#c:honora

[lonestxrr]

@ofcrwns​ ​ X closed. — honora. location: winter pear festival, market stall run by the palace farm

“Aw, shoot. I didn’t see you there, darlin’.” Casey had been busy loading crates into his truck when the young woman must have approached the stall. He practically jumped out of his skin when he turned around and saw her there.

“Can I help you find somethin’? I’ll be honest, everything we had that wasn’t pears went quick this mornin’. Unless you were hopin’ to get some jam or preserves, you might be outta luck ‘til tomorrow.” 

[gliisteniing]

@ofcrwns​ X event. — honora. location: intermission @ the ballet  

“Can you even imagine...” she muses dreamily into the mirror of the ladies room as she reapplies her lipstick. “--Being so elegant.” Some would argue that she already is, but she knows that there are two kinds of elegant, and hers is one of smoke and mirrors. 

“I always dreamed of being a dancer.”