Missy + Mac
Missy: I can't believe your dad almost caught us.
Missy: Are you sure he didn't see anything?
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Missy + Mac
Missy: I can't believe your dad almost caught us.
Missy: Are you sure he didn't see anything?
“ HERMIONE !! “
ron’s terrifying shriek is a bucket of ice water to the darkness. panting, she shoots upward from her hunched over perch at the table, sweat glistening over her forehead, wild curls clinging to the fine sheen. it takes her twenty-five seconds of deep breathing to realize where she is, another thirty to scramble up from the chair on shaking limbs and fifteen more to shove her belongings into her bag. nothing is organized, she’s going to regret being in such a hurry later, but there’s only one thought in mind, one place of solace from her disarray of nightmares refusing to leave her be.
she finds her on her usual perch, blonde hair a signature she can’t ignore. in her haze, hermione briefly believes it’s her sister instead of the one she seeks, but when she catches her scent, the faintness of her perfume combined with pure daphne... the brilliant witch drops her satchel before she’s throwing herself forward, thankful daphne seems to be alone, as she wraps her arms around her waist and buries her twisted, feverish features into the slytherin’s bosom. @tangledxpinblue
sms: grey + ivy
Sponsor: Finally have the chance to slack off, so naturally I thought of you.
Sponsor: Have you made it through the day alright, Ivy?
Bryson makes it to her place in record time; it’s a path he’s traversed before and though it takes him longer on his bike than it would have in his truck, he doesn’t want to have to worry about finding someplace to park . Nor does he really feel like driving after he’s already consumed one beer in the last hour or so. Locking his bike to the bike rack, he shoots Reagan another message, letting her know he’s outside. He’s excited, judging by the way he bounces on the balls of his feet, which are covered in a pair of bright red, fairly worn Converse. @tangledxpinblue
tangledxpinblue replied to your chat:entire convo
I love your okcupid posts haha
They stress me out. I have left that conversation as is.
Percival Wright III comes from old money; money he’s ostentatious about throwing around whenever he’s able. It’s why he lives in a lavish penthouse overlooking the city, why he drives an Italian made car which can shift from 0 to 100 in point zero five seconds and why he’s never seen in anything less than designer clothing. Why he walks with purpose, head held high and though he presents himself in such a manner of having wealth more than he should, he’s a humble sort of man. Most expect him to open his mouth and make a fool of himself instantaneously, but he’s intelligent and capable. He’s more than his money has made him, but it’s a rarity for anyone to see more of himself than what he presents to the world.
There is that one person, however. One person, the only person, he’s ever allowed himself to be open to. She stands before him now, the epitome of perfection in all of her sinewy glory, body as lithe and tight as it’d been a handful of years ago when he first laid eyes upon her. Who would’ve bet they would be at the same function so many years later, his hands tucked behind his back, dressed in his most expensive suit. She looks bored; rather irritated to be here, but he approaches her as a man of such wealth would approach a woman he finds interest in. “I take it you were dragged here by force?” He comments, his voice smooth, deep, a half smile tugging on his lips. @tangledxpinblue
Wesley: If you have any plans for this weekend, break them.
Wesley: Unless you're having a sleepover with your friends. Maybe I'll crash that.
Missy: Your dad called my mother asking me to come up to your territory tomorrow.
Missy: Any idea what he wants?