#petaledshe

[tealtendrils]

⤱ —- @floweredfae​​ / liked for a short starter.

❛ I’m pretty certain if Fairy Godmother knew he was in here she wouldn’t be too pleased, Allie. ❜

[tealtendrils]

⤱ —- @floweredfae​​ & I plotted a thing...

Uma wasn’t thrilled. She hadn’t been for days. Not since she had been pulled aside and told about a plan of finding her a roommate because someone was concerned about her not making many friends here. It was laughable. And, honestly, Uma wanted to tell them straight that there were many things to be concerned about and this wasn’t one of them. Whatever she had said in protest fell on deaf ears. She was cursing herself for it as she packed up the few belongings she did have into a duffel. Why was she moving rooms? Wasn’t she being punished enough by getting a roommate to begin with? Why couldn’t they come to her?

But then she was walking down a familiar hallway, duffel in hand, toward a door she also knew well. The young sea-witch’s eyes widened in horror because no, they hadn’t gone there. Uma knew why the room was familiar. And as much as she enjoyed Allie’s company, and she got a feeling of satisfaction from helping the half-fae, this was a step too far.

The amount of cusses running through her head at that moment were endless.

Yes, she’d been here overnight before — a few nights in fact — but the thought of not being able to escape the happy aura of Allie made her begin to panic. There was definitely a thing of being too happy and sometimes Allie was the epitome of it.

She had stood in the hallway for at least ten minutes. A part of her wanting to just turn back to her old dorm, lock the door, and never leave. But she knew someone would come looking when she didn’t turn in for her classes, and this was the only option she had remaining.

Reluctantly, she knocked. A scoff on her lips because who knocked on their own dorm door? But here she was, doing just that.

Uma waited all of a second before she let her hand find the handle and pushed the door open, bringing herself and her duffel inside, eyes catching onto the bright aura of the room already. Great.

It wasn’t long before she spotted Allie, ❛ According to this, ❜ Uma pulled a slip of paper from her pocket, holding it in her hand like it was going to explode at a moments notice, ❛ I’m your new roommate... ❜

— And just like that there was no going back from it.

[tealtendrils]

⤱ —- @floweredfae​ (cont. from here.)

There should have been surprise on her face when she walked in to find Allie standing on a chair trying to reach into the beams of their cottage’s ceiling. There should have been, but there wasn’t at all.

Uma knew she would have gone looking for the sewing kit eventually. That Allie would get bored and find something with a hole in to patch up around their home. It wasn’t uncommon at all. 

Instead of surprise, she’s miffed. 

Standing at the side of the chair watching the half-fae stretch to reach the beam. Her hands are firm on her hips, lips pressed together in a tight line, eyebrows expertly high on her forehead.

Waiting was a game Uma was great at. 

Biding her time as she stood there, her foot resisting the urge to give a nervous tap. 

Of course, Kitty gives the game away. Walking into the room like any cat did with such confidence and neediness. Letting out a mewl looking for attention that startled Allie more than it had Uma.

There should have been surprise at the motion of Allie falling, but Uma was so instinctive that her arms moved from her hips to catch her instantly. Save her the pretty small drop to the hard wooden floor of their attic.

There should have been surprise at it all.

And yet, the only time she is surprised, is when she opens her mouth to let out a barrage of warnings and I told you so’s toward Allie, for she finds herself silenced by the half-fae’s lips pressed to her own. 

For a moment, she’s kissing back, because who wouldn’t kiss Allie back?

Then she’s catching herself in the action. 

Pulling away because kisses confused feelings and Uma definitely should not be kissing Allie in return.

The girl is still in her arms, of course, bridal style, Uma doesn’t dwell on the intimacy of the position they’re in as she clears her throat, the sound resonating against the insides of her cheeks with her lips still closed around it.

❛ You, uh... hit your head on the way down or something? ❜ She doesn’t normally stumble to find her words, so she’s very clearly flustered. 

[sheshined]

@petaledshe​ says: ‘ audrey says we don’t associate with people named linda. it’s just a rule. ’ ☼

that    seemed    .    .    .    sort    of    mean.    maggie    didn’t    personally    know    any    lindas,    but    what    was    wrong    with    them?    what    if    a    linda    was    her    new    best    friend?    the    exclusivity    of    it    all    –––    WE    DON’T    ASSOCIATE    ––––    makes    her   want    to    crawl    out    of    her    skin.    “    and    you    just    listen    to    her?    because    she    says    so?    ”

[sheshined]

@petaledshe​ says: ‘ this is lawless land. ’ ☼

she     hears     it     before     she     sees     it     –     a     war     cry     shout,     the     projectile     soaring     through     the     air     and     splattering     against     the     wall     behind     her.     then     she     feels     it.     droplets     of     freezing     cold     water     on     the     back     of     her     neck,     soaking     into     her     hair,     seeping     into     her     clothes.     auradon     prep     was     all     about     teaching     kindness,     civility,     chivalry.     there     was     one     day     a     year     where     all     of     that     went     out     the     window.     THE     ANNUAL     WATER     BALLOON     FIGHT.     you     didn’t     make     friends     here,     you     made     battle     plans.     if     you     were     maggie,     you     made     sure     you     were     out     of     the     line     of     fire.

so     she’s     stayed    posted     behind     her     barrier,     a     pink     water     balloon     in     her     grip.     she     glances     over     at     allie,     eyes     wide,     “     well     what     do     we     do?     how     many     of     them     are     out     there?     ”     more     importantly     –     “     is     chad     out     there?     he’s     a     got     a     mean     arm     on     him.     ”     she     learned     that     the     hard     way     when     she     accidentally     got     pelted     by     a     blue     water     balloon     meant     for     ben.

[angerbuilt]

IT’S A MEME

@petaledshe​ said: sorry for calling you so late.

“it’s okay.” she moves to lay down on the bed with phone in hand, resting against her ear. she stretches out her legs with a soft sigh. “what’s going on? what do you wanna talk about?” because something is obviously up, something is wrong, otherwise why would her phone be ringing so late into the night? 

[violatile]

‘ c’mon , no one’s going to post anything bad about you . everybody loves you . ’ ( @petaledshe​ )

her    head    whips    around    so    fast    she    feels    the    strain    in    her    neck.    eyes    narrow    into    slits.    maybe    if    she    squinted    hard    enough,    she    could    see    what    the    hell    she    was    talking    about.    “    who?    who    is    everybody?    name    ONE    person    who    loves    me,    allie.    ”

[blindhim]

          “    it’s  just  funny  that  the  school  just  forgets  that  a  month  ago  there  were  active  hunting  traps  out  here.    ”    cosmo said, every word dripping with sarcasm as he watched their activities teachers hand out trail maps to some of the rest of their year. whoever had thought that hiking through the preserve would be a good bonding session for their year group had obviously been high.    “    and  by  funny,  i  mean  not  funny  at  all.    ”  //  @petaledshe  ♡‘d  for  a  starter