#threads ft. donatella

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location: bean me up on campus

time: ten fourteen pm, december seventeenth 

with: donatella ( @dcnatellas ) 

as soon as the cafe got quiet, ella decided it was time to take her break. she’d forgotten to bring a snack with her (her mind was all over the place, nowadays) so she bit the bullet and paid for one of the cafe’s gingerbread cookies and a medium hot chocolate before walking to her seat in the corner. but, there in her usual spot, sat donatella herself. ella couldn’t hide the way she slumped at the sight of her. 

ella couldn’t exactly turn around without looking suspicious, so she sat down at the table next to the woman, shooting her a strained smile. “hi, donna,” she said, running her thumb over the lid of her drink.or maybe donna couldn’t afford a train ride home, ella wondered cruelly, but she shook herself of that thought. she didn’t like how this bitterness built in her; sometimes she feared it would explode out of her without her permission. she’d guiltily daydreamed about cussing people out in her lowest moments, and immediately felt shame for it. she’d rather smile and keep the peace, keep it all inside of her. “are you... i mean, you’re stuck here, too?”

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location: donatella & eden’s apartment 

date: eight seventeen pm, december twenty-first 

with: donatella ( @plcttwist )

ella knew this was a supremely weird idea, one that... that might not be received super well. still, she clung to the little patterned box in her hand, shuffling along the street towards eden and donna’s apartment. hopefully, this would provide a distraction for both her and donna, make her feel a little useful, like she wasn’t drowning with no way to right herself. when she got to the front door, she knocked primly, and tried for a smile when donna answered. 

“hey,” she said, looking down at the box, trying to keep her poker face on. “this is... this is kinda out of the blue, but i just... i dunno, with everything going on, i just. that party thing i was talking about, we should do it. just to... to make everyone else feel better, i guess? or at least to bring everyone together.” she brought the box up with both hands. “i just found my old stationary kit, and i thought about it again, and it would be cool to, like, i dunno, do like... handwritten invitations to people? i think that would be a nice touch.” she gave a little shrug. “sorry, i... that was a lot. can i come in?”