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𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎   𝚖𝚢   𝚖𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚜   𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 ,   𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎  𝚖𝚢  𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚘𝚜  𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝

[odeitte]

𝐎𝐃𝐄𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐄   ֊     an   independent   and   private   fandomless   oc   exploring   themes   of   𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘥   ,   𝘯𝘦𝘨𝘭𝘦𝘤𝘵   ,   𝘢𝘯𝘥   𝘏𝘖𝘗𝘌   for   a   new   dawn   ft.   verses   in   f.ear   s.tree,   t.een   w.olf,   g.rishaverse,   and   𝓶𝓸𝓻𝓮,   written   by   LEAH   (   she/her   ,   21   ).

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𝓪     𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰     𝓲𝓼𝓷’𝓽     𝓫𝓮𝓪𝓾𝓽𝓲𝓯𝓾𝓵     because     it     lasts,     everything     is     more     beautiful     because     we     are     ＤＯＯＭＥＤ.     you     will     𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛     𝚋𝚎     𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚛     than     you     are     now.     we     will     never     be     here     again.        

[concepts]

Anya Taylor-Joy Last Night in Soho (2021) dir. Edgar Wright

[thesoldiersminute]

Anya Taylor-Joy at the Ellen DeGeneres Show (2021)

[odeitte]

♡   𝐣𝐲𝐧   ,

“ fine, fine ! “ she resists the urge to throw up her arms in exasperation and settles for crossing them tightly over her chest. who is she to tell odette what the damn frog’s name is ? at the end fo the day, she doesn’t give a flying fuck if she wants to call it frederick or king nikolai of ravka –– all she wants is for this mission to be over, for them to get back to the safe house so she can sleep on an actual mattress instead of the floor somewhere. “ it’s frederick ! just –– ” 

she cuts off, shaking her head. as much as she hates to admit it, odette is right –– something about this feels off. one group of enemies is hardly a threat, especially not for this type of job. she watches as frederick the frog hops over the body of the man she’d just killed, brows knitting together. “ it doesn’t matter, ” she says finally, turning back to odette. “ the job’s done so we’re getting paid. ” the stronghold’s key sits heavily in her back pocket –– for as difficult as their employer had made this seem, it had been all too easily to get it. the first group of men they’d run across had one in their possession. an uneasy feeling washes over her, hairs prickling at the back of her neck as if they’re being watched ; but a quick glance around the area shows her nothing out of the ordinary. “ so let’s get out of here before more come back. ” 

she   hears   a   loud   croak   and   looks   back   at   the   gentle   creature,   their   eyes   meet   and   it   croaked   once   more,   𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐫   𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬   𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞.   he   was   warning   her.   she   stares   for   a   long   moment,   𝚜𝚞𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚍   𝚒𝚗   𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎   as   she   watched   the   creature   carefully,   trying   to   determine   just   what   he   might   be   warning   her   about.    “   𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙤𝙣𝙚   𝙞𝙨   𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙜.   ”   her   voice   is   quiet,   raw,   her   eyes   𝓅𝑜𝑜𝓁𝓈   𝑜𝒻   𝑒𝓂𝓅𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑒𝓈𝓈   as   she   looks   back   to   jyn,  “   frederick   told   me.   ”

she   stretches   her   arms,   flicking   her   wrists,   trying   to   loosen   them   up   before   whoever   was   coming   arrived.  “   you   know,   i   think   this   all   might   have   been   a   trap.   ”   odette   huffs,   resting   her   hands   on   her   hips,   “   it’s   a   little   depressing.   ｄｙｉｎｇ   ｆｏｒ   ａ   ｔｒａｐ.   ”   she   motions   to   the   men   they’ve   killed,   “   what   cause   would   you   die   for,   jyn   ?   i   think   i’d   die   for   frederick   !   i   guess   that’s   not   really   a   cause.   frog   rights   should   be   a   cause.   ooo   !   maybe   i’ll   start   a   campaign   when   we’re   done   here.   ”   just   as   she   finishes   speaking,   she   notices   a   shift,   𝚊   𝚙𝚞𝚕𝚕   𝚒𝚗   𝚝𝚑𝚎   𝚊𝚒𝚛,   a   sign   of   nearby   fluids.   it   meant   someone   was   close.   “   jyn   !   ”   she   calls, “   WATCH   OUT   !   ”

[concepts]

Anya Taylor-Joy by Joshua Lawrence | Louis XIII x Vanity Fair party (2018)

[odeitte]

♡   𝐣𝐲𝐧   ,

“ fine, fine ! “ she resists the urge to throw up her arms in exasperation and settles for crossing them tightly over her chest. who is she to tell odette what the damn frog’s name is ? at the end fo the day, she doesn’t give a flying fuck if she wants to call it frederick or king nikolai of ravka –– all she wants is for this mission to be over, for them to get back to the safe house so she can sleep on an actual mattress instead of the floor somewhere. “ it’s frederick ! just –– ” 

she cuts off, shaking her head. as much as she hates to admit it, odette is right –– something about this feels off. one group of enemies is hardly a threat, especially not for this type of job. she watches as frederick the frog hops over the body of the man she’d just killed, brows knitting together. “ it doesn’t matter, ” she says finally, turning back to odette. “ the job’s done so we’re getting paid. ” the stronghold’s key sits heavily in her back pocket –– for as difficult as their employer had made this seem, it had been all too easily to get it. the first group of men they’d run across had one in their possession. an uneasy feeling washes over her, hairs prickling at the back of her neck as if they’re being watched ; but a quick glance around the area shows her nothing out of the ordinary. “ so let’s get out of here before more come back. ” 

she   hears   a   loud   croak   and   looks   back   at   the   gentle   creature,   their   eyes   meet   and   it   croaked   once   more,   𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐫   𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬   𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞.   he   was   warning   her.   she   stares   for   a   long   moment,   𝚜𝚞𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚍   𝚒𝚗   𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎   as   she   watched   the   creature   carefully,   trying   to   determine   just   what   he   might   be   warning   her   about.    “   𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙤𝙣𝙚   𝙞𝙨   𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙜.   ”   her   voice   is   quiet,   raw,   her   eyes   𝓅𝑜𝑜𝓁𝓈   𝑜𝒻   𝑒𝓂𝓅𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑒𝓈𝓈   as   she   looks   back   to   jyn,  “   frederick   told   me.   ”

she   stretches   her   arms,   flicking   her   wrists,   trying   to   loosen   them   up   before   whoever   was   coming   arrived.  “   you   know,   i   think   this   all   might   have   been   a   trap.   ”   odette   huffs,   resting   her   hands   on   her   hips,   “   it’s   a   little   depressing.   ｄｙｉｎｇ   ｆｏｒ   ａ   ｔｒａｐ.   ”   she   motions   to   the   men   they’ve   killed,   “   what   cause   would   you   die   for,   jyn   ?   i   think   i’d   die   for   frederick   !   i   guess   that’s   not   really   a   cause.   frog   rights   should   be   a   cause.   ooo   !   maybe   i’ll   start   a   campaign   when   we’re   done   here.   ”   just   as   she   finishes   speaking,   she   notices   a   shift,   𝚊   𝚙𝚞𝚕𝚕   𝚒𝚗   𝚝𝚑𝚎   𝚊𝚒𝚛,   a   sign   of   nearby   fluids.   it   meant   someone   was   close.   “   jyn   !   ”   she   calls, “   WATCH   OUT   !   ”

[odeitte]

hello leah i hopeu are having a good day today i love u kiss

omg hello libby i love u kiss kiss u sensed me im literally writing ur spotify meme response on kaz this very second

[odeitte]

♡   𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐠𝐢𝐞   ,

      NAUSEA  OFTEN  CAME  TO  MAGGIE,  but  this  bout  was  different.  Untouchable               that  was  what  Clay  Clayton  looked  like  as  he  emerged  from  the  court  room,  grin  bright  as  if  he  had  won  the  lottery  and  not  slipped  through  prison  bars.  It  was  the  same  smile  he  wore  as  he  offered  her  comfort  and  assistance,  when  he  showered  her  in  sympathy  as  Maggie  worried  herself  sick  wondering  if  her  best  friend  was  alive.  Little  did  she  know,  she  was  always  right  under  the  floorboards. If  she  had  been  looking  instead  of  offering  her  captor  lemon  cookies,  Odette  would  have  been  freed  sooner.

      Deception,  it’s  not  nearly  as  sickening  as  the  actions  he  took  against  Odette,  but  it  doesn’t  feel  any  better  either.  It  was  almost  me,  plagues  her  mind  constantly,  if  Finn  hadn’t  been  there  .  .  .

      “Dettie,  I  really  .  .  .  ”  Lips  pressed  together,  she  forces  herself  to  swallow  down  the  bile.  Yet,  her  voice  remains  teetering  on  the  edge  of  tears,  “  I  really  don’t  want  to  watch  this  anymore.  Can  we  please  change  the  channel?  I’m  sorry.  ”

mama . . . who   was   that   ?   suddenly   she’s   six   years   old   again   and   her   mother   is   pulling   her   into   her   arms,  no   one.   just   be   a   good   little   girl   and   give   mommy   alone   time   when   she   wants   it.   he’ll   keep   you   company.   she   blinks   as   she   stares   at   the   television   screen,   a   different   man   is   on   it.   𝐚   𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐞   𝐦𝐚𝐧.   she   sees   his   smiling   face.   suddenly   she’s   sixteen   years   old   again   and   her   mother   has   kicked   her   out   of   the   house   for   the   night.   it’s   a little   late   to   be   walking   all   alone,   it’s   not   safe   you   know.   a   man’s   voice   calls   out   to   her.   she   turns   and   looks   at   him,   her   lips   upturned   in   a   playful   smirk,   i’m   not   alone   silly,   the   whole   wide   world   is   always   with   you   if   you   listen.   how   quickly   her   smile   had   faded. 

her   face   has   paled,   𝚑𝚎𝚛   𝚔𝚗𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚎𝚜   𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚝𝚎   as   she   grips   the   remote.   he   steps   out   of   the   courthouse   with   a   grin   and   a   wave,   cameras   swarm   him.   she   can   tell   by   the   look   on   his   face   𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩   𝙝𝙚’𝙨   𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙙.   news   anchors   rush   him,   microphones   shoved   before   him   —   and   then   one   calls   out   : we’re   told   you’ve   expressed   great   regret   and   guilt   for   your   actions.   if   she’s   watching   this,   what   would   you   say   to   miss   montgomery   ?

the   room   around   her   𝘀𝗽𝗶𝗻𝘀,   she   hears   that   maggie   has   said   something   but   𝓈𝒽𝑒   𝒸𝒶𝓃’𝓉   𝓂𝒶𝓀𝑒   𝒾𝓉   𝑜𝓊𝓉.   she   hits   rewind.   great   regret   and   guilt-   rewind.   ʳᵉᵍʳᵉᵗ   ᵃⁿᵈ   ᵍᵘⁱˡᵗ.   rewind.   if   she’s   watching.   rewind.   miss   montgomery   miss   montgomery   miss   montgomery   miss   mon—

‘odette . . . ’ clay   clayton   finally   speaks.   suddenly   she’s   sixteen   again.   he’s   saying   her   name   with   that   same   smug   smile,   those   same   confident   eyes, ‘det   i’m-’

𝐬𝐡𝐞   𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐬   𝐮𝐩.  reaching   for   the   nearest   waste   bin   and   emptying   everything   in   her   stomach   before   collapsing   on   the   ground   next   to   it. 

[rt0no]

[lochiels]

Emma Woodhouse, EMMA (2020)

[brushoflips]

[odeitte]

♡   𝐣𝐲𝐧   ,

there’s an uncomfortable, foreign feeling in her chest, settling right underneath where her crystal hangs. it’s one that she wants to claw out with her fingernails until it’s gone, no matter the damage. it’s one of those nights where the hatch is close to bursting, the cave in her mind at a level where almost overflowing. sleep would be a futile effort and jyn hadn’t even tried to go to bed, just told odette that she would take the first watch and settling outside their makeshift camp without room for argument. 

jyn doesn’t turn her head when odette settles next to her but senses her presence regardless. saw had taught her how to use her senses to their fullest extent –– she hears leaves crunching underfoot, the hairs on the back of her neck prickling with someone’s eyes on them. when odette sits next to her, she closes her eyes for a second, mentally steeling herself, before turning her head slightly. “ you’re not up for watch yet. ” jyn hadn’t intended to wake her up for a few more hours –– at least one of them should get some sleep. “ go back to bed. ” 

“   mmm   .   .   .   no   but,   ”   she   rests   her   elbows   atop   her   knees,   chin   falling   into   her   hands,   staring   out   at   the   trees   before   them   and   sparing   a   glance   at   the   stars   above   them.  𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙡𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨   𝙧𝙚𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙙   𝙝𝙚𝙧   𝙤𝙛   𝙗𝙧𝙪𝙞𝙨𝙚𝙨,   spots   on   a   blank   slate   that   perhaps   may   have   been   beautiful   even   without   them.   “   𝚒   𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚗’𝚝   𝚜𝚕𝚎𝚎𝚙.   ”   her   tongue   clicks   against   the   roof   of   her   mouth   as   she   finishes   whispering.   there   was   no   point   to   sitting   on   the   grass,   waiting   for   darkness   to   overcome   her. 

she   playfully   bumps   jyn’s   shoulder,   “   besides   !   two   heads   are   better   than   one.   ”   unless   the   other   head   𝐰𝐚𝐬   𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐩𝐢𝐝.   then   neither   head   would   get   very   far.   “   you   looked.   .   .   ”   something   in   her   tells   her   it’s   unwise   to   finish   such   a   sentence   and   yet, “   ｌｏｎｅｌｙ.   ”   odette’s   gaze   falls   nervously   to   the   ground, “   sometimes   being   alone   is   a   little   like   waking   up   and   drowning   every   day.   and   no   one   wants   to   drown   !   even   if   you   want   to   sulk   all   by   yourself.   i   believe   there’s   a   difference.   ”

[odeitte]

♡   𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐞   ,

the    intrigue    marie    feels    at    her    question    is    outweighed    by    a    single    word                      secret.      by    just    talking    with    the    other,      she’s    risking    one    of    her    own.      that    she    is    not    amongst    the    living.      that    purgatory    has    bound    her    restless    spirit    to    wander    in    search    of    serenity.      yet    she    pushes    those    thoughts    aside    in    order    to    speak    her    mind.          ‘   i    would    love    to,      but    first    i    must    ask;      is    it    a    good    secret?      or    a    bad    secret?   ’

good   and   bad   were   such   fascinating   concepts   !   her   head   tilted,   nose   scrunching   up   in   thought,   she   found   she   hadn’t   𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑   𝚘𝚏   𝚊   𝚌𝚕𝚞𝚎   of   how   to   answer   such   a   question.   she   supposed   it   COULD   be   good,   depending   on   who   was   being   asked,   odette   bounced   as   she   walked,   “   𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡   !   ”   it   felt   the   only   𝒽𝑜𝓃𝑒𝓈𝓉   response   she   could   offer,   “   would   that   change   your   answer   ?   ”

[odeitte]

♡   𝐣𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫   ,

     THAT’S EXACTLY WHAT a hater would say, though.  his lips quirk, wanting to smile teasingly at her, but jesper reigns it in before she figures out he’s just winding her up.  mustering all the sobriety he can, he nods, and his voice drops to something rougher, more gravelly — a decent parody of brekker’s rasp.

     “ welcome to the discomfort zone — ”  nope, nope, he can’t do this.  jesper manages to hold the sombre expression for about two seconds longer, and then he laughs.  “ — oh, relax.  a capable lady like yourself has nothing to fear from this job, ”

     except … getting caught, and tried, and hanged.  but that’s what jesper was here for, to keep it from happening, from coming even close to happening.  “ the pay?  uh, let me see here — this is the starting offer.  you’re welcome to negotiate a higher rate from the person hiring us, but i’ll be honest with you: they’re more interested in putting bullets in their employees than entertaining the notion of haggling over prices.  there’s almost ten thousand kruge in that envelope, and there’s more to be had upon completing the job, ”

     he holds the envelope out to her, but stops still half way through the action, eyes narrowing as if in challenge.  “ so.  are you in? ”

a   loud   laugh   escapes   her   lips   and   she’s   quick   to   cover   her   mouth   with   her   hand,   she   was   certain   if   he   overheard   such   antics   he’d   have   jesper   killed.   or   so   the   rumors   said,   in   truth   she   knew   very   little   about   dirtyhands   at   all,   and   the   times   they   HAD   interacted,   she   wasn’t   sure   𝚑𝚎   𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚍   𝚑𝚎𝚛   𝚊𝚕𝚕   𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝   𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑.

“   you   spend   𝒻𝒶𝓇   too   much   time   with   him   !   he’s   rubbing   off   one   you,   ”   upturned   lips   reveal   she’s   only   joking   and   her   hands   drop   comfortably   down   to   her   hips   once   more,   bobbing   her   head   back   and   forth   in   thought,   “   not   as   long   as   i   have   company,   ”   she   gives   him   a   pointed   look, “   i   ＪＵＳＴ   got   my   hair   cut,   i   don’t   want   it   all   messed   up.   ”   she   was   a   girl   with   standards,   after   all.   odette   eyed   the   envelope   and   grinned,   so   maybe   those   standards   𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥   𝘣𝘦   𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘥   for   the   right   price,   but   she   would   be   an   idiot   to   pass   up   on   such   a   large   amount. 

she   hums,   playfully   tapping   her   lips   in   thought,   “   okay   !   you’ve   convinced   me   with   your   horrid   impression.   if   we   leave   now   we   can   be   back   in   time   for   drinks.   ”   she   raises   an   eyebrow,   𝚎𝚡𝚌𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝   𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐   𝚒𝚗   𝚑𝚎𝚛   𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚝,   dangerous   as   it   was,   it   gave   her   a   rush   she   had   fallen   in   love   with.

[odeitte]

♡   𝐣𝐲𝐧   ,

…why the hell had jyn agreed to go along with this again ? barely resisting the urge to groan out loud, she pinches the bridge of her nose tightly and closes her eyes, trying to ward off the inevitable headache building inside her skull. they’d just taken down a handful of opposing gang memebers and there’s no denying that odette could hold her own in a fight ( thank the saints for small blessings ) –– but to pick up a frog immediately after and coo at it like it’s a small child ? “ it does not look like a frederick, ” she growls. “ it looks like a frog. “

at least she knows how to handle a half-dead enemy. at the sound of the pained moan, jyn’s already moving to take care of the threat. in one swift movement, she unholsters her pistol and fires a clean shot into his forehead, the impact making him jolt before he lies still, eyes open, no longer a problem. while odette babbles more about the frog ( or maybe something else –– jyn is barely listening ), she goes through the rest of the bodies and makes sure each one is dead before turning back to the other woman. stars above, she could not wait to get back to the safe house…but at this rate, it wouldn’t happen before the sun set. “ i’m heading back, ” she announces instead of just leaving. “ i don’t care what you and the frog do. ” 

what   did   jyn   know   ?!   she   wasn’t   𝚊   𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚐   𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚝   !   if   anyone   here   was,   it   was   odette   and   she   knew   that   he   did   indeed   look   like   a   fred.   she   pays   little   attention   to   the   death   of   the   man,   taking   the   time   instead   𝘵𝘰   𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘦   𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘭𝘺   at   the   creature   in   her   hands,   glancing   at   jyn   to   ensure   she   wasn’t   watching   before   quickly   sticking   her   tongue   out   at   it,   waiting   to   see   if   he   would   do   it   back.

“   his   name   is   frederick   !   ”   she   corrects   with   a   huff,   smiling   at   the   gentle   creature   and   setting   him   back   on   the   ground.   it   hopped   atop   the   dead   man’s   face,   letting   out   a   deep   croak   before   its   tongue   shot   out,   snatching   a   fly.   she   hops   to   catch   up   to   jyn,   falling   in   step   with   her   across   cobblestone   paths,  “   you   know   you   don’t   have   to   be   𝚜𝚘  𝙶𝙻𝚄𝙼   !   we   are   about   to   get   paid   a   lot.   ”   she   hesitates,   head   tilting   to   the   side,   “   unless.   .   .   ”   something   felt   undeniably   off.   she’d   done   plenty   of   jobs   like   this,   it   was   too   quick.   too   𝗦𝗜𝗠𝗣𝗟𝗘.   “   did   all   this   feel   a   bit   too   easy   to   you   ?   ”

[odeitte]

♡   for   @violatile​   , 

duffle   bag   tucked   tightly   in   her   arms,   odette   lets   out   a   huff   as   she   drops   it   down   on   the   table,   nearly   collapsing   with   it. "   i'm   TELLING   you   —   the   guy   was   𝚊   𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚎   𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛,   he   just   walked   up   and   gave   me   the   bag.   "   unzipping   it,   stacks   and   stacks   of   kruge   flood   out   and   she   reaches   out,   shoving   it   all   back   in.   from   the   looks   of   it,   𝗶𝘁   𝘄𝗮𝘀   𝗻𝗲𝘄   but   she   hadn’t   a   clue   ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ   it   had   come   from   or   WHO   it   belonged   to,   there   wasn’t   a   𝓈𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓁𝑒   indication.   even   if   he   were   running   from   the   stadwatch   or   trying   to   frame   her   for   a   crime   she   didn’t   commit,   there   would   be   ｎｏ   ｗａｙ   to   track   where   the   money   had   come   from.   it   would   be   absurd   to   part   with   it   in   such   a   way.

“   it   MUST   be   stolen.   ”   it’s   the   only   reasonable   conclusion.   but   𝚘𝚍𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎   𝚑𝚊𝚍   𝚗𝚘   𝚚𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚖𝚜   about   holding   on   to   someone   else’s   money.   “   the   man   who   gave   it   to   me   had   a   tattoo,   dime   lion.   ”   she’d   done   work   for   them   before,   but   she’d   done   work   for   𝐀𝐋𝐋   the   major   gangs   before   and   she’d   completed   no   job   that   would   entitle   her   to  𝙨𝙪𝙘𝙝   𝙖   𝙡𝙖𝙧𝙜𝙚   𝙖𝙢𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙩.   it   wasn’t   payment.   she   smirks,   lifting   a   stack   and   running   a   manicured   finger   through   it,   “   i’m   thinking   we   spend   it   all   and   plead   ignorance   when   someone   comes   looking.   ”

[odeitte]

@coeurfuck  :   ❛  send 💬  for me to make you a starter with a random line of dialogue from this generator   .    ❜   -   accepting   !

"   oh   my   god.   you're   in   love   with   her.   " odette   nudges   him   with   her   shoulder,   the   red   solo   cup   clutched   tightly   in   her   palm.   parties   weren’t   quite   her   scene,   she   truly   just   enjoyed   everything   BEFORE   a   party   even   began   -   curling   her   hair   in   a   room   filled   with   friends,   𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚝𝚑   𝚏𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐   𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛   𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎𝚜   as   boys   tied   the   laces   of   their   shoes   and   girls   stuck   lashes   upon   their   eyelids,   all   laughing   as   if   𝘁𝗵𝗲   𝗱𝗮𝘆   𝗺𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁   𝗯𝗲   𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗶𝗿   𝗹𝗮𝘀𝘁.   but   it   WAS   an   excuse   to   dress   up   and   she   never   was   one   𝓉𝑜   𝓈𝒶𝓎   𝓃𝑜   to   a   reason   to   engineer   a   new   outfit   from   the   depths   of   her   closet.   her   eyes   shift   across   the   party   to   the   girl   in   question   —   an   embodiment   of   light   as   her   hips   swayed,   her   hands   ｃａｒｅｓｓｉｎｇ   the   bodies   that   curved   around   her,   satisfaction   pulling   at   her   lips.

odette   has   never   seen   her   before,   she   was   sure   of   it.   she   wouldn’t   have   forgotten   such   a   figure,   there   were   𝐬𝐨   𝐟𝐞𝐰   who   pulled   the   gaze   of   a   room.   “   you   should   say   something   !   ”   she   grins,   ever   since   she   was   a   little   girl   she’d   loved   the   idea   of   love,   “   go   over   there   and   talk   about   something   ODD   !   that   way   she’ll   never   forget   you.   ”