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PARANOIA: ROUND TWO

Imogen’s voice played in his ear like thoughts that have rolled around in his brainspace multiple times before this trip. Solo asked himself questions about his friends often, but he’d never been prompted to act on them until now. His attention zeroed in on @veraharper. “Vera.” He smiled. “Definitely Vera.” 

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VERA HARPER aesthetic | @veraharper

you’re a modern classic, the wallflower, the beauty. you’re the type of girl people don’t write stories about, but you’re the type of girl they should.

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yes because i can see the future

@veraharper

pretty much as soon as sam walks in through the door of the house they’ll all be staying in, he really just wants to find vera and stay with her. he doesn’t know nor care where he’s staying or who he’s staying with at this point, having just spent probably way too much time with Kelly ( although he’s not sure? if they’re friends now? or if this is just the next stage of bickering between them? ) and he’s in need of some spiritual healing. he drops his stuff randomly in the hallway and goes searching for her, kind of avoiding everyone else. he’s already exhausted of them and the week hasn’t even begun yet.

when he finally finds her, she is doing what he probably ought to be doing; unpacking. thankfully their relationship is built on more silent understanding, so instead of saying hello like he normally would, he just collapses face down across the bed he guesses is hers for the duration of the trip. letting all his limbs spread out limp and dangly, he inhales deeply and sighs. “can i just stay in here with you, please? i have a feeling this trip is going to be a massacre for me.”

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“Solo?”

His head became engulfed in a cloud of cigarette smoke as he coughed. Though her voice was delicate, it still surprised him in the stillness of the evening. He wondered why it was that he often found himself in these moments of surprise.

When the smoke cleared, he could see the young woman’s small frame. It was Vera.

“What are you doing?” she asked. From her perspective, he could see how this would seem weird: him, standing alone in front of the library, bending backward at an odd angle to stare at the sky,

“Smoke study break.” He held up the cigarette in his hand as if his personal cumulus hadn’t given away the fact. “and, uhh, I was just checking out the sky.”

She moved closer to where he was standing, as if to see from his perspective, and looked up. “Anything special?” she asked.

“I was looking for the prettiest star,” Solo replied.

“The prettiest star?” she repeated. “How can you tell?”

Solo took a long drag from his cigarette and exhaled away from her. “There’s always a prettiest star,” he spoke slowly. “It’s just whichever one is trying to show off the most by shining the brightest.”

Vera let out a laugh, amused and tiny. “I see. May I?” she gestured toward his cigarette. He handed it over.

“You smoke?” he asked.

Vera, whose stress levels had reached a boiling point within the past few days—delivered by none other than a coffee-stained textbook, and inconvenient night classes. She took a drag from the cigarette, working hard to keep her composure, and the smoke in, despite her lungs feeling heavy and cramped. After a moment she exhaled, the smoke entering her lips in a thin, long stream.

“No,” she said, and passed him back the cigarette.

“Thanks, Solo.”

“No problem,” he said. He’d been watching her so intently he hadn’t noticed that he, too, was now stressed as a result of picking up the emotions she was emitting.

“I’ll catch you later,” she said, “I have to get some sleep. Good luck with your prettiest star.”

Solo watched as she walked away. The farther she got, the more relaxed he felt. Transfixed on her figure disappearing in the dark, he was brought back to reality as his cigarette had reached the end, burning his fingertips.

“Shit!” he said beneath his breath, shaking his burnt fingers as he walked back into the library.

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am i more than you bargained for yet?

@veraharper

it’s a well-known fact that samuel wade gets very, very affectionate and dramatic and intense when he’s drunk. it’s basically all his normal attributes, just heightened to an extreme, and it doesn’t help that he knows how attractive he is, and has used that on multiple occasions to get what he wants. and usually what he wants when he’s that intoxicated is more drinks, unconditional love for everyone across the globe, and way more skinship and physical affection than most people are comfortable giving. he doesn’t care though, he takes it anyway, he gives it anyway, and he’s strong enough and silly enough and pretty enough to usually get away with it.

especially with someone like vera. sam likes to think of vera as a sort of extension of himself, like they are two halves of the same soul, in a non-romantic sense. he’s dated plenty of girls in the past and he won’t deny that vera is gorgeous and he marvels at her on a regular basis, but some people are too amazing, too beautiful, too pure and good and lovely, for him to try and ruin. and that’s really all he does when he falls for people, he opens them up and pulls them apart, hunts through their thoughts and dreams and likes, gets his finger paint all over their souls until he’s exhausted of them or their exhausted of him. and he doesn’t ever want to do that to vera—she has enough colors in her already.

but they are close, maybe a little too close for comfort. not that he cares at the moment, because despite the side-eyed rumors they always get, he doesn’t let that stop him from throwing an arm around her shoulders, leaning on her heavily, and nuzzling his forehead against her neck with a grin on his face. “you smell good,” he whispers drunkenly, just before a couple of people start calling him to sit with them and play a game. it’s some kind of transferal game you have to do without your hands, and if sam has to do it, vera has to come along as well, so he drags her down with him, to sit next to him in the sand.

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