palimpsest

(n.) something reused or altered but still bearing visible traces of its earlier form ; indie. multi-muse. literate. au. oc. may contain triggering & nsfw content.

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(stella to cassie) ❛ hey babe, i made you this mixtape for valentines day. i don’t know many love songs, so it’s just uptown funk 18 times in a row. ❜

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cassie raises a finger to shut the other up. “okay - we talked about this.” she’s in front of her laptop, doing nothing particularly special. she’s on break from her usual run-ins with the leading anti-mutant authorities. not to mention in hiding. when stella asked to come over, cassie didn’t expect the whole ordeal to be like this. “one, don’t call me, babe. second –” 

her face falls the same time her hand does. her expression shifts from annoyed to just downright exasperated. “uptown funk? really? that’s not even a love song to begin with. i would have settled for unchained melody. or, i don’t know, wind beneath my wings?”

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(jangmi to deidre) ❛ i have a rare skin condition called close the fucking blinds ❜

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deidre pulls the blinds even further apart in response before turning to the other girl with a huff, hands on her hips. “sunlight is good for you!” she responds, bottom lip jutting out slightly. “how long have you been living in this deep dark cave of turmoil?”

she skips over, drapes herself across jangmi. her british accent is evident. “you look so beautiful like this. the way the light hits your hair, illuminates your features -” deidre coos, patting the other girl’s cheek. “reminiscent of apollo’s daughter. such a golden, sun-kissed solar deity, you are.”

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(meihui to freyja) ❛ 90 out of 10 people agree that math is fucking lame ❜

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“let me guess,” freyja starts, her attention on her french tips instead of the dissertation she’s supposed to be writing - the difference of male and female standards in sports, and how it affects bla bla bla. she’ll figure it out later. “you’re one of those people?” it’s a math joke, she figures. regardless, it’s a stupid one at that. freyja doesn’t understand jokes. she doesn’t even smile often.

her cup of coffee is left forgotten on the table. she isn’t really much of a coffee person, but tea doesn’t really do much in keeping her awake. “aren’t we done with math?” she raises an eyebrow. “and don’t you have your own paper to be writing?”

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(yoomi to artemis) ❛ i love sleeping to avoid problems ❜

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“honey, at least you even get the chance to sleep.” despite her words, she’s lying on the bed, back against the headboard. she’s still wearing the tight-fitting burgundy cocktail dress from the party earlier, heels carelessly thrown aside. the ballroom had been filled with models and fashion editors and renowned photographers, but artemis, despite being a director, fit right in.

she diverts her gaze away from her perfectly manicured red nails to look at the younger girl - much younger, actually; a decade younger; centuries younger. “speaking of sleep, don’t you have class tomorrow?”