prologue
nce upon a city is a ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit, sed do eiusmod tempor incididunt ut labore et dolore magna aliqua. Ut enim ad minim veniam, quis nostrud exercitation ullamco laboris nisi ut aliquip ex ea commodo consequat. Duis aute irure dolor in reprehenderit in voluptate velit esse cillum dolore eu fugiat nulla pariatur. Excepteur sint occaecat cupidatat non proident, sunt in culpa qui officia deserunt mollit anim id est laborum
staff
credit
skin made for ouac by hedgie
table of contents
newest chapters
#/# update here

#/# update here

#/# update here

affiliates

 
Add Reply
New Topic
New Poll

 sweet talk, cormac
CARLEY A. C. MCINTYRE
 Posted: Jul 28 2015, 03:42 PM
Quote



outfit: outfit
tagged: cormac
notes: cold af

Carley thought the menu was the most interesting thing in the world, or at least, that's how it seemed, the way she was looking at it, lips pursed, eyebrows raised. Bleeding Hearts was her favorite restaurant, as the boy sitting across from her knew, so she already decided what to order at least five minutes in to looking at the menu, but she was still looking at it, not even bothering to glance up at him.

Fine. Pick me up at 7. Those were the only words she had said to him after at least four days of the silent treatment after he had fucked her worst enemy at Baum, and that was only because she really wanted to go to Bleeding Hearts, and there was no way she'd pay for it herself, not in a million years. And there was no way she was going to forgive him just yet, in fact, he could do a little more suffering. Carley chose a two piece bandage dress that exposed her midsection but slimmed her down and complimented her figure. Every piece of jewelry she put on were gifts from other boyfriends, and Cormac probably knew that. She always liked to show off her expensive, extravagant gifts to pretty much anyone.

Looking even more flawless as usual would hopefully make him realize what he had done, right? What he was missing out on. Honestly, she wasn't even mad that he had sex with another girl. She didn't ever make it clear that they were going to be exclusive. It was just... He knew how much she hated Nahnie, right? It's not like she pretended to like her like she did with everyone else. It could have been any other girl, except for maybe her other sworn enemies or her best friend, but no. It had to be Nahnie, he had to hook up with her.

"Can I get you something to drink?"

Looking up at the waiter, she smiled at him. "Iced tea, sweetened, please and thank you." Carley couldn't get through this dinner without any tea, to be honest. Taking one moment to look at Cormac, her lips pursed again, she looked at her menu again, not willing to talk to him just yet. Let him say whatever he wanted to say, and then she would decide if she wanted to forgive him.

Which was ridiculous, because she did want to forgive him. There were so many times she had considered texting him or tweeting him or even emailing him back after the snap disappeared from his story. He seemed desperate, which she appreciated. It boosted her clusterfuck of an ego, that was for sure. But she didn't, because Carley had to punish him with the silent treatment, and also she wanted to hold out until he was willing to spend money.

Okay, that was kind of bad, but he totally deserved it, right? Also, she had to see if she was worth spending money on, which apparently she was. Of course she was, she was a total bombshell, at least, that's what she had told herself in the mirror about a thousand times before he came by her room to pick her up.

Wow, this menu sure was interesting.

get it back on track if you want me back
do the sweet talk on me
PM
^
CORMAC S. RAVENEL III
 Posted: Jul 30 2015, 01:29 PM
Quote


Cormac was never wrong. It was a side effect of growing up with parents who only existed to give you what wanted and make sure the family looked good; when you were always told you were in the right, it could grow impossible to acknowledge when you were in the wrong. Combine that with the arrogant, self-rightous attitude that Cormac had, and you were dealing with an insufferable prick who never apologized for anything he did. He hurt your feelings? Well you shouldn't have been acting like that and he wouldn't have insulted you.

This time was different, though. Cormac didn't know what had gotten up under his skin, but something was genuinely bothering him. For the first time since he had purposely gotten a nanny fired when he was seven, Cormac felt guilty. It was a strange feeling that was truly eating away at him, mainly because Cormac didn't know how to deal with it. Ever since Carley had stopped answering his texts, calls, DMs, emails, everything Cormac felt like someone was taking an ice cream scoop to his insides and it needed to stop. He wanted to fix whatever was wrong, because even though he didn't give a shit about feelings, the thought of losing Carley for a second time was...painful. It was even more fucked up because this time, Cormac would be responsible.

What had he done? Cormac had been wracking his brain for days, trying to figure out what he did wrong. It was a weird thought process for him; of all the people he hung out with, no one had ever decided to give him the cold shoulder like this. Was Carley upset that they had slept together? It didn't seem like that at the time, but maybe she was regretting it. That would be the worst, not just because Cormac wanted sleep with her a bunch more, but because he (literally) couldn't imagine the way it felt to regret sleeping with your friend.

Finally, though, Carley had agreed to meet up with him. Cormac knew she had expensive tastes, and definitely respected that, which is how he found himself sitting in front of a propped up menu at Bleeding Hearts. If Cormac knew Carley, which he did, he knew she didn't need to stare at the menu that long, but he was beginning to figure out that it was just more silent treatment. Cormac held his own menu up to cover his face, trying to fight off the annoyance of seeing her dressed up in presents from other guys. Obviously, she was wearing those trinkets to get under Cormac's skin, and it was working quite well. Not to be outdone, though, Cormac had went out to buy something as part of his apology for whatever the hell he had done. That morning Cormac's mother had called him in a panic after the assistant was reviewing bank statements and saw the bill from Tiffany's; she was convinced her son had proposed to some girl because he knocked her up. It had taken two hours to reassure her that, no, Cormac was not engaged to some yankee gold digger wanting a piece of the south. never gifted girls, except for maybe cab fair and breakfast, or occasionally a new dress if they were attending an event with him and Cormac wanted to sleep with them, but that hadn't happened since he left the south. As the waiter came along to ask for their drinks, Cormac said, "I'll have the same," even though he desperately wanted a whiskey, neat. Lowering his menu, Cormac cleared his throat. "So...what are you thinking about getting?" Okay, that wasn't the apology he had wanted to say, but at least he was talking to her. God, had someone turned the air on? It was mighty frosty around their table.

YOU'RE JUST A LITTLE BIT OUT OF MY LIMIT
CARLEY | ## | NEED SOME BLANKETS TBH
PM
^
CARLEY A. C. MCINTYRE
 Posted: Jul 31 2015, 02:58 AM
Quote



outfit: outfit
tagged: cormac
notes: somehow ice cold but also has nO CHILL

Carley was just about to look over the menu some more when Cormac actually asked her a direct question, as if he was allowed to do something as bold as speak to her at this point, and she looked at him with this exact thought displayed on her face. Well, she might as well answer him. After all, he was paying for this, and he was trying, and he was spending money on her. "The foie gras," she answered, with enough certainty to make it clear that she made that decision minutes ago. "You?"

Ugh, she was creating a dialogue. She totally did not mean to do that but it was done now, and with enough sass that maybe he would get the memo. Though, she wasn't sure if he would get any hints he was dropping. She couldn't be subtle with him, unfortunately, because Cormac probably really didn't know what he had done. Carley knew that Cormac was a dog, but he could be trained. That doesn't mean that Carley wasn't going to be a bitch about it, though.

The waiter came back with their drinks and Carley smiled and thanked him, needing her tea badly at this point. As if on cue, she took a drink, looking directly at Cormac now. Silent treatment time was over; now it was tea spilling time. "So, what have you been up to?" she asked, blinking a couple times and fake-smiling at him, eyebrows raised.

Yeah, it was getting pretty chilly at the table, but Carley could handle it in spite of her outfit. The cold never bothered her anyway, especially when she was the source of it.

get it back on track if you want me back
do the sweet talk on me
PM
^
1 User(s) are reading this topic (1 Guests and 0 Anonymous Users)
0 Members:

Topic Options
Add Reply
New Topic
New Poll