lover’s spit

Even though parties and going out wasn’t something that James typically did, he was actually enjoying himself quite a bit. But after a few hours of dancing, he just needed to take a break. The loud music and crowd of people was slowing becoming a little too much for him so he was on the search for somewhere quiet, not really paying much attention to where he was going or to any signs that might have warn him to not enter. As he pushed opened a door and it closed behind him, he gave a sigh of relief against the muffled music and noise. James took a second to take a deep breath that was instantly ruined by someone yelling. He hadn’t even noticed them when he entered the room and as she turned around, he felt his brow furrow. He knew her. “Sorry. I had no idea. I can go, it’s completely fine.” James said with a smile, trying to put together why she looked familiar, since he hadn’t really been able to get a good look at her face.

Recognising the voice that responded back, Freya had been quick to scramble to her feet — well, as quickly as her drunken state allowed her — head shaking as she reached out to stop any movement of his to leave. “Shit, James. It’s Freya. Hey.” She waved a hand as if to dismiss her words from before, not caring for the disturbance if it had been him. In fact, she wouldn’t have even considered him to be a disturbance in the first place. “You’re an exception,” She jokingly whispered, as if there was anybody else in the room that could have potentially heard. Gaze soft, and smile even softer, Freya had squeezed gently at his forearm. “You alright, though? The party’s not in here, I’m afraid. It’s just me, some quiche and a little bit of quiet.” 

Elliot: hey so I heard there’s a party heh

Elliot: guess I’ll be seeing you there tonight?

Freya: I didn't think you'd be back by then, otherwise I would have invited you myself!

Freya: We could have had matching outfits )-:

As soon as she saw her best friend bouncing towards her with her bunches, she let out a loud heckle, running up towards the girl. “Oh yeah!” She said moving her shoulders, remembering the times they used to play this song over and over back in the day. “You have too! And Spice up your life! We have to do the routine we made up when we were eight!” She nudged her as she danced around, shouting the rap very loudly over her. “God, you look so fit tonight, mate!” She complimented. “I mean baby is meant to be innocent—” She joked winking, admiring how gorgeous her friend was. “Now, are we gonna’ get some shots in?” She tilted her head.

There were times where Freya could be reserved, but they definitely didn’t occur around Isabella. They practically mirrored one another as they moved on the dance floor, volume rising above the music as they continued to sing along — reciting every word, line by line. The only exception was Freya pausing to laugh, amused and endeared at the mention of their childhood shenanigans, “Are we ready to share our talent to the world, though?” There was no question when it came to alcohol, and the second Isabella had brought it up, the girl had been dragging her off toward the bar. Luckily, away from the speakers now, talking wasn’t all that difficult. “I look fit? Have you seen yourself? I don’t know about you, but that hair is really doing it for me.” 

Daejung: i just read an article about someone who threw a party and only played africa by toto all night

Daejung: if i threw one where makedamnsure by taking back sunday was on loop would you be interested in attending?

Freya: Counter question. Are you ever going to grow out of your emo phase?

Freya: But, duh. I'd be there. A party's a party, after all.

Freya felt like a child all over again, laying over Teagan’s lap all snot and tears. Her arms were wrapped around her waist, face hidden against the swell of her stomach in an attempt to hide away. It was shame she felt, mostly. Embarrassment. At that point she didn’t know what she was crying about, just that she couldn’t stop. “I’m sorry,” she whimpered weakly through a sniffle, eyes squeezing shut as she willed away the fresh wave of tears threatening to well up. / @teaganalma​

In retrospect, they should have planned their little outing a little better. Had they known what a trek it was to actually get onto the top of the hill, they probably would have left earlier. Still, it was all laughter and playful groaning as they ran up the steep trail, picnic gear in hand as they chased the view they had come for. “Hurry!” called Freya out, glancing back at her friend with a wide grin, “We’re gonna miss it!” / @lottiecaine​

thought-provoking headcanon meme: send a symbol and I’ll answer the question about my muse!

⏰  - Does your muse feel like they need to do things quickly or do they take their time?

Definitely the former. Before it was only ever in the form of wanting to catch up to her big brother, but as Freya approaches her thirties, the feeling of running out of time is very much catching up to her. 

🎭  - How does your muse handle their emotions? Do they bottle them up or pour them out as soon as they start to feel?

Answered here! 

🌎  - Does your muse want to change the world? How would they go about it?

thought-provoking headcanon meme: send a symbol and I’ll answer the question about my muse! 

📢 - Does your muse have a loud personality or a quiet one? Do they enjoy being the center of attention, or would they rather watch and listen?

Freya has a personality. She’s a ball of energy and playfulness, and knows how to talk to just about anybody. She also knows good and effective storytelling. When it comes to attention, she can be a bit finicky. There are definitely times where she loves having all eyes on her, but for the most part she likes knowing that she can slip away from certain social situations. 

🎭 - How does your muse handle their emotions? Do they bottle them up or pour them out as soon as they start to feel?