little red

early mornings were brought up by the early risers, such as faith. though not entirely done up for the day - she didn’t actually have to go into work until ten today - she was awake and moving around, hot cup of tea in one hand and dressed in a very comfy-looking pair of pajamas. she was unabashed in these pj’s - it covered everything, yes, but they were still sleepclothes - as she stood on her white porch, taking in the peace and stillness of the gray-blue morning. the only thing that broke up that silence was a pair of blue finches, both female, perched in a white cage hanging from the porch’s awning. they came out with her, twittering about happily at the fresh air. talking among themselves, but also talking to her, thanking her for keeping them so happy. she didn’t actually understand them, of course, she wasn’t magic, but she liked to think that.

the blonde wasn’t even aware of how much time had passed with her just meandering about on her porch and humming tunes with her finches until the first passerby made their way past her white picket fence and bluebell garden boxes. “ ah, good morning ! ” with how small a town apple peak was, it was natural for people to just sort of reach out like she did just now. “ shaping up to be a pretty one, isn’t it ? ” the clouds and chill was just beginning to wane, baby blue sky peeking through the cracks. “ it’s even got the birds in a good mood. but it’s not that hard to please these ones, ” she babbled, laughing softly.

luna had rose extra early that morning.  she took a brush through her teracotta hair and tied it to the side of her face.  now that spring was in the air flowers were blooming and vegetables were ripening.  the best produce was always put outside the market first thing in the morning, she had to be early if she wanted to get the best crops.  plus, she wanted to see what new seeds the clarke’s had in stock at the watering can, and maybe pick up some some flowers for granny.

she took her usual route towards main street, her red cloak over her shoulders to protect them from the gentle breeze.  her and granny lived pretty far from the center of town, so she had a decent walk in order to get to the grocery store.  she didn’t mind it though.  it was so nice to be out now that the temperature was rising and the sun was out earlier.  

roz: bernie says he loves you too

roz: he also says you should come hang out bc his mom is bored

roz: (it's me, i'm bored and i miss my flower bud)

luna: should i bring my lilies for a playdate??

luna: lily and bernie can be buds

luna: haha.....get it?

roz: absolutely not!!!

roz: i have all of my plants in my windowsill blooming ☺️

roz: my peonies' name is bernie

luna: oh my goodness

luna: i bet they're all beautiful

Cierra reluctantly laughed at the woman’s bravado. “Wolves are not that scary. I know from experience. You just need to know how to handle them.” Before you knew it, you could use them to take out your enemies. “Please. If anything, the things here should be scared of me.”

luna: spring flowers are popping up in my backyard im so !!!!

luna: soft for them all

luna: i feel like they're all my little flower children

Adelaide giggled at Luna’s praise, wrinkling her nose and looking back at her car happily. “Well maybe, after we get our coffee and our snack, we can go for a little ride?” She suggested with a small shrug. “I’m sorry she’s not red, but red is more your thing. I like the pastel pinks and blues more.” She linked their arms together, smiling at the redhead happily. “Now, how about we get that coffee? I need a chocolate chip muffin like, within the next two minutes or I might die.”

Cierra knew why she was in the woods, but she had no idea what they were doing here. “Dear, don’t you know it’s dangerous in the forest? You might run into something scary.”

Cierra had always enjoyed a good ball, but now, here she was, going through the painful reminder of what she once was. Maybe that was why she had opted for such a non traditional outfit. All eyes would be on her tonight.“Be careful. Some might accuse you of staring a bit too hard.”

“Well, the service here really is shit,” he said. The Bella Notte was hardly his favorite restaurant and it had his least favorite server. It was surprisingly hard to kill her, but he could sure as hell make her life a living hell. “Waitress? A little more water please?”

     luna sighed, her fingers tapped nervously against her arm as she stood tucked away near the drink station.  her heart has sunk when she saw him seated in her section.  she begged one of her coworkers to take the table but they were all so busy themselves.  with it being so close to valentine’s, the entire restaurant was practically booked solid for the entire week.  as his voice rang out to her she clenched her jaw, grabbing a picture of water and making her way over to his table.  she tried to not let her fear show as she topped off his glass.

Adelaide didn’t accept much from her parents these days, but this was one present she just couldn’t resist. A baby pink 1967 Playboy mustang. It was the prettiest car that Adelaide had ever seen, and she honestly felt like a Pink Lady when she drove it. She grinned to herself as she drove down the street, tapping her fingers against the steering wheel to the music that played through her AUX cord. She pulled into a parking spot, taking out her keys and stepping out of the vehicle, shaking out her blonde locks. She noticed someone looking her way, and she grinned. “Do you like my new car? She’s so pretty isn’t she?”

roam – our muses get lost 

▿ ┋          His workshop is not a storage closet. It is not, despite his mother’s claims, thank you very much and he has everything he needs as well as no distractions. Yet still his mother has insisted he go out and ‘get some fresh air’ as if he’s not left his apartment in a week ( and he has, thank you ).

This is how he finds himself at Granny’s Diner, seated in a booth in the far corner with a pocket-watch and his toolkit spread out across the table. A half-finished milkshake sits to the side, along with a similarly half-finished piece of apple pie.

So focused on the task at hand, he doesn’t realize someone is speaking to him until a touch to his shoulder has him very nearly jumping out of his skin, mini screwdriver clattering to the table.

“Holy fuzznuts–”

     luna hadn’t meant to scare the other boy.  she simply had her eye in his pie.  perhaps it was a little rude, and even a little more weird, to go up to someone and ask for a bite of their desert - but sweets often clouded her judgement.  she had walked up to him, her own slice in hand, and cleared her throat.  he hadn’t looked up when she spoke, so she lightly tapped his shoulder, wondering if he just hadn’t heard.  when he jumped, she stepped back slightly, the startling noise almost causing her to drop the plate to the ground.  thankfully, she hadn’t.

“Well, I suppose I could make some room in my busy schedule for a certain someone if you’d be willing to go hunt some rabbits with me this weekend. Those little bastards have had it far too good for far too long,” he said. “I am a hot commodity you know.”