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desboyle‌:

Des lowered her back to solid ground and loosened his grip around her waist, leaving just a loose loop behind her back. “So’s Veronica. Verrronika.” He drawled out through his accent. He twirled her around and wrapped his arms around her from behind. “Ireland, and where are you from, Veronica?” 

Ronnie shimmied around, laughing as he twirled her. “Ireland?” She repeated his answer, liking the way it sounded on his tongue better than hers. His accent was quite nice; almost like John’s but more musical. “I’m from Wonderland,” she sighed, hoping he had already heard of it so they could talk about his world. “What’s your land like?” she asked, pulling in closer to him to hear him better. 

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“Hiya,” He smiled down at her, then leaned down to call over the music “Desmond”. He started to sway them both side to side, then leaned down and wrapped his arms around her waist and lifted her off the floor, swaying them around as if he were dancing with a doll in his own bedroom. Not that he ever did that, mind you. 

Veronica threw her head back and laughed when he picked her up, and pressed her hands down on his shoulders gently. “Desmond, that name’s like music,” she chimed, patting his shoulders to be put down. “Where are you from, Des?” She asked, pulling her hair to one side of her shoulders.

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desboyle‌:

The clubs in Dublin were different to the ones in America but Des was enjoying them nonetheless, and he’d learnt from the first time that tips were important. Tips in a club in Ireland weren’t really a thing, but the sudden argument he’d been a part of his first night in this place had him tipping each drink these days. It was expensive, and he didn’t really have the money for it. He’d had to get a job at a clothes store, which wasn’t so bad when pretty people would come in. Still, dancing was the same and Desmond liked a dance. He looked down as someone grabbed him and smiled wide at the turquoise girl serenading him. He pulled her in closer, arm around her back and pat the back of her head fondly - even though he didn’t really know her. 

Veronica broke off singing as the next verse began and she giggled as the guy patted the back of her head. There was something so innocent about it, something kind. “Hey,” she grinned up at him, batting her lashes at him. He was properly handsome, with something shining behind his eyes. “Veronica,” she nodded along to the music, clasping her hands behind his neck as she continued to dance.

[sapphireflutterby]

wide eyed believer || open

Veronica hadn’t felt so alive in a long time. She was in a club in town, dancing around to club music, singing the lyrics wrong and whipping her hair around. It was dark save for the flashing lights and occasional flash photography, and for the first time in a while, she was having genuine fun. She hadn’t gotten high or drunk in about a month, and wondered why she had started in the first place, as this was so exhilarating without anything. She reached out and grabbed the arm of the person nearest her as a slower song came on, one that she actually knew the lyrics to, and began singing to them as the chorus hit.

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johns-con‌:

John looked down at her on his shoulder, leaned in and pressed a kiss against her forehead. “You’re going to do brilliantly on commission.” He laughed deeply at the mention of spoiling him, making a turtle face of agreement. “I could get used to that, a nice place, just you and me…”

“Ooh, definitely! We could get a summer place and a winter place,” Ronnie giggled, grossly overestimating how much she could possibly make in a shop after leaving school and free rent. It was a bit overwhelming, how much she loved this boy. It wasn’t that she’d never loved before, but this was a whole different kind of love; she cared about every piece of him, and worried over him in her mind when they weren’t together. She wanted him to be happy, and for her to be a part of that happiness. 

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johns-con‌:

“Ooh,” He grinned at her, feeling proud of her for the acheivement. It felt like so much more when it came to those that came from weird worlds. Leicester was hardly something to adapt from. “Well done love, that sounds like a perfect job. I bet the customers love you as well.” She had a way about her, it drew people in, but he hoped that she didn’t go to work high. “This is practically a celebration then! We could even get a bottle of wine later.” Did she even like wine? John didn’t know, he only ever bought liquour. 

Ronnie pressed her chin against her shoulder and grinned at him, all too pleased with herself at his compliment. “I hope so. I get commission too, so if they like me, all the better for me,” she grinned, and then pressed her tongue to right fang too. “And you. When I am handsomely wealthy, I’ll spoil you absolutely rotten,” she laughed, throwing her head back. “Oooh,” Ronnie crooned, leaning back a little as she walked. “I’d love that!”

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hues of the fall || verjohnica

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johns-con‌:

John followed her lead and sat up, taking the cigarette back as he stood and held it between his lips. He untied the hoodie from around his hips and pulled the sleeves on, now he wasn’t moving it was getting chilly. “Nachos and hot dogs it is! You sure?” He questioned, but nodded soon after. Neither of them were well off, but he felt like he still ought to provide. “Thanks.” 

“Mhm!” Veronica chirped and then grinned. “I got a job! I work in this cute little boutique where I get to compliment people all day and help them find what they want to wear, or gifts they want to get for people. It’s so nice to have money,” she giggled. Sure, she was only bringing in about a hundred and fifty dollars a week, but it was more than she’d ever made anywhere. In fact in Wonderland, she never had to work; her dad provided things they needed at home, and when she went out to clubs or bars, people were always willing to buy her what she liked. Ronnie’d become a little obsessed with saving money, squirreling away most of her paycheck into a jar under her bed, and taking out the bills now and then to line them up like little soldiers on her desk. 

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hues of the fall || verjohnica

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johns-con‌:

“You don’t need an appointment love.” He told her, nodding when she reached for the cigarette and handed it over. “Do you want to go get some food? I’m dying for a hot dog.” It was all good and well him exercising to try and get fit, but he was rubbish at eating regular meals.

Ronnie took a drag and leaned her head back a bit to let the smoke pour out of her. “Ooh, that sounds good. I want nachos,” she commented, sitting up and taking another drag before holding it out to him. “I’m buying,” she added with a little grin. She’d recently started working at a little clothes shop in town, and was thoroughly enjoying having a bit of spending money.

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hues of the fall || verjohnica

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johns-con‌:

He pulled the fag from his mouth and lifted his head to look at her properly, pausing in thought. “I mean, if you want to do something else…” John dragged, the corner of his mouth lifting into a suggestive smile. “I could add to that high.” He murmured, giving her a little squeeze.

Veronica squeaked slightly, and dissolved into giggles when he squeezed her. “Oh, I do,” she grinned, smooching his throat. “Do pencil me in, will you?” She asked, tapping his nose gently with her fingertip, before reaching for his cigarette, asking him for a drag with a raise of her brows.

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johns-con‌:

“Good,” He smiled, letting his head fall back to relax with her. “Probably tomorrow, if that’s okay? Lots of time for a nap.” He dug into his pockets and grabbed a cigarette, popped it into his mouth, and lit it with a snap of his fingers. “You can nap all night if you want to.”

Veronica gave a giddy chuckle as he lit his cigarette, the bit of magic never growing old to her. “Ooh, all night?” She asked, inching into him, reaching up and playing gingerly with the collar of his shirt, eyes fixed on his neck. “You sure?” She asked, dragging her gaze to his eyes, pausing momentarily on his lips. 

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hues of the fall || verjohnica

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johns-con‌:

John nodded and even chuckled at the name, but he couldn’t help the concern he felt. Just like everyone else did, he knew the stories of Wonderland and he didn’t want to be the one to send Veronica into the ways of the Mad Hatter. “Bounds City. There’s just one shop I need to go into there, but I thought we could make a day of it. Just you and me.” He sounded so domestic and the words never felt like his, or like what he imagined himself to be. 

“Ooh, I like the sounds of that,” she grinned, reaching up and pinching his chin gingerly with her thumb and forefinger. Ronnie could feel herself getting a bit dozy, and wondered when he planned on heading out. “When do you want to go? Do I have time for a little nap beforehand?” She yawned, covering her mouth with the back of her hand.

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hues of the fall || verjohnica

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johns-con‌:

“Mmm, that sounds fun.” He murmured back, turning his head before she could pull back too far and caught her lips. “But I also need to be able to run distances.” He was sure she’d understand, though maybe she was too off her head to think it through. “I need to head into the city in the next couple days, you wanna come with me?”

“Ah, that’s right,” she replied, tapping his nose gently with the knuckle of her forefinger. “The boogey-man and his goons,” she explained for herself. She didn’t understand the concept of demons and dark arts, and so she’d given them different names to cope with what she’d experienced in that motel room with him. Ronnie could feel a pout forming as he said he needed to go into the city, but when he invited her, her lips spread into a big grin. “Of course! I’d love to!” She propped herself up on both elbows, suddenly feeling incandescently happy. “Which city?” Veronica asked, Bounds City completely falling out of her mind.

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hues of the fall || verjohnica

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johns-con‌:

“Yeah, of course.” He agreed, even though he didn’t really know what she was talking about. Drugs were a no, it was never a good trip and he had no interest in bringing more darkness into his life. “Yeah, I need to work on my stamina.” He looked down at her, smiling slightly. “It’s less fun than leaf angels.”

“Your stamina, huh?” She asked with a cheeky grin, squinting one eye open mischievously to look at him. “I could help with that,” Ronnie added, reaching up and pulling him down onto her by his collar, planting a pink kiss on his cheek before letting go.  

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hues of the fall || verjohnica

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johns-con‌:

John chuckled quietly, giving a slight nod. “I just got lucky.” As much as his life was a shit show in general, he lucked out hugely and multiple times when he met Veronica. He looped his arm around her, giving her a squeeze. “So, you’re glowing even in this dim weather?” He teased, but he wasn’t surprised much at all. 

“Oh, you know, when you feel like you’re hovering right above your own skin?” She asked, sighing contentedly, leaning into his touch. “That kind of glowing,” Ronnie added, closing her eyes a moment, before letting them fly open, worried that she might get the spins. “Were you running?” She asked, eyes dragging up from his chest, over his throat, chin, and then nose, before meeting his gaze. 

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hues of the fall || verjohnica

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johns-con‌:

John smiled down at her, he was entirely in love with her and couldn’t help the way it showed in his face. He could tell immediately though, that she’d fallen off the wagon. It didn’t entirely matter to him, but there was some concern too. “Of course,” he stepped to her side and sat down, leaning back on one arm. “How you feeling?”

Ronnie grinned and turned on her side to face him, though her eyes were slowly dragging shut. “Oh, I’m feeling wonderful, just glowing,” she laughed, opening her eyes to take him in. “It’s like you’ve read my mind, coming and finding me like this,” she murmured, scooching closer and reaching up for his shirt, pulling him into her.