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“Hey! I found you,” hands already full of sweets from honeydukes shop and, appearing to have abandoned all slytherin apparel in replacement for more warmer clothing... a coat, gloves, scarf, anything to keep his body covered and warm. “man.. I didn’t think I’d find you out here, how’re you making things out? anything so impressive that you’re just dying to show me?”
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pretty much all of my muses agreed that this is a great shot of becca!
A muscle stands out, tense, on her neck. There’s a refusal caught in her throat but she doesn’t know how to cough it up without sounding like she’s chicken. So Millie pulls together an alternative very, very carefully, drawing on whatever drying well of tact she has left to formulate a firm yet vague response.
“I’ll go anywhere but there.”
@djunx liked for a lyric-based starter! song: leave a trace -- chvrches.
Powder was flying everywhere, leaving the air a smoke white, filling everyone’s lungs with light perfume, Vaslav gagging slightly as he dips the puff back into the overflowing glass jar, smashing the white substance on his neck like mad, leaving a strange, thick white residue. He sighs, preening in the mirror, adjusting the green-shaded lamp. Their vanity is long, the kind dancers have, but the lights are busted, leaving everyone ghostly and sick in the stolen reeding lamp’s sickly emerald gaze. He turns slightly, turning his head so the abomination that now is his neck is exposed, tendons stretching as he swallows and sighs listlessly, tossing the puff back in the jar.
“Can you still see it, darling?” He turns suddenly towards her, the light catching his peeling, pale lips, his eyes wide, sleepless, clogged with strange light and iris and pupil a too-pale color. “I can’t seem to cover it, the uh, bruise,” Vaslav mumbles, touching his neck with his fingers and feeling the soft powder under his skin, natural rose burning at his cheeks suddenly, looking at Rebecca half guilty, turning his body away once more. “No one ever does that sort of thing to you.” He mumbles, regretfully, shaking his head.
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Having your heroin overdose go public is shameful and embarrassing, but not quite as shameful and embarrassing as the next words out of his mouth or, well, they would be if he had any sense of shame about them. “Please tell me you’ve got a fix. Methadone is shit.”
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“i promise, they’re all friendly. well, maybe not hershey he’s a bit testy.” hershey looks up at eliza, clear offence on his face before he goes to inspect the visitor with the rest of the dogs. “i’m sorry you just missed sam, but i’m eliza. it’s nice to meet you.”
❛ hey --- you ever considered trying out for quiddich? I see you at almost every game, I thought I’d see you on the field by now..❜
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