#erraticisms

TEXTING STARTERS //  🐰 a goofy text.

Drinking in the smell of the other girl in her arms, Elienna’s face instantly lit up with wide and a little drunk smile. Okay, not only drunk, but that wasn’t the point. The point was that in a moment of craziness and playfulness she had grabbed the other woman’s hand and turned her around, that way pressing tightly her back against Ella’s body. Her fingers slowly traced her friend’s gentle curves, then went all the way up and around her shoulders where the redhead pulled slightly at her clothes in order to reveal at least a little bit of skin. It was crazy and she usually didn’t act that straightforwards but now it was late for her to back away which resulted in tangled fingers in her hair, removing it from one side so she could kiss her bared neck. Once, twice, all in the rhythm of the music and the movements of their bodies. Then, just as unexpected as she had turned her, Ella swirled her in her arms again, just in time so her lips could land right on top of hers for a gentle and a really drunken kiss, the giggle already forming in her chest.

✿ — to put a flower in my muses hair.

up to mischief, as per, christy sprinted down the side of the road with cassie in tow, breathing heavy and heart racing with excitement. causing trouble, reeking havoc – whatever you would call it, it was in the middle of unfolding and the two were desperate not to get caught. taking a sharp left and cutting through the forest, the boy spat profanities as his feet slipped down the sudden drop in the ground, his hands grabbing at the grass and dirt in an attempt to slow his fall. albeit dangerous and knowing cassie was close behind, hearing her yelp with surprise, the boy couldn’t help but laugh as he two collapsed in a breathless heap in the leaves below. while catching his breath, the boy first peered up towards where they’d previously been running beside passing cars and upon realising they were no longer being chased, he opened his fist. dirt, grass… flowers? chuckling, christy plucked one of the small daisies from his palm. “partner in crime,” he breathed, cheeks red with the wind that had hit them. and leaning forward, he tucked the daisy behind cassie’s ear, like a hard-earned badge. partners.

🚫what is one thing my muse wouldn’t want someone else to know about them?

“That I actually cry myself to sleep almost every night from a very young age till now.”