a storm with skin

always hopeless, sometimes romantic.

[xostormy]

“ahem. ahem. excuse me,” stormy piped up from where she sat in a darling little bistro not far from her apartment complex, phone precariously poised to snap a picture of her artisan french toast. she’d just finished running her morning analytics, and now it was time to share her meal with the instagram crowd - ( what will stormy have for breakfast? inquiring minds want to know! ) “if you don’t mind, maybe you could, y'know, scooch over a little? your shadows are interfering with my process here.”

[xostormy]

╰ ♡ ✧ ˖  ( dove cameron , twenty-two , cis female & she/her ) is that stormy davis from apartment number one on the first floor ? i heard she’s an online influencer, and rumor has it she’s known to be captivating & humorous , but then again , she can also be materialistic & vain . considering everything going on , it’s no wonder she’s hiding the fact that ( REDACTED ).

she was born ekaterina golubev, a second generation russian immigrant in burbank, CA. stormy davis originated as an online pseudonym for dressup game sites and celebrity gossip forums, but she always settled into it far more comfortably than her birth name and went through with the legal change a few months into adulthood.

her parents endeavored to raise her bilingually, so she’s somewhat fluent in russian and speaks with a hint of an accent.

she doesn’t call home often enough. it’s tiring to try and explain the nature of her career as an influencer for the fiftieth time, and she always feels a little guilty repeating the lie that her drinking is under control.

ever the party girl, there are some weeks where she’s drunk more nights than not. she’s never been shy about trying the full spectrum of illegal substances, either, but if anyone asks, she’ll insist she doesn’t have a problem.

her secret and the reason she goes to great lengths to avoid ever being sober: she was involved in a hit and run a few days after her twentieth birthday. she’d never been caught in such a severe thunderstorm before, and whoever that person was on the roadside, they may as well have been wearing camouflage. she knew she should have stayed to help, call the authorities, try to save them, but she feared. she feared for herself, her future, her parents, her friends, and what would become of any of them if she caught that felony. she never found out who it was, whether they were okay – and nobody ever found out who was driving that night.

or so she thought.

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RANDOM INSTAGRAM STORY, 2019

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