#ft. riley.

[sugartclking-archived]

continued from here ( @pckbunnies )

Jordan leaned an elbow on the counter, eyes narrowing just slightly as the girl pushed back her hoodie like she was unveiling something important. She didn't flinch at the offer of triple the price or the bottle of tequila thunked down between them. She'd heard worse pitches, and she'd definitely turned down more dramatic ones. Still, their fingers tapped restlessly against the edge of the counter. "A cover up, huh?" They said, their voice flat, but not entirely cold. Their gaze shifted down to the wrist the blonde kept glancing at, and sure enough, there was a name. Of course it was a name. She didn't usually entertain this kind of thing. Drunk walk-ins with regret written all over their faces. But there was something about this one... Not just the pretty face, (though that didn't hurt) but the desperation in her tone, the way her words didn't slur so much as they cracked, like she was holding herself together with just the weight of her own stubbornness. Like getting this tattoo wasn't about impulse, it was survival. Jordan clicked her tongue, glancing over her shoulder toward the back room, then back at her. "Sit down," she muttered, grabbing a pair of gloves. "But you so much as flinch wrong or throw up, and I'm kicking your ass out. Deal?" She didn't wait for a response before motioning to the chair, but her tone softened as she added, "You better tell me what this name did to deserve getting erased at one-thirty in the damn morning. And what exactly you want to get done to cover it up."

[tatianabeaufort]

Nail file in her left hand, she hummed as she fixed up her nails, head tilting to the side for a moment and examining it with nothing but pure focus. The slumber party was cute, a bit girly for her taste with the games and sleeping bags, but it served it’s purpose and let her survey the group of girls on who she wanted in her house. Well, soon to be her house, and one of those people was actually Riley. She seemed sweet enough, and with some help from someone such as herself, she served potential at being a great addition. So, she stood up, walking directly to the blonde, “Hey, can you help me with something in the kitchen?”

@littlerileyfitz

[tatianabeaufort]

Seasons back home on the Isle were pretty much the same, dark and cloudy, hardly ever a sprinkle of snow, so being in Auardon after winter break was a bit.....off putting. Everyone was so cheery, despite the freezing cold weather, and Tatiana couldn’t help but roll her eyes at how her fellow classmates skipped around with joy in the snow. She loathed it, as she did most things around here, and she gathered her things from the table she’d sat at to read over some work she need to finish up. In an effort to hurry off somewhere more private, hopefully her room was empty, she stood and turned in time to notice someone heading towards a small patch of ice, “Careful, I mean I totally don’t care if you fall and bust your ass, but I oddly respect your shoes and it’d be a damn pity if you ruined them for not watching where you step.”

@littlerileyfitz

[qrffin-blog]

          THERE  WAS  SOMETHING  SO  INTOXICATING  about hope and its featherlight weight, and yet griffin always seemed to choke on it. he could never hold a good thing for long until it burned him, but sometimes it was worth the pain. he did this for the sake of his life — for the sake of normalcy. he would burn an eternity for that.

for some, it came naturally: riley was one. hope to them was as easy as breathing, and griffin had been envious of it once. now, he was only hoping to take part in it, to bask in it — but not quite like this. «riley,» griffin began as he reluctantly followed the other individual to the facepainting booth. «riley, come on. i think a glittery butterfly on my cheek is a bit excessive.»

closed ⤷ @rileyseung.