#christie.

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TEXTS || CHRISTIE + BEA

CHRISTIE: We should go shopping this weekend. I'm feeling like I need a new dress. What do you think?

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TEXTS || CHRISTIE & CHRISTIAN

CHRISTIE: Hey bud!!!

CHRISTIE: How would you like to get lunch with me this week?

CHRISTIE: I feel like it's been ages since we've caught up.

[amaranthaes]

⁀                 ──────              CLOSED STARTER 　　⋆　　with @christiebae

Amarantha,  desde  que  voltara  da  missão  e  saíra  da  enfermaria,  tentava  esconder  suas  cicatrizes  com  mangas  compridas  e  casacoss.  Era  tarde,  e  ela  tinha  acabado  de  ajudar  sua  irmã  a  colher  alguns  morangos.  Com  o  calor,  pediu  à  irmã  para  seguir  à  frente,  prometendo  encontrá-la  no  chalé  em  breve.  Ao  se  ver  sozinha,  Amara  tirou  o  casaco  e  respirou  fundo.  A  camada  fina  de  suor  brilhava  em  sua  pele  clara,  e  ela  fechou  os  olhos  por  um  momento,  tentando  encontrar  um  pouco  de  paz.  Havia  algo  de  reconfortante  na  ideia  de  estar  ao  ar  livre,  sem  ninguém  por  perto,  mas  a  sensação  de  solidão  era  inevitável.  Ela  tentou  imaginar  que  era  verão  e  que  tudo  estava  bem,  mas  uma  lágrima  escapou,  deslizando  pelo  seu  rosto.  Amarantha  rapidamente  enxugou-a,  abrindo  os  olhos.  Foi  então  que  percebeu  que  não  estava  mais  sozinha.  Christie  estava  ali,  parado  a  poucos  metros,  olhando  para  ela.  Amarantha  sentiu  o  rosto  esquentar  enquanto  puxava  o  casaco  para  cobrir  as  costas.  Ela  forçou  um  sorriso,  tentando  agir  como  se  nada  tivesse  acontecido.  ❝  Olá,  bonitão  ❞ disse,  tentando  soar  casual.  Ela  puxou  o  casaco  para  o  lugar  e  ajustou  a  postura,  tentando  manter  a  voz  leve.  ❝  Sinto  muito,  não  tem  mais  nenhum  morango  maduro  aqui.  Da  próxima  vez,  eu  guardo  alguns  especialmente  para  você  ❞  Ela  sabia  que  seu  sorriso  parecia  um  pouco  forçado,  mas  estava  fazendo  o  melhor  para  disfarçar  o  desconforto.

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TEXTS || CHRISTIE + [CHRISTINE]

CHRISTIE: I don't think it was worth getting in trouble for, but I don't regret it.

[luminaryhq]

CHRISTIE.

name + age: up to player gender + pronouns: up to player year + major: fourth, up to player faceclaim: alexa demie, adeline rudolph, danna paola status: open

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there's too much tendency to attribute to god the evils that man does of his own free will.

—

aesthetic:

words barely stilted by an accent. lips quirked up into a smile. politically-minded. seeing beyond now, seeing the future. a crumpled pack of cigarettes at the bottom of a bag. a tin of peppermints. secrets behind closed doors. people call you cold -- being too driven to care. a watch ticking on your wrist. the smell of eucalyptus. feet tapping incessantly. twirling pens through fingers. reading a dog-eared book. raising champagne in a toast.

connections:

alcott

you’ve never had friends, not really. people are always wary of you, maybe even a little scared. they’d probably be surprised to know that, in that cold heart of yours, their dismissal causes you to ache. you first met alcott in the spring of your first year. they didn’t notice your coldness, or maybe they just didn’t notice. they were quick with a joke and that was that. they’re your closest friend, dare you say it – your best friend. they know you like no one else.

austen

confidence is something that comes easy to you. your chin is raised high, there’s a smile on your lips. it’s easy to be sure of yourself when you know who you are and you’re happy with that. you don’t like austen, and maybe it’s because you’re so alike. you’re both sure and self-aware. they talk when no one wants to hear them, when their opinion isn’t needed. maybe one day they’ll learn their place – wherever it is, you hope it’s nowhere near you.

bronte

you were surprised to find out that bronte had a reputation as a heartbreaker. they didn’t seem the type, but shockingly, they were. you had an eye for them from the moment you met, but it was never meant to be anything more. except then it was. there was a party and you both had a little too much to drink, and the next thing you knew was that you were kissing them. but it wasn’t just then. it happened again in a hallway, then in a classroom. you’ve been avoiding them lately, though. you want something serious, and you know that isn’t them.

[danny-case]

# ryan # christie # toby #eli

ryan

what your muse’s name is in mine’s phone:

ryan cady

what your muse’s picture is in mine’s phone:

what your muse’s ringtone is in mine’s phone:

american national anthem (he thinks he’s funny) 

my muse’s last text to your muse:

‘I hate to say it, but we’re lost, we have to ask for help’

‘What do they need for their birthday?’

                                        @cady-ryan​

christie

what your muse’s name is in mine’s phone:

chris case

what your muse’s picture is in mine’s phone:

what your muse’s ringtone is in mine’s phone:

imperial march

my muse’s last text to your muse:

‘What do you mean the two of you fell asleep before you could watch it?’

‘Who are you, and where’s Chris?’

toby

what your muse’s name is in mine’s phone:

toby robinson

what your muse’s picture is in mine’s phone:

what your muse’s ringtone is in mine’s phone:

the big bang theory theme 

my muse’s last text to your muse:

‘I need your help settling an argument with your sister (she’s wrong)’ 

‘Would you happen to be free to Skype?’

                                        @actualmadscientist

eli

what your muse’s name is in mine’s phone:

eli cady

what your muse’s picture is in mine’s phone:

what your muse’s ringtone is in mine’s phone:

blinky bill theme

my muse’s last text to your muse:

‘Try to tell me pineapple has any place on pizza one more time and I’m blocking your number, mate.’