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vera dancer. 17. third year. rebel. her heart's too big for her body.

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eagwen

( /she basks in the quietness of the cafeteria at such an odd hour; most of her schoolmates have either gone back to their dorms to rest or have gone to the library to catch up with studying while still some others have gone off to do their extracurricular activities yet gwen sits silently by the window, sipping on her orange juice/ ) oh hey, vera, you made it. ( /she greets half-heartedly as the treasurer takes a seat in front of her/ ) sorry to call you out here like this. i just didn’t feel like working in the student council office today– too many distractions with the rose garden seen from our window, you know? ( /she tries to keep it lighthearted but it’s obvious that gwen isn’t feeling much like herself/ ) i’ve given you all the receipts right? for thronecoming? we need to do a summary of expenses before legacy day is up.

(/a quick nod is accompanied by quick hands reaching into a pink backpack. within seconds she’s producing her mini-filer, the one she uses for student council, and sitting it on the table) it’s fine, don’t worry! (/she rummages through the tabs, stopping on the one marked ~*thronecoming*~ in purple letters) here we go, (/she lays them out on the table, and immediately begins organizing them by place of purchase and cost. after a few seconds, she glances up at gwen, cocking her head to the side) hey, are you okay, hun? (/her voice drops with it’s sincerity, and vera prepares herself for two outcomes— one of which she decides to refuse to take) oh, (/says quietly) are you ... i mean, like, i’m super stressed about legacy day so i know you’re probably pretty upset too, right? (/she sits up straighter, eyes widening) but, if i’m like, overstepping a boundary or something you totally don’t have to answer, okay? it’s super personal— sorry, i shouldn’t even have asked. 

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hey hey! quick announcement; i’ve spoken with the mun for nick aka yixing and we’ve decided to continue the seolhyun/yixing dynamic with some highkey lowkey changes. this just means that vera & nick are a ~*thing*~ will be doing ~*thing*~ things. 

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eaxselene

as much as selene loved being the center of attention, a ball like thronecoming was much too big for her to even wrap her head around. there would be so many people, probably watching her every move. and she wasn’t exactly sure how she felt about that.

“oh my god, please do. you would be a life saver. otherwise, i think i’d be panicking all over the room without a clue of what to do.” selene says apologetically, but a smile still grows on her face, “thanks for the help and for taking time out of your day.”

“so far, i’ve only got a dress, and i’ve been meaning to ask kaya for help with make up. but other then that, i’m completely clueless about this entire event. like what do you even do?!” her voice raises an octave, slightly panicked.

vera laughs in spite of herself, finding the whole situation to be cuter than it should be.

“okay, first, calm down,” she says kindly, before mimicking some deep breathing exercises her sister used to show her, “breathe in, breathe out.” 

“you said you have a dress right? let’s start there— tell me everything. what color is it, how long is it, Everything.” 

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* mirror, mirror, on the wall, who’s the hoe-est of them all?

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kayaea

(/ she laughs, and her drink is finished, but conversations like these don’t need the trappings of alcohol. she looks pensive for a moment ) jakob. probably. (/ decisively. kaya trails her gaze to her friend ) what about you? (/ she pokes vera’s side teasingly, winking, glancing around the room for the pretty face of her friend’s prince ) any lucky frogs getting kissed tonight?

(/confusion mars her face) jakob? (/she cocks her head to the side) no, no, kaya, like, activity— (/it hits her like a truck and suddenly vera feels very much inept at the english language) ohhh (/she says with a wide grin) i get it. (/but no sooner as understanding washed over her than she’s blushing, face tinged red under her purposely applied blush which makes her seem impossibly redder than before) well, (/she starts, fighting a smile and the butterflies that threaten to literally suffocate her) hopefully? maybe? (/concern fills her features) you don’t think he’ll, like, say no or something right? because this dress is literally for him. 

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eaxkay

( ‵ He turns a few side way glances, hoping Will isn’t looking, because they’re good friends and sharing the same girl wouldn’t bloom their friendship further. He follows her sway, something he usually does because he’s not a very good dancer. He nods at her statements as the music backgrounds her. He’s apathetic, but he thinks that he can contribute a little bit to the conversation ) but this is amazing, and they did a pretty good job– honestly ( ‵ he comments before laughing faintly ) It’s fine ( ‵ he answers, not really adding a few things to it, he is a less talker after all ) I came with Kaya ( ‵ he says like it’s a normal thing to bring a sister for a date ) I couldn’t think of anyone to go with except for her ( ‵ he continues )  

(/which might be creepy if it was anyone other than kay and kaya. she knows enough about them to know everything to due with them is codependent and unhealthy and worrisome, but they’re okay, so who is vera to judge something that has virtually nothing to do with her) i see, (/smiles, listens as the song ends and lets her hands drop carefully) we should hang out more, (/she tells him, and means it, because it’s weird to everything about one sibling and only rumors about the other) kaya talks about you all the time, so it’s weird that i don’t personally know anything about you, y’know? (/she shrugs, patting his arm in a farewell gesture) i’ll see you around, yes? 

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kayaea

she’s been a comfort girl in more than one sense of the word to more than a hundred types of people, so this is nothing new. friends, best friends, close friends–names drawn with chalk, lines easily blurred.

so kaya takes mint lips and smudges the entire picture. she looks at her friend, chuckles, smiles, shakes her head a little and kisses vera the same way.

its a good way to start the day if she only has less than ten hours before being squeezed into pinchy shoes and wound tightly around the waist. her date is handsome, captain of the boys’ swim team. his arm will never be as soft as vera’s.

kaya kisses her, soft lips and lazy questions and feather touch. exposed shoulders and falling straps and fluttering lashes. she presses forward, shifting into slow morning with legs bending beside vera’s hips and hands pressing wrists beside vera’s head.

no destination, no direction, no sad break ups or tears–sometimes its good to just float for a while.

an ocean becomes a river becomes a lake becomes the pond behind her house. everything is still, the only waves made are the ones they create, and vera thinks this is much more manageable than riptides and undercurrents.

it’s easy to lift her knee up, and it’s easy to pull one hand away to sit it on a smooth thigh, and it’s to feel like everything is the way it’s supposed to be. 

she thinks she should ask if this is okay, or maybe say that she’s never done anything like this before, but kaya would say something if she didn’t want this, vera’s sure, and kaya knows vera’s never done anything like this because kaya knows everything, vera’s sure. 

so she relaxes into bed sheets, opens her mouth, finds herself thinking that kaya tastes better than her ex.  

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pretty little princesses.

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eamanon

Her patient look is quickly wiped clean, a newfound smile immediately forming at the sight of her friends excitement. She’d quick to step into the room, being careful as she pulls her dress in behind her, setting her makeup bag down on a nearby table gently.

“I know the feeling, all this morning I kept checking over every detail of my dress to make sure it still looked perfect,” she responds, her eyes wide as she nodded vigorously. “You don’t have anything to worry about, Vee. It’ll all look perfect, you’ll look perfect, I know it will.”

Her head falls to one side slightly, her smile still evident as she reaches inside her bag, taking out a few hair clips. “I can’t help but feel shaky myself. This is my first big event since leaving home, I’ve been aching to dress up again.”

With the front of her hair pinned out of the way, she’s quick to start getting her face ready, foundation and concealer first

“The dress is already a lot, so I don’t want do to anything heavy, but the eyes will definitely be the focal point.”

“ugh, me too!” vera hands work quick, running over strands of hair with heat, “i haven’t really dressed up for ages— not to mention, dancing.” she shudders around the word. 

it’s a silly thing to fear, but being born with two left feet in a family of people who use their feet like weapons makes her own inability to follow rhythm a constant source of insecurity. 

pin straight hair falls down her back, and she tugs a handband up to keep it out of her face. 

“are you going with anyone?” she asks suddenly, perking up even as she sits on the floor to start on her foundation, “it’s totally fine if you’re not,” she’s quick to cover up, afraid of seeming judgemental, “i was just wondering. if you’re not it’s really even more great because then you won’t be stressing twenty-four seven about your date, y’know?” 

which is hugely hypocritical, but vera has zero intention of bringing up her own date. 

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announcements are announced, but she shifts on restless legs because she doesn’t really care, and finds herself squeezing wills forearm without meaning to. he’s been the perfect date tonight, better than she could’ve ever hoped for, but the dress is beginning to feel suffocating and her shoes hurt and her body is covered with an overwhelming sense of heat that she can’t get rid of no matter how many times she flips her hair over her shoulder. 

she turns to him, standing too close as she always seems to do, one hand on his arm, “can we stop by my room before we head to the after? i have to switch my shoes out.” 

which is a lie, but will needn’t know that. 

minutes pass, and vera calms her nerves by dancing with him, laughing into his shoulder, letting him pull her in close by the waist and talk into her ear. 

for all his thinly veiled intentions, will isn’t as smooth as he thinks he is. 

the walk back to her room is grueling and she’s half tempted to try for a ride on his back, but she’s not sure she could get her legs around his waist with the dress on. he’s holding her hand and the contact makes her skin vibrate. 

her room is empty, as she knew it would be, and the bed is made with clean sheets, but the first thing vera does is step out of her shoes, tucking them under her desk with a soft moan, “god, that feels good,” she says to the room at large, and finds herself making eye contact with a small smile. 

they’re standing too close, magnets pulled by the same rules of attraction, and vera could count his eyelashes because he keeps moving closer, “will,” she starts, and finds herself looking at the curve of his lips. 

“i don’t really want to go to the after,” she tells him, a tiny confession, a tinier step closer. 

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* mirror, mirror, on the wall, who’s the hoe-est of them all?

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kayaea

(/ she loves vera. she does. she has loved vera, her adorable granola-giving friend, for such a long time. but kaya really doesn’t think she has loved vera as much as she loves her now. she cracks up, humor tucked neatly behind a pretty little laugh. ) we’re on different dimensions. (/ lazily rounds a finger around the rim of her glass ) if i knew we were reliving some fifteen-year-old’s birthday party i would have worn something else. (/ the judgey eyes won’t stop as much as kaya wants them to–and she doesn’t want them to. and she can’t roll her eyes enough so she stops trying and drinks again; and almost laughs her drink out of her mouth when someone passes in yet another 18th century ballgown )

i wouldn’t have, (/said plainly, her eyes following the train of a dress both too big and too long. bodies are being lost in fabric, which saddens her immensely, because they’re! such!! nice!!! bodies!!!! she’s torn between the fact that she knows anyone can wear anything they want and also knowing that she doesn’t them wearing anything they want) i haven’t worn a dress this big since my sister’s svadba. (/she turns to kaya, smiling coyly) enough about ugly dresses. what’re you doing after homecoming? 

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eaxwill

everything feels completely new with her. familiar sensations aren’t familiar anymore, a single spark starts a wildfire, suddenly these are brand new waters—he swims eagerly.

he kisses her, and the corner of her mouth, and her chin, pulls her a little closer by the gentle curve of her back, runs a hand along her thigh to secure her legs around him. something falls clattering noisily to the ground but will doesn’t care, because he has vera on her desk now and his lips are pressing down her neck.

and they would’ve continued traveling lower if she hadn’t said anything, if she hadn’t pulled the breaks on the train; metal scratches against railroad tracks loudly. will pauses to lift his head and look at her.

pause for a second. wordless conversation for a second.

he’s thinking about how nice vera’s lips look so bright red and kissed, he thinks about how much more he wants to cover her skin in pink blemishes and red flowers like the most beautiful garden–or the prettiest bruised peach. but she doesn’t need to say more for him to know what she’s thinking.

he smiles understandingly and loosens his hold on her, all the indications of unwavering patience; pausing for a moment when they’re just close enough. “you know i’m yours,” he reminds her gently, “when you want me.” with a final rub to her arm, a smile and a kiss, he reaches for the notebook they’d pushed off the table.

which is a terrible thing to say, she thinks, because it’s starting to feel like she always wants him, a constant cycle of need versus resistance and she’s not sure which is stronger. why is she resisting, anyway?

a million emotions stirring deep in her gut, clawing to get out and reach towards him, but vera watches him pick up a fallen notebook, and she remembers. 

that boys are strange creatures, and everything feels different to vera than it does to will. it’s a hard thing to remember, because they feel like two halves of a perfectly split whole, but she refuses to forget. if she does this right, maybe it will stay right. 

even still, she remains sitting on the desk, lets her thighs come together after a few seconds of errant thoughts. 

“right,” she says, breathing out carefully, desperate not to show how much of an effect he has on her. if he knows, he might use it against her, and she’s shaky in the face of temptation.

she tucks her hair back behind her ear before sliding off her desk, adjusting her skirt as casually as she can, and looking down so her swallow isn’t obvious, “sorry, i just...” and she tries to think of a way to explain how terrified she is of ruining this before it even starts, but everything comes out mushy and cliche and pathetic. 

instead, she smiles again, hoping to cover everything up with white teeth, “do you still want dinner?” 

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"can you tell Will to stop threatening me?"

he threatened you? (/a million different emotions rise and vera doesn’t know which one is worth focusing on, although an undeniable sense of warmth seems to spread all the way out to her fingertips) i can try, but he’s really stubborn. (/she frowns) i’m sorry he’s being like that. 

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eaxkay

( ‵ Kay waits for an answer, assumes it’s a ‘yes’ because he knows a little bit about Vera from Kaya. He’s a gentleman and he swiftly takes her hand to guide her to the dance floor, careful not to step on her dress or anything that concerns ruining the night ) yes, of course  ( ‵ he answers, not entirely sure what fun means but he is happy ) how about you? ( ‵ he returns the genuine favor, settling his hands on her hips almost mechanically, hoping she doesn’t mind )  

(/too quick to nod, her body reacting before her mind has a chance to catch up as she’s wont to do) everything turned out really well, (/she says falling into step. it’s years of practice that have her capable of keeping up with the most simplest of footwork, hands around his neck, and she tries to relax despite her overwhelming fear of tripping) but honestly, i’ll be glad when it’s all over. it’s been a nightmare in terms of budget— not to mention half the council’s been stress arguing for weeks now and i’m not sure if i can listen to one more argument about paper plates versus styrofoam ones— (/she stops, smiles lightly, and wonders if her face heating up is visible through the contour) sorry, i’m kind of a rambler. anyway, who did you come with? 

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eaxselene

selene starts, but she recovers quickly at the other’s question. “it sounds like a lot of fun, so most likely!”

“its nice to meet you, vera. i’m selene, and to be honest, thronecoming sounds a little intimidating.” she shivers to exaggerate her words, “all that glitter, make up, and dress shopping sounds so…” she trails off, unsure how to explain her inner feelings.

the words go straight to vera’s overwhelmingly large heart, her head automatically nodding in empathy, “i understand,” she says, and means it, “i remember the first time my mother threw a ball— i was totally overwhelmed, i had no idea what i was doing.” 

she remembers frantically flattening her hair, her sisters advising her on makeup from their vanities, her dress being too long for her heels. 

vera cocks her head to the side, “do you want me to help? i know we just met, but i know it’s terrifying to tackle this alone— and i would love to, honestly, it would be like, no trouble!”

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training wheels

waking up is the number three worst thing to do, right after opening her eyes and acknowledging the presence of a new day. it isn’t that she isn’t over the breakup, it’s just that she can’t stop thinking about it. kaya’s room smells like a second home, but vera just feels high strung and tired. 

thronecoming has absolutely zero appeal now that she’s going alone.

they sit side by side each other, vera leaning lazily into kaya’s side, watching the other girl scroll through her phone. kaya says to watch this, so they watch a video, and vera laughs despite herself, and it’s amazing how kaya can make her feel better even when everything feels like the raw end of a non negotiable deal. 

vera turns to say something, but the morning sun catches in the blond of kayas hair, and she’s lonely, and tired, and kaya seems to be none of those things. 

the kiss is light, chaste, a moment of reprieve in what feels like a very long time underwater. kaya feels like oxygen.

“sorry,” vera breathes, “was that too much?” 

and she thinks she should be more sorry, but it’s hard to apologize for breathing properly again, or for finding an island in the midst of a tumultuous sea. 

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