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@licbilitiies / ( alex drake. sc ! )
“ you live, you learn, you love . . . you’re dead. “
@licbilities, for villanelle
“This looks very bad.” Mary’s voice is soft, gentle, her eyes upturned toward the young woman’s face, beseeching. “I... I understand, if you prefer not to, but are you sure I can’t convince you to see a doctor? I know one, in another town, very discreet, very...” She’s not sure she’s making any headway. “I’m just very worried. I would hate for you to get an infection, or...”
@licbilities liked for a starter.
“Typical, that’s a human being for you,” Endora sighs, shaking her head in disgust. “They can’t see anything they don’t believe in, even if it’s right before their eyes.”
@licbilities:
i drew jane :)
stunning. magnifique
@licbilities
it’s early; early enough that dew drops still cling to the brilliant green grass of the academy’s lawn and a thin mist still haunts the grounds like a phantom, the sun not yet bright enough to vanquish it back from whence it came. brown eyes examine the grounds from behind the glass of a kitchen window, and wendy peyser shakes her head in disbelief. she turns her head at the sound of soft footsteps. none of the girls are awake yet, she knows. and even if they were awake and shuffling about the house, she could easily recognize cordelia’s footsteps. ‘ good morning, ’ the groundskeeper greets the blonde, a slight smile tinging her expression. ‘ look at this, ’ she says, voice light with almost-laughter, ‘ i just mowed yesterday afternoon and the grass is already almost ready to be cut. ’ head shakes slightly and the brunette raises her mug of tea to her lips. ‘ sometimes i swear it’s enchanted or something, ’ she tacks on, before taking a sip.
❛ i promise, i finished all of my homework. where’s my surprise? ❜
@licbilities for ally //
licbilities replied to your post: !!!!! guess who just picked up two new plant...
Pics!!
look at them!! they’re so perfect!!!
‘ Virtue, how frail it is! ‘ Lana-lana-bo-bana
it’s too god damn hot for this. blanche has damp handfuls of hair curled and pressed to the top of her head with her hand. the opposite hand pulls down the collar of that light silk slip; barely there, hardly touching and still some how still too hot with the air conditioning out as it has the entire blessed afternoon. she feels faint with it. sitting in the window, head out to the breeze that stirs in lazy fits and cools sweat wet skin. she sighs heavily, rolls her eyes. sullen as a teenager when she rises to move and drape over the loveseat, the gesture lazy and feline as the heat itself. “how can you read the news when it’s so hot?” she’s whining now, hiking her skirt up. “how can you do anything at all when it’s so terribly hot out?” when she looks to lana it is with an even mix of exhaustion and genuine curiosity. “how can you wear that suit?” only the skirt, but even so. she fans herself idly with her hand but it hardly stirs a breeze and she whines, high and keening, as she throws her head back over the arm.