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@greengras sent 📜 for a incorrect quotes generator for our muses.
your vibes are?? truly so warm and welcoming. you have the same vibe as a cat café if that makes sense vjbrehjvreb
a cat café. oh my god i love it i’ll take it.
SCREECHING: vibe check.
𝐝𝐚𝐩𝐡𝐧𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐬𝐬 : 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘬 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘨𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘳 & 𝘢 𝘴𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘳𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘤 𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴 , lay juxtapose to a boy who burns like an autumn fire & scents heady of wood after a down pour. like no other, 𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚈 𝙵𝙸𝚃 𝚃𝙾𝙶𝙴𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚁 as simply as pieces of a puzzle, fingers fitted together and tangled in the grass to a picturesque painting that any artist would be simply captivated by. brush to canvas. never quite capturing the looks in their eyes just right, 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒂𝒕 𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒉 𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 is as if he saw the sun in her, and she saw the moon in him.
“ ... we should really get back to class ... “
whispered into her hair, rhys kisses her crown— a deep exhale whispering over her skin of warm breath, and a reluctance to leave this place ; 𝚃𝙷𝙴𝙸𝚁 𝙻𝙸𝚃𝚃𝙻𝙴 𝙼𝙴𝙰𝙳𝙾𝚆.
@greengras gets a random fluff!
kissy starter. @greengras
❝ oh for fuck's sake. . . you absolutely drive me mad, daph. ❞ words are spoken even as she's turned her back to him, but his arm reaches out and fingers lace around her wrist at the last moment. one swift movement, and she's pulled close to him, not entirely touching yet, but the tensions can be felt in the little space left. other hand rests on her cheek, eyes scanning hers as if looking for any resistance, but he gets none. . . so he pulls her in by her waist, body clashing into body, lips imprinting on lips.
sc. @greengras
❝ out of pure curiosity. . . ❞ eyes observe her reaction, lips curling into a charming smirk: or least her thinks, and hopes. ❝ what would a guy have to do to get you to go on a date with him? ❞ shame and shyness are two things quite foreign to leon, and daphne greengrass? well, she is more than just lovely to look at.
“ I do wish it wasn’t raining. ” ... @greengras
❛ comb .
𝐥𝐢𝐝𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐮𝐭 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝. 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐠𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤, 𝐬𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐟𝐞𝐰 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐬. as his senses start to stir, he becomes aware of an ache coursing through him and the dryness of his mouth. d— is he awake? he hears someone say, but he is not entirely sure himself. if he tried would he produce anything more than a throaty sound or a cough or squeal. he drifts again, he feels it, drifts and drifts, slowly, off to a heavier sleep.
something feels warm in his hair, like blood, no, like fingers combing through. it feels like only minutes have passed when his eyes then finally open wide. this time awareness returns with no precursory warning and overwhelms him. he registers everything and nothing at the same time; frantically scanning the room for familiar people and objects. lastly, his attention turns to the owner of the hand whose barely-there touch had taken him back to reality. his blurred vision does not allow for a detailed glimpse of her, but regardless he identifies her with ease. he breathes in sharply and pretends he has the full ability to grin in her direction:
“so you caught me then?”
LOUD AND DEAFENING SILENCE / ACCEPTING.
“ 💬 ” ╰ @greengras . random dialogue meme . always accepting .
❝ 𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄 𝐃𝐎𝐍’𝐓 𝐀𝐑𝐆𝐔𝐄 . you have to leave 𝚁𝙸𝙶𝙷𝚃 𝙽𝙾𝚆 , you aren’t safe here . ❞