*:・ﾟ✧ — FOREIGNER'S GOD.

[floraences]

     to be displaced from the usual solace of her room is, admittedly, possibly the blonde’s worst experience at hatchett yet. flora’s trying to busy herself, folding assorted sweaters she’d salvaged from her room ; her phone vibrates ( 10% battery, a glaring red ), and she grimaces, gaze flickering to the only non-waterlogged socket. ‘ d’you mind ? ’ it’s more a statement than a question, one brow quirking in the direction of elena’s plugged-in phone. / @overheart​ 

[floraences]

[ 📲 • SMS ] FLORA → NOAH.

noah: of course. i was just kiddin'...

noah: what if i want to come over?

flora: i really don't want you to get hurt & it's a total trek from pythag...

[floraences]

kennedy 📲 flora.

KENNEDY: how chivalrous. that's good.

KENNEDY: you're sweet – i think i'll be fine though.

KENNEDY: no, jude left

KENNEDY: think everyones in the halls that lead to the rec room basement. i wonder if it's wet down there.

FLORA: ha ha. chivalry's dead, kenny

FLORA: it's the least of my concerns but i certainly hope not

FLORA: i hope the rec room's not too crowded

[floraences]

[ 📲 • SMS ] FLORA → NOAH.

noah: are you worried about me? :p

noah: yeah, it's pretty terrifying right now, huh?

noah: do you want me to stop by so we can go to the rec room together? just want to make sure you get there okay!

flora: i'm worried about everybody. i've never seen a storm this bad

flora: you don't have to, i mean it

flora: i'll be okay

[sobforsirius]

The Picture of Dorian Gray, Oscar Wilde (1890)

[floraences]

[ 📲 • SMS ] FLORA → NOAH.

noah: hey, no i'm alright.

noah: what about you? are you okay?

noah: nope, i'm in the dorm room still.

noah: what about you? are you at the rec room already?

flora: okay, thank god.

flora: i'm okay, just trying to get everything together, and it's getting worse, and i don't know-

flora: yeah, i'm still at plato by myself trying to pack up.

[floraences]

[ 📲 • SMS ] FLORA → NOAH.

flora: are you okay?

flora: i can't seem to find anyone else, and i'm still trying to get my stuff packed up

flora: are you in the rec room?

[floraences]

kennedy 📲 flora.

KENNEDY: yeah i'm packing up here too

KENNEDY: all good

KENNEDY: do you want me to come by plato before heading to the rec hall?

FLORA: i think noah said he'd come meet me since he's nearby

FLORA: i don't want you to get hurt

FLORA: are your roommates still there? i can't seem to find anyone else. it's like a ghost town.

[floraences]

kennedy 📲 flora.

KENNEDY: oi

KENNEDY: you're in the rec room?

FLORA: not yet

FLORA: i'm still trying to make sure i've got everything, and it's starting to get worse

FLORA: are you safe?

[petrorhagia]

[lucywrites]

donnattartt:

liability // lorde (insp.)

[floraences]

🌻sunflower, 🌻marigold, 🌻gardenia, 🌻apple blossom

how would they confess their feelings to their crush?

       it’s unlikely, but if she were to, it’d be in something romantic — a handwritten letter, or showing up at their door in the pouring rain, or sweet whispered words when they’re least expecting it.

how jealous do they get? how do they react when they get jealous?

          flora isn’t usually the jealous type, but sometimes she succumbs to it. she likes to be the centre of her s/o’s attention, and when someone else is, it’s an easy way to peeve her off. a lot of the time she won’t mention it — it’s a guessing game of how long it takes for the other to figure it out.

would they be good at keeping a relationship secret, if needed?

certainly. she’s done it before — and flora could carry a secret to the grave, if needed.

what do they look for in a s/o?

excitement, definitely. romance — someone who isn’t afraid to make big gestures. devotion; it has to be an all or nothing kind of love for it to last.

[floraences]

the devil: do you enjoy thunderstorms?

        ‘ yes. i was terrified of them as a little girl — i’d hide in my brother’s bed and not move, and my cat would hide with me — but i enjoy them now. they’re quite peaceful, i think, and i love watching the lightning. ’

[floraences]

the chariot, the moon, the world, the lovers

thoughts on astrology?

       ‘ i like it. there’s something quite romantic about the whole idea, you know ? it’s a little sweet. ’

have you ever written a love letter?

       ‘ of course. sealed with a kiss and a spray of yves saint laurent and all. i’m sure all lovelorn teenagers have at some point. ’

do you like waking up early?

            ‘ i like watching the sunrise, and getting out for a run before it gets busy — so yes. most definitely. ’

do you have a crush?

        ‘ i don’t have ‘crushes’. i’m not twelve. ’

[nightmarevirgo]

☀️🌙✨ tarot questions ✨🌙☀️

the fool: do you have any nicknames? the magician: have you ever written a poem or song about somebody else? the high priestess: what is your dream date? the empress: do you think you will ever get married? the emperor: what are some names that you like? the hierophant: do you believe in ghosts? the lovers: do you have a crush? the chariot: thoughts on astrology? strength: what is your dream occupation?  the hermit: what is your favorite soda pop? wheel of fortune: first three songs that come on shuffle? justice: favorite color of rose? the hanged man: favorite movie soundtrack? death: what are three things you want to do before you die? temperance: can you describe a strange dream you’ve had? the devil: do you enjoy thunderstorms? the tower: favorite colors to wear? the star: have you ever seen a psychic? the moon: have you ever written a love letter? the sun: do you believe in magic? judgement: do you enjoy school? the world: do you like waking up early?

[floraences]

@miacoveney @judecz

[floraences]

drecmerslike‌:

florence was definitely hot and cold sometimes; and for some reason, that intrigued noah. there was so much he wanted to get to know about her, but at the same time, noah didn’t want to be hurt again, so he kept her at an arm’s length. well, when it came to getting to know her at least. noah seemed to continue to find his way to her bed. as he dragged her into the classroom, he could hear a laugh behind him and it didn’t take long until he had the two of them inside the empty classroom. on the other side of the classroom door, you could hear students passing by; talking in muffled voices about whatever was on their mind at the time. he made sure to keep the light in the room off, as he didn’t want to bring any attention to where they were. keeping his hazel-colored eyes on florence, he saw her mouth curl into a smile and he noticed how a dimple appeared soon after. his dark eyes dropped to her lips as she licked them, her head fallen back against the door while her eyes followed his every movement. his hands dropped to her waistline, keeping her petite body in place by letting his fingertips dig into the skin and bone. leaning down, noah’s lips found hers and pressed against hers almost desperately, which seemed to be a theme for the two of them. 

                   when he finally kisses her, florence wastes no time in absorbing herself wholly in it. she’d never confess, but she her hands cling to him easily, fingers digging in; her hands move from his neck to his shoulders, down to his hips — in the quiet of the classroom, the noise of outside is lost on her. the chattering of voices fades to nothing, subdued beneath the quick, quiet rise and fall of her breath, the rustling of fabric, her hands moving and his too. there’s a certain thrill to it, knowing that anyone could come barging in; it’s exciting, her lips moving against his, hand pulling at the seam of his jeans, resting against his waist. her breath catches, and she pulls back for a brief moment; her lips are hot, sweet like honey and just as ensnaring, as she presses her forehead against the warm flesh of his. ‘ huh. ’ it’s all she can do to exhale, breathless; she lets her hands rise again, settling against the back of his neck, fingers tight against his skin, nails pressed against the rhythmic thrum of his pulse. ‘i’m not — ’ a laugh escapes, her mouth so close to his she can feel his breathing, a perfect mirror image of her own; ‘ —i’m not fucking you in a music classroom. ’ 

[floraences]

ofbishop‌:

he draws outstretch calloused hands, reaching until fingertips meet with hair that frames features like a halo, trailing, tangling. & he is trying desperately to swallow the lump in his throat, that hatred he had harboured in unshed tears. caged, violent. 

“ just some random frat on greek row, meant to be fuckin’ insane. ” he doesn’t want to go, sometimes, he wakes up tear stained & sweat drenched. they hadn’t spoken about it, merely tangled limbs until they shared breath. lips brushing, - never meeting. 

“ you don’t need to come, it would be nice, however. jude will be there as well, you can bring your friends if you wanna. though, i know i’m your favourite. ” he leans, sleep swollen lips pressing into her temple.

                 ‘ okay. ’ she doesn’t expect to find herself agreeing, but the word slips out before she can stop herself. there’s always been a certain something about the other that leaves her a little more unfettered, uninhibited; there’s no calculation, no scrutiny, just flora.

                ‘ i’ll come. ’ her lips twist, fingers rising to trail along the soft flesh of her forehead where his lips had just been, an instinctive reaction, muscle memory in action. it’s all too familiar. flora draws bare legs up her chest, pressing a sharp little chin into bent knees, gaze following his movements, eyes bright and wide now, broken free from the cloudiness of sleep.

              ‘ i’ll show up. i won’t bring anyone, though — ’ a laugh, sharp and sweet rings out, ‘ —my favourite person’s already there, ’ the bridge of her nose wrinkles. ‘ i’m only going for you. ’

[floraences]

drecmerslike‌:

noah didn’t know what the two of them had. they definitely weren’t a one night stand, especially seeing as it had happened again after the soirèe. thinking back to that night, a smile appeared on his lips at how he remembered her laugh filling the space and how she had her shoes thrown over her shoulder, while her bare feet moved in the wet grass. they would share desperate kisses in the dark, and people would walk past them, but neither of them seemed to really care who saw them. they were enjoying each other’s company far too much to care about anyone else. i’ll be your plus one. “ yeah? ” he grinned and he felt a trail of goosebumps go down his spine as he moved his fingers softly against her sin. save your pretty words, noah bennett. the smirk on his lips softened into a smile and he noticed how the hallway was as empty as it could be on a friday afternoon. continuing to step forward, noah moved around her body so that he could press it up against the lockers. pressing his hand against the door, by her waist, he hovered over her as he was taller than her. leaning down, his lips hovered above hers and he could feel her warm breath on his skin. “ i really wanna kiss you right now, ” he whispered quietly, almost as if he was scared anyone else would hear and break them up. the grin on his lips widened as he reached down and took florence’s hand, squeezing it softly as he pulled her off the lockers and towards one of the classrooms that he knew was empty. pushing open the door, he laughed as he pulled her inside and once they both were inside, noah pushed florence up against it. 

             ‘ why not ? i don’t mind a party. ’ the blonde chews at her lip, slick pink gloss staining her teeth for a brief moment, before it’s gone in a movement, tongue coated with the taste of cherries. she presses her head back against the cold metal of the lockers, chin jutting up as she speaks to him; he’s half a foot taller, broad-shouldered, certainly stronger — yet still, she feels fully in control. ‘ then do it. ’ she blinks slowly, feline eyes behind long lashes, gaze never moving from his face. flora says it as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world — even when she’s certain it isn’t. poor boy, really; it’s hard to keep up with her and her ever-changing moods. there’s an art to being volatile, and she’s got it perfected — wanting him one day, leaving his voicemails lonely & unanswered the next. it’s not really fair, but it’s not her fault; there’s no way she can avoid being herself. it’s with an almost girlish laugh she lets him drag her into the classroom, the lingering scent of her perfume the only thing to remind the corridor that she’d once stood there; in a whirlwind she’s against the door, shoulder-blades pressed tight, heart beating just a little faster. her mouth only curls tighter, smile tugging out the dimpled flesh of her cheeks, flushed a little pinker; she licks her lips, head back, eyes following him, watching for his next move.