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Feel good about yourself. Feel good about who you are.

The raven-haired boy cleared his throat as he leaned against a tree just mere feet from the small clearing he’d been headed for. One that was clearly… occupied. His features were cloaked in midnight darkness, though the milky moonlight accentuated his blue irises and rosy lips. “If you’d kindly explain what you’re doing in my spot, that’d be absolutely dandy.” Jude had used this excuse at countless locations all over The Graveyard, but he was too concerned with evading sleep to consider that perhaps some individuals had begun to detect the ongoing trend. His hands curled into loose fists, his fingerless leather gloves pulling taught against scarred knuckles. It wasn’t a threat by any means, but rather an act desperate to call itself leisurely; an attempt ease the tension that had been tightening in his chest ever since he’d awoken from another dreadful dream.

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With bandages around her fingers more than actual fingers, she was thankful for the last stitched garment to be the last stitched garment. She was well aware that another pile of clothes would be piled on her table, but she didn’t want to think about that. Sleep definitely was an option, though Yuri hadn’t come down from her energy rush yet. Sitting on the ground, she pulled the elastic out of her hair, the dark folds fluttering down and around her face and shoulders. The girl was just breathing in to sigh in the beauty of the silence when a deep voice broke her sanctuary. His statement, his assumption of an unnamed spot brought confusion on her face for a split second before a smile replaced her expression as she wrote, < Is sharing out of the question? >

#c #ft. julian

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Phoenix frowned, eyes raking over the clothes. Worriedly, he pondered whether or not the girl had been working all day and whether or not she had paused for a break. “Whenever; it’s not mine but the younger teens,” he explained before placing a hand on Yuri’s shoulder. “I think you need to take a break, hun.”

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Appreciating the concern, she patted the hand on her shoulder, soon picking up her pen again. < I’m fine, ‘Nix. I’m just going a little slower, because my hands aren’t cooperating. > As she wrote, her pen jiggled a little as her hands shook.

#c #ft. phoenix #// haha i try to be :*

fckphcenix:

Phoenix made his way over to the alteration plane, a few clothes from some of the younger teens in his arms. Walking in, he saw Yuri and gently set some clothes down. “How much have you got?” he asked, arching a brow as he took in the clothes strewn about.

It took all of the girl’s patience and love for people to not groan at the new addition of clothes to the table. Though, his question was meant with a flourish of her hands across the table, including the piles of ripped shirts in her lap. She wrote, < When do you need these repaired by? >

#c #ft. phoenix #// shhh it's perfection :* and I'm glad that's changing haha

fvkxander:

xander stood at the doorway briefly, watching her do whatever it was that she did. ‘ c’mon, granny. ’ he sighed, stepping forward to take a seat beside her. he rested his head on his arm, gaze set on the work of fabrics before her. ‘ you sewing a blanket to cover the entire world? ’

throwing him the finger, she quickly blew him a kiss to amplify her teasing. her fingers stopped her sewing to write, < shut it. do something useful and get me a can of fruit or something. but in all seriousness, i’m repairing a kid’s blanket for the spring chill. >

#c #ft. xander

romanndeen:

Roman waited patiently and blinked as the cool air hit his face. He hesitated before speaking, “Thanks..” He said after a moment, a word that didn’t come out of his mouth too often.

Nodding with understanding, she held the neck between her fingers as she wrote on her board, anchoring the back on her other wrist. < You’re welcome, How’s it going? Besides dying in this hell-raising sun? >

#c #ft. roman

roryyss:

Rory didn’t hesitate to drop an orange right onto Yuri’s table. “You should really take a break you know.” He said, offering her a smile.

Her eyes drooped slightly at the sudden smell of an orange before her nose. Graciously taking the fruit in her right, she wrote with her left, < Thank you so much, Ror. I owe you one. And I know I need to stop, but I have so many garments to stitch. These tears look sex related. >

#c #ft. rory

Yuri had been sewing requests all afternoon and her fingers had started to cramp up. She knew she should stop and actually eat something, but there were more clothes being dropped outside the alteration plane’s table to be sewn. She rubbed her forehead, going right back to repairing fairly large hole in a t-shirt.

#unwindstart #// lol I made her the camp's seamstress #// someone pull her away from the table or drop something on her table haha

romanndeen:

“It’s way too hot today, can’t the sun just leave? I’m literally burning..”

Yuri grinned and disappeared in her plane for a moment, coming back with a solar-powered fan, blowing on high towards the boy. Putting her thumb up as in indication of his comfort, she laughed a little.

#c #ft. roman