#wstarter

[dcmidivine]

Seated in the shade on the Ares cabin porch, Waverly was spending a pleasant afternoon seeing how high they could toss an old hacky sack without dropping it. In one of their more attentive moments of people-watching, someone finally passed close enough to the cabin for them to speak to without having to yell. “Yo! Catch,” they called out, waiting for the person to at least look at them before they tossed the hacky sack in their direction. They grinned. “Your shoe lace is untied. Fashion choice?”

[xbrokenveinsx-blog]

normalityx

“DAD, dinner’s getting cold, and you- oh. Sorry, I didn’t know you had company. I’ll set another place,” Wren skidded to a stop in the doorway of the living room, seeing her father and a guy she recognized that worked with her father. His name was Greg, or Gary or something of the sort. She shot him a faint smile before ducking back into the kitchen to set another plate. Absentmindedly fixing a few stray blonde curls, she caught a glimpse of her reflection in the window and groaned inwardly at what a mess she looked like.

[saywhaatbelle]

{{ musesofj }}

"Alright, I think I'm all ready now." William walked out of the room, checking on his suit as he made it to the center of the living room. He looked up at the other and gave her what seemed like a smile. "I really don't know why I have to go with you to this dinner party, I know no one!"

[xbrokenveinsx-blog]

flickeringfaces

“Look, I don’t need your help, nor did I ask for it, so if you don’t mind-,”

[xbrokenveinsx-blog]

lxndfill

“What- what’re you doing here?” Wren searched for words as she stood in front of the other, green eyes staring up at them. It was late, she’d been in her pajamas studying, and the last thing she expected was for them to be standing at her door.

[xbrokenveinsx-blog]

russellwoodsten

“Hello?” Stepping into the car dealership, Wren bit her lip and looked around. Sighing heavily, she hugged her sides and pressed on, searching for someone to help her. “Uh, my car broke down and my phone died, could I borrow a phone- or a tow truck?” She called out.

[wbuselenaxo-blog]

A twelve hour shift without a pumpkin spice latte? Not exactly how I planned to spend my Tuesday night.

[derek-weiss-blog]

Semana larga...

pero sobrevivimos, todos.