#{darling sister}

[cake-snake]

Royals by Lorde, covered by me and @nose-coffee ft. A hair towel and a plunging neckline

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The Perfect Dress || Double Trouble

@zella-tremaine

Anastasia couldn’t place into proper words how much she truly needed a day such as today. A day where it was nothing but stores with the luxury to look at clothing and try on as many pieces as the blonde wanted to. 

It was numbing. 

There was no critical thought process behind it, no deep analyzing or detailed formulating. It didn’t involve writing essays, filling out applications, homework, running/leading clubs, and creating speeches. Nothing. This was pure ignorant bliss to Anastasia Tremaine’s mind something that was so terribly needed even if on the outside she seemed perfectly composed. 

Because on the inside she wasn’t. 

Unbeknownst to anybody, she had suffered far too many anxiety and panic attacks then usual as the days kept passing along. It was the pressure of it all, especially making sure that all she did teetered on the line of keeping her mother proud, but she would take that to the grave with her before openly admitting to... anxiety.

In any case, this wasn’t the time for that. Anastasia was currently prom dress shopping as her eyes scoured over the dress choices in front of her. She placed her attention on her twin sister (whom she was glad to be with since the last time they had spent some quality time was at a medical clinic) a sly grin touching her lips. 

“So, what are we going for today? Doom and gloom?”

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Congratulations! It’s Syphilis! || Double Trouble

@zella-tremaine

Anastasia had everything all properly ready, as was the per usual with her morning routine before having to head to school. She was dressed, hair perfectly in place flowing down pass her shoulders in wavy curls and make-up pristinely done. The blonde had even searched over her bag a double time to make sure she had everything she needed for the day ahead of her.

Everything was set.

Minus her sister.

Anastasia pulled back the sleeve of her shirt, taking a cold look at her watch. They were going to be late. The time made her angrily roll her eyes this was becoming a highly aggravating routine. Ana stormed out of her room to knock at the one place she knew Drizella Tremaine would be at. 

Their bathroom. The girl spend days and days on end in their bathroom. 

Ana pounded the door, her palm hitting the wooden frame with force knowing it would anger the complete shit out of her sister, but right now she could care less about that.

“Zella!” She yelled. “We are going to be late! Again. What in the hell are you doing in there?! I know you are already dressed and have your bloody make-up on! Stop jerking off and hurry up! Or I’m going to leave your arse behind!” 

Now, Anastasia knew Zella wouldn’t probably care if she did leave her behind, but the blonde did enjoy her sister’s company and would like to go to school with her, if she were to ever get out of the bathroom.