Apr 7, 2021
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the godspell brothers
how do you need to be loved.
gwaine : recklessly, like a horse running as fast as he can
you’ve been told that the way you love can never last & that heartbreak is inevitable. but you don’t want to love carefully. you want to love with reckless abandon. you want to love with everything you have & you want to be loved the same way. you don’t want them to worry about tomorrow. make today worth living for.
pike : carefully, like a gentle rain on dry earth
you’ve been left beaten down & by someone you really trusted & loved, so now love doesn’t come easy for you. you want it to. you want to love & to be loved, but you’re not sure you remember how. so you need someone else to take the lead. they have to be gentle & sweet & patient. they have to watch out for you & make sure you’re doing okay, because most days you feel a little fragile, if not totally shattered. but someone will come along who will put those pieces back together again.
sixton : deeply, like the vastness of the sea
you are a passionate person. you feel everything so intensely & that definitely includes love. you need someone who will match that passion, that intensity. you need someone who will care about you as much as you care about then, but you have a hard time finding that. you’re usually the one who loves more & it’s sad sometimes, but it’s okay. but you will find someone who loves you just as much as you love them.
STOLEN: @variousaints
@lcvedriven : sixton & winnifred
o1. it began with the rain. there were toys were strewn out on the lawn. sixton’s instinct had just been the clean it up. felt the thick sheet of droplets impacting on his shoulders & thought: not this again. maybe he saw a similar sight. old wooden toys, hand-carved & made with love rotting on their porch. forgotten in the face of much more important things——yes, it’s easy to justify it in retrospect. to apply meaning or scrub it away & convince himself he’d just wanted them out of the rain. he remembered seeing her eyes trail over the lawn, searching specifically for something before stopping at the sight of a ball on the balcony & the trampled flowers. there was something there, maybe. something akin to wordless understanding as she moved to help him arrange them neatly by the door. everyone dispersed to peer around the sides, investigate fences, but they stayed there, for a moment. stayed to prop the horse up by the wall properly, dabbing at the soaked fabric as best as they could with some of the cloths sixton kept on him.
they didn’t talk about it.
o2. it continued with some brief refuge from the deluge. victor led them into the parlour & sixton had just barely managed to wring himself into a state before he sat down across from the lady of the house. introductions first, he could do that. it all quickly fell apart afterwards. as soon as she had asked him if they were bookbinders like mr. ward himself, his mind had shut down. his voice caught in his throat & he thought, oh no. he——was very skilled in very particular conversations. outside of that, he was content to let others lead & he’d follow from a distance. thankfully, thankfully, winnifred had been there. florence’s gaze moved to him minutely before refocusing on winnifred. before talking to her. answering his questions to her. it was a weight off his back. she held through it so easily. didn’t comment on the pointed attention, but sixton was glad for it. eased his posture from the tense arc until he could watch florence properly. cataloguing her reactions, her facial expressions as she spoke about ward’s nighttime habits. he thought a lot about it as they walked outside & as he waited by the door for the interview with nixon to finish. he looked at the toys again, filing away the new bit of information for later. she seemed used to it. comfortable, even, with florence’s perceptions of her in a way that he could understand.
they didn’t talk about that either.
o3. then came the fog, lazy & green. chocked full of sediment & wastes that he roughly coughed out into his sleeve before turning his attention back to her. he gave her his coat, wrapping it over her shoulders just to give her something else to hide in & helped bundle her into a cab. he didn’t turn away until they arrived, holding out his hand to her & telling her gently that he was going to lay a hand on her back, getting a wordless nod before going through with it. he led her inside. had her sit down on a coach & knelt down, hands in his bag & turning to face the rest of them with a sharp voice. & then he was back to her, voice dropping to a gentle murmur. he thought about the woman in the parlour, wordlessly working with the flow of the dynamic & adapting. he thought about winnifred, dazed & mind scattered as if the memories of what had happened were sluggishly bleeding from the claw marks on her skin. he thought a lot about it. & then he talked. talked more than he had in all the hours they had known each other. talked as he explained everything he was doing, asking her gentle questions about whether she would be okay with him holding her arm as he cleaned her wounds. he narrated every step. went slow & carefully, holding her firm enough to tighten the bandages, but no more than that. he was gentle. deliberately gentle. wanted her to focus on his words, latch onto what was happening & claw back inches of control with every nod or shake of the head. he saw cassius give her his flask & he thought about stopping it. thought that perhaps it wasn’t a good idea——but he looked to her first. watched & waited to see what she would do. looked at her taking the flask & drinking it, grimacing at the taste, but holding steady all the same. that was good. it was——more than what he had been getting. so he let it go. allowed her that & focused on his tasks ahead.
he talked all the while.
o4. it all ended during the day. startlingly, it couldn’t have been more than two hours since they entered ward’s manor together. whole. a team of six, ready for some answers even if they were a little tense from this morning’s near altercation. he remembered coming out to darkness & it felt so perfectly right until it all washed away & then it wasn’t anymore. he tended to her again. slower than before. less single-mindedly focused & a little close to wavering himself. it was only his years in critical care that helped him stuff the remainder of his nerves down the barrel of his broken gun. he worked. diligently as he always did. & when her eyes opened he was reminded of the morning. i’ve had worse, she said point-blank & sixton paused for a very small second. yes, he thought. she most certainly had. the little pieces fitted together after a while. coming together slowly in the spaces between the conversations they didn’t have.
i hope you’ll have better, he did & does not say. i’ll make sure of it.
RELATIONSHIP HEADCANONS : selectively accepting
@deathinherited : sixton & cassius
o1. the first time sixton asks cassius to stay with him, it’s that evening. he’s finally finished taking care of the last of them. he’s guilty over the fact that in all, he had only spent five hours when it could have been six or maybe even longer. sixton looks out the window. towards the sky that's a colour of night just a single shade away from the ocean that killed his father & the total black that greeted them as they burst out from the ward manor. cassius stays the entire time. let me take you home, the man says in a soft voice, worried & tired. for all the forty-eight hours that sixton has truly known him, that sort of gentleness he’s only ever heard when cassius told that long, sad story of his sister & mother. sixton is too tired to protest. they catch a cab, both scrutinizing the face of the driver closely before spending the ride in silence. sixton lives close enough. he doesn’t know where cassius live, but as six turns back to look at him, one foot on the pavement, he sees the look of a man who’s about to set off to sea. a long journey. one arduous, dangerous & lonely. stay for the night, sixton blurts out before he can think better of it. for as long as you need. it says: i see you. i see what you’re doing & i know what it means. i can’t offer you much, but here’s a place to stay that’s warm. let me shelter you for at least one night. one night that we can be safe. one night that we don’t have to be alone.
o2. the first time he gets used to cassius, it’s maybe a month after the death of guinevere blackwood. they spend cassius’ birthday quietly & sixton finds him a small gift. a homely little dinner & then an extended offer to stay. a permanent place for him, even if it still is on the couch. the flat on the second floor is small & cramped & never meant for three, but it’s there if cassius wants it. it’s there if cassius needs a place that’s safe. & cassius does. sixton wakes up in the mornings to someone else cooking breakfast. to devlin & cassius making light conversation over the warm heat of the stove, falling into place together as sixton has with the scotsman himself. he gets to see cassius on the couch after sixton’s long rounds around the neighbourhood. gets to have someone else making him tea, telling him to sit down & rest his feet. he gets used to it. to him. & it will take sixton some time to really realize it, but one day he’ll clean up his desk & put on his coat to go home. & he’ll see cassius waiting for him at the door. he’ll see the small smile. the warmth of his brown eyes. & he’ll know for certain then, that regardless of what might happen, what tragedies await, cassius has made the decision to stay & you know what ? so has sixton. it says: this is the future i have chosen. this future that includes you & every part of you that comes after. i have made the conscious choice to move towards it, no matter what may happen and i will be with you every step of the way.
o3. the first time he falls in love with cassius, it’s night. the fire is still burning, but less vividly than before. as if it too recognized that it was time to turn in & try to sleep. sixton doesn’t sleep well on good days, but it’s a little better with cassius. they talk, sometimes. talk late into the evening about work, about their lives beforehand, about the latest bit of gossip sixton heard at the hospital. about nothing at all. sixton has gotten used to the routine of standing up from the couch, stretching his limbs & checking every latch & window frame thoroughly before bidding cassius a soft good night. he’ll linger by the door frame for just a second too long before disappearing into his own room. one far emptier & colder. in the grand scheme of things, you’ll miss it, but here it is again: sixton hovers, eyes cast back towards the light. towards cassius as he begins to pull his duvet from the cupboard, hand running through his hair. sixton turns back to close the door & lights a candle, pulling out a blank piece of paper before beginning to write. he collects a list of things to talk about in the morning. books he thinks cassius might like, little flecks of things that might entertain or be useful to the man later. things that just made sixton think of him, written down in his neatest penmanship, slow & deliberate & careful. cassius will never see the list, but sixton memorizes it. commits to it for the morning & burns that page to cinders. it says: here are the ways that i love you & here are the things that i love. i can’t even begin to untangle the feeling inside of my chest, but it’s present in everything i do, in everything i think. you might never know it, but it doesn’t make it any less real.
o4. the first time he realizes he’s in love with cassius, it’s not an actual moment that exists. because here’s the thing: it doesn’t just come to a head in one definable scene. that’s too simple for someone like cassius, who’s real & layered & complex. sixton spends a long time falling in love with him & realizing it after the fact. he’ll look over one day & he’ll think, i love the spark in your eyes when you talk about your work. the passion that ignites cassius, the smile that crinkles the corners of his eyes & raises the shape of his moustache. sixton will look at cassius another moment & think, i love the angle of your shoulders when you don’t think anyone’s watching & you’ve allowed yourself a little weakness. the softness underneath all the callouses. the core that the alcohol hasn’t quiet burned out yet. he’ll look a thousand times more. at every facet of cassius that he’s allowed to see. the cassius of different weekdays, the cassius that greets him when sixton’s nodding off, caught between a moment of wakefulness & sleep, the cassius at his home, in the park, at his side, reading the newspaper & drinking tea that sixton’s made specifically for him. he’ll realize it all in little parcels over time, that he’s in love. he’s never been in love before & he might not have the actual words for it yet, but he knows it deep in his soul. it says: this is special. all of it is. i am choosing now to give power to it. to see the purpose in everything that we do, the potential in what's been strung between us. i want to work on this. cultivate it and see it what it’ll grow into together with you.
RELATIONSHIP HEADCANONS : accepting
@deathinherited : mamihlapinatapei, the look between two people in which each loves the other, but is too afraid to make the first move.
neither of them had talked about anything apart from the initial offer. the rare initiative from sixton godspell himself who, to this day, was still processing that sudden decision of his. devlin had taken it better. he usually did. simply looked at cassius when two came home instead of the usual one, eyes cold & critical. he didn’t say anything apart from noting that the living room got cold in the evening, but the couch was quite comfortable & then smiled before disappearing into his own room. sixton made dinner & pointed out where the spare sheets were stored. he said good night, hovering for a second as cassius started to settle. the unfamiliar sight of someone else in his home. someone moving, setting up the couch for tonight——
sixton turned around, deciding that he really had nothing to say at all.
@millionwoes : sixton & adelaide
o1. she thanks him for helping miriam. he remembers that. sometimes he thinks about it, especially when he revisits the journals related to those specific two days he had filled over the course of several evenings. thumbs through his initial thoughts of her. the gratitude at making the first step so he didn’t have to. the following instances of concern every time he faltered which happened more often than sixton really felt comfortable with. he had thought she had a reasonable head on her shoulders & he wouldn’t mind following her lead. of course, he also remembers the words she had said to that creature. if i give you this book, will you let me go. admittedly, he doesn’t think about that often. it’s hard to remember amidst everything else that was happening, but it’s stuck there now. a mark against her ? sixton doesn’t exactly think so. he can’t really put his thumb on it. sixton doesn’t exactly consider himself that perceptive, but he knows people. despite his best attempts to keep his distance, circumstances have put him in the paths of all different sorts. he’s been thanked before, of course. he’s been cursed at a lot too——but they all felt so temporary. he’s used to people flitting in & out of his life possibly forever. whether it’s going home through their own means or the quiet way he’d have to clean the sheets & fold the corners crisply. there’s usually never an after. an expectation of actually continuing the conversation beyond the initial exchange. is that what he wants ? he doesn’t know, but he likes adelaide well enough. there’s something there, maybe. potential. a collection of stones that might be enough to build a foundation for something to be built there in the future.
o2. she doesn’t work in their division, technically, but sixton makes an effort to go down to artifact storage from time to time. he invites her to tea & there’s a part of him that’s delightful about having a job where he can do that. his many grievances aside, it’s nice to be able to sit down, have a chat over some cups & catch up. it’s an experience every time. he’s never quite done this before. the whole——friendship thing, if that’s what it can be called. he’s not entirely certain. nothing about their relationship has exactly been conventional given that they knew about each other for about an hour before they finally exchanged names. no, he’s not good at this at all. but he wants to try. pencils in reminders to himself to go down once per day & say hello. the pocket watch he keeps on him is broken so he’s learned to keep time in his head. like clockwork, he pokes his head in & offers a shy wave, maybe even a little greeting. he knocks first, of course. knocks & waits for anyone’s voice to admit him inside & makes eye contact with the people there with varying degrees of success depending on the day. braves it all to talk to adelaide, relearning how to smile in a way that doesn’t feel like it had been dragged up from the bowels of a musty attic.
o3. they talk, sometimes, which is how they find out their shared interest in the stars. sixton hadn’t thought about the stars in so long, but it eventually came up in conversation. he worked down a pre-made list of topics, off-handedly mentioning that he had a slight interest in them. specifically, navigation. i learned about the constellations when i was younger. it was easier to see them in plymouth. & it had spiralled onwards from there. like a spark had been lit between them. before they had been pleasant enough. quiet, as they both tend to be. & it was fine between them. it was nice. there was little expectation between them, just the open offer of company & perhaps an ear if either of them needed it. it was enough. but this——this is something special. something that brings a light to their eyes & sixton finds himself learning forwards. the ways he would try before. the practiced motions & concerted efforts——they are nothing compared to the life stirring inside him now. the way his eyes widen a little, softening the permanent lines underneath them. the way his mouth curves around a glowing light. they’re talking about it & sixton finds himself reaching back towards the boxes of things he usually never talks about. the charts he has at home, the old compass that he keeps on his person, the equipment he hasn’t touched since they moved to london. it’s——nice, in a lot of ways. mostly it’s just nice to be able to share those dusty little parcels of himself. to see someone else get excited over the sky above them. to talk like this, happily & easily, as if they were two close friends.
o4. eventually, he does go with her to cambridge. accepts her offer & packs his bags. it feels like a tremendous step forwards for a lot of things. for himself, for them. devlin had smiled at him when he spoke about his plans. all relieved & a little teasing: i didn’t know you even knew what that word meant, sixton, he said. sixton huffed, but he did smile. which perhaps was surprisingly in & of itself. he was looking forwards to it. partly to reconnect with a part of himself he once lost, but also because it was her. it was adelaide & it was becoming easier to exist alongside her. to be her friend. they’re surprisingly similar in a lot of respects, which might be why it made things difficult at first. he didn’t really know what to think of her so he thought a lot & worn a track in his mind with how much he pondered. there’s a lot they leave unsaid. but——that’s fine, he thinks. because they’re talking a bit more now. a bit more naturally & easily with the little strings they can use to relate to each other. it’s a friendship that needed a lot of care, before. attention like a seed being put in the ground. & now it’s beginning to poke out from the dirt, verdant & vibrant with something unique between them. it’s taken a lot of work & there’s still a lot of work ahead, but this ? this is good. really good. he makes her tea & they stand in the balcony, maps spread between them looking at the pinpricks of light above, tracing lines & sharing stories. unsurprisingly, she’s the first one who hears about his father. he tells her about how he learned from his father. he’d been a sailor, back in the day. all this equipment, the notes scribbled on the old star charts——they’re his. & it means a lot to say that. even just to bring his father up in conversation, skirting around the deeper details. later on, he might cry before he goes to sleep. but for now, he’s smiling. softly & a little shyly, expression relaxed & full of peace.
RELATIONSHIP HEADCANONS : selectively accepting
——— 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐄𝐓 !
▌𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐋 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄 : sixton godspell
▌𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐋𝐄 𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐍 : single ( though quite taken with cassius )
▌𝐀𝐁𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐑 𝐏𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐒 : he’s pretty good with the medicines & the first aids.
▌𝐄𝐘𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐑 : dark brown
▌𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐑 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐑 : dark brown
▌𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐘 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐒 : mortimer godspell ( father / deceased ), elizabeth godspell ( mother / deceased ), devlin godspell ( brother ), doctor deidre stern ( mentor / surrogate parent ), vigilo crew ( while ‘ family ’ is not the word he would choose, he does mean it. they’re certainly beyond coworkers despite his attempts to distance himself. )
▌𝐏𝐄𝐓𝐒 : none. he’s mildly allergic to cats, though he does love them. dogs greately concern him & other pets make him mildly uncomfortable too.
▌𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 : water. specifically large bodies of it, but even the rain can leave him a bit rattled and uneasy. he also dislikes the military, law enforcement, people who won’t address the dead or injured first in favour of officializing work contracts.
▌𝐇𝐎𝐁𝐁𝐈𝐄𝐒 / 𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐒 : writing. reading. taking long walks & sitting on benches alone to just people watch or just not think. ( though if pigeons come to roost, he’ll quickly vacate the premises. ) tea & making tea. baking. talking stars with adelaide.
▌𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐔𝐑𝐓 𝐀𝐍𝐘𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄 : that creature that took guinevere among possibly countless others. he generally tries not to hurt people if he can help it. it goes against his entire mo.
▌𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐍𝐘𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄 : he did participate in & contribute to the killing of that creature. & while this isn’t actually true at all, he does consider himself to be his father & mother’s murderer.
▌𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐇𝐀𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐒 : impulsive. like. it’s a problem & i don’t know if people realize quite how dangerously impulsive he can be. he also is so willing to discard himself for the sake of others regardless of what that will entail. his professional oblige will get him into a lot of trouble, too.
▌𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐒 : mortimer & deidre. for very different reasons.
▌𝐒𝐄𝐗𝐔𝐀𝐋 𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 : aesexual
▌𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 𝐎𝐍 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐆𝐄 / 𝐊𝐈𝐃𝐒 : marriage hasn’t ever crossed his mind. as for kids——i don’t think he actually likes kids. he’s gentle & understanding with them all the same because while he doesn’t like them, he cares for them & their wellbeing a lot. he’s the type to stop & answer their questions, but he’ll look very uncomfortable the entire time. that helpless i do not want to be here oh my god what have i gotten myself into kind of look someone desperately wanting to bail, but cannot for reasons of their own making.
▌𝐒𝐓𝐘𝐋𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒 : plain, practical & moderately comfortable clothes. trends towards a neutral palette. he doesn’t like to be very noticeable. he also likes the fit of clothes that are a little too large. also ribbons. he likes ribbons & nice hair ties.
▌𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 : devlin, deidre & while not quite there yet both in terms of actual feelings & his awareness of said feelings, he does have a lot of affection & trust towards cassius specifically.
▌𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐀𝐂𝐇 𝐓𝐎 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏𝐒 : making connections beyond a surface level ( work ) relationship is difficult. it takes a long time for him to open up or a very traumatic set of incidences. he is generally quite amiable, but very much not interested in making any deeper connection. he doesn’t usually hang out after hours & declines any invitations, citing that he’s busy or tired. i don’t think he’s necessarily afraid of making friends, he’s just very bad at it. he also tends to be a professional first & a person second. miriam was probably the first person he felt comfortable to call friend in a long time.
▌𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 𝐎𝐍 𝐏𝐈𝐄 : it’s comforting. meat pies remind him of his childhood home & happier, simpler days. sweet pies are alright. he’s not one for sweets in general.
▌𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐃𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐊 : he doesn’t drink alcohol anymore. though if he had to pick, probably gin.
▌𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 𝐀𝐓 : home. he just likes being home. while his own room tends to be very barren, the living room is filled with books both godspell brothers read. teas that they like. little collection of things that prove that they’re alive & they’ve been living.
▌𝐒𝐖𝐈𝐌 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐂𝐄𝐀𝐍 : god no. neither. especially not the ocean.
▌𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐓𝐘𝐏𝐄 : he likes someone who makes him feel safe. someone who will protect him & keep him steady. who’d be happy to exist quietly with him & who cares. cares as much as he does, vastly, deeply & completely. & above-all, he likes someone who will come home every night. who’ll make the effort to be safe themselves & make sure that no matter what they do, they can still come back, turn the handle of the door & say i’m home.
▌𝐂𝐀𝐌𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐑 𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐎𝐑𝐒 : indoors.
𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐆𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐘 : @lcvedriven 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐆 : vigilo gang + if you see this, then you.
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sixton godspell.
𝙱𝙰𝚁𝙱𝙰𝚁𝙸𝙰𝙽 » toothy grins, stories around the campfire, clothes covered in pet hair, hot temper, old jeans, heartbeat in head, potatoes and steak, beaded jewelry, bruises like galaxies, mementos, backpack stuffed full, craigslist furniture, spontaneous road trips, air ripped from lungs
𝙱𝙰𝚁𝙳 » homemade bread, white lies, easily excited, trying on hats, band geek, pep talks, no impulse control, sunsets, vintage fashion, long showers, selfies, following dreams, rosy cheeks, song mash-ups, pink lemonade with tequila, loves easily, animated storyteller, full of comebacks
𝙲𝙻𝙴𝚁𝙸𝙲 » list of wishes, biting their tongue, band-aids and neosporin, shoulder to cry on, morning sun, necklaces, trial and error, homemade quilts, formal clothing, astrology fan, messages in bottles, pleated braids, speaking up for friends, feathers, motivational quotes, vivid dreams
𝙳𝚁𝚄𝙸𝙳 » bird watching, shy kid, wind chimes, trying to whistle, summer camp, apple orchards, lost in their head, glow-in-the-dark stars on the ceiling, hoodies, thrift shopping, saving worms off the sidewalk, pig latin, bare feet, thunderstorms, numb fingers, braided hair, naming potted plants
𝙵𝙸𝙶𝙷𝚃𝙴𝚁 » goose bumps, leather jackets, adventure, chewing nails, cares deeply but can’t show it, bronze locks, no sleep, taste of iron, netflix binges, never forgets, combat boots, stories behind scars, table for one, official soundtracks, sore calves, trusts themselves the most
𝙼𝙾𝙽𝙺 » always trying to be better, wanderlust, meditation, sweat pants, old photographs, yoga, sleeping in hammocks, nostalgia, minimalist design, breath of fresh air, baby animals, volunteering, perfectionist, doesn’t care about fashion, healthy snacks, noticing the little things
𝙿𝙰𝙻𝙰𝙳𝙸𝙽 » school uniforms, thick jackets, sleeping with the windows open, logical advice, scrapbooking, compasses, i fight for my friends, sculpture gardens, cold morning air, big soul, likes routine, secret romantic, last to get jokes, sunflowers, practical presents, misty weather
𝚁𝙰𝙽𝙶𝙴𝚁 » herbal tea, smell of rain, blinking away tears, camping trips, collecting bones, swiss army knives, first impressions, anxious thoughts, bobby pins, burnt marshmallows, too competitive, clothes lines, messenger bags, holding grudges, gets along better with animals than people
𝚁𝙾𝙶𝚄𝙴 » flirtatious sarcasm, candid photos, lost phone chargers, adrenaline rush, picking dirt out from beneath their nails, social chameleon, clashing clothes, self-deprecating jokes, claw machines, sits in chairs wrong, smudged eyeliner, has too many sunglasses, eats nothing or everything
𝚂𝙾𝚁𝙲𝙴𝚁𝙴𝚁 » infectious laugh, family trees, shivers down their spine, lipstick and roses, mood swings, clumsy, believing in destiny, high expectations, sleeping in darkness, collection of nail polish, passionate, good grades but never studies, poetry books, blowing kisses, not knowing their own strength
𝚆𝙰𝚁𝙻𝙾𝙲𝙺 » knowing everyone’s secrets, backpack covered in pins, envy, being in walmart late at night, earl grey, selective memory, conspiracy theories and cryptids, keysmashing, need to know basis, can’t cook, bags under eyes, experimental art, flickering bulbs, black clothing all year long
𝚆𝙸𝚉𝙰𝚁𝙳 » piles of textbooks, cat in lap, keeping a diary, indecisions, scented candles, studying alone in a café, lingering touches, museum dates, unanswered questions, taking on too much responsibility, collections, chalk dust, comfy robes, unnecessary apologies, coming home after a long day
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