#ft. saskia

[jchnmllr]

“¿Te quedarás para la fiesta?” — @scskiax​

—No creo que el lugar de un sacerdote sea en una fiesta del 4 de julio —respondió rápidamente, se sentiría el elefante en la habitación si se quedase después de los fuegos.

[mvckvlde]

“¿Podemos ir a buscar conchas marinas?” — @scskiax​

—Solo si después las podemos poner en el castillo de Caleb y Chloe —respondió el hermano mayor en lengua de señas antes de ponerse en pie.

[fikazephyr]

"You are absolutely radiant, my dear Saskia." Had she not taken the time to shed tears the night before, Blythe would have been holding them back now. She looked at her daughter with nothing but love in her eyes. "It feels like just yesterday you were trying on your very first bee costume. Now look at you—marrying a wonderful woman, hosting this blast of a reception. Having your own daughter to love. I am so, so happy for you." @howmcnythings

[dearestflora]

‹ @saskiacohcn​ / saskia c. ›

from what flora has seen from saskia, there wasn’t much to like about the girl. even though she’s tried seeing the best in her. just watching her being mean to someone else caused the brunette to dislike her. how can someone be that mean to somebody else? flora still didn’t understand that. she thought about talking to her about it, but chickened out each time, feeling intimidated by the other. this time was going to be different. at least, it was what she kept telling herself. that she would go up to her, discuss about it, and possibly try to persuade her from continuing to do such actions. when she saw the other, her feet walked right up her as she pursed her lips. “saskia,” she mumbled quietly. “can we talk?”

[willcvv-blog]

sintiéndose ya un poco fuera de sí, willow ando, dando tumbos, hacia las mesa de postres, trataba de evitar los colgantes del techo, que parecían artificios diseñados especialmente para hacerte sentir, aun más, mareado, al menos las cubiertas de los pasteles eran lindas, con grandes decoraciones rojas, rosas y blancas, flores, corazones, flechas y querubines, destellos de colores y otros sobrios, inclusive se sentía un poco mal cortándolos, sobre todo cuando sus manos, como si se trataran de órganos diferente a ella, terminaron cortando a un querubín justo por la cabeza  — upa, lo siento, amigo —  le habló al pastel, luciendo para nada arrepentida  — ¿tu quieres una rebanada? —  le ofreció a la chica a lado de ella, sin ponerle demasiada atención. // @sxskial