Sophia Bush

[Bio under construction] [21+|RP|AU] #Dame

[Sophia Bush @RadiantPique]

» Another face of #Dame
» Scouting people to talk to
» #Sophian, with chemistry

[Sophia Bush @RadiantPique]

(@SomerFaux) — anything, was to get him up and out of the house, back to his usual routine.]

We could go get some Chinese at that place you really like. I would've said we could go get a few drinks but you've maxed out for the month, at the very least.

[Sophia Bush @RadiantPique]

(@SomerFaux) — what he hadn't said. He knew, just like he knew she reciprocated his sentiments completely]

Are you saying you're actually willing to step out of this dump, Somerhalder?

[With raised eyebrows, she flashed him a teasing smirk. What she wanted, more than —

[Sophia Bush @RadiantPique]

(@SomerFaux) [A grin had formed on the brunette's features at his words. She could read his expressions as clear as day, though she wasn't going to acknowledge what he was trying to say. They'd developed their own language by now. She didn't need to acknowledge that she heard —

[Sophia Bush @RadiantPique]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, @RantyFanGirl. I FUCKING LOVE YOU OKAY? OKAY.

[Sophia Bush @RadiantPique]

(@SomerFaux) — and check on you. Which, in retrospect, was a brilliant idea, considering what I walked in on.

[Sophia Bush @RadiantPique]

(@SomerFaux) — soft breath.]

Plus, none of your guys had heard from you, Ian. They were worried, I was worried. So I figured I'd barge in —

[Sophia Bush @RadiantPique]

(@SomerFaux) — you pretty well was one thing. Plus, you weren't answering calls, texts...

[With a shrug of her shoulders, she let out a —

[Sophia Bush @RadiantPique]

(@SomerFaux) — equally evident, if not more so. Giving his hands a gentle squeeze, she smiled a soft smile.]

Well, the fact that I know —

[Sophia Bush @RadiantPique]

(@SomerFaux) [A soft sigh left the brunette's lips as she watched him. The struggle was very evident in his expression. The pain was —

[Sophia Bush @RadiantPique]

(@SomerFaux) — own.]

Ian, come on, hon. You really can't do this forever.

[Sophia Bush @RadiantPique]

(@SomerFaux) — sigh left her once more as she uncrossed her arms and knelt in front of him. She reached for his hands and held them in her —

[Sophia Bush @RadiantPique]

(@SomerFaux) — had or ever gotten but, if he wallowed here, he'd never get to what he deserved, never achieve what he deserved.

A soft —

[Sophia Bush @RadiantPique]

(@SomerFaux) — that Ian needed to get out of this. He didn't deserve to be treated like this. He deserved so much more than what he'd ever —

[Sophia Bush @RadiantPique]

(@SomerFaux) — seriously going to wallow her for the rest of your life?

[She wasn't trying to be mean, nor did she want to. But she knew —

[Sophia Bush @RadiantPique]

(@SomerFaux) — once more. Crossing her hands over her chest, she stood in front of the male, her eyebrows quirked at his form.]

Are you —

[Sophia Bush @RadiantPique]

(@SomerFaux) — ready to...sit back down on the couch. A soft sigh left the brunette as she put down the garbage bag and moved to the couch —

[Sophia Bush @RadiantPique]

(@SomerFaux) — place.

She'd straightened up the couch and had moved to the kitchen when Ian walked back into the living room, dressed and —

[Sophia Bush @RadiantPique]

(@SomerFaux) — look like a living room and she could finally breathe without having to want to throw up at the sight or smell of the —

[Sophia Bush @RadiantPique]

(@SomerFaux) — Anything that looked, felt or smelt disgusting went into the big black bag. Soon enough, the living room had started to —

[Sophia Bush @RadiantPique]

(@SomerFaux) — boxes of take out and pizza, the many, many empty bottles of beer and scotch and a lot of things she didn't even know. —