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❝ CAN’T YOU SEE I’M OFF THE CLOCK ? ❞ she sighs, setting down her drink. it seemed that everywhere she went, people tried to stop her. all she wanted to do was relax after a long day of getting her articles rejected. ❝ if you’re going to tell me how i’m throwing my life away covering stories about things you don’t like, you’re wasting your breath. ❞
►► @foolheartier / STARTER CALL !
✯ - @foolheartier ( christina s.c. )
❝ winfield -- STOP IT ! i swear to..❞ she chucked a pillow in his direction, a steely glare in her eyes. ❝ i do NOT like hope like that. leave it ALONE.❞
!! babs !!!! a very happy birthday to you!!
thank you so much!!! 💜💜💜🤩
* & → @foolheartier .
USUALLY AT THESE SORT OF GATHERINGS , SHE KNOWS ANYONE & EVERYONE. most of the visitors to these after - hour parties are related to her in one way or another ( and jessie likes to KEEP TRACK of the relatives ) and even those that aren’t , well , she normally hears the gossip about any newcomers. BUT THIS FACE , SHE DOESN’T KNOW. and if curiosity killed the cat // then jessica is most definitely purring.
IN HER MATTER - OF - FACT SORT OF WAY she comes up to the other as soon as they’re alone. “ quite a party , huh ? ” cheerful smile as she gestures around them , drink in hand. “ i’m jessie. you new in town ? ”
* & → @foolheartier .
SHE GLANCES OVER THE OTHER AGENT , SOMETHING EVIDENTLY ON HER MIND. it’s always odd to put a face to the name of a colleague that she hasn’t actually met before. but there are a whole HOST of odd facts about this name that she’s yet to see if they actually MATCH UP to the real guy. “ were you the agent . . . ” speaking slowly , a slight smile as a foggy memory ( read : GOSSIP ! ) surfaces. wondering if it’s tactful to ask , but doing it anyway. “ is it true you blew up a theatre once ? ”
ERA AESTHETIC.
rules. bold what applies to your muse.
𝐌𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐄𝐕𝐀𝐋.
tired eyes. coffee stains on the table. listening to the bustle of the city. unmade beds. loose ponytails. sunlight seeping through the curtains. chapped lips. walking barefoot across the floorboards. dusty dictionaries. black and white reruns. huge sweaters. the ticking of the clock. hearing birds in the morning. fireplaces. falling asleep during class.
𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄.
freckles. the sun rising. watching the sea. taking shots of the city. historical museums. bright eyes. looking up at the clouds. walls covered in artworks. drawing in the middle of lessons. tracing your fingers on the sand. painting for hours. staying in uncrowded coffee-shops. worn paperbacks. messy braids. going to bed with your kneesocks on.
𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐐𝐔𝐄.
dark hair. a little sophisticated. always observing the world around you. intricate designs. high ceilings. extravagant musical pieces. dim lights. colourless photographs. fancy furniture. pale skin. hearing soft footfalls coming from outside the room. mischievous looks. bitten nails. candlelight dinners. dark shades of lipstick.
𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋.
chandeliers. the clinking of a teacup mug. laced clothing. modern architecture. light hair. watching the view from the terrace. hidden birthmarks. drinking tea in the morning. wandering about in an empty building. botanical gardens. old films. ancient marble sculptures. expensive perfume. breakfasts in bed. reading about mythology.
𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐂.
compassion. short writings on scraps of paper. blushed cheeks. a bouquet of roses. reading collections of poetry late at night. loose hair. carpeted floors. attending operas. faint music playing in the background. staying under the covers until midday. the night sky. streetlights. picking flowers. dancing around in silk dresses. scented candles.
tagger : @galaeus ! tagging : @foolheartier , @softestmood , & YOU !
❝ HEY ! ❞ hope elbows her way through the crowd that’s gathered, arriving at winfield’s side just in the nick of time- she catches him, making sure he stays on his feet. she spies crimson. his nose and mouth are bloody, the front of his uniform stained - and with that, crimson is all she can see. icy gaze finds win’s attacker, who wears his cruel snear and privilege like a crown. he’s laughing, and her blood is boiling so hot she might as well be a kettle. before her better judgement can kick in, she’s already lunging toward the bully - tackling him to the ground full force. hands ball into fists that offer him no mercy - until she feels win’s hands pulling her backwards. hope struggles against him - temper continuing to cloud her concience. ❝ don’t you EVER hurt him -- do you hear me ?? you want to fight someone ? FIGHT ME, you cowardly prick ! ❞ words spill recklessly - fury only intensifying now that she’s restrained. good thing, too - she’s incapable of holding herself back at this point. ❝ win get off me-- GET OFF ! ❞
✯ - HURT WIN & YOU’RE GONNA CATCH THESE HANDS | @foolheartier !
❝ hey win -- win, hey ! ❞ she nudges his foot with her own. after all they've been through together, they're family - she's allowed to pester him. as soon as he hands his attention over to her, she continues, ❝ you’re a nerd - and i love you.❞
✯ - RANDOM STARTER | @foolheartier !
