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indie && private frances–eleanor laurens. written by kaylee. sideblog to raisedglass.

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a chuckle vibrated from her chest as she shakes her head, she’s well aware they’ll do it if she dares them. and so, she shrugs gently and presses a very platonic kiss against their forehead. “ mm no, i’ll enjoy this very rare moment while i can, i’ll pick that. ”

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a smile appears on frances’ face at the kiss ; a quiet moment passes before they pull theo close,  essentially back to how near they were when frances first woke up,  their arm draped over theodosia’s body and head nuzzled against their neck.  ❝  shh,  then.  ‘f i’m not allowed to talk, you aren’t either.  ❞  they’re just barely awake enough to know that leaning up to kiss theo would be a Bad Idea,  but the thought crosses their mind and it’s so tempting.

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poptart-pimp :

me: *is naturally affectionate* me: *has major trust and abandonment issues, fears rejection* me: ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

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“ morning. ” theodosia greets them, and she’s quite for a moment before a brief chuckle escapes her. the brunette lets a finger come up, and coil a dark lock of frances’ hair around the thin digit – mainly to distract herself from trying to do something else ( something stupid ) . “ you know, ” she hums in a playful tone as her brows raise and she glances down at them once more. “ this is by far the quietest you’ve every been while awake. ”

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they lean into theo’s touch to their hair,  uncharacteristic peacefulness washing over them just as theodosia comments on it.  only in the mornings is frances ever this quiet ; from the time they get their first cup of coffee to the time they fall asleep,  they’re just constant motion and noise,  but before that they’re far more chill than anyone would expect.  ❝  i can be louder,  ❞  they say — they’re still mumbling,  eyes half-shut,  but they’re totally serious.  ❝  or y’could just enjoy that i’m finally talking less.  your choice.  ❞

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“ obviously the wrong kind. ah — no, no i’m not going to do that. i’d feel bad for those poor guys on the opposite end of your wrath. ”

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❝  nah,  don’t feel bad for them,  they’d deserve it.  if ya change your mind,  the offer’s open,  ‘kay?  ❞

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       && WHEN OUR CHILDREN TELL OUR STORY —.

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@bornforgotten ; Our muses fall asleep together in a seemingly platonic way, but wake up cuddled close and enjoy this more than expected.

so they were both exhausted ( finals tend to do that to people ), and had ended up falling asleep around the same time a top of theo’s bed in her dorm. by the time she woke up, frances’s arms were around her and hers were in the same position around them as well as a leg holding them close. ( she’s not exactly complaining though. ) theodosia shifts slightly , detangling her limbs from around them as carefully as she could – except that she jostled frances some regardless. “ sorry, ” she hums, voice still full of sleep.

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there’s a momentary second of confusion as frances wakes up with arms wrapped around them and their face tucked into someone’s shoulder.  it’s nice,  though,  so they’re content to stay and doze off for a bit longer — until theo shifts and frances’ eyes open,  blinking up at theo,  a sleep-dazed smile on their face.  in the back of their mind is the realization that waking up cuddling with one’s best friend-slash-possible crush isn’t usually a thing that happens,  but they’re too sleepy to care,  still.  ❝  nah,  it’s alright,  ❞  they murmur,  not awake enough yet for their voice to rise to its usual volume.  ❝  g’mornin’.  ❞

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it is a tale told by a bleary-eyed, sharp-tounged girl with hair stained by storm-dark sunsets in august (and it would be too overwrought to say by blood because she is too old for the pink bandaids they used to pinch over her scraped knees) full of violence and smiles bitten down over the cap of a pen, and long moments of stasis marred by worn edges and failures clocked-in like the turns of a second hand,  signifying nothing. signifying what?  you want to write everything in the blank instead, pencil on paper, but you don’t because, sweetheart,  they told you not to be so melodramatic. they said, no, it goes: it is a tale told by an idiot, start again.

shakespeare didn’t write this tragedy, she did // j.a.s (via gingerlattes)

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   HAMILTON                     LAURENS                      REYNOLDS                      BURR.                                        we might have legacies to protect, but we’re bigger than that. 

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you do not have to be good. you do not have to walk on your knees for a hundred miles in the desert, repenting. you only have to let the soft animal of your body love what it loves.      tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.  meanwhile, the world goes on.   meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain are moving across the landscapes, over the prairies and the deep trees, the mountains and the rivers.   meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air, are heading home again.   whoever you are, no matter how lonely, the world offers itself to your imagination, calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting - over and over announcing your place in the family of things. - mary oliver.