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BROTP MEME : ACCEPTING.

teddy isn’t much of a decorator. his mother never really allowed him to keep personal affects so he doesn’t really see his bedroom as a place of self expression. he has a simple color palette, cool blues and grays, and the most decorated area of his room is his desk. he’s a pretty studious guy, so he has all different kinds of notebooks, folders, pens, the works. he likes to keep color-coded post-it notes on the wall by his desk to remind him of different important dates and assignments. it’s the only pop of color he has in his room. there’s also his fish that a friend pawned off on him when they were moving, so he feels obligated to take care of it. it’s a blue and grey betta which fits his aesthetic just fine, and if you ask him its name he just says “fish”. creative guy.

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        *  !!!  –––  there’s so many of them. it is, of course, dante’s fault. he pushes out a myriad of narratives with every word he utters, and every day in his life is an act. it’s a defense mechanism of sorts –– no one can hurt you if they don’t really know you. his instability is crafted in a way that does not allow for one to predict his moves or trace back to his motives. for most, dante is just an asshole with enough privilege to be enabled by everyone around him throughout the years. the truth, however, is this: riches never bought him permission, and freedom isn’t so easily acquired. all he’s done, he’s done receiving a uninpressed scowl from his parents. dante’s hands still tremble when he sets himself alight once more –– because anarchy is his only comfort, the one thing that makes him feel something much larger than himself. underneath it all, however–––– there’s a muted, agonizing hurt that never leaves. it’s in his bones, and it has filled his bloodstream, neverending. that silence is what drives him to chaos, an angel gone mad after the ripping apart of his wings.

delia wants to be known as the one to find harrison thornton’s notes in radcliffe court more than she lets on-- oh how sweet would it be to be the one who was credited with that discovery? but more than that, how sweet would it be to pour over his notes, someone who she’s admired for years, and feel this sort of... bond to one of her heroes? delia knows she won’t have any trouble being remembered, but there’s a part of her that does hope she’ll be remembered fondly.

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the weather was cool - it was mid-december, with the winter break coming up, and with it, the final exams for the semesters. the early morning meetings for the physics study group were still largely unpopulated. nora supposed she understood - the rest of them would rather sleep-in as much as possible and study in the evening. not that she was complaining about having more time alone with alice.  things had grown from subtle flirtations to the brushing of pinkies together, flushed cheeks, and shared quiet laughter. the librarian, used to their routine, sometimes left them alone there. trusting them not to mess around while she went to chat with some of her co-workers over morning coffee. and that was just fine by the two of them, in their own little world, huddled over the same textbook.  nora had long since stopped reading the pages, instead, focusing on the curve of alice’s jaw, the way her lips ever so slightly mouthed out the words as she read. or the way her brows furrowed as she studied the diagrams in the book. the way she let herself relax for a moment before she went to turn the page. “are you done?” alice questioned - and nora, uncaring about the material ( for the moment ) - gave a little nod.  “you’re not even reading.” alice noted, about halfway through the next page. pink painted fingernails tapping lightly on the paper. “we have an exam, you know.”  “i know.” nora responded, her breath catching slightly in her throat. “sorry... i was just...”  “just?”  there was a pause. a turning point, if you would. nora knew what she wanted, and she thought alice wanted it too. so, she decided to dive in - to take the risk. to try something new & hope to the gods that it worked.  “can i kiss you?” the question was whispered to quietly that nora could barely hear herself asking it - but it was loud enough for alice, as it seemed, because in the next moment, their lips were pressed together. alice was soft, gentle & just as shy as nora. her lips tasting faintly of honey from her lipbalm. nora melted against her, finding alice’s hand in her own and linking their fingers together. it was the first of many kisses shared in that library. 

the funny thing is rose’s greatest accomplishment probably is cracking the case of the hit and run, but i don’t think rose would consider it that. despite figuring out one of her passions and a way to channel her energy, that time in her life was really traumatic, and i doubt rose herself would say her biggest accomplishment is finding who killed her brother. however, if asked, rose would probably mention getting into strathmore, or winning a gymnastics competition or two in her childhood.