#decastration

♢   ♢   ♢  starter for @decastration​ !

                 ❝ it’s before nine am on a saturday, so don’t bullshit me. ❞   she mutters into her coffee cup, walking up slowly to the park bench where he sits, as pigeons scatter over the fallen autumn leaves into the air around them. it’s a pleasant morning by city standards, no crime scene partitions or tape anywhere, within view at least. glancing down for a moment and leaning forward, selina runs her hands along the empty space on the bench next to crane before sitting, brushing a few leaves away with a flourish.

                ❝  SAUCE MAY CONTAIN FEAR TOXIN. ❞

@decastration | 🎓

Send 🎓 to meet my muse in their collage years

If she's not in class, the quad, or her dorm, Elizabeth Kraven can be found in the campus library. Today she's perusing the section about sea life, in an attempt to make herself less homesick. At the young age of 18, it's her first time living away from home and she's having trouble adjusting.

She's about to leave the aisle when she sees a familiar figure at the end. It's one of her professors. His class wasn't required for her degree, quite the opposite, but it interested her none the less so she took it as an elective.

She likes the sight of @decastration there, but his casual tone is ruining the mood. As much as she's already filled to the brim with the mental image of him lapping every drop of her up, it's just not worth it if he's got the wrong attitude about it. An irritated sigh and she leans back into the supple velvet of her tufted office chair. This does two things: firstly, it shows Jonathan that she's not wearing any underwear and gives him a full view of her, her skirt bunched up around her hips. Second, it shifted her center of gravity so that it became easy to lift her right foot and place it firmly on his left shoulder, the flat of her shoe landing against his clavicle and the stiletto heel digging sharply into the top of his chest.