#brokentality

      “Lovely!” Miranda quipped in return, puffing her fins up in what one could argue was pride. She took one of the tickets in her hand and traded it off to Liam, who would be able to see the title of the play—”Esk’lug pel Deinnae”—which was obviously written in a more merperson-centric language than anything resembling english. Thankfully, the rest of the ticket was written in simple english, so there would be no worry in otherwise deciphering it. If Liam had ever learned to read the dialects of the different portions of Miranda’s kingdom, he would probably recognize it as having a rough meaning of “Tailors of brine”, which has distinct connotations of fate and the negative, at least in the section of the kingdom where the language came from (although it wasn’t a saying in itself, which still left the plot a mystery).

      Miranda sat up in her bed, paranoid and afraid. Her silken pajamas rubbed against the soft bed sheets, one of her hands clutching onto the latter, The other hand held onto her phone, typing away with one hand, as Miranda tried to steady her breathing. Everything was overwhelming, startling, terrifying. Another bad dream, another nightmare, She wasn’t having the greatest of luck with those, and she stared off into the distance of the night sky from her little glass dome. She was afraid, and suddenly she felt exposed. While Liam awaited to respond, Miranda curled up under her sheets, pulling them over her head as if to somehow avoid the world around her.

      Liam would get a reply back instantly. Miranda was both grateful that Liam was awake (something she knew he was likely to be already, but... Better safe than otherwise. She hated feeling like she was bothering him with this, bothering him with trivial first world problems, things that were meaningless in the long run, but... Miranda was still afraid, and still wanted company.

[ TO: BFFs for Life!! 🦇🦇 ] [ txt ]: I’m at my house, in my room, I am glad to say. [ txt ]: I am... [ txt ]: It is not the most serious of problems, but I keep having nightmares. [ txt ]: They continue to haunt me and all I can imagine is how I disgraced her and how I am a stain on my immaculate family line and how it’s all wrong and

          Miranda hit send before she could spin out any more catastrophizing thoughts.

@brokentality​ || ℜ𝔞𝔱𝔢 𝔪𝔢 𝔩𝔦𝔨𝔢 𝔞 𝔟𝔞𝔡 𝔪𝔬𝔳𝔦𝔢

@brokentality || 𝔐𝔦𝔯𝔞𝔫𝔡𝔞 𝔪𝔞𝔨𝔢𝔰 𝔣𝔩𝔬𝔴𝔢𝔯 𝔠𝔯𝔬𝔴𝔫𝔰 {𝔄𝔠𝔠𝔢𝔭𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔤}

     Liam was someone that Miranda didn’t even have to sneak up on. She trusted him, and so it was easy enough to approach him from the front, pull out the flower crown from behind her back, lean up, and perch it on his head. She was smiling the entire way, fluttering and fluffing her fins. Surely word had gotten around anyways, that Miranda was making an assortment of flower crowns for everyone, so it was hardly a surprise that her best friend got one as well.

      This crown had special effort detailed into it. Ivy curled around the base of winding gold and silver, tied up with a particularly soft pink ribbon, which was tied in the back, into a bow with long ends that would flutter behind Liam as he walked. This time, the flowers were chosen for meaning, Miranda having specifically looked up the proper flowers to put into Liam’s crown, not just color, like how everyone else’s had been made. Coral roses were placed first, for friendship. Then a few purple irises joined in, for trust. Forget-me-nots surrounded both, for memories of true love, albeit platonic love in their case. Fern fronds sprouted from the edges, for the sincerity of the message. Any remaining space was filled in with honeysuckle, for their bond of love, though not romantic.

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     If someone told Iris a few weeks earlier that she’d have become friends with Liam DeLioncourt, she would have never believed you. But now? Well.. Funny how life works out, she supposed. Not only was she talking to him, but she liked to think that they’d become pretty good friends. Turns out, they actually had a lot in common! They shared similar tastes in art and the macabre, as well as a mutual respect for vintage horror movies and eroticas. Really, what more could you ask for in a friend?

     Even so, she was still somewhat surprised when he accepted her invitation to spend the night and binge watch classic movies. Well, more like he would stay up and binge watch them, and she would inevitably fall asleep halfway through the third or fourth one, but still.

      Miranda was, in fact, not at her house. The ‘guardians’ assigned to her wouldn’t allow alcohol at Miri’s mansion, and so she had to get out of her house. In fact, the soft, ambient sounds of the bar, of people laughing and talking, of the obnoxious music playing, of the clinking of glasses. She tapped away at her phone gently, only pausing to take another sip of her drink, letting it slip past her lips and further intoxicate her.