#cleohalliwell01

[milesawayellis-a]

@challiwcll​:  "i’m sorry. i’ll put my shirt back on."

“Thanks, I’d really appreciate that.” But deep down, Miles felt bad for being the one to tell, not even ask politely, to change out of his clothing. He didn’t want to admit that maybe he was growing ever so soft for Cleo fucking Halliwell, but he was. Deep down, he knew he wouldn’t have cared if she walked out in his clothing; he’d be so fucking pleased with himself. But clearly, rationality was not in the options today. “...I didn’t know you were a football fan too.” The shirt that she had worn was a jersey; not Miles’s favourite, but something he did like and support.

[lourdeshoward]

@challiwcll​:  any outfit is a tear-away outfit if you really put your heart into it.

“Bitch, do you know how much I hate it when you say the truth?” Lourdes was sitting up on Cleo’s couch, looking at the dresses she was carting out of her bedroom. In a desperate attempt to save the pills she had left, she sought her cousin as a distraction, while the pain was an ever-present melody in the back of her....well, everywhere. “But do you really wanna rip that gorgeous Versace? Like don’t get me wrong, I completely support hoeing out, but like....it’s Versace.” 

[lourdeshoward-a]

tagging | @cleohalliwell​

“Okay, so let me throw a hypothetical at you....imagine if you were a ghost.” Well, that was one way to begin something. Lourdes may have been a little out of it, maybe from the alcohol or from the toke she shared with a couple of friends before finding her way on Cleo’s couch. “Okay so...if you were like this ghost, like Casper, you know? So like....what would you haunt? No wrong answers, go! Me personally, I’d be haunting my ex boyfriend Dennis. He stole my heart and my lunchbox in the fourth grade and he knows I still remember it.” 

[christianhowcrd]

@challiwcll​:  as a fellow tiny person, i understand the feeling of, “don’t you fuck with my money!

“I always thought it was more of a businessman’s approach, or a conman’s ruse more than a...tiny person thing, you know?” It was always an interesting time, talking to his niece whenever she dropped by. Christian was taking out the meat pies from the oven, resting them on the marble countertop before finally sitting down to talk to her. “These are for the camera guys. Marvin told me he misses his mom’s pies, and I thought I’d make some for him and the other buds. Have you ever talked to them? Marvin is my guy, he’s so funny. And that redhead production assistant....I want to say her name is Alexa, but I might be remembering it all wrong, she’s quite a cracker too. So, how are things going for you, my dear?”