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Class Appreciation Day
Top 4 betrayals
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Whoniverse: Class - It’s quite unstable–liable to kill us all at any moment. Is that why that sent you? Expendable?
touch prompts: dorothea ames and the partner of your choice, stroking hair
Quill doesn’t know how she finds herself with her head in Dorothea’s lap, doesn’t quite understand what’s supposed to be soothing about the gesture, but all she knows is that she’s here now, and it is soothing, somehow.
There’s one hand on Quill’s shoulder, and one stroking her hair. Delicate fingers trail through the soft blonde strands, and through all of Quill’s viciousness, she can’t bring herself to push her away. So she gives in. Lays there and lets Dorothea hold her, because why not? It feels nice-- which isn’t usually a word that she would pair with the headmistress, but she won’t deny it.
Her fingers absently trace letters on Dorothea’s bare knee; a jumble of words from a language long lost. Dorothea sighs happily at the touch, buries her fingers deeper into Quill’s hair, gives her scalp a little massage by means of appreciation. Quill hums. That feels good. More than good, in fact. She’s quite happy to lay there all afternoon, so long as Dorothea doesn’t stop touching her.
It’s funny how relationships flourish, Quill muses-- how... sentimental she’s let herself become. Dorothea was a fierce enemy, but an even better friend (and, she admits, a rather incredible lover). She felt a flash of it that first time at the house, when Dorothea pulled the gun on Matteusz. When she sold Quill out to Charlie as a double-crossing liar. When she promised to remove the arn and let her walk free.
Kicking the shit out of that car had felt pretty nice, too, but not as nice as this. Not as nice as being appreciated.
The words that leave Quill’s mouth are reluctant, barely above a whisper-- but they’re still spoken, and they carry more weight than any battlecry ever has.
“Thank you.”
in coal hill we don't say 'i love you' we say 'you're...intriguing' and i think that's beautiful
could you do quill and red umbridge for 3a? pls and thank
I SURE CAN ANON YOU WONDERFUL PERSON
(also has my red umbrage thing caught on?? didn’t expect that to happen lol)
Dorothea & Quill
I was just randomly doodling at school and then they just appeared on the paper idk