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Silvermist Jeon and Sally Finklestein - Silly Aesthetic

Okay, of course, I have to do Silly. First of all, like, I remember reading their first thread and it was so cute like Sally being super interested in Silver’s language and they just--both really felt comfortable with each other right away. And, of course, I shipped it so hard I meddled IC (thanks, Simba.) I just think they’re so sweet together and they have, like, a really lovely relationship. I can’t wait to read more about Silver’s family stuff and Sally’s insecurities about her legs. As both of their good friend (as Simba, thanks, Simba) I’m heavily invested in this relationship. Oh, and also, we can never have enough girl-love, ya feel me?

@silvermist-jeon and @enthusiasticclouds-sally

Simba was pissed off.

Which, y’know, was an emotion Simba was pretty familiar with. It wasn’t too hard to light his fuse, he knew he had a temper, but damn, his mum had been driving him crazy; she wouldn’t let him do anything, he wasn’t even allowed to reach for the top shelf to help his mum. He’d seen her 46 year-old self trying to climb up onto the counter to get the flour off the shelf. Crazy woman wouldn’t even look for the stool in the fucking pantry. Nah, she had to give him a heart attack instead.

Berlioz was driving him crazy too, y’know, like, not letting him have sex with him. He was fine thank you very much all healed up! Stitches gone! A little sore but nothing else. Fuck the doctor who said it was gonna take him three to four weeks to be functioning normally again, he was fine. 

So fine in fact, that he’d made plans with Silver to finally show her her Christmas present. The original plan had been do to it on Christmas Eve, but his fucking appendix apparently had had other ideas and his family was being CRAZY and not letting him do anything. 

The drive to Silver’s had him bouncing in his seat (which, kinda hurt, not that he’d admit it, but he’d stopped taking his medication last night so that he could go pick her up--couldn’t walk that far yet.) He’d barely been out of the house in almost two weeks, cut him some slack. He ignored the pain in favor of his excitement. 

When he got to Sil’s he put the car in park and let the engine run idle as he texted her he was outside her apartment. 

Sweet was on his way to one of his classes, walking across the quad. He was enjoying the clear bright snow and the sun reflecting off of it--the storm of it last night sweeping in and sweeping out and leaving a crystal clear few inches deep layer. 

He was walking behind a girl, arms laden down with books, hair up in a messy bun. It was all going perfectly fine until slip. Sweet reacted before he could thing, lunging forwards a bit and catching the girl beneath the armpits before she smacked her head on the ground. Chuckling, he set her back on her feet. 

Sally had been.... well she had been doing bits and pieces of practically everything in her house actually. Poor Salene, she was appearing worn out from having followed the ginger along every where she went. The thing was that it was hard to keep her in one place. She was a restless little being and jumped from project to project as easy as a ping pong ball that however, didn’t mean that she left stuff unfinished.

Everything always got done, just... not in one cohesive flow. In any case, the redhead had stopped in her tracks when Salene began to bark and instantly light right back up. Then just like that her door bell rang. Salene must have known who it was because when Sally opened the door her puppy immediately ran to jump right into Silver’s arms. 

Sally laughed softly at the sight, her features instantly brightening when she looked at her girlfriend, who she hadn’t expected but was so beyond happy to see nonetheless. “I’m sorry. I think she just got excited to see you.”

@silvermist-jeon

Simba was fucking livid. 

Not only had he had to leave his nice warm bed, but he’d had to leave Berlioz behind in it. And Simba hated that more than anything else about this situation.

Sure, he could focus on the knot of nerves in his stomach thinking about seeing Silver properly for the first time since he’d been a Grade A Douchebag back at the Deer during the storm. Of course, he’d seen her before now, but that had been under the blanket of harsh hospital lights, both of them strung out and worried and pushing away that little event (of which Simba remembered very little) in favour of mutual support. 

He didn’t focus on that, though. 

He focused on the fact he had been forced to leave his boyfriend behind because Silver was a fucking idiot and had gone out not only past curfew but when vampires were running rampant about. Honestly, he should just let her get attacked. That would teach her stubborn ass a lesson. 

Of course, he retracted that thought as soon as it flitted through his brain, smashing it into a thousand pieces, because even thinking something like that made his stomach sour and his heart twist with the thought of it. No matter how pissed off he was at her currently, he would never, ever wish harm on anyone, unless they were a complete and utter asshole, and he’d especially never wish it on his loved ones.

Didn’t mean he wasn’t pissed.

Didn’t mean she wasn’t an idiot. 

When he found her by the roadside, he felt part of his heart unclench, which had been all tied up with worry--but the sight of her perfectly fine just gave him more room for his anger to fill him up. With a jerk, he threw the car into park and rolled the window down.

Sally was in the midst of packing her bag while at the same time continuously texting Silver on her cell phone. It was a good thing that she could multi-task pretty well. 

Truth be told, she was glad to have heard from Silver. She had been quiet the past few days and that wasn’t like her for which caused the ginger to worry... a lot if she might add. Silver had grown into one of the closet friends she had here in town. Sally loved hearing from her, being in her company. The red head felt like it was so easy to simply be herself with her and it was so welcoming and refreshing, she needed it. 

Of course, there was this slight nagging in the back of her head that screamed how much of a bad idea this was. Each step her legs took reaching closer to Silver’s place only intensified that paranoid voice. 

What if she accidentally touched Silver? Got a vision? What if- what if she saw something where Silver would end up hurt? That thought choked at the back of her throat clawing her insides like a vice grip. She would never forgive herself!

But it was too late. Sally was already knocking on her door. 

It all didn’t matter anyways because the moment she saw those elegant strands of ebony hair contrasting beautifully with that pale, light skin and those soft dark eyes looking right at her, the ginger’s stomach fluttered. All thoughts and fears were completely forgotten.