honey, you're a shipwreck with your heart of stone

Yeah— I get that. Change is good. That’s why I cut my hair, though the staff wasn’t too happy about my use of the art room scissors for it. It was probably just out of boredom, actually. [she shrugged, pushing a hand through her short locks. Brie and Vi understood each other better than most— Violet could relate to the restlessness, the desire for something new, and the strangeness their relationship embodied. they cared for each other; violet was delicate and protective with the girl, which was extremely uncharacteristic. her heart had always been roughed with, so she did the most in her power to prevent that from happening, hardening her exterior and lacing her words with a sour taste. it was as if she was protecting not only herself, but also the others she seemed to always end up screwing over— like a snake that bears colors to warn predators of its lethal poison.] I barely did, without you. Loneliness and sobriety starts to slowly kill a girl, you know? It’s a good thing you’re back; you saved my life. Yeah? Well, I’m a little obsessed with the freckle below your right eye [the girl retorted, lightly pointing to the freckle.] Your nose is adorable— hell, your entire self is adorable, it should be illegal or something. You don’t give a shit about what people think about you, but you’re sensitive and caring and beautiful. You’re like a singed flower, just a little rough on the edges. And you’ve got my approval, which isn’t an easy task. Did I mention how good of a kisser you are? I’ll shut up now. [she let herself go into the kiss, reveling in the softness of Brie’s lips and the way her hair tickled as it brushed across Vi’s skin. The kiss was a mix of fragility and intensity, a paradox like the two girls. Taking Brielle’s bottom lips in her mouth, Vi dragged her teeth across it lightly, accidentally allowing a soft moan to escape her mouth. She pulled away, her cheeks red and corner of her lips slightly raised.] Just cute? After my rambling about how great you are?

[brielle giggled, which was a very strange noise to hear from herself, twirling the end of violet's short hair between her fingers. the new look made the other girls' jawline look more defined and brielle just wanted to bite it, mark it.] What do they expect? No one else is gonna cut our hair in here! A girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do. Looks good, though. [she spoke lower then, the gentle words making her blush.] Very pixie-like. [many times, brie has tried to figure out what it was about violet that made her act so soft - it wasn't like her at all. she grew up with a mother who had a rock-hard exterior. she grew up believing that was how you survived. and, as much as brielle hated her mom, it had helped her. it stopped her from getting too attached to anyone. it stopped her from knowing the pain and confusion she felt when people left. brielle had always given too much too quick and it wasn't worth it.so, she closed up. spat bitter words in the faces of those who spoke to her - a way of begging people to stay away because she would just end up needing a lot from them. however, violet would  do things like worry about her and comfort her. she cared and brielle felt like she could let herself be unashamed in front of vi. it was obvious that violet wanted her around and brielle felt the same way. neither of them read too far into it - they kissed each other because they felt like it. because it felt good. the girls just needed another person who wouldn't question them] I got your back, dollface. I'm like a Life Alert button. Just let me know when you've fallen and can't get up and I'll be on the scene with drugs and kisses. [she listened with wide eyes and her mouth slightly agape as violet spoke of all the things she loved about brie and much to her surprise there was a sting of tears in her eyes after awhile. no one had ever spoken to her so lightly. she let out a half-laugh, half-sob.] Y-you're so - I - Violet - y-you - [but all brie could do was throw her arms around the other girls neck and bury her face in it. a moment later, she was straddling violet's lap, facing her.] On top of being cute, you're one of the only people who can match my level of being cynical. You always leave me breathless. With the way you kiss me, the way you talk to me. You do whatever you want and I love that. I love your dimples a-and I really like the way your lips taste. [her voice was wavering , but soon violet was kissing her again. brie not only heard vi's soft man, but she felt it in the way her body tingled. [smirking, she held vi's face gently in her hands.] But I bet you taste good everywhere else.

[stands in awe of the audacity of this girl, holding up a finger and opening her mouth to respond; closing it again, much like a fish.] 

[the cold water going down her throat helped with the nausea and the horrible dry-mouth she had from having to breath through her mouth with the nose being plugged up. brie looked over at the woman and nodded like it was no big deal.] Sharing is caring, right?

Yea, I was actually, but it’s fine.

[she sniffles, shivers coursing through her body again. she shrinks into her hoodie a bit.] Nice suit. You work here?

Wh- [she begins to franticly move her tongue around over her front teeth. When she can’t feel anything she uses her nail to pick around.] Is it gone? Has it been there the whole time? Does my breath stink? Oh my god… Yes. Yes I do. And a lemon wedge as well. 

[she watches the girls' administrations and smiles lightly while shaking her head back and forth.] Wow...your dentist must've loved you. A lemon wedge? Does Recupero even have lemon wedges? Look, you get ice water and that's that. If you want to make it fancy, then go for it!

That I do. You feeling okay, hun?

Mentally? Kinda, sorta Physically? No. I'm a fuckin' wreck because of this nasty cold. [she blows her nose, hoping no blood came out. that had been happening a lot as a result of the coke] You got any cough drops?

Are we pretty amazing as in, “could easily win the X-Factor”, or more like “start our own label, record our album tomorrow, and win a grammy”?

Oh, both, easily. We start by conquering X-Factor, then we become bigger and better than One Direction, and then we start reeling in the grammy's. Yay or nay? 

[Tillie scrunches up her face and lightly shakes her head] Of course you’re germy. Of course you are. I try to stay healthy in this place, drink a little water, eat spinach, floss for Christ’s sake, and what do you do? You contaminate my beverage. [She closes her eyes, taking a deep breath]— You’re getting me new water, you know. 

If it makes you feel any better, you do have very nice teeth. I can tell you're a flosser. 'Cept you got a little somethin' right there. [brie picked at her tooth to show tillie were it was - even though nothing was there.] Okay, okay. Take a second to collect yourself. You want ice in it?

This is a song for a scribbled out name. And my love keeps writing again and again. Aye.

Not to be too cocky, too quick over here, but I'd say we'd make a pretty amazing duet. [she nudges his shoulder playfully,] How's it hangin', Bruno?

Nice to see you haven’t changed, Bri.

Never have, never will, sugarplum. [she smiles and winks, ignoring the tremors she was beginning to feel again.] You know you simply adore me.

[She glances down at the ground and then back up to Brielle] Well! Not anymore I guess.

[before she could say anything, a tickle arose in her throat and brie started coughing into the sleeve of her sweatshirt] You're going to want a new cup as well. I'm all...germy.

Feelin’ a little dehydrated, Brie? [he frowns at her] You better be getting me some more water. The  muffins here are too dry to eat without a nearby liquid.

It's these damn cold sweats, [she grimaces, her voice raspy and weak sounding. she then lays her head on the cool surface on the table. at emmett's request she looks back up,] It's not my fault that you hate yourself and like to eat dust.