all rush and blush

"kiss me again," she says, drunk and foolish, "kiss me until i am sick of it." seneca quinn-taylor | 20

[lifeofseneca]

person; @open​ place; the library

I KNOW WHAT YOU DID.

Seneca hadn’t fully comprehended the message when confusion knit her brows together while fear wove through her chest, her body reacting seconds before her mind did. 

She had laid claim of her favorite table (ground floor, back right corner, one of the coveted tables nestled amongst vintage stained-glass lamps casting patterns of purple, yellow, and green against the deep wood floors) a mere two hours prior and had promptly settled against the back of her chair and began procrastinating; an open book in front of her (ignored, naturally) and her for you page gleaning all her attention. The notification had caught her eye somewhere between a Taylor Swift conspiracy theory and another trendy edit of becoming That Girl, boasting bold letters and a hyperlink that she clicked without thinking. 

“Hey!” Seneca’s voice cut through the quiet, seeming to echo in the silence that was mandated, a rose blush creeping up her neck in embarrassment as she lowered her voice and re-addressed the figure that had passed the opening between the walls of shelves she had hidden herself in, “Sorry, um,” she held her phone up, the website glowing on the screen between them, “Did you get this too or was it just me?”

[lifeofseneca]

person; @christianrussell​ place; the conservatory

Meet me in 10. The usual spot. Her thumb hovered a mere centimeter from the screen, idling momentarily before pressing send, letting the text fly with a subtle swoop. It had been months since she had started this game, a figurative cat’s cradle; guilt weaving itself around her fingers, always a moment’s hesitation before pulling at the string. She worried for the day the hesitation would leave her entirely, already that moment had become truncated in comparison to the pause it used to give her.

The familiarity of the path her patent loafers beat, along with the setting itself, softened the bite. Seneca had picked the spot purely for the poetry, a facsimile of a ruin while she ruined her life. The drama of it all kept her actions from feeling too real, more like a script she had stumbled into, discovered the costume fit, and stepped into the part with ease. There’s a Taylor Swift song in there somewhere, she hummed to herself, the whisper of a smile replacing the mask of guilt she had been wearing.

"Fancy meeting you here,” Seneca called out as Christian came into view, a joke she had made the first time they met up had become something of a habit, always accompanied by the quirk of her lips. “Tell me your day has been equally as headache-inducing as mine has been.”

[lifeofseneca]

[zahara davis, she/her + cisfemale, 20] | well of course you’ve heard of [seneca quinn-taylor], right? they are a [first] year student living in [osler house] taking [undeclared] at rye university, and as per the blinds, they are like [sipping bourbon from a teacup, viewing the world through a rose-hued filter, silk ribbons knotted around wrists], but that may just be because they know [redacted].

demographics

seneca monroe quinn-taylor —

dob: june 22, 2002 ( cancer )

myers-briggs: enfj (the protagnoist)

love language(s): acts of service (giving), words of affirmation (receiving)

ankles crossed, she tilts porcelain to her lips and is stung. diaphanous fabrics fall from right fingertips, her heart is balanced precariously between the left; she leaves silk and blush trailing behind her, leans back to feel the heat of the moment, of the rose-hued filters she casts over everything, the aroma of deluded adoration heady on her neck.

blood is thicker

sophia quinn & augustine ‘auggie’ taylor —

who: mother & father

occupations: socialite & ceo of the law offices of taylor & [other last name here]

harrison quinn-taylor &  sophia quinn-taylor —

who: brother (13) & sister (10)

occupation: n/a

bits and baubles

seneca very rarely goes by her full first name - more often than not, her friends and family call her qt, sen, or senny, though this one is generally reserved for her younger siblings.

seneca is an iced coffee girl. even when it’s 2 degrees out.

she would love to be considered the face that launched a thousand ships and has a tasteful tattoo to show for it.

seneca is a huge advocate for self love, a well-worn mask to hide the fact that she has never loved herself. an anecdote better analyzed on her therapist’s couch.

speaking of therapists, she’s been seeing one since she was seven. the quinn-taylor parents are huge on internalizing one’s feelings until they can be discussed in private. and for a very high fee.

seneca cried when she couldn’t get tickets to the harry styles concert at madison square garden.

who you know is who you are

wanted connections

[hauteadore]

Zahara Davis via Ruslan Nureev’s instagram