Sep 28, 2018
@sylverlining: clock that highlight 💫 @vectorvictor
@sylverlining: clock that highlight 💫 @vectorvictor
voliere re-elections; sylv and victor in dolce & gabanna winter 2012
Leave a “Quite Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character trying to calm yours down [be it from crying, from lashing out, feel free to specify.]
Yesterday, when you held him, you felt something in him tighten and threaten to snap— you wanted to whisper by his ear that you loved him, more than the world but your heart sunk to your knees at his, “Why did you do that?”
Today, his fingertips brushed your knee when you sat on the edge of the roof, sharing your cigarettes and silence. He didn’t apologize, but you’ve never needed words before. You’re learning how to love each other, it’s just taking time.
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It happened again, the graze of her fingers against his bare wrist made him nearly jump out of his skin– Sylv winced at the way he seemed to act as though he wanted to kick out of it, to leave it crumpled in a pile like discarded linen. Her fingers curled back in, she withdrew, feeling suddenly as though she had dirtied him.
“Don’t.”
He snapped the words and she looked away, catching the tremble in his jaw. A twitch, something not unlike a machine in malfunction. She sighed, the exhalation falling between them before she caught the expression in his eyes. He was embarrassed, it showed in the skittishness, the storm that clouded a usually clear blue. They were both damaged pieces, it had been silly of her to think that together they would have formed something whole without effort.
To speak would be to betray his emotions, to point them out would shame him further. Had it been anyone else, Sylv would have tucked him into her arms– but for Victor, they were different. Instead, she reached in her pocket, freeing a crooked cigarette to offer him. The brunette’s chin moved in the direction of the stairs, to the rooftop, a quiet sanctuary to look at the stars.
“Okay,” she said lowly, but she hoped that he heard the words between her mundane phrases. I understand, we’re different. I know we need time. “It’s not cold tonight.”
♀,✆, ø, ✘,ツ
Send “✆” for a MORNING text.
SYLV: i think my biggest regret to date was teaching these birds to sing good morning from singing in the rainSYLV: are you up for 5am coffee?
Send “ø” for a LATE NIGHT text.
SYLV: this house feels haunted when I’m alone here at nightSYLV: i can’t sleep here, i feel chilled to the boneSYLV: can i come over?
Send “✘” for a HATEFUL text.
SYLV: if you comment on another picture of my mom on my instaSYLV: i’m blocking you
Send “ツ” for an EXCITED text.
SYLV: New Years in New York?SYLV: Picture this: a pent houseSYLV: us popping a bottle over a balconySYLV: sequins, satin and the ball dropSYLV: celebrating 2019 in styleSYLV: say yes!!!!!
Send “♀” for a HEARTBREAKING text.
SYLV: i know we joke about you being a tin manSYLV: but sometimes i get scared for you victorSYLV: sometimes i wonder if you’ve got any heart at all
For me you're only a little boy just like a hundred thousand other little boys. And I have no need of you. And you have no need of me, either. For you I'm only a fox like a hundred thousand other foxes. But if you tame me, we'll need each other. You'll be the only boy in the world for me. I'll be the only fox in the world for you.
Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, Le Petit Prince.
@oneseagull
@sylverlining: new scientific formula: 4(🍹) x 3(🍸) = happy campers @vectorvictor
all the texts :)
Send “✆” for a MORNING text.
SYLV: rise and grind angelSYLV: the sun is up and so am iSYLV: just had crossfit with erik and i’m feeling fantasticSYLV: want a coffee?
Send “✉” for a text that WASN’T SENT.
SYLV: got a number, do you think he’s cute??SYLV: actually i think you’d hate himSYLV: [ deleted ]
Send “☎” for a RUSHED text.
SYLV: I’m lost in a sea of freshman, where are you ??? If one of them steps on my toe I’ll flip the fuck out
Send “⁇” for a DRUNK text.
SYLV: its two am pdo yoru know where youmr victor its
Send “✿” for a SUGGESTIVE text.
SYLV: are you up?SYLV: want to come over?SYLV: [IMG]
Send “ø” for a LATE NIGHT text.
SYLV: i’m sitting on the roof of my buildingSYLV: trying to pick you out of a sea of starsSYLV: miss you starboy, hope you’re having a good night
Send “✘” for a HATEFUL text.
SYLV: you’re so fucking dramaticSYLV: don’t talk to me in riddles, just tell me what you wantSYLV: i’m too tired to translate this crap just for you to feel like god
Send “#” for a RANDOM text.
SYLV: next friday night, how do you feel about marc jacobs?
Send “@” for a SCARED text.
SYLV: i ordered an uber about half an hour agoSYLV: i’m sitting behind this club and the lights have gone out in the parking lotSYLV: vic i’m kinda scaredSYLV: can you come get me?
Send “&” for a LOVING text.
SYLV: starboy, with you by my side, i’m sure we could eat this entire world whole
Send “%” for a CURIOUS text.
SYLV: not to prySYLV: but the other night when you didn’t answer my callsSYLV: where were you?
Send “ツ” for an EXCITED text.
SYLV: i can’t believe itSYLV: i’m verified nowSYLV: VICTOR IM TWITTER VERIFIED
Send “$” for an ACCIDENTAL text.
SYLV: nah, i’m sure peter will love the idea of wearing a corsetSYLV: shit, hi vicSYLV: this is not the peter that you think : )
Send “♀” for a HEARTBREAKING text.
SYLV: I know i demand so much of your timeSYLV: and i’m so sorry for holding you back from everything you want to do
@oneseagull
We have to stop doing this. Sylv’s voice was the exaggerated coo of a bird not unlike her namesake, she glanced at their reflections in the side of the shiny vehicle to catch their lean silhouettes, dressed impeccably in matching strokes of crimson. The change of the season had her picking the goriest hue from her extensive wardrobe, slipping on an impossibly lightweight dress that seemed to float up with the whimsy of the wind. Smoothing down the top of her pin curls-- such a look required old school glamour, she finally glanced over at Victor, whose blue eyes seemed to be alight with the same fire that only meant one thing: mischief was bound to occur. The pair had made it to one of the off campus drinking spots, popular with freshman, not so much with the older crowd. Arrival at such a place was meaningful for two of such stature, and tonight, they had dressed like creatures ready for the hunt. Victor’s nomination was bound to be there, bent over the pool table, ripe for ruin. “Shall we?”