𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐭.

[novakzig]

✉️ princess fiona

fi: um suddenly I am concerned.

fi: ur not about to ask me to do something illegal or that I’d morally object to right?

zig: if i was gonna ask anyone to do something illegal it would definitely not be u

zig: uhm so your brother probably has like 10000 suits right?

zig: and let's say 1 goes missing for the night.... do u think he'd notice

[novakzig]

✉️ princess fiona

zig: hey friend :)

zig: sooooo i have a favor to ask u that i'd owe you big for

[novakzig]

toriismaria​:

had she really became that boring? zig hadnt paid a single bit of attention to her since she had started talking. sure her showing her outfits werent interesting but he was completely zonked out. “we dont have to do this,” she admitted. “i mean i appreciate you offering to come help but clearly this is boring you.” she said shking her head as she picked up the pick one and looked over it. it was cute. she moved over so she was standing in front of him as se knocked his knees with her legs. “how about you tell me what is really going on in that head of yours?” she asked softly as she put her arms around his neck and looekd down at him. she playfully ruffled the back of his hair and gave him a little smile. “you can talk to me about anything, you know..we are friends.”

      “ no, it’s not that. i promise. i just . . . ”   guilt runs heavy at her words, not sure how to explain his behavior without telling her what’s truly on his mind. truthfully, he’s a bit ashamed to admit it, and part of him worries tori’s perception of him will change if he does share his thoughts. insisting she’d be lost without him, zig wonders if it’ll be the same if she founds out that he’s lost himself.   “if ... if i tell you this, you can’t tell anyone else, okay ?  not the school, not your parents, not your best friends, nobody. please.”   he knows the girl hasn’t been feeling her best lately, and knows not telling her the truth will only make it worse — have her believe that he truly is bored of their time together, when that isn’t the case at all.

[novakzig]

wcrdstctheswanscng​:

he could have said worse to her, or more intentionally, so esme supposed she was comfortable enough in redeeming him - this time. he seemed grateful enough for it, she noted to herself, something that held promise amongst the otherwise bare minimum standards she held of him. it wasn’t because she looked down on him, it was simply the relationship, if you could even call it that, that the two forged, not asking, not telling, not feeling. esme was good at that and zig never asked for anything more, they both won. “thanks,” she simpered, absentmindedly tapping the highlighter atop the table. as pleased as she is to have come out on top over kalani, she’d have wanted her solo regardless of any competition and it was an extreme pride point for her to have accomplished it at all. even if it was zig it was nice to hear someone else offer accolades. his question surprised her, eyes narrowing slightly up at him. “you want to sit through a ballet recital?” she chuckled, trying to recall whether she’d explained the performance in full. “it’s like two hours, only reserved for people who can handle that much orchestra.”

      zig isn’t a fan of the arts by any means, but he is a fan of whatever arrangement him and esme currently share, and has no intentions of ruining it.   “wait, two hours ? ”   he repeats a bit incredulously. “okay, so i gotta sit through a bunch of randos performances too. that’s fine. might be . . . fun.”   not exactly his definition of fun, but he’s curious to see esme in her element. after months of knowing her, not once did he get to witness the hours of hard work she put into dancing every week.   “just give me a time and place and i’ll be there,” he assures with a smile. truthfully, anywhere is better than the place he’s currently residing in. getting away from there for a while would be a breath of fresh air. “now i just have to figure out what slogans i’m gonna put on my fan sign . . . oh !  how about : ‘REAL DANCERS ARE WORM FREE !’ . . . or maybe something simple like ‘ESME OUTSOLD !’

[novakzig]

lolapacinii​:

“I mean I try my best.” Lola said as she giggles slightly. She shrugs her shoulders. “If it’s a crime to flirt with someone then I guess maybe I pissed someone off? That’s literally all he and I did nothing more than that. So I don’t know why I was targeted. I wasn’t the only one who got that note though.” 

      “ if flirting was a crime, i think i’d be serving fifty to life. if the worst they can do is leave some dumb note, i don’t think you have anything to worry about. ”   lola’s sweet — not the type to involve herself in petty drama, so it’s a shame someone had to drag her into it.   “ ah, so you’re not their only target then. guy you were flirting with must get around a lot . . . or girl. whatever you’re into. ”

[novakzig]

lolapacinii​:

“Sounds like a good plan to me. I’d totally do the same on free period.” Lola said as she nods. Though she doesn’t know how comfortable it would be to sleep in the actual closet. She shrugs. “Not much. Someone decided to put a note in my locker that wasn’t from this person and say that this person had syphillis. Which they did terrible research cause I hadn’t done anything with this person. So that’s how my life is going right now.” 

      “and that’s what i like about you, lo. you just get me,” he smiles. though her next words somewhat take him off guard. who really had the time to do all that ?  someone extremely pathetic, surely — or maybe just ravaged by jealousy. “well look at you at the center of all this drama. have you pissed anyone off recently ?  could just be some crazy ex, or something.”

[novakzig]

wcrdstctheswanscng​:

nobody forced a full plate on esme but esme and that was enough to pursue the struggle of balancing school (and a slew of advanced classes she only occasionally regretted), tutoring (taking on owen milligan she frequently regretted), and upped rehearsals for the solo she was so grateful for, but so exhausted from. home from a particularly strenuous rehearsal, esme barely made it to her bed before promptly crashing for the night, forgoing the biology homework never released from her backpack until her lunch break this afternoon. she was making decent time scrawling out various triglycerides and the like when she heard the voice approaching her, reading the line she was highlighting out loud so she wouldn’t lose her spot. “the main constituent of body fat in - “ she paused, registering zig’s apology. she didn’t speak for a brief moment, her eyes scanning his back and forth for insincerity, which didn’t appear to be the case. “fine,” she murmured, accepting his sorry but still being a little burned by the insult whether he’d intended it or not. his conclusion certainly helped him regain a brownie point or too, smirking to herself at the adjective before capping her well worn pink highlighter to focus her attention towards him. “and yes, i beat her and her worm.”

      he can only breathe a sigh of relief upon acceptance of the apology. sure, zig could be crass, but at the very least, he’s self aware. he’s made a note of every mistake — every shortcoming that encompasses who he is, and it’s made him want to be a better person. he has no intentions of messing up things with esme over his own stupidity, because he truthfully liked the girl. “that’s good. super good, actually. congrats.” he’s sincere in his remarks. it’s admirable that she’s so dedicated to her craft, as zig had never put forth as much effort into anything as esme did with dancing. “do i get to watch the performance, or is that right strictly reserved for people who don’t have a horrible case of foot-in-mouth syndrome ?”

[novakzig]

toriismaria​:

@novakzig​

tori had lifted up one dress then the other. she compared the two as she showed him though it was clear he wasnt paying a bit of attention. “hello?” she said putting the dresses down. she clapped softly in front of zig’s face. “earth to zig.”  she said taking a step back. “i asked you here because i needed opinions on the dresses but your mind is obviously somewhere else.” she pointed out. she slumped down next to him, “so what is your mind on?”

      he’s lost in his own thoughts, hardly paying attention to tori’s words until finally snapping out of his trance at the mention of his name. it isn’t intentional — he truly wants to be there and support tori, but with a million other things circling his mind at the moment, it’s become increasingly difficult to focus. “no, what ? i’m totally here. everything’s a-okay,” he assures immediately. “it’s nothing. guess i’m just thinking about all the awesome stuff i’m gonna do over winter break,” he teases, signature cheeky grin spreading across his lips. “anyways, between those two, i think i like the pink one more — and not just because it’s shorter.”

[novakzig]

b-tchcraft​:

oh, i could, could i?

definitely. you might be surprised at what you find out — after all, i’m sure you have a few secrets yourself.

[novakzig]

“ the days seem to just be blurring together lately. i probably wouldn’t even know what day of the week it is if it wasn’t for school . . . i think i’m gonna spend my free period napping in the drama room closet. ”      zig is tired, to say the least — tired of drifting from place to place with no permanent home. he so desperately wants to make up with his mother, but feels he can’t face her unless he betters his life somehow.      “ anyways, what’s been going on with you ?  anything fun and exciting ? ”

[novakzig]

dimarco​:

Johnny found his home down under the bleachers most days, at least when he couldn’t be found at the library or at The Ravine, more or less finding solace in the consistent and pungent weed smell, as well as the sound of stoner laughter and music. It sure beat the hell out of being home. “The usual shit at home, not anything I want to get into.” He grabs the bag of doritos, opening the bag to get a handful.

      “i gotcha. we can talk about something else, then.”   he understands where johnny is coming from — knows what it’s like wanting to avoid the problems at home (or in zig’s case, dealing with a lack of a home). one settled under the bleachers on the field, he rummages through his backpack for a pill bottle containing a joint rolled from earlier that day. another moment of searching and he pulls out a lighter to put towards the end of it. “or we can sit in silence. your choice.”

[novakzig]

@b-tchcraft​:

https://youtu.be/L1QAcv2GSwA

but i won’t turn down the compliment

well you could get to know me.

[novakzig]

favorite memory from you childhood?

all the times i spent learning sign language with my mom and little bro

[novakzig]

hottest girls at school?

esme, tori, manny, and ellie. hands down. would also just like to randomly throw out the fact that i am indeed single.

@wcrdstctheswanscng @toriismaria @xoxomanuella @b-tchcraft

[novakzig]

// you’re a super awesome writer and I hope your day is amazing!!

ty anon !! i hope u are having a lovely day too !!

[novakzig]

[novakzig]

heathersinclairs​:

normally she wouldn’t have initiated this conversation with the guy but she was now just speaking out loud. “yeah you look pretty beat.” she glanced over at him for a second before shoving her notebook in her bag. once she got the confirmation she just got up from her seat and towards the door. she stopped to look over at him still sitting down. “well, come on before you make me regret it.”

      “everyone looks beat lately,” he points out, following her lead as toned arms reach out to collect belongings previously scattered across the table. “well, i wouldn’t wanna keep the queen waiting, now would i ?” a cheeky smile on his lips, zig makes his way towards the exit, holding the door open for her and trailing close behind. “is this your first time skipping ? you seem like the type of girls that would get super stressed about grades.”