eternal sunshine

i still remember you as a little girl who overwatered her plants because she never knew when to stop giving. florence kettleburn. sixteen. hufflepuff.

[mnhattanite]

Cringing as the liquid burned its way down her throat, her hand flew up to cover her mouth. Dear god, whatever this drink was supposed to be, it was not anything good. ❛ This tastes like it’s all firewhisky and no punch. Did you — who mixed this? Who was the wanker that thought an entire bottle of whiskey and juice would be a proper ratio? ❜ Mixing drinks was no different from potions, measurements were everything. It was simple. How did someone ruin something so simple? 

[florencekettleburn-blog]

"It does SMELL awful," Florence agrees, arms crossed a bit nervously over her chest, weight shifting around back and forth between points of her frame she hadn't even known she could place it, "But I really don't drink, so I guess I'm SAVED from having to actually taste it." She offers a bright smile before peering suspiciously into the cup Lily's holding as though it contains something terribly VICIOUS and dangerous. Which she supposes it just might.

[ebvnes-blog]

He hadn’t had a drop of drink in months; Edgar had done his best to swear off the stuff for the sake of his own sanity, for the preservation of his grades, and the last hope of his good health. The precariously teetering downward spiral down which he’d started over the summer had been an easy one, and though he’d had it largely under control, he quite liked the feeling of control that came with being sober. But whatever was the point when they could not go home for Christmas? Whatever was the point of not alleviating a bit of the tension with a little liquid oasis? 

He cleared his throat, raising his own glass to no one in particular, filled with what smelled of rocket fuel and cinnamon, “Well - one couldn’t hurt. In the spirit of Christmas.“ One. Just one.

[florencekettleburn-blog]

Just as soon as he raises the glass to his lips does a hand appear from just behind him, covering the rim rather decidedly. "Eddie, what are you doing?" comes the gentle, tinkling inquiry from about a foot to the right ― and about a foot BENEATH his head, "I thought we weren't doing that anymore." The we isn't a royal we or the plural form of addressment given to the parental brand of CONDESCENSION, but Florence really does mean both of them, she and Edgar together. She never drank much to begin with, so when Edgar announced he'd be giving up alcohol, it wasn't difficult to make the decision to do so as well as a show of SUPPORT.

But she certainly wouldn't let him throw all of that away just because they happened to be trapped in the castle for a few... however long. "And just when I was coming over to bring you some PUMPKIN JUICE, too." A rare frown graces Florence's feature as she gazes up at Edgar disapprovingly, one glass of swirling orange liquid in each hand, the one in her left outstretched towards him.

[florencekettleburn-blog]

✖ ❥

✖ : Describe a way to make them uneasy or apprehensive.

It’s really pretty difficult to make Florence nervous. It’s a mixture of optimism and stupidity, but she doesn’t read negative auras very well. Anything ill-intentioned thrown her way is kind of written off as meant another way or something said in carelessness and not meant. The only real way to make her experience any sort of negative emotion is to harshly and constantly deny her attempts to help and brighten your day, though that’s more sadness than apprehension.

❥ : Describe a verbal way they would express complete trust.

Just telling the other person. She’s quite simple, both in the straightforward and the slightly mean sense of the word. No need to add anything else to the expression besides what absolutely needs to be there.

[cittamemes]

In Depth Headcanon Prompts;

☠ : Are there any recent/daily thoughts they have about death or dying? ☯ : Do they believe for every darkness there is a lightness? If not, why? ♥ : Name one thing about the way their emotions work that they despise. ☆ : Would they ever wish upon a falling star? If so, what would they wish? ☁ : Describe how they would spend a stormy, overcast/rainy day. ☂ : Storms or clear skies? εжз : What about nature do they find calming? What about nature do they find disagreeable? ☎ : List three or more people they would call out for during an emergency. ☛ : What is their typical response to being given orders? ☢ : Describe a thought or dream that would cause them to have a mental meltdown. ✄ : Are there any reasons why they would ever think of self-harm? If so, what are they? ❤ : Describe a physical action that shows complete trust. ❥ : Describe a verbal way they would express complete trust. ✗ : Explain how they portray feelings of hostility or dislike. ⊗ : What is something that causes them to question themself? ☾ : On a sleepless night, what would they be found doing? ☤ : Is there anything about their health they are continuously on edge about? Something they disregard? ✓ : Name at least two people who can trust them with their life. ❣: Describe a way that will earn affection (whether platonic or romantic) from them. ✖ : Describe a way to make them uneasy or apprehensive. ♆ : Are they prone to violent outbursts or thoughts? ✏ : What are their creative outlets? ✉ : Do they tend to rely on words or actions more? ♡ : Is there a certain scent that brings about nostalgia? If so, describe a memory this scent brings back. ۞: Are there any inner demons they can never seem to get rid of? What are they?