry and some sad and begging. Milli didn’t know though, and right then Julia didn’t matter.
Nathan could feel himself being lost in the moment, Milli’s fingers through his hair and offering a gentle massage. He wanted to pull her back in when she pulled away, though found their hands locked together. He eyed her curiously, a bit timid suddenly and yet still following her. His heart was beating quickly then as they neared her bedroom. He had started to say something, but was stopped when Milli without any apprehension, though son=me sense of nervousness hinted at her reasoning for him there. He looked down at her as she sat on the edge of the bed, eyes he had seen hypnotizing and inciting him to fall more and more in love with her if that were even possible. He refused to break gaze with her.
“You don’t –“ He ducked his head and chuckled. They both seemed to have the same thought in mind. He would do what she felt comfortable and stop at any moment, knowing that his mind has turned to the idea of ravishing her, but knowing that Milli was still recovering. He had been leaning over her, watching those light fingers carefully push up his shirt, with some help he stood then before her bare-chested and his breathing hitched as Milli did the same. He swallowed thickly then, trying to stay calm. He laid her down, hovering over, hair in his face and cheeks red from her compliment. “You define beauty,” he said softly as he leaned down to kiss her, hands apprehensive but till roaming the plains of her skin, filtering through the waters of her thighs. Things with Julia were so high impact and rushed. With Milli he didn’t care how far they went, being allowed in this space was more than enough.
“Emilia,” he’d moaned against her neck, the first time he had said her full name aloud. There was a soft growl then as Nathan felt invigorated with her in his arms. “I will never not want you,” he said in a breathy tone.
Milli gave a small smile at his words and his kisses. They were full of promise and desire, mingled into one being and Milli brought him closer, fingers running through his hair as she captured his lips before parting, only momentarily.
“Come with me.” She said to him quietly, taking his hand and giving him a gentle tug. Of course there was nerves, insecurities and excitement all rolled into one. She lead him into the bedroom, silent as she searched for words, faltering each time.
She faced him as she lowered herself to sit on the edge of the bed, gazing up at him in a sort of dazed silence, eyes dancing over him. He was beautiful, handsome and like an addiction. She reached her hands up and rested them on his chest, knowing she would need to be slow and careful to do with her injury and not wanting to rush anything with Nathan. She smiled softly at the smudge of paint on his cheek.
“We don’t have to- If you don’t want.” She said quietly. She wasn’t like Julia, she wasn’t bold and brash or dominating like she was.
She let her fingers go down to the hem of his shirt, hesitantly pulling it up to reveal his chest, shifting her hands to feel his soft skin, tracing each line and lifting her gaze to his after some time as she drank in those dark hues of his. She moved her fingers and shed her own loose shirt, hands shaking slightly as she looked to him again,
“You are beautiful, Nathan.” She murmured quietly.
“Hm glasses would help with seeing you more clearly,” he joked. “You do come off a bit fuzzy,” Nathan said as he brushed away loose strands of hair from her face, their eyes meeting. He pressed his forehead against hers. They were as close as they had ever been. Why do you do that?” he asked then in all seriousness, though he was admittedly distracted by her flighty hands and kisses. He had gripped Milli closer then in the fear that she would disappear from him. “
Don’t you dare try to scramble out of a compliment. You deserve everything and more.” He murmured. He thought back to what Julia had said. She had made it seem like Milli was after her scraps, as though Milli couldn’t got out there and make a name for herself. She was beautiful and there was nothing stopping her from being as great as Julia except what he could think of as maybe some sense of insecurity. Nathan didn’t want her to feel that way. He knew how sharp Julia’s words could cut – a lot of times he doubted himself and he was worried about his exhibition. What if all she said was true?
He tried to distract himself then, feeling the nerves turn into something worse and he didn’t want to scare Milli. This was their first moment of actually being able to succumb to their feelings and desires without overwhelming guilt. Though it wasn’t like Julia was gone forever and he feared what could be in his future were he to tell her that he didn’t want to be with her or go to Paris. How would she spin the story ten?
Nathan lost himself in kissing Milli, his lip travelling along her lips to her jawline and finding comfort in kisses along her neck and shoulder, timid hands grazing up to caress and hold her in places he was surprised allowed him to invade. “You’re more than I could have imagine,” he huskily whispered against her ear.
Milli couldn’t stop the laughter that emitted from her at his reaction, wrinkling her nose slightly as he painted over it. She smiled at him, feeling his bare hands on her skin beneath her shirt. She tensed slightly as his hands paused over site of injury. His lips made her forget the pain and forget any insecurities she had as she stuck close to him.
She gave a breathy giggle at his comment of being a work of art. She would never see what he saw in herself, no doubt he wouldn’t ever see himself through her eyes either.
“You need glasses.” She murmured softly and looked at him, meeting his eyes. He was such a wonderful man and she wanted nothing more than to keep him safe and protected in this world. She hadn’t seen a true episode from him, only last night at Julia’s and that had been harrowing enough. But right that moment it didn’t matter to her.
Milli shifted slightly closer to him, using gentle fingertips to explore his skin, each part of him as best she could. What a pair they must have looked with their faces grazed in paint, like lovesick teenagers fooling around.
Nathan pulled away only to look at milli in her eyes. There was no sense of concern or disbelief in his words. She was willing to stick around and stay with him. Though there was much turmoil around their relationship, it was nice to know that they could appreciate a moment of peace together. Things weren’t so tense or crazy when they were together and yet being with Milli was still so exciting and invigorating. He drew her in closer as she nuzzled him, her arms draped around his shoulders. His painting of her by the window wasn’t done, but it was nearing completion. It was rare he could sit for that long and focus; he was often pulled away from his world of creation when Sharon had him meeting with someone or when he had to go somewhere with Julia. He hated distractions, but Milli was his muse and her interrupting did nothing more than further his desire to create.
He’d started to fight her against saying she was the lucky one when she placed her lips against his. He smiled into the kiss; his hands now gentle against her lower back as he deepened it just slightly. This was the closest they had been and for the moment or the day everything seemed normal. But how quickly that could change once Julia interfered was a thought stuck to the back of his mind. He couldn’t take her off the guest list – he knew despite her dragging him through the mud, her attending the exhibit would bring attention and all publicity wasn’t good, but he hoped his presence and art spoke for itself.
Nathan looked at Milli shocked then, she was always so calm and quiet, similar to Mason, and it was pleasant though unusual to see her being so playful. He didn’t ever foresee a dull moment with her, but feared if he ever had an episode again it would turn Milli away.
“You!” He said once their lips parted, reaching for the paintbrush then to paint across her nose. “Hmm you’re the artist now?” He whispered with a smile, hands gentle under her shirt, pausing at the small bump along the healing scar – he closed his eyes as he kissed her again. “An artist and a work of art?” He whispered as he kissed her neck.
Nathan was assuring in so many ways, so serene and she believed him. She believed he was alright but it wouldn’t stop the gentle concern she had for him. He had been through so much these past few days and yet he somehow remained so strong through it. She just hoped he had the strength to continue in and she would do the same at his side, if that’s how things went with them. Julia was going to be tough.
His kisses were physical reminder that he was okay, he was here and he was present with her. She nuzzled into him and sighed out softly. Milli wrapped a lazy arm around him as she eyed the painting, smiling softly to herself as she heard his words.
“Hm, I’m the lucky one.” She assured him. Maybe in time he would miss the noise and the chaos, what would happen if the silence and the quiet got boring and dull to him?
Milli figured it was best not to linger on such things. She pressed a distracting kiss to his lips as she took up his forgotten paintbrush and brushed it over his cheek playfully. How long had it been since she had simply relaxed in the company of someone else like this?
“See? I’m an artist now.” She giggled and set the paintbrush down, eyeing her handiwork on his cheek and brushing her thumb over it, smudging it slightly. A mash of colour in a grey world and she couldn’t help but relax around him, and his calming presence. Milli let her lips brush his again and she truly was grateful he was here with her. And if he ever did leave, if it ever got so boring or he wanted some great adventure around the world with Julia then she at least wanted memories with him.
“You’re an open book, which isn’t necessarily bad – it takes a lot of strength to be so vulnerable.” Nathan knew that Milli was not asking out of a taste to get find something to taunt him about, as Julia had done. She was genuinely wondering if he was functioning okay without his medication. He hadn’t even bothered to bring it and yet knew that Michael probably slipped it in his bag after seeing what he had done at Julia’s place. Michael had watched him take the pills and even Julia. It was no secret, not even to Sharon, but some part of him didn’t want Milli to know. She didn’t look at him, at least until recently, like he was a bomb about to go off. Though, surely the scene that played out the night before may have changed how she perceived the male.
“I’m alright.” He said to her and he was nervous then, his hands sweating at the idea that maybe she would decide to and things and if so, it would be best he go home. He was calm around Milli, it didn’t feel like he needed his medication, but he was sure there was always the possibility of being triggered and it scared him to think that Milli could be in the middle of such a volatile time. He didn’t want to hurt her. “
He closed his eyes as she kissed his neck, hands wrapping around her waist to draw her even more into his lap. “I am happy,” he promised. “In Julia’s world it’s so loud and chaotic and there’s liquor and – it’s the only thing I think of that will make me at ease.” He sighed out and ran his nose along her neck, lips pressing against and drawing up to her ear. “There’s so much silence here.” He was conflicted and scared though. Julia still had it in her head that they would be staying together and he would have to meet up with her either way. “Don’t ever be sorry for me,” he said. “Meeting you has been – I’m so lucky.”
Milli watched him, smile fading as she sank down to sit beside him.
“Was I that obvious?” She asked him quietly and looked disappointed in herself and apologetic.
“Sorry.” She murmured and he seemed calm for now. She didn’t judge him, how could she? She looked to the painting he had so mastered since settling and smiled a little.
“Michael mentioned it. I’m not- Well, I’m not scared of you I just want to know you’re alright.” She said to him quietly. She guessed he had his reasons for not telling her, for keeping it quiet and illness and medicines were not something commonly spoken about. She didn’t ever doubt that they would have their own arguments, their own rollercoaster of emotions but she just wanted to make sure he was going to be alright.
All the news coverage, all the press and social media about him and all the lies Julia was telling to save herself from bad press, it had to be taking a toll. It made Milli furious to think that Nathan would be painted in a terrible light but she was scared for him at the same time. He was doing his best and he was not a terrible person. He was the opposite. He was sweet and kind and thoughtful and yes, he was passionate and daring but he chose to express it in his art.
“I’m sorry, Nathan. It’s not a big deal to me but I just want to make sure you’re happy, and you’re alright.” She said to him softly as she shifted close to him and pressed a soft kiss to his neck.
Michael had gone on his way and contently the both of them finished their soup in silence. He left Milli to cleaning up and returned to his painting, pausing every now and then to watch her. She did just the basic things, cleaning and organizing and yet it interested him so much. He was glad to see her working. That night of the attack he felt incredibly guilty. He hated that they were distant, how he hadn’t rushed after her and offered a cab together – she’d given him her umbrella out of kindness. He hated himself for letting her go – not being there. What could he do to change that? Nothing. So he tried his hardest to be there for her. It only became complicated when Julia realized he was asking too many questions. He hadn’t made the decision to tell her about them knowing one another before once they had their first big fight.
For the most part, Nathan was good. His medication was usually just to level out his moods and taken right before he went to sleep and when he woke up. Though that morning something had caused him not to take it and by the afternoon he was in between a bunch of feelings as he had already been arguing with Julia about him going to the museum with Milli instead of her. He’d made that decision to see Milli thinking that things would be calm. He hadn’t expected to act on his actions of admittance about how he felt about her.
It was a domino effect in a sense and he knew that it wasn’t over. He worried about what Julia would be up to when he had his exhibition, especially since most of the buyers she invited were her connects. This latest media news though would draw more attention and he was nervous. He paused then, mid stroke before looking at Milli. He was not surprised by the look she gave. Michael had been here and Michael had a big mouth. He didn’t hate him for it; when the silence seemed too much, Michael filled it with stories of his day and past. That said, when painting he wasn’t deaf and Michael was a boisterous person.
He sighed out in happiness at her kiss, his free hand gentle against her hip. It was so different having her so close to him without worry ; the morning with Julia pushed back.
“This is about the medication?” He asked as he placed down the brush and turned to look at her.
Milli looked to Michael questioningly when he mentioned Medication because she hadn’t seen him take anything and he hadn’t mentioned anything to her about it before. She didn’t press the subject though as she settled and looked to Nathan. It sparked a whole new flame of worry within her knowing he was on medications. Still, she didn’t judge him.
“Hm? I haven’t cooked that much for a while.” She pointed out and folded her legs up under her, it was nice to have company even if she did worry her apartment was too small sometimes. She ate in the quiet, running over things in her head as she got distracted. She collected the used bowls when everyone was finished and washed them up, seeing off Michael after a while and thanking him for his help and for bringing Nathan’s things. She settled in her spot by the window and watching Nathan. She didn’t understand why Julia had never seen the sort of man he was, how calming and serene he could be. And why would she ever treat him like a toy?
Was he embarrassed to tell her he was on medication? Maybe it wasn’t her business just yet. Maybe in time but she was still worried. She drew in a breath and smiled at Nathan gently. She wasn’t sure how to exactly approach this and she supposed it was easier to be to the point. Was he taking his medication now? If it was for his health.
“Nathan?” She said quietly, not demanding his attention, but rather requesting it.
“Are you alright?” She asked him after a few heartbeats. She couldn’t ask him about the medication. And he had so much going on.
Everything with Julia, his exhibition and yet he looked so comfortable with his art. Was he happy? Was this whole thing playing on his mind as well? She got up from her spot and went over to him, pressing a kiss to his head and taking a moment to just be close to him, quiet and gentle so she didn’t disturb his art if he didn’t want it. She wanted to hope he would tell her if he wasn’t okay, or if he wasn’t happy but she didn’t want to push him. She wasn’t like Julia in that sense.
Michael had followed her into the kitchen. For some people he came off a bit invasive, but he had always been interested in people and how they thought. The behavior of humans depending on environment or situation was incredible to him, that being why he had started school in sociology. Though, acting called out to him and it had always been one of his passions. He had decided to pursue it and was fortunate to be discovered by Sharon after she came to watch one of his plays. He had big dreams, more than just acting but diving into the film and celebrity culture – there were some real interesting character in those fields. Nathan had proved to be one and fortunately for him and Julia, he was able to get a hint of what went on. Though, Michael could tell it wasn’t really Nathan’s scene. Other than with Julia, he rarely went out – he was either home or at the studio.
“Well, you know some people are good at hiding a lot of things. I suppose Nathan reacted that way because he didn’t take his medication,” Michael said with a wave of his hand. He assumed that if he were close to Milli she would know. But Michael had seen Nathan go off the rails before, not to the point of destroying his art, but there was a time after a fight with Julia he came back to the apartment disheveled and said nothing to Michael, just picking up a mug from his side table and watching it shatter against the floor. Michael hadn’t a clue what to do – a bit of fear on getting close. Nathan had only took moments to breathe, muttering something under his breath before looking up and apologizing, promising to clean up the mess in the morning. Come to think of it, it was the night he’d learned of the attack on Milli.
“Well let’s just hope there is security – Nathan is usually calm, but sometimes when he’s with Julia things just click in the wrong place.” Michael happily took his serving and thanked her before heading to sit on the floor watching tv. They were playing the story still and Julia was a damn good actress, but the volume was low so as not to distract Nathan. He smiled at Milli as she kissed his cheek, finishing up a bit before deciding to take a break – not wanting his soup to get cold. Michael had to leave soon enough for a commercial shoot.
Sitting beside Milli then, he playfully poked her side. “You didn’t tell me you could cook.”
Milli looked to Michael with a grateful smile. Lifting heavy stuff was definitely not in the list of things to do and more hands made light her work. She shifted over to the kitchen and glanced to Nathan before smiling to Michael.
“He’s been.... great to me. Really, he has. He visited at hospital and did his best.” Maybe Michael would know more about him and Julia than she ever would. She started to make some soup, cutting up vegetables.
“I didn’t know how bad Julia got, with the drinking.” She murmured and set the soup on to cook away. She leaned on the counter slightly and looked thoughtful for a short amount of time. She shifted her loose hair out her face and then glanced to Michael again. It at least felt good to be able to be upright and standing again, as well as cooking for people.
“I’m worried about his exhibition- Last night, he freaked out and I’m worried Julia is going to try and ambush it.” She said to Michael. It wasn’t as if they could ban her from the event. Maybe Milli would do better to stay away from the exhibition, to put out some flames and hopefully stop any fireworks.
She was brought back to reality as the soup came to the boil. She stirred it and pulled out some bowls. She didn’t know when Julia would calm down, or when her and Nathan would talk but she didn’t know if it would go well and Julia’s temper was like a pit bull. She didn’t want Nathan hurt. Milli handed Michael a bowl and gave him a thankful look for listening to her before taking a bowl through to Nathan, setting it beside him as she kissed his cheek, careful not to disturb him while he was working. She settled in her favourite spot by the window and ate some of the soup. She hated that Julia was spinning a nasty story to make Nathan look bad to the media like this but she wasn’t sure what she could do to stop it.
Milli was clearing things up, trying to make space for him. Michael had settled on the couch as comfortable as ever. Nathan had got himself situated, now watching the two interact. In truth, Michael was his only friend out here and though the two of them were incredibly different, they had somehow managed to get along and build a really great bond. Michael had seen Nathan at his worst, frustrated and all. What he saw on the news was nothing new, Nathan had come home with bruises and scratches before – trying to shake them off as a feisty bit of lovemaking, but he saw the sadness in the male. He had suspected he had done these things to himself, but Nathan had let it slip about how Julia could get. He could only hope that his friend and his art wouldn’t been sucked down a drain because of a spun story.
Nathan busied himself with actually beginning to paint, his mind stuck on that cottage – he’d sketched an idea when Milli first mentioned it and seeing her there, talking to Michael and having a moment of peace after the trouble Julia put them through seemed to have calmed Milli some and him as well. He tried not to make it obvious, not wanting to disturb something so natural. Despite the hiccup of seeing the cops outside of Julia’s apartment on the news, a brief shot of him walking out as the speaker announced what had gone on. Milli was quick to turn it off though and he tried to push it to the back of his mind.
“Staying for lunch sound great,” Michael said and without asking he began to help her place the books in the bookshelf. “You know I’m glad he’s here. I love Julia, beautiful girl – but Nathan would come. Back after a week with her and he was just not himself – I’m sure you have to know. He talked about you always, finally told me your name.”
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