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“Could you just stop talking for like a minute?” The spirit behind her finally stilled, and Victoria turned around, victorious, only to see someone from the land of the living standing directly between herself and Jacob, the ghost who had been chewing her ear off for the last hour. “Oh, no. Not you. Sorry about that.” She sent a glare toward Jacob, clearly saying this is all your fault. 

Sapphire, as per the usual for her, was more concerned with keeping her bag over her shoulder than she was with paying attention to her surroundings. She hauled it up one last time as the person she’d been strolling along behind turned, and blinked blankly at her. It occurred to her a little too late to watch her lips, and she lifted her hands as if to say stop, huffing when the bag immediately slid back off her shoulder. “What - are you talking to me?”

“I see you’re point. I will try to back off when I can, but just know it is hard for me though I am so glad that you can stick up for yourself.” She was proud to have such an amazing, strong friend that was also an incredible dance partner. Sapphire was certainly a sunspot in the darkness that was Grimstone and she hated when anyone be mean to her. “How about I treat you to some ice cream and then a dance session to make up for being a nosy friend?”

“I’ll try to make better jokes,” John promised. It wouldn’t be too hard: he wasn’t that much of a jokester to begin with. One joke that landed left of center wasn’t the end of things if he didn’t let it be. “And I like when you dance. It’s the craziest feeling I’ve ever heard.” Thoughts were impossible to describe, so John had long ago stopped trying to find words that didn’t exist for something that only he and a very small number of people cold even try to articulate. But when Sapphire danced, it was like… yeah, it was impossible to describe, but it was awesome in the same way the ocean is awesome. It stilled him, filled him with a sense of this is sort of amazing, and made him smile. Awesome in its realest sense. While he was considering, he’d let Sapphire into that weird in-between place that they had, whether it was a natural connection, or one that had been wrought from their unwitting psychic conversations, it existed, and it was nice for him to have a space. I’ve never seen Shark Tale.

Jenn nodded and pulled out her phone, seeing as she wasn’t doing a good job with her hands. She typed out what she had previously said and turned her phone to show what she meant. Jenn spoke slower this time. “I’m sure everyone at the hospital and the administration should at least be somewhat fluent in sign language.” Jenn shrugged in response. “It makes the most sense to me.” 

Blake blinked, trying to remember what she’d even been saying. “Wh–yeah, actually. I could use some applause today. I totally made the cutest planner page for myself today. It’s art.” 

Well, she had absolutely no clue why that had warranted any sort of joke, let alone to Sapphire. It’d been a fluke that she’d been paying attention. Regardless, Sapphire was kind - or perhaps mocking - enough to lift her hands in an obnoxiously loud round of applause. “I have never been prouder of you,” she claimed, deadpan. “Can I see it?”

Lillian couldn’t argue with her, after all she wasn’t exactly incorrect. She had her moments, good and bad – and this happened to be on the lower end of the scale. All she knew was that the woman in front had the name of a gemstone. “I, uh, it’s just, it’s my favourite show. It’s all about gardening,” she smiled. “You can watch it with me, if you like? I can put the subtitles on.”

Sapphire’s nose crinkled. If she watched the gardening channel, she was going to pick up how to prune a rose, or something. At least that would be something new, something better than learning again how to flip someone on their ass from a chokehold. It was a good thing she’d never bothered to define herself as a pacifist. “If there are subtitles, I can watch,” she agreed, letting a wide smile grace her features. “You need to poke at me if you want to say something, though. Not that you will, but. In case.”

types of people

2am - city lights from a high rise, dusty book piles, tired eyes, writing stories, indie concerts, procrastination, denim jackets, classic movies, writing in a diary, impulse shopping, plants on the window ledge

5am - evening drives, dark circles under eyes, neon lights, vivid dreams, broken handwriting, 90s music, leather jackets, tousled hair, late night phone calls, silver necklaces, flannel around their waist

10am - soft blankets, lover of routine, acoustic songs, good grades, bullet journals, pastels and plants, sweet coffee, freshly baked bread, cat washi tape, cozy apartment, long winter coats over turtle neck jumpers, tote bags

1pm - yellow socks, doodles, doc martens, strawberries in the garden, sunflower daydreams, pictures of clouds and best friends, a handful of flowers, peach slices, paint smears on clothes

5pm - gold sunlight, peach ice tea, whispered secrets, swimming in the lake, roses on the wall, french pastries, learning foreign words, soft voices, bike rides and summer picnics, wax stamped envelopes

7pm - dreamy sunsets, evening laughter, cursive handwriting, glossy makeup, soft lighting, photo booths, cherry ice cream, sparkling ocean waves, vintage mirrors, sweet tangerines on a balcony, flowers in a bath

The sun was high, and the male stared up at the sky with a hatred for the glowing beams. Dominic wasn’t the type to indulge the rays and bask in the heat, he much preferred the cold droplets of rain to cool his skin. At least he wouldn’t be sweating in his uniform. Hearing footsteps come from behind him, he debates raising his weapon as a threat,  but glances at his company and finds no underlying hostility. “Is there some kind of rain dance we can do? I’m sick of this drought.” The prolonged absence of rain hadn’t been for long, but if something irked the male, you could be sure he’d complain about it.