𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 !!

       aidan  wonders  if  he  can  leave  clara  unattended  for  such  a  long  period  of  time–  she  was  capable  of  causing  a  scene  faster  than  he  could  make  a  cup  of  coffee.  he  decides  to  give  her  the  benefit  of  the  doubt  (  she’s  waited  this  long  anyways  )   before  he  hears  his  phone  buzz  once  more.  

        [    to    »    clara 💗🌸   ]    —     no… minutes. 10 minutes         [    to    »    clara 💗🌸    ]    —    healing potion? think it’ll cure my fatigue?         [    to    »    clara 💗🌸    ]    —    u shld listen to ur teacher clara

       he  keeps  his  texts  brief  because  he  was  suppose  to  be  cleaning,  not  chit-   chatting.  aidan  focuses  on  scrubbing  down  the  machines,  working  as  fast  and  efficiently  as  possible  and  not  before  long-  he’s  finally  done.  he  disappears  to  fold  his  apron  and  get  his  things.  once  he  returns,  he  picks  out  a  couple  of  the  sweets  they  had  on  sale  and  packs  them  in  a  small  to-go  bag.  walking  over  to  his  best  friend,  he  was  almost  surprised  to  see  no  chaos  ensuing.  “for  your  patience,”  aidan  presents  her  with  the  sweets  bag.  “okay,  now  i’m  all  yours.”  

          as soon as aidan steps into view    ,    clara grins    ,    practically jumping out of her seat to greet him    .    “    oooh    ,    yay    !!    you are officially forgiven for making me wait like fifty seven years    .    ”    she snatches the bag from his hands like a greedy little child    ,    before almost immediately locking arms with him    &    walking them both out the door   &    towards her apartment    .    “    okay    ,    so on today’s agenda we’ve just got a harmless little healing potion    .    it should just fix anything that’s wrong with your body     &    give you a teensy energy boost    .    i know    ,    boring right    ??    i just need you to drink it    &    tell me if it worked    .    if it works i might be able to start selling it at the shop    ,    you know    ,    if i show up to work    .    ”

    ✧.°    𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒅  𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒓   ╱   @luvption

               once  a  week,  luella  starts  her  day  bright  and  early.   she  really  is  more  of  a  night  person,  and  always  has  been,  but  the  rest  of  the  world  is  functions  during  the  day,  so  she  has  no  choice  but  to  do  the  same.   on  this  particular  day,  though,  she  does  not  mind  the  early  start.   she  hums  to  herself  as  she  rummages  through  her  closet  in  search  of  something  to  wear.   despite  the  fact  that  most  of  her  day  will  consist  of  running  errands,  she  wants  to  look  good.   perhaps  this  has  everything  to  do  with  a  certain  girl  that  works  at  delilah’s  flower  shop,  but  she  will  not  easily  admit  it.   her  fingers  settle  on  a  white  day  dress.   the  lace  detailing  makes  it  one  of  her  favorite  pieces  from  her  wardrobe.   she  pairs  the  dress  with  sandals  comfortable  enough  for  walking,  and  finishes  the  look  with  a  dainty  necklace.   today,  she  settles  for  minimal  makeup.  she  wants  to  appear  effortless,  despite  all  the  thought  that  actually  went  into  her  appearance.   after  grabbing  a  purse,  she  heads  out  the  door.

                 luella  has  never  been  fond  of  driving  and  prefers  to  walk  everywhere.   luckily,  delilah’s  flower  shop,  and  other  locations  she  frequents,  are  all  located  nearby.   she  starts  the  walk  confidently,  but  the  closer  she  gets  to  her  destination,  the  more  her  confidence  falters,  and  eventually  turns  to  nerves.  now,  only  a  few  steps  away  from  the  entrance,  she  can  feel  her  cheeks  flush.   she  enters  the  building  with  a  smile  on  her  lips.   her  eyes  scan  the  vicinity  for  clara,  and  she  heads  towards  her  once  she  spots  her.    “   hey, you,   ”    she  says,  surprised  the  words  even  came  out  of  her  mouth.    “   i  absolutely  loved  those  peonies  from  last  week.  they  look  perfect  on  my  coffee  table   !   how’s  your  day  been  so  far   ?   ”    she  inquires,  tucking  a  strand  of  hair  behind  her  ear.

          clara doesn’t often spend her days actually at work    ,    despite the fact that she’s working full time    ,    usually opting to skip work to spend her free time lazing around with her cat balthazar or falling asleep somewhere she wasn’t supposed to be    .    there are certain days of the week she’s more inclined to show up for her shift though    ,    usually towards the beginning of the week    ,    when the shop might be more busy than during the rest of the week    (    she might not actually care much for being a good employee    ,    but that doesn’t mean she’s awful enough to just completely abandon her co    -    workers during busier times    )    .

          minutes away from falling asleep behind the counter    ,    the sound of the bell ringing from above the door jolts clara awake    ,    her head slipping off from where it was resting against her palm as she blinks rapidly at the approaching figure    .    “    oh    ,    ella    !!    my favourite customer    !!    ”    she offers a sleepy smile    ,    suppressing the urge to yawn while she’s on the clock    .    “    that’s great    !!    my day’s been kinda slow so far    ,    i think my boss tricked me into showing up today    ,    she said it would be busy but i’ve only had two people come in so far    .    it’s a good thing you’re here now though    !!    you’re much more interesting than any regular ol’ customer    .    ”

               a  normal  day  for  aidan  consists  of  working  a  shift  at  white  wings,  scribbling  down  interesting  bits  of  conversation  he  overhears  on  coffee  napkins  and  ignoring  all  of  clara’s  attempts  at  finding  him  a  date.  when  she’s  been  quiet  for  too  long,  aidan  glances  at  her  from  across  the  cafe  to  make  sure  she  is,  in  fact,  still  there.  spotting  her  sipping  on  her  coffee,  it’s  not  long  before  he  feels  his  phone  vibrate  in  his  pocket.  

               pausing  what  he  was  doing,  he  makes  sure  none  of  his  co-workers  were  paying  him  any  attention  before  retrieving  his  phone  to  read  clara’s  messages.  a  soft  sigh  leaves  his  lips  as  he  reads  the  words  ‘new  potion’  and  knows  his  fate  far  too  well.  after  typing  out  his  reply,  he  takes  another  look  at  her,  wondering  if  she’ll  manage  to  practice  patience  a  little  bit  longer  before  returning  to  wipe  down  the  coffee  machine.  

         [    to    »    clara 💗🌸    ]    —    almost! i’m done in 10           [    to    »    clara 💗🌸    ]    —    think u can wait that long ??          [    to    »    clara 💗🌸    ]    —    what’s this new potion abt 

          clara taps one of her heels against the floor as her lips twist into a slight frown    ,    a perfect picture of quiet impatience    .    it’s an expression she’s had a lot of practise with    ,    an expression that has gotten her what she wanted more than once    .    she knows it has long since stopped working on aidan    ,    but figures she should still show her reluctance of sitting    &    waiting any way she can    .

          briefly    ,    she wonders if maybe she should cause some sort of stir to get him to finally walk over    &    maybe just ditch early for her    ,    but any    &    all ideas that pop into her head seem too ridiculous    &    unrealistic for her to even entertain    .    she’s just beginning to think about talking to his boss    &    claiming that he has a very serious family emergency with a very fake aunt that he needs to leave work early to take care of    ,    when her phone begins to vibrate    .

*   ╱   𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒅  𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒓  :  @𝒍𝒖𝒗𝒑𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏​

                despite  the  several  decades  dominic  had  spent  living  on  earth,  there  were  still  a  handful  —  handful  being  an  understatement  —  of  things  he  simply  could  not  wrap  his  head  around.  his  gaze  fixed  on  the  dairy  section  before  him,  he  cracked  open  the  fridge  door  to  retrieve  what  he  found  to  be  most  peculiar.  “what’s  the  deal  with  oat  milk?”  he  inquired,  scanning  the  informative  text  on  the  box.  “there’s  soy  milk,  almond  milk,  coconut  milk,  goat  milk,  and  now  oat  milk?  i’m  starting  to  think  that  they’re  running  out  of  things  to  milk.”

          clara pauses for a moment at his words    ,    eyeing the oat milk in question for a moment before bursting out into sudden laughter    .    “    oh    ,    they’re definitely running out of things to milk at this point    ,    but that’s not going to stop them from doing it anyway    !!    i heard that they’re even trying to milk frogs    !!    i guess it’s because they’re small    ,    &    there’s lots of ‘em    &    honestly some of them are kinda gross looking     ,    so no one would have a problem if they turned them into milk    .    ”    of course    ,    that’s not actually true    ,    &    in reality she knows just as much about milk as dominic does    ,    but there’s always something fun in trying to get him to believe in something that’s utterly ridiculous    &    very  obviously  false    .

          clara surveys her surroundings with one slightly raised brow    ,    sipping at her coffee somewhat absentmindedly as she catalogues the different faces around her    .    too short    ,    wears too much leather    ,    eats with their mouth open    ,    has too many piercings    .    she frowns as she mentally crosses out everyone in her vicinity on the    ‘    people aidan could try    &    date    ’    list    ,    wondering once again if maybe the world was somehow conspiring against her getting her best friend someone to kiss once in a while    .

          officially giving up on her quest for aidan’s one true love for now    ,    she focuses on badgering the person in question instead    ,    her fingers flying across the screen with a somewhat frenzied speed as she sends an endless stream of texts    .