#01.79

[wilkeswilldoit-blog1]

“I’ve been thinking of writing a book, y’know.”

“Funny thing is, after writing all day at work I can’t seem to come up with a thing once I’m at home.”

[rrabastan-blog]

“Right, have I suddenly become inordinately interesting to stare at?”

[heliotropewillis-blog]

Let down your hair || Drabble

Heliotrope sat at her vanity mirror, as she often did after a long day at work. She finished her regiment of a hot bubble bath, skin care, and (her favorite) brushing her hair. She loved the feeling of running her comb through her long thick locks. She didn’t mind that with each stroke her volume increased until it was an unrecognizable mane of frizz, after all it wasn’t anything that a bottle of sleakeasy couldn’t fix. Her arms went through the motions easily, falling into an easy rhythm. Even though she had been practicing this routine maintenance for years there was something about watching herself brushing that fascinated her every time.

It wasn’t about vanity, Lio knew her hair was nothing remarkable. No, instead it was the fact she had earned this shoulder length mop. She’d worked for it. She had been buying hair strengthening potion for years, even taking it as a child well before the recommended age of consumption. She had longed for a long glossy mane for as long as she could remember. Always looking in the mirror and running her hands through the hair that didn’t exist. That was before she had taken her new name.

Her potions and bottles did little good for her during her school years. As soon as she returned home the first thing on her mothers to-do list was to eradicate her boy’s shaggy hair. Lio could never come up with a good enough reason to protest the cut that wouldn’t betray her conflicted identity. So instead of fighting it, she hid the shame and choked back her tears as she watched her hair collect in a neat pile on the barbershop floor.

That past life seemed worlds away to her now, but in these little moments, when she sat and combed her hair, the memories always came flooding back. Tears would sometimes fill her eyes. Tonight was one of those nights. As her misty eyes regarded herself she felt a surge of warm satisfaction. She knew she’d never have to subject herself to that humiliating buzz cut ever again. Once her hair was well loved and thoroughly frizzed she threw it up in a messy bun and retired to bed, comforted by the knowledge she would do it all again tomorrow.

[rrabastan-blog]

“Oh, thank fuck you’re back, they’ve all been insufferable. Bella was just taking out her anxiety on the walls.”

[rrabastan-blog]

owl post: Walden & Rabastan

@macnair

I saw you in London the other day (by coincidence of course, I’m not stalking you or I wouldn’t be telling you this). I didn’t speak to you because I knew you wouldn’t like it, and I don’t think you saw me because I was very well hidden, but just seeing you with my own eyes made me feel... happy? You didn’t look happy, yourself, it wasn’t a case of contagious happiness, or anything. I just saw you, and seeing your face filled me with a happy feeling, for no reason I can describe. Maybe just, happy that you exist, even if we can’t be together. I think that must be it. I’m very happy that you exist, because I know it isn’t easy to, and yet you still do it beautifully.

Love, Rab

P.S. Don’t worry about responding if you don’t feel like it. I won’t bother you like last time.

[rrabastan-blog]

owl post: Walden & Rabastan

@macnair

Do you know the only thing that appears more suspicious than the two of us being inseparable for our entire lives? Suddenly disappearing from each other’s said lives for two weeks.

Really, though. People are asking questions.