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𝑡𝑒𝑥𝑡 ↬ 𝑛𝑖𝑘𝑜 + 𝑒𝑙𝑣𝑖𝑒
niko: back me up on this please
niko: if you had to choose an animal you could turn into.....you'd choose an animal that could fly RIGHT??
niko: i mean imagine flying. why would anyone in their right mind waste that opportunity to find out what it's like
“Come on, I’ll tuck you in.” / “He’s such a downer.” / “I was gone for ten fucking minutes!” not twins but twins
1. “come on, i’ll tuck you in”
wren scoffed, sitting up in her bed. her cheeks were still wet from her father’s shouting earlier in the evening. “i’m not a little kid anymore, hal. you can’t just tuck me in and everything will be okay. it just- it doesn’t work that way.” despite her words, wren slowly laid down and quieted as hal tucked the blanket around her body. it felt nice, having someone do this for her. she sniffled and closed her eyes, feeling her shoulders relax a bit. before hal could leave, she reached out blindly for her cousin’s arm. “wait…can you stay for a bit? just until i fall asleep?”
2. “he’s such a downer.”
wren tossed a french fry to a nearby pigeon who had been eyeing her lunch all afternoon. she watched the bird feast for a moment before looking up. “he’s not that bad. he’s just…intense,” she explained. sometimes her brother was a real mystery. it was hard to figure out if he actually liked hal or if he was truly annoyed by his presence. wren knew the truth, of course. “he just has a lot of things on his mind.” she leaned forward across the bench. “i saw he got a letter from new york a few days ago. it looked very important. i wonder if that’s what he’s thinking about.” she turned to the left where her brother was at the counter, paying the cashier for their food. “- i wonder how long we have with him until he moves out there.”
3. “i was gone for ten fucking minutes!”
“ten minutes too long!” wren exclaimed, waving her arms wildly. leeches stuck to her body in droves. “get these fucking things off of me, hal! i don’t want to die! i don’t want to die in lake superior!” there were tears in her eyes, both from fright and laughter. “why did you leave me? you know i can’t be left alone! who- who do you think i am?” she whined, eyes widening. “you didn’t tell warren, did you? if these leeches don’t kill me, he will. then he’ll kill you.” @hzcleski
🌸 for jynx!
another day, another completely arbitrary whim on which sage has decided to include jynx. it’s not just because jynx goes along with them, either–she’s one of the only people sage can stand being around for extended periods of time without losing interest or becoming irritated by the continued presence. if anything, the fact that jynx so frequently goes along with it is a blessing she probably doesn’t deserve, but then, she’s never been one to look a gift horse in the mouth. today it was nothing more outlandish than a trip to the village; not because there’s anything in particular she needs to do there, but rather, she likes the feeling of having nothing she needs to do. aimlessly walking around greenwich village with jynx, wandering in and out of stores and dodging people trying to get pictures of them, is her idea of peak relaxation. plus, twitter has proved endlessly entertaining since they’d posted their vague tweets the day before alluding to the single dropping on saturday, and it’s absolutely imperative they be together all day to laugh about it together.
their latest venture took them into a little plant shop on a side street, the windows so clogged with exotic-looking arrangements they’d been helpless not to go in and look around. it’s a little humid inside and it smells oddly like a greenhouse considering it isn’t one, but sage is enraptured by the atmosphere of the place, like they’d walked not into a store but another world entirely. “oh shit, look, they have daisies,” she says brightly, plucking one from a little bouquet and holding it up for jynx to see. “this is literally the only thing in here i can name.” and, with a wicked grin, she snaps a good length of the stem off and slides it behind jynx’s ear, carefully making sure it stays in place and then bursting into laughter. “awww, cute. you’re like a little flower girl. this should have been the single cover, we were way off.” ( @jvnxa )
❝ Can I stay? ❞
She’d never seen him like this. Three days ago he was the happiest person on earth. Astrea had come down to surprise him at the country club. While Logan was shocked that the girl was real, she was even more shocked at how perfect they were together. The pair seemed to move as one. Little pet names, inside jokes, shared smiles, it was all very cute and disgusting if you asked her. Even so, Astrea seemed like a good one. She could understand why Elvie fell for her.
However, when she left it was an entirely different story. Logan didn’t know much about the girl. Did she live here? Did she live far away? Was she going home for the weekend or leaving until further notice? All she knew was that one day Astrea was here and the next she had to go. Elvie went from joined at the hip to moping around like a lost puppy. He was Logan’s first real friend though. Sure, she had Ivy in high school but that was different. That was her girlfriend. This was just some guy who— for whatever reason, she enjoyed hanging out with. Maybe she even cared about him.
It was all very weird. He had been in her dorm all day, stuffing his face with candy and watching movies to try to forget his sorrow. So when he initially asks to stay… She’s confused. “Stay in my dorm?” She questions, eyebrow raised. However, the confusion soon fades away. Perhaps its the lovesick look on his face or the way he sags into the pillows but she can’t send him home. Not like this. “Yeah El… Lemme go get you some blankets.” Having friends are weird. And maybe she’s a hypocrite, but he’s much better when he’s smiling. “You wanna build a fort?”
❝ South America. It’s like America…but south. ❞ / for hal and alek!
Alek had known his father was Mexican, but he’d never actually been to Mexico. They’d been to Poland to visit his mother’s family, but never Mexico. The only things he knew about the place was the limited information from his dad. Plus, of course, the ‘info’ he got from Hal. While his cousin learned everything at home, Alek was still stuck in public school. There was no reason to keep him here, after all, he wasn’t an athlete.
It’s around four o’clock when he finally gets home, racing upstairs to find his cousin. There was no homework today. Miss Fortunato gave them the night off so that they could learn about their families for the upcoming Culture Day Celebration. Making a powerpoint on Poland would be easy enough, but on the school bus home he realized— He didn’t know anything about Mexico. His father hadn’t called to check in on him since the divorce went through so there was only one person he could ask.
Hal. Because clearly his white cousin knew all they needed to know about Mexico, right? He was a few months older after all. However, when he finally popped the question… Alek couldn’t say he was totally satisfied with the answer. “Okay so if Mexico is in South America… Then my dad and his family are like us? But south? Or no because we’re in Canada. If South America is America but south, then is America like Canada but south?” Getting only a nod in return, Alek smiled brightly. “Thanks, Hal. Having you is way cooler than having a dad.”
[ rest ] / [ tears ] / [ possessive ] for crabernathy ofc
[ rest ] your muse resting their arm over mine’s shoulder / s .
astrea found herself really liking this little diner at the corner of the street. whenever she and elvie would go here, they would sit in their special seat and share a milkshake or two. it was really sweet and it felt like their place. no one from the outside world could bother them there, not when they stepped through the door and the tiny bell signaled their arrival. astrea usually sat in front of elvie, so she could look at him as he talked. he was so passionate about everything, astrea felt hypnotized every time he opened his mouth. however, something was different todday and elvie sat next to her, instead- not that she minded. she walks rambling on and on about the importance the printing press to history, literature, and the world in general when his arm was suddenly around her shoulders. it made astrea pause, she was so flustered. “uh- right so johannes-” she continued, leaning against him and talking animatedly.
[ tears ] your muse wiping away mine’s tears .
“it’s better this way,” she chokes out, watery eyes on the ground. “that way none of us gets hurt,” she adds, sniffling. astrea always knew that summer would have to come to an end but she didn’t know how hard it was going to be. “elvie…we have to break up….we’re not going to see each other for another year and i can’t do that to you.” astrea was trying to be strong, but she really grew attached to elvie. “maybe this was always just supposed to be a summer thing,” she whispers, but the words are choking her. they burned her mouth. “so i’m breaking up with you,” she manages, looking up at him.
astrea expected elvie to walk away or even to get mad at her, but all he said was ‘no’ and then he wiped her eyes. and that was it. astrea didn’t really want to break up with him, so she nodded. “okay. okay. we’ll figure it out.” she offered him a watery smile. “then i’ll see you next summer, okay?”
[ possessive ] your muse resting their hand on mine’s leg or the small of their back while they’re sitting beside each other .
ever since elvie got contacts and his braces taken off, he was starting to get noticed by a lot more girls. it was bittersweet. it was good that people were finally appreciating elvie, but astrea also felt a little protective. no one liked him before. what? he gets a few things changed and suddenly they think he’s attractive? no way.
they were at the bowling alley because it was thursday. thursday night bowling was cheaper so they often went after grabbing a bite from the diner. however, when elvie got up to get astrea water, he didn’t come back right away. he was having a conversation with this girl about the latest doctor who episode and was rambling away about amy pond and her positive character traits. astrea could tell that the girl was more interested in looking at him then listening to his words. after observing for a little while, astrea got up and walked over to them. while making eye contact with the girl, she slid her hand into elvie’s back pocket. “excuse us, my boyfriend and i have some bowling to do. maybe we’ll see you at comic con.” @ellvie
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- what your muse’s name is in mine’s phoneCousin/D&D master Elvie.-what your muse’s picture is in mine’s phone
-what your muse’s ringtone is in mine’s phoneElla Henderson - Ghost- my muse’s last text to your museI think all this knowledge of D&D has made my brain explode.
@ellvie
