#peach cavanaugh

[sagewalshx]

for: @peachcav​​ location: sage’s apartment, downtown ithaca

Four drinks in and Sage’s pace had more sway in it than purpose, and the paintbrush in her grip dripped fuchsia onto the wooden planks of her apartment floor. The canvas that the two of them laboured over was starting to look less like anything tangible and more like a Pollock, but the laughter that streamed from her lips was real enough to make up for the mess. Her bright gaze turned to Peach, and she let out a sound of delight, leaning into her friend to brush her thumb against a high cheek bone. “You’ve got paint there,” she chided, though the gesture did nothing more than smear the cerulean onto her skin. “I’m making it worse,” Sage lamented, reaching with her other hand (also covered in paint) to steady her hold on her best friend’s jaw. Her touch brought a mandarin orange onto the palette of Peach Cavanaugh, before she buckled forward slightly, giggling. “Maybe I should give up while we’re ahead?”

[mickeysvillegas]

for: @peachcav​ location: just outside of ithaca

The bass trembled like a second heart beat as Mickey drove into the inky night— the windows let in a rush of cool air and Peach’s light hair whipped around her features, half obscuring a grin that matched his own. It was a bad habit that they’d gotten into, stealing away when the stars spat light out against the indigo sky, but it was one that he found far too difficult to break. As they rolled to a stop atop a hill, the vehicle rumbling its protest as wheels stripped near bald crunched against dusty gravel, Mickey gestured out to the city below them. “It’s not half-bad when you see it like this,” he noted, peeling his attention away from the window to fix it back to his passenger, “Shouldn’t you be getting back soon?” His head tipped as he teased, and dark curls shifted with the motion. “I’m pretty sure you’ve got class in the morning, Peachy."