Aug 19, 2022
@cicatrise
“I-what do you mean? What’s wrong with my clothes? The high priests designed them for me.”
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@cicatrise
“I-what do you mean? What’s wrong with my clothes? The high priests designed them for me.”
@theimpalpable. ( clara & cora & ) samuel.
Clara sits across from her twin, eyes contentedly watching Samuel strut around the kitchen. - He’s not bad to look at. He’s so... TALL. Cora ( ---the way to tell them apart for the most part today would be how they’ve each individually decided to wear their hair. Clara has a lil kink with bright blue barrettes where Cora’s opted for straight & shiny ) is too preoccupied with her phone, bored out of her mind she’s slightly more unnerved and irritated that Kaila has to work.
Kaila had left them with two kisses on the head each and a promise to do their favorite delivery for dinner tonight. It’s not as if she’s left them with just ANYONE -- this is Samuel. Her Samuel. And to trust the girls’ life with him, is a huge, huge reflection on how much she trusts him. It’s the girls who are still working their way up to that level of trust. Then again, anyone is better than their foster parents. Both of them are relatively quiet, but Clara is particularly giggly. “Es muy lindo...” she whispers across the way to Cora. Cora just rolls her eyes. “Claro.” she shrugs.