#hiercphant

[graeclandtoo]

🍸 + priscilla — tell us how you really feel about finn.

          “how  i  really  feel  ?”  comes  out  between  an  empty  laugh,  nimble  fingers  stealing  yet  another  glass  of  champagne  off  some  passing  waiter’s  tray.  “wouldn’t  that  be  nice  to  know  …  reckon  we’re  both  looking  for  the  answer  to  that,  don’t  you  think  ?”  her  eyes  find  him  from  where  she  stands  at  the  patio,  and  there’s  a  longing  in  her  chest  that  she  can’t  put  into  words  that  warms  her  as  much  as  the  alcohol  does.  she’s  never  been  one  for  drinking  too  much  when  finn  isn’t  there  to  bring  her  home;  the  thought  makes  her  tear  her  gaze  away,  suddenly  downcast  at  her  heels.  “——  well  i  love  him,  don’t  i  ?”  the  smile  that  traces  her  lips  is  bitter,  and  she  takes  another  sip.  “that’s  my  blessing.  and  that’s  my  curse.  and  i’d  rather  he  treat  me  like  shit  because  at  least  i’ve  been  treated  at  all.”  an  unspoken  admission  that  dies  on  her  tongue:  and  i’ll  have  deserved  it.

[sylv6n]

“this   stinks!”   a   bit   too   loud.   a sea   of   titanic   eyes   flipped   towards   him:   judging   and   volatile.   their   gazes   bore   into   him,   dissecting   his   audacity.   kit   gave   them   a   sheepish   smile   before   flopping   into   the   seat   next   to   his   roommate,   a   haven   in   the   midst   of   disapproving   glares.   “the   inside   bar   is   cash   unless   you   want   piss   ( beer )   or   acid   ( champagne ).”   he   groaned,   a   child’s   reaction,   but   grinned   wildly   at   his   friend.   

“and   the   food   was   so-so.   i   eat   here   all   the   time!   we   all   do!   why   they   choose   this   place   every   year,   i   have   no   idea.”   he   scoffed,   crossing   his   arms   over   his   chest.   “did   you   have   fun   at   least?”

closed starter, kitron : post - dinner. @hiercphant , for milo

[customizerepair]

hiercphant

Bad habits die hard, and here was Seventh, hanging out in someone else’s timeline again. This wasn’t even her school.

Still, she’s standing by the window in this one classroom, half-listening to the teacher with a somewhat bored look. She’s looking around the room, her gaze settling occasionally on that one redhead, but otherwise she’s just taking in the atmosphere quietly.