#vestalee

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“You talk when you cease to be at peace with your thoughts.”

Here!

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It's just six words

Won’t you love me a little?

send it’s just six words for a six word story between your muse and mine.

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yellow-toned evenings where they study in comfortable silence; red hues surround them while they laugh and plot happy nothings; they share a heavy glance while someone else chatters carefree about their own parents; fiora seems to always know when the clock strikes 11:11 and to remind everyone else to make one, too; a shooting star streaks across a clear sky, and fiora’s eyes light up as she asks if anyone saw it; fiora reaches for vesta’s hand, holding it tight while she smiles at her and takes off skipping towards their next blessed day.

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I would say that Fiora is generally very open about her concerns and fears with other people. If it’s appropriate to do so, she’s never the one to have any problem sharing—except about her parents. Very few people are privy to know just how much her worries about them eat away at Fiora, and Vesta is firmly entrenched in that group. Vesta knows that Fiora’s pillows, plump and soft as they always appear, have many nights become damp with tears and have absorbed the sound of a number of hushed sobs. Fear plagues Fiora like little else, and it is a momentous relief to have someone like Vesta to confide that which weighs so heavily upon her usually airborne heart.

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name: Vesta 🦁 ⚗️ 🌼 ringtone: “Something Good Can Work” by Two Door Cinema Club