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♬ - a friend/best friend memory
YOU MADE ME THINK OF SUNNY AND LYDIA SO MUCH AGAIN SO THIS IS A SUNNY THING NOT A DARCY THING CAUSE UGH
There were too many times to count, in those months spent pretending life was normal, when one of them would turn to the other and grin. Without fail something like “I just got a fantastic idea” would come from one of them and within the hour they’d be covered in something (new clothes, temporary tattoos, flour). She’d never quite remember who suggested the craft project, or who’s idea it was for her to try and enchant the bottles to keep the contents slowly moving, like a real galaxy, but there was no forgetting the end result. The pair of them stuck all over with clumps of sodden, sparkling, glitter clogged cotton wool, was etched in to her mind. At least her spell had kind of worked, they discovered, as the clumps moved in slow patterns, leaving a snails trail of glitter behind.
