y-you're a r-real monster, maggie.

            and it’s said with a tinge of sadness(?), her             brows  furrowing  as she rubs the  back  of              her neck. she’s only saying that so maybe             she can be left ａｌｏｎｅ.

          "then why don't you try to stop            acting like one?"      the words are sneered, lips twisted into      a frown as maggie looks down her nose      at her once friend. she doesn't know why      she even bothers talking to her, why she      keeps interacting with ava like this. some      sick form of closure, maybe?

↪ • • • ⁞ ❝ i-i think you would start to care as i show you j-just exactly who you’re talking to.. ❞

          "oh no, i'm so terrified of some creep who            had a panic attack over his ship and has a            pathetic stutter!!! what am i going to do?!?!" 

↪ • • • ⁞ ❝ H-HEY! IT’S NOT MY F-FUCKING FAULT, A-A-ASSHOLE! ❞

          "do i look like i 'f-fucking c-c-care', creep?"

ava and maggie colour doodles inspired by the visit to national portrait gallery

                                     [ ᵉᶰᵗᵉʳ⋅ ]

↪ • • • ⁞ ❝ i think y-you know clearly what that means… ❞

          "says the one who can't get a single            sentence out!!!"

↪ • • • ⁞ ❝ a-am i really the dumb one here? ❞

          "what's that supposed to mean?!"

↪ • • • ⁞ ❝ y-you don’t scare me. ❞

          "congrats on being even dumber            than i thought."

    he raises a brow in question cause that had      to be a glance over. & if she is checking him      out well- least she’s cute. ❛ i know this place      like the back of my hand….need some help? ❜ 

          "i would love some help from you."      it's quiet, near under her breath as she      smiles all pretty for him and nods. a       forest green curl is twirled around a finger      in probably the most typical girly, flirtatious      action ever.           "i'm just totally turned around."