* ELITE

💐      ʀᴀᴄʜᴇʟ ɢᴀʀᴅɴᴇʀ .      💐

          the   irony   of   him      asking   about   her   experience   with   dogs   wasn’t   lost   on   her .      not   when   the   memory   of   the   puppy   the   police   took   away   from   her   was   still   so   clear   in   her   mind .      missed   the   little   creature .      but   she   could   take   care   of   dogs .      especially   now ,      if   she   doesn’t   have   to   hide   them   from   her   parents .      (      they   won’t   mind   now      —      they   had   all   been   so   happy   when   it   was   only   her   &&   them   &&   the   puppy      —      before   the   police   had   come   &&   taken   them   all   away   from   her .      )

          so   she   would   nod ,      a   slow ,      lethargic   sort   of   movement   as   empty   blue   eyes   would   meet   his   gaze .      blinked   slowly .      “      i   can   take   care   of   them .      ”      a   confident   answer      —      sure   of   herself ,      although   perhaps   that   certainty   was   rather   unfounded   considering   her   lack   of   successful   experiences   with   pets .

          she   liked   the   idea   of   the   garden   of   fake   flowers ,      though      —      especially   if   they   could   be   made   to   smell   like   the   real   ones .      that   way   they   wouldn’t   need   to   die .      “      a   flower   garden   would   be   good ,      though .      as   many   colors   as   you   can   find .      &&   if   you   think   he   could ,      i’d   like   if   they   smelled   real .      ”      had   only   actually   met   the   reverand   once .      not   long   enough   to   know   much   more   than   that   he’s   the   owner   of   the   building .      likely   the   one   who   gets   final   say   in   anything   that   happens   there .

NO THIRD PARTY TO worry about getting in the way, to take things away from her like the police did oh so recently, nothing to disrupt current or future plans. The whole floor was Rachel’s canvas whilst she was the artist, perhaps a luxury considering her life prior to being accepted by Grey; an unruly household, everything taken away from her and forced into a program in an attempt to “fix” her. Now was she able to rebuild everything taken whether for the better or worse, but through thick and thin Daniel would be beside her.

❝I trust you, Rachel; I’ll ask the Reverend and see if he’ll allow dogs on your floor.❞ Though he doubts it’ll be an issue so long as she properly tends to them and keeps them alive, and it isn’t any skin off Danny’s back if he’d be put in charge of purchasing and acquiring dog food or the likes. 

❝You’ve got me tongue-tied.❞

@musemade​ // starter call

“…I’m not really interested, sorry.”

IT’S POCKY DAY! SEND MY MUSE A 🍫 TO SHARE A BOX WITH THEM.|| NOT ACCEPTING Or, send ❤️ to have our muses play the Pocky Game.

@musemade​​

“It’s the last lollipop, how are we supposed to share it?”