#evcrglot

[etheriium]

🚀🌙 @evcrglot

{ text to: victoria 🐱  }: poorly is one way of putting it { text to: victoria 🐱  }: crashing and burning is another { text to: victoria 🐱  }: VIC!! PLEASE! help me get my notes in order { text to: victoria 🐱  }: maybe if they’re pretty like yours i’ll understand them😅 { text to: victoria 🐱  }: did less wars happen in your time? have we had an above-average no. of wars??

[xpipergreenmantle]

[drunk text] FUCK YOU YOU’RE GORGEOUS from ( victoria || evcrglot )

texts, bitches || not accepting!

[ to: QUEEN OF VICTORY ] oh vic, you have such a way with words.[ to: QUEEN OF VICTORY ] i take it you just saw my snapchats? bc yes i agree i look particularly BEAUTIFUL there[ to: QUEEN OF VICTORY ] but anyway i can’t decide which to wear for this gala thingy i’m going to on friday.[ to: QUEEN OF VICTORY ] so your opinion is always appreciated 💋

[lyrasilvertxngue]

[text] I just need some of your time and all of your body. from ( victoria || evcrglot )

texts, bitches || accepting! || @evcrglot

[ to: 🐘🌹👼🏼 ] and what do you intend to do with all that me in such a small time frame?[ to: 🐘🌹👼🏼 ] though actually you can have all my time - i’m free all evening.[ to: 🐘🌹👼🏼 ] if you want[ to: 🐘🌹👼🏼 ] are you okay though vic? this a regular booty text or a sad booty text?

[lyrasilvertxngue]

@evcrglot

lyra has three jobs. she likes her job at the antique thrift store best: it reminds her of OXFORD, and she is at home among old-fashioned curios & bibelots. and the store is often quiet, so being paid to explore the stock at a leisurely pace is almost a dream. lyra likes the work at the college library, too, though it is TIRESOME when people will insist on putting books back in the wrong place. she enjoys -- and is pretty good at -- telling people to SHUT UP when needed, though.

she enjoys the work at the lingerie shop a little less. the clientele are often RUDE; her co-workers haughty; and a few hours in that atmosphere is usually more than enough for lyra. but she has blue blood --- albeit blue blood from another WORLD, so she blends chameleon-like into the scene. plus the discount she gets is excellent.

it’s nearing the end of lyra’s shift when a young woman walks in. she looks timid -- though maybe that’s just her face -- and a little hesitant as she wanders from one rack to the next, questing fingers reaching out to sample the texture of silk, lace, tulle. lyra tugs down the hem of her skirt; straightens her shirt; glides over to her. “good afternoon, ma’am. you doing alright over here? lookin’ for something in particular -- or just browsing?”