[musingmemes]

sad / heartbreak starters

“i feel like i’m losing you.”

“i didn’t mean to push you away.”

“i don’t want to lose you.”

“please just stay with me.”

“give me another chance.”

“don’t you care about me at all?”

“i thought you loved me.”

“you promised you wouldn’t leave me.”

“i don’t know what i’d do without you.”

“i never thought you’d be the one to break my heart.”

“i need time to think about us.”

“please don’t leave like this.”

“i’m begging you to stay.”

“this can’t be goodbye.”

“don’t you love me anymore?”

“do you… not want me anymore?”

“i wish i could be enough for you.”

“i wish you could see how much this is hurting me.”

“i’m scared of losing you.”

[classification-newt-scamander]

The Heavy Stone

Closed RP with @pulchraviator

Death was a fact of life. The inevitable everyone counted on and yet grief.

Grief was hard, painful and raw. No amount of experience could fully prepare you for the gapping wound, death left you to cope with time and time again. His heart was shattering into tiny pieces but he had to keep it together long enough to help the rest of his creatures, they depended on him. They needed to be properly fed and watered, life had to carry on. Newt had to carry on. There was too much to do.

One hesitant question could not unravelling him. Not now.

“No, I’m fine,” he answered, failing to sound reassuring. His airways were constricting as he tried to suppress the wave of mourning, the tears in his eyes were already on the brink of spilling. This would not push him over the edge.

Newt knew caring for magical creatures meant that the ones he rescued could die, it was an occupational hazard. But this time got to him. Those poor snidgets had been bred, kept in captivity, starved and for what purpose? A game of Quiddich. Some stupid notion of tradition.

Earlier in the week, the ministry had sent him an urgent request to take the birds as they had seized the illegal operation that apparently supplied wealthy families who could afford to pay the premium and would likely pay the fines.

There was one bird left. Newt had done everything he could but the snidget was weak and experience told him they would not survive the night.

A tear fell down his face and he swiped it away, turning and making himself busy through bleary eyes.

Newt would not crumble. He couldn’t. He just couldn’t.

[pulchraviator]

The weakest of smiles graced her lips, not that she was happy about the situation. Of course she wasn’t. But the fact that Newt was speaking to her, that was something to be happy about in itself. If Vera had the ability to remove at least a portion of the pain that Newt was feeling, she would in a heartbeat. He felt so much which wasn’t entirely a bad thing although wasn’t necessarily the best, either. Her honey browns eyes did not steer away from Newt as he stepped closer, they only lowered to watch his hand so gracefully touch the precious bird before them. As he spoke however, she slowly shook her head. It was a burden for sure however, Vera wanted to believe that the ability to read the animals mind was almost a blessing, instead of a curse. Sure, she could read the creatures thoughts but the fact that she could do that almost gave her more of a peace of mind, if anything.

❝ It is difficult… ❞ she agreed, sighing through her nose.

❝ But it is complicated. I’d like to think that the ability to read these creatures minds eases my anxiety, else I would be worried about how they’d be feeling, thinking… ❞ the murmur slipped through her rosy lips and as the words passed, the birds eyes blinked slowly in Vera’s direction, watching her, almost as if it was agreeing with her.

The silence that followed was short, as Vera nodded her head lightly as if answering a question that had not been verbally spoken. ❝ Should we go somewhere? It doesn’t have to be far. Perhaps the Graphorns need to be fed — ❞ The woman nipped at her lower lip lightly as she pondered for other things they could do to stay busy, there was no use in sitting around and waiting for the inevitable and that’s not what the Snidget wanted, nor would it help the either of them.

[nightprompts]

&. 𝐡𝐢𝐭 ‘𝐞𝐦 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.

(  more  angst  to  devastate  your  writing  partners.  metaphorically.  )

❛ you’re a weapon, and weapons don’t weep. ❜

❛ you can’t save everyone. ❜

❛ it should have been you. ❜

❛ did i do good? ❜

❛ i’m sorry that i can’t save you. ❜

❛ wait for me, will you? ❜

❛ i can’t lose you again! ❜

❛ you were dead, i saw you die. ❜

❛ we won’t forget each other, right? ❜

❛ i’m real. i’m here. ❜

❛ you already know how this will end. ❜

❛ it’s always my fault, isn’t it? ❜

❛ i don’t want to go. ❜

❛ can you remember how you died? ❜

❛ i love you, but you’re not mine. ❜

❛ have you ever lost someone? ❜

❛ i didn’t ask to get made. ❜

❛ you’re as beautiful as the day i lost you. ❜

❛ i never meant to hurt you. ❜

❛ is it really you? ❜

❛ their blood is on your hands. ❜

❛ it would have been better to die. ❜

❛ i’m not ready to lose you yet. ❜

❛ i wish i met you sooner. ❜

❛ let’s just stay here. grow old. ❜

❛ you’re the first friend i ever had. ❜

❛ i told you not to fall in love with me. ❜

❛ you always push people away. i just thought you’d never do it to me. ❜

❛ everyone i’ve cared about has either died of left me. except for you. ❜

❛ i know i have a heart because i can feel it breaking. ❜

❛ they’re not coming back. ❜

❛ i’m sorry, have we met? ❜

❛ in my dreams, we’re still together. ❜

❛ you’re the one good thing left in this world. ❜

❛ i hate the way that i don’t hate you. ❜

❛ it’s okay. you can let go. ❜

❛ you mean nothing to me. ❜

❛ we’re on our own now. ❜

❛ you can’t kill me, i’m not alive. ❜

❛ it wasn’t supposed to end like this. ❜

❛ do you remember when we first met? ❜

❛ we’ll see each other again. ❜

❛ there’s nothing you could have done. ❜

❛ we did it. we won. ❜

❛ let’s not go back. not ever. ❜

❛ thanks for playing with me. ❜

❛ why does it feel like this is goodbye? ❜

[wizardingworldrevealed]

VERA

@pulchraviator​;;  ♡

      NEWT HAD very often thought himself odd when he was in school. one of the outcasts. one whos obsession with animals had been unrivaled. that was - until he’d met vera. the girl would he could relate to on another level entirely. almost immediately upon meeting, the two had become friends. the only true friend newt could say he had while he was in school. and though time had distanced them, there was a certain giddiness that accompanied him with each step he took toward the leaky cauldron. he’d been rather surprised when she had responded to his owl - knowing that shortly after graduating she had departed for the united states. somewhere that newt was to be traveling within the coming weeks.

      upon entering the bar, newt cast a quick glance around, a lanky arm reaching up to tousle the raindrops from his hair as he searched for an empty table. upon finding one, he made a quick bee-line toward it so that no one else would snag it. upon sitting, he flagged down tom and ordered a gillywater while he waited, his legs bouncing beneath the table. though he wasn’t sure if the movement was due to anxiety or excitement, he was sure he would figure it out as soon as he saw her.

[pulchraviator]

It had been such a long time since Vera had seen Newt in person. Every now and then they would exchange owls, though being across seas and with the both of them being rather busy it had always been difficult to meet. It hadn’t been long since she had returned to Europe however, so it was a nice surprise to hear from her closest friend. Even though it had been such a long time, the brunette didn’t exactly enjoy socializing too much, so she still considered him a best friend. He had helped her through so much and allowed her to be herself around him, which was something she had never experienced before, or too much afterwards.

If Vera didn’t feel excited about this reunion then she knew that something would be wrong with her, she thought to herself as she headed down the damp streets of London. Her slender hand was held upwards, delicate fingers clasped around her wand as the umbrella charm she had cast kept her from getting wet. The noise of her brown heels clicking against the stone pavement stopped and her head tilted backwards, glancing at the sign on the side of the building. A witch, stirring in a cauldron. Taking a deep breath in, she took a step forwards and entered the bar, wiggling the umbrella outside before reversing the charm so that it disappeared into the tip of her wand.

As she turned, her honey brown eyes scanned the room for any person who may resemble the boy she once known. It had been so many years that she was worried that she wouldn’t be able to recognize him, though when her gaze settled upon a young man sitting in the corner of the room by the blazing fireplace, legs shuffling awkwardly, his tousled hair hiding his face, she quickly came to realize that she could recognize Newt anywhere. At the thought, she nipped her lower lip to prevent herself from her smile from growing too wide and began to walk towards him, trying her hardest to act calm.

Once she approached the table, she cleared her throat a little. — ❝ Newt? ❞

[leneemusing]

CONVERSATIONAL  SENTENCE  STARTERS  

❝  you wanna know how i know you’re a good friend— not just for me but in general?  i always feel better after hanging out with you.  ❞

❝  sometimes things aren’t alright and they’re not gonna be okay for a while.  and that’s alright.  as cliche as it sounds it’s okay to not be okay.  give yourself time.  ❞

❝  have you even taken the time to let yourself feel it?  everything that’s been happening.  eventually,  you have to slow down and let it feel real.  ❞

❝   i’m not really the advice type,  but i am damn good at coming up with distractions to forget the bullshit for a while.  ❞

❝  was this not what you expected?  ❞

❝  i think the whole idea of ‘finding yourself’ is kind of bullshit.  we are what we chose to be.  we make ourselves.   ❞

❝  did you come by for a reason or did you just want some company?  ❞

❝  i’m going to tell you this,  once,  because i think you need to hear it.  you deserve more.  you should expect more from the world and put in the work to get what you deserve.  ❞

❝  i brought some seeds for your garden.  i thought about bringing a bouquet but— this way you can grow them and enjoy them longer.  ❞

❝  please,  stay for dinner?  i enjoy your company.  ❞

❝  come sit a little while with me.  tell me how you’ve been?  really.  ❞

❝  you don’t know how glad i am to see you made it.  here,  let me get you a drink.   ❞

❝  if you’d like to discuss it in private,  we can step outside?  ❞

❝  whatever it is you wish to tell me,  it won’t leave this room.  ❞

❝  well,  i’ve been wanting to talk to you.  but i don’t really know how to put it all in words.  ❞

❝  how have you been sleeping?  ❞

❝  don’t take this the wrong way,  but you don’t quite look well.  ❞

❝  don’t feel bad for not knowing—  i was trying not to bother anyone.  you didn’t know because i didn’t let you.  ❞

❝  miscommunication is a shitty trope in sitcoms and it’s even shittier in real life,  so let’s just take a moment to breathe.  and let’s get on the same page.  alright?   ❞

❝  is this a time for me to listen or fix it?  ❞

❝  i don’t really have anything to say,  i just know that i don’t really want to be alone.  ❞

❝  could you just…talk to me?  it doesn’t have to be anything important.  i just like listening to your voice.  it calms me.  ❞

❝  honestly,  it was a long time ago.  i don’t really remember the details.  ❞

❝  i’m rather proud of you.  i don’t say that often,  so believe i mean it.  ❞

❝  you seem content here.  happy,  even?  ❞

❝  i’m not here to drudge up the past.  i’m just hoping we could have a future.  ❞

❝  i see you’re not getting much sleep either.  should i make us both some tea,  then?  ❞

❝  are you sure you didn’t want to mention something to me?  ❞

❝  are you sure you’re alright?  ❞

❝  i’m a fan of your work,  actually.  ❞

❝  you have more of a reputation than you might think.  ❞

❝  you haven’t heard of me?  how refreshing.  ❞

❝  go on,  tell me what’s on your mind.  ❞

❝  something is troubling you,  yes?  ❞

❝  with a smile like that,  i can’t help but want to know your secret.  what’s got you so cheery today?  ❞

❝  come on,  you’re clearly upset.  and i’m not the asshole who pretends not to notice.  ❞

❝  oh,  i’m going to enjoy making my first impression with you.  how am i doing so far?  ❞

[pulchraviator]

Aight, I'm off to work my friends.

I dont understand why people feel like Wednesdays are the best days to go spend a day at the spa bc I’m not looking forward to such a hectic day when it’s 35 Celsius (95 Fahrenheit) outside rn.

My British DNA can’t stand it I’ve only lived in the States for 5 years lmao, send heeeeeelp.

[tenzoyamato]

If you need me, you'll know where to find me. Goodnight everyone. 🌲🌓🌠💤

[rpclefairy]

𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒

“ am i not good enough? ”  

“ you’ve been so quiet. what’s on your mind? ”  

“ why did you help me? ”  

“ who do you fight for? ”  

“ why do you hate me? ”  

“ have you come to laugh at me in my miserable state? ”  

“ you’re not dating anyone, are you? ”  

“ i’ve got your back, okay? ”  

“ where do you think you’re going? ”  

“ how long have i been asleep? ”  

“ are you going to kill me? ”  

“ why can’t i come with you? ”  

“ we all have secrets, don’t we? ”  

“ did you want to be alone? ”  

“ why should i trust you? ”  

“ wait. did you hear that? ”  

“ promise me? ”  

“ why are you talking like we’ll never see each other again? ”  

“ do you remember anything at all? ”  

“ what? no witty remark? nothing clever to say? ”  

“ you wanna know what your problem is? ”  

“ may i have this dance? ”  

“ can i ask… what happened? ”  

“ how many people have you killed? how many? ”  

“ do you ever hear yourself? ”  

“ would you run away with me? ”  

“ could you be happy here with me? ”  

“ you can’t or you won’t? ”  

“ you slept with them, didn’t you? ”  

“ well, how do i look? ”  

“ after all you’ve done how can i possibly trust you? ”  

“ why can’t you let me in? what are you so afraid of? ”  

“ what did they do to you? ”  

“ so why’s it so important anyway? ”  

“ where have you been? ”  

“ why are you looking at me like that? ”  

“ why did you come? ”  

“ what are you doing out here by yourself? ”  

“ is… that my shirt you’re wearing? ”  

“ you… don’t like me very much, do you? ”  

“ why does it always have to be a fight with you? ”

“ why can’t you look me in the eye? ”  

“ can you forgive me? ”  

“ what if i never see you again? ”  

“ you were going to leave without saying goodbye? ”  

“ how about a little midnight snack? ”  

“ are you… smelling me? ”  

“ how did you get this scar? ”  

“ what do you want in exchange for it? ”  

“ what did you want to tell me? ”  

[classification-newt-scamander]

The Heavy Stone

Closed RP with @pulchraviator

Death was a fact of life. The inevitable everyone counted on and yet grief.

Grief was hard, painful and raw. No amount of experience could fully prepare you for the gapping wound, death left you to cope with time and time again. His heart was shattering into tiny pieces but he had to keep it together long enough to help the rest of his creatures, they depended on him. They needed to be properly fed and watered, life had to carry on. Newt had to carry on. There was too much to do.

One hesitant question could not unravelling him. Not now.

“No, I’m fine,” he answered, failing to sound reassuring. His airways were constricting as he tried to suppress the wave of mourning, the tears in his eyes were already on the brink of spilling. This would not push him over the edge.

Newt knew caring for magical creatures meant that the ones he rescued could die, it was an occupational hazard. But this time got to him. Those poor snidgets had been bred, kept in captivity, starved and for what purpose? A game of Quiddich. Some stupid notion of tradition.

Earlier in the week, the ministry had sent him an urgent request to take the birds as they had seized the illegal operation that apparently supplied wealthy families who could afford to pay the premium and would likely pay the fines.

There was one bird left. Newt had done everything he could but the snidget was weak and experience told him they would not survive the night.

A tear fell down his face and he swiped it away, turning and making himself busy through bleary eyes.

Newt would not crumble. He couldn’t. He just couldn’t.

[pulchraviator]

A small pause followed by the softest sighs, Vera turned to watch over the little bird that Newt had been desperately trying to take care of for the last few weeks. The pain that she could visibly see in his eyes caused her so much guilt over the fact that there was nothing that could be done to bring back the quality of life to this harmless creature that deserved it more. It was young, far too young to not make it back.

Vera looked up though as she heard his quiet voice and it was rather obvious in the tone of his voice, that he was in fact feeling quite the opposite to what he had said. ❝ But you are not fine. ❞ Vera murmured delicately, not wishing to push the situation to a state of being too uncomfortable. They were adults now, no longer children whose feelings could be validated by the other in the same way they had helped once another before. ❝ And that itself, is also fine. ❞ She was gentle, soft spoken, cautious with her words but truthful. It was ok to not feel ok. The brunette took a step closer to the creature, a singular finger being enough to very gently stroke from the top of its head to its tail in comfort. ❝ He doesn’t want you to feel bad about the situation, Newt. ❞ Vera reassured him, her eyes turning their gaze from the bird, over to where Newt stood in the corner of the room. ❝ He is so very grateful of you, for loving him the way that you have. And he loves you, too. ❞ Perhaps using her legilimency now was not the correct time, but she did not want to wait. She could not wait to relay information when the creature so badly wanted to heal Newt’s hurt, as did she.

[amagizoologistscase-deactivated]

pulchraviator​:

Something unknown to anyone that may be close by caused quite a large splash in the water, in reaction to this Vera leapt off of the rock to protect her beloved book, that she had used to write so much information about the creatures she had encountered the previous year. A soft but audible huff left her rosy lips in joy as a little smile had replaced the concentrated expression that had once painted across her face only a few moments prior. The Dukuwaqa was playful and pretty⎯ ❝ Feisty. ❞ Vera’s lips curled further into a beaming smile, her pearly whites on full display as she closed up her book with the one hand she was holding it with and rocked onto her tiptoes, then back down again.

The sun was beginning to set and it was one of the most beautiful parts of living in this country, in fact it was one of the Vera’s most favorite times of day, watching the sky light up in such warm colors, viewing the bright orange, yellow and pinks that would reflect off of the water… Although she did not have much time to take in its beauty, nor did she have much time to think about it. The softest voice still managed to make Vera jump a little, she was far away from civilization that she had not expected another to be close by neither had she had much human contact for the past year, other than to ask local people about specific areas to get a better understanding as to why some creatures and animals may call it home.

Vera swiveled gracefully, her eyes large and bright in anticipation, but the male had already introduced himself before the need to even state his name. She would recognize him in a heartbeat. There was the slightest pause for a moment as the woman watched him standing before her, his little shuffle towards her caused the tiniest of smiles to return to her lips and her eyes diverted from his shoes, up to his friendly, freckled face.

❝ It seems I am pretty hard to find… Ten years is quite a long time, Newt. ❞ Vera jabbed, jokingly. Inhaling, she clutched her leather book to her chest and also took small step towards him, closing the gap even more. They had been the best of friends, at least from Vera’s perspective. Newt had helped her to overcome so much as a youth and she only hoped that his actions had been replicated through her during that time, too.

❝ Would you honestly think that I would forget you? ❞ She questioned lightly only out of mere curiosity.

“In my defense I haven’t been looking for you for ten years,” Newt cracked a joke, but with him not everyone would be able to tell. It was strange to think it had been ten years already though. A lot had changed yet meeting Vera again it was as if it hadn’t been that long. She was one of very few people that he had gotten along with him. That had always been so kind.

“Well, yes,” he blushed at her words about not forgetting him so easily, “You know I never stood out of the crowd. Easy to forget. Or notice,” his smile widened a little though. Despite the gloomy words it wasn’t something that bothered him. Not being noticed was what he had always been most comfortable with. 

[pulchraviator]

As he spoke, the brunette tilted her head slightly. The littlest of smirks gracing itself upon her lips in turn she quickly pursed them together and nodded her head once subtly, in a manner of expressing ‘touché.’ Vera was well aware that he had not been searching for her. And she had been too busy with the life that she was building, had been too tightly knitted into her own little World that she had almost forgotten about people. Her parents, her prior friends.

Prior friends… Vera lowered her gaze a little and nipped at her rosy lower lip. She had never thought that Newt was easy to forget nor difficult to notice. To her, he had always been the exact opposite. The only person that she did notice. The only friend, the only person who stood by what she dreamed to do. ❝ Never. ❞ She replied matter of factly and barely audibly. Blinking a couple of times as she removed the thoughts from her mind, she looked back up to him and this time, there was a forced smile that etched itself across her soft features as her brows furrowed a little. If he had not tried to find her for ten years, then why now? — 

❝ Why are you here, Newt? ❞ Vera questioned lightly. 

[ancientsstudies]

How glorious a greeting the sun gives the mountains.

[unsteals-archived]

please remember that it’s okay if you’re not   ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* aesthetic ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*.   it’s okay if you don’t use icons or gifs for your replies. it’s okay if you don’t capitalize anything; it’s okay if you capitalize everything. it’s okay if you don’t use fancy quotes. it’s okay if you spell some words wrong, or type some phrases awkwardly, or don’t use small font, or have short & simple tags. it doesn’t make your writing any less quality, or you any less of an interesting writer to work with. 

[screnwriter-deactivated20220724]

reassuring prompts

''am i gonna be safe with you?''

''you're safe with me.''

''are you okay with this?''

''i trust you.''

''can i kiss you?''

''kiss me.''

''does that hurt?''

''please continue.''

''are you okay with me kissing you?''

''i'm here for you.''

''you can always talk to me.''

''is something bothering you?''

''don't stop.''

''i want you to kiss me.''

''is that okay with you?''

''do you trust me?''

''i feel safe with you.''

''i'm extremely okay with this.''

''you matter to me.''

''i like spending time with you.''

''you make me happy''

''this thing we've got going on, it's pretty nice.''

''is this okay?''

''are you comfortable?''

''you can always call me.''

''you can always reach out to me. even if it's the the middle of the night.''

''don't hesitate. just call me.''

''i love you.''

''you're the best thing that has ever happened to me.''

''take your time.''

''we don't need to rush anything.''

''i don't want to force you into something you're not ready for.''

''you make me feel safe.''

''it's all right.''

''you're okay.''

''i'm right here.''

''you're safe...''

''i like being here with you. it's nice.''

[adelicateswiveler]

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[pulchraviator]

⎯ ᴛᴇɴ ʏᴇᴀʀꜱ ʟᴀᴛᴇʀ ⎯

Iguazu Falls, a land vast and beautiful well-known for it’s plethora of waterfalls and wildlife is situated between the countries of Argentina and Brazil, this was a country that Vera had not visited before… that was up until five months ago. It had been a year, a whole three hundred and sixty five days since she had decided to give up the standard life of working a boring job just as a means to get past in life, to build a life that society would deem as successful and normal. The thing about Vera was that she had always been so f a r from normal, that she detested it. For all of her life she had been imagining how to peel herself away from the normal and now that she had made it this far, she vowed that she would never be returning to the life that her parents wished so badly that she would have bowed her head to.

There was a small opening in the jungle where Vera had began to set up home. Close enough to the creatures she had been studying though not too close to intimidate, or be intimidated by. The weather was humid, too much for the likings of her but something that she was willing to deal with in order to work on what she had always had her heart set on. It caused her so much joy to be able to revel in a dream of hers that got tore down by so many witches and wizards growing up…

Vera had perched herself upon a rather large stone and was scribbling notes into a large, brown leather book, peering into the waters below her every few moments, and tilting her head to the side slightly as if listening for something, though to the naked ear only the chirping of an abundance of crickets could be heard trilling through the bushes.

❝ Hm… misunderstood… of course you are, ❞ The brunette muttered to herself, so softly she was barely audible to herself let alone to anyone, or anything, around her. A quick sketch of half man, half shark, was etched in black to the middle of the page that she was writing on.

[amagizoologistscase-deactivated]

Newt had been hard to convince to go out and look for Vera. It was to be expected of the magizoologist though yet Theseus had to ask. Had to drag him into businesses that wasn’t his. The convincing wasn’t too hard anymore though when the Ministry offered some benefits - thanks to the older Scamander - that would be very helpful for Newt when he was out traveling.

He had refused to give into a deadline though as trying to find someone who wasn’t too eager to be found was easier said than done. Easier than finding exotic creatures though so after a week or two researching and tracking down Vera he found her last known location to be somewhere in Brazil or Argentina. It was a start anyway and on the journey he did locate some creatures as well.

“You’re a hard woman to find, Miss Woodward,” he announced one day. Spotting the somewhat familiar frame of one of his friends from school, though it had been years. He knew better than to sneak up on her though and instead announced himself from quite a distance away.  “I don’t know if you remember me, but I’m… Newt Scamander. We-” he shifted closer, “We went to school together.”

[pulchraviator]

Something unknown to anyone that may be close by caused quite a large splash in the water, in reaction to this Vera leapt off of the rock to protect her beloved book, that she had used to write so much information about the creatures she had encountered the previous year. A soft but audible huff left her rosy lips in joy as a little smile had replaced the concentrated expression that had once painted across her face only a few moments prior. The Dukuwaqa was playful and pretty⎯ ❝ Feisty. ❞ Vera’s lips curled further into a beaming smile, her pearly whites on full display as she closed up her book with the one hand she was holding it with and rocked onto her tiptoes, then back down again.

The sun was beginning to set and it was one of the most beautiful parts of living in this country, in fact it was one of the Vera’s most favorite times of day, watching the sky light up in such warm colors, viewing the bright orange, yellow and pinks that would reflect off of the water… Although she did not have much time to take in its beauty, nor did she have much time to think about it. The softest voice still managed to make Vera jump a little, she was far away from civilization that she had not expected another to be close by neither had she had much human contact for the past year, other than to ask local people about specific areas to get a better understanding as to why some creatures and animals may call it home.

Vera swiveled gracefully, her eyes large and bright in anticipation, but the male had already introduced himself before the need to even state his name. She would recognize him in a heartbeat. There was the slightest pause for a moment as the woman watched him standing before her, his little shuffle towards her caused the tiniest of smiles to return to her lips and her eyes diverted from his shoes, up to his friendly, freckled face.

❝ It seems I am pretty hard to find… Ten years is quite a long time, Newt. ❞ Vera jabbed, jokingly. Inhaling, she clutched her leather book to her chest and also took small step towards him, closing the gap even more. They had been the best of friends, at least from Vera’s perspective. Newt had helped her to overcome so much as a youth and she only hoped that his actions had been replicated through her during that time, too.

❝ Would you honestly think that I would forget you? ❞ She questioned lightly only out of mere curiosity.

[happyheidi]

[etherea1ity]

oh to lie here and slowly decompose away x x