floral.

lois. dead before her time.

[wendyferrero]

“Aesthetic?” Wendy replied, looking back at her typewriter and then at the blonde - a small sigh escaped her lips as she rolled her eyes. “Your dumb jacket is in the closet. It looks cuter on me, actually. I can really pull off the Christmas aesthetic. I forgot to return it.”

[favltline-blog]

“Well,” she huffed, “you could’ve told me that in the first place.” She stepped across the room, rescuing the garment from it’s mothball infested prison. “Bet it does look real cute on you. Probably makes your eyes stand out. You wanna keep it?”

[wendyferrero]

“No, I haven’t seen your jacket, Lo.” She lied, remembering that it was hanging up neatly in her closet. “I think you’re forgetting, though, that this is Los Angeles and we have one season, all year ‘round, and two… we can’t even go out and enjoy the potential cold weather, so.”

[favltline-blog]

“That does not mean I am not intent on living like it’s Christmas and enjoyin’ the... Now what was that word the new girl used? The one who stayed in 313 last week? Ae-somethin’?”

[nursexelliot-blog]

“See, I would but I’m pretty sure the owners would kill me. And honestly I can’t afford to get a lawyer.”

[favltline-blog]

“Well, you don’t need to tell ‘em about it. Just sneak the paint in and open all the windows so they don’t smell a thing. Ooh, and then when you leave, paint it white again.”

[wendyferrero]

The sudden noise had startled her, but she didn’t show it. All that could be seen on Wendy’s face was annoyance. Looking away from the keys on her rickety typewriter, she locked eyes with the only other person around - her eyebrow raising slightly. “Was that you? Cut it out, I’m trying to be productive, it only happens once every few decades or so.”

[favltline-blog]

“Well geez, Wendy, I didn’t mean to distract you. I was just looking for my jacket. You haven’t seen it, have you? The white one? With the fur? I don’t need it or anything -- just trying to keep track, ‘cause it looks real good with that one pearl necklace I have and winter’ll show up eventually and I wanna be ready. What are you writing?”

[ofxdevilisms-blog]

“Yeah, hilarious.” Dimitri mumbled before pausing. That was a good question. What did he like?  He shrugged, “uh, stuff.”

[favltline-blog]

“Stuff, huh?” She was intrigued. “What kinda stuff? You like movies? How 'bout ice cream?”

[andreaxweber]

“Exactly,it’s in Ireland,the little island next to the UK.It’s actually the capital”

[favltline-blog]

“Oh, I see. I know all about Ireland. This girl that lived down the block from me had a cousin living there.”

[normajeaned]

l don’t care how rich he is, as long as he has a yacht, his own private railroad car and his own toothpaste.

[andreaxweber]

“When you live in Dublin you get used to seeing grey skies,then sun,then grey skies again,it’s kind of unpredictable”

[favltline-blog]

“Oh. Well, at least it’s not grey all the time. Where’s Dublin?”

[offlamesandfeelings-deactivated]

DALE stood on the terrace of the hotel, looking out at the storm that was chasin it’s own tail overhead.  The sky was a bruised mess as the humidity of the day started to give way to thick rain and thunderclaps.

He took a sip of his whiskey and turned to the other.

‘I’ve had a headache all fuckin’ day.  I’d say this should cure it.’

[favltline-blog]

“Should it?” Lois asked. “Only I’ve heard that drinks like that only accentuate headaches, y'know? Bring ‘em back all strong and terrible. Ooh, but that doesn’t mean they’re not a lot of fun.” She had to admit she was a bit conflicted on the subject of alcohol.

She looked up at the sky. “You sure you don’t want to come inside? Or maybe just get a little cover? I know where to find an umbrella.”

[allisms-blog]

By the way the girl was speaking, Allie was UNSURE what to make of her words. It had to be a joke, but she couldn’t tell. She was tired and in that perpetual state of being where nothing was making much sense. “That’s h o r r i f i c.” She stated flatly as her eyes scanned the girl’s face for any trace of a lie. “What could a ghost possibly have to talk about?”

[favltline-blog]

“Oh, lots of things. Why, they’re just like you and me. The only difference is that they just so happen to be dead, which I don’t think makes them that different at all, really.” She looked from left to right and then leaned in as if about to confess something. “I’ll tell you a secret, if you promise you’ll keep it. Do you promise?”

[nursexelliot-blog]

“Better than my doom and gloom apartment, that’s for sure.”

[favltline-blog]

“Maybe you can brighten it up a little? You could always paint the walls some nice colour. Have you considered robin’s egg blue?”

[ofxdevilisms-blog]

“If you like that sort of thing.”

[favltline-blog]

“I certainly like that sort of thing.” She looked confused for a moment. “Oh, do you mean that you don’t? How funny. What do you like?”

[andreaxweber]

“Maybe I’m used to the rain and the fog coating the small mountains I could see from my bedroom back home. Now that was really beautiful”

[favltline-blog]

“It does sound mighty pretty. I’ve always been more partial to bright skies, but maybe rain is nicer in some places than it is in others.”

[tfwconstance-blog]

“I can see you.” The brunette knew she wasn’t alone in the room. “What do you want?” 

[favltline-blog]

Lois blushed. “I don’t mean to intrude. It’s only that this room has been empty for a while, and it has a lovely view, which is really the only entertainment I get apart from books, and I’m slow at reading, and... Oh, do forgive me.”

[andreaxweber]

“Yes I guess you could say the view is beautiful”

[favltline-blog]

“Well, I can’t imagine why you’d say anything different. What with the sun shining, the birds--” There were no birds. “Well, if there were birds, it would be better, but it’s fine without! It’s... Why, it’s... It’s perfect.”

[normajeaned]

Marilyn Monroe in Some Like It Hot (1959).

[favltline-blog]

She tapped the hallway’s other occupant on the shoulder. “Hello. Beautiful view, isn’t it?”