the teeeeeeniest tiniest of crumbs... sapphira said nymphia was plane's other half in pj's insta live 😭
sapphira is generally right about everything soooo naturally she is 100% correct about this one <3 i have been wondering if nymphia is gonna attend one of the xmas shows (as a viewer) for this particular reason? place ur bets now!!!
the teeeeeeniest tiniest of crumbs... sapphira said nymphia was plane's other half in pj's insta live 😭
sapphira is generally right about everything soooo naturally she is 100% correct about this one <3 i have been wondering if nymphia is gonna attend one of the xmas shows (as a viewer) for this particular reason? place ur bets now!!!
i know this is a very scary night for pretty much everyone in this circle of the internet, just wanna send some love out to all of u and say i’m right there with you
in honor of halloween, enjoy a lil sneak peak at the halloween segment of my upcoming college au ::)
It’s the weekend after midterms, and they’re on the way home from a Halloween party.
Jane has flimsy angel wings over a barely passable excuse for a white dress, and a feathered headband bobbles above her hair. Nymphia’s got on this little black catsuit with a tail that Jane keeps tugging on. She could’ve been more creative with this costume, but neither of them had really wanted to go in the first place.
It was a last minute decision on Nymphia’s part. Jane had agreed, because Jane always agrees with Nymphia. It’s as simple as that.
“Did you have fun?” Nymphia asks. She’s lined her eyes with these little black crystals that are starting to itch, and her cat-eared headband is giving her a headache, but Nymphia doesn’t care. She’s got Jane’s hand clasped in hers. Nothing else matters.
“Not with them,” Jane says, swinging Nymphia’s hand as they walk.
She’s talking about the group of girls who they hang out with sometimes, the ones who want them to take shots and try to pry their secrets away from them, who shriek when some shitty pop song comes on and try to persuade them to dance, an offer that Jane always scoffs at. It’s not the girls’ fault. There’s no room for anyone else between Jane and Nymphia.
“I had fun with you,” Jane smiles.
“Yeah,” Nymphia says. “You were my favorite part.”
Jane is always her favorite part. Years from now she won’t remember losing at beer-pong to a sorority girl who took the game a bit too seriously, or the guy who’d thrown a jack-o-lantern off the front porch, or the Soundcloud rapper who’d tortured the entirety of the party with his own music for half an hour. Those memories will fade into forgotten oblivion, but she’ll remember these meaningless little moments forever: her and Jane tucked into a corner, laughing at all of it. Jane and Nymphia giving fake names to anyone who tries to chat them up. Some guy asking why he can’t steal Nymphia away for a few minutes, Jane answering because she’s mine. Nymphia has never liked the sound of something quite as much as she likes the sound of that.
“We’re the best fucking thing that’s ever happened to this campus,” Jane declares, and Nymphia wholeheartedly agrees. She pities anyone who isn’t them, anyone who doesn’t get to see the way that Jane glances over, halo bobbing high over her head, and says, “You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”
Jane doesn’t need the wings and the halo. She sort of always looks like this to Nymphia.
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