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[cewyll]

There's no mention of Paris this year: though mother holds something far greater behind her; smile coy and conspiratory. "You've been sighing after one for quite some time, darling." A wink; she was struggling to keep still. "And I have relented. Merry Christmas, dear Elizabeth." Carefully, she manoeuvred her arms; brought out a puppy; golden, with a red ribbon upon its neck with a beaming smile. "What shall you name her?"

there is something about life –– life in its purest form  ––  that  elizabethloves more than anything. dogs show a spark in their eyes that remindsher of that.      it’s why she always loved watching them out the window,watching them through tears. but never did she imagine there would be a puppy in her arms,  tonguelapping at her face, tail wagging so hard its whole body wiggles.     she can’t keep a grin off of her face as she tilts  her  head  up  towards  her mother, arms full of puppy and eyes brimming with joy. ❛ how about... shelley? after mary shelley? ❜     of course the first place her mind goes is literature, but it fits. 

[swallowedring]

"Is this a date?" (Sends this a million years l8 bUT)

❛ i –– don’t know, is it? ❜ they’re certainly in an appropriate atmosphere for it, having gottenverity out – way out – of her comfort zone to dig for some magicalcup that loki has been after. note: she didn’t offer to help.        she didn’t want to help. but now that they’re sitting in the middle of no-where, under a tree,     laughing at how out of breath verity is from digging a few feet, she realizes how close they are. her shoulder isup against theirs, and she can see their breath and hers in the chillair. ❛ pretty unconventional date, then. ❜

[swallowedring]

boop, goes loki's finger.

❛ any particular reason you’re interrupting my very peaceful readingsession? i’m with a friend already. ❜the friend in question is a generously-nursed glass of wine  next  to her. 

[swallowedring]

“It’s cake, how difficult can it be?”

❛ hey – just because you’re a – jesus, i don’t know how old – god and thus have inhuman cooking experience doesn’t  mean  cake is easy. ❜note the dangerously smoking oven behind her.

[araithe]

re: sixpenceee this link explains it sixpenceeeharms. tumblr. com/post/161163525243/i-dont-care-how-rich-your-family-is-why-are-you

HOLY FUCK

[cewyll]

Anger. It burns in her throat and she feels tears well up. Longing that manifests when she almost catches herself calming the girl when she wails. Anguish clouds her mind when she wishes the girl was hers. Wants to forget her: finds she cannot.

yeah, well.              the feeling is mutual.