&. * worthless.

a  smile  passes  her  lips  as  her  fingers  gently  comb  through  mae’s  hair .  right  now  ,  she’s  the  epitome  of  calmness  .  as  it’s  easy  to  do  when  she’s  overjoyed  with  how  much  she  cares  about  the  other .  an  eyebrow  lifts  ,  a  rare  sparkle  of  mischief  clouds  her  eyes .   ❝   do  you  want  to  see  something  amazing  ?   ❞  gently  ,  her  fingers  outstretch  to  grasp  mae’s  shoulder.  she  turns  her  slightly ,  until  she  is  standing  in  front  of  a  mirror .  // @nctenough  !

normally, she would have picked up on what the other is doing at once. ( her friends are always trying to infuse some sort of SELF ESTEEM in her. ) right now, however, she’s surprisingly content, leaning into the gentle touches on her hair and skin, though her heart twinges slightly, waiting for words of rejection or dislike to emerge, ( it’s a habit she just can’t shake. ) she lets herself be turned, but upon seeing their reflection, an amused smile quirks her lips.

     ❝    i’m  not  a  dork.    ❞    and  although  she  tries  to  pout  ,  a  smile  steals  the  spot  and  affection  begins  to  unfurl  in  her  stomach  at  the  warm  embrace.  it  still  felt  surreal  and  uncommon  ;  being  here  ,  knowing  and  seeing  the  people  she  loved.  how  LUCKY!    ❝    but  you  can’t  compare  me  to  augusta’s  hair.  that  isn’t  fair  because  i’m  ALWAYS  messing  her  hair  up  ,  if  you  know  what  i  mean.  ❞

&.   continued from here   ╱   @nctenough   !

      the  complexity  of  humanity  baffled  her.  the  lie  was  apparent  ;  clear  like  the  stars  when  she  had  crafted  them  from  her  fingertips.  she  cants  her  head  ,  confusion  swirling  around  in  amethyst  hues.    ❝    if  you’d  like  ,  i  can  take  away  the  sadness  your  burdens  bring  you.    ❞

                 ❝  dude ,  there  are  politicians  who  don’t  get  this  shit .  no  worries .  ❞  she  knows  that  look ,  doesn’t  need  to  pry  into  mae’s  subconscious  to  recognize  exhaustive  self-deprecation .  it  frustrates  her  to  no  end ,  that  mae  can’t  see  what  she  does ;   that  mae  is  smart ,  she’s  valuable  –  she’s  strong .  still ,  augusta  understands .  how  long  had  she  worn  that  same  self  doubt ?  that  nagging  confidence  in  her  lack  of  worth ?  dropping  her  head  on  the  girl’s  shoulder ,  augusta  drags  her  finger  over  the  map ,  outlining  states  emblazened  with  numbers  and  names .    ❝  we’ve  still  got  it  because  no  one  in  power  cares  enough  to  change  it .  plus ,  it’s never  made  much  of  a  difference  before  now ,  and  america’s  pretty  set  in  its  ways .  i  don’t  see  congress  being  up  for  stripping  away  a  national  institution  anytime  soon ,  unfortunately .  those  pricks .   –  i’m  telling  you ;  enlightened  dictator .  it’s  the  way  to  go . ❞

     ❝    no  ,  it’s  not.  and  before  you  say  it  is  ,  take  a  look  at  this  heterosexual  certificate  that  i  won  because  i’m  very  heterosexual.   ❞    she  WHIPS  it  out  from  underneath  her  shirt  and  holds  it  up  like  a  medal  of  honor.  yeah  ,  she  just  printed  it  out  a  few  minutes  ago  ,  but  nobody  knew  that.    ❝    see?  i’m  certified.    ❞

                   ❝   your  relatives  can  suck  my  dick .   anyway  –   it’s  a  useless ,  outdated  system  created  to  protect  slave  states  from  being  underrepresented ,  for  a  start ,  and  it’s  contrary  to  the  very  idea  of  democracy .  all  it  really  does  is  screw  up  everything .  ❞   augusta  takes  a  deep  breath ,  reigns  in  her  frustration ,  and  forces  her  lips  into  a  broad  smile .   ❝  each  state  has  a  certain  number  of  electors –  two  for  their  two  senators ,  then  one  for  each  of  their  representatives  in  the  house .  the  candidate  who  gets  the  most  votes  in  a  state  gets  all  the  electoral  votes  for  that  state ,  and  the  electors  have  to  vote  for  them .  they  count  up  the  votes  from  all  the  electors  in  congress ,  and  then  whoever  gets  at  least  270  electoral  votes  wins . ❞   her  left  eye  begins  to  twitch ,  slightly .   ❝  even  if  they  lost  the  popular  vote .  ❞

THAT WAS SO PURE W HAT THE FU CK IM S C REMA IN G

@ruleveined

say what you will about augusta, but she knows how to show a girl a good time. a day spent with dogs and cats, a stroll around town accompanied with a couple stops into shops that really INTRIGUED the pair of them, and sprinkled with little discussions about harry potter. to top it all off, she had insisted on buying mae the strawberry ice cream cone she now enthusiastically enjoyed.

on an impulse, mae’s free hand caught the other girl’s halting her walk and drawing her in closer. lips still COLD from the dessert press against the other’s cheek, and mae’s heart beats quickly in EXHILARATION and ANXIETY that it wouldn’t be well received.

  really, the area around the two girls was the first place she’d thought to look in her adventures of backtracking– if it wasn’t there, she would just have to look in the other places she’d been recently, or check any ‘lost and found’ boxes she could find. or report it stolen, considering it had her laptop and other school things in it.

           “that would actually be really great—” she started with the same patient smile as before. “—thank you so much.”

despite her quick offer to help the other girl, mae really didn’t know where to start. ( finding things was not her expertise. she lost her GLASSES too often, and they were on her face for the majority of the day. ) nonetheless, mae knew the cafe from top to bottom, due to visiting so frequently, so that was a bonus in the situation. 

                ❝  i mean, it doesn’t really work, so …  ❞  augusta’s lips twist in a grin, satisfied with her own joke. ❝  seriously, though – what’s up ?  ❞  she stretches out her arms, fingers digging into the wood of the table, and tugs forward, rolling her chair across the floor till she pulls up alongside samantha. hair spilling over her shoulder, she leans in, examining the mess of papers. ❝  i can answer any and all questions. i’m like a textbook, but cuter.  ❞

               ❝   no  ,  i  think  i’ll  change  it  up  today . ❞

 a  spring  in  his  step  !  everything  has  been  going  just  his  way  lately .  it’s  good  for  everyone  when  he’s  in  a  good  mood  himself .  his  eye  fall  on  the  girl  and  it’s  plain  to  see  the  unease  he  brings .  most  would  simply  back  off  to  make  her  more  comfortable ,  but  he  is  the  devil  after  all .  he  knows  everyone  else  here ,  in  an  intimate  sort  of  fashion ,  but  not  mae .  mae  is  different  &  it  intrigues  him .  a  game  of  cat  and  mouse  ;  he  sharpens  his  claws .  he  examines  the  menu  over  head  but  nothing  can  quite  please  him .  so  his  eyes  return  to  the  woman ,  who  of  which  has  addressed  him  so  formally .

 she  has  made  progress ,  he’ll  give  her  that ,  but  there’s  more  to  be  made .  he  doesn’t  play  the  same  tricks .  how  easy  it  would  be  to  simply  draw  her  in .  the  snake  of  eve’s  garden . instead ,  he  is  drawing  this  out .  not  making  the  appearance  of  playing  predator .  instead ,  he  is  friendly .  inviting .  &  maybe  that  is  even  more  dangerous  than  the  outright  brutality .  

                          ❝  what  do  you  recommend  ?   you  work  here  ,  i  bet  you  know  all  of  this  place’s  dirty  little  secrets . ❞

that is hardly ever a good sign. it means conversation, suggestion, and often rejection of her ideas. ninety percent of the time, her asked for suggestions are dismissed with a wave of the hand, and people choose the opposite. ( is it any real wonder that she finds no value in her own opinion when it is daily treated that way ? ) her hands are beginning to shake with the typical anxiety that comes from a longer discussion with someone who makes her nervous. she forces herself to swallow, breathe in through her nose. he’s being kind to her, which should only put her at ease, but instead her heart is climbing steadily towards her throat.

breathe. he’s just another customer, just another part of the day to day. breathe in, breathe out. how long can he possibly stay ? ten minutes to get through, and then she could get on with her day hampered only by her usual anxiety, instead of this shake inducing terror. she glances down at the screen as she speaks.

         “ well, my favorite is something OFF MENU. it’s the white chocolate and salted caramel mocha, but you have to have a real sweet tooth to enjoy it properly. “

@herwreck.

she can’t help but smile at the unrequested affection. how does autumn always know when she’s upset ? 

     she  OWED  the  world  a  plethora  of  apologies  ,  but  she’d  settle  for  a  simple  girl.  her  WRONG  here  hadn’t  been  much  of  an  immoral  one  ,  yet  there’s  enough  guilt  that  burns  inside  of  her  to  motivate  her  to  reconcile  with  a  mere  stranger.    ❝    hey  there.    ❞    honeyed  voice  ,  something  sweet  and  friendly.  she  slides  an  iced  coffee  across  the  table  as  smile  settles  in  place.    ❝    you  remember  me?  that  CRANKY  bitch  that  made  you  tear  up  a  bit?  well  ,  i  wanted  to  apologize  because  that  was  sort  of  asshole - ish  of  me.    ❞

@nctenough  ╱  ʲᵘˢᵗ ᶠᵒʳ ʸᵒᵘ  !

     ❝    hey  mae  ,  i  did  the  kessel  run  in  under  twelve  parsecs  ,  but  i’m  gonna  take  it  slow  with  you.    ❞

@nctenough  ╱  ʲᵘˢᵗ ᶠᵒʳ ʸᵒᵘ  !