#( ft. sofia )

[deadliest-sins123]

i couldn’t stop thinking about you.

"Oh?"

Sofia crossed her arms over her chest and couldn't help but smirk at the other girl. She'd had compliments before, of course, but to get one from someone like her? That was quite the ego boost. Stepping just a bit closer, she finally dropped her arms in favour of wrapping them around the girl's waist. Leaning in just a touch, she allowed her a few seconds to pull away before she was brushing their noses together.

"I've been thinking about you too."

[cass-king]

SOFIA

“Honestly, you’re probably the most beautiful girl in the world, you know that, right?” A very drunken Cassidy slurred to Sofia. “Like astronomical levels of beauty...like...if this was the Avengers, you would be Scarlett Johansson.” She laughed at herself, taking another long swig of her beer. After spending a lot of time with the girl recently, Cassidy had developed a love for the girl. “You doing good, princess?”

@soficvx​

[redgrve]

starter for @prcdigiums​

– HE GOES TO HER ROOM FIRST. BECAUSE WHERE ELSE? granted, she got shot and didn’t talk to him for weeks, so if something happened to her tonight, there was a chance she wouldn’t want to see him. there’s NO TIME to wait for a text back as he pushes his way through other students frantically scrambling through the halls to find their friends. louis is not a big fan of these kinds of crowds or people, but he soldiers forward ( not without a significant amount of hand sanitizer. ) the moment he sees sofia open her door, he doesn’t hold back, drawing her close into a tight hug. 

“oh my god,” he breathes, and for a moment all the anxiety in his chest is lifted at the sight of her. “you’re alright.” 

[unspeakableprewett]

@sofiazabini

He should be at work. He didn’t need to take leave. He never did. Much less for the purpose of drinking Firewhiskey in the Leaky Cauldron. Molly was home, he could to her and she would help with all the paperwork - but it was bad enough to think about, he didn’t want to have to talk as well. Maybe that was why he’d been avoiding his siblings so much. The grief was terrible, a heavy weight no matter which moment he had to bear it in, but at least when it was Fabian alone, he didn’t have to say the words out loud. 

And who knew it was so difficult to arrange a funeral? The parchment spread in front of him was seemingly endless. He had never had to consider such details before - he’d been fortunate, he supposed bitterly. But now with all these things to think about, he was anything but fortunate. 

Athena’s tombstone, Athena’s flowers, Athena’s eulogy. All of it was wrong, none of the things he was supposed to think about her. No wonder he preferred to drink instead. Drowning your sorrows was a cliche for a reason - it didn’t really work, but it was more satisfying than not trying anything. 

The liquid burned his throat as he picked up his quill again, re-scribbling a line about Athena’s love for her animals. It all sounded so meaningless. How could he sum up her life in words? She should still be living it. He tossed the quill away again in frustration, burying his forehead in his hands instead. 

[ofskinandbones]

it was no secret that rafael took great pride in his appearance, shining his shoes and slicking his hair back every day, not a wrinkle on his dress shirt as if he was about to give a business pitch instead of going to lecture. appearances were very important, at least that’s what he’d learned from his father. 

today, though, going into town, he had a reason to dress up. evidently, not everyone was taking advantage of the occasion. “sofia,” he said, coming up next to the woman. “we’re representing the town, the least you could do is dress the part.” she had to own something besides university sweatshirts. 

@prcdigiums​

[dovescamrns]

DoveCameron: my princess blueberry. the woman i would lay my life down for, easily. she is my soul, my heart, and one of my favorite humans on this earth. there is no one i’d rather walk the streets of vancouver in robes to buy pasta with. no one i would rather sing intense karaoke with while we reenact our own scene. she is my love and my light and everything in between. happy birthday, sof. you’re a real one. @carsxn

[silvcrlining]

( @jupiterdrcps​ ) What if she doesn’t show up? What if the gift was too much, or the invitation too vague, or... or some other logical thing that would make Sofia not want to come? Elaine sighs and checks the picnic basket she had prepared after finishing work for the umpteenth time. She then goes through the process she has been repeating for the past half hour: flattening any wrinkles in her dress, checking her hair in the mirror, doing breathing exercises to calm herself down, staring at the lowering sun through her window, glancing at her phone to see if Sofia has texted her. Finally, she settles next to the birdcage in her living room, glancing at Fitz with a small frown.

“How pathetic do I look?” She mumbles at him, and her small blue companion tilts his head at her, flutters his wings, chirps. She’s not sure if she should feel insulted or not.

[silvcrlining]

( @jupiterdrcps ) It’s getting late. It’s getting late, and a big chunk of the dewers have already left to play football outside. It’s getting late, and even Dakota ran out of things to say about D&D. The music from the jukebox is still droning on softly, and Elaine is still sitting in the back of the Saloon, heart in her throat.

This is just pathetic.

She keeps thinking about the Valentine’s Day present. You deserve all the love in the world. The crossed out sentence in the end: I’d like to give that to you. It didn’t include a signature, and maybe it was dumb for Elaine to think it had been from Sofia, but she had felt butterflies while staring at the forget-me-nots. She looked up to the table Sofia still occupied, lost in her book. A tiny smile curled along Elaine’s lips, then curled back into a straight line as a blush took over her cheeks. Was she going to let another moment where she could have just done something pass by? Maybe she should... but before she gives herself any more time to think about it, she’s up and moving towards Sofia, brushing off the skirt of her dress. Once she’s behind Sofia, she lets out a small breath and taps her shoulder lightly, “... Are you enjoying your book?”