#eaxwill

[eavera-blog]

(you can call me) monster

@eaxwill

announcements are announced, but she shifts on restless legs because she doesn’t really care, and finds herself squeezing wills forearm without meaning to. he’s been the perfect date tonight, better than she could’ve ever hoped for, but the dress is beginning to feel suffocating and her shoes hurt and her body is covered with an overwhelming sense of heat that she can’t get rid of no matter how many times she flips her hair over her shoulder. 

she turns to him, standing too close as she always seems to do, one hand on his arm, “can we stop by my room before we head to the after? i have to switch my shoes out.” 

which is a lie, but will needn’t know that. 

minutes pass, and vera calms her nerves by dancing with him, laughing into his shoulder, letting him pull her in close by the waist and talk into her ear. 

for all his thinly veiled intentions, will isn’t as smooth as he thinks he is. 

the walk back to her room is grueling and she’s half tempted to try for a ride on his back, but she’s not sure she could get her legs around his waist with the dress on. he’s holding her hand and the contact makes her skin vibrate. 

her room is empty, as she knew it would be, and the bed is made with clean sheets, but the first thing vera does is step out of her shoes, tucking them under her desk with a soft moan, “god, that feels good,” she says to the room at large, and finds herself making eye contact with a small smile. 

they’re standing too close, magnets pulled by the same rules of attraction, and vera could count his eyelashes because he keeps moving closer, “will,” she starts, and finds herself looking at the curve of his lips. 

“i don’t really want to go to the after,” she tells him, a tiny confession, a tinier step closer. 

[eaxkay]

( msg ) hey i saw you dancing with vera

( msg ) she’s pretty, yea

[eavera-blog]

night time

@eaxwill

tight red fabric clings to her figure, and vera doesn’t know if she could feel any more nervous even if she was trying to be nervous. matte black nails run through her long hair, tossing it over her shoulder as she walks on steady feet. her heels are already beginning to rub her skin the wrong way, but her mother always said beauty travels with pain, so she sucks it up. 

and will is so unspeakably handsome, vera could cry with it, but it would ruin her carefully crafted makeup, and she wants no parts of that. 

“dance with me?” she asks him, hand on his forearm, pale fingers contrasting his suit jacket. he looks better without it, she thinks, even though he looks better than anyone else all the time. 

[eavera-blog]

vcr

(/she thinks it’s interesting that a lunch room is a lunch room no matter how expensive it is, or who’s inside it, the murmuring of too many voices speaking at once, clicking of utensils, laughter, shouting. will stands too close behind her, and she thinks he’s on his phone or doing his silly half-wave to one of his teammates, but she’s too preoccupied with leaning up on her toes to catch sight of what’s for lunch) — (/reaches behind her, tapping wills forearm to regain his attention) what’s for lunch? (/she asks, because it’s the Most Important Thing right now, and then turns back to look at him with a grin) we should color coordinate, right? for thronecoming? 

[eavera-blog]

runaway baby

sports bag slung over her shoulder, pink water bottle in hand, vera catches her breath while walking back to her dorm for a shower. her legs ache from wall sits, and she’s starting to regret her decision not to bother with sweats over her practice spanks. it isn’t cold out by any means, but drying sweat makes her whole body feel like it’s being tossed into a cooler. 

she tugs her jacket farther down with no distinguishable result— not that she really expected any. 

vera slows, considering getting her pants out of her bag, but is distracted by a figure entering her vision. his back is hunched, gray sweats slung around his waist, hand holding his phone up to his vision. 

“will!” she calls, waving excitedly, taking quick steps towards him, “hey!” 

[eaxkay]

21 jump street

The night is mature, and the party is buzzing with rowdy students of Ever After. The music makes up half of the scene’s noise, and in a corner is the Ice Prince Kay who seems to be participating in a series of drinking games with people he doesn’t know. 

The DJ seems to be occupied with alcohol too and the music is as smashed as the people, but no one has taken notice, really-- everyone is busy with jumping and dancing merciless on the hardwood floor. 

Kay nods his head to the beat, taking a shot before replying bluntly on the woman in front of him, who seems to be very immersed in flirting. Kay is about to reply to her when he pauses and looks behind, seeing a familiar face. He takes another glass before walking past bodies.

“Will” he says, hoping he’d hear it despite the blasting music.