#elastichrts

ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴀɴʏ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ʜᴇʀᴏɪɴᴇ, ᴛᴇssᴀ ᴡᴀs ɴᴏᴛ ɪᴍᴍᴜɴᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴘᴀɪɴ. not that she was a heroine of any story other than the ones in her head. && stubbing one's toe wasn't exactly heroine-like injury either. nancy drew would never writhe around as tessa currently was. especially not over such a trivial discomfort. "did you move the table?" she asked as she limped back to the chair, avoiding putting pressure on the toe. "or am i just that self-destructive?"

ᴀ sʜɪᴠᴇʀ ʀᴀɴ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ᴛᴇssᴀ's sᴘɪɴᴇ. she wasn’t sure if it was from exhilaration or fear. most likely a combination of both. she’d never attempted such reckless abandon before. mostly because she was under her aunt’s watchful eye & couldn’t do anything under such scrutiny. “what if we get caught?” tessa whispered.  not that she was willing to turn back at this point. it’s not like they were even doing anything that dangerous. of all the crimes they could commit, trespassing was not the worst. if anything, she wanted to know if there was any sort of game plan. “or worse, what if it’s not even there?” 

"ʜᴀᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ʜᴇᴀʀᴅ ᴏꜰ ᴀ ᴘʏɢᴍʏ ᴛʏʀᴀɴᴛ?" blue didn't take the time to pause for their response before just continuing on with her point, "i never understood people comparing themselves with animals or the whole 'spirit animal'" lifting her hand she made air quotes as it was not a phrase she would use, "thing until i found this bird. just the name alone and i thought 'wow, that's me'." the corner of her lips upturned and added, "plus they're fairly cute... for a tyrant." it maybe have sounded as if she was fishing for a compliment, but blue didn't need one. it was just her stating it as if it were a fact. "ᴀɴʏᴡᴀʏs, to make a long preface longer, what I wanted to say is that you remind me of a tarsier."

ɪᴛ ᴀʟʟ ʜᴀᴘᴘᴇɴᴇᴅ sᴏ sᴜᴅᴅᴇɴʟʏ. just a knee jerk reaction, really. when something is flying towards towards anyone, annie believes it is perfectly reasonably to swipe at the air first then take a look at the offending object. however, in attempt to save her own face, she did not show similar consideration for the person walking past her. “oh crap, crap, crap.” she repeated in a panic after her hand clearly met the other’s face. “i’m so sorry!”  her voice elongating the ‘so’ to emphasize just how sorry she felt. “did it hurt a lot?” she shook her head at the absurdity of the question. “never mind. i’m sure it hurts like crazy. i went full-on fletcher.” she examined the other’s face. before she noticed very familiar features. “woah. is this the darkest timeline then?” the words slipped out as soon as she thought them. sigh. abed was officially ruining her. first a whiplash reference & now talk about dark timelines. “should we maybe...” her mind drew blank on what would be appropriate to say. annie, in all the commotion, realized she’s never slapped someone before, nor been slapped herself. even accidentally like this. what would make up for such an offense? “get ice?” c r i n g e. that was definitely not right. “or there’s a cafe right up the street. i can get you an apology coffee and pastry?”

ʙʟᴜᴇ ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ ᴘʀᴇss ꜰᴏʀ ᴅᴇᴛᴀɪʟs. she never did anymore. not that she wasn’t interested. maybe it was because she had a lifetime of being left in the dark. it was habitual of her to not know anything & hear she didn’t need to know. though it still hurt just the same each time. so she refused to extend that chance to isaac. call it pride or what have, but she didn’t want to leave herself open for another opportunity to be excluded. “is it still a patch after a year?” she mused. “after that long i’d say you’re just cruising the perpetual ‘life sucks’ lane.” there was no intention of malice in her voice. simply pondering out loud. in fact, she’d say that prior to meeting the raven boys she lived in that lane as well.

( closed starter for your choice & jellybean ) / @elastichrts​