#fromggi

[wtchinghr]

“wow, you didn’t exaggerate.”

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harlowe’s eyes narrowed, shooting an icy glare to the brunette as if to silently say ‘how dare you doubt my authenticity’. exaggeration was never a strongsuit of hers-- in fact, she often struggled with being too literal, both in her own words and interpreting others. with the phone placed neatly between the two of them, the rapper continued to slowly scroll through the inbox, lingering over each message just long enough for gia to briefly scan the preview of their contents. there were many things about this public career that she hated, but the need for technology and social media usage was definitely one of the top things. the last few years were horrible for her health and sanity, but the one silver lining compared to now was not having to worry about uploading vapid photos just to keep fans engaged. likes and comments were one thing, but the constant barrage of messages? bane of her fucking existence. “i think that i’m just going to throw my phone into a river. it would solve maybe a good thirty percent of my life problems.”

[gcldengrl]

 ready to shine, @fromggi​? continued from HERE.

while gia was presenting plenty of good points... they weren’t what sunnie wanted to hear, so she simply would not be listening any longer. the bonding between the two idols had less to do with being the young leaders of their groups, and more to do with the way that their personalities mirrored each other perfectly. letting out an indignant huff, she folded her arms across her chest as well, putting the two at a rather short-lived stalemate before they returned back to the problem at hand. “what? maybe if we lifted more weights like this we would spend more time actually beating people up instead of just threatening to do it. height be damned!” for a moment she just stared, amusement written all over her face as she watched gia struggle with the box. part of her didn’t even want to know what was in it, or why there was no one she could hire to do this work instead of little ol’ sunnie. “shut up! don’t tell me what to do.” with all her outbursts let out for the time being, sunnie moved to finally start helping her friend, picking up her end of the box and adjusting its weight in her arms. “by the way, if this ends with you trying to rope me into building some sort of ikea set from hell, you will never see me again.”

[wtchinghr]

“I’m so proud of you, you know that?”

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like always, she struggled to find a way to respond.

it was practically wired in her genetics to not be able to take a compliment. her simple upbringings came with a heavy dose of humbleness, and years of struggles left her with an even heavier dose of cynicism, where all niceties were immediately interpreted as the start of a plot against her. on top of it all, after everything that she’d been through and all that she worked to overcome, she still didn’t feel like she was deserving of such words. the easy sailing now was just the calm before the storm, a series of storms lasting for eight fucking years with seemingly no end in sight. don’t get too comfortable. it’ll all come crashing down again.

“yeah.” harlowe stared off, eyes focused past gia to the wall behind her, before darting down to her own lap. she didn’t want to focus on this, she never did. after the inner gears in her mind put in the work, she found the older woman’s words to be well-meaning (as they generally were), but she still found it easier to divert than to just take the compliment. suddenly, the details of her nail art were oh so interesting, and more of her attention was focused there. anything to stop the feeling of the studio walls slowly suffocating her. “was there anything else that you wanted to work on while i’m here?”