#cindheir

[arroganced]

anyone who's willing to sacrifice their own flesh and blood can never truly be trusted . ( but its like about something so small and dumb )

“ it was a joooooooooke. ” it was not a joke. the car tire was flat, it looked like it was about to rain, and they were stopped in the absolute middle of nowhere. not really, but they only had one bar on their phones and it wasn't doing anything. “ i was just sayin' if you talked to that person standin' over there, we'd have a better chance of getting help. you got better eyes than i do and uh, yeah. i can't see anything, i think my contacts are dryin' out. ” a lie, he had eye drops. deft fingers run through curls, nails digging through his scalp as he purposely honks the horn. the two of them weren't alone except for someone standing in the distance doing something inconspicuous [ to chad ], but he did not want to leave the car. “ you're wearing your lucky sweater today and i look rough. what if they think i'm ugly and decide to beat me up ? then we'll both be out of luck. ”

[celestiel]

@cindheir​    ,     “i’m trying really hard to keep it together.” ( to audrey )   +   accepting

judging by the tears streaming down giselle’s face, the whole ‘ keeping it together ’ thing was turning into a flop of epic proportions. worse than the third royal family scandal of the year. worse than the new years charity gala. worse than the time she asked for honey blonde highlights and got sunflower instead. gis was not taking this well at all, and as the resident it girl, queen of putting on a facade, it was up to audrey to guide her through this meltdown.

“ oh gis, ” audrey coos, opening her clutch and pulling out a packet of tissues, “ it’s okay. historically, the ladies room is the perfect place to let it all out. you’re among friends. well, if the friends are me, the toilets and those adorable little perfume bottles. ” a shuffling from her left makes her aware of the bathroom attendant perched on her stool. audrey gives her a tight lipped smile. “ hiiii, could you be a doll and get us some more of those little peppermints? they’re her fave, thanks. ”

while that wasn’t necessarily true, it got her to leave and gave them a bit more privacy. “ we make this life look super easy and breezy and glamorous, but no one knows just how hard it is. ” with careful fingers, audrey wipes the smudged mascara from underneath giselle’s eyes. “ but god didn’t give you anything you couldn’t handle. and even if he did, guess what? he gave you me too, queen of pr disasters, and i’m here for you, whatever you need, no matter how silly the request. ”

[celestiel]

@cindheir​      ,      “i know it’s not perfect, but i did follow the recipe this time.” ( to maggie )

when your mother was a professional, it was hard not to look at everything with such a critical lens. not all critiques were inherently malicious, but maggie often had a hard time convincing herself of that. head tilts to the side, studying the cake giselle had put together to the best of her abilities. the layers were a bit lopsided, the frosting a bit uneven and though those weren’t bad things, the uneasiness of guilt still swirled in her insides.

“ no, it’s             ! ” this was the part where kind words were supposed to come out, but maggie found her brain short circuiting. “ it’s . . . it’s really lovely. the flower work you did is super detailed. your mom’s gonna love it, ” lips pull into a grin as she grabs two forks, “ i guess the only thing left to do now is taste test it, right? ”

[celestiel]

@cindheir​       ,       “oh, wow, you weren’t kidding.” ( to liv )  +  accepting

if she didn’t treat everything like a joke, people might stop treating her like one. the confident demeanor she held as she walked into the room falters, arms tightening around the bundles of old fabrics in her arms. this was stupid. the silence between them lasts too long. it’s in these painful soundless moments that liv considers running away, pretending she never said anything at all. 

instead, she clears her throat. “ uh, ” chin tilts up, “ no, yeah, i used to . . . be into the fashion stuff. kinda just making my own clothes and stuff but i . . . ” depression was a bitch and it took every ounce of motivation for anything that wasn’t immediately mood-altering out of her. “ aren’t you the fashion designing prodigy or whatever? you wanna help me or not? ‘cause if not i’m just gonna throw all this shit out. ”

[dvarapala]

‘  you’ve got a warm heart.  ’

daughter lyric starters // @cindheir

"thank you. that's very nice of you to say." udyati's been trying to smother her laughter behind her hand for the better part of ten minutes. "i'm really sorry for laughing at your rat's name though, giselle." she hides her face behind a small, powder blue, pillow instead, making her words come out muffled against the soft fabric. "please forgive me, it's just that---" her lithe frame shakes with silent laughter. "---tata means something else entirely where i'm from. and it's not exactly... polite."

[loetise]

short and sweet prompts, accepting.  ˎˊ˗

                        startled    by    giselle’s    words,    she    gasps    too,    matching    her    friend’s.        eyes    light    up    as    she    looks    up    from    her    own    phone,    and    at    the    princess    who    is    staring    horrified    at    the    screen    of    hers.        her    hand    goes    to    lay,    gently,    on    top    of    giselle’s    as    to    comfort    her.        it’s    a    ritual,    nearly,    to    check    their    phones    before    a    game.        making    sure    their    picture    perfect    image    remains    before    they    go    out,    pom    poms    ablaze.        normally,    it’s    fine,    and    their    worries    are    appeased.        but    today,    it    seems,    was    different    if    giselle’s    expression    was    anything    to    go    by.            “        what?        what    happened?        ”

@cindheir​​,    "  oh  my  god!  "

[loetise]

short and sweet prompts, accepting.  ˎˊ˗

                        she    honestly    had    forgotten    giselle    was    there,    the    fairy    had    been    twirling    lazily,    arms    swinging    out    to    her    sides    letting    out    odd    little    hums    every    once    in    a    while    to    the    tune    of    the    song    playing    in    her    head.        even    though    she    was    the    only    one    who    seemed    to    be    hearing    it,    it    was    the    very    one    the    birds    had    been    singing    earlier.        fairies    sang    strange    songs    all    the    time,    their    little    tinny    voices    like    sweet    bells.        although    often    with    worse    intentions    than    allie’s,    who    is    just    distracted    and    has    her    head    in    the    clouds.        giselle’s    own    voice,    still    sweet    as    can    be,    brought    her    out    of    her    thoughts.        nothing    much    changes    except    for    allie    speaking,    her    eyes    not    moving    from    where    they’re    trailing    around    the    forest    that    surrounds    them.            “        i    think    i’d    like    to    be    a    rosefinch.        ”            only    then,    after    she    speaks,    does    she    give    the    princess    her    full    attention,    or    at    least    looks    like    she    does.            “        would    you    let    me    sing    to    you    if    i    was?        ”

@cindheir​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​,    "  penny  for  your  thoughts. "