#indyking

[carasim]

( @violentparties​ ) Cara didn’t expect to see Indy waiting on the couch when she got home. She smiled wanly at Indy as she unbuttoned her coat and draped it over a free chair, taking a seat once she finished. “Um, hey, how was your day?” Cara asked. She folded and unfolded her hands and her legs, unable to contain her fidget.

[solmatua]

( @violentparties ) "Hey, what's your star sign?" Solomon asked Indy from the bar at the diner. His massive burger craving pushed him into the store, and it had turned into a fun opportunity to get under her skin, too, though they hadn't been driving each other as wild these days.

[grceoh]

( @violentparties ) Since they met at Around the Clock, Grace and Indy had met a couple more times around town. They actually shared a couple interests, and Indy wasn’t too overwhelming. The women planned to meet at the park this evening; Grace mentioned she had a couple of things to catch up on even after five, and she assumed Indy did as well. They sat at a picnic table working on their respective projects, Grace’s a sketch of an invitation for a wedding she had at the beginning of 2019. Frustrated with one piece, she let out an involuntary sigh.

[carasim]

text ☼ indy & jace.

cara: jace tell the truth. are you a devil worshipper?

[carasim]

( @violentparties ) Cara’s eyelids wrenched open after a late night at the masquerade ball, and the first thing she laid sight on were the earrings on her nightstand. After she slipped into her pajamas, she tendered placed them side-by-side, Mauve’s and her own. She sat up and held them in her hand, reminiscing on the night before, barely convinced it was more than a fever dream. The night had certainly been dreamy. As she got ready for the day, her mind whirled with memories of Mauve’s sweet kisses and demeanor, and with a soft smile on her face she stuck her one earring in her ear before heading to the kitchen to make some breakfast.

[carasim]

( @violentparties ) “Indy!” Cara cried as she burst into the girls’ shared apartment, before she’d even slipped all the way in. “Indy, are you home? I’ve got to show you something!” Her voice carried her all the way down the hall to the bedrooms, where she found Indy. Her eyes were round, brimming with fever, as she shoved the flimsy sheet in Indy’s direction. “This was in our mailbox.”

[carasim]

( @violentparties ) There were few things Cara loved more than festivals, and with her avid infatuation, it was no question she’d attend every day of Cape Hazel’s autumn festival. On one of Indy’s off days, she happily dragged her through the crowd. She looked back at Indy and tugged a bit too hard in excitement. “I can’t decide between an apple fritter and a funnel cake. If I get a funnel cake, would you help me eat it?” Cara asked. Directing her gaze forward again, she saw something that made her gasp. “Oh my gosh, Indy, I think that’s the Alex guy from Tinder.”

[solmatua]

( @violentparties ) Solomon fought an internal war with himself every time he went to Around the Clock because, damn, where else could he find the world’s best burgers? Not on this planet. Alternatively, where could he found the world’s most sour server? Again, not on this planet. But there were few lengths his midnight cravings wouldn’t take to shovel one of those burgers, so Solomon headed to the diner hoping his mortal enemy (apparently) wouldn’t be around. Just his luck, of course, when the very nemesis in question strolled up to take his order. “Ah, you. Always a pleasure.”