TESSELATE .

[sylvietm]

*  &  .  lulucias‌  .

       watching the SUNSET is one of lucia’s favorite things, gives her a sense of serenity she rarely feels throughout her day. she thinks she has a whole collection of pictures dedicated to watching the sunset and capturing the moment it’s the most BEAUTIFUL – the different colors of cotton candy pink and smoky orange blending together to create a FASCINATING image that leaves her captivated. lucia is more of a night owl, usually missing the rise of the sun, but rarely misses it when it sets, only to be replaced by the moon and the stars she can’t help ADORING either. it was no different today, however, camera ready to snap up the perfect image when someone stands in front of her way. “if you wanted me to give you a photoshoot, all you had to do was ask for the price. i would’ve gladly had you as one of my models.” her tone is playful and teasing, bringing the camera down to look at the other rather than the sunset behind them. tomorrow was another day and she’ll capture the incredible shot then.

    she  has  to  admit  that  she  hasn’t  really  hung  out  with  lucia  for  altruistic  reasons  .  sylvie  was  selfless  (  selfish  )  and  she  hadn’t  had  the  best  couple  of  weeks  .  but  she  wants  to  make  up  for  that  now  .  plus  ,  she  wants  to  see  if  she  can  make  their  connection  worthwhile  .  she  doesn’t  notice  the  camera  in  her hands  until  it’s  too  late  .   ❛   —-  bold  of  you  to  assume  that  i’d  be  a  good  model  .  i  can’t  even  take  selfies  right  .  ❜  sylvie  lets  out  a  laugh  but  still  ,  her  cheeks  go  pink  as  she  brings  the  camera  down  to  look  at  her  .  turning  to  the  side  a  bit  ,  she  gestures  to  the  sky  .   ❛   i’m  sorry  that  i  ruined  your  shot  ,  ❜  the  sky  does  look  awfully  beautiful  right  now  .   ❛   —-  do  you  come  out  here  to  take  pictures  often  ?  ❜  @rvmances​

[sylvietm]

*  &  .  marlbros‌  .

         recognition  blooms  at  the  sight  of  the  back  of  her  head  ,   a  quick  glimpse  of  raven  hair  from  the  corner  of  his  eye   —-   and  it’s  a  miracle  in  itself  that  he  has  peripheral  vision  at  all  ,  considering  the  massive  ,   fat  pair  of  wine  goggles  he’s  donned  ,   suited  up  for  a  bumbling  trip  to  the  gas  station  for  cigarettes  .   “   hey   —-   you  really  hurt  my  feelings  ,   you  know  that  ?   ”   it’s  hollered  across  empty  space  ,   and  the  messy  half - grin  on  his  face  says  less  upset  than  it  does  pure  amusement  at  her  appearance  .   “   kinda  wish  —-   ”   pause  for  merlot - flavoured  hiccup  .   “   kinda  wish  you  looked  more  like  a  dickhead  and  less  like  a  cute  cartoon  bunny  so  i  would’ve  known  .   ”

      she  has  had  a  long  ,  cape  coral  -  related  day  .  and  sylvie  isn’t  necessarily  looking  forward  to  a  long  ,  cape  coral  -  related  night  .  she  has  come  to  the  gas  station  to  fetch  beer  for  her  father  ,  a  new  nail  polish  color  for  herself  .  she  doesn’t  expect  to  see  neels  .  hell  ,  once  she  steps  out  of  those  gates  ,  sylvie  is  back  to  her  normal  routine  .  but  something  seems  determined  to  ruin  her  plans  .  she  looks  up  at  him  ,  dark  brows  rising  as  he  speaks  .  but  she  knows  ,   rubbing  a  sheepish  hand  over  the  back  of  her  neck  ,  that  she  had  hurt  him  .  the  brunette  prided  herself  on  always  being  nice  .  yet  that  insidious  nastiness  that  she  carried  had  managed  to  ruin  something  yet  again  .  ❛   —-  i  know  .  ❜  and  it’s  true  .  she  knows  that  she  hurt  his  feelings  .  she  thinks  about  it  every  day  whenever  his  eyes  skip  over  her  in  class  .  she’s  almost  insulted  until  she  remembers  that  it’s  her  fault  .  ❛   —-  listen  ,  neels  ...  i  get  it  .  i  was  a  bitch  and  i’m  sorry  .  what  else  do  you  want  me  to  say  ?  do  you  want  me  to  buy  you  more  wine  or  something  ?  ❜

[sylvietm]

*  &  .  givlianas‌  .

GBABY : cape coral added a new banner in the hallway between two of my classes GBABY : $20 if you can guess what is says !

SILVERLINING  :  give  hugs  ,  don’t  do  drugs  ? SILVERLINING  :  idk  ,  what  are  they  telling  us  not  to  do  these  days  ?

[sylvietm]

╰   .   ◜   CAPE  CORAL  ,  A  NETFLIX  ORIGINAL  SERIES  :

sylvie   nyugen’s  outfit  for  the  rendez  -  vous  au  printemps  festival  ,  designed  by  davina  shaugnessy .

[sylvietm]

&  .  wtfyousef‌  .

“ i’m a RICH BOY with amazing cheekbones, am i right ?” yousef says, with another charming and bright grin shot sylvie’s way. it’s almost too easy to put everything about the party - and what had hurt sylvie - behind his back. it’s too easy to leave it from his mind, and act like EVERYTHING IS FINE once again. he’s getting better at pretending. the pair walk in tow, destination unknown but not cared for anyways on yousef’s end. he walks with a laziness and familiarity. a comfortableness that SEEPS from him, from being at this school, and being around people. “ i thought it’d be MORE ROMANTIC to repeat it twice. “ he says, holding his hands up in mock-defence. “ that’s why i’m walking you to  … class ? is that where we’re goin’ ?” he holds out his hands to her, and her books. “ i can even hold your books, and bag. see ? very romantic . “ he’s a big tease, and an even bigger flirt. yousef is aware - but he isn’t aware that it could be seen as MORE than just fun and games for someone else. someone like sylvie, who wears her heart on her sleeve. 

 “ hm ? “ he’s pulling his gaze away from where he’d nodded at some of the soccer boys, to glance back at sylvie, distractedly. “ oh . yeah . i guess i am. “ he hasn’t shot anything genuinely, or seriously, in a long time though. not since . . everything. “ uh. “ he scratches at his chin. the idea of picking up his camera again seems TERRIFYING for a reason that yousef can’t explain. he swallows, and pushes it out of his mind . “ yeah, yeah, ‘m free, i can help. what’s up ?”

           *    that  smile  .  her  heart  stutters  ,  falters  ,  trips  over  itself  in  its  attempt  to  respond  .  for  a  second  ,  sylvie  is  empty  –  minded  :  her  brain  unable  to  comprehend  him  .  a  blink  before  she  looks  away  and  manages  to  get  her  pulse  under  control  .  ❛  a  rich  boy  with  amazing  cheekbones  ,  hair  ,  and  a  sensational  lack  of  modesty  ,  ❜  she  snorts  before  nudging  yousef  in  the  side  .  truly  ,  she  envied  him  .  but  instead  of  letting  her  thoughts  go  on  that  tangent  instead  ,  she  keeps  her  gaze  away  .  because  if  she  keeps  looking  ,  she’ll  want  to  spill  her  guts  –  tell  him  absolutely  everything  that  she  has  been  hiding  about  her  feelings  .  but  she’s  not  that  type  of  girl,  so  she  looks  at  the  ground  in  front  of  her  instead  .  ❛  that  is  where  we’re  going  .  i  have  a  lecture  in  about  ten  minutes  .  ❜  she  taps  the  surface  of  her  old  watch  –  grimacing  as  it  almost  slips  from  her  wrist  .  it  had  belonged  to  her  father  and  the  surface  is  slightly  cracked  ,  scuffed  ,  and  scarred  .  but  it  was  given  to  her  with  love  .  and  sylvie  has  worn  it  every  single  day  since  .  at  his  offer  to  hold  her  books  ,  she  relegates  her  bag  into  his  custody  ,  fingers  brushing  over  his  .  ❛  very  romantic  ,  ❜  a  tongue-in-cheek  grin  before  she  looks  at  him  from  the  corner  of  her  eyes  .  ❛  are  you  going  to  carry  me  over  a  puddle  too  ?  share  an  umbrella  with  me  ?  hold  my  hands  in  your  coat  pocket  ?  if  so  ,  i  think  you’ve  been  watching  a  few  too  many  romances  lately  .  ❜

                   as  he  glances  back  over  at  her  ,  sylvie  takes  a  second  to  reconsider,  but  she  already  has  his  attention  –  and  it’s  too  late  to  change  her  mind.  she  shoves  her  hands  into  the  pockets  of  her  coat  ,  letting  out  a  slight  noise  as  she  realizes  that  the  pocket  has  a  hole  at  the  bottom  .  great  .  her  fingers  aren’t  getting  any  warmer  now  .  ❛  i  was  wondering  if  you  could  take  a  few  pictures  for  me  ,  ❜  she  ventures  cautiously  ,  doe  eyes  meeting  his  .  ❛  my  assignment  for  my  class  wants  to  know  about  my  inner  self  or  whatever  .  and  since  the  weather  is  warmer  ,  i  wanted  to  take  a  bit  of  a  road  trip  to  this  lake  i  know  .  but  if  you’re  –  if  you  don’t  want  to  ,  i  understand  .  i  saw  some  of  your  old  photos  by  the  dark  room  and  …  they’re  amazing  .  ❜

[sylvietm]

&  .  mcybebailey‌  .

bailey had noticed them the moment they arrived. she was tucked away against a large window, sitting cross-legged and was writing her essay draft into her large notebook when they’d come up over to the railing several feet away. it’s not like this spot was particularly hard to find. they were in the top floor of the largest building on campus. it was the first place she’d settled into on her earliest days in cape coral. it wasn’t quiet by any means, but the echoing voices gave way to a strange sort of white noise. still, she hadn’t seen that many people come around here. “you know, if you stick your head out any further, you could end up falling,” she finally said, her voice soft but hopefully loud enough since no one else was here. she had no idea what kind of conversation starter this was, but she supposed she couldn’t back out at this point. her tone wasn’t anything harsh at least, it was maybe even lighthearted - joking, almost. “i don’t want to end up being a witness to an accident.”

        *  staring  down  below  ,  all  of  her  worries  seem  so  insignificant  .  all  it  would  take  was  a  crack  and  she'd  be  weightless  ,  floating  .  until  the  crash  .  slowly  ,  she  runs  her  finger  over  the  railing  --  looking  down  onto  the  campus  below  .  an  exhale  .  and  she  hadn't  realized  bailey  was  there  -  as  quiet  as  she  was  .  when  she  speaks  ,  sylvie  startles  -  fingers  clenching  the  railing  tight  before  she  turns  to  face  her  .  ❛  don't  worry  -  i'll  leave  a  note  that  says  you  didn't  do  it  ,  ❜  her  tone  is  light  ,  she  approaches  bailey  to  sit  beneath  the  windowsill  .  ❛  is  that  essay  for  our  english  class  ?  ❜

[sylvietm]

&  .  crnlius‌  .

          he’s disgusted .  he’s  horrified .  he’s  consumed  by  hatred .  most  of  all ,  neels  is  in  fear .  in  fear  that  the  world  has  truly  sunk  low  enough  for  even  one  person  to  have  put  those  monstrosities  on  their  feet  and  thought  to  themselves  that  yes ,  that  was  indeed  the  move .  “  bro !  ”  he  exclaims ,  angling  his  body  away  from  the  offender  and  pointing  at  their  footwear  with  his  cigarette  like  it’s  an  extension  of  his  hand . “  i  will  give  you  2  fucking  grand  to  take  those  motherfuckers  off  of  your  feet .  that ,  or  run  your  ass  far  enough  away  that  i  can’t  see  them .  ” 

          *   for  a  moment  ,  she's  surprised  that  he's  even  TALKING  to  her  .  after  her  verbal  blunder  when  she  had  snapped  so  hard  that  she  was  surprised  that  all  he  was  doing  was  resenting  her  ,  sylvie  had  been  at  her  most  contrite  .  when  she  saw  neels  ,  she  looked  apologetic  .  even  now  ,  her  lips  were  set  into  her  best  pout  .  although  she  knew  she  didn't  deserve  his  friendship  ,  she  wanted  it  regardless  .  maybe  it  would  help  quiet  her  incessant  need  to  be  liked  .  she  does  as  she's  told  -  slipping  off  her  black  ballet  flats  before  dangling  them  in  front  of  him  .  ❛  what  if  i  want  friendship  instead  of  your  money  ?  ❜

[ostcntatious]

𝐂𝐀𝐏𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐀𝐋 –– the netflix original .

written , directed & produced by weachy and jenga .

[sylvietm]

╰   .   ◜   CAPE  CORAL  ,  A  NETFLIX  ORIGINAL  SERIES  :

character  posters  introducing  sylvia  ‘  sylvie  ‘  nyugen  ,  the  sycophant  .

[ostcntatious]

’ 𝖗𝖎𝖈𝖍 , 𝖘𝖕𝖔𝖎𝖑𝖊𝖉 𝖗𝖔𝖙𝖙𝖊𝖓 ’

a  summary  of  the  cape  coral  students . 

@ftaislinn . @crnlius , @lulucias . @givlianas , @winvnas , @giaferreros , @sylvietm , @chvrchfm , @witherins !

[sylvietm]

&  .  lifecftheparty‌  .

OFTEN TIMES HE FOUND HIMSELF STUCK IN THE CLOUDS  ━ the curly headed boy finding the surroundings of his beautifully cultivated fantasies much more appealing than the abhorrent reality his feet stayed planted upon. where all that glittered WAS gold, and responsibilities fleeted away like the brown leaves in autumn ; the grandiose fairy-tale that laid stake in his head made his current environment look a lot less lavish. sullen, grey, and riddled with minefields that, no matter where he roamed  ━ DISASTER would strike. in fact , the blank stare being shot his way resembled one, features making it evident the person before him had patience that was running thin. reluctantly , fazil made it back down to earth, eyes flickering to those in front of him. yanking an earphone out, his face contorts into a wince,  ❝ i’m sorry, you were talking ? i’ll be honest with you  ━ i wasn’t listening,❞ obviously. though his lips still curl up into a BRIGHT smile – somewhat of an offering,  ❝ look  ━ it was just the good part of the song, i had to let it play out , but  i’m all ears now . ❞

        *  she  hadn't  meant  to  bother  him  .  peace  and  quiet  was  a  commodity  at  cape  coral  .  smuggled  away  in  little  bits  or  not  at  all  .  in  this  case  ,  she  was  robbing  him  of  it  .  still  ,  the  brunette  waits  ,  patiently  flipping  through  her  notebook  of  observations  until  he  finally  pays  her  attention  .  once  he  does  ,  she  shifts  to  sit  next  to  him  -  smiling  back  just  as  brightly  .  ❛  i  could  tell  ,  ❜  she  murmurs  as  she  grasps  the  earphone  and  holds  it  up  to  her  ear  as  she  takes  out  a  pen  so  that  she  can  write  as  people  walk  by  .    ❛  mind  if  i  listen  too  ?  i'm  always  looking  for  good  music  .  ❜  okay  ,  fine  .  maybe  sylvie  had  been  meaning  to  impose  .  especially  as  she  raises  an  eyebrow  at  him  .  ❛  i  was  also  wondering  if  you  took  good  notes  in  class  today  .  i  wasn't  ...  able  to  focus  .  ❜

[wordsnquotes]

You’re so calm and quiet, you never say. But there are things inside you. I see them sometimes, hiding in your eyes.

Tracy Chevalier, Girl with a Pearl Earring  (via roseir)

[sylvietm]

&  .  wtfyousef‌  .

he relaxes slightly, as she smiles. so , he wasn’t a COMPLETE ASSHOLE to her. it’s a small comfort. “ are you sure ?”  he can’t help ask, but he’s already sounding far too relieved when she says that he has nothing to APOLOGISE for. she’s letting him off the hook, and he TAKES it. . he doesn’t notice her falter. doesn’t even take note that maybe she’s lying in order to PLACATE him. he simply keeps in step with her, before slinging his arm around her tiny shoulders, marginally shorter than him. a good LEANING POST. “ aw ,c ‘mon. scholarship, non scholarship. we’re all the same under it all, aren’t we ?” yousef shakes his head, rolling his eyes. “ you’re more than just a scholarship kid , sylv. “ and suddenly- the words bring back a memory : you know YOU’RE pretty, right ?  he’d sloshed it out to sylvie, whilst leaning all over her. the taste of alcohol lingers in the back of yousef’s mouth , now, as a reminder. he does vaguely remember a drink with ROSE PETALS in it. yousef’s mouth dries up slightly, and he removes his arm from sylvie, to squint at her, and try to piece the rest of it together. nothing else tumbles through.  “ i really liked talkin’ to you at my party. “ he says, even though he barely remembers the conversation. he hope that it comes across that he DOES remember, though. all he really remembers is her CHEST, and him constantly averting his eyes.  “ everything’s always a little nicer with some sylvie in it . “ he mumbles out, briefly remembering those words tumbling out from his mouth at the party as well. 

        *  are  you  sure  ?  she  isn’t  .  not  really  .  but  denying  that  anything  happened  would  be  less  painful  than  admitting  that  it  did  .  so  that  is  the  route  that  she’s  sticking  with  .  instead  of  answering  with  a  lie  ,  sylvie  merely  doesn’t  answer  at  all  –  and  pinkens  as  he  slings  his  arm  around  her  shoulder  .  she  wants  to  fling  it  off  for  a  second  .  to  ask  him  if  he  thinks  that  if  they’re  okay  enough  for  that  .    that  would  go  against  what  she’s  established  so  instead  ,  she  just  lets  it  remain  ,  even  as  that  blush  continues  up  into  her  cheeks  .  she’s  such  a  damn  idiot  .  his  words  only  further  confirm  it  .  because  they  aren’t  the  same  .  even  though  they  would  both  bleed  red  if  cut  ,  sylvie  is  more  likely  to  be  on  the  end  of  the  night  than  yousef  is  .  she  almost  envies  his  naivety  .  wishes  she  could  blot  out  her  own  darkness  with  it  .  and  if  she  were  more  than  a  scholarship  student  ,  if  she  burned  brighter  –  wouldn’t  things  be  different  ?  ❛  and  you’re  more  than  just  a  rich  boy  ,  yousef  ,  ❜  and  she’s  telling  the  truth  .  every  interaction  with  him  ,  even  if  it  is  tainted  now  ,  had  been  pure  before  .  his  happiness  was  infectious  –  despite  its  falsity  .  as  he  removes  his  arm  from  over  her  shoulders  ,  she  shifts  her  bag  in  between  them  as  subtly  as  she  possibly  can  .  she  doesn’t  want  the  other  students  getting  any  ideas  about  their  proximity  –  especially  when  they  aren’t  true  .  dark  eyes  peer  up  at  him  as  he  speaks  .  and  she  wants  to  believe  him  .  she  really  does  .  especially  as  he  says  what  he  said  at  the  party  . 

         for  a  moment  ,  her  heart  stutters  .  and  sylvie  is  unable  to  summon  a  single  thought  or  warn  herself  that  this  is  a  bad  idea  .  his  tongue  is  corroded  silver  .  she  can  only  get  hurt  if  she  believes  him  .  but  she  does  anyways  .  so  her  answering  smile  is  bright  as  she  tucks  her  hair  behind  her  ear  .  ❛  don’t  you  know  you  aren’t  supposed  to  use  the  same  lines  on  a  girl  twice  ?  ❜  she  teases  ,  swallowing  to  make  her  throat  less  dry  .  ❛  it  makes  me  feel  less  special  .  ❜  and  there  the  truth  is  again  .  despite  her  best  attempts  ,  he’s  managed  to  rid  her  of  all  the  restrictions  she’s  set  for  herself  .  but  she  bulldozes  passed  it  –  determined  to  make  a  conversation  that  makes  him  feel  better  about  the  events  of  the  weekend  .  fingers  drum  anxiously  on  the  surface  of  her  notebooks  ,  dark  eyes  looking  anywhere  but  at  him  as  she  attempts  to  change  the  subject  from  the  party  .  ❛  so  …  if  you’re  free  this  weekend  ,  i  could  use  your  help  .  you’re  a  photography  major  ,  right  ?  ❜

[sylvietm]

&  .  ffsmilan·  .

EYES  ROLL  BACK  INTO  HIS  HEAD  when  she  uses  his  own  past  intentions  against  him  .  a  laugh  pulls  from  his  chest  and  he  shakes  his  head  along  to  the  volume  of  it  ,  arms  crossing  on  the  table  in  front  of  him  ,  “  i  was  under  the  influence  of  some  intense  shit  ,  sylvie  .  don’t  blame  me  for  my  e-boy  tendencies  .  ”  for  the  most  part  ,  he  was  never  secretive  about  the  type  of  trouble  he  got  himself  into  .  just  failed  to  reveal  how  much  he  relied  on  some  things  .  “  i  actually  woke  up  in  my own  bed  ,  believe  it  or  not  !  safe  and  with  a  full  glass  of  water  by  my  side  !  are  you  proud  ?  ”  he  chuckles  ,  then  turns  to  observe  their  surroundings  .  “  why  didn’t  your  night  go  well  ?  somebody  give  you  a  hard  time  ?  ”

        *  she  hasn’t  really  seen  him  laugh  before  .  it  takes  her  by  surprise  –  she  has  a  few  hazy  memories  of  it  from  the  party  .  but  before  …  he  had  been  almost  indifferent  .  truthfully  ,  she  was  surprised  that  he  was  even  talking  to  her  now  .  something  between  them  had  thawed  since  her  arrival  at  cape  coral  .  initially  ,  he  had  been  reluctant  to  accept  her  help  .  not  it  seemed  as  though  he  was  almost  …  enjoying  their  interactions  .  she  enjoyed  them  herself  –  milan  brightened  her  mood  in  a  way  that  not  many  of  cape  coral’s  students  did  .  ❛  being  under  those  influences  just  revealed  your  secret  self  .  tell  me  ,  milan  ,  have  you  always  known  that  you  wanted  to  be  an  e-boy  ?  ❜  that  playful  smile  widens  at  his  confession  .  and  she’s  thankful  that  his  night  went  better  than  hers  .  ❛  very  proud  ,  i  think  you’ve  earned  a  sticker  ,  ❜  rummaging  through  her  bag  ,  she  pulls  out  the  portfolio  of  stickers  that  she  carries  in  an  attempt  to  avoid  his  question  .  ❛  take  your  pick  .  ❜  but  after  a  second  ,  she  looks  up  at  him  .  ❛  i  gave  someone  else  a  hard  time  ,  really  .  it  was  my  fault  .  ❜

[sylvietm]

&  .  witherins‌  .

                                                             *    ──            they  hadn’t  been  terribly  close  before  arriving  at  cape  coral  .  completely  different  majors  (  journalism  versus  economics  ,  not  much  overlap  )  ,  almost  void  friend  circles  ,  different  interests  (  she’s  trying  to  be  a  JOURNALIST  ,  pip’s  too  busy  being  an  off  brand  robin  hood  )  ;  when  she  looks  back  on  it  ,  she  wishes  she  would’ve  befriended  her  early  .  it  isn’t  as  if  pip  has  a  hard  time  speaking  her  mind  &  approaching  people  ,  but  she  just  never  approached  sylvie  .  sylvie  ,  who’s  sweet  &  good  ,  the  kind  of  person  who’s  morals  were  outstanding  next  to  her  morally  grey  .  even  the  way  she  carries  herself  ,  sylvie  might  be  too  good  for  pip  –  maybe  that’s  why  an  approach  was  never  made  .

                                                              her  words  still  bring  a  curl  to  her  lip  ,  jaw  sore  when  she  widens  her  smile  .  ‘  if  i’m  going  to  steal  from  ophelia  ,  i  think  i’m  going  to  steal  much  more  than  some  cash  .  ’  she  tells  sylvie  –  only  half  joking  .  she  hasn’t  gotten  a  chance  –  what  with  ,  the  fighting  &  the  whore  activities  she’s  taken  place  in  .  she  lifts  her  own  drink  ,  raising  her  eyebrows  jokingly  to  sylvie  ,  laughing  softly  in  response  .  ‘  my  order  ,  my  secrets  .  ’  she  says  ,  taking  a  sip  of  her  drink  &  following  sylvie’s  lead  to  taking  a  seat  .  she  looks  around  ,  giving  her  a  kind  smile  .  pip  is  rotten  company  ,  rotten  work  that  always  wants  to  be  doing  something  to  ignore  everything  else  that’s  swimming  around  inside  of  her  .  exterior  ,  pip  knows  she  looks  like  a  fun  loving  girl  ,  but  nobody  looks  at  life  the  way  she  does  without  having  a  stain  of  damage  .  ‘  i’m  doing  great  .  some  guy  asked  me  for  my  onlyfans  ,  so  it’s  going  well  .  ’  she  raises  her  eyebrows  at  the  femme  .  ‘  how  are  you  ?  still  kicking  ass ?  ’

        *  she  can  see  how  her  face  hurts  as  she  smiles  .  but  pip  smiles  regardless  .  she’s  the  kind  of  optimistic  that  sylvie  could  only  ever  hope  to  emulate  a  tenth  of  .  she’d  never  be  as  wholly  amazing  as  pip  –  no  matter  how  hard  she  tried  .  yet  she  was  hoping  she  could  inherit  just  a  bit  of  her  sparkle  by  being  her  friend  .  ❛   take  her  shoes  .  as  a  matter  of  a  fact  ,  take  her  outfit  from  the  party  .  i’m  sure  she’s  burned  it  already  but  i  want  PROOF  that  i  ruined  it  ,   ❜     it’s  funny  how  much  sylvie  isn’t  joking  .  a  pause  as  she  fishes  a  few  ice  cubes  from  her  drink  and  wraps  them  in  her  handkerchief  (  given  to  her  by  her  mother  –  not  because  she  actually  wanted  to  carry  one  around  .  )  passing  the  bundle  to  the  other  girl  ,  she  takes  a  sip  of  her  tea  .  the  rich  kids  had  a  boba  addiction  –  not  that  sylvie  was  complaining  .  most  of  her  spare  money  went  into  supporting  the  café  and  the  student  workers  who  were  forced  to  deal  with  impolite  customers  .   ❛   ice  your  face  ,   ❜  she  murmurs  ,  closing  pip’s  fingers  around  the  bundle  .   ❛  we  can’t  have  your  onlyfans  supporters  seeing  you  with  bruises  .  even  if  they  like  that  kinda  thing  ,  it  isn’t  good  for  your  rep  .   ❜  

        a  pause  .  pip’s  question  takes  her  off-guard  .  she  isn’t  used  to  someone  asking  her  how  she’s  doing  .  and  meaning  it  too  .  usually  ,  it’s  empty  .  an  exchange  of  pleasantry  that  fits  the  emptiness  of  their  society  .  shifting  ,  she  curls  her  fingers  around  her  cup  and  finds  that  the  question  disquiets  her  .  (  she  still  isn’t  quite  used  to  being  seen  as  her  own  entity  –  independent  of  another  .  )  cleo  had  spent  years  eclipsing  her  .  and  now  ,  standing  outside  of  her  shadow  ,  the  light  was  a  bit  too  harsh  for  her  unadjusted  eyes  .   ❛  i’m  okay  ,   ❜  she  says  after  a  moment  ,  taking  another  sip  from  her  tea  --  not  bothering  to  hide  her  childish  delight  as  she  gets  a  boba  .   ❛  just  wondering  …  how  anything  gets  done  when  they  have  parties  like  that  .  half  these  students  must  be  high  or  drunk  all  the  time  .  and  they  say  we’re  the  ones  with  problems  .  when  they  need  new  kidneys  in  ten  years  ,  i  hope  there  aren’t  clauses  in  our  scholarships  that  say  we’re  required  to  give  them  to  them  .    ❜

[mercurialhigh-deactivated202010]

[sylvietm]

ljcovensky‌:

Lara Jean + Facial Expressions

[witherins]

pip  kwon  /  incorrect  quotes  (  1 /  ?  )  

feat.  @sylvietm  .