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Uncanny. I can h e a r Wendy in your writing. Showstopping. Amazing. Thank you so much for bringing her to life and giving her the treatment she deserved.

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`    ♡   .        STARTER        ⅋        @inherimage

“ I’VE ALWAYS LOVED THUNDERSTORMS... ”     a pause,   lifting her sights from vera’s,   glancing out the others office window;   the rain pelting down hard,   flash in the sky,   a rumble in the distance  –  eyes can’t help but close for a moment,   index finger tapping against the armrest,   as though savouring the sound,   filing it away.     “ it shows that even nature needs to scream sometimes. ”

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`    ♡   .        PROMPT        ⅋        LOUD & DEAFENING SILENCE .

A  SERIES  OF  NON  VERBAL  PROMPTS ,      @inherimage

hand .   hold  out  a  hand  for  my  muse  to  take .

FLICKING ASH TO THE GROUND,   smoke dissipating into thick dewy air from saren’s mouth into the air.   if it weren’t for the sound of feet moving along the dirt path;   quiet chirps in the distance every few passing minutes,   branches swaying,   leaves scratching against the mahogany stumps  —  the silence would be deafening.   squinting,   crunching her nose to reach the itch as lips pause round the cigarette,   casting a side-glance at vera.     “ don’t take this the wrong way. ”     inhaling,   lungs already screaming out;   scratching at the insides,   lungs diminishing.   somebody had to filter the air,   let it be her.   only ever comfortable in utter silence when no other living thing was around. 

before she can speak they come to a creak in their path,   the gap wide enough they’d need to stretch or leap across.   if she weren’t wearing heels it wouldn’t matter and she almost wishes she’d opted for something a little more sturdy.   flicking the bud to the ground,   heel grinding it into the dirt and she’s about to say fuck it and just take off her heels before a hand is being held out from the other side and saren opens her mouth before closing it.   if someone touched me right now it would burn.   she’ll deal with the consequences later.   her hand reaches out to meet vera’s,   freckled porcelain fingers slowly curling and gripping round her hand.     “ oh.   right,   thanks,  thank you. ”     making the move across,   squeezing the others hand before she’s letting go,   her own already beginning to burn as she stuffs it into her pocket.         “ anyways as i was about to say before whatever the hell that was. ”     shaking her head,   almost laughing as she lifts her other hand to move the strands hovering over her face while looking to vera.     “ you’re an odd woman. ”

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`    ♡   .        PROMPT        ⅋        MISCELLANEOUS ANGST .

“  don’t  leave  me .  ”      @inherimage

HIDING PLACES;   in the valley of your ribs,   in between your vertebrae and your shoulder blades.   index finger trailing down the spine and back,   focused on hair usually kempt,   tied to a knot  —  not a single strand out of place,   all perfect and neat  —  so very well put together,   now running down her back,   sprawled across the pillow,   let loose.   lifting her head slightly,   index finger stilling centre of vera’s back.   listening to the steady rhythm of her breathing,   feeling the mere movement against her finger,   staring into the darkness that almost blurs around her.   teetering,   slowly dragging legs beneath crisp sheets till they’re weightless and hitting plush carpet.   movements are almost stealth like,   enough to slip from the space she’d been positioned in.   arms immediately come to cover herself,   sinking teeth into her lower lip to suppress the urge to shake at the cold that hits her,   causing hairs and bumps to arise.

searching for her clothes,   squinting in the dark,   bending down to pick up and try examine the shirt between her fingers,   dictating whether or not it’s hers or vera’s.   however she’s quickly cut short,   words spoken out into silence that has saren jump,   a stuttering beneath her chest that threatens to shatter her ribs.   lips part as her head whips round,   making out the shape of the other appearing to now be sitting,   facing her.   it sounds far too quiet,   far too defeated that saren doesn’t think she could get a word out of her mouth,   it seemingly trapped down her throat like most.   such an unholy request,   sounding all too foreign coming from the governor;   the always so prim and proper,   all taped together neatly,   no cracks to be shown.

saren doesn’t need to even think about it,   (the ache of wanting you swells up in me like i’m on a raft that’s sinking,   and when my fingers undid your hair,   your sigh undid me)   dropping the shirt once clutched between her fingers,   not uttering a word or wasting another second before she’s returning back to the warmth,   sinking beneath crisp sheets and into comfort.  saren’s palm connects to vera’s thigh, slowly travelling up the woman’s side before taking hold of her arm and running the tips of her fingers down to the empty spaces.   squeezing her hand all too soft, bringing it up to vera’s chest,   slipping a knee between her legs and pulling the woman’s backside flush against her own front, nose digging into unkempt hair before meeting the shell of her ear.     “ i won’t go anywhere...   not if you don’t want me too. ”     softly spoken into the darkness,   mouth finding the edge of vera’s jaw before saren’s shifting to make herself comfortable,   nose pressing into vera’s shoulder as her grip tightens on the others hand,   pressing her body into vera’s completely.

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😎 (anonymous) where's your rules page?

rules are for shmucks

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`    ♡   .        PROMPT        ⅋        GUNPOWDER MILKSHAKE .

“  i  can’t  bail  on  you  again .  ”      @inherimage

DEFT DIGITS GET TO WORK,   ridding buttons—zippers;   all the fabric in her wake,   anything covering what she wants to see,   feel,   touch.   pushing vera’s hands away anytime they come to help,   anytime they come to touch her own body and saren almost lets out a huff,   index finger tipping up vera’s chin as she squints down at the woman.     “ don’t touch till i say. ”     a warning,   mouth finding vera’s momentarily,   lips buzzing and almost distracting herself before saren’s pulling away all too quick,   dragging the tips of her fingers down vera’s chest,   eyes glistening over as saren adjusts her position tightly nestled in vera’s lap.

tongue runs behind her front teeth,   sight running down the other open chest and she’s just about to dip a hand below before something is ringing;   words filtering into the air that saren braces a hand on the desk behind her,   brows tightly furrowed together.   oh,   for fuck sakes.  not this again.     “ then don’t.   say fuck it for once,   god.   they’ll survive without you for five minutes. ”     annoyance all too evident in her tone,   almost grunting as she plucks the radio from vera’s hands and tosses it somewhere far behind her,   hearing a clank and clatter fall that only has a grin on saren’s face appearing,   something toothy as it bubbles out from her throat,   a laugh slipping free.     “ now...   where was i? ”     brow lifting, cocking her head to the side as she rises to her knees,   palms coming to either side of vera’s face,   thumb sweeping over her lower lip as saren all but stares down at the other,   something smug beginning to wash across features.