#thread: sasha

[jvnimo]

@jupiterdrcps // Sasha tucked herself into one of the emptiest terminals, perched quietly atop a bar stool at an abandoned restaurant. With the way her emotions bubbled inside of her, she didn’t have the heart to put on her Sasha face right now, so she tried to stay still and unnoticed while she watched the scene unfold. Then entered the one person she did want to recognize her. “Kiran!” she called out to him, hoping he’d join her.

[anna-ines]

text 📲 anna ⇆ sasha

anna: if they were trying to book an appointment, you would think they would shit talk acupuncture directly to me in the process. like oops now my book is full for the forseeable future

anna [ten minutes later]: definitely meant to send that to someone else, and i don't take it back but i do acknowledge it was wildly unprofessional so don't judge me for it

[chaoticxwrites]

Sasha: I just started crying because I saw a pigeon on its own and I thought it looked sad

Sasha: this is all your fault

Sasha: you and your sperm.

Sasha: A PIGEON!

[jvnimo]

@jupiterdrcps // Hidden behind a thicket of trees, Sasha strummed absentmindedly at her guitar. She sat perched on a stump tucked in the Secret Woods, one of her favorite places to stow away from the prying eyes of the valley. Her breathing came easier now that she was completely alone for once, and she let her fingers dance however they wanted across the strings, just losing herself in the music for a moment. She jumped with a start, though, when she heard a rustle in the trees. “Who’s there?” she called out, posture rigid and eyes squinting into the woods.

[jvnimo]

@dcwdrops​ // It was late now. Most of the chaotic anxiety that followed the announcement had died by now, and much of the airport had drifted off to sleep. Sasha, though, couldn’t seem to catch any Zs. With a sigh, she took her belongings and stole away outside, her feet crunching on the untouched snow as she juggled her suitcase and her guitar in her two arms. Finally, she found some benches, deep under a large awning, spared from the blizzard and took a seat on one and popped out her guitar. She strummed aimlessly, so lost in thought that she didn’t notice Jillian approaching.

[jvnimo]

@qvietlight​ // it wasn’t like sasha would enjoy the fair anyway, so she spent most of her time there for work rather than leisure. now she stood poised by the potluck tables to serve people from gus’s finished dishes and direct them to the right place to set their offerings. someone approached her, and she nodded at them. “hi, can i help you?”

[jvnimo]

@dcwdrops // obviously sasha wouldn’t participate in the bug off. she hated bugs and the spirit of the valley, and there wasn’t any prize in the world she couldn’t buy. she was on her way to joja mart, the only place she ever went apparently, when she saw jillian carrying a big net through town. the taste of their last meeting was acid on her tongue, and she had to let it roll off in a jab. “of course you’re participating in the bug off, jilly bean,” she said in lieu of greeting.

[jvnimo]

@alwaysgcld // Finally, someone relieved Sasha from her post at the carnival games. As she slipped away from the booth and debated between returning home or enjoying the festivities, she accidentally bumped into Ben. Literally. “Oh, god, sorry,” she said apologetically as she stepped away. “I wasn’t paying attention to where I was going.”