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pygmalion & galatea // shemily

The morning sun stretched its golden blanket across their slumbering forms, naturally entangled in one another, though Emily hadn’t gotten much sleep throughout the night - not with that pesky little letter that she’d shoved into her purse lingering in the back of her thoughts; who would’ve guessed that a flimsy sheet of paper could potentially alter the trajectory of their paths? Mustering up a stunning amount of strength to recoil herself from Shannon’s arms, Emily climbed out of bed, sauntered across the room, and reread the letter yet again ---- a position at a small gallery in New York, something tangible to the future she’d dreamed of. Not sharing this with Shannon was beginning to gnaw at her nerves, leaving the brunette to exhale sharply and pounce over to the bed, nearly tripping over a slumbering Minilla in the process, crawling on top of the boy with a sleepy smile and brushing her nose against the curve of his jaw. “Wake up, Monet,” she hummed, persuading him with a series of kisses to his shoulder. “I need to talk to you.”

( @shannonkilroy )

#a mess that will get better i promise #( p: pygmalion & galatea. )#should've named every para after art tbh

#nobody is here but i'm not over this ever #( ** )

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#a literal princess!!! god!!!!!!#( ** )

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#( ** )#angel

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Ray leaned back to reach for the magnifying glass and then walk-rolled his swivel chair a little closer. He bent forward to examine the yellow speckles. “It looks very artistic. If you add some more, it’ll look like you did it on purpose,” he promised.

“If I was your student, I would ask myself what I’d gotten myself into,” he laughed. But just in case she was taking him seriously, he shook his head. “You’ll be great. All professional. The skirt has nothing to do with it. It’s the way you use a brush and mix paint and set up an easel that makes you professional. Nothing else.”

emily-simon

“I was attempting to see how long I could go without staining this item of clothing,” Emily murmured, observing the specks of paint with a small hint of pride as she calculated the exact number of days ---- on a single hand, too. “Three days, that’s how long it took. That’s actually a new record, I should probably add it to my resume.”

“Use a brush? Mix paint? Set up an easel? In this economy?!” Emily feigned horror, clasping a hand over her mouth for added emphasis - she only lasted a few moments before breaking into her signature grin. “I know, I know, I’m just trying to do this right. This would be my first somewhat serious job, and I’m essentially going to be a reflection of you, and you’re one of the very few people I’m actually scared of letting down.”

#( ;; c: ray. )#ay!

skylarwalters

Skylar had figured that going to the school to walk around and finally get familiar with it was a good idea, considering school started in the next couple weeks. What he wasn’t expecting was to run into someone there, who seemed to be working. He watched her for a moment, leaning on the door way and then bit his lip when she spoke. “If I was your student I would. I don’t think there is a certain dress code or anything for teachers to wear, though you really don’t look like a teacher.” Skylar paused. “How long did you know I was there?”

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“Technically, I’m just an assistant, but I’m still supposed to look like I know what I’m doing,” Emily admitted with a faint shrug, crossing her arms hopelessly. “I dunno, Ray always tells me that I’m overthinking it, but this is the first job I’ve had where I’m not serving pancakes or selling records, so I guess it’s a little more important to me than I thought.” She glanced down at her skirt once more, figuring that he was right - there was no definitive way a professor was supposed to look; everyone she had met at Howell was proof of that. “Just a wild guess, I suppose... could’ve easily been talking to nobody, so I think you saved me there.” They still had a few days before school started, so she eyed him curiously, “And what are you doing around here?”

#( ;; c: skylar. )

“I don’t even know why I bother getting new clothes if I’m just going to get it covered in paint,” Emily huffed, examining the various yellowed speckles that had landed on her ‘new’ skirt ---- relatively speaking, seeing as she’d gotten it from the flea market. Nonetheless, she straightened out and offered a faint smile, “Be honest with me - does this skirt make me look somewhat professional? Like, if you were my student, would you take me seriously?”

#howellstarter #i'm aLIIIIIVE

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@emilysimosays: if it looks like he’s in pain, it’s because he is and as it turns out, artists are not cut out of roller skating, who would’ve guessed? ( @shannonkilroy )

#( ;; insta. )#also forgot abt this ancient artifact

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#she's so tiny omg!!#( ** )

@emilysimonsays: did u guys know that the best way to capture @thebigossowski for a #Selfie opportunity is to not see him for five days, make him miss ur presence, and then whip out ur phone upon reunion??? tru story!!! ( @ossowskeet )

#( ;; insta. )#( ;; the big ossowski. )#never said my manip skills were good ok