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imessage → vera

arlo: would you say that you trust me?

arlo: because i have a proposition for you

arlo: wait. that's not the right word. proposition makes it sound like you can turn it down and i don't think you should

#* text #verafloros #* ft. vera

Snow Angels, Bed & Breakfast!

snow angels: what’s your favorite kind of weather?

answered !

bed and breakfast: what do you like to do on tuesdays?

“tuesdays?” he wrinkles his nose and laughs. “tuesdays are typically rather slow, at least for work. i guess i just do a lot of cleaning and organizing, then if the weather’s nice, i’ll sit on the beach and read or sketch. get dinner with a friend. nothing crazy.”

#* answered #verafloros #* i'm me i'm god i'm everything !

Arawn, Rhiannon

Arawn: What is the most terrifying thing you’ve ever done?

“I’ve never once felt fear while doing something. Nothing terrifies me.”

Rhiannon: Have you ever been betrayed?

“No, and the secret is to never expect anything from anyone. This way when they eventually do something to hurt you then you won’t be surprised thus won’t feel betrayed.”

#ans;#verafloros

yellow

yellow: if you could have any view from your bedroom window what would you choose?

“I think I quite like the view from my bedroom now. It’s beautiful and overlooks the sea and every morning the sun hits the window just right. It’s the perfect view and if I ever have to move out I think it’ll be the thing I miss most.”

what’s your favorite thing to do on a sunny day?

“If the weather is really nice I love to swim. I’m not the best swimmer but I’m great at floating so just relaxing on the water feels heavenly.”

what do you consider lucky?

“Lucky? I don’t really think there’s such a thing as luck. I think people usually get what they work for and if thinks happen that makes them think they’re lucky then it’s just the universe being generous.”

what made you smile today?

“Pria woke me up by nuzzling his face into my face and though he was slobbering all over me it was the sweetest thing ever. He doesn’t usually do that which is why it made me smile.”

what makes you happy?

“Many things but mostly my friends and my uhm, Eden. Just all the people I love, they’re the ones that make me happiest.”

#ans;#verafloros

✆, &, #

Send “✆” for a MORNING text.

[ outgoing → vera ] imma be late[ outgoing → vera ] i forgot about the shift lol

Send “&” for a LOVING text.

[ outgoing → vera ] yeah ofc its ok[ outgoing → vera ] u dont ever need to ask me that[ outgoing → vera ] im not ever going anywhere[ outgoing → vera ] alright??

Send “#” for a RANDOM text.

[ outgoing → vera ] wtf are they called??[ outgoing → vera ] toe beans??[ outgoing → vera ] either way, fucking adorable

#*/ answers #ft. vera #verafloros

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♘ our muses cuddling in a blanket fort

it’s a hollowness she can’t quite sate. her heart’s a fragile beast — one that quickly falls and ever so slowly picks itself up again — and despite how in love she feels during the act of love, sometimes it’s just sex. but until she’s met with the punctuated idea that she should ‘probably head home’ thea can never quite tell the difference. her eyes are swollen by the time her key’s in the lock, tears already threatening to fall, but despite the time, despite the reprehensible choices she makes and the disaster they wreak upon their shared living quarters, vera’s ever the confidante, ever the sister, ever the friend who — when she’s found herself scattered into body parts — helps thea to lock herself back together.

“you’re too good to me, vee–” the confession comes after the wine bottles been emptied, the two of them having moved on to tea. she still tastes of white wine, the lazy intoxication it brings enough to make her smile, though it’s the cold kind of smile of a china doll, for it doesn’t quite reach thea’s eyes. “much too good, i’m afraid. and i don’t deserve it.” though despite how deserving, vera’s hands stroking through her hair bring her more comfort than she can bare to lose in the present moment, her body shrinking into a fetal position against the mound of cushions, as she draws her head into vera’s lap. “silly to get so attached to people when they drop down dead every day!” yet she wouldn’t trade her attachment to thea for a heart of ashen coal.

love and hurt are cyclical. like lovers, they come as a pair, and despite gorging herself on the first, it’s always with the taste of blood in her mouth that she chokes down the second. “you’d think, at some point, i’d learn.”