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SAMSON BASS

Hunter boots, knee-length and painted a lucid yellow traipsed through the coat, or more like a sheet of snow, that smeared across the London streets. The city was stunning, an adulterant of residents and tourists brimming the sidewalks and shops, Yuletide ornaments looming on almost every establishment. In a way, London was the only place that ever felt like a semblance of home, that nostalgic feeling that was evoked by one’s parents, their adolescent bedroom or perhaps, even their favourite fleece. Samson didn’t stray too far from the building, jetlag still pervading, she just wanted to observe the joyous, Christmas composition that the city was known for, her overweight, Chartreux cat clad in a Christmas sweater that read, “Meowy Christmas”, perhaps the only cat that would allow such a trivial matter, but was too apathetic to protest or even hide, swaying in Samson’s arms. She was about to trek back inside when a dog ran up to her, Samson grasping the leash so he didn’t run into the streets, her gaze fluttering around in search of the owner. When she spotted who she presumed it, she held out the leash, her features contorting into a smile. “It’s alright,” Samson uttered, peering down at dog that nestled by her feet. “I’m Samson and this is Prinella.”

“Thank you,“ she said as she took the leash from the other woman. She was very grateful the woman had picked up his leash just in case he would run off. Izzy was almost certain that he wouldn’t have, too busy asking for attention from a (beautiful) stranger to bother running away, but still, she was rather safe than sorry. “It’s nice to meet you, and Prinella,” she smiled, eyeing the cat. “And I love the sweater she’s wearing, I’m surprised she didn’t jump away when he made his presence clear,” she chuckled, holding out her hand for the cat to sniff before carefully scratching behind the feline’s ear. Seeing the cat happy and comfortable with her scratching its ears made Izzy happy.

#samson bass #thread #thread: samson

IKAG TASK 001 for Izzy Hallow

#ikag task

pia-douwes

#vanity

IZABELLA DE LA CRUZ

Izabella had been finally taking the opportunity to explore the house, she’d already found the kitchen, the library, a few living rooms and now was on the hunt for the laundry room, when she saw a dog running her way. She immediately bent down to pat its head and the dog took advantage of her crouched stance and began to lick her face. Iza laughed and looked up at the woman she presumed was his owner. “Izzy? How funny. I’m Iza,” she said, nose scrunching up at the humour of having such similar names. “I’ve been here for about the same.” She stood up and lifted the edge of her t-shirt to wipe some of the dog slobber off her face, exposing her stomach for a moment before she straightened up. “What’s this guy’s name?” She questioned.

Izzy’s attention briefly went to her dog as she scratched behind the animal’s ears before focusing back to the person in front of her. “Iza, is that short for something?” she questioned. It wasn’t hard to notice Iza wiping some dog saliva off her face and Izzy felt the need to apologise again. “I’m sorry, again. I’ve tried to train him to not lick faces but it’s still a work in process,” she grimaced, a little shy. “His name’s Chip. He’s still young, almost three.” Not sure what to say next, she gave Iza a shy smile and kept her hands busy by petting the animal.

#izabella de la cruz #thread #thread: iza

rainbowstickersandunicorn

#vanity

if you could learn any language fluently, what would it be and why?

“I’d be quite interested in learning Māori or Russian.“

#answered

What is your biggest regret?

“Not visiting my father nearly enough as I should have before he got diagnosed…“

#answered

open text 📱✉

Litely: your worst nightmare or your wettest dream, it all depends

Litely: if I told you that, I'd have to kill you

Izzy: Ah, well I think I'll leave you alone. I hope you found the right number after all.

#litely larue #text #text: litely

Last time you cried and why?

“A few years ago my father was diagnosed with Alzheimer. I visit him regularly. Last time I visited him he confused me with my mother for the first time since he was diagnosed. I had to keep reminding him I was his daughter, since he kept forgetting. I get told a lot I look a lot like my mother when she was my age, I think that’s where the confusion’s coming from. It’s been hard, especially since she passed away 13 years ago…“

#answered

Is there anyone in the house you'd take on a date?