Sep 11, 2018
@sylverlining: @estlyn there’s a place on broadway for you yet, darling
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@sylverlining: @estlyn there’s a place on broadway for you yet, darling
$, ✉️, ☎️, ♀
Send “✉” for a text that WASN’T SENT.
SYLV: whats the greek word for to talkSYLV: nvm i’ll google it
Send “☎” for a RUSHED text.
SYLV: there was a last minute memoSYLV: classics department meeting in new buildingSYLV: meet you there in ten!!!
Send “$” for an ACCIDENTAL text.
SYLV: je suis amoureuseSYLV: Why is your name so close to my cousin’sSYLV: ignore that!!!!!!
Send “♀” for a HEARTBREAKING text.
SYLV: do you think that we’re going to be friends in 10 years?SYLV: i had a terrible dream of us in the futureSYLV: living our separate, unhappy livesSYLV: can we promise to keep in touch?
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Looks: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10
Personality: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10
Attraction: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10
Would they date them: yes | no
Favorite thing about them: Estlin’s a constant in a sea of variables. He’s someone that I can see being steadfast and sticking by his values and morals in any situation. He’s someone that you can count on, no matter what.
Least favorite thing about them: I’ve told him this, but his hubris will be the end of him. He has such big dreams and goals, but it’s his pride that will keep him from achieving them at the end of the day.
Offer me
Offer Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character giving yours a gift.
It wasn’t his birthday, nor an anniversary, or any other particular day of the week, but Sylvianne had long grown past needing occasions to gift the special people in her life things that she was certain that they would love. Shopping was no longer something that she did to build her wardrobe, but it was nearly akin to a sport in her eyes-- the whitest of her whales of course, was finding something ostentatious that would suit even Estlin’s refined tastes.
She was certain that she had found it in the form of a leather jacket, hand painted by an artist that she had met in Brooklyn while exploring post fashion week. The design was custom, the leather cured for a perfect fit. The back depicted a brilliant image of an eagle, she had gasped when unboxing it and hoped that Estlin would do the same. Sylv made her way to Estlin’s room with excited, fast steps, rapping her fingers against the door once before bumping it open with her hip.
The garment lay nestled in paper, the box itself was sleek and black. A smile tugged at her features when she thrust it into his hands.
“If you don’t like it, just lie.”