rex-stellarum:

     _{”————- i try.
      really, i do.
      you should see me
      during happy hour.”}

                             _{he sends a smirk her way as he leans up against the high countertop, letting the sharp marble digging into his biceps keep him grounded so he could keep the upper hand in this conversation.}

  _{“so… i’ve got to ask
   what do you do for
   a living?”}

                   _{—-Thick blonde curls bounced when she rotated in her spot. For he’d shocked her, though she should hardly be surprised. Most men wanted to talk about themselves, flaunt their riches and good looks. Apparently to them being self-centered was attractive. Or they thought of her as some sleazy gold digging hooker. Which neither, of course, were true. For Rosalie could support herself just fine. However, a man with power, that was where she’d fallen flat. Rosalie Hale was a sucker for men who held a higher power and knew it. That was what she looked for. Perhaps it was her inner desires that led to such follies. Though, it ne'er mattered before. And soon enough she’d noticed she’d gotten off track. Her thoughts were nilly little things.}

                               _{’ I design lingerie. You know, panties, bras, bustiers
                        depends on the style—- However, modeling is what I
                        live off of. ’}